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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Chapter 32 - Yoongi]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Warnings: way too many emotions omfg, sub!Yoongi, emotional kissing, kneeling, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, sex against a window, spooning sex on a sofa, holy fuck I don’t even know what to say, he opens up to her and it’s so emotional and fucking raw and I just want to scream

Wordcount: 9.1k

a/n: *breaks down in tears* also sidenote, the oral sex part of this scene was the yoongi smut scene which i deleted accidentally. the pain is still here

Yoongi isn’t in his wing when you come back up to return the keys. Nor in his music room nor in his study and neither in his bedroom. You close the door to his wing behind you, walking down the hallways. He isn’t in the kitchen either nor in the grande dining hall. You have already given up hope of finding him tonight, when you suddenly see light coming from the sitting room.

You quicken your steps, squeezing the keys in your hand. The door is merely leaned closed, opening easily when you press your palm against it. It squeaks loudly. And there he is, having his head turned to you and with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“You actually came”, he says dryly, studying you from head to toe.

You step into the room and close the door behind you.

“Yeah, uh I did”, you murmur, fumbling with the keys.

Your eyes meet.

“Do you want to join me for a drink?” he offers.

You hesitate for a moment, you really do. Mostly because the thing which had happened a mere hour ago was still haunting your mind. How he held you gently and kissed you softly. You blink quickly to get rid of the memory.

“Sure, why not”, you say, forcing a smile to your lips.

By the time you join him on the couch, Yoongi has already poured you a drink. He hands it to you, expression just as cold as usual. The keys you have placed on the table next to the bourbon bottle. He watches you retreat your hand.

“So how was the talk? Did you get the answer you wanted?” he asks you.

“I was...” you falter, lowering your eyes to the glass, “...I was too scared of it, so I didn’t ask.”

“Mhm. I see.”

“But he told me where Namjoon could be.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”, you nod your head, “he wasn’t sure, but he heard Namjoon talk about a finca somewhere along Rias Altas to his creations before all of this went down, so maybe start looking there?”

“Huh, well what a pleasant surprise, I was sure that this conversation would be fruitless.”

“I told you” you look at him with dark eyes, “I told you last time, if only you had given me five more minutes I would have gotten the answer out of him, but of course you doubted my abilities.”

Yoongi studies you from head to toe.

“Are you surprised? Even now, I can smell that you also fed him some blood”, he states, sipping on his whiskey afterwards.

Your heart stops for the briefest of moments.

“Excuse me?” you gasp, scared to look at him and yet your eyes flit up.

He lets them linger on yours for a moment before he looks away.

“Relax, I knew you would. Don’t worry, one little bag of blood to a vampire in his state is the equivalent of taking three bites of pasta for a starving human”, he looks back at you, “your deed was noble, but didn’t help him shit.”

You gulp, stomach twisting painfully.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper.

Yoongi scoffs and laughs, leaning back on the couch. Why is he laughing?

“Not in a million years would I have thought to hear those words from you”, he says, still laughing, “what’s with the sudden change in manners ___?”

This is the third time he is doing it. He is calling you by your name. It is weird hearing him use your name to address you. It makes the conversation you were having so much more real.

“I’m-“, you lower your head, “-trying to be nicer to you. After all, you did save my life. Multiple times actually.”

Yoongi lets his eyes race over your features. He straightens up with a sigh, closing the distance between you and him slightly. You can smell the whiskey on his lips and the cologne on his neck.

“We both know this isn’t true”, he says, tilting his head to the side, “tell me what you really want.”

“I-I d-don’t want anything from you”, you stutter.

“I can hear how your heart is racing in your throat”, he says, eyes flickering up red for the briefest of moments, “so tell me honestly. Why did you join me for a drink? Why are you so nice to me? Is it so I would release Taehyung earlier than planned?”

He saw right through you. What to do? Shall you try to deny it and risk getting called out on your lies? Should you tell him the truth and risk angering him?

“I count your silence and ragged breathing as a yes”, he says dryly, leaning back on the couch again, “go on then, convince me ___.”

Your breath hitches, your eyes landing on his crotch. Of course he would want that. You knew he would. With your throat feeling dry you get to your knees on the couch and break the distance between you and him. Your fingers land on the button of his pants.

“What is it you think you are doing?” he hisses, fingers closing around your wrist.

“You, you wanted me to convince you”, you stutter, eyes racing between his’.

“I meant with your words” he spits, “not your body”, he growls and pushes you away.

Your back collides with the armrest of the couch, knocking the air out of you. You are left staring at him, shocked to the core.

“I’m so confused.”

“What’s there to be confused about? Use your words, convince me”, he says, fixing his pants.

You blink rapidly, mouth opening and closing.

“Speak”, he orders you in a growl.

“Oh, ah”, you cough twice, “yeah sure, uhm. Could you release Taehyung sooner than planned?”

Yoongi scoffs.

“So that was your big plan? To straight up ask me?”

You nod, gnawing on your lower lip. Yoongi scoffs again and takes a sip of his whiskey.

“And why should I?”

“Because Taehyung is already suffering enough with the loss of Jimin, he doesn’t need to be locked up in a dungeon on top of that”, you say and you can see how honest surprise washes over Yoongi's face.

“Taehyung is grieving?”

“Yes, very much so”, you can feel how your heart grows heavy in your chest, “he thinks we don’t understand his pain and that we are happy Jimin is dead.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue and as if on command all of the emotion on his face disappears.

“Jimin deserved what he got.”

“Maybe he did, but maybe we should have also considered the option that he didn’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Have you ever asked yourself why Jimin died? Why was he so far away from Taehyung when they clearly wanted to run away together? It would have been logical for him to stay by Taehyung’s side and not die so far away from him.”

Yoongi drinks his whiskey, eyes racing from side to side as he thinks of a logical solution.

“What if Jimin protected Taehyung?”

“No”, Yoongi says and shakes his head, “he’d never do that.”

“But if he did? What if he deserved a chance just like Taehyung does? What if he just needed one last chance? Just one more? What if this one last chance would have been enough to finally save him?”

Yoongi scoffs again, shaking his head.

“I guess we will never know”, he says dryly, downing his whiskey in one go. He pours himself a second glass, dark eyes focused on the outside world.

“Yeah, I guess”, you take a shaky breath, “and that is the fucked up part here”, you add in a whisper.

The whiskey tastes bitter on your tongue. Not just because whiskey is supposed to taste bitter, but also because of all the guilt you were feeling. Never in your life would you have thought that a day would come when you would feel guilty for Jimin's death. But hearing Taehyung talk so highly about his best friend and having to hold him as he cried for countless minutes, changed you.

“So that’s why I’m asking you to let him out sooner than planned. Taehyung is suffering enough already.”

The fire sings its song behind you, warming your back. Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey and then another one. He straightens up again, pulling one leg up on the couch.

“Please?” you add, pouting.

Another sip. His dark eyes are glued to the outside world, his jaw is tensed.

“Yoongi? Are you hearing me?”

"Yes."

"So? What say you?"

He stands up and walks over to the big windows. His arms are behind his back, his whiskey glass tangling between two of his fingers. He looks like a prince in this light, with the moonlight outlining his silhouette and the snowfall as his backdrop. White silk shirt tucked into tight black linen pants and raven hair shimmering in the lights of the fire. He really does look like a prince. Beautiful, with his skin glimmering silver just like Taehyung's always does.

“Give me this night to think about it”, he says then and you could have sworn you actually squealed in excitement.

“Thank you Yoongi!” you jump up from the sofa to rush to his side, “seriously, thank you so much!” and because you were far too happy for your own good, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek without thinking any of it. You just wanted to thank him.

His glass slips out of his fingers and lands on the floor in a loud shatter.

Yoongi looks at you with his lips parted and his eyes comically big.

Embarrassment floods your system in an instant. What is it with you and being a total goddamn idiot?

“Oh my god, Yoongi. I am so sorry, I don’t-“

Yoongi kisses you. The air gets knocked out of you, the glass falls from your fingers. His arms close around your body, one hand is in your hair and the other on your lower back. You whimper and gasp as Yoongi presses you against his chest, keeping you so close it feels as if he wanted to melt with you. You stumble, grasping his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall.

Yoongi sighs. Your back comes in contact with the window, cold seeps its way through your clothes immediately. Oh how you are shivering and not from the sensation.

The kiss deepens, Yoongi presses himself closer until you can’t help but feel warm just because of his body heat. His fingers twist in your hair at the same moment as a quiet whimper left his chest and his tongue licked over your lips.

Oh what a weak woman you are, you think, as you feel your own body draw closer to him. Your fingers entangle in his hair, your lips part. He tastes like whiskey. Oh what a contrast to his tender lips.

The kiss breaks then. His excited breathing fans over your face, his forehead is pressed against yours.

“Can I have you?” he asks, rubbing his nose up and down the slope of yours, “just like this. Right here and now?”

You have fallen too much already. Your body has been bewitched. Is it vampire magic or honest attraction? You don’t know the answer to it, but you don’t care because the feeling is addicting.

“Yes”, you say, twisting his hair.

“___”, Yoongi claims your lips in one last kiss before breaking it and falling to his knees.

“Oh?”

He pulls your pants down, helping you step out of them. Then he leans down, doing the unthinkable of kissing the instep of your foot.

“Okay, what the?”

He breaks the kiss with a sigh, eyes flitting up to meet yours. The devotion in them steals your breath away. Then he leans in, connecting his eager mouth with your inner thigh and kissing his way up to your core. Your breath hitches with each inhale you do. This view is fascinating. Min Yoongi on his knees, looking up at you after he kissed your foot. You must be in the wrong movie.

Yoongi moves, using his teeth to rip your panties off in one swift movement.

“Jesus, what are you doing?”

He spits the ruined fabric on the floor and looks at your core. His eyes sparkle as if he is looking at his goddess. He connects his mouth with your core a second later, eliciting a gasp from you.

“Okay, fuck”, you groan, stumbling in surprise.

Yoongi moans, burying his face deeper in your pussy. His mouth is working desperately, filling his veins with your taste and making you feel lightheaded in the process. His strong arms are cradling your legs, big hands resting on your butt and massaging it softly.

Yoongi draws closer, forcing you to take a step back. Your head hits the window, your back arches off of the cold glass.

“Oh god Yoongi”, you croak, knees buckling when Yoongi sucks your clit between his teeth and swirls his tongue over it. Only a second later and he has released you of the sweet torture, now using his entire mouth again to taste you.

Sweet, sweet nectar coats his throat, forcing his veins to appear on his porcelain cheeks. And yet you don’t see them. You don’t see the veins or how Yoongi’s thighs rub together or how he looks up at you with utter submission in his gaze. You don’t see anything except colourful stars behind squeezed shut eyes.

“Fuck princess”, he croaks, squeezing your thighs, “holy fuck.”

Indeed. Holy fuck. Yoongi is making you feel so fucking good that you feel dizzy.

"You taste so fucking good", he chokes out, using his tongue to give himself more of your taste.

It makes you shiver in the process, hips chasing his tongue and pussy burning up. He is so hot. Taehyung spoke of how vampires will become warmer when consuming fresh blood and yet it seems that all it takes for Yoongi to burn up is your sweet taste.

His fingers are prickling, electrifying to feel on your body. They are running up and down your thighs, exploring your lower back each time he grips you tighter.

"Seriously...fuck", you let out, sneaking just one glance down at him. This is all it takes to make him feel a million times better.

His eyes are dark red, bordering black and while it was intended by nature to inflict fear, all it does is turn you on. Yoongi carries so much submission in his gaze. If his position wasn’t so giving of his current mental state, his eyes tell you everything you need to know.

"You're crazy, seriously crazy", you moan.

Yoongi agrees with a hungry growl, lifting himself enough that he can smother himself with your pussy. The position is uncomfortable, straining his neck. Yoongi could change it, make it more comfortable for his own sake. But he doesn’t want to. He wants to feel the way his neck bends back, if that means that he can look at your face as he is feeding on you.

He takes the tremble he forces out of you, picking up the new droplets of your pleasure with eager licks of his tongue.

"Ah, yes", you sigh, trembling once again. He is so good. He is seriously so good. Slow and yet eager. Gentle and yet desperate. Tender and yet hungry. It is obvious that he is holding back, that he is making this all about you. Yoongi could treat you differently. You know that he could, the reminders of all the places he ruined you in are imminent in your brain. He could ruin you, break you with just a flick of his tongue, corrupt you. But he doesn’t. He treats you with utter care tonight and it is driving you up the wall.

Or in your case, up the window. Just as Yoongi drags his hot tongue through your folds, your body moves against the cold glass in a sensual squirm. Yoongi welcomes your body movements with eager hands, using his long fingers to massage your hips.

He looks at your face again, having to growl. He parts your folds with his tongue before using nothing but its tip to explore your clit. He feels your pulse under his tongue, hears it too. Just as he hears your thoughts. They are scrambled.

This feels so good. Fuck, he's on his knees. This is crazy. Why is he on his knees? He kissed my foot. Yoongi. Fuck I literally can’t. He's on his knees.

Yoongi moans, pressing himself closer.

"Ah", you let out, gasping for air.

This feels so good. Holy fuck this feels so good. Oh no, I'm slipping.

"Yoongi I-"

Yoongi throws your leg over his shoulder before you can even tell him about your weak knees. Like this your pussy is so perfectly presented to him.

Yoongi breaks away, letting his eyes flit down. His vision is blurry, but he doesn’t care. He can see her, she may be hidden behind the blurry curtain of closeness and his instincts, but he can see her. He groans, placing his hands right next to your pussy. He squeezes desperately, forcing your legs to open just slightly.

He darts his tongue out and licks your pussy. He starts at the bottom until finishing on your clit, using the flat of his tongue to get as much of your taste as possible.

He could get more. He would just have to slip inside, use his curse to its advantage and explore your insides with his gluttonous tongue. Yoongi fears however that if he gave in tonight, he would never come back from whatever madness he is riding on.

He draws back with a shaky exhale, forcing his tongue to return to normality.

"Princess", he croaks, making you look down at him with half-lidded eyes. He rests his head against your lower stomach and dances his hands to your lower back.

"Yoongi", you gasp, eyes widening.

"Princess…"

He squeezes you, turning his head just to press his lips into your lower stomach. He inhales and exhales, shoulders shaking in what looks like emotion. You can't make out what exact emotion it is, but you know that Yoongi must have something really intense going on inside of him.

"Fuck, ___", he presses out, burying his face back in your core.

"Oh, ah, hah", you close your eyes, "this is literally s-so good."

He is making out with your clit, licking and sucking on her while his hands are traveling to your ass. He keeps one resting on your buttock, using the other to outline your leg, which he so perfectly threw over his shoulder.

He is burning up. With each second, he is burning up more and more. He never told you, but you have the softest skin. His fingers haven’t touched such softness in centuries. He loves touching it. He seriously does.

He takes your clit between his pouty lips and forces her to throb. Your knees buckle, Yoongi supports you easily. You gasp, Yoongi soaks it up gladly. You cover his chin with your pleasure, Yoongi tastes it happily. Because this is his destiny tonight. He is destined to accept whatever you give him gratefully. The world carved him just so one day he could be on his knees in front of the only woman who manages to make him want to be gentle.

"I'm close", you press out, reaching for his hair. You twist it, eliciting shivers to run down his spine.

Yoongi already forgot that he is able to shiver and now that he did, it forces him closer. Closer and closer and closer. Closer to his favourite taste and favourite scent and perhaps biggest damnation. And as he draws closer and his tongue glides over your clit, there is only one single thought repeating itself in your mind.

He's going to make me cum.

Yoongi goes dizzy at the volume your thoughts are coursing through your brain and he does everything in his power to bring you to where you taste the sweetest.

"Yoongi", his name in your voice sounds like honey to his ears, "I'm cumming."

He welcomes it with a ready mouth, eyes glued to your face. It is barely possible to look at you, now that your hand is holding his hair so tightly. But Yoongi manages. He will manage everything if it means that you can climax on his tongue.

He groans, trembling right with you. You taste so fucking divine and Yoongi has to do everything in his power to keep his fangs hidden.

"Oh god, stop", you whimper, squirming in his hold, "stop Yoongi, stop."

He is greedy. No. Gluttonous. He wants more. So much more in fact that he can feel his mouth lock itself on your pussy. His instinct is to bite and rip. He obviously doesn’t. Instead he sucks and licks and tortures your poor, overstimulated clit until it is throbbing.

"Slow please. Oh god, it’s so - ah! Slow!"

You are fleeing, writhing away. Yoongi takes your other leg and throws it over his shoulder as well, barely feeling your weight. His arms are cradling you, supporting your squirming hips and holding them in place.

"Holyfuckinghellwhatthefuck", your words become a jumble of words, your voice is pitched, "yoongislowohgod."

Yoongi moans, pressing himself closer. He knows you have it in you. He knows you can give him more. You are just one second away from it. One flick of his tongue, one eager suck. You can do it. One flick. Give him more. One suck. Yes. Finally you are tensing. One suck. One flick.

"Yoongi", you squeak out, gasping a second later when he surprises you by making you squirt all over his tongue, "wait, holy fuck wait I am- ah!"

Your body convulses and each time it does, you feel your hottest pleasure squirt out of you. And holy fuck, it feels so good.

"I'm sorry. I, I can’t stop. I can’t- ah, ah! Ah!"

Yoongi hears how good you feel but how embarrassing you think this is. How you fear that you are totally repulsive now that you are wetting his face with your cum whilst wishing for more at the same time. Yoongi shows you with hungry slurps and guttural moans that there was nothing better tasting in this world than your orgasm and that he is grateful for every second of your sweet shower.

He only finishes once you are wincing in true overstimulation. He releases your pussy, staying close for the sole purpose of inhaling your scent. You smell especially mellifluous after a good orgasm. You tremble so sweetly in his arms, Yoongi doesn’t want to set you down just yet.

"Princess fuck", he rasps, lifting his head. Your orgasm is dripping from his hair, glimmering on his pretty lashes, his face is glistening in it too.

"Yoongi I didn’t mean to."

"Thank you", he breathes.

“W-what?”

“Thank you”, he repeats. His cheeks are wetter than before. Was it truly just your high which left them in such a state? “thank you so much.”

You should be the one, who feels completely wrecked and yet it is Yoongi, who seems to shiver more than you do, barely managing to set you down.

"Princess."

"Yoongi…"

Yoongi comes up and cups your face, resting his forehead against yours. He is shaking, eyes closed and lips parted in ragged breaths.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “holy fuck, princess”, he croaks and then he kisses you. He kisses you so deeply that you feel dizzy, feeding you the taste of you. Oh how tightly he holds you. How much he trembles. You touch his chest, feeling it lift in a shaky inhale.

He sighs and starts licking into your mouth almost hungrily. There is urgency in his kisses. He doesn’t kiss you like he did back in the music room. The tenderness was still present and yet his tongue carried desperation. And as Yoongi presses you against the window with his hips the desperation repeats itself between his legs. He grinds against your stomach, eliciting a sigh from you and him.

“Can I have you more?” his voice carried the weight of a plea, “do you want me?”

“Yes Yoongi, I do”, you whisper.

“Fuck”, he croaks and kisses you again.

Pants get pulled down and taken off, shirts get ripped open and discarded on the floor. Only your bra he leaves on, keeping his torso covered as well. Yoongi picks you up without struggle and presses you against the window. You gasp, goosebumps rising all over your body now that you are so naked and bared.

“It’s cold”, you whine.

“Not for long”, he rasps, eyes meeting yours, “I’ll warm you up”, he adds, sinking you down on his length slowly.

“Oh god Yoongi”, you groan, eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes princess, yes. Take me, yes. Take all of me."

Yoongi presses himself closer and bottoms out. He shudders, moaning shakily. His hot breath tickles your neck, his lips follow.

"You did it, princess. You have me, all of me", he whispers, "how do I feel?"

"Good, so good."

"Oh princess…" he presses out and kisses your neck, doing so slowly. No bites, no teeth, not even sucking. Just kisses. As if he wanted to worship your body with his lips. There it is again. That tenderness, that softness as if he was too scared to hurt you. It leaves you feeling breathless.

“___”, Yoongi sighs before he starts to move. Slow rocks of his hips, tender kisses on your neck, a gentle grasp of his fingers. This isn’t at all how you know him. Almost as if he was a completely different person. And for an unexplainable reason it sends electricity all through your body.

