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yarbz · 3 years

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cowardly game of rival — n.jaemin ( f )

synopsis!

━ as the girl’s football team captain, you were used to the endless derogatory taunts, the wolf-whistling, the attempts at romance being boys telling you what they thought of barcelona’s starting XII. na jaemin fell into all those catergories, a detestable flea in your hair. as sworn enemies, there was not even an inkling of romance, and you were convinced that your attraction to him was ONLY physical. weren’t you?

pairing ━ na jaemin x female!reader

word count ━ 6k

genres ━ fluff, rival!au, football!au, comedy, romance, very little of the football game is described in detail.

warnings ━ profanity, football terms, dirty jokes, y/n and jaemin are literally just cowards

( author's note! )

this one came to mind when i thought of how i love female footballers and decided that jaemin would be the idiot in question to chicken out of confessing to their crush by being an ass instead. i really hope you like it !! other notes are sissoko is the name of like three different players and a cracker is slang for a really good goal.

Football.

A sport of creatively insane wits, fancy footwork and incoherent celebrations. Those were all the things you loved about it, along with the ridiculously cute uniform.

It provided you an escape from the man's world, a chance to carve out your own story, free from the shackles of stereotypes. At least, that's what you'd initially thought.

Unfortunately, the boy's football team made it their sole objective in life to demean you. As captain, you took on the strenuous task of refusing to resort to physical violence when a stupid comment about your short length was made or when boys assumed you couldn't tell your Sissoko's apart (you could, quite well actually).

You had taken it as a sign of war, and refused to comment on their pathetic sneers. You did, however, feel as if Na Jaemin made a blood pact or something to be a parasite towards you.

He stood at the cusp of six foot, towering over you like an evergreen beanstalk, cheshire-cat like smile taunting you. Chocolate colour tresses fell over his eyes in straight lines, shielding his forehead.

It's not like you paid attention to his visage, but even you had to admit in your spite that he was attractive. And horribly so.

Today started like every other, going to your locker before heading to your homeroom. Luckily, you'd managed to get there before the freshmen started to pile in. Being a senior had its positives along with its various faults, one of them being the early access you got to the school.

You jammed your key in the lock, flinging open the locker door, making quick work of exchanging your books. In your fast-paced stupor, you didn't notice the figure leaning behind the door. You slammed the door shut, nail catching an patch of skin, scraping it.

"If you wanted me to leave, you could've been less catty." The voice wheedled, throwing a withering glare in your direction. You rolled your eyes, annoyed, arms crossed across your chest.

"Jaemin." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Why are you hiding behind my locker? Are you looking for a death wish?"

He sat up slowly, soothing his reddening nose, suddenly regaining his smile as he leaned closer towards your face. "If I was looking for a death wish, I'd eat whatever food you just stuffed in there."

"Fuck off. Don't see you making any gourmet meals."

"I'm the gourmet meal." He slithered, breath fanning your nose. From this distance, you could see the wonder swimming within his eyes, breath caught in your throat.

Damn, he was too fine.

You tore your gaze from his eyes, "And yet, I don't feel inclined to taste it." He jumped back in surprise, eyes widening, giving you an opening to dash. Chuffed that you left him speechless, you walked towards your next class, resisting the urge to turn back to revel in his awe-struck face.

Jaemin's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, crooked smirk hanging from his lips. He watched you stalk away, cursing underneath his breath softly. You carried a fiery aura around you, burning him with every snarky remark — even though it beat him bruised ghastly lavenders, he could bear to play with fire if it meant you would pay him attention.

You see, Jaemin did not hate you as per say. The 'hate' which you believed in was merely his inability to profess his affections towards you. For lack of a better word, he was a coward.

A dashingly handsome one, but a fragile, chicken-legged coward all the same.

You'd made it to class in record time, ego bared boldly on your shoulders, attracting the curious eyes of your best friends Yangyang and Donghyuck. Both were terrorists in their own right, but you couldn't help loving them all the same. Sure, they came as a dreadful pair, but love had decided to shackle your heart to them.

"What's got you so happy? Jaemin finally drop dead?" Yangyang joked, shifting to make space for you. Headband strapped to the pinnacle of his forehead, he grinned at you from beneath the base of stretchy ebony material.

"No..not yet." You hummed, sad lilt to your tone.

"Awh, didn't kill him yet?" Donghyuck teased, nudging Yangyang in their laughter. "I think it must be love stopping you from committing the crime yourself." You shoved both, peals of laughter tickling your throat at their whines of pain.

"If you don't shut up, I'll be killing you two instead, never mind Jaemin." You snapped. "Love is what I feel when I score a cracker from the halfway line. Seeing Jaemin makes me want to jump out of the nearest window."

"Are you sure it's not just unresolved sexual tension? I, too get antsy when I haven't jacked off—"

"Finish that sentence and you'll have no arms."

"I'm flexible enough to suck myself off." Yangyang mused, "You'll never stop my libido."

"You're disgusting." You and Donghyuck said in sync, swatting his grabby hands from flying at your shoulders. Quite frankly, you didn't want to hear about his freakishly boneless limbs, or his untameable sex drive, nor hear anything about his genitals at all.

"Does that count as self—"

"Yes, it does. Please don't be telling people that I'm your friend, or that you can do that. It's not a little icebreaker."

Friendship with these two had crossed all sorts of personal boundaries you didn't know existed, and it was starting to decompose you, like a rotting piece of cabbage infested by slugs, yet still hanging on for the glimpse of sunlight to regenerate.

Okay, so you were being dramatic. But, that didn't explain their dire need to over share certain aspects of their lives with you.

"Doesn't change the topic at hand —Did you get my pun?" He asked, looking for Donghyuck's reaction.

"I did. Not going to comment on it before she breaks my arms. Just know I enjoyed it very much."

"If I wanted to mess around with Jaemin, I'd put my hand in a beehive. It'd sting less." You snarled, slamming down your books. They winced comically, faces alert as the teacher walked into the class.

Apart from football, you enjoyed learning — how to make things, break things, self defense, people skills, and education fell not too far from that. Classes like biology interested you greatly, which is why you found yourself fully immersed in the process of respiration.

Your mind drifted for a second, thinking back to what he'd said. Was it actually sexual tension? Did you actually bare an emotion other than loathing towards him? Then, you thought of that face and how you'd want to do nothing more than break his pretty little nose—

Yeah. There it was. You were normal after all.

School had come to her daily dreadful end, and you were happily striding into the ladies' changing rooms for football training. Nobody had gotten here yet, luckily.

You glanced over into the full body mirror, tugging at your shorts until they fell just above the bump of your knee, pulling your sock midway at your calf. Lean abs shone underneath the dim light, and you proudly paraded around the room, happy to be alone.

A knock on the door came, and you swung the door open with a feverish excitement. "Who is it?"

"Didn't take me as a bra kinda girl. Was thinking more spandex or a binder." Jaemin seethed, hands on hips, azure jersey hanging off his lithe frame.

"You're insufferable. Why are you here?" You groaned, choosing to ignore his taunt at your breast size. His eyes crinkled into upside down crescents, wandering lower to the dip of your frilly black bra.

"To see my favourite girl, of course." He whistled, eyes still glued to your unmarked expanse of skin. "I think those need a new owner." He pointed towards your chest.

"Preferably one whose face I can stand to look at."

