#ngl i daydream about burying my face in his shoulder | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

Text

The Pact - Date #6

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 5.7k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: reader is confused about feelings, so that’s frustrating lol. the boys are annoyingly perfect as per usual. other than that, fluffy as always.

a/n: HAHA. well, ngl, this date came for me. pls nobody kill me after reading this lol. as always, your feedback is encouraged and GREATLY appreciated. please let me know your thoughts! also, we are getting down to it! only one more date to go!! so exciting!

also, an official copy of the Pact will be up on Wednesday! so you’ll get two updates next week!! enjoy!

Date #6

series masterlist ∆∆∆ join the taglist

You’ve been staring at this thing for way too long.

You can already feel the hint of a headache creeping behind your eyes, and it’s enough to have you setting the copy of The Pact that you stole from Jin down on the coffee table. Groaning as you clamber to your feet, you take a long moment to stretch and fight off the exhaustion that’s attempting to settle over you.

Tired mind somehow managing to continue limping on in its endless speculation, you yourself limp over to the kitchen. Staring at the kitchen sink with a few dirty dishes waiting, you consider splashing some water on your face.

Glancing up at your reflection in the window that’s just above the sink, you decide against it. Not when you’ve just managed to get completely ready for this date.

Your date should be here in about an hour, leaving you with too much time to sit and think. With a sigh, you begin to fill up one side of the sink with hot soapy water, deciding to do something productive with your time while you wait.

The soap bubbles that grow before your eyes has your mind wandering off again. This time, it’s remembering last week and a similar soapy view. However, you’d been side by side with Seokjin. And that song had been playing in the background…

“What are you daydreaming about?”

You shriek, dropping a plate in the sink and facing the onslaught of sloshing dishwater and stray soap bubbles.

Jeon Jungkook resembles a caught crook outside the kitchen window. You consider breaking a plate over his head, especially as his typical wide eyed gaze has been replaced with a knowing smirk.

“Just thinking about throwing something at your head,” you sigh. Pulling the plug on the drain, you watch as the soapy water disappears. Hopefully it takes any evidence of your thoughts with it, but you have a feeling that your reddened cheeks have already given you away. “Why are you creeping outside my window?”

Jungkook’s golden laughter makes the corners of your mouth turn up. “Ah, I tried to knock. I don’t think you heard me, though.”

You blink. “Oh.” Has it already been an hour?

Did you just spend an hour washing the same plate while daydreaming?

“Oh is right. Now, are you gonna let me in?”

Wiping your hands on a dish towel, it’s one with stitched stars on it that Yoongi gifted you a couple of years ago, you hurry over to open the door. The second you do, Jungkook is stepping inside and locking you in a bear hug. Your squeal is muffled as you’re buried in his embrace, but you can’t quite find it in yourself to complain.

He smells like vanilla.

“Happy Saturday,” you stammer out. From where your head is pressed up against Jungkook’s chest, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his ribs.

Taking a step back to see what’s wrong, you frown as he looks at you with a fairly calm expression. There’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes which you’re sure is mirrored in your own.

“Happy Saturday to you, too. Ready?”

No, not really. Not since you’ve been planted at the sink, little beads of sweat forming due to the steaming water.

“Give me five minutes to freshen up?” You ask with an apologetic smile. Jungkook waves you off, pulling up the sleeves of his black, long-sleeve shirt and heading toward the kitchen.

“Sure, take your time. We don’t have a strict schedule tonight.”

Without waiting to see what he intends to do in your kitchen (pilfer snacks being the most likely course of action), you hurry to your bedroom.

There are hints of them everywhere you look.

One of the flowers from Jin’s bouquet is hanging upside down to dry above your dresser. You felt a bit like a teen doing that, but a small piece of you wanted to keep some sort of memory of last week’s date.

Jimin’s music box sits beside the books you bought with Namjoon. You’ve found that listening to the music box while reading is quickly becoming a habit of yours.

Of course, that means you snack on the walnuts that Taehyung left for you while reading. You hadn’t even realized that he left them until this past week. They’d been hiding in your cupboard, and you’d taken quite a liking to them. Either that, or the small sticky note that was attached to the bag.

A single heart traced in bold lines and scribbles.

Slipping on Hobi’s bracelet has become like second nature, making you smile as you twist it around the face the right way.

“Ok,” you breathe out with a glance toward the mirror. You smooth out your hair, straightening your blouse and black jeans. “Here we go.”

Of course, you can’t forget the biggest reminder of the boys.

The copy of the pact that you stole from Jin last week, currently atop your dresser-

“Oh no,” you breathe out as soon as you remember that the pact is not where it’s supposed to be.

You’d taken it out earlier for some light perusing, and had left it out on the coffee table. As far as you knew, none of the boys were aware of your thievery. Yet.

Sneaking out of your room and tiptoeing down the hall, you hear Jungkook humming to himself in the kitchen. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, you make a beeline for the front room.

You let out a sigh of relief when the pact is still undisturbed on the table. Swooping down to grab it, you turn on your heel and-

“AH!!!”

“Ah!” Jungkook yells back, towering over you.

“Why would you-” you hit one shoulder “sneak up-” you assault the other “on me like that?!”

Jungkook grabs your wrist, nose scrunching up as he looks at you like you’re some sweet woodland animal and not a crazy woman.

