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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃

Author note: Mention of drugs, sickness and blood (if you're not comfortable with it don't read it) . It mighty be heart warming fluffyyyyyy.

You're his kitten. No matter the consequences you're. Cause even in his anger sometimes (which's rare and it's on the silly go-to's) he still sticks to that pet name because he met you like that under the bus stop's shelter in a heavy rain offered you an umbrella (while you were huffing and puffing like a kitten annoyed with the weather), walked you home, had a tea with you and some chocolate chip cookies. Been bestfriends from that year and there isn't a red light to your guys wild adventures—but he's been having a rough time recently. Had a cruel heart shattering breakup from a relationship that he thought was a never ending dream (she brought him happiness in a weird way he couldn't put into words) indeed it tightened your chest but his happiness's most important to you. To overcome it he's been scribbling notebooks over notebooks with lyrics that screams he miss her and the sex for the most part of it. It breaks your heart.

He's usually the one to melt all over you, give you forehead kisses, cuddles you when your periods are the bitchiest, makes you brekkie if he stays a night, runs you a bath and sometimes brings you pomegranate berried candles (he lies that he got them as a gift, he's one hell of a liar). He takes care of you with so much gentleness and helps you with study after wiping your tears and reassuring you telling you how proud he's of you. It made you guilty sometimes 'cos if you'd be in camille's place. . .you'd never be able not to get jealous. She was cool with it. Fills you with another curiosity that maybe she treated it like a fling.

He was devastated. Knocking on your door feebly. Then the moment your small confused body was under his weary gaze, boom!! It crashed upon him like a pitch storm and he fell to his knees tucking his head in your armpit crying his heart out. At that moment you felt his pain radiating to you and twisting your own stomach with a dagger, it was insufferable. He gave out no-deep scrapes but not to freak your bones muttered that he lost her. Eventually his bottled up emotions seeped into hues infront of you by passing week and to your littlest of information you got to know that they didn't ended up well in some perspectives so their relationship turned out to be a downfall. So As, you do with your girlie best-friend when she have a breakup you did it with Harry too. It didn't included feral clubbing (you left that part to his mates) but watching sappy movies that could fill your ice-cream bucket once you eat it whole, doing homemade face masks, playing drunk uno and knocking on your neighbours door to run way at last, dragging his arse to museum and in all of this you ended up convincing him to adopt a kitty (she lives with you thou).

The roles have been reversed completely!

He's been living at your flat for five weeks now. It's fading his usual cheekiness and the itch to annoy you every second he gets. Instead, it's just eating, spending bits of hours with you, going out with his mates and coming back to crash at your couch padding in your room in the wee of night demanding a warm coddle from you and that his back hurts from the cruelty of that single spring popping from the leather, staying with him when he'd wrench his stomach out in the morning. He's sensitive. His heart's soft that's one of the reason he gets hurt real quick, you admire that about him and reminds him that it's one of his qualities you're totally in love with. You're gentle with him. Giving him space and time to recover. Going with him at his friend's birthday little get together not drinking at all knowing one would have to stay sober as he chugged red wine staining his hawain shirt and when he clumsily poked his pink tongue out lazily to reach for the cigarette in her hand you tugged him back into you before he'd burn his tongue with sparkles announcing it's time to head back home and he'd be a pain in arse (a beautiful one though because his antics makes you all mushy) when he pretended to steal sandwiches from the table hiding them under his shirt saying that "'m pregnant with twins and it's hard to carry them" while you dragged him outside making him wear his coat like a stubborn toddler. Making him cupcakes sometimes, playing with his fluff of curls while he reads the book she gave him. It hurts. But, it subsides down with his single amiable glance that tells you he needs you. He always had. He always will. You give him extra forehead kisses and pecks on cheek while leaving for UNI, because it's irresistible to give dust to his pouty sulk.

It's seven in the morning when he tumbled through your door (has a key, you even brought his clothes and toothbrush from his house—he even uses your strawberry scented shampoo and body wash) his nose tip blushed matching his cheeks, eyes pooling with haze and hair poking in every direction. You were studying for a class you've in an hour. When you saw his irirses blown out you arched your brow putting the cup down beside your thick book, to mingle his sadness he's experimenting different fun wild things (told you bout it and you even called Mitch to take care of him).

"How many am I, pet?" You asked walking towards him seeing him struggle to get out of his vans and your giggles echoed into coldness when he peers down at your crouched state with his gold fish-y eyes, "dunno. . . but ye'r seem like. .like a-a sunflower floatin' in me head." His lips molding around his each word agonisingly slow drawl and his voice hoarse and scratchy. "You need rest, bambi." You got him out of his jeans and socks knowing he despises to sleep with layers on. "I'll be back with you in some hours. Hmm? Then we'll snuggle into blankets, you me and. . .salsa the pussy cat." You have to control your laugh everytime you take the kitty's name (Harry's worst at giving names you were horrified when he once joked that he loves chelsea boots so much he could name his daughter Chelsea) He whines at that nodding his head but not loosening his grip from around your wrist while you tucked him under your baby green patch work quilt. It's like his brain and heart can't decide how to choose.

On your way back you got Jeff's call asking why Harry isn't picking his phone his own voice resembling that of Harry's and you know he'd be looking shit at the time. Harry was still snoring out like a bulb in bright day on his tummy and you shook him gently at first but when he didn't woke up you had to be a bit harsher. "Harry wake up pet. . . Jeff's been calling ye for since." But, not even a hum in response so you placed your finger under his nose checking if he's even alive. Gratefully he was just sleeping like a literal corpse (he argues that he isn't that bad of a sleeper but in fact he is. Everything around him would burn down and he wouldn't even change a side).

It was seven in the evening when you were preparing for dinner when he woke up grumpy. His nose scrunched up, lips quirked up as if he tasted something yucky and his gait jello. You eyed him quietly even when he came in kitchen to drink water.

"Jeff was callin'. . ." You quipped stirring the veggies before pouring soup into a bowl and sliding it his way on the counter, "I know bombarded me phone with calls—" He gruffed spooning a mouthful and you flinched when he tried to cool it inside his mouth with "hawahhoohaha" little sounds (he knew it was hot, he's just an impatient leech).

"Stop being a gremlin. He told me ye' aren't writing, leaving everything like a cliffhanger neither you're attending the meetings he calls you at. . . I think you're done with your mourning it's time to do what you actually love and is there for you. Your music." You frown seriously trying to put some senses into his forever high brain. He drops the spoon back and dips his brows frustratedly, pinching his eyes shut.

"Fuckin' hell. Stop being my mama!" It's not the first time you guys are arguing and you're not gonna take it to heart. You stood up towering him and jabbing your finger to his chest, "you better stop filling your system with drugs before eighteen year olds come to you thinking you're a drug dealer—" He snickers at that a total mocking one (you know he's doing nothing hard it's just shrooms in the safe environment otherwise you'd have never never allowed him) but still you had to bring him back to his line so it was necessary. "Piss off." He mutters still slurping on his soup and you left him there with a loud smack on his head, "Wanker."

You care about him. Always did. Always will. He's the love of your life. Even your love has nourishment of just water and lacks sunshine from your sun it's still there into existence, how could you see him like this? Wasting his precious time and energy. It's impossible.

All you heard before going to deep slumber was the tinsy creak of your main door after that it was silent and darkness until now your phone buzzed under your pillow resonating Niall's tired words. You were a wreck havoc fumbling for your coat and wallet, covering pathway to tube with shivering legs hallucinating that everyone's eyeing your fiddly self with judgemental stare even though there're few.

You rushed to Niall's doorsteps knocking like a maniac, "where's he? Is he okay? told ye—" You pushed him aside marching inside to look for him. "He looked fine, he's a strong guy y/n they took him to hospital." You snaps your neck raising your brows.

"What the fuck, d'ya mean hospital!?" Your heart hammering in her ribcage overthinking the worst scenarios. "Take me there. right. fuckin' now." You tell him firmly not caring even if he's high too. Niall leads you to his car heating it up in the first beat taking glances of your petite body leaning against the glass with lips sucked in, eyes watered and legs constantly on bounce so placed his hand atop your knee giving you reassuring squeeze and a genial smile.

Your pink cheeks warming up with the heat of hospital radiating your way and loud growl left your chest when your blurry vision cleared to the sight of dishelved Harry sitting on the bench outside of ER, his irirses weary, mouth stuffed with cotton and has few scratches of rashes on his elbows otherwise he's fine. With each step of yours towards him something kept breaking inside you like you're walking on the nails and it's ripping you raw. He raised his head timidly hearing footsteps and when his eyes fell over your worried state panic flashed over his features and his only gaze turned you a puddling emitting heavy sobs within you before reaching towards him. The reality of situation dawning upon you because from what Niall told you in the car that they were high trying to have some fun, drove around neighbour hood and Harry jumped out of the window and bit his tongue between his teeth resulting in heavy bleeding a deep gnash (the fuckin' dumbstick he is).

"I hate you. I hate you so fuckin' much! you bastard." You tried to shout at him but the voice that came out of your mouth was that of mice as you threw harsh blows at his chest, bottom lip jutting wet and salty tears tricking down. He wraps his hand around your wrists ushering you closer down to his chest speaking muffled, "'orry." causing you to grunt angrily into the crook of his neck.

"Sorry my ass!" When you tried to pull back he tightened his hold round your neck snuggling you warmly to him with a hum. Jeff came back with medicines and when he parted his lips to speak in his defence you ignored him wiping your tears with the heel of your palms muttering a, "I hate you guys." The drive back was silent and the walk to your flat too, you passed by him to lock yourself into your room (you wouldn't because of the fact you wouldn't be able to sleep if not sure he's okay few feets away from you). When Harry attempted to roll his tongue to make some words nothing came out but a hiss making you spin, "'s okay we'll speak in the mornin'." Saying this you headed to bed and when you were bout to turn the lamp off he was lurking at the foot of your bed with a pillow in his arms smushing his face into it and squeezing it close to his chest gesticulating you that he wants a cuddle.

"Only 'cos y're adorable." You muttered moving your bum to make space for him suppressing your cooe when he grinned showing nothing but snow cotton, fuckin' hell being this cute should be illegal! He snapped his finger to call Salsa and she instantly galloped to shrink into his side while you spooned him. You woke up to the running tap and the time you were stretching under your quilt with yawns he padded out looking healed than last night.

He got a little lisp as he spoke, "can we talk?" You nodded knuckling at your sticky eyes criss-crossing your legs. "'Forgive me kitten." He continues, "sorry fo' mistreatin' ye' last night." You shake your head not realizing tears are dropping down your collarbones.

"Please. . .I don't wanna be a party-pooper in your life. you can live your life to finest but not at the sake of your life Harry– and. . . and if you're trying to invade the feelin' of sadness with all of this I don't approve it. What bout me? dunno what'll do if somethin' will happen to you, pet. S'not fair to me. is it? Just. . . love y—" your confessions cameflouging with sobs.

"Oh baby. ." He immediately cradled you in his embrace trying to soothe you with 'sorrys' and 'I'll never do somethin' like that again, promise'. Smooching slobery kisses all over your face and when you gazed up at him attracting him closer to your clean warm features all he did was peck the corner of your lips tenderly pulling away to pat your hair with a sigh.

"So. . .ye' love me." He teased you and you rolled your eyes grabbing his chin with your fingers, "show me your tongue." biting down your laugh when he retorted misheviously, "hmm. Wanna kiss it better?" Blowing him off with a remark that he's an utter pervert hiding the fact it splashed crimson to your neck.

"Mind makin' me poor self some brekkie?" He pouts and you giggled pecking the corner of his burgundy lips getting a timid smile in return, "in trade of?" He hip-checked you straddling Salsa over his shoulder and grabbing her little paws to expertise her in some dancey-dance moves.

"Mind bloggin' orgasm–ique dinner." He cackled loudly at the end when you shook your head in fake disappointment at him and he clinged by your side helping you to make some breakfast.

Think so you guys will figure it out.

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shytiff · 3 years

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Jan 2021 Wins

ive “journaled” for 6 months now. it started as small ___ wins because when you feel rly empty, even doing the bare minimum feels like a win. written down some of the wins. i think until now i’d like to keep the “win” part. a win against my shadow sometimes. a win in life. some things to be grateful for. a win for remembering it later in the future. i know some days im just basically doing nothing. there are a lot of wars not won by me. but im still tryna ✨manifest✨

1 - woke up. watched bts’ 2021 seasons greetings. read trap city. afternoon nap. pupuy’s mbah passed away. i got DOMS in my body even though i did the barest of exercise yesterday (frail, i know). shower, matcha latte.

2 - the x banner atikah and i sent for racil post thesis defense has arrived lmaoo. mom made delicious (and sweet) fried banana. did some studying (more than usual, bcs the bar is on the floor)

3 - ate muesli, 3 risols. Kopsus coklat at flavola. Stayed there from 12-ish to 17:30 lmaooo. weekly bahas soal w/ fi. Rapat nemo

4 - first day of collab module. Barely cicil ukmppd. My mood is normal-ish but i hardly have the will to study. Dinner is fried fish with mentai sauce, potato wedges, and saladdd by mom

5 - collab module, qa presentation for rsui reps. finished reviewing tryout 2 solid. did padi pretest (got 66,5). ate chicken porridge, a bit of muesli and vsoy, tan ek tjoan bread, matcha latte, fish and chicken and potato wedges and salad, fried banana. i ate well today lol.