“Hold onto me”, he tells you in a whisper and as you wrap your arms around him and run your fingers through his hair, Yoongi moans. Maybe your ears deceived you, but there was so much sadness in that sound, almost as if he tried to cover up a sob instead.

“Don’t let go of me, hold onto me. I promise, I’ll hold you”, he whispers, kissing your jawline, “don’t let go of me.”

That begging, those words, this desperation. You have already experienced this before. The night when you and Taehyung slept with each other for the first time. Back then you were confused as to why he acted so completely different all of a sudden. And that is when it dawns on you. Humanity. It came back to him that night. Just as it does for Yoongi right now. The kneeling, his devotion, the tenderness. Yoongi is finally feeling again. You can’t lose this moment. This is his opportunity.

You tug at his hair, making him lift his head. His dark brown eyes greet you, sparkling in the moonlight and reflecting the snowfall outside. His cheeks have gained colour, his lips are parted. He is breathing shakily, your name rolls over his lips without sound. Closer he presses himself, allowing soft moans to escape him.

You cup his cheek, closing your legs around him. He whimpers, eyebrows furrowing and eyes racing between yours.

“Kiss me Yoongi”, you whisper, clenching down on him.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and groans, hips faltering for a moment. With his lips quivering in a silent sob, he closes the distance between you and him. He kisses you sloppily, with passion and in need. He kisses you until your head feels dizzy and his length is soaked in your arousal. He kisses you until your lips are tender and your lungs ache for air. He moves through the room with you in his arms as he kisses you. It is fast, you can feel how your bodies cut through the air.

Then you feel softness against your skin. Yoongi placed you down on the sofa. He is behind you, his arms slung around your body. You are so close to him.

“Isn’t the snowfall nice?” he says, lips ghosting over your neck. He is rubbing his length against your thigh, spreading his arousal all over your skin.

“Y-yeah”, you choke out.

“I think so too”, he says and kisses your neck again. He wraps his arms around you, sighing your name as he does. You shiver in his hold, pressing closer all on your own. Yoongi slips into you again, making both of you moan.

“That’s so good”, he whispers, hugging you tighter, “it’s so good.”

He is going just as slowly as he did before, wanting to savour this moment for as long as possible. He is so deep in this position, crazing your special spot with every roll of his hips. It makes you moan oh so sweetly, chest heaving up and down in desperate pants.

“Is that good for you?” he makes sure, big hand massaging your breast through your bra.

“Mhm, yeah, ah.”

“I’m glad”, he whispers, burying his face in your neck. He moans and whimpers, hugging you closer to his body. He is so hot and you are sure that if his heart was still beating, it would be racing right now.

“And what about this? Does this feel good for you?” he whispers and connects his thumb with your clit.

“Oh”, you groan and need to gasp for air. His thumb feels rough on your skin, but most of all it makes your stomach clench in hot pleasure, “oh god, don’t stop, oh god please.”

He will make you cum if he continues what he is doing. Any minute now and your body will be shaking.

“That’s it, pull me in”, he moans, hugging you tighter. His body rubs against yours, warm and soft. His hand slips under your bra, cupping your naked breast.

“Ah Yoongi”, you gasp, nipple hardening immediately.

“Say it again.”

“Yoongi?”

“Yes, oh fuck, ___”, he moans. He kisses your neck, lips wet and parted in continuous moans. It is like he wants to merge with you. He is holding you so tightly, not even the dust particles in the air could part you. His length swells inside of you, filling you up even more perfectly.

“You’re perfect”, he sighs, sending warmth through your body with the way he massages your breast, "holy fuck, you’re perfect", he whispers, “did he ever tell you that? Did he tell you that you are perfect?” he asks, pressing his thumb closer to your clit.

“I’m close”, you whimper, the sensations are too much.

He cups your cheek and tilts your head back. There is so much warmth in his eyes.

“Let go”, he whispers and goes to kiss you.

One last flick of his thumb and you are clenching down on him. Yoongi swallows every moan you have to offer, caressing your cheek as you are shaking in his arms. Once your orgasm dies down he breaks the kiss, smiling down at you. You are breathless, frozen in the best way.

“Say it again”, he breathes.

“Yoongi”, you whisper.

“Oh god yes, ___”, he moans, voice pitched. His face scrunches up, mouth falling open and eyes closing. He whimpers and freezes up, “___”, your name stumbles over his pouty lips and then his seed covers your walls, his arms almost breaking you from how tightly he holds you.

This is the first time you see him actually enjoy his orgasm. In the past it was as if his climax didn’t even affect him, maybe even as if it bored him. So seeing him so totally out of breath and with his face scrunched up and heated in bliss, it hits places on your heart you really didn’t want to be hit at tonight.

“Fuck”, he chokes out and then his body grows limp, head falling into the cushions. He pulls you into his chest. You are resting on his upper arm and Yoongi takes the cushion, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

“This was nice”, he whispers, slurring his words slightly.

“Yes, I think so too”, you say quietly, still trying to figure out what to do with that fluttering heart of yours.

Yoongi cuddles closer, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"Did you feel good?" he asks, voice chocolaty sweet.

"Yes."

"Good", he kisses your hair, "that's good."

You shiver, finding yourself draw into him. He is so tender. It sounds oh so silly but you really missed being treated like that. Just hugs and cuddles after slow fucking. You shiver again, drawing his arm closer around your body.

“Are you cold?” he asks, giving you a squeeze.

“No, uhm”, you look at your intertwined fingers, “maybe a little bit.”

“Yeah? I can get you a blanket if you want me to”, he offers, kissing the shell of your ear repeatedly.

“Uhm, oh, ah yeah that’d be nice”, you stutter.

“Be right back”, he says, removing himself from your body.

Yoongi returns with your clothes and a blanket. He hands the clothes to you. He also had put his pants back on. His shirt is sticking to his torso now that he was so terribly heated.

"I ripped your shirt", he confesses and chuckles shyly, "I'll stitch it up, promise."

“No it’s fine, thanks”, you accept your clothes, putting them back on.

“There you go, the blanket”, he says softly and drapes the blanket over your naked shoulder, “that should keep you warm for now”, he adds, showing off his gums as he sends you a smile.

“Thank you”, you croak out, overwhelmed with his caring heart. His smile is blinding. Why is he never showing it? It is literally so beautiful.

Yoongi gives your head a little pat and then sits down on the couch so you and him would be facing each other. He stretches his legs out, nudging your hip with his toes.

“We’ll talk to Taehyung tomorrow. Alright?” he says, voice warm and soft.

“Wait”, you look at him with widened eyes, “really? So you’ll release him?”

He nods and smiles softly.

“Wow this is”, you laugh breathlessly, “amazing news. Thank you Yoongi, you are awesome.”

He lowers his head shyly.

“It’s nothing really”, he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“I think it’s really…” you move closer, making yourself comfortable between his legs. Yoongi stares at you as if you were the ghost of his dead grandmother, not knowing where to put his hands. You rest your back against his chest, head falling on his shoulder. Yoongi exhales shakily, doing so to cover up the sniffle which escaped. But you heard it and ignored it, not wanting to scare him into turning off his humanity again.

“…I think it’s really nice of you to do”, you whisper, pulling the blanket over both your bodies.

Some time passes in which you and Yoongi share silence and watch the falling snow. Yoongi basically panted for the first five minutes of being so close, but calmed down as time passed. Now all you hear is his steady breathing and the occasional lick he does when he sips on his whiskey. Yoongi got new glasses and prepared both of you a new drink. At first you thought that he wouldn’t return to his previous position, but he did. You didn’t call him out on it, not when he sent you such an unsure look. So you quietly opened the blanket for him and allowed him to return to his spot.

You are starting to become sleepy. He is so warm, he really is. And with the fire crackling in the background, you felt so comfortable that you felt sleepy. His fingers dance up and down your stomach, only adding to the relaxation.

Yoongi has his eyes closed. He is happy that you can’t see him, because he normally doesn’t close his eyes around other people. It makes him too vulnerable. In this moment however, all he wanted to do was to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

“Yoongi?” your soft voice pulled him back.

“Yes?”

“Do you think that we would have been able to save Jimin?”

“Stop dwelling on things we can’t change”, he answers you, surprised to feel a weird lump forming in his chest.

“I just feel so guilty. Jimin seemed different when he talked to me.”

Yoongi sends you a glance.

“He talked about my magic ring and how it made his brain scramble. He told me that he hears voices in the back of his head and that Namjoon put them in there.”

“He said that?” Yoongi sounds genuinely surprised.

“Yes”, you nod your head, "what if Jimin never wanted to be evil, but was made to be? What if Tae is right and we could have saved him?”

“I don’t know��, Yoongi answers you and all of a sudden he felt so terribly guilty. He knows it wasn’t his fault, but he still feels guilty.

“Why did you spare Taehyung? Why is he so different from Jimin?”

"I promised you, didn’t I?"

"Yeah, well…sorry, I know."

Yoongi looks down at you, letting his eyes wander over your features.

“And because he makes you happy”, he says in a whisper.

You crane your neck to stare at him in shock. Yoongi looks into your eyes, swallows deeply and starts laughing nervously. He shifts on the couch, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“It's hilarious, isn’t it?” he begins, “how we call being emotional humanity and yet I have never seen creatures more cruel than humans. They murder and kill each other, torture the different, rape the weak and curse the foreigner for simply being a foreigner”, Yoongi looks out the window, watching the snowfall, “and they do all of that with their emotions on. Love, compassion, empathy. Those emotions are still in humans and yet they are the ones acting like actual monsters.”

Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey.

“At least my species has this ridiculous excuse of ‘the spot’ on which we can blame our awful deeds”, he scoffs dryly, “you humans, you do all of this out of the cruelty of your own hearts.”

You sit up, pulling the blanket up your shoulders. You keep close to Yoongi however, fearing that if you didn’t, this magical moment would end. Your eyes drift outside to the snowfall. It had increased in the past hour. Yoongi speaks again.

“That is why I find it quite hilarious that we call it humanity. Isn’t it more human for us vampires to keep our emotions shut off?”

Your eyes meet for the briefest of moments.

“I don’t think so”, you say.

“And why is that?”

“Because even though us humans are awful, fucked-up monsters and a lot of the time it seems as if we had our emotions turned off, there is still so much beauty in being human.”

“And what would that be? Mortality? Illnesses? Aching bodies?”

“No”, you shake your head, “laughing with someone so much that your belly hurts and tears stream down your face, or hugging someone and sharing in their warmth”, you send him a smile, “or telling someone a compliment and watching how it brightens their day instantly.”

Yoongi merely laughs dryly and shakes his head.

“How ridiculous”, he grumbles.

“No it’s not ridiculous, that’s what being human is. Sharing little moments of happiness with each other”, you touch his knee, “being human is being happy.”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“No, being human is being cruel, but most of all…” he furrows his brows, “…most of all it is being sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yes, sad.”

Yoongi stays silent for a long time. Outside the wind had picked up. It swirls the big snowflakes around as if they were all lost in a desperate dance. The whiskey doesn’t burn as much on your tongue anymore, it tastes kind of good now that you think of it. Yoongi takes a deep breath and sighs.

“Having my emotions on, brought me nothing but misery. You think I wanted to be a Creator?”

He looks at you for the briefest of moments just so he could see if you were shaking your head or nodding. You shake it, shrugging your shoulders afterwards.

“I was cursed by a sorcerer to be a bloodsucking demon for eternity, all of us were. My friends and I”, he lowers his eyes, fingers tightening around the glass, “most of them are dead by now.”

“Most of them?”

Yoongi nods his head, “there was a time where me and Namjoon were like brothers.”

You widen your eyes in shock.

“Namjoon is also a Creator?”

He nods his head, “there was a time where we were considered as gods. The great almighty Creators, the chosen ones, the punishers of the Heavens. Fuck”, Yoongi scoffs, “what a load of bullshit.”

He takes a sip of whiskey.

“The people feared us and yet prayed to us. They came to us to ask for forgiveness for their sins and to beg for eternal life.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance your way.

“Namjoon was the one who discovered that our blood can heal.”

“What?”

“It was my fault. I had many lovers back then. We all had. And one night I…” he blinks rapidly, hitting his own knee twice, “…I lost control and wounded her fatally. She didn’t die instantly but laid in my lap as I had to watch her choke on her blood. Namjoon saved her. He fed her a droplet of his blood and healed her.”

“Yoongi that is…”

“We thought that she would turn into one of us. An undead bloodsucker. But she didn’t, we watched the torn flesh in her throat heal and listened as her heartbeat sped up again. She survived because Namjoon fed her his blood.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“That night, he swore that healing humans would become his purpose and soon people came to our temple, carrying their wounded loved ones or dragging themselves on their wounded limbs, and asked for a droplet of our blood. Namjoon was loved at that time, he was seen as a benevolent god and people cheered his name as he walked the streets.”

“That’s….what changed?”

“The humans’ view on us.”

“How? You helped them, you healed them and gave them hope. What could have possibly happened to change their view on you?”

“I happened.”

The room is silent for a breath. Yoongi’s eyes seem black for the briefest of moments.

“Me and three other Creator bastards happened. We wanted more, we didn’t want to spend our eternity being worshipped or helping mortals. We wanted blood. That is all we wanted. Blood.”

Yoongi drinks from his whiskey. His hand was shaking as he did.

“We began slaughtering people. We did it in the secret of the night first and only to those already doomed to die. But we grew greedier and greedier until one night…fuck”, he hides his face behind his hand. He inhales and exhales shakily, “it was a family ___, they came to us to pray for a bountiful harvest and I slaughtered them all in front of the eyes of every human and Creator which was present in that cursed temple.”

Yoongi twists his fingers in his hair, tripping tears from his ripped-open eyes. They were focused on the ground, racing left and right as the memory haunts his brain in vivid detail.

“I just wanted blood”, he chokes out in a painful whisper, “I didn’t hear their voices, I heard the rushing of their blood and the beating of their hearts. I, I didn’t smell the scent of the cake they offered us, I smelled my biggest damnation in their veins. And I went down those steps and…” he reaches out with trembling fingers, “…ripped them to shreds within seconds”, he presses out, closing his hand to a tight fist, “I didn’t want to do it and yet I did.”

“Oh Yoongi.”

“People hated us from that day on. They called us demons, cursed us, threw rocks at us or spat in our faces when we passed them on the streets. I destroyed their trust and the rest of my friends had to pay the consequences.”

He drops his head.

“The humans formed a hunting party for us. They forged weapons out of the only tree capable of killing us. It grew on the spot where the Sorcerer turned us into the monsters we were.”

“I read of this! Your blood and the dark magic soaked the grounds and from it a tree darker as the night grew. It is said that it wept black blood when one cut it. That is why you bleed black blood when you get hurt because your veins are poisoned by the same dark magic as the resin of the tree.”

He looks at you with big eyes as if he hadn’t expected you to know the story.

“The Hunters carved weapons out of its wood and then sealed you in a cave with magic to starve you until they could slaughter you easily.”

“___”, he whispers.

“I read of it. In one of my books. I read of it, but thought that it was nothing but the silly talk of an imaginative person.”

Yoongi reaches out and touches your hand. It was as if he reached out for help, as if your knowledge was the only light he saw in his darkness. The touch lies heavy on your skin, bearing consequences most grand to your heart as it made you turn your wrist and lock your fingers with Yoongi’s. And Yoongi reached right back, closing his fingers around your hand as if he never wanted to let go.

“So it happened? Those stories I read weren’t just ghost stories, they are your past, your memories, your…” you scoot closer, eyes racing between Yoongi’s, “…life.”

"Yes", his voice was barely there.

"Yoongi, no. So it’s true. Oh, Yoongi."

“Fuck”, he lowers his head, lips trembling in a constricted sob, “we were having a party when the Hunters came, we were drunk because the people we drained had booze in their blood. Alcohol works better for us when we consume it through blood.”

“I already figured.”

“They ambushed us and shot us with wooden arrows to poison us enough so they could drag us to the cave. I hid when it happened and watched my friends die. I still hear their screams some nights”, he squeezes his eyes shut, “I was so scared”, he whispers.

You thought that you would live your life without ever hearing such words from Yoongi. Fear. It was an emotion you thought him incapable of possessing and yet in this moment, as a crystal tear ran down the bridge of his nose before tripping from its tip, it was soaked into his expression and filled the air around him with its presence.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi”, you say softly, draping your arm around him.

“I watched as Namjoon was knocked unconscious. He laid there, just five feet away from me with an arrow in his head and his opened eyes staring at me. So I grabbed him and ran as fast as possible. Just one other friend survived, I don’t see her these days. Perhaps she is already dead, I don’t know.”

“What was her name?”

“I can’t remember”, he whispers, “I haven’t seen her in two thousand years.”

“Oh, damn. That’s a very long time.”

He nods his head and continues.

“Namjoon was different since that night. Maybe the arrow in his brain hurt the part which was responsible for empathy, but he was different when he woke up. I could see it in his eyes. They were filled with hatred.”

“So that is what broke him? The arrow?”

“Perhaps, it was laced with dark magic after all. Or perhaps it was the humans’ hatred, which broke him. He swore to seek revenge on them. He hated them with all his heart. All he had wanted to do was heal them and they repaid him by shooting an arrow through his head. His hatred for them turned him so mad that after one hundred years of anger, I found no trace of my brother left in his eyes.”

Yoongi touches his own forehead, pressing out a painful curse.

“We went separate ways and for a long time I didn’t see him. I didn’t know if he survived or if he was killed. I didn’t know if he found peace or if he was still lost in perdition. I just knew that I had lost my brother a long time ago and that I had to be punished for what I had done.”

He lowers his eyes.

“I chained myself up”, he says then and for a moment you feel confused.

“What does that mean?”

“I was meant to be locked away for eternity. While Namjoon haunted the earth like a ghost of revenge, I locked myself in the deepest tunnels of my castle. I chained myself up in a casket and forced myself to dry out. That was supposed to be my fate.”

“Oh…”

“You know what the fucked up part of drying out is?” he asks, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

You shake your head.

“Although your body is decomposing, your mind isn’t. You feel everything. Each time another part of your body rots, you feel the anguish. Until everything has rotten away and your brain is the only thing left”, he zones out, “that’s when the seconds turn into centuries because you know that you are trapped with your thoughts and all the reminders of every terrible thing you ever did.”

He lowers his head and presses his eyes shut, inhaling shakily.

“I tried, I really tried to keep my emotions on. But one day it just got too much, so I turned them off”, his back heaves up and down in a heavy breath, “it helped a little. Not much, because I was still trapped with my thoughts, but at least…” he clenches his hand to a fist, “…at least they didn’t hurt so much anymore”, his voice is barely there as he speaks.

“I’m really sorry Yoongi, this is terrible”, you say and you mean it. You rub little circles on his upper back, hoping that they might give him some sort of comfort.

“Thank you”, he says.

“But what changed? You said being chained up was your fate, so what changed?”

“The curiosity of humans”, he sighs and clenches his jaw, “one day my casket was opened by a group of men. One of them-“, he takes a sip of his whiskey, hand shaking as he does, “-he cut himself on a nail and a droplet of his blood fell on my lips.”

Yoongi lowers his head. His shoulders shake as he inhales.

“What happened Yoongi?” you whisper the question.

Yoongi shoots up and throws the glass across the room, letting out a boneshattering yell as he does. You flinch, shoulders rising to your ears in protection. He looks at you, eyes filled with tears.

“I ripped them to shreds, every single one of them!” he screams, entire body shaking, “and once I was finished with them, I slaughtered every village in a radius of thirty miles. For hundreds and thousands of years I was torturing myself with redemption and I hadn’t changed shit!”

He is by the fireplace by now, hitting the marble frame with such strength it shatters into a million pieces. His knuckles are cracked open, but heal within seconds. He inhales shakily, dark hairs hanging into his face messily. The fire reflects in his eyes, making them burn in darkness.

“I didn’t want to kill all those people and yet I did”, he says quietly, “I couldn’t stop”, he whispers, shoulders beginning to shake in silent sobs, “I, I couldn’t stop. I, I knew it was because I had my emotions off. Fuck”, he sobs, “fuck, if only I hadn’t given in to temptation, if only I had kept on suffering like I was meant to do. I could have saved all those people.”

Yoongi looks back into the flames, crying silently. He looks so broken. You leave the couch to join him, wanting nothing more than to grant him a little comfort.

“Now I’m all alone”, Yoongi whispers, “it’s just as it was meant to happen.”

“Meant to happen?”