“Why so jumpy today?” He croons, doing his best to get under your skin. Then he frowns, releasing your wrist in exchange for stepping a little closer. “Is everything ok?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, gripping the pact in your free hand behind your back. “I just have to put something away and then we’re good to go, ok?”

He assesses you for another minute before stepping aside. “Sounds good.”

Rushing to your room and closing the door, you rest against it for a moment and close your eyes. So far, so good. Right?

Stuffing the pact into a drawer in your dresser, you grab your things and double check yourself in the mirror.

Why are you so jumpy today?

Perhaps the fact that all of this is coming to an end very soon is what has you on edge. The fact that Jungkook is here means that there’s only one date left.

And then what?

It’s a question you don’t know how to answer. And yet, you’re the only one that can.

Taking a steadying breath, you salute your reflection and head out.

Jungkook waits for you by the door, looking…well, looking like Jungkook. Black shirt, drawstring army green pants, thick boots. His hair looks a little windblown, which you know has become a recent sort of addiction for him. The thought of him driving with the windows down makes you grin. No doubt he looked like some sort of excited puppy with his hair flying in the wind.

Jungkook, unaware of you train of thought, just grins back.

“You look great,” he mumbles out, a tinge of pink giving him away. For all of your antics that you have a tendency to get into, you sometimes forget that Jungkook is one of the shyest out of all the boys.

“So do you,” you respond. Turning before you can spot the smile on his face, Jungkook opens up the door and escorts you outside. “What’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“Well, that depends,” Jungkook skips down the steps, shoving his hands in his pockets. He reaches the car before you, pulling the passenger side door open. “What do you wanna do?”

You pause before sliding into the car, noting that it’s the same one you took with Namjoon. It’s an SUV, much more spacious than the smaller cars you drove in with Hobi or Tae. “What do you mean?”

Shrugging, Jungkook heads over to the other side of the car before hopping in. You finally get in as well, looking at the boy quizzically. He fiddles with the keys, glancing over at you before resting his hands atop the steering wheel.

“This is your sixth date,” he muses. “I figured that this might be nice, for a change. You say the word, and I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. We have…” he squint at the clock, which reads seven o’clock. “Approximately five hours.”

“Huh.” You lean back against your seat, staring out at the road with a dumbfounded expression. “Really? Did you just not plan anything?”

Jungkook looks offended. “Of course I did! I have a backup plan if you can’t come up with anything. I don’t know…I just thought it might be nice. Let’s go do whatever you want.”

The gears in your mind begin to turn and you’re half tempted to just go with whatever Jungkook has as his backup plan, until you remember something.

“You mean it?” You ask, wiggling your brows at Jungkook. “Whatever I want?”

Jungkook stares in disbelief at the rundown building, a smile fighting its way onto his cheeks. “This? This is what you wanted?”

He must have thought that you’d choose something a bit more daring than this. However, you nod happily, slipping out of your seat and wandering over to his side of the car. He still remains inside, looking at the building with absolute confusion. With a sly grin, you open up his door and gesture for him to exit.

“C’mon, let’s eat.”

Together you make your way inside the open air restaurant, taking in the sight and smells. You wave at the worker behind the front counter, who grins and waves back at you.

Taking a seat in the far corner at a plastic chair and table, you can’t help but laugh at the awestruck expression on Jungkook’s face. The lighting inside is poor, it doesn’t quite reach your corner of the room. However, just enough of it reaches Jungkook to highlight the shadows on his face and occasionally catch on his eyes.

“This place has the best lamb skewers,” you explain. “I haven’t come out in a long time.”

Jungkook’s expression melts into one of adoration as he looks at you, and you wonder if he realizes it. “I love lamb skewers.”

“I know.”

When you’re ready, you call out your order to a passing worker. They nod, rushing to the back to pass it on. A few people are scattered throughout the restaurant, most of which are too enraptured by their food or their friends to pay any attention to you two. Jungkook blends right in, except for his giant boots that set him apart. Hopefully nobody will pay them any mind.

Settled across the table from Jungkook, you let out a sigh of relief.

“What?” Jungkook immediately asks, ever the intuitive one. “Are you sure everything’s alright? Maybe I should’ve come up with something fun to do instead of make you choose-”

You hold up a hand, waving him off. “No, I’m happy. This is…nice.”

Jungkook blinks, and suddenly you’re reminded of a date you went on in middle school. He somehow manages to revive those same butterflies when he looks at you like that.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you reassure. “Although I am a little surprised that you aren’t the final date. Didn’t you decide the order?”

“Ah,” Jungkook leans back, forgetting that he’s sitting on a stool. He nearly topples over, making you lurch forward and grab his hand. “Uh, thank you,” he mutters as he sits up straight.

“Careful,” you quietly chide, going to sit back down. You attempt to take your hand out of his grasp, but Jungkook latches on. Intertwining his fingers through yours, he gives you a soft smile which has you relaxing in his grasp.

Resting your hands in the center of the table, Jungkook speaks up again. “Anyways, yeah. The order. I was planning on going last, but then the thing that Yoongi has planned didn’t work out for any other weekend. So we swapped.” He takes up tracing the outline of your knuckles, resting his chin in the palm of his free hand.

“I see.” The way that the shadows are playing with Jungkook’s features has you remembering a different time when you two were stuck a in dark room. “So…uh…” you try to come up with something else to say in order to fight off the memory of Jungkook’s arms around you.

You suppose that’s when it all started. And that’s traitorous question which had popped up into your mind in the haunted house, when you wondered if Jungkook was about to kiss you.