"I'm roaring with laughter." You snarked, voice dripping with sarcasm, making no attempt to cover yourself up. Jaemin was still staring, face flushed a flaming cerise. "You gonna keep staring or are you gonna leave me alone?"

"I'm not staring. Why are you staring at me?" He shot defensively. Your eyes narrowed at him, watching his cheeks darken with every lingering stare.

"You're in the girl's changing room, drooling over two lumps of fat on the body of a girl that you hate. The real inquisition here is your lack of sensibility to stop thirsting after anything with a vagina."

Jaemin stayed silent, eyes boring holes into your full lips, tongue instinctively darting out to wet his own nimble, chapped ones. Rolling your eyes, you lead him to the door, hand clasped against the door handle.

Then, you heard loud footsteps approaching the room, incoherent rambling increasing in clarity. You began to conjure up a plan, wondering how on Earth you'd be able to kick Jaemin out without the girls knowing.

With the shouts of the team gradually getting closer, you panicked, chucking Jaemin into a locker.

"Fine, I'll leave! Lemme out!" He squirmed, trying to come out of the metal confines.

"You can't leave now, they're literally outside. Do you want to be stomped to death by Nike Mercurials?" You hissed, closing the door over, much to his protests.

"Don't wanna die with the last image being your breasts."

"If you survive this, I'll gladly provide you a new image."

He shut up at that, and you straightened, reaching for your jersey in a false calmness. The girls burst in, squeals of various greetings being thrown across the room.

You smiled gently at them, encouraging them to get changed, joining in to laugh at their jokes. The topic kept shifting from manicures to new boots before finally settling on Na Jaemin.

"Cap'n, what's going on with you and Jaemin?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes softly. "A boy on the football team told me that you guys are dating."

Dating..that devil? A sin punishable by death! You repelled all instinct to shudder in disgust, instead choosing to maintain a neutral expression.

"I am absolutely not dating Na Jaemin. He's a despicable little mongrel and I'd rather eat my shoe—"

"Mon bébé chérie, why do you curse me like this?" Jaemin squeezed from the locker, voice like a wounded puppy.

"Did you hear that? I think it was—"

"No! It's my Jaemin impression. Isn't it so good?" You spluttered, voice rising in volume. You were sure that your face was a painful beetroot, breathing crazily as you over-exerted yourself.

"Cap'n, it was so good I almost thought Jaemin was in here with us!" She gushed, hands clasped. "You guys would be so cute together. Even if you don't like him, I think he most definitely has feelings for you."

The rest of the girls joined in at this, shouts of 'you should take a chance!' resounding in the hollow room. You'd already ruled out that as a possibility, chalking it down to his uncontrollable thirst for being a pest. Na Jaemin was your rival, the utter bane of your existence, a rodent that fed on robbing your spirits dry of any positivity.

"He'll get a chance when pigs fly." You muttered, noticing their eyes staring at you inquisitively, as if they knew something you didn't. Awkwardly, you smiled at the girls, ushering them towards the door, scanning the hallway after the last one had skipped out.

Jaemin untangled himself from the locker, straightening his limbs, pulling at his calves in a stretch. You peered over your shoulder, frown deepening at him.

"Did you mean what you said?" Jaemin breathed, walking into your personal bubble. He was way too close. His breath tickled your forehead, eyes dark with something you couldn't decipher.

He felt his heart pound against his chest, resisting the urge to pick the stray hair in your eye to the side. You were looking at him with a confused expression, nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed. You were going to be the death of him. Devastated, he broke eye contact, feeling all forms of fight seep from his bones.

"You don't like me." You whispered, wincing at the wobble in your voice. "Everyone's just saying that....right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"No. I want you to say no."

"I can't do that."

"Well, you have to say no. I don't want to hear the rest of your sentence — keep us as just this." You softly yelled, pointing between the pair of you. "Don't change anything."

"Okay. I'll leave, but only because you want me to. But, before I go..you've gotta start being more observant." He sighed, ruffling your hair before making his way out.

"I’m plenty observant. Wouldn’t be a good player if I wasn’t.”

"I’ll see it when I believe it. Oh, and the thing you said about pigs flying..”

“What about it?”

“Renjun’s working on it.”

You laughed heartily, locking the door behind you. So, Jaemin did in fact think of you as his Aphrodite — all those nicknames were genuinely created out of affections. 'Mon bébé chérie' held a lot more emotional weight than it did twenty minutes ago, and you had to breathe before your eyes prickled with saltine tears.

Fresh air hit you like a loaded delivery truck, Mother Nature delicately wiping the tears from your eyes, shaking you with a cold flourish, roaring your cheeks to life. The team had already started their warm-up drills, as opposed to the boys' football team who were cooling down from their jog.

You ran over, tightening your ponytail, shifting into 'Captain' mode. The coach pushed you into the circle, encouraging you to take the reins. "Team, we've been doing nothing but straight work. Let's make this session count before the match tomorrow." You shouted, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline.

The team chanted back, settling into their positions for the first drill — a penalty shoot out. You stepped to the ball, striding back to gain a better angle, socks hugging your knees.

Giving yourself a five second countdown, you charged at the ball, foot pointed, kicking it with a passion that rivalled Lionel Messi. It rolled in the back of the net, flying past Hyejoo, who could barely even process it.

"Still got those fire feet, I see, Cap'n!"

"Lady Luck gave them to me for a reason." You boasted, smugness slapped all over your face.

From the corner of your eye, Jaemin snickered, winking at you when you turned to make eye contact. At least he had the audacity to keep up appearances in front of everyone, even if you had probably made everything awkward.

"My granny could kick better than that, babes!" He boomed from across the pitch, teasing smirk on his lips.

"Your granny lives in a retirement home and still calls on you 'Nana Banana'..it's not very nice to lie." You retorted, eyes narrowed, nearing his hunched form.

"Doesn't mean she can't kick your ass. Granny was a little Aguero back in the day."

"She can't if I'm the Manè, can she?"

"But I'm a Modric. I'll beat your ass, any day, any time." He grinned, leaning in to you. "In any way you want."

You heard blood pumping in your ears, your cheeks filling with immense heat. He grabbed your cheeks softly, grinning even wider when you flushed even warmer, a human sauna. Pushing a lock out of your eyes, he searched your eyes for any sense of rage, face softening at your lack of that emotion.

"Any..way..I want?" You mouthed silently, innuendo catching your attention again as you mulled over the words. "Na Jaemin, you're a dirty boy."

"I think you're the dirty girl." He hummed, saying the next sentence in an octave that made your head spin, quietly enough that only the two of you could hear. "Sauntering around in your little Victoria's Secret bra, cozying up to me without even batting an eyelash or covering up."

"These boobs are mine. I'm allowed to show them to anyone I want."

"So you admit to showing them to me? You admit that you were trying to put on a show for me?" He pressed, purposely craning his neck over you.

"I was trying to change. If you didn't come into the room like a little pervert, you'd never have gotten a visual of these."

"And yet I know how they look now. There's nothing that can erase that image."

"Fuck you, Na Jaemin."

"I think you meant to say fuck me, but I'll allow the slip-up just because I'm so nice." You squirmed under his predatory gaze, heat in your cheeks akin to a fever. "Better get back to training, Cap. Your team's got a match tomorrow."

You hissed at him weakly, choosing to walk away from his provocation, going back to the team, who were all smiling at you with a glint in their eye. By the looks on their faces, they'd definitely taken that exchange as a form of flirting.

