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Kaleidoscope of Death, Ch. 75

Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu Link to Chinese / Link to ongoing Taida Translations

Chapter 75: Qianshan

Though Ruan Nanzhu mocked him about it, Luo Qianshan really didn't dare to 'know this good thing.'

Bottom line was, anyone who could get to this door and still seem leisurely about it, no matter how harmless they may look, was surely no saint. Just like this beautiful woman who called herself Zhu Meng before him—she was not somebody to be trifled with.

"Go on, say what you actually came to discuss with us," Ruan Nanzhu spoke.

"It's about the key," Luo Qianshan said. "We found where it is, but…" His tone went a bit strained. "But we can't get our hands on it."

Ruan Nanzhu, "what do you mean by can't?"

Luo Qianshan, straight-forwardly, "we're not skilled enough."

At this, Ruan Nanzhu's expression was inscrutable. "Not skilled enough? I think you two siblings are actually pretty good at this."

Luo Qianshan didn't make any excuses, just flipped up his palms in a what can you do gesture.

"Continue." Ruan Nanzhu knew there was more Luo Qianshan wanted to say.

Luo Qianshan said, "so I wanted to come and make a deal. I'll tell you the clue to the key…"

Here, he paused.

Ruan Nanzhu waited for him to go on. There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world, after all.

"But when you leave here, you have to bring along me and Qianshui," was Luo Qianshan's condition.

"That's it?" A look of assessment appeared in Ruan Nanzhu's eyes, as if he was trying to determine how much Luo Qianshan was lying about.

"That's it," Luo Qianshan spoke staunchly.

Ruan Nanzhu nodded. "Tell us."

He took the deal.

"The key is in that burning room," Luo Qianshan said. "But the condition to getting the key is particular. You have to go in at night…"

At this, Lin Qiushi questioned, "you two have gone inside?"

Luo Qianshan shook his head. "No. We only saw the key from the door. We haven't gone in."

"Then how do you know the key's inside?" Though Luo Qianshan seemed very earnest, Lin Qiushi kept sensing something off about him. The role of the key inside the door was far too important; this man was so easily giving them its location, so were things truly as he said, or did he have some other motive?

"We saw it," Luo Qianshan said. "The door was open at the time…"

Ruan Nanzhu said, "if the door was open why couldn't you go in?"

Luo Qianshan's expression went a bit awkward.

"Because that mother and child were in there."

Silence.

Ruan Nanzhu spoke: "So you came to tell us because you want us to go in?" He asked, "didn't you see the placard on our door?"

Luo Qianshan frowned.

Ruan Nanzhu, "didn't you see the number on it? Our room's the last one. Even if this whole floor burns, we're going to be the last to die."

Luo Qianshan sighed. "I'm not trying to send you on a suicide mission. If you're willing, we can work together."

Ruan Nanzhu, "how?"

Luo Qianshan, "we'll be responsible for luring the mother and daughter elsewhere, and you guys will be responsible for getting the key."

At this, Ruan Nanzhu lifted a brow. "You're certain?"

Luo Qianshan, "I'm certain."

"I don't believe you," was Ruan Nanzhu's reply. "Unless you give us a demonstration first, and show yourselves to be sincere."

Luo Qianshan was silent for a while. "It's too dangerous to do, we can't give a demonstration."

Ruan Nanzhu, "sorry then."

Luo Qianshan met Ruan Nanzhu's eyes, and each saw in the other's gazes an unchangeable obstinacy. He sighed without further attempts at persuasion, and got up from his chair. He went to the door, and just as he was leaving, he glanced back at Ruan Nanzhu.

"I just want to let you know, if it really comes down to it, the last ones standing will definitely be me and Qianshui."

Ruan Nanzhu stared at him in icy silence.

"See you." Luo Qianshan smiled, and left.

Ruan Nanzhu watched him go, eyebrows furrowing.

Lin Qiushi, "where's he getting that confidence from?" When Luo Qianshan and Ruan Nanzhu were speaking just now, he'd also used the bronze mirror to look at Luo Qianshan's feet, confirming he was a live human.

Ruan Nanzhu shook his head, answering lowly, "if Luo Qianshan can say that, then he definitely has his own trump card."

Lin Qiushi didn't reply.

Ruan Nanzhu, thoughtfully, "if we get the chance tonight, let's go take a look inside that room."

Lin Qiushi nodded. During their conversation, Cheng Yixie didn't speak at all. Here though, his lips lightly parted: "There's that burnt smell on Luo Qianshan too."

"What?" Lin Qiushi startled.

"It's on him too, though it's faint," Cheng Yixie said. "But I really did smell it."

With this revelation, both Ruan Nanzhu and Lin Qiushi went silent.

There was the burnt smell on Luo Qianshan too? Did he have something to do with those people burnt to death then? But Luo Qianshan was definitely human. Why would that smell be on a living person?

"Was it there yesterday?" Ruan Nanzhu asked Cheng Yixie.

Cheng Yixie shook his head, and answered with certainty, "no."

This was very odd indeed.

Ruan Nanzhu's expression was ambiguous: "Maybe Luo Qianshan is telling the truth."

Lin Qiushi, "hm?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "he really is guaranteed to be the last survivor."

They just didn't know yet what that guarantee was.

As the day ended, another evening alighted.

On their way back to their room, Lin Qiushi noticed that Xia-jie standing in the hallway, facing a wall and muttering under her breath with an expression so strained as to be scary.

Though she was quiet, Lin Qiushi still heard what she was murmuring. It was one phrase she kept repeating: don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me—

Lin Qiushi recalled Xiao Mian, who'd died in an accident by Xia-jie's hands that morning. According to the rules inside the door, it was unlikely that Xia-jie would live through the night.

As he thought this, Lin Qiushi refrained from looking back at Xia-jie, turning and entering his own room.

The darker the night got, the quieter the city went. The darkness was like a canopy, looming over and covering everybody.

Around nine PM, Lin Qiushi heard the sound of glass shattering in the corridor. He glanced at Ruan Nanzhu and Cheng Yixie, but neither of them seemed to have heard it.

After a brief hesitation, Lin Qiushi asked, "did you guys hear that?"

Ruan Nanzhu shook his head. "Hear what?"

Lin Qiushi, "the sound of glass breaking. Should I go take a look?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "go ahead."

So Lin Qiushi got up, approached the peephole, and looked outside.

Because of the angle, he could only see Xia-jie.

Xia-jie was still standing where she had been, but she wasn't muttering anymore. Her eyes stared straight forward, eyeballs bulging so much they seemed ready to pop out of their sockets. Lin Qiushi couldn't see what Xia-jie was seeing, but he did see a pair of hands—a pair of hands slowly descending from the mirror on the ceiling.

Those hands were dripping with fresh blood. They descended behind Xia-jie just like that, and, from the back, clasped Xia-jie's head.

Xia-jie's whole body spasmed. She seemed to want to scream, but the sound gagged in her throat. She wanted to turn to see what had gotten a hold of her head, but as her body tried to swivel backward, her head was kept looking ahead.

Crack. Lin Qiushi heard a crisp crunch—the sound of bones breaking.