6 - slept during collab webinar, went to clara’s place to study osce and attended padi together. i ate well at clara’s placeee lol. ate nastar, kusuka, white kwetiaw with soup (?), and lele goreng. went back home @ 9 pm. i feel refreshed. even though we’ve half studied half mukbang all day. human interaction rly does heal me. i need human interaction more than i think. at night i dreamed about going to bali, to waterparks, seeing sea creatures, watching a movie displayed on a concert-like stage and screen at the front row.

7 - woke up at 07:55, finished my part for collab group work. felt a bit tired today. the rest of fam went to DM, and when they were on the way back i HURRIED my way out, not even taking a shower lmaoo. got pistachio matcha latte at starbucks dm. now im more skilled in searching the best spot in a cafe to distance myself from people lmao. the matcha latte is served with some sort of pistachio cream and sprinkled with nuts on top. its like when sbux had taro matcha latte and it had purple cream on top. the pistachio taste is quite strong. reviewed TO 1 padi, sent proposals for nemo sponsorship.

8 - did syndrome try out and padi 2 web try out. studied for osce and padi @ clara’s place. wanted to order pizza since clara bought me food before, but she insisted in ordering lmaoo. so dinner is pizza hut

9 - woke up at 11.00 lmao. havent had breakfast. lunch is muesli with the brand new delishhh chocolate granola and cimory banana milk. did one shot try out, got 71. had a google meet with Prof Agus (that ethics book ghostwriting job from a year ago is not finished until now huaaa) that went from 20.00ish and finished at 22.30,,,,, reviewed syndrome try out along the way. havent made my collab self reflection hhhh. i also need to study for osce. also havent edited article for bukang solid. and there goes my saturday nooo

10 - i swear i keep waking up late lmao. Flavola w atikah, racheel later came with wawa. Kopsus coklat and ukmppd class w dr yudo. After class i just talked at flavola (and ended not studying osce at all for sunday). Went to racheel's to pray and talk some more. Hurriedly went back for booty call with fi, watched konser dies natalis first. Tryout and sum study with fi and clar that went from 20:30 to 00:10. Powered by left over kopsus and 2 snackit pia. Rip my sleeping schedule

11 - woke up at 10:30 ish, the lack of meal and horrible sleep pattern (for my standard) produced stuffy nose during the day and a bit of headache that went away for a bit after i ate. Late bfast is muesli, drank protein, ate tan ek tjoan, plus 2 brownies in the evening. Tht coaching w dr niken. Did self reflection for collab. Had dinner without rice, as usual. Ukmppd class w dr ayu. Finished reflection at 21:30 lmao (deadline is 23:55). Tryna sleep and my nose is still itchy and i sneeze a more often. i hope it goes away 2mrw

12 - DV coaching, scele tryout, took a nap before padi cause my head kind of hurts. Les padi while drinking matcha with vsoy less sugar and no added sugar. I can withstand the horrible sugarless cy matcha taste bcs theres a taste of soy. Didnt do anything else. Havent studied osce on my own until now. Astagfirullah

13 - my head still kind of aches. Its goes away when im eating. im eating so well during the weekdays that i gained 2kgs lmao. lazed around the first half of the day. padi. finally tried saint matcha and damnn its an amazing upgrade from Cy matcha. the green color is super different yall. Cy’s green looks sick and tired compared to saint matcha. the taste? immaculate (although coco deli is more fragrant). caffeine? hits. awake and feel normal? yes. messaged an ao3 author and got replied and turns out she’s making a sequel for my fav fic of hers. yay

14 - osce practice w ara ren ness. bedah and anak osce coaching. had 3 of mom’s cinnamon rolls and matcha latte for the afternoon. cicil osce DV. edited some pld articles. did nothing else basically

15 - wasted my day, didnt have the courage to study osce (i feel like i procrastinate on it bcs it feels overwhelming to me), TO FKUI 2, hurriedly reviewed to 1 before, les padi. i feel like this is the least focused im being in a les. maybe its the too few matcha powder.

16 - woke up at 9 am. breakfast is muesli. reviewed to 2 fkui w apa salahku (finished at 12 pm, there goes half of my saturday). tried fried chicken master. its good and tender but i still prefer moon chicken.

17 - breakfast is muesli, banana and 2 martabak tahu. snack is keripik pisang aduuu wenak (and picking bits of meat cooked by mom). went to devi’s place w/ racheel silvi. brought RJ to be wrapped. we watched okay madam and its super fun, hilarious and full of twists anddd a bit of cutesy romance. just the right balance to enjoy and let the stress out. late lunch is moon chicken yay!! went home after maghrib, did to padi 6 w/ fi and matcha latte. talked about a senior’s wedding and eating healthier til 22:30

18 - To fkui 3, wasted my afternoon playing my phone, finally mustered some will to study after ashar. My progress is rly slow today. Watched hilarious jessi interview with eric, heechul. Im telling u, i thought tiktok is the funniest internet content but i was wronggg. Seeing heechul flustered is hilarious. Tried to study again at night but only learned 1 disease hiks

19 - had no idea what i did before dzuhur lmao. went to racheel’s to surprise atikah. actually napped at her place lmaoo why do i feel so sleepy. gifted rj to atikah. we ate fried chicken master and pempek on a small green table and talked. its like korean movie lmao. we talked while im simultaneously listening to padi lol.

20 - woke up at 8, chicken porridge + muesli and low sugar vsoy for breakfast. arrived at clara’s @10am. to fkui 4. reviewed it. reviewed general physical exam. finished up to padi 7. tried bombo donut. studied osce. i felt sooo dumb in osce (and clara is already super smart). superrr motivated to learn after going back home (arrived at 7) but i ended up opening youtube and drinking protein lmaooo and its suddenly 9 pm

21 - matcha latte at starbucks dm. Studied osce. Obgyn coaching w the super kind dr ilham. Les padi. Read angel buddy and played with my phone til 12 pm

22 - to fkui. padi as usual. had low motivation, so i did the tryout that day close to the actual course.

23 - left home at 06:30 to study together in capitol. had breakfast in mcd first. thank god i ate rice + chicken and breakfast wrap cuzzzz. studied osce together w ara, ical, kelvyn, dio and kak ilonka til about 2 pm. WALKED to bk bcs my parents are there. apparently simply driving to capitol is too much for them. immediately ate muesli at 4 pm cause i didnt eat anything in capitol. did nothing else after that. did not pray maghrib together lmao somehow mom had mercy on me and let me sleep som more. mom bought sate padang but i didnt eat it. i cried in bed because as yoongi said, “this is the real you and this is the real me”. did not shower/wash my face at night bcs i felt like shit lmao rip my face (its a week before bukang photoshoot)

24 - i feel tired, lazy, and just wanted some sleep. like all that’s in me is drained. ate muesli with strawberry milk. tried fitmee beef. its better than i thought. because the noodle is chewy you spend more time to chew. also ate fried chicken and daun singkong. usually i cant wait to go to flavola but even at 12 pm i just feel like laying down. finally mustered the will to shower and go out. its raining a bit on the way. colddd.

25 - to fkui 6, osce briefing, covid lecture (that was actually for ppds), padi

26 - spaghetti for brekkie, coaching neuro and ophthalmology, cicil osce

27 - cicil osce, the second to the last padi omg. the fastest padi ever

28 - obgyn osce practice at kak ilonka’s place (that nice kosan at forkabi) with ara, ren ness, kelvyn, dio with mannequins from og dept, tried meokja salemba that serves bulgogi rice. quite good. after arriving at home, studied neuro together with menno til about 20:45 an and i just dont have the energy lmaooo so i gave up and slept

29 - today is bukang photoshoot at bintaro. put base make up on the way. even put glue on my eyebrow. got eyebrow, eyeshadow and blush done by renata. took lots of photos. nebeng om coro afterwards to bxc to meet mom. we ate at genki sushi (renata ara kris mendel oca regan geordie eka). i missss road trips hua. did tryout fkui on the way back home. after shower and prayer proceeded to review TO with apa salahku. Last padi (havent done the questions beforehand so i sprinted it out while on the actual course). Muhasabah osce with kak widia afterwards lmao. Studied osce with clara

30 - studied osce with ara ren ness @ merra. I ate eatlah, moms muffin, kemplang, tango. I ate so welll. Its a productive sesh, neuro and infectious disease. At home i studied osce w clara til abt 22:15 ish. I feel like i miss my me time lmao its been 3 days. I can still go on w clara but i dont wanna get myself sick

31 - simul osce in the morning. Osce study with clara almira. Cicil osce alone. Played my phone at 10 pm even though i still have mental clarity post matcha latte -___-

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sapphicsugden · 6 years

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good morning (i love you) aaron/robert, liv, gerry (no seb mentions). five mornings with the mill fam.

one.

The shrill alarm cuts through Robert’s dreams and he groans, reaching out a hand to grab for his phone. He misses a couple of times, mumbling curses into the pillow. There’s a heavy arm across his back, and a face pressed into the juncture of his neck. Said face moans something incoherent, but Robert finally manages to silence the phone and groans, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Don’t wanna get up,” Aaron says, arm shifting against Robert’s back as Aaron stretches.

“Let’s not,” Robert breathes, turning his face towards Aaron. Aaron’s bleary eyed, but smiling, and he leans in, touches their foreheads together.

It’s 6:30 and Robert knows they both have things to do; there’s a scrap run for Aaron, and an early meeting for Robert if he doesn’t want Home James to fold, and there’s the small matter of making sure Liv actually gets to school.

Aaron runs a hand through Robert’s hair, thumb brushing against his temple. “When d’you get home today?”

Robert shifts closer, leans in to press a kiss to Aaron’s forehead, mindful of the fact that he’s just woken and hasn’t brushed his teeth yet. Aaron settles back against him, head on his chest and Robert appreciates the fluff of his hair, playing with the soft curls. “About five. Want me to cook dinner?”

“I’ll be late.” Aaron says with a sigh. He’s brushing his hand over Robert’s stomach, not enough to start anything, but a comfort nonetheless. “I’ll grab something on the way home.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Robert tells him, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll cook dinner and save yours.”

Aaron shifts back, looks at him with a ridiculous amount of fondness and love, and Robert wonders if his heart will ever not skip when he sees it. He hopes not. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Robert tells him, then rolls over, pinning Aaron beneath him with a grin. Aaron raises an eyebrow, smiles, but doesn’t make any move to shove him off. He shifts, aware of how close their bodies press together, wanting to start something and sure that they have just enough time. Even Aaron looks like he might be into it -

- when Liv starts thundering down the stairs, yelling for Gerry to get up.

Robert groans, dropping his head down to the pillow beside Aaron’s head. Aaron brushes a hand through the hairs at the nape of Robert’s neck, and huffs out a laugh. “One day I’ll get morning sex.”

Aaron gives him that one, presses a kiss to Robert’s chin and shoves him away, climbing out of bed. two.

“Where’s Rob?” Liv asks, dropping her school bag on the sofa.

Aaron’s in the kitchen, throwing bacon into a pan, looking at ease with cooking despite how terrible he is at it. The table’s set for breakfast, but it looks suspiciously like Robert’s handiwork. Aaron looks back over his shoulder. “We’re out of ketchup.”

Liv makes a face as she slides into one of the chairs at the table. “Don’t know why he bothers. Doesn’t put enough on for it to matter.”

Aaron snorts. “He says the same about your brown stuff.”

“Whatever,” Liv mutters, and helps herself to some of the toast already on the table. She’s starving, and has enough time to wait for the bacon before she has to catch the bus.

“Robert’s taking ya this morning,” Aaron reminds her, finally plating up the bacon and sliding it onto the table. He rounds Liv’s chair and yells, “Gerry!” up the stairs. “Says he has a meeting in Hotten anyway.”

Liv shrugs, never really minds driving in with Robert because he always lets her fiddle with the radio. “He better hurry up then.”

“I’m here,” Robert says, slamming the door and tossing his keys on the table by the door. “That smells good.”

Aaron throws him a smile and starts piling up the bacon between two slices of toast.

“Uh,” Liv says, gesturing at him with her toast. “Save some for the rest of us, yeah?”

“Nice,” Gerry says, interrupting whatever Aaron was gonna say as he clambers down the stairs. Liv rolls her eyes as he barges past Robert and sits down next to her, grabbing at the bacon.

“Charming,” Robert mutters, and takes a seat next to Aaron, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it over the back of the chair. He leans over, drawing Aaron in for a kiss and Liv and Gerry share grossed out looks. “What?”

Liv shrugs, but can’t keep the grin from her face. “Putting me off my brekkie, ain’t ya?”

Gerry fakes puking, and Aaron throws a piece of crust at him.

Robert doesn’t say anything, but he does meet Liv’s gaze and quirks his lips up. She complains all the time, but it’s like he knows she doesn’t mean it - that this is the closest to normal she’s ever had, and she wouldn’t give it up for anything.

three.

“Where are we?” Aaron groans, stretching out as much as the passenger seat will allow.

Robert flicks the indicator and slides into the fast line. The sun is just coming up over the horizon and he’s had to put his sunglasses on. “Somewhere outside of Béthune.”

The French countryside passes them by, and Aaron rests his head against the window, watching Robert from underneath his lashes. He doesn’t look tired even though he must be, barely snatching an hour or so in Dover while they waited for the train.

“Want me to take over?”

Robert spares him a glance and a soft smile. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll sleep when we get there.”

“Spoilsport,” Liv mumbles from the back. She stretches, kicking Gerry in the shin as she does. He grunts but doesn’t wake up. “I wanna go to the park straight away.”