“It was all in the prophecy of the sorcerer, that I was one day meant to be all alone on earth, with my friends dead and surrounded by my own worst fear.”

“What is your worst fear?”

“To be the source of pain to other people.”

“Oh Yoongi…” you step closer, “that’s awful.”

Yoongi flinches when you run your fingers up and down his spine, but doesn’t move away. Maybe, if your eyes didn’t deceive you, he even leaned into your touch.

“That is why the sorcerer cursed you and your lineage to insatiable hunger. Innocent people get hurt and killed. And the killer is left with painful guilt. This is the true curse of your lineage.”

“You are surprisingly clever for a human”, Yoongi murmurs.

You wrap your arms around his middle and rest your head against him. Yoongi drapes his arm around you. He isn’t shaking as much anymore.

“So when did you turn them back on again? Your emotions I mean” you ask.

“I never did”, he says quietly, “if I allow myself to feel again, all I will feel is pain. It is better to stay cold and indifferent for eternity than to feel.”

“You don’t sound to me as if you have your emotions off.”

Yoongi scoffs, “I think, if you lived with your emotions off long enough, you start to develop a convincing enough pattern to fool people.”

“I don’t think that’s it”, you look into his eyes, meeting incredible fear in them, “I think you are just scared to admit that you actually care a lot about the people around you”, you say quietly and give him a little squeeze, “but it’s okay to care Yoongi.”

Yoongi flinches and shakes his head. He looks at you with such intensity it makes you nervous.

“I don’t care about anyone”, he says darkly and shakes you off.

Yoongi lets his eyes linger on your lips for the briefest of moments. For just a second he hesitates. For just a second he hopes for you to reach out and pull him back. For just a second he lets you know that he does care, that you are the only good thing in his life, before he pushes himself off of you to storm out of the room instead.

“Yoongi! Wait! I didn’t mean to offend you!”

Yoongi however slams the door shut and when you open it mere seconds later he has already disappeared into the night.

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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

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Time heals (sometimes) - 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.

Thank you for reading,

-Dolly

Profiles #2 - here - part 2

Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway.

Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there.

Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.

So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there.

But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me?

Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.

He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word.

The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting.

Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.

On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen:

“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button.

Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head.

I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content.

How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day.

“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.”

If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them.

And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here?

Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal.

Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything.

Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert.

He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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I’m Still Hurting (F!Reader/M!Orc)

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: (Almost) Infidelity

Word Count: 3376 words

Summary: Your boyfriend does something he’d never thought he’d do, and you’re left to try and pick up the pieces.

Request: can I make a request? About an angst story between an m!orc and f!human. I like the idea of like maybe the orc sorta misses being with other orc women or like she can't fulfill his needs and she hears this. I like the idea of almost infidelity

A/N: Surprise bitches! I’m alive! And back with some delicious angst for y’all!! I really loved doing this request, as I don’t often write full on angst. I am also working on a fluffy request at the moment, if some of you would like some nice comfort after this haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

Honey ❤️: Babe

Honey ❤️: Babe please answer the phone I need to talk to you

Honey ❤️: I know you’re angry, you should be angry, but please talk to me

Honey ❤️: Baby please

��____? Is that my phone?” Brynn yells from the kitchen, already mixing another cocktail for you to down. Her bright red horns peek over the living room divider, bouncing back as she grabs the alcohol from the fridge. Still looking at your bright screen, you don’t even have the energy to respond.

“____?” You throw your phone away as she peaks her head over, giving her a shameful look. Brynn furrows her brow, pulling away from the kitchen island and putting one hand on her hip. “Was that him?” With your eyes darting back and forth from the pillow you shoved your phone under and Brynn’s face, you nod.

“Y-yeah, it was him.”

Brynn sighs, fiddling with her hands.

“Listen, I don’t want to tell you what to do, especially not tonight, but I just think-”

“No, no, it’s alright. You’re right, you’re right.” A jolt hits you as your phone vibrates, the vibrations rumbling through the fabric and stabbing right into your stomach. You force yourself to look away, fiddling with your fingers. Brynn shoots you a pitiful look, you’re sure of it, even as your efuse to meet her gaze. “I shouldn’t talk to him tonight. Not right now, not when I’m like….this.” A slow, tired breath escapes you. “I’ll make him wait, just like he did.”

The coach cushion bends as Brynn sits next to you, rubbing your shoulder as she leans in for a side each. You accept it, your body like a deadweight as you let yourself go slack in her arms.

“Do you want anything? Chocolate, maybe a movie? I’ve got some leftover cheesecake?”

“A movie sounds nice.” You murmur, nodding against her chest. Brynn hums, her tail coming up and massaging your lower back as she kisses you on the forward.

“Of course, your choice. Do you want me to get your drink?”

You nod once more, letting Brynn untangle herself from the hug and laying back on the couch, grabbing the comfiest blanket and the remote. You quickly flick through you and Brynn’s ‘most watched’ section on Netflix. You need something new tonight, something to get your mind off.

All your regular comfort movies are romances, after all.

By the time Brynn comes back, a rum and coke and a carton of ice cream in hand, you’re already snuggled into a blanket burrito. She hands you a spoon and the glass, which you wordlessly accept. She sits down and throws a hand over your shoulder, trying her best to massage the left over tension in your neck. You sink into the feeling, pressing on your movie of choice.

“Mad Max: Fury Road, huh? I’ve heard this movie’s great.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “It is.”

And chocked full of shitty men getting what they deserve.

As the opening title plays, the deep voice of Tom Hardy kicking the movie off, you snuggle into Brynn’s side. Your phone buzzes again, but it’s drowned out by screaming men and loud engines. Just how you like it.

Honey ❤️: Could you call me in the morning?

Honey ❤️: I’ll leave you alone for the night, I’m sorry

Honey ❤️: I love you

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Waruck sighs, his fingers shaking as another small ‘message delivered’ shows up on his screen. No response, just like the last 15 texts. He finds himself typing out another anyway.

I love you so fucking much

It reads, but is quickly deleted. Waruck clicks off his phone, but it stays in his hand, taunting him. The black mirror shows a sad, pathetic boyfriend, getting the silent treatment.

He falls back onto his bed, exhausted from a day of doing nothing. Nothing but worrying and feeling guilty, with the occasional flicking through TV channels and texting his girlfriend.

It’s getting late, his bedside clock cutting through the dark of his room to remind him he’s been up for almost 16 hours now. Waruck slides a hand through his hair and gets up. He’s going to have to camp out in front of the TV, because he knows he won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Not after what he did.

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He had gone out with friends. Friends from highschool who he still occasionally chatted with, friends he didn’t even really like anymore. But the past two weeks had him feeling oddly...nostalgic, like something was out of place. So when his buddy Simon had invited him to the bar, he had eagerly accepted.

He remembers grabbing his coat, you sending him a text to have fun, and him not replying. He didn’t know why he didn’t respond, he still doesn’t. The two of you had been going strong for almost 8 months now, with only the occasional hiccup that most couples have. So why didn’t he respond? What made him casually throw your sweet remark to the side like that?

Waruck shakes his head, trying to focus on the movie in front of him. Now isn’t the time to get existential over tiny shit like that, not with how the rest of the night went.

When he met up with the group, Waruck immediately knew that tonight was going to be different. His current group of friends are quite different, less rowdy, than his old posse. At only 10 PM, three of the guys we’re already halfway drunk, saving a spot in line from him outside the noisy bar. The electronic music that thrummed through the concrete and out onto the street reminded him of how much time has passed, how different his usual party-scene is now, and he revels in that feeling of former good-times.

Simon greets him with a hug, the guys shouting his name as he joins them. From the corner of his eye, he sees a gaggle of girls giggling.

And that's where it started.

An orc woman, dressed in a beautiful black dress, winks as she passes him at the bar. Simon nudges his side as Waruck takes a drink.

“Dude, that chick is totally sending you the look”

Waruck furrows his brow, stirring his drink.

“What’s ‘the look’?” He says, taking another sip of his scotch.

Simon rolls his eyes. “The ‘come hit on me’ look dude! That’s the sign you need to go for it!”

“I have a girlfriend, Simon.”

Simon scoffs, throwing his hand out dramatically. “What, that human chick?”

Waruck has half of mind to set down his drink and ask Simon what he means with that sarcastic tone of voice. It pisses him off, but he says nothing, just rolls his eyes.

“No offense, bro, she looks cute and all. But is she really worth missing out on some great ass?”

Waruck grimaces and shoots Simon a dirty look. “Jesus, Simon, are you serious?”

“I’m serious! When was the last time you had fun, y’know? Everyone knows an orc chick can throw down, wild-style.” Simon nudges him in his side, playfully, but it only serves to make Waruck more annoyed. “C’mon, you seriously don’t miss it?”

Waruck should tell him a firm ‘No’, finish his drink, and leave. He should call a cab and go home, call you and rant about his gross misogynistic friend from high school.

But he doesn’t.

The part of him, the part of him that feels slightly off, wonders if this is it. It had been a long time since he had been with another orc. You were a great girlfriend, but so different from in so many ways. Is that it?

Maybe relieving the old days will satisfy whatever longing he has, and then it will leave forever. Would that be so bad, to let loose for one night?

Waruck feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns to see the orc girl from earlier; The one who sent him ‘the look’.

“Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?”

Between the boosted bass of the music and the orc woman pressing up against him, Waruck doesn’t notice Simon slip away, giving him a pat on the back.

Leave, say no, tell her she’s got the wrong guy, you fucking idiot. His consciousness yells.

“U-uh, sure.” He stutters.

She introduces herself as Naz and says she noticed him the minute he walked in.

“Hard not to notice the best-dressed guy in the room.” She flirts, pressing herself closer and up against him.

He has a thousand little moments like that, to say something; To pull back and apologize, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he slips into a corner booth with her, purposely ignoring the texts you send to check up on him. You had remembered that he wasn’t sure how much fun this night would be, and routinely checked in if he needed a convenient excuse to leave early. You’re sweet like that.

Naz is sweet too. She's a great conversationalist, with a good head on her shoulders and an interesting career in zoology. Waruck could see the two of you being good friends.

Is that why she seems so alluring? Because she’s so similar to you? Waruck’s mind does mental gymnastics to try and justify his hesitance, his compliance in believing that maybe she has something different after all, even though he knows that isn’t true.

The two of them talk for a solid hour and a half, Naz slowly inching herself closer and putting a hand on his knee. His body screams in resistance, his stomach tying up into knots, but he doesn’t push her away.

“So, I’ve got a room not too far from here. What do you say we go make ourselves a bit more comfortable?”

This is his final chance to find an excuse and say goodnight. To run back home and forget this ever happened. But the words are caught in his throat and he’s further silenced by the nearby whooping of his asshole friends.

“Yeah, Waruck! Get some!”

Naz chuckles and mistakenly reads his seething anger at himself with embarrassment for his friends. She leans in, grabbing his jaw, and whispers.

“Let's give them a show, huh?” Then, she kisses him.

The noises of the bar, his friends, and Naz all drown away as her lips mold into his. Waruck’s body goes rigid, terrified as time seems to freeze as he kisses someone who is not his girlfriend.

But all of that stops when your ringtone begins to blast in his pocket. It should be near silent when compared to the pounding bar music, but that familiar jingle seems to cut deep into his skin and skewer his heart. Waruck pulls away with a quick jerk, Naz almost falling over as he pushes himself into his seat and away from her body-heat. Every nerve is a light with tension as he quickly pulls out his phone.

There on the screen is a picture of you, your contact name, “Sweetie❤️”, shining through the dimmed light of that bar. Waruck breathes heavily, feeling like he’s just run an emotional marathon, stuck in his own head until Naz slides away from him.

“Wait, hold on, do you have a girlfriend?”

Waruck looks at her, then looks at his still-ringing phone, then back to Naz. He nods.

Naz's face curls up into obvious disgust, quickly directing her body to be as far away from him as possible. “Fucking hell, dude. What the fuck?” She grabs her handbag and stomps out of the booth, not before throwing her drink in his face and telling him to go to hell.

He almost watches her move across the bar, most likely to go complain to her friends about the asshole she just wasted the last 2 hours chatting up, but all he can focus on is your picture on his phone.

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Waruck practically runs out of the bar, his whole body covered in sweat and his mind racing a mile a minute.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He felt like a 15 year old, goaded into another shitty prank just because he wanted to look cool in front of his friends, buying into their weird bullshit about humans. Was he seriously going to throw away your wonderful relationship over one night, over one urge?

Naz had been strikingly beautiful, in all the ways he was taught an orc like himself should look for. She could probably get any guy in that club tonight, but she wasn’t you. You’re different, but in so many cool, inconsequential, uniquely-you ways.

Waruck doesn’t know how long he walks before he sits down outside a cafe, trying to collect his racing emotions. He feels gross, sticky with the kind of sweat you only get after too much alcohol and too many people. The screen of his phone seems to reflect every smudge and finger-print as he swipes it to unlock it, finally getting the courage to read your text messages.

They start off normal, spread out over several hours. The occasional “How are the guys?” and “Hope you are having fun! Just let me know when you get home safe.” before dropping off into nothing. Right up until 20 minutes ago, where you send a short and curt text that has his heart dropping to his stomach.

Sweetie❤️: Can you call me right now?

Sweetie❤️: Waruck, I need to talk to you

Sweetie❤️: Are you still at the bar?

After that is a notification of your missed call from earlier and Waruck can’t help but feel guilt stir in his gut.

It could be nothing, something unrelated to what he almost did tonight. But the notification he gets from his Instagram says otherwise. It says a mutual of his tagged him in a photo 30 minutes ago.

Waruck feels like vomiting when he opens up Simon’s story and sees a shaky picture of Naz, draped over him in the corner booth, with him looking all too happy to have her there. The caption reads

“At least someone’s getting lucky tonight 🤣🤣 #BoysNight20XX”

But what comes next is even worse; An even blurrier photo of Naz kissing him, both of their eyes closed as she almost sits in his lap.

Waruck can’t even look at the caption, quickly exiting out of the app and calling you.

He needs to explain himself.

But what will he say?

The phone rings, rings, rings….

Waruck waits with bated breath, thinking you’re going to let it go to voicemail, but you answer. There is no cheerful “Hi Babe” or even a tired and drawn-out “Hey.” Instead all Waruck hears is a shaky sigh, waiting for an explanation.

The words stay caught in Warucks throat, trying to find a way to maneuver and swing around to a solid excuse, a lie he hopes you won’t catch.

But he can’t, he can’t. Not to you.

So you make it easy for him, like you always do, and start the conversation off instead.

“Were you flirting with that girl?”

Waruck’s mind doesn’t give him a choice, the truth already spilling out like a tidal wave.

“Yes.”

Waruck hears you suck in a breath, before you shakily ask once more,

“Did you kiss her? Did you kiss her back?”

“Yes.”

There's 15 seconds of brutal silence as Waruck sits with his confession. In the moment, Waruck feels like he can hear your pounding heartbeat through the receiver.

You hang up.

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You hate the weather outside for two reasons.

One: You had far too much rum last night to enjoy any amount of sunlight. And,

Two: On a terrible morning like this one, it feels unfair that there aren't any dramatic thunder storms.

The bell rings on the cafe door as you walk in, causing you to wince as you pull down your sunglasses.

Thank god for the low lighting of these cafes.

You rub your brow, eyes scanning the menu above the bar. Some caffeine should do you good, at least with your headache.

But when you spot him, tucked away at a table, tapping his foot, all that aching pain seems to fall to your subconscious. Before you can meet eyes, you look away, forcing yourself to re-read the menu and blink away your tears.

You face the inevitable when you put in your order, turning to walk towards Waruck. He’s locked his gaze into the wood grain of the table, his large body hunched up and small, like he wants to sink into the shadows. He looks like shit, with large bags under his eyes and a nervous tension in his face.

He startles when you pull out a chair, sitting down across from him, but quickly curls back into his ball of shame. He looks so guilty, a small part of you wants to comfort him and tell him it’ll be alright.

You punch away that part of you with a baseball bat.

“Why did you flirt with her?”

Waruck says nothing. He looks at you with his tired eyes, big and racked with guilt.

I don’t know. They whisper.

Your fingers dig into your jeans, anger boiling up and through your nerves.

That’s not a good enough answer.

“Were you,” You suck in a breath, trying to control your volume, “Were you going to sleep with her? If I hadn’t called you, would you have-”

“No!” Waruck nearly shouts, shaking the table as his knees bang against the bottom, but he recoils once he sees the way you flinch. “No, I wasn’t going to.”

Those pesky tears press against your eyelids once more. You can feel your nails digging indents into your thighs.

“I don’t know if I can believe that.” You whisper, failing to catch the crack in your voice.

Waruck’s brow furrows as he nervously chews his bottom lip. He tries to meet your gaze, but you seem to look right through him.

“I know.” Waruck sighs, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

There's a tenuous silence; Waruck tries to find the words to fix things while you focus on the details of the cafe walls, examining every nook and cranny as you try not to sob.

“I-I understand if you don’t trust me. I understand if you hate me, or you want to break up. But please, please know that I love you, and that I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been kicking myself over flirting with that girl because I love you so fucking much. I-”

You hold up your hand, stopping Waruck in his tracks. He realizes how loud he’s been talking and that people are beginning to stare. He huddles back into his corner, tucking his hands into his lap. You let out a long breath. Waruck takes the risk and looks up.

When his eyes finally meet yours, he realizes just how sad you look. A treacherous tear has begun falling down your cheek, sending a lightning bolt of remorse into Waruck’s chest.

You take in another deep breath, wiping away the tear with the back of your hand. You look at Waruck, exhausted.

“I don’t,” You falter, but catch yourself, “I don’t want to break up with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”

Waruck nods, fiddling with his fingers.

“Of course, I get it-”

“I’m not done.” Waruck quickly shuts his mouth. “You hurt me, Waruck. Hurt me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever forget. So I need time. Time before I can even see you again without thinking,” You hiccup, but this time you let the wave of emotion hit you, full force. “Without thinking about that night.”

A lady calls out your order, but neither of you makes a move. You sit in each other's presence, trying to wrap yourselves around the mess of emotions, trying to read the others mind without seeming too obvious.

You both sit here, in the presence of something that's been broken, damaged in a way that’s cut the heart of your chest and slams them on the table. There’s a crack that runs down between you two, inching open more and more with each breath.

But somehow, somehow, you both think you have a chance of fixing it.

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jeriafterdark · 2 years

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813 - The Reprise - Part 8 - Uncle Li's account deleted days before Unmute - April 8, 2022

Sigh, I just wish one time when I wake up and check social media, it'll be good news?

Masterpost here

Summary so far:

The context of what's happening may help us better understand this decision.

I reference blue here - she's gone and compiled a lot of important tweets on the case of Xie Yihua / the BDY Teashop / ZSJ.

1. Gong Jun and cyberviolence

Currently, GJ is being heavily slandered, had his private information hacked, and is pursuing legal action against all the perpetrators. Toxic ZZH solo fans are also a part of the problem here, as well as usage of "water armies" etc to spread rumors. We don't know who exactly paid for this to happen, but it's happened before during the heyday of ZZH/GJ promotion in 2021. There may also be evidence linking Xie Yihua, ZZH's ex-music manager in this.

2. Xie Yihua, ZZH's ex-music manager, takes advantage

ZZH's name is being misused and taken advantage of by his ex-music Manager, Xie Yihua ("hua-jie"). She and her relatives are in charge of a company that is producing ZZH-related merchandise, under the guise of it benefitting him (it's public information, he receives no profit from it). She actually registered trademarks for merch in March 2022, right after LXZ got muted. Curious, isn't it? (Sources in QV's tweet history, I forget which one it was, THERE'S SO MANY THINGS ABOUT XIE)

She is actively collaborating with many "fandom" personalities to promote this new brand, actively stealing ZZH's identity for her own benefit. These collaborators include but are not limited to: other solo fans, Hu Laoshi (that older writer lady who really liked ZZH during WOH), and unfortunately, Zhang Su (Susu) - ZZH's childhood friend. Susu said himself that he hasn't had much recent interaction with ZZH himself, and he thinks he's supporting his "bro" by wearing the merchandise - this is as far as anyone knows, no one knows anything about their true relationship. Perhaps it's just misguided loyalty, perhaps he has other things to gain.

Even solo fans are angry at her. A prominent solo fan (and toxic GJ anti) even came out and said that she knew Xie Yihua was going to do this months before bc Xie consulted with her and other fans about it, and felt that she was taking advantage of traumatized fans.