And you wondered if you’d let him.

Sitting across from him now and seeing how his eyes widen with excitement as your food is placed before you, you try and fail to fight off a similar question. One that’s been plaguing you for weeks now.

“These’re ‘mazing,” Jungkook coos as he takes another bite of the lamb skewer. “Why haven’t you told me about this place before?”

Chuckling at his reaction, you grab his wrist and angle the skewer toward you. Leaning forward, you take a bite of the food and watch as Jungkook visibly swallows.

You shrug. “It didn’t seem like something worth sharing at the time.”

“Mmm,” Jungkook appears to be scolding you, but the words aren’t quite coming out as food keeps going in. “Mm-mmhmm.”

You burst out laughing at his impressive performance, leaning back and-

Thwack!

Stool slipping out from under you, you collapse onto the ground in a fit of laughter. Jungkook throws his food down, jumping up to his feet and looking concerned until he sees that you’re still laughing. Shaking his head, he extends his hand and helps you back to your feet.

“It’s gonna be a miracle if we make it out of this place without a concussion.”

You wipe fake tears from your eyes, settling back down on your chair. “Promise me you’ll pay for my hospital bills?”

“I’ll consider it.”

When you gasp in offense, he points to the food. “Hey! It’s not my fault that you were keeping vital information from me! That really threw a wrench in my trust for you!”

“This is what you consider vital information?”

“Hey, don’t judge me.”

“I’m just saying…it’s a little concerning.”

“Don’t we tell each other everything?” Jungkook shoots back with pleading eyes. To an outsider, it looks like a typical lover’s quarrel. Little do they know, you’re bickering about lamb skewers.

You shoot him a pointed look. “Oh-ho, you really wanna talk about sharing everything? Need I mention a certain pact-”

“No, you do not.”

“Hmph.” You cross your arms. “That’s what I thought.”

“In my defense, I did tell you. Eventually.” From the way he begins chewing on his lips you can tell that he’s remembering the circumstances in which he told you about the pact.

However, it’s the way his eyes dart down to your mouth that have you recalling a feeling of unfinished business with Jungkook. You’re not quite sure what it is, but it’s there.

“After two years.”

He points a finger at you. “Hey, two and a half- oh, wait.”

“That didn’t help.”

“No yeah, I see that now.”

You snort, grabbing some food. It’s all too easy to slip back into your familiar banter with Jungkook. You’ve missed it.

Jungkook looks a little lost in his thoughts as he munches on his lamb skewer, a pout forming on his face. You nudge his knee under the table, shooting him a questioning look.

“What’s up?” You ask quietly.

He resumes chewing on the inside of his cheek, staring down at his food like he’s about to interrogate it. “Do you regret it?”

You’re not exactly sure what he’s referring to, but either way it leaves a knot in your stomach. “Regret what, Guk?”

Jungkook shrugs, his pout only growing. “Finding out about it? Agreeing to all this?”

Setting your food down, you ponder for a moment over the past six weeks. Perhaps a small part of you does regret knowing. However, it’s more for the fact that you know things can’t return to normal. Not after all you’ve experienced. Not after the way certain people have managed to lodge themselves into your heart more than you’d care to imagine.

“This,” you begin, and without thought you find yourself reaching across the table for Jungkook’s hand. He reads your thoughts, meeting you halfway. “Is the most terrifying thing I think I’ve ever done. It’s weird, and new, and frightening.”

Jungkook nods, seeming to have expected this. Before he can come to some silent understanding within his mind, you continue on.

“But I wouldn’t change it for the world. These last six weeks have been…” you shake your head, struggling to find the words.

How do you put this into words? Those small moments between breaths, the way you felt from the way some of the boys looked at you. How do you explain that you have never before felt so loved in your life? That despite the worries and improbability of it all, you would never change it for the world?

“…perfect.”

Blinking up at you, Jungkook looks a little shocked. “Perfect?”

“I’m glad you told me,” you admit, voice coming out a nothing more than a whisper. “I hope you don’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes trail down to where your hands are interlocked. “I’m glad I told you, too.”

You feel so warm, sitting here. The food is half gone, the restaurant is loud and busy. Jungkook keeps one hand in yours as he takes up his skewer again, making sure to give you a bite every once in a while.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice the rain that begins to fall. It drizzles at first, however when a clash of lightning strikes, you jolt. Jungkook squeezes your hand.

“Eat up,” he mumbles. “What do you wanna do after this?”

The rainfall seems to quell your thoughts, finally silencing them as you focus entirely on Jungkook. “I’m not sure…how about you choose? I already chose the food.”

Jungkook harrumphs his agreement, jumping up to go pay while you finish off the remaining food. It’s utterly delicious, even more so than you remember. Truly, your love of food knows no bounds.

You snort at yourself, probably looking like an idiot but enjoying your own company. Jungkook wanders back over, a half-smile already on his face at your state.

“What’s so funny?”

You shake your head, pointing to the platters of food. “I swear, I’m just using you guys so I can eat whatever I want. It’s amazing.”

Jungkook lets out a startled laugh. “I can’t believe you. Using us like that.” There’s no bite in his words, which only makes it all so much better. “C’mon, we’ll have to hurry to the car. It’s pouring out there.”

Indeed it is. Together the two of you sprint toward the car, cursing the fact that you didn’t have to foresight to at least bring a jacket. Instead you fend off the rain by throwing your hands over your head, heart melting a bit when you feel Jungkook trying his best to lean over you to take the brunt of the attack.