The long thin arms coming from the ceiling had taken hold of Xia-jie's head, and then twisted, viciously, counterclockwise. Just like that they'd torn Xia-jie's head from her body.

All this happened in absolute silence. Lin Qiushi held his breath tightly in.

That pair of hands slowly retracted. As he stared, Lin Qiushi seemed to hear the soft giggle of a young woman.

Xia-jie died like that, body toppling onto the floor. Blood gushed out and soaked the carpet.

It was at this moment that Lin Qiushi's body suddenly froze. He felt a cool gaze casted down from above his head. Lin Qiushi slowly looked up, and saw that, at some point, a figure holding Xia-jie's head had appeared in the mirror above him. From her appearance, it was the girl who'd died that day, Xiao Mian…

Xiao Mian was inside the mirror, Lin Qiushi outside.

Through that thin pane of glass, the two watched each other in silence.

Lin Qiushi saw a touch of malice coagulate in Xiao Mian's eyes. She slowly loosened her grip, and Xia-jie's head fell straight out of the mirror and onto Lin Qiushi's body.

Then, her figure disappeared from that side of the mirror.

Thunk! It was the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor.

Ruan Nanzhu and Cheng Yixie looked toward Lin Qiushi, finding him half-drenched in blood with a human head beside him, its eyes still open in death.

Face stony, Lin Qiushi turned to look at Ruan Nanzhu.

"What do I do?"

Ruan Nanzhu came to stand in front of Lin Qiushi. When he saw the bloody head, he cocked his own head in contemplation.

"Throw it out?"

Lin Qiushi, "I… don't want to touch it with my hands."

Ruan Nanzhu, "oh. Then we'll kick it out."

As he spoke he pulled the door open a gap, and then socked the human head on the floor right out. He managed all this in a fluid motion, like he'd done this many times before.

Lin Qiushi cleared his throat. "She won't try to come get revenge on us, right?"

"Revenge for what?" Ruan Nanzhu replied indifferently. "We're not the ones who killed her. And to do something like this and still be scared of dying?" He was talking about how Xia-jie intentionally brought newbies inside, testing the death conditions with the newbies' lives.

Lin Qiushi let out a breath, and eyed the mirror above his head. "Those things seem to be able to travel through the mirrors…"

Ruan Nanzhu also looked at the mirror, but didn't reply.

Xia-jie died as per their expectations. And in a particularly awful way as well. Likely because he'd been psychologically prepared, Lin Qiushi didn't feel particularly shocked either… That was, until Xiao Mian threw the head on top of him.

Just as they spoke, that anxious scent of something burning started up outside again. As they'd hypothesized, the scope of burning rooms had extended further out today.

Lin Qiushi opened the door a crack, and saw at the end of the hallway a smother of scorched black, with flashes of fire licking through the building structure.

Behind the embers, the burnt mother and child were still standing—a bit further forward this time.

People from other rooms also opened their doors at the same time. Lin Qiushi saw Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui come out of their rooms as well.

"There's not much time left," Luo Qianshan suddenly said.

After he said this, Lin Qiushi realized the rooms in front were rapidly blackening—it wasn't just one room burning tonight.

"Hack, hack." Cheng Yixie was once again choked into coughing.

"I hope you can seriously consider our offer," Luo Qianshan spoke lightly.

Ruan Nanzhu replied, "we've considered." He and Luo Qianshan were looking in the same direction—at that mother-daughter pair, silently standing at the end of the hall. "You two prove you're sincere, and we'll take the risk."

Luo Qianshan was about to say something, but Luo Qianshui reached out an arm and stopped him.

Lin Qiushi thought that, based on Luo Qianshui's personality, she'd say something provocative. But instead, she nodded coolly.

"Okay, I'll show you we're sincere."

She stepped up to a mirror framed on the side of the corridor and extended a hand.

Something incredible occurred. Luo Qianshui's hand, without any obstruction, reached into the mirror in front of her—she could traverse between the world inside the mirrors and the world outside!

Lin Qiushi looked on, shocked, and even Ruan Nanzhu seemed a bit surprised.

But Luo Qianshui very quickly retracted her hand, saying, "but I' can't stay inside for long." She glanced at the burnt mother and child at the end of the hall. "That world belongs to them. If I stay inside for too long, I won't be able to come back out."

Ruan Nanzhu cocked his head. "If you can lure them away on your own, why doesn't your brother go get the key?"

"I need his help to enter the mirror, he doesn't have time to go get the key." Luo Qianshui seemed somewhat impatient with the explanation. "Will you do it or not?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "we'll think about it." He didn't agree immediately.

Luo Qianshui scoffed. Then she pulled Luo Qianshan back inside their room.

Ruan Nanzhu and Lin Qiushi returned to their room as well.

Ruan Nanzhu asked, "what do you think?"

Lin Qiushi thought about it. "I think we can take it." If the key really was in that room, taking this risk would be worth it.

"I think so too." Cheng Yixie clearly hated this world; with his sensitive nose, staying in this smokey high rise was indescribably torturous.

But Ruan Nanzhu seemed to be contemplating something.

"Let's sleep first." In the end though, Ruan Nanzhu didn't say anything, just: "It's late."

Lin Qiushi didn't force the matter either. After washing up, he got into bed.

Before sleeping however, Lin Qiushi's hand went to his pocket, in which that pretty bronze mirror was placed. He thought of something, eyes darkening slightly. Quickly though, they closed, and he fell to sleep.

The next morning, Lin Qiushi bumped into Luo Qianshan in the restaurant.

At breakfast each morning, group attendance was at its max. Lin Qiushi sat in a distant corner and began checking over everybody with the bronze mirror.

Ruan Nanzhu sat beside him, eating a hard-boiled egg. He mumbled around the egg, "how is it?"

Lin Qiushi, "…not great." There were a total of seventeen people in the group. Confirmed deaths were: Xiao Yan who'd burned to death, Wenjing who'd broken the mirrors and died, Xiao Mian who was killed by Xia-jie, and Xia-jie whom Xiao Mian had gotten revenge on. There ought to be thirteen people left alive.

But after using the mirror on everyone around him, Lin Qiushi discovered there weren't as many survivors as he'd thought.

Of the thirteen, at least four had redirected feet—heels in the front, toes pointing back. The way they walked was no different from everyone else, but it was precisely their normal appearances that sent a chill up the spine.

Cheng Yixie's brows pinched. "No wonder it stinks worse." The smell really was getting harder to bear.

As they were speaking, Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui happened to come in from outside.

Realizing something, Lin Qiushi guided the bronze mirror in his hand to where Luo Qianshui stood. What it reflected though, made Lin Qiushi freeze.

He even rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things wrong.

Two figures ought to have appeared on the mirror surface, but there was only Luo Qianshan's silhouette. His head was turned to the side, and he was smiling warmly, speaking lowly to thin air.

Lin Qiushi, "…" Luo Qianshui couldn't show up in the bronze mirror. What did that mean? She wasn't human?

Lin Qiushi didn't speak. He reached out and handed the mirror to Ruan Nanzhu, then gestured with a tilt of his chin at Luo Qianshui, indicating that Ruan Nanzhu should look at the reflection in the mirror.