There's been a lot of evidence dug up by QV/Flora/Blue/etc on the bird app disproving any connection between ZZH and these impersonations. For example, this analysis on ZZH's writing style: ZSJ, the prominent ZZH impersonator, likes to write essays about random shit. But he uses érhuà, a specific way to add the r-sound to spoken Mandarin. However, ZZH is from Beijing, and his native accent - he actually doesn't know how to use this or chooses not to.

Anyway, have a look at the sources cited above for more info on that matter.

3. The muting and deletion of Uncle Li, Li Xuezhang (LXZ).

Uncle Li stood up for ZZH when no one else would, in November, he took a stand against CAPA and rallied public perception in ZZH's favor. His hashtags trended up to billions, public opinion shifted. (Refer to my masterpost for the history of this).

He then got "muted" by weibo - Weibo likes to silence people all the time. I suspect it's because Uncle Li was actually causing a huge stir behind the scenes, in the darkest parts of c-ent - that he was a threat. So they muted him on the pretense that he shouldn't be bringing up these battles during the Beijing Olympics 2022. That was February.

He was due to be unmuted by Weibo (120 day mute) this Sunday, April 10. But. Today, people have found that his account was deleted.

And this his Drama's studio account (Roving Inspection Team) posts an important message from LXZ himself:

"During this critical moment, our Director Li has something to say, "no matter what I believe in justice and the leadership of the Party towards a more just society. I'm well. Thank you for your concerns. I hope everyone focus on their real jobs, abide the law, and use our powers to repay our country, love our Party and our government! Social media will not have LXZ going forward. Thank you everyone!" - QV translation

So Uncle Li has decided to exit social media.

4. What does all of this mean?

All right all right everyone, let's stay calm and give this news time to settle. The very fact that Weibo decided to delete his account rather than let him continue SPEAKING by UNMUTING HIM, must mean that he's a very large threat to whoever is behind all of this. The curious coincidence of Xie Yihua making and promoting merch right after LXZ gets muted is interesting too. My hypothesis is this:

ZZH was banned by malicious forces working together to take him down due to some perceived threat that they believed he possessed. He was, and still is, a very strong force in c-ent. Seeing this moneymaking opportunity leave, his ex-music manager, Xie Yihua, combined talents with some of these very forces to manipulate him out of the usage of his own name, and thus milking his name for money, and giving him none of it. (Despicable). QV has already shown that Xie Yihua may have ties to CAPA itself and that she has quite the debt to repay.

The Gong Jun slander is a part of the puzzle, possibly trying to incite fans and distract from the real happenings of this illegal enterprise.

So, many people involved are jumping on this bandwagon to milk ZZH's name for more money. The most important and driving factor of corruption scandals is $$$. Follow the money, right? Well, it all leads back to ZZH's powerful name, CAPA, Xie Yihua.

Because Uncle Li was going to come back and start uniting the fandoms again, and probably start laying into Xie Yihua for acting illegally, and in DOING SO, start DISRUPTING this new money-making scheme. So? His account is deleted.

There is no doubt in my mind, and I am always full of doubts (that's due to my 10+ yrs of training as a research scientist) - that these are all impersonations - NOT the real ZZH. And that they are THREATENED by the truth coming out. AND THAT MUST MEAN THAT-

The police case IRL is still going, and probably going well. Not only that, QV, and the twitter folks are doing an excellent job in disseminating information that is actively threatening this new scam Xie Yihua is running. I'd recommend staying tuned this weekend.

Now, I could be wrong, that's definitely possible. But only time will tell. Uncle Li's legacy inspired us to continue staying strong and fighting against corruption in c-ent lol - what a strange way to live the fandom experience. As I've always seen, whenever there's a void, there will always be those who will step up and fill it.

5. Right now, it feels a bit hopeless and dark

It's always darkest before dawn - I think what we've all been through together is something that will tie us together forever lol. This fandom, through collective trauma, rebuilding self-confidence, will find the light again. I don't doubt it for a second. You are free to take breaks, do something else, come back when you want to. But I will be here, I don't think I can leave - I need to see this to the end, whatever end that may be.

As someone who loves good storytelling - Word of Honor caught my attention forever, and this IRL drama still isn't over!

I'd like to quote from one of the greatest experiences I've ever had, a story led me through darkness and despair -

"Hear - the song at creation's end. Feel - the agony of hope's demise. Think - and find your way in the darkness.

Follow your light... or fly my child, and never look back!"

-EndWalker

We smile together, suffer together, and find a way to the light at the end of the tunnel together - or we can run and leave. I'm staying.

As always, take care of yourself, and thanks for reading~

#813 #813 the reprise #tales from the mountaintop #zhang zhehan #zzh #gong jun #li xuezheng #uncle li #c-ent #cdramas

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haru-luo · 3 years

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[CN Translation] Kiro’s Devotion(倾音ER) <Adorable Voice Date>

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for dates of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are yet to be released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.

Karma Quote : “These kinds of small mistakes---you have to delete it quickly from your memories.”