Not that you were disputing it, of course.

The coach rounded the girls up, calling them to grab bibs. You relaxed, running over to take the last bib once you'd calmed down. Na Jaemin was a little toe-sucking, filthy mongrel who only knew how to charm his way out of everything — totally not your ideal type or anything.

His penance for being blunt coupled with that honeyed voice was what was throwing you off. Not your physical attraction to him. At least, you hoped so.

The shrill shriek of the whistle behind you shook you out of your mind, bringing your attention back to the practice game. With every shot at the goal, you could see Jaemin taunting you, making kissy faces.

After the first half, you weren't sure if it was real or if you were hallucinating — almost like a mirage, he was wearing that stupid little smirk and there was nothing more you wanted than to slap those lips clean off his face.

Soon enough, you clocked that it wasn't just an illusion, as he'd shifted to the opposite end of the pitch, the other boys from the football team watching from the stands.

They'd started jeering at every pass, exaggerating their reactions, commentary toeing the border of sexual harassment. You volleyed the ball on your foot, battering it into the stands, grinning widely as it hit one of the boys in the face, leaving his nose lopsided.

"If you're gonna be a sexist piece of shit, just fuck off. My team doesn't deserve to hear your brain-dead commentary, nor see your fuck face." You smiled, bite in your voice. "Kindly take the opinion that nobody asked for and shove it up your ass."

Jaemin's eyes twinkled with respect, breath caught in his throat at the dark look in your eyes. He felt his chest warm in adoration, heart doubling in size. "You heard the lady."

"Includes you too, Jaemin. Better get home before Granny Na starts missing her little boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Fuck off." You said playfully, recovering the ball. He waved you bye, lugging his bag over his shoulder, fixing the collar of his jersey. A beam touched your lips, face lighting up.

Jaemin smirked back at you, taking his leave. He dragged the remnants away with him, leaving the girl's football team alone in the cooling dwindle of Autumn light.

"Nice shorts." A tug.

"Oh? Na Jaemin complimenting me?" You mused in surprise, arms folded across your chest.

"You didn't let me finish." Jaemin whispered, standing on the sidelines of the pitch, pulling at the hem of your shorts. "Ooh, I can see your stubble. Better bring out the razor."

Your jaw tightened, feeling that rush of annoyance fill your veins again. The nerve.

"More stubble than you'll ever grow on that chin."

"At least I'm not a human Sasquatch."

"I've got hair in the right places—" You started, catching the innuendo, glaring at Jaemin's raised eyebrows. "—I know what I meant. Don't be such a dirty boy."

"Say it again. Love the way it rolls off your tongue."

You gaped at him, whole body blowing a fuse, skin reddening at his tone. Sweltering heat danced atop each fingertip, each muscle, making you jolt. His gaze was still glued to your face, relishing the quickly dilating pupils in your eyes.

"I—"

"—Would rather have you speechless after our first time, not for your championship final. When you win, I'll buy you fucking adorable ice cream with the little star sprinkles that you like."

"Going to ignore you on that first statement, but the second one sounds like a motive."

"Win the match, and I'll ask you out. Properly."

You saw his eyes flash with something passionate, flakes of gooey molasses swirling behind the irises. Before you opened your mouth to reply to him, he pleaded silently for you to just take it as it was. "Gimme a chance. Who knows you better than your enemy? Nobody."

"I mean..."

"Only you know that my grandma calls me those corny names or that I see her all the time."

"Or that you lose every game that's not football because you're too lazy to pay attention." You added.

"And I know that you broke a guy's jaw because he was bothering Yangyang." He continued. "And I also know that you know one thing I've never told anyone."

"Ooh, what's that?"

"That I like you."

You looked away from him sheepishly, goosebumps popping up on your skin, and whether it was from the cold or from his words, you didn't know. He was looking down at you tenderly, ruffling your bed of hair, pressing a small, wet kiss to your forehead as the whistle blew.

"Don't play with fire, Na."

"You're more like a carpet burn."

You sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll give you an answer when we win. If you're playing me, I'll break your arms."

"Okay. Go get 'em, Lady Luck." He smiled, waving you off as you scurried onto the pitch, face glowing under the fluorescent lights. Jaemin felt his chest tighten with pride, jaw aching from all the strenuous smiling.

With that absurdly contented face, you reminded him of a cross between a kid at a carnival and a man about to kill another. Your hair gathered wildly atop your head, a wicked glare painting your face.

This was you at peace, he deduced. Even with the gruesome of expressions, you looked calm. The pitch was truly your home away from home.

Two minutes into the second half saw you being carried off on a stretcher with a torn hamstring. You'd fallen to the grass, no sounds coming from your limp body. Jaemin swore he felt his heart plunge into his ass, and with a frantic flourish, he was coddling your head into his chest.

"Luck, don't die on me. I'm supposed to take you out for ice cream after this, and I stole Renjun's Baskin Robbins loyalty card to cut costs so if we don't go, I'll be getting beat up without having kissed your stupid face." He babbled, slapping your cheeks, scared that you'd genuinely lost your life.

You groaned, rolling slowly in the elastic. "Stop touching my face, I'll get acne." Mildly concussed, you soothed your throbbing headache, registering Jaemin's face looming over you. "Jaemin?"

"Oh, thank God. Thought I'd never see that unruly sparkle in your eyes again."

"Fuck off. My hamstring feels like a fried chicken mukbang and you're talking about my eyes."

"I can't cry before our first date. You'll think I'm a wimp."

"Already think that."

He hit your arm lightly, beaming at your focus on his face, meeting your eyes. You were glaring at him with a kissable pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed — he wanted to pepper your face in balmy kisses.

The paramedic pushed him away, leading you to the ambulance. You flipped him off, yelling loudly as they wheeled you in, "Make sure you win! Won't forgive you if you don't."

The girl's football team had gathered around the door, all tight-lipped smiles and crumpled faces. They visibly brightened at your declaration, huddling together to recalibrate — the ref blew her whistle to call them back, summoning them back into position.

Yangyang and Donghyuck left the stands, rushing into the ambulance alongside you, closing the door behind them. Jaemin could faintly hear your loud curses, and sighed in relief, knowing that you'd be fine.

With two goals up, the team were at optimum working speed, playing loyally for your honour. Jaemin stood at the sidelines, holding your jacket in his hands as he recorded the match on his phone, wanting to send it to you later.

At 90 minutes, the girl's team had become the winner of the Division One Seoul Inter-district championship, and Jaemin was content. Not because it meant you'd go on that date with him, but because he could feel how much it meant to them.

Everyone around him was cheering madly, chanting and spraying assorted drinks in each other's faces, an infectious joy lingering in his veins. Amongst all the commotion, he'd somehow been pushed into the middle of the team, feeling their gazes boring into his frame.

"You like Cap'n, right?" The brunette said, eyes bright.

"No. I don't like her. She's my rival." Jaemin lied pathetically, trying to escape their judgement.

"Why were you in the locker room then?"

"Damn. How do you know that?"

"Cap'n is horrible at lying, so she's always upfront. She also cannot do an impression so she never attempts it."

"Wow, you guys sure know your stuff. Bet she's glad to have a team like you. I know I'm feeling a little jealous."