“You’re old enough to go by yourself,” Robert tells her, rolling his neck.

Aaron meets Liv’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

“S’not the same if you’re sleeping the holiday away,” Liv says eventually, curling up back in the seat, her eyes on the landscape outside.

Robert’s face has gone all soft and sweet and Aaron can’t help the way his heart lurches when he looks at him. He’s happy and even spending the week with Liv and Gerry bickering every few hours isn’t enough to put him off this.

It was Robert’s idea to take them to Disneyland, considering they couldn’t get to America, and though she’d said something about not being a kid, she’d been talking nonstop about it ever since.

“How about I catch an hour or two, then I can just nap while you drag me around the stupid rides.”

“They’re not stupid,” Gerry chimes in.

“You can’t nap on rides,” Liv snaps, just as incredulous.

Aaron laughs at Robert’s expression, and he leans over, presses a kiss to Robert’s cheek. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot that just drove six hours to get you here, you ungrateful brats,” Robert says, without heat.

Liv throws her pillow at the back of his chair to a chorus of, “driving!” but then she sticks her tongue out at Robert through the mirror. “Whatever. Have your nap while Gerry and I check out the hotel stuff. I’m sure we can find something to do.”

“Yeah,” Robert sighs. “Costing me a fortune no doubt.”

Aaron places a hand on Robert’s thigh, squeezing gently but not making anything out of it. Just a touch to ground them both. Liv and Gerry have started arguing in the back over what they’re going to have for breakfast when they finally arrive, and Aaron lets it wash over him, though he rubs his thumb over the seam of Robert’s jeans. “You love it really.”

Robert doesn’t say anything for a while, but he’s smiling so wide Aaron feels sorry for his face. “It isn’t terrible.”

Robert code for I’m so happy I could cry.

Aaron’s embellishing a little, but the sentiment is the same.

four.

“Rob-”

“Can’t, I’m late!” Rob yells as he thunders down the stairs.

Liv half wonders how anyone can run down that staircase, and whether or not he realises he’s supposed to be driving her and she’s already missed the bus. “You said you’d take me in to college.”

Robert stands in the middle of the living room, one arm in a sleeve, the rest of the jacket hanging off his shoulder. His face cycles through about fifteen different expressions before he settles on irritation. “Dammit. I really need to get to this meeting.”

“Aaron’s not here,” Liv says slowly, like he’s somehow forgotten. Not that she thinks he really has because he’s fifteen different kinds of snippy when Aaron’s not around, he cries about lonely he is (ok, so he mopes) and he always seems millions of miles away. At least it’s not prison levels of scary, so Liv takes it in her stride.

“I know,” Robert snaps and then sighs, shrugging on the rest of his jacket. “Alright, eat your breakfast. I’ll call-”

“I can take her,” Gerry says, standing in the kitchen, munching on a piece of toast.

Robert eyes him as if he’s going to drive eighty over the speed limit and kill her or something. Liv would roll her eyes, but Robert’s unhinged enough without adding her sass. Aaron being gone is always a minefield.

“Aaron lets me drive the scrap van,” Gerry says, his hands held up in surrender. His toast is saturated in butter and half of it looks as if it’s about to topple over.

“Fine,” Robert says, begrudgingly. “But if you hurt her-”

“Rob,” Liv snaps, actually rolling her eyes this time. “Stop threatenin’ him and get to work. Go mope somewhere else.”

“I don’t mope,” Robert protests, but he actually puts his jacket on and grabs his keys from the coffee table. “I’ll be back about four so I’ll make dinner tonight.”

Liv makes a mental note to get Aaron to call after dinner because otherwise Robert will be a Mess and getting him to do anything will be too much to handle. “Right. Go.”

Robert goes, and Liv looks at Gerry.

Gerry is experiencing his first Aaronless Robert and she’s kind of fascinated with the emotions he’s been cycling through. “Honestly, if Aaron doesn’t come back soon-”

“He’ll learn to cope with it eventually.” Liv’s not entirely sure she believes herself, but part of her wants to stick up for Rob. He’s not all bad. Most of the time.

“No offence,” Gerry says, around a mouthful of toast, and probably about to say something offensive. “I thought your brother was mental without Robert, but he’s summat else.”

Liv snorts.

“Though,” Gerry continues, tossing the crusts in the bin. “Kinda nice to love someone that much one day though, right?”

“Gross,” Liv says, but she does kind of want it. Watching her brother and Robert in love is nauseating and heartwarming in equal measure. Still. “Come on, or I’ll be late.”

Liv shoots of a text to Aaron while she’s waiting for Gerry to start the van. day three in the mill house and robert is still pining away for aaron. liv hopes he’s not gonna call until after 6 because she’s starving and robert fails at life post phonecalls.

Later, during her lunchbreak, she grins at Aaron’s response. Not my fault he’s a nutter and then fine, but only if you stop texting me like you’re on bloody big brother and later, just after she finishes for the day, never mind coming home tonight.

Liv makes a mental note to sleep downstairs with headphones and the tv on.

five.

“‘morning Mr. Sugden,” Robert says, pressing a line of kisses to Aaron’s neck.

Aaron grins up at the ceiling, one hand twisted in Robert’s hair, the other brushing down the skin of Robert’s back. His ring glints in the sunlight streaming through their windows. He wonders if you can be too happy. “Mr. Dingle.”

Robert doesn’t comment on the way Aaron’s voice hitches, or the way his nails dig into Robert’s back as Robert rolls his hips, a slow thrust that only serves to send a shiver down Aaron’s back.

“Rob,” Aaron bites out, heels digging into the mattress as Robert bites at the juncture of Aaron’s neck, teeth grazing the skin beneath his lips. “Come on.”

Robert says nothing, just breathes against Aaron’s skin, his fingers curled in Aaron’s hair, face hovering above his as he pulls back to look Aaron in the eye. “I love you.”

Aaron swallows once, twice, and lets out a soft groan as Robert thrusts again, adjusting the angle in the way he always does, just perfect and Aaron can’t breathe for a moment or two. Sound gives way to the feel of Robert’s skin on his, how full he feels, how easily Robert can make his body sing.

This isn’t their first honeymoon, but it feels like the most important; Robert’s eyes are wet with emotion, his thumb brushing over Aaron’s cheekbone, his lips. Aaron doesn’t know how his chest can contain so much love, but it does, and he grips Robert’s back, urges him deeper, faster, and Robert obliges. He thrusts harder, breathless moans and words whispered in Aaron’s ear that Aaron doesn’t really hear, everything is just white noise because Robert’s brushing against his prostate and they’re married and Aaron can’t help but think of the endless moments they’ll have together after this because they’ve made it here, now, and Robert loves him and he loves Robert and -

Robert kisses him, hungry and wet and needy, and Aaron arches his back, yells Robert’s name as he comes, unashamed to be as loud and wanton as he wants. The sex has always been good, always, but when Robert presses a kiss to Aaron’s hand, his ring-finger, Aaron can’t help but pull him in, body oversensitive and shivering, but desperate for everything Robert wants to give.

#robron #robert sugden #aaron dingle #robron week #robron week 2018 #fic by me #liv flaherty #gerry roberts #rw2018

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 32: The Day Jungkook Was Mischievous

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: Ma City by BTS

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Summary:

Your second day of living in Korea and Jungkook decided to mess around with paint.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 8964

Length: 32/?

It wasn't your alarm that woke you up that morning. Nor was it your phone. In fact, it was the strange sensation of something wet touching your face. Licking it actually. You turned away from the strange feeling with a groan, intent on ignoring it until a semi-familiar yip was heard. Groggy memories of the last 24 hours came back to you. Another yip. Ah, Miri. Miri was what had woken you up.

You sighed when the pup climbed over your body and bumped her wet nose against your cheek. No point ignoring the inevitable. You would have to get up. The poor girl was probably starving, so you finally gave in and opened your eyes.

"Mornin' Miri," you mumbled, sitting up and scratching her behind her ear. "You hungry?"

Her tail wagged behind her and her tongue poked out adorably.

"I'll take that as a yes. Let's get some brekkie, then."

You ruffled her fur then climbed out of bed, an 'aw' slipping past your lips as she hopped off after you with her short legs.

You found the cupboard in the kitchen where Jin had told you he stored Miri's food. She sat patiently beside her bowl and you filled it up before getting her fresh water. With Miri sorted, it was time to make yourself breakfast.

You scurried over to one of your boxes labelled 'cereal' and opened it to reveal breakfast cereals from England and grabbed the Coco Shreddies. Childish? Yes. Did you feel bad about it? No. You needed that chocolatey goodness.

Hallelujah! There was milk! Two large cartons sat on the shelf and you made a mental note to thank Jungkook. You didn't know what you would have done without it. There also a carton of orange juice inside, so you poured yourself a drink and went to sit at the kitchen table to watch Miri gobble up her breakfast.

You couldn't believe you were the owner of such a small fluffy cloud.

She followed you back into your bedroom after breakfast, curling up on your lap when you sat on the edge of the bed as your phone switched back on. The first notification was Snow. Jungkook had sent you a picture.

Opening the app you were immediately greeted to a smiling shirtless Kookie.

'Good morning Jagi.'

That was followed by yet another selca of him in a white t-shirt with a grey beanie: 'Are you up yet loser? We got some shit to do today.'

It was sent only ten minutes ago so you sent a selca back of you holding Miri up to cover most of your face.

'Morning! I just need to get washed and changed.'

Your phone buzzed almost instantly saying that he would leave the dorm in a few minutes to give you the chance to get ready.

Once again delving into your suitcase, you pulled out an outfit you thought would be suitable for the day and hurried to the bathroom. You thanked fuck that you had already unpacked your bathroom supplies when getting ready for bed the night before.

A knock at the door sounded just as you were hopping into a pair of sweatpants. Miri jumped off your bed and paused in the doorway, head tilted towards the door as if asking if you were going to answer it. You ran a hand through your hair and waddled to the entrance.

You opened the door to reveal Jungkook with his famous bunny grin. Accompanying his t-shirt and beanie combo was a pair of grey sweats and tan timberlands, a backpack hooked over his shoulder.

"Get some shoes on Kitten, we're going shopping."

"Paint shopping?" You asked hopefully.

Jungkook nodded. "Paint and whatever else you feel you need. Furniture, etcetera."

Shoving on a pair of converse, you made sure you had everything you needed before dropping to a crouch and picking up Miri for a cuddle before you left.

"Did you two do some bonding when I left last night?"

"Mhm. I let her sleep on the bed with me last night."

Jungkook smiled and crouched down to pet her.

"Enjoy it while it lasts, pupper. Today is the second date so one more and I'll be sleeping in that bed too."

The image of you and Jungkook cuddled up in bed with Miri stretched between you made you smile. Putting your puppy down, you said goodbye and closed the door. The action pained you but she couldn't come.

"Shouldn't you let her out to do her... business... before we leave? She's probably been holding it in since you fell asleep."

You eyes widened. You had completely forgot! The only pets you had before were cats and they were pretty independent.

"Shit!"

You quickly popped back inside, found Miri's leash and attached it to the small pup.

"Do you think we could take her for a little walk first then? You didn't say if this apartment block had a garden so..."

"There's a small courtyard behind the building," Jungkook said leading the way towards the elevator. "But a walk is probably better. You'll get to see more of where you live."

You watched Miri trotting along slightly ahead of you with her tiny legs.

"Yeah. And it would be good exercise for her. Look at her small legs go!"

"She's so adorable," Jungkook giggled. "Just like you."

You scowled at him and picked Miri up as you finally reached the elevator. The little poodle gave a small bark and licked your face. She squirmed on the ride down so her chin rest on your shoulder. Jungkook couldn't stop cooing at her which quickly made your scowl disappear. He was too sweet.

On the ground floor, Jungkook showed you the little courtyard through a glass door before heading outside and onto the street.

Jungkook took your hand in his and smiled brightly. You had an inkling as to why he was so happy. He had finally gotten you to Korea and he was relishing it. Though you were still nervous about being spotted. Especially by the media or possible sasaengs. But Jungkook didn't seem to mind or care.

"You sure you don't want to wear a mask?" You asked lowly. Sure the residential side street you lived on was quiet, but if you were heading onto main roads then there was definitely a chance he would be noticed.

"If they can respect my privacy when I'm with my parents or my friends, they can respect it while I'm with you."

He gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your fingers. You liked holding hands with Jungkook; he was always warm. Or at least warmer than you.

A few moments later, you turned onto the main road and Jungkook pointed out the closest convenience store to your building.

"Most convenience stores are open 24 hours a day. Korea is known for it's '24 hour culture'. SO pretty much everything is open all day every day. Even take-aways."

You nodded along, your focus momentarily diverted when Miri paused to sniff at a random patch on concrete. You gave her lead a light tug and she quickly skipped back in front of you.

Idle chit-chat flowed easily between the two of you as he pointed out more places, like take-aways he had ordered from or shops he's been in before. Eventually, you reached a large looking park, littered with autumnal leaves.

"This is beautiful," you muttered. "Can I let Miri off here?"

Jungkook said it was a dog friendly park and you unclipped her lead. She immediately dashed off, her little white body bright against the oranges and greens of the floor. You felt Jungkook's arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a back hug. "Is it possible to have 2 dates in one day?" You shook your head and he sighed. "I'm an impatient person."

"Well, learn to be patient."

He nuzzled into your hair as you watched Miri jump into a leaf pile. "I can't. I want to cuddle you so you sleep better. Don't think I didn't notice the bags under your eyes while you were away."