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

[just to tell you, i love this date so much.]

~~~

If you see any “---” sign then it simply indicates change of scenes in the place.

萌声之约 {Adorable Voice Date}

Preview : “I challenged Kiro to create pet songs with the calls of Cello and Apple Box. Unexpectedly, the sound collection process was tortuous. What surprised me more was that the final solution to the storm was actually a new technique that Kiro had just learned....”

Part 1

MC : "8:03...great, everything is going just as planned!"

I looked away from the phone and quietly took out the spare key.

After watching the recently became popular pet video together last night, Kiro and I arranged to meet at 8:30 today with a challenge to make a similar video.

But on a whim, I decided to "observe" Kiro's preparations early.

The right time and place are now, it’s a good time to act.

I held my breath and turned the keyhole slowly. With a dull low noise, the door slowly opened.

Then, a ball of golden fur rushed towards me excitedly.

MC : "Apple Box, woah!"

I looked around nervously but Kiro didn't seem to be around.

----

I sighed in relief and walked towards the house steadily. Apple Box woofed happily and stuck to me.

At the same time, sounds of footsteps approached from far away.

Kiro : "MC? Is it you?"

I raised my eyes and saw Kiro rush out of the room quickly and he hugged me.

He still had earphones wrapped on his neck and his chest rose and fell with his breathing. And there was a long beep in my ears.

Kiro : "But--so evil--! Apple Box was actually one step ahead!"

Kiro : "If it was not for debugging the device just now, I would've been the first to hug MC!"

I suppressed my laugh and squeezed his face pretending to be serious."

MC : "It's me who should say "evil".

MC : "I originally wanted to come for a surprise inspection in advance but the surprise was leaked!"

Kiro sighed and sneered, a sweet smile almost overflowing from the corner of his curled eye.

Kiro : "No surprises, I can be checked at anytime."

As he spoke, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to speed up to his room.

Kiro : "Reporting to Miss Chips! The equipment has been debugged, please review it!"

----

Stereo microphones, recorders and keyboards. The room is filled with various devices as far as an eye can see.

And the computer in the middle of the console was playing a video.

At first, there was a tabby cat meowing in the picture.

With the addition of drums, piano and other musical instruments, there were many small windows for musicians to accompany on the screen and the stars surrounded the yelling kitten in middle as if it was moon.

The original monotonous meow was gradually processed into a nice song during the process.

We stared at the computer intently. Before I knew it, my face got closer and closer to the screen.

MC : "It feels so different....."

Kiro : "It's actually not that complicated."

Kiro : "I have studied the principle of video last night. The key is to collect continuous calls with varying pitches."

Kiro : "By adding other instruments in sequence based on it, the beats and basic tunes will gradually take shape."

Kiro said rewinding the video to the part where the drum sound was first added and motioned me to listen carefully.

Kiro : "The melody of this song is repetitive. In other words, the actual amount of tasks is not really large."

Kiro : "We can try recording a simple short song first."

Kiro : I'll be in charge of guiding Cello and Apple Box and the post-production. And Miss Chips will be in charge for the radio!"

Kiro : "Now does the challenge sound more 'feasible'?"

Part 2

Having said that, it was still not that easy to successfully collect animals' sounds that meet the standards.

Kiro and I looked at Cello who was waxing in the litter box so we decided to start with Apple Box tacitly.

Kiro : "First, let's record a high pitched howl first. Apple Box, come here!"

Apple Box gave a cheerful bark and sat down in front of us.

I put forward stereo microphone near Apple Box's mouth and Kiro patiently guided it by his side.

Kiro : "Apple box, how do you greet when your companions say hello?"

Apple Box : "WOOF!"

Kiro : "Hmm...the voice needs to be higher. Think about it, what do you say when you ask for a snack?"

Apple Box : "WOOF!"

After several guidance, Kiro cleared his throat in frustration.

Kiro : "Still wrong. Listen carefully, it's the kind of long howl. ---Hey! Don't bite it!"

Kiro quickly grabbed the stereo microphone from the mouth of Apple Box and patted his chest with lingering fear.

Kiro : "Fortunately, it didn't swallow it. Apple Box, haven't you eaten enough in the morning?"

Apple Box let out few whines for unknown reasons and its tail swept back and hopped on my lap.

MC : "I guess Apple Box may not understand what we mean."

I scratched its chin and suddenly an inspiration hit me.

MC : "I remember that a canine usually responds with the same sound after hearing the howling of their companions."

Kiro : "Huh...So we can use this instinct and find a similar audio to guide Apple Box to howl!"

Kiro accepted my words in a tacit understanding and in the next, his fingers flew on the keyboard.

The files on the screen slid through and finally stopped on an audio file.

Kiro : "This material happens to be in my computer."

As soon as his voice fell, one howl after another sounded from the speaker.

The ears of Apple Box jerked up. It lifted its neck and subconsciously opened its mouth and let out a whimper.

Kiro took the opportunity to pick up the sound, he then put on the earphones and listened attentively, rubbing his slender fingers unconsciously on the earphones.

His brows frowned slightly that could make people unconsciously follow and hold their own breath.

Kiro : "The pitch is right and the background is quiet! We can use this."

Kiro took off the headset and made an OK gesture. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. And suddenly, I felt that the top of my hair was being rubbed by him. Rubbed vigorously like a cat.

Kiro : "MC, why do you look more nervous than Apple Box?"

MC : "Pff-- maybe a little."

MC : "Seeing you being serious, gradually I could no longer treat this recording just as a leisure activity."

Kiro took Cello from my arms, pinched its paw and waved at me.

Kiro : "Don't be stressed! We can do it one day."

Kiro : "And the habits of cats and dogs are similar. Maybe Cello is also suitable for this "similar guidance method."

Kiro : "ALRIGHT Come on, let's strike while the iron is hot and make a quick deal! I remember the audio of meowing. It....seems to be here!"

As Kiro talked, he clicked on another file.

But unlike the expected long and tactful meow, the sound of the cat's breath was actually released from the speaker.

Kiro : "Opps!"

Cello : "Meow!"

Kiro quickly turned off the audio but Cello was still taken aback letting out a roar and the hair on its body raised.

It jumped out violently, looking around for this mysterious "intruder". It ran all over the place, knocking thing over.

Kiro : "Careful!"

As soon as the voice fell, the shelf behind me almost collapsed but fortunately, Kiro held it with one hand in time.

It was just the ornaments above, the coffee cups and CDs that fell down due to inertia.

And Cello decisively avoided the interception in this gap, continued to flee across the house. All of a sudden, the bells on its neck was resounding in the room one after another.

It stopped a little after a few minutes, but his eyes remained alert.

------

MC : "Cello, come. Don't be afraid."

I gently called Cello's name, took the torn cat food strip from Kiro's hand and approached it cautiously.

Cello stepped back slightly defensively. Unable to resist the temptation of the food strip, it leaned in slightly again.

Kiro on the side seized the opportunity and fished it into his arms.

Cello : "Meow!"

Kiro : "I was wrong, Cello. Don't be angry."

Kiro skillfully stroked the back of Cello's neck and chin, softly soothing it. I put the cat food strip to its mouth trying to calm it down with delicacies.

Only this time, the methods that have always been effective seemed mediocre.

Although Cello's thump was smaller, its hair was still raised high and it rushed around in protest.

Seeing that, I couldn't help it and looked at kiro anxiously.

MC : "Cello...."

Kiro, starts letting out cat sounds : "....." [T/N : boy literally starts meowing and purring like a cat. i'll try to post the sound clip too if possible!]

A meow with slight purring suddenly sounded in the room and Cello's stiffed body paused slightly.

Kiro gave me a "hush" gesture to my surprised face.

Then he held his breath, blinked slowly and moved closer to Cello and continued to meow with purring.

After doing this several times, Cello's emotions actually calmed down a bit.

It shrank back into a small ball and buried its head in Kiro's arms.

Kiro : "Sigh..."

Kiro finally seemed relieved and his tight shoulders also slightly loosened down.

Seeing my surprised look, he winked at me triumphantly.

Kiro : "This is a new skill I have recently mastered---the cat language! But I'm not yet that proficient."

Kiro : "I wanted to show it to you after I had practiced but I didn't expect to be forced to reveal it to save the day today."

MC : "Cat language?"

I instantly remembered the cat whisperer video I shared with him a few days ago. After the slight recollection, my heart warmed up.

MC : "I just wanted you to watch the video and relax, I didn't expect you to learn it...."

MC : "With such an unpopular technique, you must have struggled to find the information, right?"

Kiro : "There was no problem! I bumped into Savin while doing my work. he said that he happened to have a cat language teaching book in his home, such a childish man."

Kiro : "Speaking of which, I should have that book put by the console...."

Kiro turned around and searched and finally pulled out a book with a strange cover from the mess and shook it at me triumphantly.

Kiro : "This is the book~ I had to hand over all the hidden snacks in exchange for it though."

Part 3

MC : "Skills of communicating with cats"?

I took the book curiously, turned to the folded pages and read aloud every word.

MC : "Felines can convey emotions through different sounds such as tremor, yelling and breathing."

MC : ".....The purpose of this book is to have direct emotional communication with cats by learning how to make meows of different tones...?"

I raised my voice.

MC : "How should I feel that you were fooled by Savin?"

Kiro : "I tried it and the content is reliable."

Kiro cleared his throat while speaking and let out a trembling meow.

Sure enough, Cello shook its ears violently.

Kiro : "When a cat finds a potential prey, it will make this excitement noise to communicate."

MC : "Could it be a coincidence? It feels not very different from the cat meow that I imitated."

I said while meowing and looking down at Cello.

But this time, it didn't respond and even the eyelids didn't seem to be lifted.

Kiro showed an expression that seemed to be saying "trust me now".

Kiro : "Although, it sounds similar to every meowing, the pronunciation is different."

Kiro : "Inadequate imitation will only sound like meaningless noises to them."

Kiro : "Does Miss Chips want to learn? Do you want me to teach you?"

MC : "Okay, then please teach me well, Teacher Zhou!"

As I spoke, I folded my hands together and looked at him expectantly.

MC : "Don't pee outside the litter box"...how do you say that in cat language? I have been wanting to say this to Cello for a long time!"

Kiro : "....Ahem ahem ahem, well, that is supposed to be in cat language's advanced lesson."

Kiro coughed and took the book from my hand. His eyes were erratic.

Kiro : "As a beginner, Miss Chips still has to go step by step and can't skip any lesson."

Kiro : "How about I teach you the few sentences of just now?"

I resisted the urge to sigh and laugh so I just nodded to Kiro. He straightened up immediately and began a serious demonstration.

Kiro, starts making cat noises and meows once again : "....."

The guttural voice with a slight purring like this is the tone of the cat conveying soothing emotions.

Following his voice, Cello raised his head and responded with the same purring meow.

MC : "Meow! Was that correct?"

I bowed my head excitedly but only saw Cello moving its butt.

MC : "......."

I adjusted my pronunciation a few more times but Cello was still lacking interest and I couldn't help but feel a little confused.

MC : "Strange...how can I not make a difference?"

Kiro : "Open your throat when you pronounce it and keep your throat a little lower."

MC : "So abstract...."

I sighed slightly distressed. the next second, my wrist was suddenly caught.

Kiro's knuckles brushed across the back of my hand, guiding me to gently place my fingertips on his Adam's apple.

MC : "!"

Kiro : "MC must feel the position of the breath and pronunciation carefully."

Kiro : "The grunting sound is produced by the vibration of breathing and does not require the use of vocal cords."

Kiro : "Feel it, there won't be any tremors here this time."

His Adam's apple undulate slightly with his breathing, warm and strong to the touch.

My fingertips curled up sensitively as if they were suddenly scalded.

Kiro : "Feel it?"

I nodded indiscriminately, my heart beating uncontrollably.

Kiro : "Then I will demonstrate another pronunciation for comparison. Be optimistic, okay."

Kiro rolled up the tip of his tongue as he spoke and let out a few squeaky meows.

The slight shock from his Adam's apple seemed to carry an electric current and it traveled quickly to my brain along the nerve endings.

The temperature felt by my fingertips seemed to be contagious so that the base of my ears became hot.

MC : "What does this call mean?"

I pretended to ask Kiro seriously so that I won't be found out but unexpectedly heard a chuckle.

He leaned over lazily, rubbing his forehead against my neck like a coquettish cat.

The soft hair brushed over my sensitive skin bringing an unnoticeable itch.

I contracted my neck subconsciously but he rubbed the back of my neck gently like a kitten.

Kiro : "If Cello makes this kind of noise to you, it's saying---"

He leaned close to my ear and he quietly whispered. The hot and humid air floated in my ears with the sound of his breath.

Kiro : "I-Like-You~"

Part 4

After Kiro finished speaking, he straightened up quickly.

He looked at the ends of my red ears with one hand on his chin, his eyes full of smiles.

Kiro : "Miss Chips really becomes shy easily and she looks cute whenever she does it."

MC, blushing angrily : "Kiro! You're not allowed to tease me like this in the future!"

I glared at him in embarrassment but he pulled my hand over and wrapped it in his palm.

He looked down at me and lowered his voice.

Kiro : "I didn't tease you, I was only expressing emotions to MC."

He watched me tenderly, his eyes like a clear sky reflecting the sunlight, pure and clear.

Kiro : "Sometimes, I feel that this habit thing is actually terrible."

Kiro : "It will make companionship and warmth become a matter of course without knowing it."

Kiro : "So getting along for a long time, many people will become neglected to express."

Kiro : "But I hope that no matter how long I have been with you, I will never express my feelings just because of habit."

Kiro said while solemnly hooking my finger into his.

Kiro : "I hope MC can know that even if some words are repeated tens and thousands of times, I will be as happy as I heard them for the first time."

Kiro : "So, what you're hiding in your heart--please tell me at any time!"

Cello : "Meow~"

Suddenly tactful meow came from below.

After being left out for a long time, Cello stretched out his paw and grabbed my clothes dissatisfiedly.

The unfinished words were interrupted by this sudden cry. Kiro and I looked at each other and laughed unanimously.

Kiro : "There is a little guy who can't wait for us to finish first."

Kiro : "How about it, do you want to try to communicate with Cello in the cat language you just learned?"

I nodded, bent over and hugged Cello to console.

With the approach of the stereo microphone, Cello seemed a little nervous again. I reached out to touch it at the right time, trying to make a cooing meow.

The imitation did not work at first. But I carefully recalled Kiro's pronunciation position and after several attempts, I finally made the correct call.

MC : "Meow--"

I lowered my voice and made a soothing low noise from my throat.

With the comfort Kiro and I, Cello gradually calmed down and was no longer so resistant to radio microphone.

Finally, it called back softly at me.

Although it is different from the expected long tone, this change was still unexpected.

Kiro got up and happily raised the stereo microphone at me.

Kiro : "Nailed it! Now adding the sounds of other instruments to turn this to synthesize the songs by Apple Box and Cello."

Kiro : "I will add the drums to determine the beat first!"

After speaking, he put on the earphones again, kicked his feet heavily on the floor and slid the chair back to the console again.

In the blink of an eye, he once again changed back to Kiro who was immersed in work.

The pulsating fluorescence of the screen glided across his eyes as if a meteor flashed by.

I curled my lips unconsciously.

MC : "Express your thoughts at any time...."

I thought about it and poked my head from behind the chair. The tip of his tongue was slightly curled and a soft, chirp meowing sounded behind his ear.

The earphones cut off the sound. Kiro didn't seem to hear anything and he was still working intensively.

Only Cello in his arms moved as if it wanted to respond to the meowing.

I hissed softly and buried my hot face in his soft arms.

In the quiet room, there are only the sound of wind blowing on the curtains and the sound of hostile keyboard machinery.

Everything seemed to be no different from the scene where Kiro was debugging the equipment alone before the knocking on the door.

Except for the corners of the boy's lips reflected on the screen, there was a smile that couldn't be hidden.

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DATE CLEARED~

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MOMENTS【光剑】Lighsaber

Kiro’s Moment Post : “I used today's electric mosquito swatter with a lightsaber effect."

Option 1 :

MC : "Such a brave boy, hold the sword and save the world~"

Kiro : "The world has been ruled by mosquitoes, I will first cover the princess and hide in the mosquito net!"

Option 2 :

MC : "I testify, the sound effects were amazing!"

Kiro : "The louder the "crackling" sound is, the more it will have a New Year's atmosphere."

Option 3 :

MC : "Why are there so many mosquitoes in your house today?"

Kiro : "It's actually because I forgot to close the window last night."

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🌟Call of this date : [Peach Aroma]

Kiro’s voice clips(meowing lol) + I like you: [here!]

#i love this date so much i'm crying bye #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc kiro #zhou qiluo #mlqc cn #mlqc date #mlqc translation

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dewykth · 4 years

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—CYBΞRSΞX (m)

pairing. jeon jungkook | female reader | park jimin genre & au's. smut, humor / camgirl!reader, camboy!pjm, rich boy!jjk word count. 10.213 warnings. please read ! multiple explicit sexual scenes, masturbation (f + m), porn, sexting, nudes, jk in a thong (bc yes), ice play, sex toys, face sitting, sub!jk, (soft) dom!reader, sub!jm, [18+] note. AHH it's finally here!! thank you to everyone who liked the teasers, i hope you'll enjoy this baby! this went thru a lot of editing, rewriting, and deleting, but i’m finally happy w it !! feedback is vv much appreciated <3!! note two. and yes, i did take the opportunity to write subby bts, bc i can, and we need more of it. thats it. sub jk rights!

—shoutout to vira ( @periminkle ) for beta reading and making me laugh w her reactions <3 ily

[teaser #1] ♡ [teaser #2] ♡ [playlist]

synopsis. there are three rules you set for yourself when you signed up for cybersex.com. one, separate work from your personal life. two, do not get involved with any cyberboy, no matter how stupidly & unfairly gorgeous he is. and three, do not, under any circumstance, fall for a client. they're very simple, and very easy to follow. so why are you about to get in bed with park jimin, cyberboy extraordinaire, in order to spite a loyal client of yours?

[ :: LOADING... my strange addiction :: ]

The hot pink log-in screen of cybersex.com is a sight Jungkook is embarrassingly familiar with. Frankly, he’s afraid to admit how many times he’s logged on this past week. It takes him no longer than a minute for him to input his account information, quickly searching for the sole reason he’s still on this site at all.

Jungkook glances at the time. He might still be able to catch a bit of your show tonight. Even if it were only for a few moments, it’d be enough for him until he actually got to talk to you tomorrow. Hopefully.

Jungkook knows better than to think he could ever get enough though.

● LIVE!: sittin here undressed...

By Sweetheart666

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The screen goes black for a second before you appear, sitting on your bed with a pink pillow between your thighs. Jungkook sucks in a breath, feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants. Your hands are on your chest, playing with your nipples and whining softly. Your sounds spur Jungkook further, his eyes glued to the completely fucked out expression on your face and (too soon) his dick is fully erect. He doesn't know how you're able to get him like this so quickly every time.

There's sensual music in the background, but Jungkook only focuses on the pretty sounds falling from your lips. Jungkook begins to palm himself through his sweats just as you tease your fingers over the band of the mesh shorts barely leaving anything to the imagination. Jungkook's skin is hot to the touch, and he can feel the sweat building on his forehead.

“Oh? Do you guys want this off?”

Comments fill the screen quickly, all fervently voting in favor for removing the sheer white fabric. But this isn’t Jungkook’s first time, and he knows better than anyone you like for them to beg.

“Show me how bad you want me to take it off.”

v_steponmepls_ tipped 2,000 hearts!

secretly1ntoXhibitionism tipped 5,000 hearts!

bbybun14 tipped 1,600 hearts!

“Aww, is that all? Guess you don’t want it that much...”

Your fingers leave the band of your shorts, choosing to fiddle with the heart chain around your neck as you wait. Jungkook chuckles, knowing that the comments were all probably whining at your teasing. But as previously mentioned, Jungkook was a bit more experienced in your realm. His fingers dance on the keyboard of his computer.

nj_94 tipped 10,000 hearts!

Tiny red hearts fill Jungkook’s screen as he smirks, lying back against his headboard. He sees the way your eyes flash, before you’re smirking at the camera, as if you could see how desperate Jungkook was.

“So needy, aren’t you, nj_94? Alright, I guess I can give you a little something then...”

Jungkook suddenly feels warmth on his face, and he realizes he’s fucking blushing at your attention. There was something about you acknowledging him in front of almost ninety-thousand people that made his chest swell with pride. He’s so fucking whipped, a thought that crosses his mind momentarily before his focus is back on you. When you finally remove your flimsy shorts, Jungkook moans loudly at the sight of your dripping core. Oh, how he wishes he could stuff his face in between your thighs.

He pulls his sweatpants to his thighs, letting his dick spring free. Jungkook gathers his saliva, spitting into his hands before leisurely stroking his shaft. You play with your clit, moaning softly. He can see your juices dripping onto your mattress, leaving a mess. Jungkook briefly wonders how you would taste on his tongue.

nj_94 tipped 15,000 hearts!

“Wow, straight to the point huh?”

When you slip two fingers into yourself and whine, Jungkook’s strokes begin to speed up. He moans, uncaring of the fact that it was past midnight. Jungkook is mesmerized by the sight of your small fingers pumping in and out of your entrance. Your moans begin to grow louder, and he can tell by the way your hips are grinding along your hands that you're getting closer to your release. Jungkook can feel his coming as well, his strokes becoming sloppier.

“Fuck, I wish those were m-my hands instead of yours,” he mutters, lost in the way you’re making him feel. You moan louder, almost as if you could hear the words coming from Jungkook's mouth. It's impossible, but Jungkook lets his imagination wander.

“You’d probably make me beg for it, w-wouldn’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly as you grind down on your hand. “I-i don’t m-mind, though,” Jungkook is sure he’s mumbling nonsense, yet he can’t find it in himself to care when he’s so close to his release. “I l-love begging for you.” His voice sounds echoey, but in his lust-ridden mind, he can’t make sense of anything else other than you, you, you. Jungkook watches through lidded eyes as your hips stutter. You thumb your clit a couple more times before a loud whine rips through you, and you're reaching your climax.

Jungkook keeps his gaze on you, stroking himself a few more times until he too is spilling his seed all over his abs with a low groan. He’s left breathing harshly, lying on his back as he stares at the ceiling in a post-orgasmic haze. It takes a couple of minutes for Jungkook to fully recover before he looks at his computer screen again, realizing your live has abruptly ended. He sighs wistfully before closing his laptop shut.

Until tomorrow.

[ :: LOGGING IN... computer (almost, but not really) luv ::]

[ENDED]: feelin a bit bratty tonight?

By Sweetheart666

106,729 viewers / 202,728 hearts

jacker82: sailor moon cosplay plssssss?

i_swallow_: feet?

James Miller Jr.: would love to take you to dinner some time!

_tittystan_: OH MY GODDD PLSS PUNCH ME IN THE FACE T-T

catdaddyXoX: ur so hawt yumm XD

Scrolling through the comments section and reading them out loud always made you giggle to yourself. They were either always some absurd comment or a simple compliment thrown your way. And you’d be lying if you said doing these videos didn’t make your confidence go up tenfold. During the past few months you’ve been a Cybergirl, you’ve been steadily growing a following. Your past three videos have done exceedingly well, but it was always your lives that got the most attention.

It started as an easy way to get money to pay your bills. A lonely night in your apartment spent drinking cheap wine and crying about how pathetic you felt, because you couldn’t keep a job to save your life, led you to the hot pink sign up screen of Cybersex.com.�� You told yourself it would be just for you to get yourself back on your feet, but as you began to post more and see the numbers in your bank account go to the triple digits, you grew a penchant for the website.

All it took was a bit more effort into your videos for it to become your main source of income. You’ve grown much more comfortable around the camera than when you first started, and with that you've also been able to claim your place on the Hot200. It was undemanding work, for the most part. As expected, there was heavy competition between the cybergirls, which only worked to fuel your desire to chart. You had to come up with new and creative ideas for every video, and if you were being honest, you’d say you were pretty fucking good at what you do. And of course, there was no way for you to get fired.

To put it in simpler words, you loved being a cybergirl.

But, the best part, if you had to choose, were the personal clients. The ones who would pay an additional price in order to be able to talk to you directly, maybe even get a private show or pictures if they gave a bit more. You had yet to give a private show to anyone, which was pretty expensive depending on the popularity of the cybergirl. Not that you were complaining, there were enough message requests to keep you pleased and your pockets full.

An alert appears on the corner of your screen, signaling the low battery of your computer. After plugging it in you opt to clean your cam set-up, putting away your toys and equipment. You check the time on your phone, noting that you had time to shower before your upcoming session. One that you had been waiting impatiently for all week.

When you emerge from your bathroom, you pick up your phone again, scrolling through the messages until your eyes fall on one in particular. You look at the time. Punctual as always.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʜᴇʏ ;)

Him.

Nj_94 was your most loyal client, but he only messaged you twice a week. It’d been almost four months since you first started talking to him and you’d be lying if you said his messages didn’t leave you feeling giddy inside. Granted, you’ve never met him, nor do you even know what he looks like, but it didn’t exactly matter to you. Getting to know him over the soft pink message threads of the Cybersex app, you've definitely grown a soft spot for him. There was something about his cute, albeit awkward, self that sometimes had your mind brewing up visions of him beneath you, quivering and begging and-

You digress.

Your back hits the soft silk sheets of your bed, deciding to make him wait a bit. If there was anything you loved more than your little sessions with nj_94, it was teasing him.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜɪ…

There’s not a moment for you to put down your phone before there’s a chain of pings! echoing through the quietness of your bedroom.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʜɪ

[𝟷:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴜ

[𝟷:𝟹𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏ?

[𝟷:𝟹𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs. ᴠᴇʀʏ.

ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺 ɪs ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ…