"Cut the smooth talk. If you like Cap'n, just be straightforward. She's more innocent than she seems, and can get her heart broken easily."

"Got it." He nodded, "Well...ladies, I have to thank you for the advice."

"No problem, but if you break her heart.." They chorused, "We'll break that pretty little nose." Fifteen studded feet swung at his face, narrowly skimming the bridge of his nose.

He flinched, caught off guard, grin bared. "Now, I definitely got that message. I'll be going to check up on her, what do you want me to say?"

"We've already called her and shown her the trophy, so we have nothing left to say, you, however...take all the time you need."

"Since I have your blessing, am I allowed to—"

"Don't finish that sentence. Keep in your lane."

Jaemin promptly closed his mouth, and bid them a goodbye, dashing into his car towards the hospital, stopping at Baskin Robbins to buy the ice cream he promised. He hoped you’d at least be able to eat the sprinkles (the ones you liked were expensive, and if you didn’t eat them, he’d just wasted an extra 2,500 won.)

In the hospital, you were now dressed in a medical gown, surrounded by the two idiots. It smelt like an experiment lab, and the spotless shades of ivory splashed on the walls made you feel a tad bit overwhelmed.

Your leg had already undergone the MRSI scan, and the nurses had told you that you’d definitely tore your hamstring, but surgery would fix it right up along with natural healing.

Of course, all those details lacked in comparison to your team finally winning the trophy you’d worked so hard towards — that excitement numbed the pain considerably.

“We thought you’d somehow died.” Yangyang confessed, grasping your hands in his clammy ones.

“You did.” Donghyuck sneered, pointing at him, continuing when he saw your face change in confusion. “Yang was convinced that you were invincible like Superman or something. He started blubbering about how you could definitely defeat the grim reaper in close contact and that should be enough to steal back your soul or whatever—”

“I’m just never going to ask questions again.”

“Jaemin was on the verge of a breakdown when he saw you fall. Never have I ever seen him run so fast towards a girl.” Donghyuck said, hand on chin in mock thought.

You blushed, remembering your promise about the ice cream and falling back into the bed in distress.

“What’s going on with you? I saw you two all friendly at the sidelines.” Yangyang murmured, eyes squinting in judgement. “Don’t tell me...you guys fucked before the game?”

Suddenly it was too hot in the room. You fanned yourself to cool down, slapping your own cheeks before pulling Yangyang’s ears. “Yeah, because I have the guts to just have my first time in a school setting.” You deadpanned.

“Naughty girl.” Both boys swooned, unable to note your sarcasm.

“Just because my leg is gone doesn’t mean I can’t harm you anymore. I’ll break your kneecaps.”

In the midst of your fight with your best friends, you spotted Jaemin opening the door, wearing that greasy smirk that made butterflies tickle your throat.

“I see a broken leg isn’t enough to stop you, is it?” Jaemin drawled from the door, hands behind his back. “Still threatening people?”

“It’s not threatening if they deserve it.” You mumbled, suddenly shy. Jaemin maintained his distance from you, arm outstretched, ice cream tub in hand. He was looking away from you, faint blush tinting his cheeks, lips squeezed in a puffy ‘o’.

“Not that I remembered or anything, but you did say something about liking these sprinkles.” He said, eyes darting around to focus on anything but you.

“I do...like these sprinkles..how did you know?”

“Everyone calls you star, and you’re cute. It’s your personality in an edible sugar shape.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, forgetting both Donghyuck and Yangyang were seated in the room. It felt like the two of you were just stuck in your own world, glaring at each other like a pair of lovers.

Unfortunately, that moment was cut short by your ungracious best friends, cooing annoyingly. They were squealing like little girls, incomprehensible screams of ‘our girl’s grown up!’ scraping your eardrums.

“Leave me alone!” You whined, face scrunched in discomfort, making futile attempts to push them away. “Jaemin...please get these two off me.”

“Asking your boyfriend to get rid of us? Already?” Yangyang hollered, one of Jaemin’s arms stopping him from jumping on you again.

“He’s not my boyfriend. As of now, he’s the only sensible one who isn’t mauling the girl with a broken leg, and that’s why I’m asking him for help.”

“Should I throw them out?”

“Yes —actually, do whatever. Let them go terrorise someone that isn’t me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

On that, Jaemin escorted both boys outside, shutting the door on them, cutting off the beginning to their long-winded rant with a smile. That left the two of you alone.

Oddly enough, the silence wasn’t stifling but rather a conversation of the mind — you were able to see what he wanted to say by looking into those mocha coloured eyes. You threw the ice cream tub in the bin, reaching for Jaemin’s hands shyly.

He’d sat down beside you on the bed, just staring at you like you were an abstract painting, a mosaic of a splendid array, unable to take his eyes off you. He took your hand warmly, running his fingers over your calloused knuckles, sharing his heat with you.

“Jaemin.” You yawned, head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m saying yes to your date. If I didn’t get injured, you could’ve taken me out today, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Being with you is enough for me, even if I do want to comment on your horrible tackles during the match.” Jaemin teased, grabbing your hand a little tighter.

“Haha...I’m dying of laughter.”

“Hey! None of that here.”

“Sorry. I’m just happy. My team won our first championship, which we’ve been trying to do for three years, and I feel on top of the world. All those years of boys being absolute dickheads to us about our abilities, trying to put us down have amounted to this moment. I’m at peace right now.”

“Don’t apologise. I should be sorry instead. It was easier to talk to you if I pretended I hated you. I shouldn’t have been like that.”

“I accept your apology. But..I think it was cute you couldn’t tell me you liked me! That’s so endearing.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s my line! Well, you were always attractive to me, even when you were being a dickhead. Now that I think about it, you’re at your hottest when you’re being mean.”

“Is that so?” Jaemin mused, rolling onto his hands, dangling over you, lips eerily close to your own. “Do you want me to treat you mean, keep you keen?”

“Firstly, don’t ever say that again.” You stopped him, hand placed on his chest to push him away lightly. “Secondly, I’ve never had a boyfriend or my first kiss. That means no experience.” You slurred that last part, rushing the words so he wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Cap’n, you’re telling me that I’ll be your first?”

“Not if you don’t ask me out.”

Jaemin sat back beside you, looking up to the ceiling. This was the moment. He took a deep breath, standing up before you, hands rubbing his stomach softly to calm down.

“I wanted to do a real dramatic confession, but I rushed over here in fear that you wouldn’t be able to hit me again, so I’ll have to stick with my speech.” He cheesed, trying to ease himself of his nerves. You laughed, hissing in mock anger when he wore that stupid grin. “I like you. Like a lot. Sometimes, I come to school with a dirty scowl on my face, but then I see your face and start smiling like a love struck fool. You’re someone that I wouldn’t want to lose.”

“Jaemin, you little mongrel. Come here.” You waved him over, arms outstretched in a hug. “Even though I know your ego won’t let you ask me out properly, I would love to be your girlfriend. However, if my heart is broken..I’ll be stoning your car.”

“Thought you were gonna say that you’d break my face.”

“That too.”

He snuggled closer into you, peering up at you with shining eyes, not wanting to move too much to keep you comfortable. You grinned back at him, placing a soft kiss on his head, running a hand through his hair.

That familiar silence returned, and that’s how you fell asleep with Na Jaemin enveloped in your chest. Although you’d broken a leg, Lady Luck seemed to have twiddled her fingers to send you a ‘get well soon’ present, the ever cunning Na Jaemin.