Once you’ve leapt inside the car it’s only a matter of seconds before Jungkook is on the other side. He shakes out his hair as he starts up the car, making you shout in protest.

Naturally, he does it a bit more.

“Yah!” You shout. “I surrender!”

This seems to sate him, making him smile at you mischievously. “Good.” Pulling out onto the road, he takes off toward an unknown destination. “Sit tight, we’ll be there in a bit.”

It doesn’t take long to get there. It’s a little difficult to tell where you are exactly due to the heavy rain, but you can just make out a pond and grove of trees beyond the downpour.

“Stay right here,” Jungkook instructs before diving out of the car.

Like, literally dives. You’re fairly certain he goes headfirst, making you burst out into peals of laughter. He reappears a second later, already drenched while he begins to lay the seats down. You’re dying to ask what he’s doing, but you’re not sure if he would be able to hear you as heavy raindrops thud against the roof.

Once he’s managed to get all of the seats down, he makes his way to the trunk. He glances up to where you watch from the front seat, a look of determination shining in his eyes.

“Close your eyes,” he orders. It’s hard to hear him, but it’s easy enough to read his lips. They’re glistening with raindrops, which he hasn’t bothered to lick off yet-

Er, it’s not like you were staring. Nah. No. Nothing like that. Just happened to notice them.

Yeah. That’s what it was.

Despite your curiosity, you turn around to face the front and close your eyes. It’s hard to tell what’s going on behind you, but you occasionally catch the sound of Jungkook crawling around.

It feels like an eternity later when Jungkook opens up your door, making you jump at the sudden onslaught of rain. He grins at you from behind his soaked hair, extending his hand.

“Hurry!”

Jumping out of the car, you chase after Jungkook who keeps a firm grip on your hand. He leads you around to the back of the car, where he hurries to open up the trunk.

You hardly have time to take in the sight the unfolds before your eyes before Jungkook wrapping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into the car. You push your hair out of your eyes, about to crawl forward when a hand on your ankle stops you.

“Shoes!” Jungkook shouts, apparently past the point of speaking in full sentences. Turning around to sit down properly, you get to work on one of your sneakers while Jungkook takes the other. Once they’re off, you crawl up to the front to toss them onto the floor.

Once they’re safely stowed away, you turn around and take a look at the back of the car.

Somehow, in the span of just a couple of minutes, Jungkook has transformed the back of the car into an impromptu paradise.

As he clambers in and brushes past you to toss his shoes up front, you gape. A couple of pillows are propped up on the edges of the car, looking like clouds amidst the sea of the comforter. The blanket itself is soft to the touch, and you spot another blanket folded in the corner. Hanging from the latches on the ceiling are battery powered string lights, dowsing you in a fairy-like dreamland.

The hatch remains open, providing a breathtaking view. Sure enough, there’s a pond. Just beyond the bond stands a grove of tall trees, hardly wavering in the rain. The entire view is nothing short of ethereal. It’s enough to leave you wondering for a moment if you’ve unintentionally wandered into some strange remake of A Midsummer Night’s Dream because you’ve become that there’s no way magic doesn’t exist.

And there’s Jungkook, sitting across from you with a timid smile while he delves into one of his many pockets in his cargo pants. A second later he produces a deck of cards, tossing them between you where they land softly on the thick comforter.

“This,” he says a touch breathlessly, “was my backup plan.”

There are no words left in your brain to describe this moment. The way water droplets drip from the long strands of Jungkook’s hair has you mesmerized, and you force yourself to reach out for that deck of cards and slide them from the box.

“This,” you stammer out, “is the best backup plan ever.”

Jungkook is radiant as his smile grows, nose scrunching up and a soft chuckle leaving those lips. “Thanks.”

You’re not sure how long you’re in the back of the car, playing Egyptian Ratscrew until tears are running from your eyes as you laugh and squeal. Jungkook inevitably wins, probably due to your vision being impaired by said tears. Eventually you decline a 33rd round (he says that it’s only the eleventh but your throbbing hands say it’s definitely the 33rd) in favor of laying out and watching the rain.

Jungkook joins you where you sprawl out on your stomach, watching the ripples in the pond as the rain continues. It’s let up a bit more now, but the sound of rain on the roof is enough to lull you into a tired trance.

Leaning into your side, Jungkook loops his arm through yours until his hand is resting on your own. You automatically rest your head against his shoulder, letting out a content sigh.

“Your hands are so red,” Jungkook whispers. You snort, examining your abused hands.

“Yeah, I told you that you slap hard,” you whisper back furiously. Jungkook chuckles, making you shake along with him.

“Don’t act all innocent. You about killed me,” he replies, showing off his reddened hands. “I forgot how brutal that game is.”

“Me too. But it’s so fun.”

“Mmm.”

“I mean, when else do I get a free pass to slap you?”

Now Jungkook laughs in earnest, the sound going straight to your heart. “You’re ruthless.”

“Hey, you’re the one that has a thing for ruthless women.”

“Touché.”

Soon the rhythm of the rain fades into the background as Jungkook takes up a melody, humming softly. Your eyes drift shut, taking in the sound.

It would be so easy to stay here forever. The blanket is so soft, Jungkook is so sweet, the view so perfect.

Your lips form the words before you completely comprehend what’s going on. “…wanna stay here.”