The text appears and reappears several times before his message finally graces your screen.

[𝟷:𝟹𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴅɪᴅ ᴜ... ᴍɪss ᴍᴇ?

Of course you did, but you’d never tell him that. You sit up on your headboard, playing with the frill of your shorts for a few moments before typing out your message.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜᴍᴍ... ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs

[𝟷:𝟺𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴅɪᴅ ᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴜ?

On the other side of the screen lays Jungkook on his bed, eyes wide as he stares at your message. He knew you were going to ask him about it, but he didn’t think you’d do it right away. Of course he listened. And he enjoyed it an embarrassing amount, something he’d never be able to admit to anyone except you. Shaky fingers tap on the screen of his phone, typing out his response before he clicks the send button.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs ɪ ᴅɪᴅ

[𝟷:𝟺𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀʙʏ?

His heart quickens when he reads the sentence. It wasn’t uncommon for you to call him pet names, but it usually meant he was in for the night. And probably on your good side.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ʀʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏʜ ᴄᴍᴏɴ ʙᴀʙʏ... ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

[𝟷:𝟺𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɴᴏ ɪ

[𝟷:𝟺𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ... ʀᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ

A blush appears on Jungkook’s cheeks almost immediately after he types out the message. No matter how many times he’s texted you the most indecent and lewd words, he’ll probably never be able to fight the shyness that accompanies it.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏʜ?

[𝟷:𝟺𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ… ᴀʀᴇ ᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛ?

Jungkook glances down at his bare thighs, where the thin fabric wraps around his hips. He gulps.

[𝟷:𝟺𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: [ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟺.ᴊᴘɢ]

There’s a moment where your mouth hangs open, watering at the sight of his salacious thighs. But, the thin black lace barely covering his prominent bulge is what makes you squeeze your thighs together. If his texts weren’t enough to show how desperate he was for you, this unexpected picture definitely got the point across. God, he was such a—

[𝟷:𝟻𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.]sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴜ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ

Jungkook's heart throbs, or is that his dick? Either way, it's almost humiliating how easy it is for you to rile him up from a few words. You just had that effect on him. And, god, did he fucking love it.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴍ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴘʟssss :(

This was... new. Usually, you only allow him to be the one receiving all the attention and pleasure. Despite the waning professionalism in your relationship, this was still your job. It was only after your sessions that you'd grant yourself to come to the fresh memory of his whining and pleading. But who were you to deny him?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ...ᴏᴋ ʙᴀʙʏ

[𝟷:𝟻𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʀ ᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʏᴇs. ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ 𝟺 ᴜ…

His fingers itch, his cock aching for any form of relief, but he knows better than to do anything without your permission. Besides, you make it all worth it in the end.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ 𝟸 ᴛɪᴍᴇs 𝟸ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ, ʜᴜʜ?

[𝟷:𝟻𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʏᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ 𝟸 ᴅᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ

nj_94 has sent 3,000 hearts!

[𝟷:𝟻𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇᴇᴇ

You laugh breathlessly despite the wetness building between your thighs at his begging. Your hand slips behind your back, unclipping your bralette before slipping it off and throwing it somewhere in your room. You angle the camera so that only the top half of your body shows before snapping the picture.

[𝟷:𝟻𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: [ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟻.ᴊᴘɢ]

Fuck. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of the image of your bare chest. Your hand sits right above the band of your thin panties, before the image cuts off. There’s a teasing glint in your eyes as you bite your lip, staring straight into the camera. Jungkook can’t help it, he whines. His hand is pulling the black panties down to his mid thigh before he can think. He sighs at the feeling, grabbing the strawberry lube -your favorite- from his nightstand drawer and squirting a generous amount into his palm. He begins to leisurely stroke his member before a ping! from his phone interrupts him.

[𝟸:𝟶𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ?

[𝟸:𝟶𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ғғᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀs. ᴜʀ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɴɢ ʜᴏᴛᴛ

[𝟸:𝟶𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ᴡs ᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡ ᴜ

You wish so too. To have him begging to touch you, to feel you, right in front of you? Fuck, it definitely did things to you. He did things to you. And you wanted to show him.

[𝟸:𝟶𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: [ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟼.ᴍᴘ𝟺]

Jungkook’s hand falters when he sees you’ve sent a video. Not that it was uncommon, but usually he’d have to send hearts first. But, he decides not to question it, instead choosing to click on the video. It takes a few moments to load, but once the first few seconds start playing, Jungkook’s mouth drops.

Your fingers are in your mouth, sucking and lathering them in spit before they trail down your body and under the fabric of your thin panties. Jungkook doesn’t need to see it, no, he can hear how wet you are. The sounds of your soft moaning and your fingers entering you drive Jungkook utterly wild, and he finds himself whimpering. He can’t stop watching the way you bite your lips and giggle, as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Of course you knew.

Jungkook replays the video, deliberate strokes of his hand sounding through the quietness of his room. “F-fuck, ____... what are you doing to me...” There’s another ping! that seems to reverberate in his head, and Jungkook slows his movements before he can get too lost in the endless ocean of his thoughts.

[𝟸:𝟷𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜʟᴇss, ʙᴀʙʏ?

[𝟸:𝟷𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏʀ ʀ ᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴄ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ?

[𝟸:𝟷𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ғғᴄᴋ ɪ ᴄɴᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ

[𝟸:𝟷𝟿 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴜʀ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɴ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛғʟʟ

[𝟸:𝟸𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴄᴀɴ ɪ sɴᴇᴅ sᴍᴛʜɴ ɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ?

[𝟸:𝟸𝟶 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴏғᴄ ʙᴀʙʏ

A few minutes pass before your phone finally vibrates, your screen lighting up with a new message.

[𝟸:𝟸𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: [ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ𝟶𝟼𝟽.ᴍᴘ𝟺]

You hesitate for a bit, biting your lip before you press play. The sound of his hand fervently sliding up and down his shaft fills your ears, soft whines of pleasure slipping through the speaker of your phone. If you weren't turned on before, you definitely were now. Your hand travels down your body, slipping underneath your panties. Gasping at the pool of your wetness, your hand moves along your clit expertly as his hand slides along the mess of precum and red lube. Strawberry.

Right as the video is reaching the last ten seconds, your hands speed up against your heat. Your thoughts are clouded, lidded eyes staring at nj_94’s huge cock. Right before the video ends, you hear his voice, muttering nonsense, but that isn’t what makes you cease your motions. “F-fuck, ____, see what you do to me.”

It’s clear he doesn't realize he’s said your name, your actual name. But that's not even the weirdest part. No, because the voice sounds too familiar to you. Similar to the voice of— ping!

nj_94 has sent 5,000 hearts!

[𝟸:𝟹𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ғᴄᴋ ɪᴍ ᴄʟᴏᴇs

[𝟸:𝟹𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ʟᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴍ

[𝟸:𝟹𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴘʟssss?

[𝟸:𝟹𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: [ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ𝟶𝟾𝟹𝟽.ᴊᴘᴇɢ]

The still image of your drenching core is enough for Jungkook to spill his seed all over his hand. His hand slows as he pumps the last spurts of his cum, chest heaving harshly. He grabs a couple of tissues from his nightstand, using it to clean the cum off of his fingers.

[𝟸:𝟺𝟷 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ɴᴊ_𝟿𝟺: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

[𝟸:𝟺𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ

[𝟸:𝟺𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼:,, ɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ

sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼 ɪs ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ...

Jungkook’s head is spinning, but he doesn’t think it’s from the breathtaking orgasm you had just given him. He’s on edge as he watches the little typing bubble appear and disappear multiple times. What could you possibly be ‘thinking’ about? Were you thinking of ending this whole thing? Oh god, were you thinking of—!

[𝟸:𝟺𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ?

No, this was definitely much worse. Jungkook never would have guessed how far this would have gone when he first impulsively texted you all those months ago. After the first two months, when the sexting had turned into a regular thing, he knew you’d eventually grow curious. He knew you’d eventually ask. And, god, does he wish he had the fucking balls to tell you.

Jungkook would be lying if he said this hadn’t turned into something more than just sexting. At least for him. He wasn’t really sure how you felt about him, though sometimes the things you’d say when you were coaxing him into an orgasm would go to his head, and he’d think, if only for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, you felt something more as well.

But after he’d come down from his high, and come down back to reality, Jungkook knew it was just wishful thinking. How could you have feelings for someone you’ve never met, never seen? Even if you did, it wasn’t Jungkook you felt something for, it was nj_94. Which, yes technically was him, but not to you. You probably thought it was, well, literally anyone except your nerd of a neighbor who was too much of a coward to tell you who he was. What the hell would he even tell you? How the hell would he tell you?

“Oh, hey, _____! You know that guy you’ve been sexting consistently through Cybersex for four months? Well, surprise! It’s been me the entire goddamn time!”

SLAP!

Yet, even in the safety of his imagination, you're fuming, ears blowing steam as you slam the door in his face. A demand to never speak to you again, and Jungkook sinks into the floor from shame and embarrassment. Sometimes, you’d laugh in his face, disbelieving, or worse, unwanting of him.

Jungkook’s mind was a weird and ghastly place.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at your message, but he sees you’ve gone offline, probably tired of waiting for him to reply. His thumbs hover over the keypad of his phone, but he can’t bring himself to say anything, not even to jokingly brush you off. There have been many moments before where you’ve brought up what nj_94 looks like, but somehow this time it feels different. Jungkook can’t pin down the feeling coiling in his stomach, so he does what he does best.

He ignores it.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The blaring sound of your alarm fills the once quiet room, ripping you away from your peaceful slumber, and you groan loudly into your pillow. Your hand fumbles around your nightstand as you try to blindly reach for your phone. Once you're able to turn off your alarm, you hear the pounding at the door. You lift your head, able to make out muffled calls of your name through your clouded mind. Who the fuck is trying to knock the door down so early in the morning?

You choose to bury your face in your pillows again, shifting the duvet over your head in order to block out the noise. Reaching for your phone once again, your eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright screen, and- oh, shit, you’re running late... again.

You throw the covers off your body, almost falling over the heap of clothes strewn over your bedroom floor. The knocking continues, and you rush out of your room, throwing the door open without sparing another glance at who’s standing at your doorstep.

“Give me five minutes!”

The figure chuckles, entering the threshold as you run back to your bedroom to throw on something presentable. “Rough night?” he says, voice sounding muffled through the closed door.

You laugh breathlessly, “More like rough weekend.” but you’re sure your voice is too quiet to be heard. Hastily brushing your teeth, you attempt to slip on your sweatpants at once. Following your successful multitasking and finishing your morning routine in record time, you emerge from your bedroom. Grabbing your keys and book bag from the living room, you pad over to the shoe rack near the front door.

“Wow, you should start waking up late every day if you’re gonna get ready this fast.”

You roll your eyes turning to shoot Jungkook a glare, “Don’t worry, I’ll start taking my time now just for you.”

Not waiting for a response, you open the door, gesturing for him to exit. He curtsies before he begins walking down the hallway to the elevator, you following closely behind.

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There’s something different about you today.

You’re quiet, gazing into the distance as you both walk to the coffee shop a few blocks away from your university campus. He tries to think nothing of it, chalking it up to the sleepiness still wearing off from the early morning. But usually you’d be pointing out random things on the street, or teasing Jungkook endlessly. And maybe he might miss the (albeit playful and meaningless) flirting, but he’d never say that out loud.

You reach the shop without a word, the sound of the city waking up and Jungkook’s boots hitting the pavement the only source of noise between you. When you reach the cashier, you’re still dazed, and if Jungkook didn’t know your order by heart (something he also would never admit), you’d probably forgo ordering anything.

Despite noticing all the things off today, Jungkook decides to not ask. He really doesn't want to push you to talk. And you’d come to him if there was something really bothering you.

At least that’s what Jungkook tried to do, but when you continue to be off in your own world, unknowingly ignoring his attempts at making conversation, he decides fuck that. And even though Jungkook would deny, again, if anyone would ever ask him, he does care deeply for you. Anything bothering you, bothers him.

“Alright, what’s up?” he asks, trying to seem casual despite rethinking the words a thousand times in his head.

“Huh?” you blink, coming back down to earth. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook sends you a disbelieving look, “You know what I mean. I asked you three times if you wanted a piece of my cheese danish, and you haven’t said a word since we left your apartment. So, what’s up?”

You duck your head, suddenly feeling bashful for ignoring Jungkook, but you haven’t been able to stop thinking about... him since the weird conversation you had on Friday. And to make matters worse, the fucker has been ignoring you. The only times he has bothered to text, was only to cancel your Saturday night appointment, despite the money already being transferred to your account. And when you tried to send it back, he declined the request without a word. Everything that he does leaves you more confused than before, and now you’re left to deal with these gross feelings building inside you.

Because even if you’re trying to ignore it, and him, as much as possible, your stupid brain can’t help thinking about all the sessions you’ve had with him, and all the mundane conversations that crossed the strictly business and purely sexual line. It was all too much, and you wished you could make sense of at least some of it, but now he won’t even talk to you. You can’t help thinking that maybe you had imagined it all. That maybe you had somehow convinced yourself that he felt the same way you did.

Or maybe he felt that it was becoming too much, too intimate, too serious, and wanted nothing to do with it. But even then, why couldn’t he have just told you that? Why did he have to fucking ghost you, for crying out loud? Why did-!

“Hello? Earth to _____!”

You blink, eyes focusing on the hand waving in front of your face. “Fuck, did I do it again?”

Jungkook chuckles, and you try to ignore the way your heart skips a beat. What the hell is up with you today? “Seriously, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” you hesitate, because what would you even call this? The whole situation is weird if you were to explain it to, well, literally anyone else. Not to mention the fact that Jungkook thinks you work as a coder from home. “Boy problems.”

Jungkook clears his throat, averting his eyes and choosing to focus on the grey concrete beneath him. “O-oh,” and as much as he doesn’t want to know about the other guy who’s got you so in your head, he still asks, “do you want to talk about it?”

You’re quiet for a moment, and Jungkook thinks that you might not say anything, that you might brush him off. He almost sighs in relief but then-

“Well, there’s this guy, and well- uhm,” you stare at the iced coffee in your hands, contemplating how to word your thoughts without actually spilling your secret. “We’ve never actually met, or anything, but we’ve been talking through this,” you pause again, glancing at Jungkook, whose jaw is clenched, “dating site. And well, we’ve been talking for about four months...”

Jungkook almost trips over his own feet whipping his head to look at you. You’re still talking, but now his brain is hazy and he can't think straight. No... you couldn’t... you’re not... you can’t be... you can’t be talking about... him, right? There’s... there’s no way. It has to be someone else. It has to be a coincidence that almost everything you’re saying sounds exactly like your relationship with... nj_94. Right? Right, of course, you’re definitely talking about someone else and it’s all in his-!

“...and when i asked, if uh, i’d ever get to see him, he kinda ghosted me, so, yeah.” you laugh nervously, noting the way Jungkook hasn't said a thing.

But, Jungkook is more sure than ever that you’re talking about him, well, not him, but nj_94, which technically- ok, you know what? It doesn’t matter because he feels nauseous and he’s sure he’s about to empty the contents of his stomach right here on campus in front of everyone. And now you’re looking at him with worry in those beautiful gleaming eyes of yours and oh, god, he needs to do something, anything to make this go away. Jungkook opens the lid of his coffee, taking a huge gulp without thinking anything of it because- OH FUCK!

IT’S FUCKING SCALDING. OH, GOD HIS TONGUE IS FUCKING BURNING AND HE’S SPUTTERING AND SPITTING THE COFFEE BACK OUT AND FUCK, IS HE SWEATING? IT’S SIXTY FUCKING DEGREES OUTSIDE AND HE’S SWEATING? NOW YOU’RE LOOKING AT HIM WITH CONCERN IN THOSE BEAUTIFUL GLEAMING EYES- wait, isn’t that the exact reason he’s stuck in this situation? God, what were you doing to him?

Jungkook barely registers the fact that you’ve both stopped walking, and are standing underneath one of the big trees on your campus. There’s a hand on his shoulder, and he realizes through his mess of a mind that it's yours.

“Jesus, Kook, are you okay?”

“Mhm,” he says, like a liar because no, he’s not okay, far from it actually. Because you’re fucking talking about him, and you don’t even fucking know it. God, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like this. Truthfully, Jungkook doesn't exactly know why he’s been ignoring you. It was in a panic that he had cancelled your next session, afraid to talk to you after the sucker move he had pulled Friday night.

And he knows, he fucking knows that avoiding it is just making it worse. And that it won't go away, no matter how much he tries to ignore it. Jungkook is at a loss for what to do, and it's not like he could go to his friends to ask for help. This whole situation was too fucking absurd to even bother explaining. But if there was one good thing coming from this, it was learning that you did actually care about him, or...erm...nj_94, at the very least. Sure, there were almost a million other things Jungkook had to figure out, but hey, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there.

Jungkook unconsciously pouts, willing the tingling on his tongue to go away. He’s too busy glaring at the offending coffee in his hands to notice the way your worried stare turns into one of suspicion, if only for a moment.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better?”

His head whips up at that, eyes widening at your words. Innocent and insignificant, yet Jungkook can’t help but think of the videos where you use the same tone. He’s sure that he’s completely forgotten the scalding burn on his tongue now. And it’s then that he sees it. The amused glint in your eyes, and the way your lips are pursed, seemingly holding back a laugh.

You’re making fun of him.

Jungkook scoffs, pushing your hand off his shoulder. You offer him the ice in your now empty cup, but he only rolls his eyes. You both toss your drinks in the can next to you, continuing the walk to your morning class.

And he tries to act upset, he really does, but when he sees you start to laugh, he can’t help but do the same.

[ :: ENTER... the (cyber)boy of your dreams ::]

There’s a familiar ping! that sounds through your bedroom, making you run out of your bathroom, toothbrush hanging from your mouth as you reach for your charging phone.

[𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟸 ᴘ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ?

Trying to ignore the slight pang of disappointment in your chest, you roll your eyes at his compliment. Typing out a response, you hit send before chucking your phone across your bed, huffing as you plop onto your mattress.

[𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟹 ᴘ.ᴍ] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴅᴏ ᴜ sᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴜʀ ɪɴʙᴏx?

[𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟹 ᴘ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏ ;)

Jimin was a bit of an icon in the cybersex world, adored by fans and other cyberboys alike. His videos centered on a more… demanding persona, which is what got him his mass audience. It obviously worked in his favor, if a peek at his account was anything to go by.

ParkJimin

@mincams

1,500,000 monthly viewers / 10,183,209 hearts

Most Popular: be a good girl, would you? / 7,937,937 views

And while a lot of cyberboys faked their personalities on screen, everything Jimin did had a sense of genuinity, and there was no doubt he was just as dominating in real life as he was on camera. You’d know better than anyone.

Jimin had begun texting you a few months ago, right when your videos had begun charting. It definitely took you by surprise, having only been messaged by two other cybergirls asking where you had bought your lingerie. And seeing his immense following only made you question it even more. What did he want to do with you when there were so many others who were more... on his level?

Yet, despite you sometimes disregarding his messages due to the suspicion you had in the early weeks, there would still be a text from him every Wednesday without a doubt. This obviously led to you, eventually, texting him back, if only to satiate your curiosity. And well, he was definitely... intriguing, considering the fact that you’ve been speaking ever since. Though, your ‘acquaintance’ with him has definitely crossed that line of playful flirtiness and frisky texting.

Cyber fuck buddies was probably the best way to describe your relationship with Jimin now. One lonely, frustrating late night had led to you and Jimin exchanging some very lewd thoughts with each other. And yes, although you had broken your second rule of being a cybergirl, the intense orgasm Jimin had given you was enough for you to... tweak them a bit.

See, at the beginning of your Cybersex journey, you had set rules for yourself, if only to make your job easier. And rule number two was to never get involved with a cyberboy. And, really, you were doing a great job at ignoring them completely, then Jimin had managed to slip his way into your life. But could you really blame yourself? Jimin was fucking hot, and you had your own desires that needed to be satisfied every once in a while. When he had just offered himself up, what were you supposed to do? Say no? It’s not like you were fucking him in real life anyway.

So, you changed that rule to never fuck a cyberboy. Harder to actually break and straight to the point. And yet... here you were, thinking of bringing none other than Park fucking Cyberboy Jimin onto your next show.

And you know, it sounds fucking stupid because what the hell? Did you not go over your own rules just now? But Jimin was the only one that could (possibly) help you in this very... unique situation. And, no, you were not gonna fuck him. Despite how much you’ve bent your rules, you were still going to try to respect them. Besides, you had other plans for him.

Like you mentioned before, Jimin was as demanding in his videos as in real life. Yet, there he’d be, in your direct messages, damn near begging for an opportunity to film a video with you.

Who would have thought that Park Jimin, the one who has everyone begging for him, actually wanted to be on his knees for you.

And at first it was easy to brush it off as a meaningless joke. Hell, you’d even respond back with a quip of your own. But when he actually explained himself, you had to say, all his points were very convincing. Something about gaining a bigger platform and a more ‘enlightening’ sexual experience. But, you had never brought anyone on your channel, and honestly, you had brushed the idea of a ‘partnership’ with him to the back of your mind. That is, until now.

Now, you needed him more than ever, for your own reasons.

[𝟸:𝟸𝟸 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɪs ᴜʀ ᴏғғᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ... ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ?

[𝟸:𝟸𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀsᴋ

[𝟸:𝟸𝟹 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs

[𝟸:𝟸𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ.

[𝟸:𝟸𝟺 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs.

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸4 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sʀs?

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟻 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: sᴜʀᴇ...ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ɴ ᴡᴇ ғɪʟᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴀᴛ.

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟼 ᴀ.ᴍ.] sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ𝟼𝟼𝟼: ᴅᴇᴀʟ?

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʙᴀʀɢᴀɪɴ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs ɪs ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ...

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟽 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: ᴅᴇᴀʟ.

[𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟾 ᴀ.ᴍ.] ᴍɪɴᴄᴀᴍs: sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ ;)

The buzz of quiet conversation fills the room, accompanied by the sounds of the documentary playing on the projector that no one could be seen paying attention to. Even the professor seemed to be falling asleep grading papers near the corner of the room. There were excited whispers of a party later tonight, but you, you were ecstatic for reasons completely different.

“Pssst! Jungkook!”

Jungkook lifts his head, looking around before he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around and almost jumps back in shock from how close your face is to his.

“Uh, yeah?” he whispers back.

There’s something in your smile that throws him off, demure and something else he can’t seem to figure out. Maybe Jungkook pays too much attention to anything you do. Fuck, you're driving him crazy just sitting there.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Uh, no... why?” he stutters, and maybe it’s just the dark lighting in the room, but he swears he sees your eyes gleam.

“No reason,” you respond, leaning your head against your hand. Your other hand comes to toy with the necklace sitting around your neck. “But I’d advise you to stay home this weekend.”

His eyes widen. What the fuck? Did Jungkook hear you correctly? Or is he starting to hear things too? What the hell are you doing to him? “W-what?”

“I don’t know if you’ve heard about the... show,” you make sure to look right into his eyes, “playing tomorrow night. I heard it was going to be really special.”