Ruan Nanzhu took the mirror, and saw too the empty space beside Luo Qianshan. He murmured lowly, “interesting.”

Cheng Yixie saw the oddity about Luo Qianshui as well, and his brows puckered. "She's not human?"

Lin Qiushi thought that he couldn't say.

If Luo Qianshui wasn't human, then was she a special case? Everyone else had flipped feet, but she couldn't be seen at all.

So what was her relationship to the human Luo Qianshan then? Could they both be NPCs from inside this door? Though this thought came to mind, Lin Qiushi still felt there was something wrong.

With their previous questions unresolved, new problems were arising.

Lin Qiushi rubbed at the bronze mirror's smooth surface, sighing lightly in his heart.

Ruan Nanzhu though, got up, and walked right on over to Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui.

Lin Qiushi startled, getting up to follow, but Ruan Nanzhu said lightly, "you guys stay here. I'll go have a talk with them."

Lin Qiushi could only agree.

Cheng Yixie nodded.

Ruan Nanzhu came to Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui's table. Luo Qianshui had never liked Ruan Nanzhu, and this time was no exception; seeing him, she said unpleasantly, "what? You've thought it through? If you got something to say just keep standing there. I'm still hungry you know."

Ruan Nanzhu didn't reply. He just watched Luo Qianshui silently.

"Is something wrong?" Luo Qianshan asked compassionately. In terms of personality, Luo Qianshan seemed a lot friendlier than Luo Qianshui. But Lin Qiushi actually preferred dealing with someone like Luo Qianshui, whose feelings were all clearly written across her face.

Ruan Nanzhu still wasn't speaking.

Luo Qianshui was evidently a bit spooked by Ruan Nanzhu's gaze, and snapped, "there's something wrong with you. Why are you staring at me…" She seemed to think of something, and so declared, "my brother already has a girlfriend, so don't even think about it!"

Luo Qianshan looked on from the side, exasperated.

Lin Qiushi wanted to laugh for some reason.

All of a sudden Cheng Yixie whispered, "what are they saying?"

Lin Qiushi blinked, before realizing that with a normal person's hearing, Ruan Nanzhu's conversation wasn't audible from this far away.

"Lin Qiushi told Ruan Nanzhu that her brother has a girlfriend," Lin Qiushi explained to Cheng Yixie, holding back laughter.

At this, humor too surfaced in Cheng Yixie's eyes.

"Well aren't you full of yourself," Ruan Nanzhu said. "What don't you get about my taste in men?"

Luo Qianshui slammed her hand onto the table. "The hell do you mean! My brother's incredible, how dare you not like him!"

Ruan Nanzhu said, "but I already have someone I like."

Luo Qianshui, "who? Who do you like?!"

Luo Qianshan looked as if a headache was coming on. "Pardon me… What is it that you came to speak to us about? Qianshui, stop talking."

Luo Qianshui clearly wanted to keep talking, but after Luo Qianshan gripped her by the arm, she ceased with a mutinous expression. But it was obvious from her gaze—deep down in her heart, she already had countless objections to Ruan Nanzhu's person.

"I just came to chat about your offer yesterday." Ruan Nanzhu pulled out a chair, sitting down in front of Luo Qianshan like it was the most natural thing to do. "I think we can work together."

Luo Qianshan's eyes lit up.

"But, the hint from this door has to be ours." As he spoke, Ruan Nanzhu watched Luo Qianshui's expression from his periphery. "Will that be a problem?"

"No," Luo Qianshan said. "We can agree on this point."

Ruan Nanzhu tilted his head. "Are you actually related?"

"Yeah, why?" Luo Qianshan smiled. "Don't we look it?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "no."

Luo Qianshui's brows furrowed. "How are we not alike…"

But before she was even finished talking, she heard Ruan Nanzhu say, light as anything: "How could the dead and living be alike?"

The air seemed to congeal in an instant. Luo Qianshui's eyes were wide with shock, while Luo Qianshan's gaze, like nightfall, completely dimmed. He asked, "what are you saying?"

"Exactly what I said," Ruan Nanzhu answered. "Which door did your sister die in?"

Luo Qianshan shot up from his chair and roared, "shut up!"

But Ruan Nanzhu had already gotten the answer he wanted from that reaction. He nodded. "Don't be nervous, I won't use it against you. There's just something I wanted to confirm."

Luo Qianshui watched Ruan Nanzhu, brows pinched.

"Looking forward to working with you."

Ruan Nanzhu got up and left. It seemed these two really did come from outside the door, and weren't NPCs from the inside. If the answer had been the latter, then there would have been no need for their group and Luo Qianshan to work together.

Author's Note:

Halfway through typing up the chapter today, my cat shut off my computer. I could only type it all up again with tears in my eyes QAQ Woe really be me.

[Ch. 74] | [Ch. 76]

#kaleidoscope of death #xi zixu #cnovel #chinese translation #死亡萬花筒 #HOORAAHHHHH #IT'S BRIDGED

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nogods--nomasters · 5 years

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Imagine...

Tommy seeing you across the bar and him unabashedly flirting with you.

You had come out after work for a drink, which had arguably been one of your better decisions. The work week had been long, and the buzz of Friday loudly sounded around you as you chatted with your mates, shooting two finger glasses of whiskey back like they were nothing but water.

You were an accountant at a local business in Birmingham. Numbers were something you had always enjoyed, something that appealed to you in a way that nothing else did; they made sense, and the normalcy in your otherwise pretty chaotic life was a blessing for you. Getting the job at the accounting firm had been no easy feat, but you had done it and had been working there for about two months now.

Your coworkers had all been very welcoming to you, something that was a great comfort considering how young you were. You assumed it was because while you were young and fairly quiet, you were also a bright and hard worker. There was nothing that thirty year old men respected more than a hard worker, you figured.

You nodded in agreement to the statement your coworker had said, laughing a whiskey fueled laugh. “How you doin’ there, y/n? Us old men haven’t scared you away yet, have we?”

You shook your head. You had only been invited out twice to have a drink with your coworkers, so you felt that tonight carried a lot of weight on whether you’d be invited out a third time. “No no, of course not! This week was fucking hell if you ask me, so nothing could have remedied that more than a drink.” The man chuckled and nodded in agreement. You felt a small bubble of success, despite knowing exactly how posh you sounded. Your mother had made sure you were well educated, making sure you and your brothers were more well read than any merchant’s sons in Birmingham.

The idle chatter continued until the bar tender slammed a full whiskey down on the table to get your attention. You turned around, surprised. “Mr. Shelby sends his regards.” In your head you mused about the dramatics of such a statement, but you also momentarily felt a strong bolt of fear. Mr. Shelby sends his regards? What could that possibly be about. You lifted your head up from the whiskey for a moment, looking around for which Mr. Shelby the bar keep could have been talking about. You didn’t have to look very hard, however, as your eyes met the steel blue gaze of the Shelby brother across the bar.

He nodded his greeting, his lips curling up slightly into a dangerous smirk. You felt the color rising into your neck as you cleared your throat, turning away abruptly. Never had a man looked at you in that way before! You were positively mortified, praying that none of your coworkers had noticed.