"I was stressed-"

"I can cuddle the stress away."

You tilted your head back against his shoulder as you laughed. His nose scrunched in confusion as to what was funny.

"I'm not stressed any more, BunBun. That disappeared when you kissed me at the airport yesterday."

He grinned, a hand coming up to tilt your face towards his so he could place a tender kiss on your lips.

"That's the first of today's 10 kisses."

Unable to resist, you closed the gap between you again before pulling back with a small grin.

"Second."

He booped your nose with his. "If I smother you with enough kisses, will you forget about the 3 date rule?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Normally when someone tries to kiss their way into a person's bed they have... other intentions."

Jungkook's eyes widened as his cheeks tinted red. Clearly embarrassed by what you were implying. You laughed out loud.

"I-I-I'm n-not..." he stuttered out, then cleared his throat and tried again. "T-that's not w-what I meant..."

"I know BunBun. I just wanted to tease you. You're so innocent."

His told on you suddenly tightened as his brows furrowed to shadow his dark eyes.

"I'm not innocent," he grumbled. "Just didn't want you to think I only want you for one thing."

It was one thing to have talked about past experience with sex. It was another thing for Jungkook to say he wanted you in that way. Your own face turned as red as a tomato.

It was Jungkook's turn to laugh, childish giggles taking over his body.

"Look who's red now."

You turned your face away from him, spotting Miri running back to you. Well, more like jumping through leaf piles back to you. How could one dog be so cute?

Stepping out of Jungkook's embrace, you dropped to rub the belly of the pup who had rolled onto her back and stared up at you with her big brown eyes. There was a crunch with every beat of her tail against the coloured leaves.

"I still can't believe I have a dog."

Jungkook crouched down beside you, "Would you like to see her do a trick Jagi?" You nodded. He made a circle with his arms, "Miri, taieo (tyre)."

Her ears pricked and she scrambled to her feet before leaping through the ring. Your jaw dropped. Miri yipped happily as Jungkook spoiled her with belly rubs, muttering something about giving her a treat when you got back to the apartment.

"The only training I've seen a dog have is when I trained my older sister's husky to respond to my whistles..." You trailed off, still in awe at the small dog knowing show tricks. Was she a show dog before Bangtan got her for you?

You asked the question and Jungkook shook his head.

"Her parents were both show dogs, but she never competed." He then sighed as if recalling a sad memory. "Poor baby was put up for adoption because they felt bad for leaving her at home while the others travelled for competitions."

You pouted at the story. But then you realised something. Miri was trained in Korean, meaning she'd only respond to Korean commands or borrowed English words. You looked at Jungkook who was grinning like a lovestruck fool at the pup.

"You'll need to teach me how to do the tricks with her. I want to play too."

He nodded, "Okay! Can you hand me her lead please? I think it's about time we took her back and go shopping."

Jungkook clipped the lead back to her collar and hand in hand you walked back to your apartment undetected. Miri was given a treat for behaving, and then you headed out once more.

You swore you had never seen so many colours. How many shades of yellow were there? How the fuck were there shades of black? 'Charcoal' was clearly a grey, not a black! Your eyes continued to scan down the aisle for what you were looking for. Red. You wanted red. Jungkook wasn't being very useful, looking at the colour charts on the opposite wall, laughing at their ridiculous names.

You continued to walk down the aisle, leaving Jungkook behind as you went on your hunt. You wanted a specific crimson. What was the Korean for crimson again? You racked your brain until you remembered.

Ah! You found the red section and began looking up and down the shelves for the tin you were looking for. It took a minute, but you found it...right at the top. Fuck.

"Kookie..."

Jungkook jogged over to you. "Yes Jagi?"

"I need help getting that tin of paint," You said, pointing to the top shelf.

He frowned. "I might be tall but even I can't reach that... Maybe you should get in my shoulders."

Your eyes went wide. "I'm not getting on your shoulders!"

He pulled on your arm like a child. "I promise I won't drop you."

"Kook!"

"Fine... Piggy back.?"

You looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "Surely asking a member of staff would be easier."

"But not as fun."

You hesitated. "What if it falls on me?"

"Then we take another trip to A and E," He said quickly, passing you his backpack to wear and crouching. "Hop on."

Hesitantly, you did as he instructed, somewhat nervous about what may happen. What if you dropped the tin on his head?! With your arms secured around his neck, he raised to full height and jumped to shift you into a more comfortable position. He shuffled closer to the shelf.

"Can you reach?"

You stretched out your arms and gave a small cry of glee at the tin being in reach. Carefully, you brought the tin down off of the shelf.

"Got it!"

Jungkook gave a small cheer of joy.

"You can let me down now, Kookie."

The hold he had on your thighs tightened, and then he was walking away from the shelf down the aisle.

"Kookie!"

"I'm gonna get a basket- No! A trolley! We’re gonna get anything else you think you might need." He explained while trotting along with you on his back.

"I don't know what else I need," you mumbled, glancing around you at the other aisles.

"What about...a rug...plants...storage?"

"I could get some little house plants and a cactus."

"People say that succulents are the easiest to take care of but they're not. They're fickle bitches."

You could hear the annoyance in his voice. Obviously the tone of someone who had tried to take care of a succulent before. You leaned forward over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his face. His lips were twisted and his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Did someone's succulent not last very long?" You teased.

"You can't put it in direct sunlight. Can't over-water it. Can't under-water it. Hell, you can't even tell if you've under-watered or over-watered it. Those plants are meant to be low maintenance dammit!"

You pat his beanie in pity. "Should I not get one, then? Maybe fake flowers would be better."

He nodded, "That would probably be best."

You finally reached the trolleys and he let go of one of your legs to take the tin of paint from you.

"Can I get down now please?"

He gently let you down and you placed his backpack in the trolley before taking hold of the handle and pushing it in the direction you came. Jungkook walked beside you, stealing glances in your direction every so often. You paused and turned to him with a sigh.

"Wha-"

"Go on." You stepped back and gestured to the trolley. "I know you want to push it."

He pulled the cart towards him with a smile, dropping a kiss to your cheek and saying thank you before hurrying off down the aisle.

He was a child. You were dating an adult child.

But then he stopped and turned to look at you like an overexcited puppy.

"Jagi! Sit in the trolley!"

You stared at him blankly. Yup. Definitely a child. You were torn from your thoughts by him rushing back to you and literally lifting you into the trolley.

You would have protested if it wasn't for the fact that you didn't feel like embarrassing yourself in the store by yelling. The last thing you needed was any attention. So you complied and sat on your butt with your legs crossed as best as they could in the narrow space.

"I'm going to buy all the the stuff needed for a happy home. Jagi included," He said with a wink. How much of a child could he be? Yet still you felt your heart melt a little.

You began formulating ideas in your head of how you could dress up your apartment to make it feel a lot more...you.

"A rug would add colour to the living room. And some cushions for the sofa." You suggested.

"I guess you won't be wanting blankets since you already have 2 with my face on."

You felt your cheeks heat up for the second time that day.

He chuckled as he navigated the store. "I can't believe you have blankets with my face on."

"They're soft," you mumbled, peering over the metal of the trolley so you could keep an eye out for the homeware section.

"You use them?"

You could hear a hint of judging in his voice and became defensive.

"Yah! I bought them with the intent of collecting. And don't you start judging me. You're the one who wanted to stay as my bias."

He bit his bottom lip before releasing it with a frown. "I've heard of younger fans using them and it seemed a little weird to me..." He trailed off with a sigh. "But I guess I can't stop you from collecting them. Whatever keeps you warm at night."

He was uncomfortable with it.

"...I'll stop collecting that stuff. I'll only buy official merch from now on. No more fansite projects."

You lurched forward when the car came to an abrupt halt.

"I didn't mean it like that..." He ran a hand through his hair and huffed. "You can buy all the merch you want. Official or unofficial. I know it makes you happy and if you want to collect blankets with my faces on then I won't stop you. I'll learn to get over the weirdness."

"But-"

"I'm not going to try and make you change who you are, Y/N. This is the you I fell in love with. I shouldn't have expected any less."

You held gazes for a minute, the tension that had surrounded you dissipating as a smile slowly crept onto your lips. Carefully getting to your feet, you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a short but sweet kiss.

After a brief debate about whether you should unpack before or after repainting your bedroom, you settled on after and got to work. Miri was under the temporary care of Yoongi who had taken her to his studio.

Jungkook was in charge of moving your bed and furniture into the centre of the room while you began getting out the painting supplies. The final thing you retrieved was vitally important to the task. Your bluetooth speaker. If there was one thing you'd learn from the adverts on TV, it was that painting to music was a much happier experience.

As soon as Jungkook saw the speaker he smirked, "You found Jimin's jams then. Just as small as he is."

You scoffed. He was making that overused joke from 2014. When will it finally die? Maybe it was your fault for owning a speaker called Jam.

"It's small but powerful. I wonder what that says about Jimin."

It was your turn to smirk as Jungkook's jaw dropped at your reply. You connected your phone and Jungkook came up behind you as you scrolled through your music.

"Have you used that joke on Chubs before? He is her favourite after all."

"Not yet."

Unable to choose a song, you resigned to putting it on shuffle.

"Have you spoken to her since you left England?" Jungkook asked, going over to a step ladder and unfolding it.

Oh shit. You hadn't. But in all fairness Jungkook has kept you busy. You made a mental note to message her soon.

"You and your dates have kept me preoccupied."

"I'm not sorry. She had the privilege to live in the same country as you as now it's my turn." You giggled and handed him a paint roller. "No need to be jealous any more. I'm all yours."

He placed kiss on your forehead. "Don't say stuff like that... you'll make me greedy."

He turned his back on you to dip his roller in the paint tray, leaving you wondering what he meant.

"Just to let you know, I've never painted a wall before."

Of course he hadn't. He became a trainee at 13. You redecorated a room at roughly around that age so he must've left home before he had the opportunity to. Thinking about that made a small smile appear as fond memories of you and your mother trying to bond while removing your father's taint from your home flittered through your mind.

"Just watch me for a little while then."

You swapped rollers, since his had paint on, and climbed up the ladder to begin. Something warm on your calf made you wobble on the steps and you glanced down to see Jungkook holding you.

"Careful Jagi. Don't want to be falling for me more than you already have."

That fucking smirk.

You turned back to the wall when you paused, lips curling into a sneaky grin. Running a finger through the dark red paint on the roller, you quickly turned around and booped his nose, leaving behind a thick red blob.

But he just grinned. "You're so adorable you even made a sound effect!" He let go of your ankles. "Hang on a sec. I need to get a selca of this."

He ran out of the room to collect his phone from the living room. Meanwhile, you continued to paint, needing to work relatively quickly unless you wanted the wall to be patchy.

"Y/N, come down. I need one of us together."

"Can't."

You could practically hear his pout. "Fine. Ne eongdeong-iro sajin-eul jjik-eulge (I'll just take a picture with your butt)."

"Huh?!" Your head snapped around, but it was too late. Jungkook had already taken the picture. "Are you going to post that online?!"

He turned to you, face full of mischief, "Ye."

"It better not be Twitter."

He smiled and that was all you needed to know his answer.

"Oh hell no! Tumblr is fine. They'll see it as meme-y. On Twitter you'll get branded a pervert."

"How else am I going to announce your arrival to all ARMY?"

"Take a nice picture of us painting the wall that doesn't have my booty in it."

There was a pause.

"I'm still uploading this one to tumblr. They appreciate booty there."

"Your booty, maybe. But not mine."

You took a few steps down the ladder so your head was visible in frame of the camera.

"Oh they will." He gave you a quick peck and you felt some of the still wet paint transfer onto your nose.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Was Jungkook admitting he liked your butt, or was he suggesting your followers would? He didn't answer, opting to hold up his phone with SNOW already open. He didn't bother selecting a filter, the paint on your noses looking ridiculous enough. With an arm around your waist, he pulled you closer to his side and you rest your head against his. He barred his teeth in a playful growl, while you wrinkled your nose.

He took the picture and quickly opened up the twitter app. Selecting the picture, he added a caption of 'Nae Jagi-ga eoje dochakhaesseoyo! (My Jagi arrived yesterday!)'.

He pressed tweet and waited a second to watch it upload before opening up his tumblr app. You'd never seen Jungkook's dashboard before, and weren't surprised to see gifs and screenshots from YouTube gameplays of overwatch. It refreshed to display an anime gifset and he went about uploading the other picture involving your butt.

His caption for that picture was a tad more humourous: 'She finally got her ass here.'

You smiled as he giggled to himself as he uploaded the pic. With that done you got back to painting. Jungkook grabbed a paintbrush to start cutting in, it was almost like outlining the wall so you could fill in the centre with the roller. The artist in him had a steady hand and made neat work of the job.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You grabbed it and saw Chubs had sent you a message over tumblr.

'I see Jungkook is a fan of the booty.'

"Chubs messaged me."

Jungkook raised his head, looking up at you from his position on the floor.

"Did she see the posts? What did she say?"

Putting your phone away you continued to paint. You’d message her tonight for a proper catch-up.

"She thinks you like my butt because of the picture you uploaded."

He was silent for a moment and when you glanced down his head snapped up, cheeks flaming as if you'd caught him doing something he shouldn't have. He mumbled as he stood to pour more paint in the tray.

"Hm? What'd you say?"

"Nothing."

You shook your head. "No, you mumbled something. What did you say?"

He hesitated, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. "It's embarrassing."

You cocked your hip. "How's it embarrassing?"