Jungkook blinks multiple times, sure the confusion and shock is written on his face as he stares at you. Fuck, he doesn’t know if he heard you correctly, and he’s too afraid to ask. He’s only able to dumbly murmur a “what?”

You only smile, no indication that those words had actually left your mouth. Except the fact that Jungkook had seen it. “There’s supposed to be a storm tomorrow. It’s not safe to go out.”

The lights flicker back on, and students begin to get up to leave the lecture hall. Jungkook is glued to his chair, staring at the desk you had just been sitting in. He’s too stunned to even bother thinking of a response, but luckily (or unluckily) you don’t seem to mind it. Instead you rise from your seat, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I’ll see you later, Jungkook.”

He glances up, swallowing hard at the coy grin on your face. Jungkook can’t help but follow your movement, watching as you pause at the door. You turn your head, making sure that you meet his eyes once again before winking at him. You take your leave, disappearing down the hallway but lingering in Jungkook’s mind.

There was... no way you knew, right? He’d been so careful not to let anything slip. Maybe you were talking about a TV show? As much as Jungkook tried to tell himself that it was all in his head, that no, you didn’t know about his not-so-little secret, somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice kept telling him that it was futile.

He’s embarrassed to admit that once he gets into the safety of his apartment, he runs to his computer, biting his nails as he waits for it to turn on. Jungkook clicks on the pink heart icon in the corner of his home screen, inputting his memorized account information.

USERNAME: nj_94

PASSWORD: boyzwithfun97

Jungkook hasn’t logged onto Cybersex since last Saturday, but searching for your name is like clockwork. Right as he clicks on your profile, he sees you’ve made a new post. Usually, Fridays were the days you went live, but apparently things were different tonight.

[9 MINUTES AGO] SWEETHEART666 said:

no live tonight, babes. vv special video coming tomorrow <3.

Yeah, he was completely and utterly fucked.

[ :: JOINING... the valley ::]

Jungkook doesn’t know how to feel.

He doesn’t even know what to expect. It’s finally Saturday, well Saturday morning and Jungkook finds himself lying in his bed, staring blankly at his ceiling. He’s already dreading the day, knowing that all that would be on his mind today would be you, and your stupid, vague words with your stupid smirk and, fuck, let’s just be real for a second; Jungkook has never been more mortified in his twenty-three years of living. Though if anyone were to ask, he’d say he’s doing fucking peachy, like the liar he is.

He hasn’t seen you since yesterday when you almost gave him a stroke from those borderline seductive words of yours. Fuck, a “show”? What else could you possibly mean? Did you know that he watched your videos? For Jungkook’s sake, he prays to whoever is up there that that’s all you know. The walls of the apartments are thin, thin enough for Jungkook to hear you moaning every time you film, and definitely flimsy enough for you to catch the sound of your name tumbling from his lips almost every goddamn time he comes. But, god, does he really wish he knew how you felt about everything. Instead of leaving him in the dark, he wished you would have at least told him you weren't angry at him for watching your videos in secret.

Oh, how things have taken a turn.

Something Jungkook is great at is pushing away his feelings. Which, in hindsight, has definitely never ever gone even remotely in his favor. Does that stop him from burying it all down? No. But it definitely has taught him ways to distract himself from anything and everything. And one of his favorite distractions is working out. In the gym located in the lower level of his apartment complex, he’s able to filter out the world, his thoughts, and throw all the shit he’s pushed down onto the treadmill. He focuses on the loud drumming of his playlist, pressing down on the arrow button until he’s completely drenched in sweat, panting from the thirty-minute sprint. Then it's weight lifting, which isn't as distracting as he’d like it to be, but if he turns his music up louder, he can't hear the way his brain is screaming at him to just! make! sense! of! his! feelings!

But it only lasts a short hour and a half during the workout. Now, all Jungkook can focus on is the way he hasn't ridden this elevator with you in what seems like forever, and how much he misses talking to you, even if it's just as nj_94. He wonders if maybe he’ll catch sight of you walking back from doing your laundry like he always does when he comes back from his Saturday workouts. Much to his dismay, there’s no sight of you when the elevator reaches your shared floor. His shoulders deflate, and he walks with his head down, feeling completely pathetic.

It’s only when he’s a few feet away from your apartment entrance that he spots the unfamiliar man leaning against your door. He’s poised, aura oozing with confidence and nonchalance. Jungkook slows his walking. Who the hell was he?

The man in question turns his head slightly, and consequently makes direct eye contact with Jungkook. Jungkook feels his eyes widen at how attractive this man was. But, honestly, he would be more surprised if he saw you with someone who looked any less than a fucking god amongst mortals. The man looks Jungkook up and down, plump lips shifting into a smirk before he tilts his head. Jungkook tenses, throwing him a quick nod of the head. His smile widens before the door to your apartment opens, and he walks in, disappearing as quickly as the door shuts.

Great, the last chance he had to see you before tonight was gone. No questions answered, but it was fine. Everything was fine. All he had to do was wait a bit more. Jungkook glances at his watch, sighing loudly before inputting the code, rather harshly, to his apartment.

Only five more hours.

Five minutes.

Jungkook has lost count of how many times he’s refreshed your profile page. He probably looks as crazy as he feels waiting for the clock to hit eleven. He doesn't know what he’s feeling. Excited? Unnerved? Terrified? Jungkook's willing to bet it might be all three.

The minutes seem to go agonizingly slow as if taunting him. The ticking of the clock above his bed threatens to send him into overdrive. He has half a mind to rip it from the nail on the wall and throw it across the room. Even the soft rain hitting his bedroom window makes him want to scream. But he knows every jumbled thought crossing his mind is just an attempt to distract him from the absolute fear he’s feeling right now.

Then finally, finally, after the umpteenth time Jungkook has refreshed the page, right when he feels he's about to implode and have his insides turn into mush, it appears. Right as the shorthand hits eleven.

● [LIVE!] ur fav boy on his knees... w/ a special surprise <3

by Sweetheart666

2,039 viewing now

Jungkook swears he feels his heart stop beating, and he almost doesn't click on the live, he almost shuts his laptop and walks to the corner of his bedroom to rethink his actions in shame.

Almost.

The sight is familiar, one of your dimly-lit bedroom and a king-sized bed freshly made with black satin sheets. It’s a view Jungkook has grown all too accustomed to, after spending countless late nights watching you come undone under the same light. But tonight, everything has him on edge. Even the sensual music playing quietly in the background makes his heart rate increase.

It takes another minute before you appear in frame, wearing that damned smirk on your face again. But now there’s a flash of something he can’t seem to name, that flickers in your eyes. Jungkook must either be losing his mind, or the camera was playing tricks. You greet everyone in that same sweet voice of yours, as you always do in every video. You wait a few more moments for more viewers to join, toying with the heart that hangs on the chain wrapped around your neck. Everything seemed normal so far, and for a split second, Jungkook is able to breathe again. But before his thoughts could get any further, he comes into the frame.

“Everyone, this is Minnie. You might know him as Jimin, or mincams. He’s the first person I’ve ever brought on my channel, so please be nice to him...”

The same guy that had been standing outside of your apartment door. Jungkook should’ve connected the dots. It was all right in front of his fucking eyes, yet he was too in his feelings to even realize it. This was your ‘special surprise’.

Jimin’s face is eerily familiar, and Jungkook realizes that it’s not from the fleeting hallway interaction. No, he’s definitely seen him on the trending page of Cybersex multiple times. He doesn’t know how he didn’t recognize him at first, having clicked on his videos out of curiosity before. He briefly wonders how Jimin, the ever dominating and controlling Cyberboy, was so willing to get on his knees for you. Then again, Jungkook knew better than to doubt your authority over anyone.

“...unless, of course, he misbehaves.”

Jungkook almost chokes on his spit, mind failing to grasp the last few words that had tumbled from your mouth. Had he heard you right? Judging by the way Jimin’s eyes light up, he’s gonna take a wild guess and say that yes, this was going exactly where Jungkook thought it was. He looks down at his pants. Jungkook was definitely more excited than terrified now.

You stand from your spot on the floor, but Jimin stays kneeled right where he is, eyes following your movement behind the camera. Jungkook glances at the growing number of viewers, half probably from Jimin’s own audience. Just one look at the comments, he notes that this is definitely something his fans had been waiting for.

“Sit on the bed. Strip down to your underwear.”

Even though he knows your words aren’t directed at him, Jungkook’s dick has a mind of its own. Sure, he’s watched the way you dominate during your solo shows, but seeing you order about another man, fuck, does it do things to Jungkook.

He watches as Jimin obeys immediately, sitting on the edge of the bed and almost ripping his shirt in his haste to please you. You walk into frame again, holding a piece of fabric in one hand. You trace your fingers over the slope of his nose, past his lips, and down the length of his neck. “Such a pretty face. Shame I have to cover it...” you pout, though your eyes are shining with mischief. Your hands bring the silk scarf around his eyes, tying it behind his head.

Jungkook puts his hand over his growing bulge as you guide Jimin further back onto your bed. You turn him to the side, both of your bodies perfectly lining up with the camera. Fuck, is it driving Jungkook absolutely wild knowing that this was all happening just on the other side of the wall behind him. God, the things he’d do to be in Jimin’s place. Or just be there in person.

You’re on his lap now, nipping at his neck as Jimin’s soft moans filter through the speakers of his computer. Your hands, however, are kept at your side, only making Jimin’s pleas for your touch more desperate. Yet, you give into none of it. Pulling away from him, but not without another whine from the blinded man, you grin. “So whiny.”

Jungkook pauses his clothed palming, waiting with bated breath as you go behind the camera once again. The sight of Jimin’s flushed cheeks and harsh breathing makes his dick harden impossibly more. You appear in frame, this time with an unfamiliar object in your hand. Your hand goes to Jimin’s chest, and he jumps from surprise, then immediately after whines at your soft caresses. Once his nipple stiffens, your other hand clamps the pink clip onto it, prompting a gasp from both Jimin and Jungkook.

Jungkook watches as you adjust the tightness while struggling to pull down his pants laying down. Jimin looks even more flustered than before, hands digging into the flesh of his thighs. “Does it feel okay?” he hears you whisper, and Jimin nods eagerly. You chuckle, “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” Jimin’s voice is strangled, and Jungkook can see the painful swell of his cock outline through the camera lens. “It’s perfect.”

“Good.” you pat his cheek before pushing him to lie down on his back. Another piece of fabric comes to wrap around Jimin’s wrists, placing them above his head. You climb over his body, opting to lay over his thighs, just below his prominent erection. “Tell me, baby,” Jungkook’s eyes catch the matching pink remote in your hand and the smirk on your face. Your thumb presses down on the button, and the sudden sounds of buzzing mixed with Jimin whining sets Jungkook’s skin ablaze. “Is it ok if I use you for tonight?”

“F-fuck, y-yes, p-please use me, sweetheart.”

Jungkook has his hand on his shaft, leisurely stroking as he watches you press the button once again. The humming stops, but Jimin is left gasping, back arching off the sheets. The sight spurs Jungkook further, and he brings his own hand to his erect nipples, pinching hard. You move to straddle Jimin’s thigh before lifting the other clamp to his mouth. “Open up, baby.”

Jimin quickly complies, opening his mouth wide enough for your index finger and thumb to enter. His lips wrap snugly around them, sucking until you tap his cheek. Your fingers and the clamp emerge drenched in his spit, but Jungkook only gets a glance before you’re shoving them beneath your thin mesh slip-on. The clamps come to life once again, you and Jimin releasing simultaneous moans of ecstasy.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat building on Jungkook’s skin as he pumps himself harder, whining at the sight. God, he’s never wanted to be beneath you as much as he wants to now. He watches as you press the remote once again, giggling quietly at Jimin’s complaining. Jungkook stops his stroking, despite how much he wants to continue, realizing he’d probably make himself come unintentionally. And he could tell you were just getting started.

Your hand trails down the expanse of his chest, trailing down his toned stomach before stopping right above the place Jimin wants you the most. Your touches are playful, teasing as you use your other hand to reattach the wet clip on Jimin’s bare nipple. Jimin gasps when you press your hand down on his erection. “Nngh, sweetheart. It hurts.” he pouts, and Jungkook is almost sure if he wasn’t blindfolded, he’d be giving you puppy eyes.

But you’re inexorable.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better, baby?” you’re still talking to Jimin, but you look straight at the camera, and at Jungkook, as you say it, lashes fluttering.

Now that makes Jungkook cease his motions. Even in his hunger-ridden mind, the words feel strangely familiar, like he’s heard them before, but in a different situation. Jungkook can’t seem to remember, but the thought disappears as quickly as it came. You’ve left Jimin alone on the bed again, standing beside as you slowly strip yourself of your underwear. Hearts blow up the screen as you smirk at the camera. “Everyone’s so needy today, huh?”

You crawl up next to Jimin, tracing your fingers lightly over his toned chest. “You could probably come from these alone.” Jimin voices his pleading objections, desperate to feel your hands elsewhere, but you leave his side once again, walking closer to the camera. “Hmm, let’s ask your fans what they think.”

There’s no need to even glance at the video chat, because your laugh says it all. “Looks like they want you like this, Minnie.” He arches his back of the bed, attempting to plead with you for more stimulation. “Nnngh, please, sweetheart.” Yet you only giggle quietly. Your hand reaches for the remote off to the side before you turn the clamps on once again. Jimin’s breathy moans are loud, loud enough to filter through your shared wall, and Jungkook gulps.

Leaving Jimin alone on the bed once again, you emerge with a silver bowl in your hand. You crawl onto his thighs again, clicking the button and halting Jimin’s pleasure. Your fingers pick up an ice cube before tracing it down his chest. Jimin shivers at the coolness, but otherwise stays quiet, waiting for your next move. When you reach the band of his boxers, you leave the ice cube to melt on his abs before pulling them down and letting his cock hit his stomach. Jimin gasps at the cold wetness, tied hands digging into the mattress above his head. “Is that better, Minnie?” he only nods in response, and this time it’s enough for you.

Jungkook glances at the mess on his lap, a mix of his precum and spit lathered all over his shaft and hand. He looks back at his screen, and he sees you’ve crawled over his chest, nearing his face. Your hand goes to cradle his jaw, using your thumb to trace his bottom lip. “Tell me, Minnie, is this mouth only good for whining and complaining?” Jimin shakes his head fervently, tongue coming out to lick at your thumb. “Hmm, mind if I test it for myself then?”

Jimin swallows, trying to find his voice. “Please.”

You push his head back onto the bed, placing your knees on either side of his head. Another ice cube finds its way to your hand, and you bring it to Jimin’s lips. “Open, Minnie.” he complies, sucking the ice into his mouth. His mouth is left agape, and you smile, pleased. “Good boy.”

You slowly sink down, just enough for Jimin to start licking and sucking your heat. You gasp, holding your breath before letting out a small whimper. The hand that’s not steadying you holds the remote, pressing down on the button once again. Jimin groans into your clit. Jungkook watches the way your back arches with pleasure as his hand speeds up on his dick. He imagines being the one underneath you, eating you out like he’s wanted to for so long. Jungkook tries to be quiet, he truly does, but, fuck, just the vision of you spread out above him, makes him moan out loud.

“C’mon, Minnie, louder. Don’t you want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel?” Jungkook doesn’t realize how loud Jimin is until he hears his moans clearer through the wall than his computer speaker. Jungkook swallows down his whines as best he can, but when he sees the way your toes curl from Jimin’s unrelenting mouth, he can’t help it anymore. He’s sure the noises falling from his mouth can be heard as clearly as Jimin’s, yet he can’t find it in himself to care. Not when he’s so close to his own release.

Your whimpers only spur Jungkook further, and he’s too lost in the way you smirk straight at the camera to worry about his volume anymore. He groans, on the edge of ecstasy when your voice sounds through his clouded mind. “C’mon, baby boy, I know you can do it.” White flashes behind his eyelids, and he comes in spurts of white all over his stomach. Jungkook doesn’t notice the way all light in his room has suddenly shut off, leaving him with only the glow of his dying computer to luminate him.

When Jungkook finally opens his eyes, there’s nothing but darkness, the harsh sound of rain splattering against his window and the howling noise of the wind mixing with his harsh breathing. Even Jimin’s whines and the humming of his laptop has stopped. The post orgasm haze clouding in his mind the only indication that whatever just happened was actually real.

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“Fuck.” he mutters, finally grasping the fact that the power had gone out. But, it’s when Jungkook’s eyes adjust to the darkness, that it comes back to him. Something you said that sounded too familiar, and this time he knows it’s not his imagination.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better, baby?”

It becomes clearer as his breath evens out.

“Awww, do you want me to make it better?”

You know.

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The Good Old Days.

John Rambo (Post-Rambo III) x reader

Warnings: implied death, implied injury, heavily implied sexual themes, possible swearing? Alcohol consumption (moderate)

Context: inside John's head.

A/n: so recently, I saw @slystallone 's post (Here) about a deleted scene from Rambo, and this idea (or at least the first part) came to mind, so I have them to thank for the inspiration! (Also, if you're as obsessed as I am with Sylvester Stallone content, check out their blog, it's amazing!)

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His eyes scan idly around the room, taking in the cheerful faces of young people letting loose, watching as many of them move together on the dancefloor, keeping in time with the sappy music playing overhead. Throughout the room, glasses are clinked together, liquids in a multitude of different colours sloshing in their containers as the owners of said drinks swallow down their beverages, the strong odour of alcohol rife in the air. Sweat mingles with this, as well as heady cologne and perfumes, creating the perfect odour of youthful spirit, something he has long since forgotten. Around him, he can see a fair few couples together: one in a booth in the corner, one right in the centre of the dancefloor, and one to his left, each of them enjoying each other's company far more explicitly than the rest of the pairings in the bar.

It should, in theory, be an enjoyable environment, being around hordes of people who are having a good time, but John can't help the discomfort playing in his mind. Something about the strong smells, the heaving throng of people, the lack of clear vision of anywhere fixed in the room and the cacophony of raucous noise doesn't sit right with him, his finely tuned senses prickling at everything. Dimly, he's aware of fighting back flashes of memory that spring, unbidden, to mind, trying to ignore the familiar faces branding his conscience. A lack of control in an environment, particularly one like this, has long since made itself known as a trigger of the thoughts he'd rather forget.

Just as he goes to dwell on these, he's interrupted by a familiar voice, one that grounds him, reassures him.

"John! Sorry I took so long, some kids were taking their time." (Y/n) apologises as she drops into the bar stool beside him, taking her drink back from him.

"Don't worry about it." He murmurs back, twisting the neck of his soda bottle in his hand (he finds alcohol takes away from his sense of control), flicking some hair from his face.

Smiling at him, (Y/n) takes a sip of her drink, turning to face the dancers as she sits with him, the two quite used to sitting in companionable silence.

After a little while, she finishes her drink and sits back against the counter, only to spring up again when she hears the music overhead change, a wide grin on her face. Bouncing to her feet, she turns to John, expression imploring him.

"I love this song! Remember it? From way back when?" She smiles at the memory, a good one through all the bad ones, "We used to dance to this."

John can't help the small smile playing at his own lips as he is reminded of how they'd danced a couple of times, back on his father's ranch.

"I remember." He agrees, watching her.

"Come on, dance with me now!" (Y/n) chuckles, moving her body in the bare impression of a dance move.

"No, I'm good." John declines initially, waving her off politely.

"Aw, come on! It'll be fun! Just like the good old days!" She pleads with him, reaching out to take one of his hands, very lightly jerking on it as he tries to ignore the butterflies rising at her touch.

"I'm not sure…"

"Please? Just one song?" She gives him a look, one he has memorized. It tells him she wants him to join her, but that she won't be upset if he doesn't, that she'll understand. She always does.

Eventually, it's what causes him to cave in.

Sighing, he climbs to his feet, allowing her to pull him into the crowd, the veteran pushing down the distrust brewing inside him from the closeness of the people around him, instead focusing on the feeling of her hand on his, grounding himself. As she finds a good spot on the dancefloor, (Y/n) turns back around to face him, face light and happy as she starts to dance, just how they used to. Copying her, John tries to forget the awkward feeling, finding it hard to make contact with the childhood memories that would've helped him, his expression tightening as he moves.

After a moment, (Y/n) seems to notice this, stepping forwards into his space as she looks up at him with a curious look, silently asking for permission as her hands hover over his shoulders. Nodding, he bites back the sigh threatening to leave him as her hands close ever so gently around him, his own coming up to lightly grip her waist, enjoying the feeling of her body in his grasp. Leaning into his touch, (Y/n) sways them in time to the music, her expression softening as the tempo of the music does, the two of them drifting closer as they move together. Her scent is in his nostrils, somehow discernible through the sweat and alcohol around him, calming him as he leans in further, wrapping his arms more firmly around her body. Carefully, he pulls her into him, feeling her softer curves against his hard muscles, his hands splaying at her back, his nose soon finding her hair as he buries his face in it. She wraps her own arms around his neck, delicately threading her fingers into his hair, stroking through the strands soothingly as she presses her head into his chest.

As they hold each other, it's as if the world around them has disappeared, leaving them in a bubble of security, just holding each other as they used to, before touch meant more than an idle gesture. It means so much more now, particularly for them.

After a moment, she pulls her head back a little, looking up into his face, eyes searching his, her lips parted as she regards him. They're close, so close he can feel her every breath against his heated skin, his gaze flicking down to stray over her lips as he fights the urge to simply bend down and close the gap between them, and give in to every desire he's repressed for years now. Naturally, she notices this and smiles, reassuringly this time, before she leans up and presses her lips to his.

Instantly, they find a rhythm, lips smoothing against each other with soft fervour as hands start to pull each other closer together. John runs one hand down to her lower back, splaying his fingers over the curve of her ass, using the grip to pull her more tightly into him, enjoying the feeling of her body against his, the noises she lets out only serving to intensify his feeling for her. (Y/n) gently tugs on his hair, her other hand moving to push up under his shirt, feeling over his tense muscles, arching her body into him as he lightly licks at her lips. Obediently, she allows him access, and his tongue freely explores her mouth, sliding wetly alongside her's, her moans swallowed by him as he rocks his hips against her. Idly, the hand she had pushed up his shirt starts to trail downwards, settling over his crotch.

With a jerk, he breaks free from the kiss, his eyes finally flying open as he snaps upright in the rickety bed.

Breathing hard, he scans the room, instantly remembering where he is, the knowledge calming him slightly as he wipes sweat from his forehead. Desire and longing course through him, his eyes straying over to find the figure lying beside him, her body left exposed by the thin sheet.

In the dim light from the moon outside, (Y/n)'s sleeping form appears peaceful, her muscles totally relaxed, allowing for a less guarded look to cross her face, the hard line of her brow and lips softened until she appears more angelic. In the many times they'd slept on the same room, or same bed, John can not remember ever seeing her quite so relaxed, not after they got into the military anyway.

They'd met as teenagers, when she'd come to work for his father on his ranch. During their time working together the two had become fast friends, eventually managing to do most things together, until they both decided to join the military. She'd gone into the airforce, before eventually getting into another branch of the Special Forces, where she faced a similar abrupt finish to her career as he did, losing all of her team to a poorly planned stealth mission, which some corrupt colonel in the higher positions had instructed them to do. After this point, they miraculously found each other again on the long road to a small town called Hope, where things went awry. Neither wanted to leave the other, and so they stuck by each other, helping each other out on the bloody road that came after the events of Hope, leading them to this point.

Unsurprisingly, John had soon realised that his feelings for the hardened veteran were no longer as innocent as he would've liked to keep them. Somewhere along the way, through gunfights fought back-to-back, mindless races through the sweltering jungle to avoid pursuers behind them, bandaging each other's wounds at the dead of night with only a dull campfire to light their work, and the calmer, soft moments between them, where they both overcame (to a certain extent) the mindless grief hounding them together, John had found that he and fallen for his partner. She'd always been there, back when things had gone to hell in Hope, when Co had been shot, and when Trautman had needed rescuing, (Y/n) had been by his side, fighting his battle with him, because "his battle is her battle now, they are partners after all". She meant everything to him, and he'd kill for her. He HAS killed for her.

At times, he'd played with the idea of telling her his feelings, of confessing to her and hoping things would be ok, but he had never gone through with it. Something always stops him, and that both irritates and relieves him. He has never quite been able to put a finger on what it is, but now, watching her sleep so peacefully, he realizes what it is.

He never wants to lose her friendship, ever, and he's afraid he'll ruin what they've got if he says anything. So he stays silent, keeping his thoughts to himself, lifting a hand to lightly ghost it over her side, thankful that she's so tired her instinctive alertness has dimmed down enough for him to gently touch her without her realising. He never places his hand down, only tracing his fingers over her, keeping the touch gentle and friendly, should she wake. It would be so easy just to pull her body into his, to hold her tightly against his chest and bury his face in her soft hair, but he restrains himself, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Groaning, he rolls onto his back, knowing now that sleep won't come again tonight, especially not with his thoughts so high-strung and confused, unless he manages to relax properly again.