Unfortunately for you, one had. “Is Thomas Shelby a friend of yours?” Francis, an older man with salt and pepper hair, asked. His eyes held barely concealed suspicion. You didn’t know whether it was best to agree or best to disagree, so you shrugged.

“I suppose we’re acquainted, but doesn’t everyone know Thomas Shelby?” The man nodded, supposedly satisfied with your answer. You chanced a glance back at Mr. Shelby, who still had his eyes trained on you. The man moved with such purpose as he got up, the confidence eminating from his every footstep as he walked over to you.

“Normally, one gives a thank you when someone buys them a drink.” The timbre of his voice gave you a light shiver as he spoke, and you found yourself suddenly very interested in looking anywhere that wasn’t his eyes. What on earth had you done to receive such punishment? Your coworkers were looking at the interaction with barely concealed interest, and you were suddenly very nervous that they’d find out you were gay. After all, men normally didn’t have interactions like this with other men. Come to think of it, why on earth was Thomas Shelby having this interaction with you, of all people?

When you met his eyes, they held a gaze of expectation. “Thank you, Mr. Shelby.” You spoke quietly, maintaining eye contact as you did so. Just because you were startled, did not mean you had to be rude.

“So which ones your father, hm?” He asked, referring to the gentlemen in your company. You blanched, suddenly feeling very young and very silly.

“None of them, sir. They’re my, well, they’re my coworkers.” You responded, stuttering what should have been an easy answer. Tommy smirked at the sign of nervousness.

“And what is it that you do, exactly?” He inquired, leaning against the bar and taking a small drink from his glass. His eyes never left yours, and there was something behind them that left your mouth dry in a way that wasn’t from nervousness.

Was Thomas Shelby flirting with you?

“I’m an accountant.” You responded, feeling boring where moments ago you had felt proud. His eyebrows rose in interest.

“An accountant, you say? Must be very good at numbers, then.” You nodded in response, “pardon my surprise, had not assumed accountants to be so young and handsome.” He had said it quietly enough that only you could hear, and yet you felt like he had screamed it.

“Oh I, uh, thank you sir. I am rather young for my position.” You smiled a quivering smile as he took a step closer to you. Anyone looking at you, including your business associates, would have assumed it was nothing but a typical deal with Thomas Shelby. But you certainly knew better.

His head was close to yours, and as he spoke you could practically feel his voice in your chest. “I have a private room in the back of this bar. Care to join me for a drink?” Your heart stammered in your chest, “tell your associates that I need to consult with you for business, nothing more and nothing less.”

“I, uh, alright.” You responded, clearing your throat before turning to your coworkers. You hoped you didn’t look as winded as you felt. “Excuse me, gentlemen, but Mr. Shelby needs me for a consultation concerning his business, despite it being after business hours.” You rolled your eyes to punctuate your statement, earning amused smiles.

“Alright then Shelby, don’t keep him too long. The boys a hard worker and deserves a bit of a break!” You heard one of your coworkers, Daniel, jibe Thomas Shelby, a resounding chuckle from the others.

“Not to worry, I’ll have him back in your company shortly.” Mr. Shelby clapped you on the back, then, his hand lingering too long to be friendly. You followed him to the back room, then, your hands feeling clammy with nervousness. No one had ever propositioned you so forwardly, and being a gay man, you were far too nervous to proposition anyone else.

When the door shut, Tommy turned towards you. He stalked towards you in the way that a predator stalks its pray, and you felt your back hit the wall with a dull thud. His hand was on your waist, his face close to yours. “I saw you across the bar, and I knew I had to have you.” He spoke quietly in your ear, and you let out a shuddery breath in your response.

“M-me?” You responded, his lips nipping lightly behind your ear as you tilted your head back. You were putty in this man’s hands, and you relished in it.

“You. I saw you come in, handsome and out of place in a bar like this.” Another nip at your throat, the deep growl in his throat possessive, animalistic. You chanced a hand through his hair, the softness of the gesture contradicting with the way his knee spread your thighs and pressed against the bulge that rested there. “What’s your name, then?”

“My-“ you moaned as he pulled you toward him harshly, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. The way his lips moved against yours spoke of a practiced man, and you hoped you didn’t feel juvenile against him. “I’m y/n.” You breathed against his mouth, Thomas Shelby harshly crashing his lips against yours in response. You found yourself grinding into his knee, your hands tugging on his hair as he bit your lip and groaned in response.

“Such a good little mouth for me, y/n.” He hissed, his hand coming to rest gently on your throat. You tilted your head back as he did, grasping for purchase in his hair and at his suit jacket as he cupped you through your pants.

“Ah, Mr. Shelby I-“

“Call me Tommy, hm?” He responded, kissing his way down your throat as he stroked through your pants.

The knock on the door was jarring. You froze, hands stilling on Tommy’s back. The voice through the door was familiar. “Y/n, finish up and let’s go get dinner with the gents, yeah?” Daniel spoke through the door, his voice laced with concern.

“Alright Daniel, I’ll be right out.” You spoke, Tommy’s hungry eyes on yours, the pupils blown. “Unfortunately, I must go Tommy.”

“I’ll see you again.” He spoke, punctuating that statement, one of a man who always got what he wanted, with a bruising kiss. You nodded, returning the kiss with just as much fervor.

What a night this had been. You needed to go out with your coworkers more often.

#male reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader

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siranghae · 7 years

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No Escape (m)

Word count: 6,611

Warning: Jungkook smut

Author’s note: This is a reupload of the piece I posted yesterday, since I realised that there were a lot of tense errors and I wasn’t happy about the title as it seemed too joking, though I only slightly altered it in the end. Sorry about the inconvenience!

I wrote this piece to celebrate the one year anniversary of this blog (which was technically yesterday but we don’t talk about that). I wish it could’ve turned out a little longer because it was quite a special scenario but I hope nearly 7k is enough for all of you :) Thanks again to @minyoongiish for proofreading, I don’t know how you do it <3 Enjoy!

Some might say that this was completely out of character for you to do a thing like this. One girl, among a crowd of people twice or thrice your age, with a single backpack that almost ripped at the straps from the weight it carried. Not even the way you dressed fit the way you were usually perceived, in a blouse with a faded flower pattern and khaki shorts. The look was perfected by the brown hiking boots you'd forgotten about as soon as they'd arrived in the mail. They felt unnatural to walk in, given how unworn they were, which is why you were so inclined to wobble like a chair with uneven legs. At least you had a reason to wear them now.

When you finally sat down in the bus, you let out a sigh of relief. Behind the stained window was the highway you'd be driving down in a second, away from the city you associated with too many things to like it anymore. It really was out of character, yet that was exactly what you were going for. Who expected something like this?

No one, but especially not Jeon Jungkook.

It was humid and hot inside of the vehicle, overwhelmingly so, and without windows it would only get worse. You took a water bottle out of your bag, waiting for the other passengers to sit down, too. Some of them glanced at you when they passed your seat, though never in a contemptuous way. There was even a woman that smiled, and though you didn’t know her, you smiled back. Actually, you didn’t know anyone, which was comforting to say the least. This was what you’d hoped for when you made the arrangements with the travel agency. You’d even picked one on the other side of town, with a name that sounded so shifty that it wouldn’t even cross you mind if it wasn’t for the situation you were in.