He shrugged, eyes flickering up to meet yours. "Ireallylikeyourbooty."

You stared at him blankly. He what? He liked your butt? As if to figure out why, you looked over your shoulder at you butt. There wasn't anything special about it. But then again, you don't have the same view as everyone else. You were torn from your thoughts by a red paint hand print suddenly appearing on your behind.

"Kookie!"

His cheeks may have been bright red, but his eyes sparkled mischievously. He clambered to his feet when you began to descend down the steps, paint roller raised in threat.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He backed away with his arms raised in surrender. "I couldn't resist."

You used the roller to paint your own hand red.

"These are my only pair of sweats. And you have ruined them. Eye for an eye."

His back was against a still pink wall and you pressed your open palm to his chest. You took a second to marvel at how firm his chest was.

"Yah! My white t-shirt! I'll make you pay!"

Jungkook grabbed your wrist in one hand, the other going to the small of your back to keep you in place against him as he tried to make your painted hand touch your face.

"Nooo~~"

Instinct kicked in and you hooked one of your legs behind his knee, trying to knock him off balance. It worked and you both fell to the floor with a thud.

"Ah fuck," Jungkook groaned, face contorting in pain.

His body had softened the blow, and you picked your head up from where it rest against his shoulder.

"I didn't expect us to land so hard... let's just finish painting."

You crawled off his body, sitting back on your knees to adjust your skewed glasses. Jungkook sat up and shifted to rub at his backside.

"Your floor is hard. What if I'm bruised?"

"I have some bruise cream in my first aid kit in the bathroom. Though you'll have to apply it yourself. I'm not ready to see you with your pants off yet."

He chuckled and got to his feet, offering his dry hand to help you up.

"You're so funny," he muttered, pulling you into a hug.

"I wasn't joking."

He pulled back slightly. "I know. Doesn't stop you from being funny."

"You're... okay with it?"

He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Of course I am. I'm in no rush."

"Good things come to those who wait." With a sudden stroke of boldness, you smirked and tapped his cheek before grabbing your forgotten roller and headed back up the ladder to continue painting. He picked up his paintbrush and got back to doing the edges.

"You've been playful today, Kitten."

Boxes. Boxes. Boxes. So many stupid brown boxes.

While the first coat of paint dried, you'd gone into the living room to finally start unpacking. And everything was a mess. Bubble wrap popped underfoot everywhere you walked, and every available surface was covered with an item ready to be put away. It was just a case of figuring out where to put everything.

You were glad about the sheer amount of shelving your new home had. If you were a sucker for something that wasn't BTS, it was storage space. And the kitchen space! At last, you had more than two cupboards and a drawer! You could have a whole cupboard dedicated to baking, not just a shelf. And everything was so shiny and new. You'd wondered if it had been renovated alongside the bathroom, or whether it was just a newish building.

"Jagi~ where do you want your merch?!"

You looked in the direction of Jungkook, who was on the other side of the living room.

"Merch is going in my room after the paint has dried."

He stacked the boxes by the bedroom door.

"I think the posters will look nice against the red walls."

"Yeah, the colour suits you." You'd barely registered what you were saying, brows creased as you focused on organising your bookcase.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." He chuckled.

It took a while to get everything put away, but you finally collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh. It was mainly items for your bedroom that remained in boxes. Your feet were lifted into the air and Jungkook sat down, letting your feet rest in his lap.

You sighed. "Nearly all settled in now."

He hummed in acknowledgement which was followed by silence. The two of you content with being with each other.

"...I wonder how ARMY are reacting to your selcas..."

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, lips pursed as he scrolled through his dashboard. You shut your eyes just to rest them for a moment. You wished you had Miri to cuddle. Jungkook's full belly laugh had your eyes snapping open again.

"What? What's so funny?"

"A-ARMY!"

You sat up and leaned against his shoulder to see his phone. He was looking through the reblogs, pausing every so often to read it and it's tags.

"Look at this one," he scrolled back up and clicked on a post. He read, "'The Jungbooty has finally found it's match. The Noona booty!'"

He scrolled to another one, "'When the booty's so good you gotta take a selca with it.'"

You had to laugh. "I never thought my butt would be a meme."

Jungkook kept going, the comments only getting funnier.

"Did that one just say you suffer from ‘Butt Love-itus’?"

Jungkook nodded, unable to actually speak from how much he was giggling.

"Shall we check Twitter now?"

His jovial attitude immediately vanished.

"...I'd prefer not to... some of the things people say on there make me uncomfortable..."

"What do you mean uncomfortable?"

"They're a little more...intense than Tumblr ARMY. And not as respectful." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "We don't need to see the negativity or nasty comments."

Nonetheless, he opened the app and navigated to his tweet. The very first reply you saw said, 'I wish that was me in that Selca. Saranghae oppa!'

His lip curled at the dreaded word and he minimised the app.

"See. It makes me go all-" he shivered, actual goosebumps raising to the surface of his skin.

"It's why I rarely ever post unless I have to. I don't want to deprive ARMY of my face, but the comments are off-putting."

"I don't blame you. I've seen how... vulgar... some tweets are that you're tagged in and stuff. I can only imagine how disturbing that must be to read. At least I kept my smut on a platform I didn't know you were using until you found me."

He hummed in agreement. "I don't mind the smut so much because it's not directed to me. But these tweets are in reply to mine and intended for me to see."

You shifted your legs off his lap, opting to crawl into it instead to hug him.

He made a little surprised 'oh' and took a second to wrap his arms around your waist.

"Fan Culture is one of those things; it's fun, but some people take it too far and too personally. I'm sorry you feel that way, KooKoo."

One of his hands came up to run through your hair, "There's no need for you to apologise Jagi, it's not your fault. I understand this is just how Western fans are. It's the culture they've been raised with."

"It doesn't mean it's right though." He hummed in agreement and continued to twirl a curl around his fingers.

Your head fell to the crook of his neck, completely comfortable in his embrace. You were silent for a few minutes, just happy to hold and be held. It was moments like these you longed for when back in the UK with a screen and thousands of miles between you.

You hadn't even realised you had fallen asleep until Jungkook was gently shaking you awake.

"Wake up sleepy Kitten. I think the paint is dry by now."

You groggily raised your head, a little sigh like yawn slipping through your lips.

"How the fuck are you so adorable?" He murmured.

"I'm not adorable." You grumbled as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

He smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours then gave you a soft peck on the lips.

"So adorable."

You were about to retort when the sound of your stomach grumbling cut you off.

"Adorable and hungry. Come on, let's have lunch then we can start a second coat of paint."

You scrambled off his lap and waddled into the kitchen, now stocked with dry snacks and, of course, the leftovers Bangtan had put in your fridge. Some rice, some veg whatever would do for now, but you'd have to go proper food shopping tomorrow. You found the necessary pan from a cupboard and went about making the first semi-proper dish in your new home.

Jungkook had followed you into the kitchen. "What are you making?"

You opened a cupboard and picked out a packet of instant ramen.

"Lunch."

He grabbed the kettle and filled it at the sink.

"Do you have one for me too?"

You opened the cupboard again and tossed a cup of ramen to him. He caught it with a grin.

"Thank you, Jagi."

You nodded and leaned against the counter while you waited for the water to boil.

"Y/N...can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

A pause. "I noticed you've started calling me KooKoo...why?"

"Because you're so cute."

He pouted, "All you ever call me is cute. When will you call me dashingly handsome?"

"Have you not seen my tumblr?"

He nodded.

"Then if you read the tags you'll know I call you handsome a lot."

"Not to my face though..."

You crossed the short space between you and placed your hands on his cheeks, squishing them together.

"My KooKoo is very handsome and very cute."

He grinned and mirrored you to cup your cheeks too. You probably looked silly but who cared.

"My Kitten is very beautiful and very cute too."

You batted his hands away. "Yah! I'm neither of those things!"

The bubbling sound of boiling water made you turn you attention back to the pan. You opened up your packet of instant ramen and carefully dropped it into the water along with the contents of the flavour packet. The kettle had also come to a boil and Jungkook carefully poured the water into his cup. He was so impatient, not even able to wait for you to finish using the stove to make up his.

"You are though."

"Am not."

"Are too! You’re so beautiful my heart goes all weird whenever I look at you!”

You ignored the way your stomach did a little flip at the admission and gave him a skeptical look.

"Then you might have a condition you need to see a doctor about."

"Nope. Naui Nabineun areumdab-eoyo (My butterfly is beautiful)."

Your eyes grew comically wide in shock. "Nabi? Since when am I a butterfly?"

He shot you a cheeky grin over his shoulder as he grabbed a fork from the cutlery drawer.

"Since now."

"I'm no butterfly," You huffed, stirring your noodles.

The kitchen was silent for a moment, and then he started to sing.

"Amugeotdo saenggakhaji ma. Neon amu maldo kkeonaejido ma. Geunyang naege useojwo... (Don’t think of anything. Don’t say anything, not even a word. Just give me a smile...)"

Your hand stilled mid-stir. Fuck his voice was heavenly.

You shot him a glare. "How dare you bring Butterfly into this."

He just raised a brow, "Nan ajikdo mitgijiga anha. I modeun ge da kkumin geot gata. Sarajiryeo hajima~ (I still can’t believe it. All of this seems like a dream. Don’t try to disappear.)"

You turned again to the stove, stirring the noodles with more vigor. He knew his voice was your weakness. With your back to him, you didn't notice him approach until his head popped over your left shoulder.

"Is it true? Is it true? You. You. Neomu areumdawo duryeowo... (You’re so beautiful, that I’m scared)."

Jesus christ, he was basically serenading you. But your noodles were done. So, ignoring him, you took a bowl from another cupboard and poured the noodles from the pan into the bowl. You went to grab a fork but he cut in front of you and planted his hands on your shoulders to stop you from going anywhere.

"Untrue. Untrue. You. You. You~"

"Your ramen is going to go cold at this rate."

His head snapped towards his ramen and you used that as an opportunity to get away from him and his serenading.

"Now hurry up, we still need to do the second coat and unpack the last of my stuff."

You clapped your hands together and smeared traces of crimson paint across your palms. It dried the colour of blood and you picked at the flakes while admiring your handiwork.

"I think we did a good job." Jungkook said, entering the room with two glasses of juice. You took yours and gulped it down.

"I think more paint got on me than the wall because of you and your need to be a fucking meme when vlogging," You complained, gesturing to his pocket where his phone was situated.

"I’m documenting fun memories," He said simply with a shrug. "You did ruin my t-shirt though. Not quite sure if I forgive you for that, Jagi."

"You started it by putting a red handprint on my arse!"

He chuckled and you couldn't fight the smile tugging at your own lips. A shiver tingled down your spine and you leaned against Jungkook's side for warmth. You'd had to open the windows since the paint fumes had started to give you a headache.

"It's going to smell sleeping in here for the next few nights."

"That's Tae-hyung's and Hobi-hyung's fault for painting the room pink in the first place," He said, wrapping his arms around you.

"At least it's gone now. And we got to spend more time together. Even if we bicker...a lot."

He nodded. "Now we have wait for it to dry again before we can unpack your bedroom stuff."

You sighed and buried your head in his shoulder, it felt like it had been a long day and you still weren't done yet.

"Shall we watch a movie while we wait?"

"You can. I want to edit this vlog so I can upload it to Tumblr."

You left the bedroom, shutting the door on it so the smell didn't seep into the rest of the apartment.

Jungkook grabbed his laptop from his backpack and took a seat on the sofa while you went to the TV stand and searched for something to watch. You heard his little giggles in the background as you picked out a DVD. It was the first Thor movie. Thor was your favourite Avenger but you would never admit that to Jungkook. You put it in the DVD player, grabbed the TV remote and fell on the sofa next to Jungkook. You stole a glance at his laptop screen while waiting for the main menu to load.

He had set his phone up prior to filming so it could capture both of you. Which is why his screen currently had you trying to fend of an entourage of kisses from him while he sneakily got more paint on you. More giggles filled the room as you laughed at the clip. The two of you looked ridiculous covered in red splotches of paint and darting past pieces of furniture as you tried to escape him.

"Tumblr will like this. It was a good idea."

"Thank you. I want K-ARMY to see too so I might upload a slightly different version to the fancafe and link it on twitter."

You pressed play on the remote and settled even more comfortably against Jungkook's side. It was rather difficult to stay focused on the film due to Jungkook jostling you as he giggled to himself, or the mouse clicking whenever he cut something or did other edits. You were pretty sure you caught him edit a clip to be a close-up of you from the corner of your eye. You just hoped he didn't do anything that would get him the title of pervert. It was fine for you to call him that when not on a public platform, because then it's just you teasing him and not risking his reputation.

"How long is the video gonna be?" You wondered. He had so much footage you were hoping it wouldn't be too long.

"I dunno. A minute, minute and a half maybe." He removed his beanie to run a hand through his hair. "I'm cutting out a lot of us kissing and keeping the funny stuff in."

"That's fair. You could make another one later if you want that could be a 'Kiss Montage'."

His eyes lit up at your suggestion. "I know the perfect song for that! But I'll finish this first."

You tilted your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

"You'll find out just how much you went over the 'ten kisses a day' quota."

He smirked. "There's nothing wrong with going over the quota."

You rolled your eyes with a smile and placed your head back against his bicep to watch the last half of the film so he could get back to work.

The two of you stood awkwardly in the doorway wondering what you should do first. Should you begin unpacking or should you move the furniture back? Wait. That was a stupid question. Uncrossing your arms you stepped into the room

"Kookie, could you help me move the bed back?"