“Hmm?” Jungkook asks, his voice coming from above you. He shifts, arm resting along your back and wrapping around your waist. “What’d you say, jagiya?”

“I wanna stay.”

“We can stay a little longer,” he reassures gently. You shake your head, nuzzling deeper into his side.

“Forever, though.”

“You wanna stay forever?”

“Mhmm.”

Jungkook brushes a hand through your hair before running a finger along your jawline. “Back here, with me? And the blankets?”

You hum in agreement. “And the lights and the rain.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “It can’t rain forever, jagiya.”

“Why not?” Your brain isn’t completely coherent at the moment, but you don’t try to stop it.

“We’d float away.”

“Oh.”

“Ok?”

“Mm.”

Eventually the rain turns into a light drizzle and Jungkook deems it time to head back. It’s already late, but you find yourself wanting to bask in the soft glow that the string lights provide for just a moment longer.

Jungkook reassures you that he won’t put the seats back up yet, but that you need to head up front. Getting up and moving seems to kickstart your brain, and you’re much more awake when you settle into the front seat.

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the radio quietly singing. You two sing along, and you stare out the window as you drive down the streets of Itaewon. You pass the spot you ate earlier, making you smile.

All too soon, you’re turning onto your street. It’s enough to make you attempt sinking through the seat, but Jungkook parks the car and comes around to your side.

“Welcome home,” he mumbles as you slide out of the car. You turn your face up to the sky, allowing the light rain to wake you up a bit more.

“Thank you.”

Jungkook takes your hand in his as you head up the stairs to your apartment, and you wonder for a moment if that’s your racing pulse you feel or his own. It’s that question that has you racing back to reality.

The doorstep.

You reach your door, turning to face Jungkook. You haven’t even tried getting your keys out yet, the thought hasn’t crossed your mind. Instead, you stare up at Jungkook only to find him chewing on the inside of his cheek and staring down at the ground. He massages the back of his neck, looking for all the world like he’s forgotten how to speak.

“Thank you,” you repeat for the second time in less than a minute. “I really enjoyed it, Jungkook. I…” your words trail off as Jungkook takes a step forward, hands reaching around you to wrap around the railing of your porch.

“Do you ever wonder what might have happened…” Jungkook’s eyes snap up to yours, and they betray his next words as they drift to your lips. “If I had kissed you that night?”

A sound comes out of your throat, however you’re not sure if it was a half-formed word or simply a reaction to the way Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip as he tilts his head to one side.

He takes another micro-step, effectively trapping you between him and the wrought iron railing. “Because I do. Every day.”

Again, that question comes flying back from the catacombs of your memory. Right now, you wonder if he’ll kiss you.

You wonder if you’d let him.

The fact that this question has been on your mind for so long makes you realize the answer to his question.

You’re not sure how you manage to speak as you feel Jungkook’s hands slide onto your waist, but you do. “Y-yes. I do.” Taking a deep breath you utter out, “Of course I do.”

Another step, a bit of rain slipping down the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’s stopped breathing, but you wonder if that’s only because you’re holding your breath.

He’s leaning down, eyes so focused on yours that you feel as though your soul has been laid out before him. Finally, once he’s mere millimeters away, he takes a shaky breath.

“Just once.”

You wonder if it was meant more for himself than for you, but you don’t have time to entertain the thought for long before he’s pressing forward.

The first touch of his lips against yours reminds you of the paradise you were in just minutes ago. His lips are soft – so soft – against yours, reminding you of resting on a cloud. His lips are hesitant, so unlike the iron-like grip he has on your hips.

Some part of your brain is screaming at you, although you’re unsure of why. What could the consequences of such a beautiful action be?

It’s beautiful enough to make you frown when Jungkook pulls away, the raindrops on his lips long gone as you taste them on your lips. He looks down at you sheepishly, taking a single step back.

“I- I…” he chokes the words out, looking like there might be an internal war going on in his head as well. For a moment, he wins. “One more,” he whispers, the words almost lost to the soft pitter patter of the rain.

He’s much faster this time, throwing caution to the wind as he closes in on you. One hand tangles itself in your hair, the other caressing your cheek as you sigh against his mouth. The kiss is a little sloppy, the force of it nearly making you stumble backward. You cling to his shirt in an effort to remain upright, attempting to somehow crawl closer despite your already close proximity.

One more quickly turns into two, then three. All you know is the feel of his lips against yours and the rain gently falling, having lost count a while ago.

Everything is Jungkook, Jungkook-

Completely unbidden, someone else floats into your train of thought.

You gasp as your thoughts take an unexpected turn, eyes flying open. The sight before you completely wrecks you.

Jungkook leans forward once more, hair a mess and cheeks rosy pink. There’s a dazed look in his eyes, and you realize that he must have assumed you just needed to breathe before falling into you again.

He leans in, quick to turn your thoughts toward him again. Soon it’s him, all him in your head.

And yet-

You stumble back as though struck by lightning, then jump in earnest as lightning does strike. Jungkook stares at you, but for a brief moment as his features are lit up by the lightning, all you can see is him.

What does that even mean?

“I- uh…” you’re practically panting, fighting with all you have to not reach out for Jungkook as he takes a step back. His eyes clear a bit, and you can already see the guilt festering in his eyes. You attempt a joke. “Aren’t you breaking rule #5?”

Jungkook blinks at you. “What? I…that was…a lot. I’m so sorry…rule five? What?”