“Is this seat taken?”

You averted your eyes from the window, towards a woman who you guessed was in her mid-fifties or early sixties. She had something motherly about her in her muddy orange bodywarmer with a long sleeved shirt underneath it. You remembered seeing her outside the bus, where she’d introduced herself to the bus driver as Eunha.

“It’s free,” you responded, moving the bag that you’d put on the seat so that Eunha could sit down. She nodded her head politely as a sign of gratitude before sitting down.

“Ah, young people these days~” She mumbled, a comical expression taking shape on her face. “It’s extraordinary to meet someone this considerate when they’re your age.”

You laughed. “I suppose that is true.”

Eunha looked at you for a while, not saying a word. The silence that followed your words was a little awkward, as she observed you with curiosity like a visitor would in a zoo with wild animals: cautious but not cautious enough to stop her from getting closer. Out of the blue, she even asked you a question. “So, why are you on this trip?”

“Oh, I’m here to get over a breakup.” The lie left your lips with such ease that it almost felt wrong, though that didn’t stop you from saying it. The real reason wasn’t something to be admitted to a woman you’d just met, or anyone else for that matter.

She didn’t seem to catch the lie, as her expression turned soft at those words that would’ve held more meaning to someone that was actually in that situation. “Oh dear!” She placed one hand on your lap, squeezing you as though that would make you feel any better. “How terrible. But a man like that really doesn’t deserve a darling like you.”

You gave her a guilty smile. “Well thank you, but I don’t deserve such kind words.”

“Well dear, I think you do, and you can’t change my mind.” She nodded, convinced about her own judgement of the person she’d just met. “Oh, we’re leaving.”

She was right: the bus driver had taken his seat and was busy starting up the large bus. You looked at the passengers in front of you, seeing exclusively grey hair except for a few peculiarly coloured hats that old people tend to wear. Finally, you’d have a week to yourself, a week free of consequences, a week free from everything you were trying to escape.

After what felt like an hour or two, the bus reached a road through the forest that was on the pamphlet you’d seen that one fateful afternoon. As the leaves brushed against the bus window, you pulled it out of your backpack. Not that you wanted to read it - the picture was what was interesting. It looked almost like a still life on the cheap paper. Every leaf looked unnatural, every cloud looked photoshopped into the picture. But most of all, the people in the distance, pretending to be having fun on their supposed hiking trip. It all felt so fake, now that you looked at it. Outside, everything looked raw, a little rough at the edges - that was real nature. It somehow hadn’t doomed on you until now, but that’s what you’d be seeing this entire week. Most of all, you’d be walking. A lot. Maybe you really should’ve thought this through a little more - though it was too late now to go back home. Not that it seemed like a viable option anyways.

Eunha, who’d been sleeping for most of the ride, woke up as soon as the bus came to a halt. “Oh, are we already there? That was quick!” She stood up from her place and grabbed her bag. With a smile, she looked back at you, still sitting in the same spot as people already got off the bus. “Aren’t you coming, dear?”

“Oh, I’m waiting until everyone’s gone. Might be a better plan.”

She nodded, though she didn’t seem to agree. “Well, I’ll be seeing you in a moment then!” With one last nod and a brief wave of her hand, she squeezed between the people waiting to get off the bus. It was almost a promise, which was quite nice of her. She probably wanted you to feel included, which was nice.

You looked through the pamphlet once more as the crowd moved through the bus slowly. This was an opportunity, not a curse. The walking would definitely help you forget about your everyday life, you just knew it. You could do this, for sure.

“You waiting for someone?”

“Hm?” You said, not listening to the voice that you didn’t realise was talking to you.

“Y/N.”

You frowned, looking up. “How do you kno-”

Jeon Jungkook is standing right in front of you.

“Okay, wait,” you say, closing your eyes. “Wait wait wait.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sssssh.”

“Why are you shushing me?!”

“Because you’re not real. Yes, that must be it! I’m just hallucinating you, so when I open my eyes, you should be gone,” you mumbled and repeated the last word plenty of times so that your prayers might be heard by some divine entity. You really must’ve been stressed if you’d imagine him to be there. Must be a chemical reaction in your brain that created this image. “Yeah, I’ll open my eyes now and-”

As soon as you realised that he was still there, you closed your eyes again. “No, no, wait, one more moment.”

“Y/N-”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” you responded, opening your eyes for a second time. He was still there, his dark brown hair falling in front of his eyes that looked at you confusedly. “I don’t understand. Why are you still there?” You extended one hand to touch him, carefully like he was about to attack you like a wild animal. One finger inched towards his bare arm, which you should be able to pass through if he was, in fact, a figment of your imagination. Instead, it bounced off like there was an actual person there, right in front of you. That didn’t stop you from trying again, poking him in his stomach, his arm, his leg, his face - until your finger went numb from the desperate attempts to make him disappear. You didn’t want to stop doing it, feeling like this is the only way to stop him from actually existing so close to you. “Oh please, I don’t deserve this, do I?”

His fingers slipped between yours, making you almost vomit all over him. “God, you’re such a dork,” he said, flashing an evil, Jungkook-esque smile at you that equals a fist in your stomach.

You pulled your hand out of his grip with such force that you hit your own seat with your elbow. “Ow!”

“Oh, sorry, that wasn’t-”

You hissed at his hand that got awfully close to you, as you tried to escape from him by pressing yourself against the wall as much as possible. This is not actually happening, is it? “Oh no… fuck.” Yes, he was really there, in the place where he shouldn’t be. “How the fuck did this… I can’t do this.”

You leapt forward, past the guy from your nightmares, quicker than you thought was humanly possible. Never had you wanted to scream so badly, so loudly that it’ll permanently damage your vocal chords. “How the fuck did he find me?” That’s a question only he knew the answer to, though you already had a feeling that it’ll be as disgusting as everything else he does.

A chill ran down your spine when you felt his hand against your shoulder, his fingers like snakes rubbing your joint light-heartedly. “No one can escape me, right? Wasn’t that what you said?”

“Stay away from me, dirty underage… pervert… kid… oh, fuck it!”

“I’m not underage!” he called after you as you jumped out of the bus to safety.

You nearly jumped into the arms of Eunha when you noticed her. “Oh, Eunha!” you sighed, hugging her so forwardly that it is a tad inappropriate. She gasped when you nearly made her fall backwards.

“What’s wrong?” the older woman frowned worriedly when she regained her balance, sensing that something was off before you got to say another word. People stared at the two of you weirdly, though she didn’t seem to care about that at all. “Sweetie, please tell me what’s wrong so I can help.” Her voice was so soothing that it made you want, even need to tell her what’s wrong, as you breathed heavily into her shoulder that is enough support for you, both physically and mentally.

“M-my friend is…” Those words came out so softly that Eunha didn’t understand what you were saying, and she made you repeat your words. “My… boyfriend, he’s- he’s here.”

The lie rolled of your tongue like it’s the truth, and soon you accepted it as such, or at least make yourself believed it to be true. There was no better way to explain yourself or the hate you feel for him.

“Who? Who is it, dear?”

Jungkook walked down the bus stairs right as her head turned that way, waving at you nonchalantly. “Hey there, Y/N. Didn’t know you were here.”