He took one side of the bed frame and you had the other. On the count of three you pushed it forward, fighting against the thickness of the carpet. With one final shove from you, the feet went back into their original indentations.

Jungkook stood back, eyebrow raised at you.

"What?

"You're strong."

You blushed and stuttered out a "Th-Thank you," because you really didn't know how to respond. Was he complimenting you or making an observation?

"Muscle Kitten!" He said in a surprisingly gruff voice. "Muscle pig and muscle Kitten!"

You playfully punched his shoulder as you passed him to move your desk back into place. You stood in front of it and simply pushed it towards the wall. It was lighter than the bed so you didn't see a need to ask Jungkook for help.

"Can you put my bedside tables back? I'll start bringing my stuff in."

Jungkook saluted you. "Yes, Muscle Kitten."

"Stop~" You whined on the way out of the room.

He giggled and began shifting all the other furniture pieces back into position. You brought the boxes in two at a time and placed them on your bed out of the way. You decided to unpack your clothes last so that it wouldn't seem as weird when you'd ask Jungkook to leave the room. You didn't want him to see your undies. You also didn't want to explain why you still had clothes given to you by your ex.

The desk and shelving seemed like a good place to start. So you began unpacking your merch, setting the posters aside since you didn't want to put them up just in case the paint wasn't completely dry.

Jungkook whistled as you unpacked album after album, and DVD after DVD. But then it got to the fansite merch.

"Jagi, do you really need 3 calendars of me?"

You shrugged. "Probably not. They came with the photobooks."

You took one of the calendars and placed it on the desk beside the lamp. The other two went on a shelf.

"Woah~!" You turned around to see Jungkook flipping through a photobook. "There's so many pictures!"

"Be careful with that one. That's the very first one I got. It has pictures from your debut to the end of 2016."

His nose wrinkled almost in disgust and he placed the book back on the bed, choosing instead to admire a small acrylic stand.

"Why would anyone want pictures of me from debut? They're ugly. I was ugly."

"You were a cute baby back then. And I wasn't a fan since debut, so I feel like those pictures help me to see what it was like for you back then." You paused and let out a single chuckle, "If I had known about Bangtan back then, I probably wouldn't have dated my ex."

His head shot up. "Really?!"

You nodded, "You were my ideal type, even back then... even though I would've been in denial about it."

He smirked, but it soon fell and his lips puckered into a pout.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad I didn't know you then." You tilted your head in confusion and he continued, "I was really shy... If you'd come up to me at a fanmeet I would have probably embarrassed myself in front of you."

"I'm glad you didn't know me back then either. I was so cringey."

He laughed and you both fell into silence, working together to get everything put away. The sun was setting by the time it came to put away your clothes and you wondered what would be the best way to get him out of the room without raising suspicions. You could ask him to make you a cup of tea... or perhaps…

"Could you call Yoongi-oppa to tell him we're nearly done? Oh, and also check how Miri has been."

That should keep him occupied long enough.

He flashed you a smile and went into the living room. As soon as he turned his back, you hauled your suitcase onto the bed. You quickly shoved items onto hangers and put them away in your wardrobe. Items that you couldn't be bothered to waste time hanging were hastily folded and hidden away in a drawer. You could faff about with reorganizing tomorrow...if Jungkook didn't have plans with you.

You yanked open a drawn and stuffed your underwear into it, slamming it shut just in time for Jungkook to re-enter.

"All done!" You cheered.

His jaw dropped and he stepped forward to peer into the suitcase. It was completely empty despite the odd pair of shoes.

"That was quick."

You gathered the shoes and dumped them in the bottom of your wardrobe.

"How's Miri? Is Yoongi bringing her back?"

"She's fine. She should be nice and sleepy for you when she returns because hyung said she's been doing a lot of running around the studio."

You awed at the mental image. Though it swiftly disappeared when your phone vibrated. Another message from Chubs: 'Have you seen this?!'

It was followed by the video Jungkook had uploaded.

You sat on the edge of your bed and swiftly typed back, 'Not yet.'

"He said he'll bring over food too if you want."

"Sure."

Jungkook went to sit next to you when you stuck your foot out at the last minute and lightly kicked his backside.

"Ah, ah, ah! Your time in my room is over. Don't get comfortable."

He pouted, "But Kitten~"

"No buts. I'll join you in the living room in a little bit. I need to give Chubs some of my time now."

He huffed and shuffled out of your room.

With him gone you rolled onto your stomach and tapped out another message.

'Sorry I haven't spoken to you, Jungkook's been stealing my attention. I'll watch the video now!'

The video started with a close up of Jungkook, a finger pressed to his lips as if to tell the viewer to be quiet as he sneaked up behind you. On his other hand, one of his fingers had been dipped in the paint. Paint he swiped across your cheek shouting, "Kitten whiskers!"

You yelped and spun around, knocking his arm away making him stumble backwards.

"Kookie! You scared me!"

He doubled over in giggles as the video did a fancy transition into another clip.

Music was playing in the background as you were doing a little dance as you painted. Jungkook had left the room for a toilet break which is why you thought you were safe. Turns out you were wrong. You watched as Jungkook came back into frame, stopping short when he saw you dancing. His lips split into a smile and he sent the camera a wink before heading over to you.

Another fancy transition to him chasing you around your room as you vaulted over your desk to get away from him. "Nabi~ I just want a kiss~"

"KEEP THOSE PAINT COVERED HANDS AWAY FROM ME!"

You chuckled at your antics, a part of you thankful Jungkook had chosen to film you. He was right. They would be fun memories to look back on.

"COME GIVE KOOKOO A KISS!" Jungkook yelled, arms outstretched.

You stood on your bed above him with a grin.

"KooKoo can kiss my ass."

"Then get your ass here!"

You had playfully turned around so he could kiss it. But instead of a kiss you were met with a hard spank that had you yelping, face turning flush, as yet another red hand print was left on your sweats. You flushed at the sight of him grabbing you by the waist and lifting you off the bed. You had screamed and giggled, but suddenly fell silent when he crashed his lips against yours and effectively silencing you.

It cut to you mercilessly tickling the maknae shouting, "Revenge!" Amongst his pleas for you to stop. The video and the music began to fade out to black and you clicked out of it to go back to your messages.

Chubs had sent another one since, 'I have one thing to say: you look so happy together which as your friend makes me extremely happy for you.'

You smiled, 'Thank you~'

'I also have another thing to say:'

The message was followed by an image of the Finding Nemo 'He touched the butt' meme. You laughed out loud.

'HE SAID HE LIKES MY BOOTY!'

She sent back a gif of Jimin doing a sassy eyeroll. 'That much is obvious.'

She sent another message which was a screenshot from the video, just before he spanked you with the original red hand print visible.

'Kinky.'

Your face flushed red. 'DON'T SAY THAT!!'

'HE SPANKED YOU ON CAMERA! HE A KINKY LITTLE SHIT!'

'NO HE'S NOT! HE'S A PURE CHILD!’

Another screenshot came through of the same picture but cropped to just Jungkook's face.

'That smirk is anything but pure.'

He did seem all too satisfied with himself.

The sound of a knock at your apartment door startled you. It must be Yoongi with Miri and food. You sent Chubs another message saying you'd message her when Jungkook goes home so you could talk properly, then went into the living room. Yoongi was sat on a sofa chair with food while Jungkook was sat on the sofa with Miri on his lap. You joined him, cuddling up to his side as Miri shifted to rest her head against you.

"Geu got-eun meotjye boine, Y/N! (Place looks nice, Y/N!)" Yoongi said taking a glance around. "Byeok-e peinteu chil haess-eo? Animyeon seoro? (Did you paint the walls? Or each other?)"

“Duldayo. (Both.)" You broke into a yawn, exhaustion settling in now that you'd sat down.

A deep chuckle came from him, "Naneun tteonal geotigo, geuraeseo neoneun yakganui hyusik-eul chwihal su-isseo. Jungkook, neomu neuchgekkaji meomureuji mara. (I’ll leave so you can get some rest. Jungkook, don't stay too late.)"

Jungkook gave him a thumbs up. Yoongi placed the food on the coffee table and made his way to the door, happy enough to see himself out.

"Shall we watch another film?"

"I'd like that."

A/N: For those confused about why the new system hasn’t been used in this chapter, it’s because Yoongi isn’t in it for very long. For those who are confused about how the new system works, there’s an example >here<.

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James’ Girlfriend

The motherfucking paparazzi left after five days. Five days. Five days without being able to see James or talk to him because I couldn't speak or sing for the next two weeks. Do you know how boring it is to be sitting on your supermansion without being able to chat or see your potential boyfriend? Well, maybe I'm exaggerating, our humble house did had some things that kept us pretty entertained, but still- I'm in love and I can only think about James! We texted, but it wasn't the same; I needed to listen to his voice (and hearing his albums only made me more nostalgic).

That Friday was a really peaceful day though. Lila went with Davie to get his stitches off and Sass and I stayed home video chatting with My Chemical Romance and 30 Seconds to Mars, but of course, Sass was doing all the speaking.

"Hello?" Sass tried when the MCR guys appeared on the screen.

"Hey, what's up Sass? Hi there Michelle" they greeted, and I saluted them weakly.

"What is wrong with your friend?" Frank asked Sass.

"She rasped one of her vocal strings screaming"

"Ooh, that hurts. Happened to me once. Drink some hot lavender tea; it will help you heal faster. It hurts like a bitch at the beginning but after a few mugs you will feel better, I promise" Gerard advised me. I gave him the thumbs up and immediately went down to the kitchen to make some tea. Sass stayed in her room talking with the guys.

I took my phone out of my pocket only to see I had a new message. It was James.

"Hey love, how r u feelin? I rly dont want to do this, but I have bad news for u :/."

I sighed and typed. What could it be? "Feelin the same :S what is it?"

My phone buzzed. "Production just told us we'll be shootin the first half of season 3 this week. That means I will probably wont see u until the next week "

"Damn, that's a lot of work :S I'll be fine Jamesy; just bored, but we will see each other someday, right?"

"Yeah, I'll make it up to you ;)"

That sounds interesting. "Make it up to me? How? ;)"

"I can't tell you now because I still don't know, but you'll see ;) g2g now, love you Chelley"

"Bye, luv u too "

I sighed heavily. One more week? God, give me strength. At least James was going to probably take me on my first date with him after it is over.

I heard Sass calling me from upstairs then. "Chellita! 30 Seconds to Mars want to speak with you!"

I ran up the stair as fast as I could run with a cup of hot tea on my hand. Sure, I wasn't going to be able to talk, but I could at least see them. I got to Sass' room and Jared, Shannon and Tomo were already on the camera. I smiled at them and waved hi. Seeing them always cheers me up.

"I heard the baby screwed her throat" Jared started.

"Yeah, and in a very stupid way -.-" I typed on the type box. "Gerard prescribed me some tea."

"That works" Jared agreed.

"So, how are you guys?"

"We're perfectly fine, thank you. About to start touring the UK in a week" Tomo said.

"How about you?" Shannon interrupted, "How's your boyfriend?" he questioned. Of course he had to ask.

I rolled my eyes. "He is not my boyfriend :P"

"Oh really, because we saw you dance with him that night and it was a pretty good show you put on" Shannon smirked.

"You saw? :$"

"Yeah, and no friends do that!" Tomo cackled.

":$ :$ :$ :$ :$"

Jared looked at me apologetically. "Guys... Let's not bother her because then she won't want to tell us how pretty boy asked her out" and he winked.

I smiled at him for that. Afterwards they finally let go the topic of James and we conversed about other things until Lila and Davie came back from the hospital a couple of hours after.

That weekend went kind of slow. We had nothing to do and we were still stuck in our house even if the paparazzi had already left. Everyone on the house was doing their thing. We sometimes talked with Davie's cousin Natalie, but I still think she is weird. Lila has told me she definitely doesn't like her that much; she thinks that Natalie wants to steal Kendall from her or something like that, I don't know. All I know is I can't wait to hear how James is going to make it up to me.

Next week started with another boring Monday. I got ahead on some new sketches for my stage outfits and went to bed super early. Tuesday was okay, Davie and I baked an apple cheesecake from scratch and it turned out pretty good, we even made up a song as we cooked. I didn't sleep that night because I had already slept a lot the night before, so I never really woke up Wednesday, which was the laziest day of my life probably. I spent the whole day in my pajamas, eating cheesecake and drinking tea on the bed while watching the whole two seasons of Big Time Rush, plus Big Time Movie. I think I fell asleep around 6 am, only to be awakened by a text at 7 pm (and yes, I did overslept).

It was James. He had been too busy the past five days, so much that one day he didn't text me at all. I never texted him first that week (even though I was dying to do so), only because I didn't knew if I would be disturbing his work, and I really didn't wanted to seem like the needy type before we even dated.

I tiredly opened my phone and read. "How's it going Chelley? IMU loads! But guess what? I'm taking u out tomorrow to make up for torturing u haha... It's a very special date though; I'll give you a clue: I'll be wearing a tux. I trust u know what to do ;) Xoxo, JM"

Oh my heavens! James is going to take me on a fancy dinner with him tomorrow and I am so fucked because I slept way too much! I'll probably won't sleep today either and look horrible tomorrow! But wait, he invited me to a fancy dinner... That is so romantic! Oh no, I'm not good with romantic. I don't know what to do; I'm excited and terrified at the same time! This is my first formal date ever and I really love this guy with all of my heart, so I don't want to screw it up being sleepy or not romantic enough. I definitely need some help, or advice.