“You know…the pact, rule five-” you throw a hand over your mouth, realizing that you may have said too much.

“How do you know that’s rule #5?” Jungkook asks, but you’re already pushing him off your porch and fumbling for your keys. “Wait, have you read-”

“Thanks again, Jungkook!” You shout over your shoulder, throwing your front door open. “And, er, I liked kissing you- wait, that’s not normal-”

Jungkook laughs, although still looking concerned. He frowns, and you do your best to avoid noting just how much pinker his lips look now. “I hope you’re ok-”

“Great! I’m great!”

You’re not. You’re a little frantic at the moment, but great.

With that, Jungkook waves goodbye and turns away, bidding you goodnight.

It’s a long time before you move out of the front room. Instead, you take up camp on your couch, staring off into the distance. Replaying, rewinding, reliving what just happened.

In the end, you’re more confused than when you began.

main masterlist

please let me know what your thoughts are! You don’t necessarily have to be rooting for one of the boys specifically, but let me know who you think has the best shot/who you really swooned over! ;) and yes, it’s ok to be confused. like, what the freak just happened. *nervous laughter*

I’ll see you guys WEDNESDAY with a copy of the pact for you to read as well as next Saturday for our final date! thank you for reading!

taglist is open, click on the link at the top of the post or let me know if you’d like to join!

taglist: @secretlycrazyhummingbird @marianeamine @hqtetsurou@protontippens @baepsaetay @dreamcatcherjiah @kookie-vuitton@thecaffeinatedscribbles @moon-write @fangirl125reader @heishichoulevi @knjkitten @sacha-cff @vik7797 @eusticenatalie @hesmyphenominiall @miriamxsworld @kayahay @delacyrose224 @luvtaeha @fanfictionreader05 @oknymz @dreadity @starlight-night0 @luzaroon @seaoffangirling @prachi05 @fangirl125reader @bluehairedotakugem @hunnibxbe @kayahay @fanfictionreader05 @seokjinmoonfics @littletinyhobi @honeyhalcyon @yoontaethings @herrmionejgranger @beepbeep11 @extraordinary_reads @hitsussi

#bts ot7 x reader #bts dating au #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts as your best friends #jimin x y/n #hobi x y/n #namjoon x y/n #suga x y/n #jin x y/n #taehyung x y/n #tae x y/n #bts x y/n #yoongi x y/n #bts fanfic

218 notes · View notes

claudemblems · 4 years

Note

KAT!! IM SO HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO SEND YOU AN ASK AGAIN. A friend just told me your asks are available again and i was like hell yeaah. Ilysm! So i was hoping to make a request if you dont mind! Maybe some small oneshots with felix × fem reader and dimi × fem reader please! They take her to study at night at the library but it was so late the reader fell asleep. While sleeping she started talking, saying like "I love you.. never leave me/i'll never leave you" or idk something like that. Thank you!

I am sorry it has been forever and a year but here’s your order of pure fluff you requested!!! The Dimitri one made me kinda emotional ngl lol

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

“If you didn’t spend so much time slacking on your studies, you wouldn’t have to be studying here in the library right now.”

“I wasn’t slacking! I was just preoccupied with other things.”

“Getting distracted easily is not going to help you stay alive when your enemies are surrounding you in the heat of battle.”

“Why do you always have to relate everything to fighting?”

You blew out a hot breath and rubbed your temples, fighting the beginnings of a headache. Your scattered mind and constant daydreaming had led you to somehow completely forget about all the assignments Byleth had assigned the class for that semester. Now your grades were paying the price for it...so was your sanity.

“Look, you didn’t have to come along if you’re so annoyed having to help me, okay?” you said, shooting Felix a barely menacing glare. “I’ve already got enough on my plate. I don’t wanna hear how irresponsible or stupid I am because I already know. I’d rather not be constantly reminded.”

You focused your attention back onto your assignments, too angry and frustrated to notice how quiet Felix had gotten. It had been hours since you’d cooped yourself up in the library, and you were starting to feel the exhaustion hit, both physically and mentally. But you couldn’t afford to rest until you did at least one more assignment. You’d let yourself fall behind, so that meant you had to face the consequences.

“I’m sorry.”

You turned your head to meet Felix’s eyes, the sudden break of silence and the foreign words on his tongue enough to break your attention.

“I’m not trying to sit here and point out all your flaws. I’m...trying to be helpful, but I don’t have much experience in encouraging people.” Felix held your gaze, letting you know that whatever he was about to say was coming straight from his heart. “You’re one of the most intelligent people in the whole of this monastery. I know many people who wish they had half of your knowledge and intellect. And you’re not irresponsible. I know you like to dream about your future, but if you stay stuck in your dreams, you’ll never be able to work towards them.”

A small smile formed on your lips. “Thank you, Felix,” you answered, voice soft. “That means a lot.”

You didn’t miss how Felix blushed and quickly averted eye-contact. He was so cute sometimes. You were glad you were the one person allowed to see this sight of him.

Turning back to your work, you flew through the assignments with an increased determination. Just one more to be completed, and you’d be able to rest…

Felix had been absorbed in books detailing training techniques when a weight on his shoulder nearly made him jolt up from his chair. Glancing over, he found that you were sound asleep, hair falling in front of your eyes as your chest rose and fell with each slow, steady breath. Heat rushed up into his face, and he was immensely grateful that no one else had decided to come into the library that night.