“Fucking liar,” you mumbled under your breath, before you uttered a louder, more hateful response, with words that weren’t even meant to be hateful.

“Hello, Jungkook.”

One might say that you and Jungkook were once on good terms, though you’d never be able to admit that now. Besides, there was a reason why he was once tolerable, whereas now he is so easy to hate. The first time it hit you was when you were looking him in the eyes with Eunha by your side, seeing him look at you so confidently, without any sign of that sweet boy he had been before. That was it: he’d grown up.

Even you could admit that he was a little handsome now, after he’d lost the babyface he’d once had which had grown into the sharp edges of his jaw and cheeks. The few inches he’d gained since you first met him were also noticeable, something he always pointed out whenever he got the chance to stand close to you and even simply wasn’t represented in his mental development. He still seemed like a dirty minded high schooler, wanting to date a girl simply for the sake of dating someone. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d dated anyone in his short, pitiable life, but for some reason girls always flocked around him like geese around a piece of bread. Was he really that handsome to other people? It didn’t make sense, but what made the least sense of all was that he didn’t care about any of the girls after him. He was only interested in one person, and that was you.

“Come on, Y/N, stop running away from me,” Jungkook said as he tried to catch up to you.

“No way.”

“Look, it’s been an hour. You should’ve had enough time to, I don’t know… Y/N, come on.”

“Never.” You leapt forward every time he got too close, which caused him to grunt out of annoyance every time you did it. The two of you were about half a mile ahead of the other walkers, who couldn’t keep up with the pace you had set that can’t even count as walking since you were basically running to escape the toxic boy. “Jungkook, don’t you know what ‘leave me alone’ means?”

He sighed. “I’m going to pretend not to know what that means until you let me-”

“I’m not going to let you get anywhere near me, okay? Is that so hard to understand?” You stepped over a log in the middle of the road, which you did so slowly that it enabled Jungkook to catch up to you. “Why aren’t you fucking one of the cute girls who were after you last week? What were their names again?”

“I don’t remember their- why are you even bringing this up?”

You ignored his question, and basically sprinted down the hill you guys just climbed up together. “Bye asshole!” It was the last thing you said before you gave in to the gravity that seemed to pull you down the hill so quickly. Closing your eyes, you focused on the feeling of running, the ground beneath you and the wind blowing in your face. It was almost like he wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey, Y/N!”

Jungkook repeated your name when you ignored him, but there was no way you would’ve listened to his screams. Why would you listen to him? He was probably trying to catch up to you by distracting you - that would totally be something he’d do, that filthy cheater.

But you were wrong to judge him that quickly.

“Watch out!”

It happened so quickly that you barely notice it. Something grabbed your leg and pulled your lower body into it and your upper body in the opposite direction. It occurred with so much force that you let out a choked scream amid falling - and one moment later, you felt your face hit the hard ground.

“Fuck!”

“Y/N? Y/N!” You’d barely groaned once before his hands grabbed your shoulder, shaking it frantically. He said something else after that, yet you couldn’t get yourself to understand what he was trying to say. Everything became blurry, the face looking down with genuine worry, the sounds coming from every direction, the feeling in your ankle. Perhaps that explains why it didn’t even hit you that he picked you up.

“Can you hear me?” He said, in a way that indicated that he’d said it several times before and it now rolled of the tongue more easily. “Y/N?”

“Y-yes…” you mumbled, pressing a cheek against his shoulder without realising it. It felt so distant, though you could feel his bones and muscles through the soft material of his sleeve. It felt pleasant, though it really shouldn’t be. You couldn’t help but get accustomed to it, feeling it rock back and forth like it was trying to comfort you.

Slowly, your senses came back to you, beginning at your head and spreading throughout your body until it even hit your toes.

Then you finally noticed that Jungkook had his hands on your ass.

A deafening scream filled your own ears that very second, which you didn’t even realise was your own until Jungkook looked down at you, startled. “W-what is it?” he said, seeing that you weren’t in any actual danger - at least, not in his eyes.

“Get. Your. Hands. Away. From. My. ASS!” you yelled, intentionally close to his ear so that he might actually go deaf.

“What are you- oh.” He swallowed. “But where else am I supposed to hold you? Besides, you have quite the nice-”

“Jeon Jungkook, I swear to god I’ll kill you if you dare finish that sentence.”

“Come on, I’m just telling the truth.”

“Shut up- fuck, that was my ankle!”

Jungkook had attempted to hold you in a different way, though he wasn’t particularly good at not twisting your limbs in all possible directions like a drawing doll. He didn’t even stop when he heard your painful whimpering, though that might have been caused by the fact that he was about to drop you because of his clumsiness. He stumbled forward whilst holding you that way, with a deep frown between his eyebrows from the amount of effort it cost him to keep you in his arms.

After a terrible struggle, he finally put you down on a rock by the hill and next to a stream, even placing your ankle on a sloped bit of it carefully so that you could rest. “Are you okay?” he said, still moving your leg around as though he was indecisive about the position it should stay in.

You nodded slowly, until you remembered it was Jungkook that was asking you this. “Yes, I’m fine. Let’s continue walking.” In a brave attempt at distancing yourself from him, you tried to stand up - before you even got the chance to take another step, you fell on your knees again from the pain in your ankle. “Ouch!”

“Jesus, Y/N, you haven’t even rested for a fucking minute. Can you at least wait until your leg doesn’t hurt again?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an order, emphasised by the fact that he pushed your leg down when you tried to raise it again.

Annoyed, you looked around, trying to see where the nearest part of the road was.

“Wait… why is there no road?”

Jungkook looked up from his twentieth attempt at keeping your legs down. “We’re to the left of the hill, so the same goes for the road… wait, didn’t you see where we were going?”

You squinted at him. “Uh, I was busy getting groped? Why would I look where we’re going?”

“Groping? I-I was trying to carry you!” A soft blush spread across his cheeks, his little head caught in the middle of that lie.

You pointed one finger at his face, which made him shrink reflexively. “Bullshit.”

“Y/N…”

“Stop lying to your perverted mind!”

He sighed. “Okay, okay, but I honestly can’t help myself when you have such a-”

“Don’t. Say. It.” You snapped your fingers when you noticed his eyes glide down your outfit, down to the point of interest like a vicious snake. Instinctively, you crossed your legs when you noticed him bite his lip. “Jesus, you’re such a horndog.”

“Can you please stop calling me that?” he said. “You always do that in front of Namjoon, too, and I don’t like it at all.”

“What else am I supposed to call you? JILF?”

“Oh for the love of GOD, no!” he nearly screamed at you, but he couldn’t stop you from bursting out laughing. “Why are you like this with me?”

You leaned back until your back hit the warm stone, which felt great after the intensive walking you’d done. From here you couldn’t see his face, either, which was an added bonus you hadn’t foreseen. “If that’s the only way to keep you away from me, then I’ll keep acting that way.”

“But what about the time you kissed me?”

You froze. “What?”

“You know,” Jungkook said, trying to sound as innocent as he could. God, what a jerk. “Last year? At Namjoon’s place?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered abruptly.

“You even said you liked it. Don’t you remember?”