Just as I was sitting with my legs crossed on the middle of my bed, thoughts lost in panic, the door of my room opened.

"Knock knock Sleeping Beauty... You up?"

"Mhm... Davie? Come here please" I tried to speak up, but I barely whispered loudly. The sudden nerves plus the grogginess were affecting my voice, which was recovering thanks to the tea that Gerard advised me to drink. I could talk already, but I wasn't that improved to sing like I normally do when I'm healthy.

"I know it's like, nighttime, but...! I brought you some brekkie!" Davie sing-songed as he moved near the bed "... Are you okay?" he asked quietly as he placed the tray on my lap, probably because he saw my worried face.

I nodded. "Tell me that you love me, please"

"What? What is wrong with you? Are you catching some fever or something?"

I slapped Davie's inspecting hands off my face; I wasn't sick, just pissed at myself that I'm frozen nervous about a date with James. I've known him for almost seven months now; I shouldn't be reacting like this! "Just tell me!" I insisted, my voice breaking.

"Okay, but don't hurt yourself, God... and you probably already know this, but: I love you. There" Davie spoke dryly.

"Davie... Say it like you mean it"

His eyes were questioning, but he looked at me with a serious expression and murmured sweetly "I love you".

I blinked for two seconds and then I looked into his eyes "I love you too". After that I put my tray aside and cuddled on Davie.

"Oookaaay... That was weird-" I shushed him. Davie just patted my hair and wrapped his long arms around me.

I was trying to see how I would react just in case James told me that sort of thing tomorrow. Sure, Davie was a friend and I have no romantic feelings towards him, but I tried to visualize James. For some reason, being able to answer Davie made me calm, even though I knew it wasn't going to be the same if James did it.

I pushed Davie aside to eat my food- I was starving. He left with the plates after I finished my meal and thankfully he didn't question the reason why I had asked him to do that. He must've thought I was still half asleep or something. With that, I went back to bed because, surprisingly, I felt drained (of sleeping too much?) and in two hours or so, I fell asleep again.

My cell phone buzzed and lit up my dark room. I picked it up to see what time was it and almost gasped out loud. 1:00 pm? How come I'm sleeping so much? Am I turning into a bat? Well, I have no time to deal with that right now; I had to get ready for my date with James, which was in four hours or so.

I saw none of my bandmates on my way out of the house, so I guess they had all left with Sass to get her cast off. I grabbed my car keys and drove to the beauty salon. I got my legs waxed; my hair washed and blow dried, my face exfoliated, plus a manicure and a pedicure. After the salon I took off to my favorite dress boutique to find a perfect outfit for my date. An hour and a half of trying on over twenty dresses later, I found the perfect one. It was a sexy red with black lace, fitted on the top and loose from my hips down. The best part was I already had matching shoes home. Now I just had to get there because I had only less than an hour left to get ready. Note to self: get several assistants ASAP.

When I got home, I assumed the guys had arrived because Davie's car was parked on the garage, but I didn't saw them on the way up to my room; I don't care really, I am in a rush to get ready.

Thirty minutes later, I was ready just in time. I stared at myself on my huge closet mirror. I looked totally gorgeous! I really hope James likes it and doesn't think I exaggerated because I was feeling like I overdid myself a little. It was worth it though, because I sure looked striking.

A minute later, the doorbell rang and Lila screamed up to me (she must've opened). My stomach filled up with butterflies and I took a deep breath to calm myself up; with that, I went down the royal staircase only to see James standing there. He was wearing a tux just as he said he would, looking dashing and sexy with it, and was carrying a small bouquet of bright red roses on his hands.

James took a long breath as he assessed me with sparkling eyes "You are so- wow- stunning..."

"You too Jamesy" I smiled shyly at him and went over to hug him. He then kissed my cheek and gave me the bouquet, smiling brightly. God... He was too perfect, ugh!

My moment got interrupted by a slight cough. "Long time no see" Lila said, looking a little taken aback at James and I. I had forgotten I hadn't told anyone, and I didn't notice Lila standing there the whole time.

"Oh, yeah, hi... Sup?"

"What's up with me? What's up with you! You know what? Explain later because if Davie sees you guys likes this he'll probably freak out and we don't want anyone throwing punches again, right?" Lila chuckled as she looked at James. He put his hands up defensively.

"Okay, okay, bye Delilah" said James, and then he offered me his arm "Shall we go, my dear?"

"Of course" I answered as I put my arm over his. We walked to his car and James started the engine. He had been driving for five minutes when I started to really grasp what was happening "So..." I started "where are you taking me?"

"It's a secret, because I'm kidnapping you. No one will ever see you again... only me" James threatened with a playful naughty smile.

"That doesn't sound that bad actually; but seriously, where are we going?" I was curious. We were driving to the direction of the beach, and with the shoes I was wearing I don't think I'd be able to walk over sand.

"You'll see. Just relax... and listen to Big Time Rush" he turned on his car stereo and Boyfriend started playing. How convenient. "Common, join me" James said.

"I can't, as much as I want to, my throat is fucked, remember?" what a bummer.

"Damn, you're right. Guess I'll have to serenade you then" James started singing, his loud smooth voice filling the small space of the car. I was getting pretty comfortable, lulling myself with the sound of James' voice (was I seriously getting sleepy again?), when I heard the engine cut off. We had arrived to wherever James was going to keep me hostage.

I got out of the car and when I saw what was in front of me my mouth almost fell slack. Day had suddenly turned into afternoon, and in front of me I had a flaming pink and orange sunset, with tints of purple and deep blue higher up in the sky. James -still silent- took my hand and led me into a pier-looking structure, built probably a few meters into the sea. It was decorated with lots of white candles on the floor, and right at the center there was a table for two.

I sat down on the very fancy chair, facing James, but I could only see the beauty of the scene around us. "Whoa" I finally gasped.

"I know right? It's pretty breathtaking. But I'd rather look at you". I turned my head to look at James, snapping back into reality.

"Oh really? Why?" like I didn't knew...

"You know why; you look amazing"

"Thanks, you look really good as well" I smiled and sipped a little out of the wine that was served. How did James set this all up? I bet the other guys helped him or something because it looked a detailed, especially the candles; there were probably more than 200 candles.

"Lila looked surprised to see me when she opened the door" James spoke up.

"Oh, that. I kind of hadn't seen her or the rest of the guys in two days"

James' eyes widened a little "What? That's what happens when your house is that big!" he laughed.

"Other than the fact that I stayed in my room those two days" I explained.

"Why?"

"I don't know; Wednesday I watched BTR all day long, fell asleep and then woke up at seven PM next day!"

James snickered "Were you trying to be Sleeping Beauty?" I shrugged. "What about the food though? Did you just stay there in a hibernation state?"

"No, I had some tea and cheesecake the day before, and then the next day Davie cooked me some breakfast" I made air quotes around the last word and sipped from my cup again. I'm no wine drinker, but this one was pretty good.

James looked at me pensively "Davie cooks?"

"Really good" It was true. I don't know how but that boy was better than us three girls combined in the kitchen!

"Interesting" James responded, and drank half of his wine in two chugs. A random guy appeared out of nowhere then, with two trays of food. That's when I realized I was hungry; I hadn't eaten something since Davie came in my room yesterday night.

"Fancy much?" I asked James with a smirk. He smirked back.

"I told you it was going to be formal"

I ate a mouthful of the Alfredo sauced fettuccines before speaking again "James, do you dislike Davie?"

He stared at me through narrowed eyes, and for a moment I regretted bringing up the topic; I don't know why did I even asked him that. After a long pause he answered "Of course not Chelle; why would you ask that?"

"Because you kind of punched him."

"Well, he messed with my hair; you know that my hair is a sensitive spot for me!" I rolled my eyes and laughed. It was ridiculous because hair doesn't even have nervous terminations... "Also, I think I'm jealous of him"

Okay, what? "Jealous? How come? You do know he is the one that's jealous."

"Yeah, but if you think about it well, he spends most of his time with you. And the other girls, of course."

"You're right... But we will work it out somehow."

"We will" James brought his cup up and clanked it with mine. We ate and chat between bites, letting off the awkward topics such as Davie forgotten, cherishing the beautiful moment we had for us both alone, at the beach, having a great meal under the night sky.

James and I went to stand by the corner of the small pier after we finished eating, his head over my shoulder and arms around my waist. He quietly hummed Boyfriend, rocking softly as he shifted to the rhythm of his hums.

"We might as well dance" I suggested with a light smile, still looking at the numerous bright stars.

"You wouldn't think I forgot the music..." James moved over to another corner and held up a CD case. "Exclusive BTR acoustic performances" he winked. "And the first one" James closed the lid of the small stereo with a click, "is our song".

Boyfriend started playing for the second time that evening, only this time, it was acoustic.

"That's a really good version of that-"

"Shhh.." James pressed his finger softly against my lips. "Come here"

He pulled my arm and held me close to him. His hands were cold and I could practically feel his heartbeat. Must be nervous; the poor thing, but that made me feel better in some way; knowing that I wasn't the only one.

This time we danced without speaking a word (or kissing). James and I looked at each other boldly, saying more words with our eyes than we could say with our voices. I love him, I realized. Love him a lot. There was another part that was going so this is what it feels like..., but most of my brain and body was just overwhelmed with happiness, because even though he hadn't said anything, I knew he loved me too; it was written all over his eyes.

We were so caught up in our "dancing", that we didn't realize the CD had started repeating, and it had reached the third song.

I think we noticed at the same time.

"Are you gonna-" "Just let me go and-" we stared at each other and laughed as we tried to talk at the same time. "I'll go get that"

James took his hands off my hips and moved towards the direction of the CD player, only that he was still standing in front of me. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

He looked up at me with an anxious expression "I think I'm stuck".

I looked down and saw the front of his pants was stuck in the lace of my dress, in a pretty awkward way, if I'm allowed to say so. "Okay James, don't move, I'll get us untangled". I started to fumble with my dress and his jammed zipper, but it wouldn't give in, in fact, I was just making James more uncomfortable. He was starting to squirm and that made it even more difficult and even worse when his phone buzzed once. He tried to move to get to it, but lost his balance by pulling me in a little too rough.

"Shit!" James cussed as he hit the ground with the back of his head, me falling on top of him instantly, cus we were still glued together.

"Oh lord, are you okay? That sounded like it hurt!"

"Don't worry I'm... fine" He looked up at me, just inches away from his face. There was no space between us, my own chest rose and lowered to the rhythm of his breaths.

"... James-" I was at a loss for words. He was so gorgeous on the candle light; on any light.

James kept staring at me mesmerized, his facial features gentle and passionate; with just a whisper, he melted my heart. "Be my girlfriend Michelle... Please."

Sweet baby Jesus, is this happening? Oh god, where's my voice so I can tell him yes? Heck, I wasn't going to be able to speak, so I might as well demonstrate him that I want to be his girl. I grabbed James by the sides of his face and kissed him hard. Yes, yes, yes, yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend!

When I pulled off to see his reaction, James lay with his hair blown back from his face, expression shocked with his mouth hanging open in awe, looking like he was about to drool. I giggled at his face; his cheeks were even redder than before, he looked so adorable.

"Is that a yes?" James muttered, just an inch from my mouth. I nodded enthusiastically; he grinned brightly and without any warning, crashed my lips against his again.

So, there I was: lying on top of James on the floor making out with him. Wearing a new dress, which was stuck on his pant's zipper, and probably ruined? Yeah, I pretty much didn't care. Breathing was getting harder by the second too, but I wanted to kiss him forever. He held me tight, brushing my back with his hands now and so, and I knotted my fingers gently round his soft hair. It was heaven. I was making out romantically with the sweetest most handsome man ever, and he was mine.

I don't know how much time did we lay there, just kissing, but the sound of footsteps made us stop. I looked up to see it was the waiter that has brought us the food, removing the empty plates and wine cups. "I-I-I'm sorry; I'm just cleaning up" the guy muttered nervously, as James and I both stared from the floor. "Excuse me, Mr. Maslow" he uttered quietly and started to go.

"No, wait! Would you mind helping us? My zipper is stuck in her dress and we can't move apart without ruining it"

"S-sure sir" the guy moved quickly but awkwardly between us. Poor him. Poor James and I. It was embarrassing not knowing how to explain to ourselves how the hell did his zipper got stuck in my dress, but in a way, I thank that zipper.

At the end of the night, we saved my dress and James' zipper, and soon it was time to get home. I had been too stuck in spending a nice time with my new boyfriend, that I couldn't believe it when James' clock read midnight.

"Jamie, take me home please?"

"Aw, don't tell me you've still got curfews... another drink?" James offered, already pouring more champagne into my glass.

"No, thanks, I think I've had enough of those tonight. If I didn't know better I'd think you want to get me drunk" I laughed. "Just take me home, please, before Davie acknowledges my un-presence. The girls can't keep him distracted that long"

I could tell that bothered him "Fine... Whatever you want, love" James said gallantly. I loved it when he called me sweet things.

The ride home was short because there was no traffic, so we got home in no time. I opened the door and the lights were on, but there was no one in sight.

"Want to come in for a while?" I asked James with a smirk. He just looked at me with pursed lips and in a rush he picked me up and carried me. I giggled in surprise, but then panicked when he started to run up the stairs.

"James! Stop! We're gonna fall again!" I warned between laughs. He soon stopped and landed me carefully on my heels, taking my hands on his and kissing me again, only this time we weren't thrown on the floor, but standing at the top of the royal staircase. I was pressed tight against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. For some reason, I knew kissing James would be a problem, because once we started, it was hard to stop; it just got better by the minute.