“Felix…”

He shifted his gaze back to you, unsure if you were still asleep or if you’d woken up. “...Yes?”

No answer. You were just sleep talking.

He’d directed his attention back to his book when your voice broke the silence again. “...you.”

“...What on earth are you mumbling about?”

“I love...you. Please...don’t ever leave...me…”

Felix buried his face into his hands, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that he feared it might tear through his body. He didn’t often say those words to you, believing that it was better to save them for special moments. He didn’t want to say them so often they lost their meaning. You, however, didn’t say them a lot because you were so shy. Every time you attempted to admit your affections or initiate some sort of romantic gesture, you’d stumble through your words and bury yourself in Felix’s coat. Your innocence was so endearing to him, and he always ended up breaking into a smile at your efforts.

But now you were able to say those words without restraint, with full confidence. You were the one being bold, and Felix had become the one too shy to respond.

“What am I going to do with you?” he sighed, a smile growing on his lips. Leaning down, Felix pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and rested his head atop yours. “I love you, too.”

---

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

“[Name], you really ought to not push yourself so hard. I can see that you’re clearly exhausted.”

“I don’t understand this material well enough. I have to get it ingrained into my head.”

“I think that’s going a bit too far…”

“If I can’t comprehend what I’m learning, I’m not going to do well in my other lectures,” you sighed, balling your hand into a fist. “I have to keep at it.”

“Not at the expense of your health.”

Suddenly Dimitri was gathering up your work from your desk, holding it above your head when you tried to grab it. “You’re going to rest.”

“Dimitri, I don’t want to fail my classes—”

“Trust me, you will not fail. You’re one of the smartest students here. If you truly are so worried about it, ask Byleth to tutor you.”

You made a few more futile efforts to snatch your work back, but Dimitri walked to the side and placed your work on a high shelf, knowing you’d have to use the ladder if you felt like retrieving it.

“How dare you use your height against me?” you groaned, letting your head fall into your hands. “You know I’m too tired to get up and get it.”

“Exactly. It is just how I planned.”

You sent your boyfriend a playful glare that made him burst out in laughter. He took the vacant seat next to yours, taking your hand in his. “In all seriousness, please, get some rest. I can tell you’re exhausted.” You let out a soft sigh when Dimitri gently stroked your cheek, and you couldn’t help but lean into his warm touch. “Please, my beloved. There are other ways to resolve this problem.”

“I would rather just get it over with or else all I’m going to do is think about it. I can’t even go to sleep because my performance is always weighing on my mind.”

“But there are people around that would love to help you if you only let them. You cannot do everything by yourself.”

You buried your face in the crook of Dimitri’s neck, clutching at the collar of his shirt. You knew he was right. He’d always been able to read you like the back of his hand. You thought you were capable of doing everything on your own, but that false thinking is what always led to you crashing and burning in class, in battle, even in your personal life. You tried so hard to prove to yourself that you weren’t useless, but your efforts only made you feel worse.

You’d only just noticed the sensation of Dimitri’s hand stroking your hair, his soft, even breaths tickling your skin. “You’re not alone, my beloved. I know how you struggle to love yourself. Believe me, I understand the feeling. But as long as I have your love, I feel that I am a man that has a second chance at life, that I am still worth redeeming all because the goddess has blessed me with a beautiful soul like you.” He placed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, smiling as he did. “If your love makes me feel this way, I hope that my love touches your heart as well. If you cannot see the good in you, allow me to tell you what I see, and let me cherish you. One day, I want you to love yourself as much as I love you, beloved. That is my greatest wish.”

You snuggled further into Dimitri’s neck, struggling to hide your tears. Dimitri always knew how to heal your wounds, how to calm your anxious heart. He freely gives you all the love he has in his mortal body. Everything is for you. Always. He never lets you doubt how important you are and that you mean everything to him.

A peaceful silence filled the room as he held you, making all those worries in your head slip away with soft touches and calming hums from his lips. His fingers threading through your hair and the sound of his heartbeat in your ears, your eyelids drooped closed and you let the hectic world slip away.

“I love you…” you mumbled, Dimitri softly chuckling when he noticed you were half-asleep. “Please...never leave me.”

“I love you, too, my beloved,” he answered, wrapping you tighter in his embrace. “And the goddess knows I will never leave your side so long as I live.”

#happy friday here is your present lol #claudemblems writes #fire emblem three houses #three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses imagine #felix hugo fraldarius #felix x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader

111 notes · View notes

peachy-inserts · 4 years

Note

Hello may I ask for a scenario with yandere Shinsou with a deaf fem reader? Like reader has this stoic face most of the time but once she's comfortable with you or she all alone she's actually a pure cinnamon bun who just wants some cuddles and head pats. I guess you can call her a kuudere or something like that?? Thank youuu ☺️

*cracks knuckles* time to get back into touch with baby shinsou, except this time, deranged

Yandere!Shinsou x Deaf, Fem Reader

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Shinsou was always the sadistic type. He loved to watch you suffer, put you through pain, and crush you beneath his foot just to pick you back up and be your big, strong man; a masochist ideology that guided him through life, and through your relationship. He would hurt you intentionally, most of the time unbeknownst to you, and then swoop in like a dove to carry you off under his wing - because what use was he if you didn’t need him?

He simply loved nothing more than you exploit your impairment, instilling fear from behind and as soon as you turned around, flashing his pity eyes and putting on a show of panic. Except it wasn’t a show.