Five months later had you no longer hobbling around on crutches like a hobbit, but walking proud and tall. Jaemin drove you to school (using the excuse of carpooling) and helped you take your books to first period everyday — the alpha male in him winced seeing you attempt any ‘heavy lifting’, and he’d made it a routine.

“Can you fuck off? I can carry this.” You complained, pinching his side. “Just because I see a physio biweekly doesn’t mean I’m about as able-bodied as a monkey.”

“Got the hair to be a monkey.” He snorted.

“Look who’s talking, Mr.Sasquatch. Bigger feet than his prints, you little scoundrel.”

“Big feet means big—”

“Don’t finish that if you wanna keep the body part in question.”

“—heart. Dirty girl.”

You felt the honey pooling in your stomach, kissing his cheek in haste to escape his relentless teasing. He shut up at that, pulling you back to kiss you properly, attracting the attention of everyone in the hallway.

“Get to class.” He announced as he parted from you, enjoying your petulant face. You hit him softly, flipping him off from behind you, blowing him a kiss.

Ah, Na Jaemin. You still hated him. Just a little less this time.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ FLOWERS AND BEERS ❜

Part I.

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 2k.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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The klaxon sounding outside and calling your attention, pushes you out of your thoughts. You weren't sure about what kind of outfit would be appropriate, being this your first date ever. Putting on the skirt of the black tight dress well, to get the wrinkles out, you grab your bag to hand it in a shoulder. Keeping your keys inside it, as you go downstairs, you can't help but show him a shy smile on your lips when you see Coco resting against the pilot seat. Thinking how good the black baseball cap on backwards fits on him, he welcomes you between his arms, narrowing you under his grip for a second.

“Ready?” He's trying to hide his nerves, the same you're feeling and getting mixed with the tickles in your belly. You nod.

He follows you to the other side of the car, to open the door for you. By the gesture on his face, you are very sure that it's the first time he does something like that. Stepping in, he closes it without a word, securing the seat belt over your chest and waist in the meantime that he takes a place by your side. The plan is simple, but amazing. Dinner at the fair in Santa Madre and then, maybe, a walk. Whatever is enough for you two, after the way you met some weeks ago. But even if you were almost dying to be close to the other, the road to the mexicali border is quiet and silent. Only the latin music through the speakers breaks it.

Once the Mayan has parked the car, you two get out of it. You can't help but let your eyes travel around the place. There are a lot of colorful lights, people everywhere. You can hear the laughs of everyone walking next to you, children running from one side to another, and more music. You like it. It's like a site you would go if you were sad. That happiness wrapping you, draws a smile on your lips, unconsciously, with your orbs finding Coco's. He chuckles watching you admire the fair as a child would do. One of his arms ends up over your shoulders, mingling with the crowd and looking for one of those food trucks installed there. Following the smell of fried frijoles, you urge him to walk a little faster, raising your nose to take a deep breath by it.

“That's the one”. You sentence, pointing at it.

“You sure, mami?” He laughs.

“Yes”. Nodding firmly, you place yourself at the end of the row.

For some reason, maybe for inertia, you intertwine your fingers with the long ones hanging over your shoulder, before placing your other arm around his lower back. You feel comfortable in that position, waiting to be attended to.

“So, what you want t—”.

You can't finish the question, when his phone starts to ring. Clicking his tongue, Coco rolls his eyes.

“Sorry, gotta answer, I'll be back in a moment. Order whatever you want”.

A little disappointed, he disappears from your visual field almost suddenly. Puckering your lips, you turn back to the food truck, taking some steps to the counter. You aren't sure of his tastes, so you order a piece of every taco on the menu and two beers. In the meantime you look for your purse inside your bag, but when you're about to pay, the mexican appears putting fifteen dollars over it.

“Nah, c'mon, I wanna buy you”. Even if you complain, he doesn't care.

“Next date”. He replies.

His arm is back to your shoulders, making you feel strangely protected. But that sensation turns to one more nervous when he places a soft kiss on your temple. The nice shivers run your spine, and you can't help but surround his waist with your arms. A fleeting hug happens between you two, intensifying the tickles within your belly. He smells so good, flooding your lungs with his scent even if you don't want to. It's inevitable. But the gesture, much to your regret, gets broken when the order is ready. Guiding your steps to a picnic table, unlike others couples there, you sit together. Arm by arm.

“Damn, I'm starving”. He whispers, a little fascinated for your good taste, when he opens the cardboard box.

Luckily, you have made the right choice.

“But you are from Mexico!” He says a little surprised, with an incredulous gesture on his face.

“So, what?”

“How is it possible that you don' like guacamole?”

“You don't like corn! And that's the main ingredient of our recipes”.

“Nah, I don' like raw corn, you know… I eat it when it's cooked”.

“What a shame”. You laugh, covering your mouth with a hand just for a moment.

“Shame on you, mami! You're the one who doesn' like guacamole”.

“Okay, let's make a deal”.

Coco places himself in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest. Curious.

“Next date, I will take you out to a mexican restaurant. In Yuma. A friend told me about it. So… You will try raw corn, and I will try guacamole”. You propose poking his chest with your forefinger.

“Deal”. He nods offering you a hand.

Narrowing it with yours, he doesn't waste time to put back his arm on your shoulders, without loosening the grip. Getting mixed between the crowd, he leads you to one of the stalls. A shooting one. Raising an eyebrow, you look for his dark eyes wrinkling your nose.

“Wanna impress me?” You chuckle. “Will you hit a single one?”

“One?” He pretends to be indignated. “Watch out, mami”.

Taking off the baseball cap, he puts it on you, palming the top of your hair to look for some dollars inside his wallet. As soon as he has the rifle between his arms, the mechanism starts to move all the wooden ducks. Putting his elbows over the counter, he leans forward, placing his right eye on the peephole. The shots are fast and accurate. Poor ducks. Yes, you are impressed, but you don't show it more like puckering your lips with a soft smile.

“See?” Coco raises his chin with a proud gesture, before pointing at the bigger stuffed animals. “Choose”.

“That one, please”. You mumble to the stalls owner, with your eyes over a big white seal with googly eyes.

Coco is happy seeing you carrying it all around the fair, even if you have your hands on it and not on him. Having a walk and sharing a blue cotton candy, he can't help but focus on his baseball cap on you. It looks good. For him, you look like an angel. Always wearing that smile that makes his heart flutter. But what gives him curiosity enough to push him into his thoughts is the fact that you didn't ask about his aim. Like if you don't care. Not in the way that you don't want to know things about him, but in the way that you know what is going on on Santo Padre and its surroundings. And you accept it.

“Earth to Coco, earth to Coco”. Imitating the sound of a broken radio, the mexican looks at you. Laughing like two idiots, he shakes his head. “What about the ferris wheel?”

“You wanna ride there, ah?”

“Yes. What? Are you gonna tell me you're afraid of heights?”

“You're challengin' me a lot tonight…”

“Just a little”. Holding the seal with an arm, you make a gesture with two fingers from your free hand. “Lemme ask that guy if he can keep my new friend”.

Coco simply nods, placing himself at the end of the row, while you walk towards the stall. Knocking the window, the old man with a friendly look attends you opening the door.

“¿Sí, chamaquita?”