"Stop!"

Ah, Davie! We stopped but James still had his arm wrapped around my shoulder. Lila and Sass were standing behind Davie, who was practically blowing sparks from his hair. Damn.

"Davie... chill and-"

"Yeah, I'm her boyfriend now!" James said cockily.

"James!" Lila, Sass and I yelled at him in dread.

Almost simultaneously, Davie did a double take. "What?"

I stared at James with crossed arms. He shrugged and offered a lame "oops?"

"Run." I told him, Davie was already going up the stairs two at a time and I didn't want a beaten-up boyfriend. Sass and Lila ran behind him, probably to stop him; he tends to exaggerate a lot.

James and I got to the second floor; we were running across the hall, searching for a place to hide. I looked ahead and found it: my room. I was the only one that had the access to that place.

"Here!" I pulled James inside and locked the door. Phew, finally safe.

"Damn, he sure looked pissed" James breathed. We were standing against the door, as if we could hold it up in case Davie tried to break through it.

"Yeah... You shouldn't have said you are my boyfriend."

"Then when were you planning on telling him?"

"I don't know; when it got more obvious?" I shrugged

James rolled his eyes. "It couldn't have been more obvious, don't you think?"

I pursed my lips. "You're right. We screwed it." James laughed softly, moving to face me. He placed both his hands against the door, keeping me trapped between his arms.

"I believe we were not done yet..." James whispered in my ear. He started pecking my jaw lightly, traveling to my cheeks and finally to my lips. I stood paralyzed, surprised at how different this kiss was from the others. It was deeper; I could taste the champagne we had drank on his mouth. I leaned back on the door, and James moved closer to me, his hands still trapping me. They were so amazing, his lips. I know nothing about kisses because James is the only guy I've ever kissed (believe it or not), but he sure was really good at it, it made you want to keep going forever, and believe me, I would've stayed there if the door hadn't opened.

"Ouch!" Together, we fell to the floor again, only this time James fell on top of me, and damn, he is pretty heavy! Also, I think I was bleeding.

I have no idea how the door opened, but there was a furious Davie and a very amused Lila staring down at us. "Get. Off. Her. NOW." Davie growled.

James carefully lifted himself, taking me up with him. He turned to apologize but gasped when he saw my face. "Oh my goodness, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Huh...?" I had no idea. The kiss left me a little dumb.

"Mate" Lila snickered, "your lip is bleeding!".

"BLEEDING?" God, I hate blood!

James looked at me with concerned eyes, regret all over his face. "I'm so sorry baby, I shouldn't have-"

"I know! I know James! Don't worry, I think I'll be fine" I tried to calm him down by acting relaxed, but truth is I feared I might puke anytime soon.

"You!" Davie pointed at me. I rolled my eyes. "Come with me if you don't want me to kill your boyfriend" he sneered. I sighed and moved over to Davie, but to my surprise, the lace of my dress was ripped off because part of it was stuck on James' zipper. Again.

Lila started laughing like crazy when she saw that and Davie's face grew redder. James was blushing just like me, trying to un-stuck the dress. Thankfully, it was easier to unlatch this time. I hurried and grabbed Davie from his shirt so that he couldn't kill James.

"Guess I have to go now" James spoke.

"Yes!" Davie yelled, but we ignored that.

"Tonight was amazing. See you some other time?" I tried to smile without getting blood in mouth.

James took my hand and kissed it "Yes. Goodbye love". He said goodbye to Lila and Davie (tried to, at least) and then left, still looking guilty for my split lip.

After I cleaned up my wound, I couldn't really care less about it, or even about my ripped up dress. James was my boyfriend. Mine! Just in my wild fangirl dreams I dreamt about it and now it was my reality. I must be the luckiest girl on the planet, I thought. I was member of the rock band of the moment, doing what I love to do the most which is singing, with Davie, Sass and Lila, whom I love. I met my idols and my celebrity crush, who turned out to have a crush on me too, and now he is my precious boyfriend.

I spent over one hour talking with Sass and Lila that night, telling them how imperfectly romantic James had asked me out. Finally I slumped over my bed and prepared myself to sleep, when my phone buzzed.

"I forgot to tell you something: I love you. I'm so glad you're my girlfriend, beautiful; JM"

I smiled to myself and texted him back. "I'm really glad too. I love you, my boyfriend; Chelle"

#my stories #name: Boyfriend #c3: James’ Girlfriend

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An Evening Walk - Chapter 12

Thursday morning found Rae and Finn on opposite spectrums.

Finn took advantage of his already being at work. Using the studio’s shower and donning the spare set of clothes he kept around for the odd all-nighter, he was fresh and calm. His old Oasis shirt and dark blue checked button-down were comfortable with his faded jeans. He sipped his tea as Rae ran around making certain she left nothing behind she might need later. “Can I help, Rae? Can you sit for a cuppa with me?” Finn set his mug down and wrapped an arm around Rae’s back. Kissing his cheek quickly, Rae mumbled, “Yeah, I think I can manage that.” Finn smiled. “Then sit yourself down and let’s have a proper morning before you rush off.” Rae sighed. Being with Finn could be so stimulating. This particular morning though Rae was soothed by his serenity. He was the rock to steady her on what could prove to be quite a manic day. Finn made them both some toast as Rae tried to smooth the wrinkles in her clothes. She was just planning to catch a taxi home but she didn’t need to look a fright on the journey. They sipped and chewed in silence. Both were tired but content. Admiring glances flew between the two as they finished their breakfast.

Finn waited outside with Rae for her taxi after she refused to let him give her a ride home. Tucking her into the car, Finn kissed her soundly and tapped the roof of the vehicle once her door was closed. He stood and waved as the taxi pulled out to the main street.

Upon returning to her flat, Rae scurried around sorting her clothes for Saturday’s trip to Stamford. After throwing a load in her washing machine she stood before her wardrobe with her hands on her hips. Rae was hoping to choose a work ensemble and set aside another to go from work to dinner with Finn, Archie and James for the following night. Finally settling on her favorite black dress for Friday, Rae hung it on the open wardrobe door. Taking her other selection for her current work day with her to the bathroom, Rae bathed and got ready. As Rae was stepping out of the shower Ace of Base’s All That She Wants echoed down the hall. Scurrying to grab her phone as she wrapped a towel around herself, Rae took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. She rolled her eyes as she considered her decision to pick the most annoying song she could remember for her mum’s ringtone. Rae chuckled. It certainly inspired her to rush to answer Linda’s calls. “Hiya, Mum. I was just going to-” Naturally, Rae was cut off. “Well, Rae, the weekend is quickly approachin’ and I have yet to hear when we can expect ya.” Her mum’s voice was even more clipped than usual. Breathing out through her nose, Rae pinched its bridge and calmly said, “I know, Mum. I will be leaving on the early train Saturday. Finn and I will be there around noon, OK?” Linda giggled. “Ah, Rae, I told ya. I knew that man of yours would want to come along.” Nodding to no one, Rae added, “Indeed, Mum, you were right. I’ll ring you if anything changes, yeah?” Rae cringed at her mum’s sigh of pleasure. “Of course, love. We’ll see you both on Saturday. Love you, Chicken.” Rae grinned despite herself. “I love ya too, Mum. Bye.” She tapped her phone off and tossed it into her open handbag sitting by her front door. With a flip of her wet hair, Rae returned to the bath to continue getting dressed.

The day passed in a blur. Rae and Finn exchanged quick texts as Finn was busy in another epic recording and editing session.

Finn - How’s my girl? She blushed as she typed her response. Rae - Good. Missing you. I hope the session’s going well. Finn - This band is brilliant! You’d love them. Can’t wait to play the tracks for you. And I miss you more. Seeing you this morning certainly helped. ;o)

Rae was typing her response as Finn’s next message came through.

Finn - They’re ready for another go. I better crack on. Have a lovely day, gorgeous. I’ll be thinking of you. XXX

Her idiotic grin held all the way to the tube as Rae walked to the station.

“And that’s all for me here at No Crap FM. I’m Rae Earl and I’ll be rockin’ with you again tomorrow.” Rae stilled and stared at the Now Recording sign. The light went off and Rae exhaled. Chop burst through the door rubbing his hands. “Massive, massive show, Rae. That were a right bear with all those callers tonight.” Massaging her forehead and fanning herself, Rae said, “Agreed. And what’s going on with the air in here? It’s hotter than a snake’s arse.” Chop dabbed at his forehead and said, “Yeah, I sent a message down to maintenance. We’ll see to it before tomorrow’s show.” A wicked grin appeared on Chop’s face. He waggled a finger and said, “You know all those callers means you’ve got a following, Rae. The public is loving you and your tunes.” Rae pulled on her blouse to help some air get in. With a sincere but tired smile, she said, “That’s great news, Chop. I’m chuffed to know it.” She leaned toward him and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe the station heads will give ya a raise for such splendid leadership.” Chop waved his hand dismissively. “Bollocks to that! You’re the one who deserves a raise.” Resting his hands on the table he added, “I sure hope you’re getting what you’re worth, Raemundo.” Rae chuckled at the nickname and stood up. “Alright, my dear, I’m knackered. I’ll see ya tomorrow, yeah?” Chop lifted his hand and did a tiny wave. “Toodle-loo, m’dear. Have a grand night.” Rae waved from the door and laughed as she said, “You do the same. ‘Night, Chop.” The door closed and Rae went to her work desk to grab her things. She was still too warm from the overheated studio to put on her coat. Tucking it in the crook of her arm, Rae grabbed her shoulder bag and walked to the lifts.

As the main doors of the building closed behind her, Rae took a deep breath and stood in the cool air. Her sticky clothes were starting to dry and a wave of exhaustion came over her.

She was clearing the street toward the tube station as her phone vibrated. Rae had a feeling she knew who it was. Hitting the answer button Rae said, “Hello you.” “Hello yourself.” Finn snickered. “How’d the session go, then?” Rae pulled her hair around her neck to get some of the cool air. Finn coughed. “Em, it’s still going on actually. I think it’s going to be another all-nighter.” Rae yawned, “I’m sorry, Finn. I hope it goes well.” Finn sighed. “I’m just disappointed I can’t ask you round. I’ve got the lot from the band’s production team. It’s going to be a full house here at the studio.” Rae was touched by his thoughtfulness. “It’s all for the best, Finn.” Trying to hold back another yawn, Rae said, “I’m shattered after the show tonight. I’ll just go home and crash.” “Please look after yourself, girl. I wish I could be there to tuck you in.” Finn’s tone was fatigued but still flirty. “I’ll say the same. Please get some rest, Finn.” “I will. I just had a thought, Rae.” “What’s that?” “This is the first night we’ve spent apart since we met.” Rae held the phone tighter and longed to crawl through to the other end and hold Finn close. “Aw, Finn.” She heard him exhale. “I’ve gotten used to falling asleep with you and waking up to you, girl.” Rae’s cheeks hurt from smiling. “As have I, Finn,” she whispered. “Well, this will make tomorrow night and this weekend sweeter. I will well and truly miss you, Rae.” “Me too,” she pouted. “Until tomorrow, girl. Get some rest, Rae.” “You too. Goodnight, Finn.” Both rang off and Rae continued to the tube.

Making it back to hers, Rae dropped her bag on the floor and went straight to her bedroom. After grabbing her nightie, she thought a quick shower would help her wind down. Freshly clean and dressed for sleep, Rae pulled back her duvet. Fluffing her pillows, she curled up on the side of the bed. Rae usually slept dead center. She turned on her side and looked at the open space. She’d become accustomed to making room for Finn. Reaching for another pillow, Rae hugged it to herself and closed her eyes. The faint smell of Finn’s shampoo filled her nostrils as she drifted off to sleep.

Rae awoke to knocking at her door and She Is Love playing from her phone on its charger down the hall. Glancing at the clock Rae saw it was gone ten. She hadn’t slept so long in ages. Rolling out of bed, she stumbled barefoot down the hall to find out who was knocking and answer her phone. Phone in hand, Rae was about to answer the call when she glanced through the peephole and smiled as she opened the door. Finn was there. Hands full with a cardboard carrier containing lidded paper cups, a bag and his phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. Rae grinned at him as she reached to take his phone.

“I brought brekkie! Tea and buns…em…” The words faded on his tongue as he took in Rae’s appearance. His eyes crept along the length of her bare legs to the short hemline of her emerald green night dress. His gaze became more lusty as he reached her hips, chest and neck. Her raven locks hung in loose waves. He observed one of the thin straps had fallen off her shoulder. Finn entered, set the tea and buns on the entryway table, his eyes never leaving Rae’s as he plucked his phone from her grip and set it down. Reaching out a hand, Finn dragged the loose strap back into place, letting his fingers trace over Rae’s creamy skin. He let out a longing breath as he saw the goosebumps rise along Rae’s décolletage.

Stepping so close their chests touched, Finn groaned out, “I missed ya, girl.” He brushed his knuckles over Rae’s cheek. His fingers opened in her hair and drew her lips closer.

Rae’s hands came to rest on the sides of Finn’s broad chest. She hummed as he kissed her. Brushing her lips over his, she whispered, “I missed ya, too.” Smiling against her lips, Finn rubbed his nose against Rae’s and matched her volume as he said, “Show me how much.” Their lips locked. They moved as one down the hall to Rae’s bedroom.

To Be Continued...

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#an evening walk chapter 12 #mmfd

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