Oddly enough, his reprieve comes to him in a surprising, but not at all unwelcome manner: mumbling in her sleep, (Y/n) turns over, her hands reaching out to find something, anything, latching onto him as they find him. Gently, she pulls herself into him, her head pressing into the side of his chest as her hand rests over his heart, his pulse pounding under her touch.

Eyes wide, John gingerly wraps his arm around her, finding comfort in the solid feeling of her body in his grip, sleep coming back to him now as he buries his face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent. He could get used to this, but he knows that he never will, not as long as he wants his friendship to last.

Just as he goes to drift off, he hears (Y/n) sigh one thing, her voice a bare whisper, if slightly more coherent than it should be for someone fast asleep:

""Wish you knew how I feel about you."

Part Two

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waywardnerd67 · 3 years

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Star Crossed: Shining Star

Summary: Between filming and conventions, Jensen Ackles hardly has a moment to himself. During a panel one weekend he learns that his favorite band’s lead singer is a fan of his. Encouraged by his best friend, Jensen steps out of his comfort zone and reaches out to her on social media. That one decision throws his entire world into a whirlwind adventure. Pairing: No Pairing Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1595 A/N: None

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Jensen Ackles walked into his apartment kicking off his shoes by the door. Thankful to be done filming for the week and looking forward to not having to travel too far for the convention this weekend. He loved meeting fans and performing on Saturday nights. There were some weeks where he wished he could relax in his apartment and not have to worry about traveling.

Deciding a night of Netflix and pizza was in order, Jensen took a quick shower then put on some sweats with a t-shirt. He had settled in with his pizza with The Witcher series pulled up to watch when his phone started buzzing.

“No Jared, I don’t want to come out.”

Laughter came ringing through the speaker, “Jackles, it’s only a few crew and myself chilling at our normal spot. Come out for a little while.”

“What part of no don’t you understand? The N or the O?” Jensen rubbed his forehead hearing everyone behind Jared chanting his name, “Buddy, I’m showered and in for the evening. I’ll make it up to y’all tomorrow night.”

“Fine old man, see you tomorrow.”

He groaned, ending the call and no longer interested in the show on Netflix. Turning off the tv, he walked over to his record player turning on the band he had been listening to on repeat. He discovered Wayward Stars a few years ago when a fan gifted him their cd. They were a hard rock, alternative metal band with lyrics that spoke to the soul. Also, the lead singer was drop dead gorgeous.

There had been late night shoots he would turn on one of their albums listening to (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s voice letting it seep into the far reaches of his mind. As he sat in his apartment alone, he allowed his mind to wander of singing with her on stage one day. Making a mental note to talk with Creation and Rob Benedict about getting her to come to Vegas for SNS. For now, he let the music flow over him well into the night.

The next day, Jensen slept in until he heard Clif knocking on his door. Twenty minutes later, he was walking down to the lobby where Jared was sitting with his eyes closed.

“Hey Jared!” He yelled.

Jared jumped falling off the chair he was on. Jensen and Clif started laughing as he mumbled curses under his breath getting off the floor.

“Not funny and I will get you back.” Jared’s eyes narrowed on him.

“I’m sure you will, big guy. Now, can we get on with our day?”

They had a few interviews at the studio and some meetings before they had to get ready for the concert that night. Since the convention was in Vancouver and there was no traveling, Jensen had agreed to sing that night. He was excited to perform new songs and to be in front of the fans. As they pulled into the studio parking lot, he sighed knowing it was going to be a long day ahead of him.

It was near six o’clock when Jensen arrived back at his apartment to get ready for the night. Once again, he turned on his favorite Wayward Stars song, A Light in the Dark. It was a slower song with beautiful lyrics and then a killer riff in the end. He was in his room, singing when he heard his door open. Only two people had a key to his place and he only needed one guest to know who was walking in.

“Really? Wayward Stars again?” Jared flopped down on his couch.

“I can’t help it that you have horrible taste in music.” He chuckled.

“I like the band… just not 24/7 like you.”

He rolled his eyes, shutting off his record player, “Don’t judge me. Now come on and let’s go hang out with the fam.”

Saturday Night Special was exactly that, special. Especially when they were in Vancouver. The cast and crew seemed to cut loose a little more backstage. He was catching up with Matt Cohen when they called him to get ready to go on stage. Jared and Misha were standing by the stage to watch as Rob called him up on stage.

There was nothing more exhilarating than being hit with a roar of an audience. An electric current steady ran down his body over the next fifteen minutes as he performed. When he walked off stage, as promised, he celebrated with Jared, Misha and others until the early hours of morning.

Their early morning panel was rough as the coffee worked through knocking out the whiskey from his system. The last question of their morning panel came from a young lady wearing a Wayward Stars shirt.

“Love your shirt.” Jensen smiled.

“We get it Ackles, you’re their biggest fan.” Jared jokes.

The fan laughed, “Actually my question is about them. SPN family loves this band since they are fans of the show. Wondering if you ever had a chance to meet them or if they could be invited to a SNS show?”

“Go on fanboy…”

Jensen rolled his eyes, “I would love to meet them one day and have them come perform during Saturday Night Special. I’m forever thankful to the fan who gave me their cd a couple of years ago. Many, many a night their music has kept me sane during shooting. So yeah, definitely would love to meet them.”

“I would love for Jensen to meet them so I can film it and post it on social media for everyone to see him fanboy all over (Y/N).”

The crowd ohhh as Jensen glared at Jared, “Alright, alright… I think we have to get going now. We will see y’all later.”

Waving as they walked off the stage. As soon as they were on the stairs, Jensen punched his friend in the shoulder.

“Ow!”

“You deserve that.” Jensen could hear Jared laughing all the way to the green room.

The rest of the convention went without a hitch. Monday morning brought a whole new week of filming. Jensen was in his trailer when his phone buzzed seeing a text from Jared.

He pulled up his app, seeing a few friends tagging him in a post from a girl named Addy. Clicking on the YouTube link surprised to see (Y/N) watching him sing from SNS.

“I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and talented and the perfect man.” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically pretending to faint.

Text flashed on the screen, “#1 Jensen Ackles Fangirl”

He sat there stunned for a moment watching the video again. He could not wrap his mind around that she was a big fan of his. He knew the band liked the show, but to think he was perfect? His heart thumped against his chest as his shaking hands typed a message back to Jared.

Jensen took a few deep breaths before typing a Tweet then deleting it. He typed another one and deleted it. The third time he hit post and immediately regretted it, sounding like an idiot. Within minutes he received a notification from (Y/N) on Twitter.

Before he could reply, Jared was calling him, “Are you freaking out?”

“N-No… maybe, yes.” He stammered.

Jared’s laughter filled his ear, “Oh my god I wish I could see your face right now. This is your chance to make all your dreams come true.”

“I’m hanging up now, Jerk.”

“See you in an hour, Bitch.” Jared was still laughing as Jensen ended the call.

He watched the video a few more times and sent another Tweet out to (Y/N) after following her page. He went on all his social media making sure he was following her before realization hit that it seemed stalkerish.

“Jay, calm your roll.” He muttered to himself.

Putting his phone down, he tried to go over his lines for the next scene they were shooting. When he could not concentrate then he buckled, putting in his earbuds and turning on Wayward Stars. His hands were still trembling as he tried to control his fan moment.

Over the next several weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) were chatting all over social media. He posted a picture on Instagram tagging her in holding up her vinyl record.

Finally, he gathered the courage to ask for her number in a DM to chat with her more in private. Since their fans were going nuts over their new friendship. Now they would text each other everyday like they had known each other forever. She would tell him about her shows and cities she was in. He would chat about filming without spoiling anything for her. The only thing he wished could happen was their schedules to sync up so they could meet.

That thought ran through his mind everyday especially when he was at conventions like the upcoming weekend in his hometown. Thursday night, he was on a plane heading to Dallas when a notification popped up on his phone from (Y/N) posting on Twitter.

“Not next to me.” He mumbled snapping a picture of himself before replying to her Tweet.

He knew where she was off too after they had talked earlier in the day. They were still a thousand miles apart but closer than they had ever been since their friendship had begun. Settling back into his seat, he enjoyed listening to Wayward Stars newest song released that week.

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Before it begins

Harry Styles x Evangelina Cooper

(part of the all about love series)

The journey of making a documentary starring famous singer, Harry Styles, while also learning a little bit about his secret girlfriend, Evangelina Cooper.

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Word count: ~1.3k

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The small studio room was warm. It was also dark, only being lit by two large studio lights that illuminated the bright blue tufted sofa.

This was it. Harry thinks, the moment that all of the filming and recording over the last year and a half had been built up to. And it wasn't even done yet.

Ever since Harry's stadium tour had ended, he had been slowly working out the kinks of a new album, and to go along with that, he wanted a documentary that showed the process.

This is going to be amazing.

The album was a little less than halfway done at this point, and if everything goes according to plan, it will hopefully come out in November of 2019, the documentary following shortly after.

Hopefully.

Today though, was the first day that Harry was scheduled to begin recording the sit down and voiceover portions of the film.

He sighs as he sits down on the couch in front of the large camera, there weren't many other people in the room since it was so small, but he was still somehow very nervous.

This would be the first time that the world would be seeing Harry since he went on a hiatus after the end of his first tour.

"Harry, we are going to start by recording the monologue for the very beginning, so the first thing the people will hear when they begin watching, okay?" One of the producers, Matt, raised his eyes questioningly at the curly haired boy, making him gulp before nodding.

He looked around the room, everyone's eyes were on him, awaiting the beginning of the recording. Meanwhile, Harry had no idea what to expect as he glanced up at all the fancy equipment.

The camera starts rolling, before another one of the producers, Sean, holding the clapperboard out in front of the lens before speaking, "Harry Styles Documentary, opening scene, take one."

Sean then started asking Harry the basic questions that you hear at the beginning of every documentary about a celebrity.

'How was your childhood?'

'When did you start singing?'

'Who's been one of your biggest inspirations?'

It was honestly getting quite boring for Harry, because he knew that his fans didn't care about the questions that they already knew the answers to. He had already said them time and time again in almost every interview he had ever gone to.

That's when he said, "How 'bout we start with something more unique?"

The three producers looked around at each other from where they were sitting, then Matt shrugged and looked back up towards him. "It's your documentary, man. You can do whatever you want"

"Great," Harry relaxed at the fact that he had now had creative control. "Can you start it over?"

Sean cut the cameras, before starting them again. At the same time, Harry took a deep breath, slouching back into the couch.

"It's scary to think about the things everyone else thinks of you when you aren't there." His voice was soft, but it filled the room. "I mean, after the tour I deleted everything. Instagram, Twitter."

"Nobody physically saw me, for over a year." The man paused for a moment, "And I started to think that was a good thing,"

"That's when I started writing Fine Line. Even though I didn't know quite what I was writing about." Words just started spewing as he continued, "But what I did know was that I wanted to be honest, and that I wanted this album to be a lot more open and a lot more interpretive than my last one, but I didn't know what that meant exactly."

"I think that I knew that I was going to be writing a lot more of my feelings, but at the same time, I didn't want them to be portrayed in the wrong way. But that's besides the point." He shook his head, trying to keep himself from getting too off topic, "My main goal with this album was to capture all of the feelings that I had been bottling up and hiding away ever since the first album came out."

That's when Matt interjected, asking Harry, "What do you think made you feel the need to bottle everything up?"

He sighed again, crossing one of his legs over the other before speaking again, "From the age of sixteen when I began One Direction, everyone told me not to overshare. Management, my parents, everyone."

"And then at one point, probably when I was around eighteen or nineteen, I felt like everyone knew everything about me." He stopped for a moment, clearing his throat. "Yeah, I did not like that."

"So I began not just not oversharing, but not sharing anything at all. I basically closed myself off to everyone."

"What made you realize that you needed to finally let it all go?"

"This album."

The room fell silent for a moment, but the camera kept rolling. Harry looked away from the lens, focusing his gaze on one of his plaques on the wall. He stayed like that for a few minutes, the only sound being heard was the soft hum of the air conditioner.

"Why don't you tell us about where you wrote the majority of the album?" Sean was trying to change the topic.

"London, actually." It was known by anyone who watched Harry's 'Behind the Album' for his first set of music that he spent most of his time in Jamaica while writing, and to hear that he stayed so close to home while writing an album the second time around was pretty surprising.

"Why?"

Harry gave a small grin, only saying one word. "Her."

Of course the whole production team had already met the special lady that the singer was talking about.

He was talking about his girlfriend, Evangelina Copper.

They had been together for almost a year now. And it was safe to say that he was a bit more than in love with her.

She was absolutely perfect for him, is what most of Harry's closest friends would say. She was the type of girl who had just enough normalcy, and just enough ambition to date someone like Harry.

She was perfect, especially to Harry.

"Why don't you tell us about her?" Matt suggests, but Harry shakes his head with a light smile.

Everyone in the room gave him a questioning look, knowing that on a normal basis, Harry loved to brag about his girlfriend.

All he responded with though, was, "You'll get to know all about her later." Mostly talking to the fans who would be watching.

Matt nods before looking at the viewfinder, seeing that they had gathered a pretty good amount of footage. "Okay, one last question."

Harry placed his elbows on his knees, before resting his head in his hands.

"What is one thing that you want people to take away from this documentary."

He thought about it for a moment, wanting to think of a suitable answer. "That it isn't just a film about my life, or about song writing."

"This is about love, and learning to love yourself as well as others." His words halted for a moment before he continued, "I want people to see that writing music isn't just about lyrics, It's built off of something, and for me, that was finding love."

"It's all about love?" Matt reiterates.

"It's all about love."

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･:*✧ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼; 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝘅

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𝟮𝟮𝟵𝟱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝘂, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘂.

you smiled softly as your best friend entwined her arm with yours, talking excitedly as you walked towards the house. the music coming from inside could be heard from down the street and many people were hanging outside, taking a breather or smoking with some friends.

you hadn’t been in the mood to go to this party - to do anything at all - but she’d insisted and you could never say no to her, your guardian angel. she was the one you’d gone to in the middle of the night of your breakup, the one that hugged you and dried your tears and let you stay for as long as you needed. she listened to you talking and crying for hours and comforted you as best as she could, saying all the right things and making you smile with silly jokes and your favorite food.

that evening you’d both gotten ready at her apartment, laughing and singing as music played in the background, putting on makeup next to each other in front of her not-big-enough mirror. all dressed up as you were you felt pretty for the first time in weeks, and for that alone you couldn’t thank your best friend enough.

going out for one night would do you good, that’s what you kept telling yourself as every step took you closer to the full house. right before you reached the front porch, your best friend stopped walking and made you face her, holding both your hands in hers.

“bub, if at any point you want to leave just tell me and we’ll go back to my house, order takeout and have a bridgerton marathon, okay?” she said, squeezing your hands in reassurance.

she was serious, and you knew she wouldn’t have hesitated if you asked her to leave, but you really didn’t want to ruin it for her. she’d said she wanted you to have fun and cheer up for a night, which was undoubtedly true, but you knew the reason why she’d insisted to come to this party specifically. hyunjin, who was popular and funny, the host of the party, and your best friend’s crush. you’d encouraged her to approach him and helped her text him back when they first started talking.

but hyunjin was also one of minho’s closest friends, and the chances of not seeing your ex that night were close to nonexistent. still, you knew just how close your best friend and her almost-boyfriend were to taking the next step, and you wanted her to be happy just as much as you wanted the same for yourself.

you could recognize familiar faces wherever you looked, even with the purposefully casted lights and how crowded the place was. it looked like hyunjin had invited the entire campus, but you suspected many had just invited themselves. your best friend smiled and offered compliments to everyone who waved at her, always the skilled social butterfly.

you did the same, trying to ignore the bittersweet taste in your mouth when you noticed the difference in people’s eyes. when they looked at her they were excited, but they offered you looks that you could only describe as sympathetic. they had inevitably caught up on you going from often posting about your relationship to deleting all your pictures with minho, some even a year old. you’d even received messages offering you support and kind words and you were grateful that people cared about you like that, but for one night you just wanted to forget about everything.

“why don’t you go find hyunjin? i’ll just get myself a drink,” you said, noticing how your best friend was looking around, visibly searching for someone.

she turned to look at you, her widened eyes making you chuckle. “no! i promised i’d stay with you and i will,” she said, nodding resolutely and entwining her arm with yours again. she looked back in front of her and suddenly stopped walking, holding you back. she had a puzzled look on her face, the same as when you were studying together and she was trying to understand a difficult concept.

“are you okay?”

“yes!” she exclaimed, smiling widely. “i just remembered i wanted to show you these jeans i found on instagram, they’re so cute i think you’ll love them.”

she started walking again as she unlocked her phone and you followed, your eyebrows furrowed as you wondered. you knew her well enough to know when she was lying, but you couldn’t understand what she was lying for right now.

and then, as she made you look at her screen, her shoulder bumped into yours and you collided with someone standing on the side, the front of your top instantly getting stained with whatever drink they were holding in their hand. as they started apologizing, you immediately looked up, petrified by the voice that had been haunting you even in your dreams for the past weeks.

your eyes locked with minho’s concerned gaze and the world around you was silent, everything that wasn’t him - people dancing, someone doubling over in laughter, hyunjin and the rest of minho’s friends observing the scene in various states of shock - blurred out in the background. the first thought that passed your mind was that he looked beautiful, and you hated yourself for it. the words seemed to die on his lips, and the way his eyes saddened at the sight of you hurt like nothing had ever hurt before.

seconds felt like drawn out minutes. the slow-mo effect faded out as your best friend started talking, and with her angered voice came back the music and the chaos. “what the hell, minho?! don’t just stand there, for fuck’s sake! you fucked up her outfit, go help her clean up at least.”

minho looked at her and then back at you, opening and closing his mouth as he decided on what to do. he sighed as he came to a conclusion and took your free hand before leading you to the upper stair, dodging people in his way. you still hadn’t grasped the entirety of what was happening when you looked back down at your best friend, halfway through the staircase. hyunjin’s arm was hugging her waist and they were both looking at you, hyunjin offering you thumbs up. she mouthed a ‘sorry’ to you, but her smile betrayed how not sorry at all she actually was.

she’d planned the entire scene, probably right there and then, and you cursed her smart-ass and twisted way of caring for you. you could’ve honestly predicted something like this, you’d heard her telling you that she didn’t think you should just let minho go without a fight once too many times as she comforted you. was she right? as minho’s hand gently grasped yours tighter and he shielded you from a way too drunk couple of guys, your brain slowly started convincing itself that she was.

when the bathroom’s door closed behind you, it felt like you’d just entered another dimension. the room was still clean, the party hadn’t start long ago enough for any kind of bodily fluids to have reached it. not yet, at least.

you watched as minho found a clean towel and put it under the running faucet. you still hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but the noise from outside had made up for it. now, with tense silence and muffled music as the only things keeping you company in the small bathroom, it felt embarrassingly awkward. you thought about something you could say, anything that wouldn’t have tears streaming down your cheeks in a matter of seconds, but you couldn’t find anything.

minho shut the water off and started rubbing off the stain on your white top. he was only making it worse and his knuckles were touching your stomach as he held the shirt in place. you blurted out the words before you could stop yourself.

“it’s not going to come off.”

“it might.”

“it won’t,” you said, and he looked up at you.

close, way too close. that’s what he was, besides gorgeous and… miserable. his lips were chapped, his eyes dull and rimmed with dark eyebags, the white light of the bathroom making his skin look pale and sickly. he was still breathtaking, he still made your knees buckle and cheeks bloom with red, but you knew he wasn’t okay. your best friend had been right, once again.

you took the towel from his hand and placed in on the sink, newfound determination in the way you moved. if it had to cost you time, embarrassment and a shirt, at least you had to get something out of it. and there had never been a doubt about what you really wanted.

“it‘s ruined, but something else can be fixed.”

minho’s hands started to tremble and he put them in his pockets too late, you’d already seen them. “i don’t want to have this conversation.”

“i do,” you said, standing a little straighter, “and if you don’t want to talk just listen, because you didn’t let me speak before but you will now.”

he looked at you for a long second and then nodded, resting against the white porcelain of the sink. however, as you hugged yourself and spoke, your voice shaky despite your determined tone, he moved closer. slowly, surely. you didn’t notice, talking about how you didn’t understand where you went wrong, how the excuse he used to break up with you was the lamest shit ever, how there was no way you wouldn't have found a way around his busy schedule now that he was a professional dancer, how you would have made more time for him despite being a senior in college if he’d just fucking told you he needed more.

“why couldn’t you trust me a little more?” you said, looking up at the ceiling to prevent your tears from falling. “why couldn’t you just speak to me, minho? one year, we’ve been together for one year and you still didn’t open up with me about something that was so easy to fix, it wasn’t even a problem in my mind. that’s the worst part, it would’ve been so easy to fix if you just trusted me more.”

“i trusted you, i trust you,” he said, the crack in his voice making you look at him and get starlet when you noticed how much closer he was now.

“then why did you leave instead of working to make things better?”

the first tear followed the curve of your cheek, and his thumb had caressed it away before it had even reached the end. you chased his touch, because a few weeks couldn’t erase what you two shared.

“i don’t trust myself,” minho said, and it felt like he was whispering a secret. his hand came up to dry more of your tears, and you sighed when he cupped your cheek. “i knew i couldn’t give you the attention and time you deserve, and i’d rather leave than seeing you fall out of love with me.”

you closed your eyes, cursing him in your mind. he was so stupid, thinking that what you felt for him was so feeble it would just dissipate like that. you’d worried so much and in the end he’d just been scared, as if you wouldn’t have stayed by his side even if the world was crumbling around you. as if you’d really delete all of the pictures you’d posted with him instead of just archiving them. as if your best friend had heard you say anything other than ‘i need him so much’ rather than anything else you could’ve said. you could’ve been angry but you’d just been sad, because you knew he was the one that got away.

“you don’t get to make those decisions by yourself,” you said, placing your hand on his above your cheek. “don’t ever make decisions that concern both of us without talking to me first, am i being clear?”

“you are, i’m sorry.”

minho’s tone had your heart skipping a beat, and the way he was looking at you, with that enamored gaze of his, was making it beat too fast. you gulped, your eyes falling on his lips by their own accord.

“good,” you stuttered on the word, the corner of his lips curving up in a knowing smile.

“good.”

you were kissing before you could say anything more, your back hitting the closed bathroom’s door as your hands messed up minho’s hair. euphoria, longing. you’d missed him so much. one of his hands traveled under your ruined shirt and you bit his bottom lip before your mouths met again, craving each other like you’d been starving for weeks. which you had been. nothing was really fixed, you still had to talk things out and make sure you were on the same page, but it could wait tomorrow. the hunger burning at the pit of your stomach, however, could not.

someone knocked on the door and then knocked again when they received no response. minho groaned and hit the door with his fist, but the knocking didn’t stop and you were out in seconds, not even glancing at whoever had interrupted you.

sprinting down the stairs, your fingers entwined, you caught a glimpse of your best friend before following minho outside the house. hyunjin was holding her close, dancing with her and whispering something that was making her blush, and you smiled as you saw them kiss. you were going to thank her the next day.

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