Shinsou would routinely perform this exhibition of distress, and yet every single time he was actually scared for you after the damage had been done, because after all, you were his little darling; what real man wants to see his little darling worried? You were vulnerable. You needed him. Thankfully, he was here to remind you of that.

Oh, the world is so scary - there was no need for you to go out there alone, at least according to your overprotective boyfriend. He was right, though! You depended on him; the world is too dangerous for a lady as fragile as you. And yet, here you were, out in the wilderness of the city, all by your lonesome.

You just needed some laundry detergent; you had texted Shinsou several times that day before leaving, but after the sixth message with no answer you decided it was best to let him do his work. Oh, he was such a good hero! It made you giddy to think about such a brave, courageous man being your own personal defender. As the cashier scanned your items, you stood silent, neither smiling nor frowning, one hand nervously playing with the volume buttons on your phone, anxiously awaiting for a response from Shinsou, while the other one slid your wallet back into your purse.

Nodding your head to the cashier as thanks, and took your purchase and walked out onto the street, scrunching your nose in offense to the smog that covered the city like a woolen blanket.

“Watch out!” Someone shouted from behind you; you were unaware, only noticing the slight change in the atmosphere around you. Paranoid to be out by yourself, no way of defense, your eyes darted from the right, the left, up and then down, round the back of your head and up into the skylines. Bam!

A young child, no older then eight at the very least, crashed into you, spinning around on his heels and then bouncing off the pavement. Startled, and anxious to begin with, you couldn’t stop yourself from shrieking as your knees gave out and the plastic shopping bag slipped out of your grasp. The detergent busted on impact, spilling all over the sidewalk.

“I’m so sorry!” The child looked down at you in shock, not knowing what to do. You could read his lips well enough to have gathered what he said, though, and waved your hand in response. He insisted on helping you up, so you let him, all the while showing no emotion on your face; this must have scared him off, because after a few moments of confused staring he made haste back to his clearly disgruntled mother, who rested an infant on her hip and was shouting at the boy for being so reckless.

You watched the small family with a tinge of jealousy; how cute of a family would you guys be? Before you had time to daydream, you felt a tap at your shoulder. Whipping your head back, you saw a tall man of twenty something years, dressed in a pressed suit with polished shoes; a man of importance perhaps.

“Excuse me, ma’am” he pleaded. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but you see, I’ve broken down here, and...” he trailed off, and you could practically see the gears turning in his mind. “Well, I’ve only ever passed through this city once or twice, and my car’s dead. I have a meeting I really need to be at so, please-” he tilted his head ever so slightly as an innocent animal; what a sorry man, you felt bad for him. “I won’t ask to borrow your cellphone, it feels much too intrusive - I just need some change to call my boss at a payphone”.

You looked at him curiously, not knowing what to do; you pointed to your left ear and shook your head, trying to imply that you were deaf. You could make out only a few of his words; he was jittery, and spoke too fast for you to interpret through his lips.

“Ha...” the supposed businessman shuffled his hands around in his pockets. “I’m sure pretty girls like you get weirdos talking to you all the time, but baby I’m just some poor dude trying to get by. I’m a nice guy, promise, and you’ll probably never even see me again. So, come on - just give me a couple bucks and I’ll be out of your way”.

You opened your mouth as if to speak, but quickly shut it. What were you supposed to do? You had never been in such a situation before... what if something happened to you? Shinsou wasn’t there to protect you, after all, so it was very much a possibility. Looking tired and aggravated, the man huffed a couple times, still waiting for a response.

“Oh, come on!” he finally snapped, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. “Just give me your fucking money already!”.

Terrified, your pupils dilated, and your lips turned white from how taut they were. You made no attempts to pull away; that always ended poorly for you. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Your emotions were for your boyfriend’s pleasure, not anybody else’s. This man did not deserve the satisfaction of having made you scared, either.

Suddenly, he released his grip, falling backward. You closed your eyes; but, then, another figure touched you again. Could they stop touching you? Carefully turning around, you were shocked to see your beloved Shinsou standing with you. Immediately, you flung yourself into his welcoming, protecting arms that held you tight. He was grimacing. Pulling back so that he could see your face, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

It was hard to look him in the eye; he was mad, and although it wasn’t directed towards you, it was difficult to see him in a state of anger, hungry for revenge.

Later, at home, he sat you down and stroked your cheek. God, he could look at you all day and never get tired of your face. You grinned from ear to ear, lighting his heart on fire and warming him in a way nobody else could. Your smile was only for him, and he was so incredibly honored to be the one and only that you could open up to. You were so sweet, tender, and precious. He’d do anything to make you happy.

Content, recovering from the fear of the day, you buried yourself under his neck. He knew you wouldn’t be able to hear you, but had to voice some things anyways.

“Ah... I hope now you’ll know better. I’m so glad I was there to save you in time, but God knows what could have happened to you... if only I could hear you promise me to stay with me, that would be a blessing”. He ran his fingers up and down your spine. “You’re too frail to be out alone. Only I can make you happy”. You were truly happy with him; he was always there to lift you up when you were down, and loved him more than anything. He’d do anything to prove his love to you, too.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ok so ngl im not very proud of this i,,,, dont have a lot of experience w yandere types and wasnt really sure how to go about this but i really hope you liked it !!!

-mod Josie

#bnha #mha #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shinsou x reader #yandere shinsou #scenario

41 notes · View notes