“¿Puedo pedirle dos favores?” (Can I ask you two favors?) The man laughs, maybe you are too evident. Giving him twenty dollars and the seal, he understands. “Muchas gracias”.

“Disfruta, niña”. (Enjoy, kid)

Now your arms can surround Coco again, who kisses this time your cheek.

“Ready?”

“Ready”.

From there, you can see all around you. Santa Madre, the border, Santo Padre and all their surroundings, with the desert. The views are simply amazing, resting your temple on his shoulder. You could be there for an eternity, just with him, feeling his fingers caressing your cheek so gently that give you some soft chills. Your heart jumps slightly when the ferris wheel suddenly stops. Of course, you were expecting it.

“¡Denme un momento!” (Give me a second!) The old man steps out from his stalls, feigning that something isn't working.

“The lucky ones”. You joke then, as if it wasn't your idea.

“Nah, don' worry, I protect you, mami”. Coco says, closing his arms around you a little tightly.

“Yeah, I'm double lucky”. Chuckling, and focusing on the fact that he doesn't look worried, you squint for a second.

“What?”

“Nothing”. You laugh loud.

But this melodic sound ends up drowning onto his lips, when he presses yours with his. For inertia, you close your eyes. Your hands travel to his chest and the back of his neck, pushing yourself a little closer. Your mouths look like the pieces of a puzzle, destined to fit with the other. Taking his time, Coco slides his tongue into your cavity, tasting your saliva until he finds yours. Both touching slightly, but making you feel countless sensations, tangling your fingers on his shirt. The slow gesture is turning itself in your favorite thing ever, until it gets interrupted by the attraction working again. Your laughs rhythmic his, so close that you can almost drink each other's.

Much to your regret, the night has to have an end. It's late and both of you work the next day. Actually, you have to wake up in less than six hours. But it's worth the tiredness. Parking in front of your house, in the same place you found him some hours ago, you step out of it as he does. Taking off the baseball cap, you offer to him back, but he shakes his head denying it.

“Keep'et, so you can wear it on our next date”.

“Okay”. Smirking at him, you grab the big stuffed animal under an arm.

His hands go straight to your lower back, hugging you against his chest. You don't want him to go, but he has to. Even if he doesn't want either.

“Did you have fun?” Coco whispers onto your ear, you just nod.

“Tell me… something”.

Putting yourself away from him and licking your bottom lip for a second, you twist your neck a little to the side.

“Did you… pay that man to stop the ferris wheel?”

“Ah… Well…” He says, somewhat nervous. “Yeah, maybe… Sorry, I tho—”.

“I did it too”.

The mexican stays in silence for a second, before breaking into laughter.

“That motherfucker scammed us!”

“Yeah, we're a little dorks…” You nod then. “Okay, ahm… I gotta go…”

“It's okay, gotta too”.

His lips come back to yours, as you were craving since the first kiss ended. Again, his soft caresses make you lose the north. Your fingers stroke his scalp, running the tip of your nails down to his nape.

“Will you text me tomorrow?”

He sounds worried, even if he tries to hide it, touching your nose with his and his forehead resting against yours.

“Yeah, maybe…”

“Maybe?”

Tickling your sides, he makes you laugh loud again, before attracting you between his arms to hug you tightly.

“I will, I own you a second dinner”.

“That's true”.

“Good night, Coco”.

“Sleep good, mami”.

Grabbing the seal with both hands, you leave a last kiss onto his lips, before guiding yourself to the main door of the building. Once that he sees light inside your flat, through the windows, making sure you are at home, he leaves with a huge smile on his lips. The crew is waiting for him at the clubhouse, to know how the date was.

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Your Jersey and Your Smell

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Fluff, Smut! Praising! Size kink! Creampie!

↬ Word Count: 2,938

Summary: Being able to join the Black Jackals was one of Bokuto's dream. He was now a starting and star player of the team. Due to his broad body and excellent physique, his team t-shirt was extra large. Larger than Atsumu's or Kiyoomi's. With Bokuto out on for his regular practice, Akaashi, who was left in their shared apartment decided to explore a little through his stuff.

⇢ Day 4: Sharing Clothes! @bokuakaweek2020

✎﹏

With skillful and quick slender fingers, Akaashi types away yet another project he was given from his editorial company. You're probably thinking why he keeps over working himself when it's the polar opposite. His company has had their eye on him ever since he has dimmed himself and his skills worthy of the charts. Being able to be part of something big meant punctuality— a work of perfectionists. Some of his colleagues and seniors ask for his advice and help during work hours. Big projects such as this one were usually left with him and other professionals.

There are days he tends not to move from his spot and type on continuously. That's where Bokuto, who dims himself as his knight and shining armor, interjects. One time Bokuto had came home late and spots his lover hunched back over his working table with bags growing underneath them. That earned him a stern scolding, no kidding. When Bokuto is concerned, especially if it's someone dear to him, all jokes are aside. That's how Akaashi promised him he won't be doing it again and will be taking breaks every now and then. And being a loving and doting partner he is, he would feel an amount of guilt if he were to break any promises he's made with him, even if it is secretive to the other.

He sighs, taking his glasses off with care and wipes off the excess mist that had filled the lenses, "Bokuto should be home at any hour now." stuck in deep thought as he places his glasses back into his face, pushing them gently by the bridge to avoid slipping. He leans back from hie soft, black chair, stretching his limbs slowly to avoid the sudden rush of pain like last time, "I've already made dinner," thinking through the things he's done a while back beforr he got started with his work again.

"The rooms are already clean from both kitchen and hallway.." dating Bokuto had perks, he was successful, even said that he didn't need Akaashi to work and that he was going to pay the rent of this huge apartment they both settled in. Akaashi scholded him after that, but it was quite sweet of him when he said, "I just want you to rest, Kaashi. After all, you've given me so much back in highschool." he couldn't helo but smile at the fond memory again.

Wanting to stretch his legs to avoid it from sleeping, he stands up from his chair, lightly tapping his feet on the ground. Looking around their shared room, Akaashi spots their closet. Missing Bokuto was a lot harder to him, despite them seeing each other at the end of the day and living together, he was his other half. And he was so love struck with the male. Gingerly walking up to the closet, he grabs both handles with a grip and swung it open together. Immediately greeted by the soothing scent only Bokuto could possess circulating around his clothing. It was a heavy musk of masculine scent, he chuckles lightly at the idea of Bokuto practically bathing himself and his clothing in a bottle of his cologne. He wasn't complaining though.

Examining each article of clothing he owned, he couldn't help but notice each size was getting bigger and bigger as he moves aside his clothing. He was going to take note that they could donate the ones that were smaller for him. Stumbling on one of his clothes, his eyes stared at the black 12 printed jersey. His current jersey. If Akaashi had a dirty secret, it would be wanting to wear Bokuto's jersey's since high school. And now he was free to do so since they have been dating for years now. Biting his lips in hesitance, he looks behind him, checking anxiously if the door from their bedroom would suddenly open. He knew if he was caught he would never hear the end of this from Bokuto.

"No, maybe I shouldn't. He might have an upcoming game where he'll need this." shifting his gaze away from the door and back to his jersey, "But he did mentioned he was taking an entire week off starting tomorrow.." blushing with his lips shaking from his chattering teeth, he gently grabs the hanger of his jersey and closes the closet behind him. Smoothing down the fabric, he watches the large clothing flow from the soft breeze emitting from their air condition. Placing it on top of their bed, Akaashi slowly strips himself from his own sweater, tossing it straight into the laundry basket and stares back at the jersey, topless.