Of course, you remembered. It had been neatly hidden in a corner of your memory that you didn’t ever look at, but that didn’t stop it from coming out sometimes, in the middle of the night, when you felt the safest.

“I’d never say that!” You snapped. “Never, Jungkook, never in a million years, would I call you a good kisser.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said, right before he pressed his lips against yours.

It went so quickly that you didn’t even get to push him away, and as soon as it happened, you were brought back to the last time this had happened. It was almost exactly one year ago, but it was still as good as it had been that time.

Wait, why were you enjoying yourself?

As soon as you could breathe again, you started spouting swear words at him at a high tempo that made him quietly stare at you, scared to speak back. It almost hurt your mouth, that was how much you were talking and screaming at him. You didn’t care, though - he deserved this, all of it. He deserved every word you said, every fist you raised at him. He’d deserved to hear it for a long time, but you’d never been brave enough to tell him. Now that you were, it felt so wonderful, so relieving. Why hadn’t you tried before?

The one second you closed your mouth again, he kissed you again.

You wanted to pull out of the kiss, but you couldn’t. No matter how much your mind told you to stop it, to get yourself away from him, it didn’t do anything. Instead, you felt yourself get pulled into him like he was quicksand waiting for the next victim that was you. It was so magnetic: from the way he kissed, so different from how you usually perceived him and yet so like the way he was a while ago, to the way he barely touched you at all, as though he was trying to be humble when that wasn’t like him at all. It was a slow grind, without too much excitement, but that made it so much more exciting in your mind, trying to reason why he was so different when he kissed you. He didn’t need to do much to make your stomach turn inside out. It was like you were experiencing butterflies for the first time again. Not that it was love, it just felt similar.

His hand cupped your jaw so nicely as he pulled you up into a sitting position that it felt as though he belonged right there, a mould to this outline of yours. His fingers tapped against your cheek as his tongue slipped in, making you gasp. You wanted this to last longer, much longer, until every muscle in your face went numb.

After several minutes, he pulled back, grinning childishly. “That was good, right?”

You couldn’t fully understand him, why he was trying to kiss you so well. Was he out of his mind now, just because he wanted to prove some kind of point? It didn’t make sense to you, that he’d kiss you simply because you’d insulted him. It wasn’t like him to give in to your demeaning comments, especially not after you’d made them so many times in the past. Why did he try so hard to impress you this time? Was there something more, something like an interest in you? Not that you could believe that he’d wanted you, specifically you, like he had said out loud - right on the day you decided you’d had enough of his presence.

Instead of answering his question, you stared back at him. His hand was still pressed against your cheek. It was the wing that enveloped your anger, that stopped you from answering in a way that didn’t even represent your feelings. It felt so safe, so comforting in that moment where you tried to make sense of everything he was doing that you couldn’t do anything but smile helplessly at the feeling. Maybe he really did like you. Maybe all his ridiculous behaviour had been caused by one simple thing, namely a crush on you he’d then tried to make mutual.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, his face going wild with shock at your sudden forwardness. Fuck it, you thought as you inched closer. Sometimes, the things you did didn’t have to make sense. They could be a one-time thing, a try-out of what might come.

The kiss was short, barely long enough to make Jungkook give in to it. When you pulled away from him, he raised an eyebrow at you, showing a bit of his previous cockiness. “So, you do want to do this!”

“What are you talking about?” you said, lying back down again.

Jungkook wasn’t happy with that response. “What am I talking about? You just kissed me!”

“Did I?” you asked, trying to hide a smile. “Aren’t you just imagining some dirty scenario in your head again?”

“God, will you ever leave me alone?” he sighed despairingly. “You know what? I bet you have thought about me that way too.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Oh, no way in hell I’d think about you like some kind of pervert? Kid, you look twelve in my eyes.”

“Where did that come from!?”

“I could ask you the same, Youngkook.”

“Stop abusing my name!” he whined, looking at you as though you’d insulted him even more than you had so far. Suddenly, he rose from his seat right next to you. “And I’ve seen you look at me, so you can’t pretend.”

You frowned. What the hell was he getting at? “Do you mean the times I’ve looked at you with a death-glare? ‘Cause that’s the only thing I can think of.”

To answer your question, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly started pulling it up. His back was turned toward you, but even from here you could see what he was getting at.

“Have you been working out?!” you exclaimed, seeing his prominent back muscles twitch with every inch he raised the shirt higher. Perhaps he didn’t look like a model you’d see on the cover of a fitness magazine, but he definitely wasn’t his lanky self anymore. Before you stood a man, not a boy as you’d always called him, not a trace of the softness you had expected to see.

He smirked at you. Of course, he knew what you’d expected, and seeing your surprise obviously was the desired result of his little experiment. “You didn’t know? Thought Namjoon would’ve- Wait!”

As he’d turned around to face you - showing his toned arms and chest off like it was nothing - you’d gotten up from your spot and approached him as carefully as you could. You couldn’t even pay attention to the slight pain in your ankle, that’s how focused you were on touching him.

Jungkook tensed up when you touched his stomach, which made him feel even harder against your finger. He didn’t feel like he was made of stone which was sometimes the case with ripped guys in your experience. He was soft, despite his pretty muscles. You approvingly nodded when you slid your hand down him to experience the feeling again. “Hm, I guess that’s a 7 out of 10?”

“Excuse me, I’m a 10 out of 10- or a 9, at the very least.” Jungkook grabbed your hand, guiding it down his stomach and then lower - right unto his crotch.

You thought you’d instinctively pull your hand away, but the only thing you were capable of doing was slowly wrap your hands around the fabric that covered his part. At first you hesitated, yet when curiosity got a hold of you, you did it well.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, his nails digging into your skin as you rubbed his part, exploring its size and its shape. “Stop that, Y/N.”

You looked up at his tense face. He was even biting his lip at the rubbing motions you made on him. “Are you that sensitive?”

“N-no…” he lied.

Your free hand slipped into his pants before you responded, which made him gasp so loudly that he muffled half of your response. “God, you really are a kid, aren’t you?” You wanted to say more, but the warmth of his cock distracted you. Quickly, you gave it a rough tug as best as you could when it was inside of his pants. This made Jungkook let out a choked swearword as his hand tried to stop you.

“Y/N, w-we’re on a hiking tr-trip…” he whispered, as though an excuse like that would stop you. He grabbed your hand that was inside of his pants and tried to pull it out, which you bravely struggled against.

You shrugged. “So what? They can’t see us here anyways, right?” The little smile that curved your lips so delicately made him swallow uncomfortably. “Besides, wasn’t it your intention to fuck me on this trip?”

“Why- I’d never… it wouldn’t even cross my mind,” he said as seriously as he could with your hand still squeezing him. You could already feel him harden against your touch, which made you quite proud of your own skills.

You raised one eyebrow at him, so unimpressed with that excuse that you couldn’t even laugh. “So, you’re saying that you went on this trip to bond with the old ladies.”

“I… Yes?” he bit his lip when you squeeze him even harder. “Ah~ a little softer, okay?”

Not that you’d listen to that suggestion. “Man, I didn’t know you were into older women.”