Still debating on whether or not he should have his fill around his own needs, his eyes look up to their wall clock,

8:00 pm.

Bokuto would usually come home late. He could spend his free time just drowning in his clothing in bed! Removing the hanger with care to avoid ripping or damaging the fabric, he does it in a quick motion before placing the hanger at the night stand beside their bed. Holding the jersey up in front of his vision, with a shaky breath, he puts it on himself with excitement bubbling up in his chest, Bokuto's scent engulfing him deeper as his nostrils get drunk from the musk.

Popping his head out of the clothes hole, Akaashi was shocked at the huge size difference he and Bokuo have judging by the shirt. He scans himself by the mirror, to him he looked like a small child. His jersey had reached his knees! Back in highschool he could've sworn that his old Fukurodani jersey would only reach his mid thigh level. Just what has he been doing to grow that big?

Plopping himself back in bed, his body jumping a bit from the impact before coming back to a steady position, Akaashi lets out an exhale of bliss, feeling the cold yet soothing clothing hug his body freely. He could imagine his lover being here near him right now. Clutching the side of the shirt near his chest area, he brings it up to his nose and takes a whiff of the scent, his mouth curling upwards and his feet rubbing themselves on the sheets to tame his inner giddiness.

"Bokuto really has a strong scent." Akaashi thoughts, his free hand moving down to his abdomen to caress it, trying to tame the butterflies that were tickling his insides. But in doing so, he couldn't help but feel a little bothered. Just as his body was feeling cold and light, it was now turning warmer by the minute passes. His breathing becoming heavy, taking another sniff while biting his lower lips. The musky scent hitting his insight about everything, clouding his eyes with arousal and down to his now twitching lower region.

"How long has it been since we've last done it?" whimpering out, he moves the hand from his stomach down in a slow motion way, rubbing his skin the way he remembers how Bokuto would do before touching him down there. But it was far from his intoxicating touch. He sighs when he palms his half erected member. Feeling annoyed by the amount of clothing, he jolts his hips up a bit, pulling his shorts along with his boxers down before settling it on the floor without any care anymore. His member sprangs up, angry and twitching. Akaashi gulped, completely stuck in his own arousal, he doesn't bother to check the time and buries his nose on Bokuto's clothes, tracing a finger against the side of his cock veins. He sucks in a breath from the small stimulation, his sensitivity rising and gathering on his cock, making it leak of precum and want.

Having enough of his own ministrations, Akaashi finally grabs his twitching length, twisting and tightening his fist the way Bokuto has done before when he was being fucked into the oblivion. He moans from the memory, picturing it was him who was beating his cock as his nose takes another big whiff on his jersey. "Why I think of this before?" moaning, he could've done this as a way to release his pent up frustration rather than over working himself. But Akaashi was a timid man. Now that his own needs have taken over, he doesn't mind being dirty like he is now.

Shifting his head on the side, his lower lips bruising from biting back to hold in his moans. Releasing them in between his teeth, he started panting heavily when he thumbs the slit of his cock, spreading the pre cum all over as some kind of lube around his fist, his movements quickening as his imaginations got more steamy, "Bokuto." uttering out breathlessly, his heart beat racing inside. Closing his eyes that were almost rolling at the back of his head, he focuses on the softness and strong scented jersey, each second his small whimpers turning into loud whines. Bokuto's name started to fall into a small chant on his lips, "So close." releasing his grip from the shirt, he moves it on the sheets, anchoring himself from the growing heated knot inside of his belly ready to burst, his mouth falling open, eyes getting teary from the lack of simulation and sensitivity. Akaashi was coming close,

"Need help over there, baby boy?"

His orgasm was ceased, but his pants were continuous. Opening his eyes slowly, he can see Bokuto with his arms crossed on his chest with a small smirk plastered on his face, and his golden eyes darkened with hunger with his gym shorts bulging out a tent underneath them. Normally Akaashi would be embarrassed, but his neediness was strong and the sight of Bokuto fresh from practice and still wearing his unbearably tight clothing wasn't helping. His thighs noticeably shake, wanting to have them wrap around the bigger males torso as his puckering hole takes in his ridiculous length. He wanted to be fucked stupid after weeks— or even a month of neglecting.

"B-bokuto," Akaashi reaches out for him, eyes watering from both missing him and his painful length, "Please." immediately after those pleads left his mouth, Bokuto had stripped all of his clothing by the door. Nearing Akaashi, he throws his sweaty shirt away and positions himself in between the smaller males legs. Akaashi's mouth waters feeling the head of his cock poke his hole, making his toes curl in anticipation. Meanwhile Bokuto was eating in the sight of Akaashi in a flustered mess, wearing his undeniably large jersey.

"Is that my jersey you're wearing, Kaashi?" his voice going deep as he leans down on his neck, licking a small stripe of skin before biting down to mark it. Akaashi whimpers, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, "I-I'm sorry, Bokuto. I just, unf—" he was cut off by his own moan when Bokuto bit the side of the skin between his neck and shoulder, "I missed you."

He hears Bokuto growl in affection, but also knowing that that turnes him on and fueled his own ego. He leans back, licking his dried lips and stares at Akaashi, "I don't mind you wearing my stuff if it means you're gonna look so delectable, Kaashi." he places both of his hands underneath the shirt and on to his sides, squeezing them, which adds up to Akaashi's sensitivity and moans wantonly.

"I wanna try fucking you with it."

He gasps when the tip of Bokuto's cock intrudes his entrance. He didn't even have time to prep him because he too was getting impatient. His mouth falls open, small line of drool falling from the side of his lips as Bokuto eases himself inside slowly, but deeply. It may have hurt him if it was his first time, but now he looked like an omega in desperate need of an alpha. Bottoming out, he was left to adjust from his length. Akaashi possesses a small, fragile body compared to Bokuto's buff figure. Not only has he grown big,

He has definitely grown monstrous down there.

Bokuto pants above him, trying so hard not to let his own desires of thrusting in and out roughly inside the whimpering male from the vice grip his walls were around his cock. It had been too long judging by how unbearably tight Akaashi was. While waiting for permission from the younger one, Bokuto licked his lips at the sight of the end of his shirt getting a wet patch to wear Akaashi's cock was left untouched. To distract himself from going feral, he moves the shirt upward, exposing Akaashi's abdomen and leaking cock. Grabbing it, he slowly brings his hand up on the tip and down on his balls.

"Ah— Bokuto." chocking on a moan with his cock being surrounded by his callused palm, his head shakes side to side from his lower parts getting ripped and jacked off at the same time. Bokuto, being the teasing bastard he was thumbs his cock head with small circles, knowing how it drives Akaashi crazy it makes him cry out, "AH!— PLEASE MOVE!" he grins with a grunt, slowly pulling out from his jutting hips before slamming back inside, causing the air from Akaashi to puff out of his chest.

"Mm, fuck Kaashi, you're really tightening up," Bokuto grunts, the room filling up with the soumd of their bed creaking, Akaashi getting wrecked and his moans, "Its almost as if you miss my cock. Don't you?" he whispers next to his ear, earning a whine from Akaashi. Dirty talking something that gets him off, "You look pretty and cute wearing my jersey while— shit— taking my cock." he praises, capturing his lips for a heated kiss as the temptation of his tongue hanging out from the side of his mouth got into him.