“Wh-! I swear, I can’t ever relax around you.” He grumbled some unintelligible complaints after that, probably about your clever insult. “So I guess you like young boys?”

“We’re not that far apart, right?” you asked. “God, this is really…” your fingers reached for the button on his pants so you could give yourself some more space to move.

“Didn’t you say I was, what twelve?” He said, right as you pulled his pants down.

Without saying another word to him or looking at his size, you squeezed him again - even harder this time, so he tensed up from head to toe as his throat produced tortured sounds. “Don’t you dare, chipmunk- Or do you want me to stop?”

“No! I mean- no, please continue,” he begged, his hand reaching down to make your hand move again.

“Woah, woah, woah!” you said, taking your hand off his dick. “Too late now, darling~ If you’re gonna insult me, you better know I’m gonna change my mind.” Slowly, your eyes lowered their gaze to his part, which instantly made you regret your decision. After this little foreplay, he’d already gotten deep pink and rock hard, making you see how big he really was - a lot bigger than you’d expected little conceited Jungkook to be.

“I’m sorry, okay? Let me show you w-what I can do… please.”

You pretended not to hear him for a hot minute, staring at his cock just standing up right there. If you hadn’t imagined fucking him before, you were now - he might not have been the biggest you’d ever seen, that didn’t stop his cock from being really pretty and nicely sized. “Hm… I guess I could give you a try if I really wanted to…”

Before you’d even finished your sentence, Jungkook leapt forward excitedly and started unbuttoning your blouse rapidly. You said his name, a little overwhelmed by how quickly he was trying to undress you, but it had something amusing about it. Around the girls that were always surrounding him, following him around wherever he went, he never acted like this. He always acted as the arrogant boy you’d taken him to be, never serious with any of those girls that were so desperate for him. And now, you’d gotten him desperate for you.

“One quick question…” you said, seeing him unhook your bra like it was something he’d done many times before. “And this is serious: why aren’t you with any of those girls? Y’know, the ones that swarm around you like fangirls.”

“Why would I want to be with them?” Jungkook responded, looking at your breasts as he spoke. “Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot… just look at these!” He grabbed one of your exposed breasts gently and smiled like an idiot. “God, I can’t wait to see you fully naked.”

“This is why you’re a kid to me, Jungkook,” you mumbled, unable to hide how flattered you were, though you wouldn’t’ve been if he’d said it two hours earlier.

He sighed. “Which is why you’re naked. Wanting to fuck me.”

“I didn’t say that!” you responded, but you kind of wanted to admit that he was right.

He smiled sheepishly before he kissed your neck, pulling the last piece of fabric that covered you down at the same time. By doing this, he intentionally touched your ass, after which he chuckled amusedly. “You really do have a nice ass.”

“Shut up and get this started already,” you snapped at him.

“Okay then,” he said, and he grabbed you by your legs to lift you up with one smooth movement, right on top of his cock.

You yelped in surprise, thinking he’d drop you like he’d almost done the last time he’d picked you up - but soon, you were too distracted by him entering you. “Oh my… g-god… You’re so big…” Was all you managed to say for a moment, feeling him fill you up entirely right from the get-go. “H-h… Don’t you have a condom?”

“Aren’t you on… the pill?” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, fuck…” Why did he know that? You wanted to ask him, but-

You yelled when you realised he wasn’t fully inside of you yet, pushing into you even further after he’d said that. Reflexively, your walls clenched down on him with all their strength. A moan so loud that it sounded like he was already climaxing came out of his mouth, sending an electric shiver up your spine. You weren’t even that wet yet, but slowly it started to heat up. Not much longer and you’d be dripping on the floor, despite how little foreplay there had been.

“P-plea… not that tight,” he moaned into your ear, grabbing onto your legs more tightly just as you tightened your grip on his back. “I’ll faint if you keep… oh~”

You tried your best to relax in this position, which luckily went well. Jungkook sighed in relief and didn’t move, though he didn’t keep that up for long: he wanted to feel you around him, and you wanted him inside of you, stretching you out as much as he possibly could.

Slowly but surely, he raised your body so that his length wasn’t fully inside. It was very exhausting, judging by his facial expression. He really was in agony, having waited so long to finally do this - but so were you, trying your best not to climax yet. How was it possible that you were already so close? He hadn’t even really done anything yet, but it was still too much to take up for you.

“I’ve waited s-so long… and now I can’t even…” he moaned, lowering you onto him as carefully as he could, as though not to send him over the edge in a split second.

You bit your lip. “This is fast enough, Jungkook.”

“Y-yeah… okay…”

He quickly raised your ass this time, nearly letting go off you when he reached the highest point - and you slammed into him. It was so rough that you moaned against his ear. “Yes… oh fuck yes…”

“Do you like that?” he groaned, lifting you up again.

“Fuck I do, baby… Come on, again…”

This time, your eyes rolled back so far that you went blind, though the feeling that he spread inside of you totally made up for that. You bit your lip, strained from how amazing he felt inside of you. “Oh, yes~”

“Damnit, you sound so hot when you moan,” he mumbled, before doing the same thing over and over again.

It barely took more than three times for everything to become blurry around you and for the feeling inside of your stomach to burn like hellfire - and surely, you came, followed by him after he’d thrust two more times. He released his load inside of you, though you didn’t even notice - everything was purple and red, hot and ice cold at the same time, was numb and extremely sensitive at the same time. You moaned loudly, hearing nothing else but your own voice as you writhed against him. Though the act itself was extremely short, the time it took you to recover was long, even for normal sex.

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook gently put you down on the floor again, completely broken from holding you in the air for so long and having sex with you at the same time. “Fuck, that was good.”

You groaned something that was supposed to be a yes, as you started putting your clothes back on. “God, they’re gonna be miles ahead of us now.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, before it dawned on him. “Oh… fuck.”

“Yeah.” You swallowed, looking up as you put on the flower blouse. “Do you think they heard us?”

He stared back at you before you both burst out laughing. “I hope not.”

You noticed that your ankle didn’t hurt anymore and quickly started walking, not waiting for Jungkook to finish getting dressed. He’d catch up with you in a second anyways - after all, no one can escape Jeon Jungkook. “I told them you’re my ex, so I hope they’re too gullible to believe that…”

“You told them what?!” he exclaimed. “Wait a minute… that’s why that old lady was looking at me like that! Oh my god, I can’t believe you’d actually do that. I can’t believe it.”

“Shut up and start running,” you giggled, walking slowly despite what you’d said. You didn’t want to catch up to the rest yet after that experience.

Jungkook caught up to you and grabbed your arm. “So… what are we going to tell them? They must’ve noticed.”

“That you fell and I tried to carry you until you could walk again,” you said casually.

“You mean that I carried you!” He shook his head. “Why am I even here?”

You laughed, patting him on the back apologetically. “You’ll have to stand me for one more week, at the very least.”

He sighed despairingly. “No~ that means I’ll have to get you to fall again… and again…”

“And I’ll be glad to help this time,” you said, grinning idiotically because you never thought you’d be saying something like that to Jungkook.

He smiled. “So shall we do it again, right now?”

“Jungkook!” you said, noticing the rest of the people, still far ahead of you.

You didn’t regret this after all, you thought, staring at the boy beside you.

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