Akaashi's legs snakes there way on his back, his heels digging on Bokuto to lock him in position, arms hugging his sweating torso close, craving for skinship, "Bokuto, ah ha, please. Make me cum. Cum inside me." pulling away from his lips and pleading. Eyes closing, focusing on the euphoria being brought to him, his mouth taking a mind of its own, "Please, please cum inside me. I miss you, I need you, Bokuto please." he cries against his neck, the tip of his cock barely scraping his prostrate close.

"You always have a way of turning me on, Keiji." moaning at the sound of his first name rolling from his lips, his eyes went wide when he felt his limp cock being grabbed on again. Looking down in fear, he was too sensitive,

"And you know what happens when you keep begging me for something I won't stop."

Giving him a deep thrust, his tip finally reaching deep into his sweet spot, Akaashi could only let his tongue out with his eyes rolling back. His cock being fisted fast by Bokuto, who held a sloppy yet animalistic pace from his hips.

"Fuck." Bokuto closes his eyes, biting down on Akaashi's sweaty and marked up neck, "You feel so good around me, Keiji." how Akaashi loves it when ge gets praises from his loving ace, "You look so cute right now. Want to keep fucking you like this." he hears him chuckle deeply from the sight of Akaashi unable to speak coherently from all his senses being blocked by his sinful minitrations.

"Did you really miss me that much?" Bokuto eggs him, his cock pistoning on his prostrate, hand cupping his balls. He was getting close, "Tell me you missed me, baby. I missed you a lot, you know?" from the way Bokuto was becoming chatty, that was a sign that he too was getting close to his high.

"Tell me you miss me, I'll give you all my cum, Keiji. Go on," growling, he places his thumb against his tip, locking his eyes with his teary ones, "I love you."

And that was the last straw for Akaashi.

"FUCK! PLEASE! BOKUTO, AH— I MISS YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE HAH—" scratching his back with his trimmed nails, Akaashi's voice becoming high, "CUM INSIDE— CUMMING! CUMMING!!—"

With a shout as he buries his head against his neck, Akaashi can feel the jersey get soaked from the chest area. His cum spurting on him and Bokuto as he empties himself inside Akaashi's womb with a grunt.

Both panted from exhaustion, basking in the moment of bliss and silence with each other's presence. Bokuto cups Akaashi's tear stianed cheek and strokes it lovingly, staring at his gun metal eyes with pupils fully blown from the intimate moment they both shared. Akaashi sighs, finally calmed his breathing and smiles softly at him, his eyes twinkling in sheer happiness and bliss, "Welcome home." he greets, wrapping his arms back again at Bokuto's neck.

Bokuto returns the smile and leans in for a short, chaste kiss, "Does this mean you'll be wearing my shirt more often? I don't mind if it's you." he teases the black haired male. Akaashi smacks the back of his head lightly from embarrassment, "Not unless you wear mine too.."

There was a moment of silence after his line.

"But your clothes are so tiny."

Akaashi pouts and turns his head away, earning an earful whine from Bokuto, "I was just kidding, Keiji! Your clothes might just rip, y'know?" peppering apologetic kisses on his cheeks, nuzzling his nose on his side.

"But you know, since I'm off tomorrow."

That made his head turn back to his gaze, meeting yet again another pair of hungry eyes.

"Why don't you train with me wearing my jersey now, hm?"

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 13)

"Fucking Mr. Baker"

In the bedroom, Luna's head is still buzzing. She pops a Xanax and downs a whole bottle of water. She hands both to Colson, he does the same. "What time's your flight?" She asks. Peeling off her suit.

"8A" He replies, shorts dropping.

She eyeballs his dick. He's hard and its huge. Making Luna salivate. "Fuck. So you'll get there, what 1p? I thought you were getting her in the morning."

"That is my morning, Kitten." He sees her staring at him intently.

"True." She says rubbing her eyes. His dick is still there when she opens them. Trails are still coming hard in random spurts and she can't tell if his dick is growing bigger or if it's just her mind. She doesn't realize how hard she's staring at it until he speaks.

"You wanna do something about it?" He asks.

"What?"

"You're staring at my dick like you have a test on it." He says laughing.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she looks up at him, asking "Wanna see if I can pass, Mr. Baker? While grabbing his thigh and pulling him close to her. With his dick dangling in her face, she puts both hands on his ass cheeks while she soaks his balls and base of his cock.

Colson leans his head back groaning as her mouth glides up his cock to the tip. "You're a bad girl, Luna Smith."

"Mmmmhhmm" she hums as she puts as much of him as she can fit into her mouth. Using one hand to move and twist the parts she can't reach. Her other hand squeezes, digging her nails into his bare ass cheeks as she sucks his dick hard and long.

"Let me fuck you." He requests, breathing heavily.

Releasing him from her mouth. She looks up "Do whatever you want, Bunny."

With that he pushes her back and flips her over, onto the bed. She moans, propping herself up on her elbows while dropping her lower back, wiggling her ass up high for him. She yelps as he slaps it hard. Before entering her, he grabs her by both bare hips and licks her pussy from front to back. Pulling her close and sucking hard.

"MMMMMM... Fucking Peaches." He thinks slurping up her juices."

He feels her body twitching against his face. Letting go off her pussy. He bites the tattoo on her right ass cheek. She giggles and tries to climb away but he pulls her back. "Where do you think you're going?" He taunts her as he slides his dick slowly inside of her. She moans as she shifts, rocking her hips, helping him adjust his girth. Once he's fully in he takes long, deep stokes into her tight pussy. She starts pushing harder into his strokes, breath flittering, as she begins to ride his cock from behind.

"God Damn, there she goes again!" He thinks fully enjoying her enthusiasm.

With that slides his hand around her throat, pulling her ear to his mouth. "You like taking this dick don't you, you little whore." He huskily breathes into her.

"Holy fucking shit balls of hell!!!" Her mind throwing out the most random things whenever he talks her this way.

"OH YES, Mr. Baker!" She exclaims slamming her ass hard against his hips, shoving him deeper inside of her. "Who's whore am I?" She begs.

"Mine. You're fucking MINE. And I'm cuming ALL inside of you!!" He groans as she bucks against him, making him explode inside of her. As his dick throbs, her pussy walls tighten. Riding his dick, she comes hard with his words. Luna opens her thighs wide, slowly using her elbows to slide she body down on to the bed. Colson lays against her naked back. Still inside of her. Both are silent with pleasure.

"I love how she lets me lay inside of her." He thinks contently. She smells like summer he notices as he breathes her in.

After a few moments he kisses the middle of her back before he slides out of her, making her whine. She rolls over on her back and looks up at him. "I fucking love you." She says tiredly.

"I fucking love you." He replies. Offering his hand and a towel. She stands up, pulling his face down towards hers for a sensual kiss before they clean themselves off and climb into bed.

As she lays her head on his chest, she asks if he has an alarm set. He does, he tells her wrappping his arm around her. Their legs tangle together. The Xanax has kicked in. Both being tired and satisfied they easily drift off to sleep.

Luna's worry still lives, whispering to her in the back of her tired mind. "Fuck. I hope she likes me...."

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"FUCK, I hate mornings." Colson thinks shutting his alarm off. "Damn, she's knocked." Looking at Luna, he notices the alarm hadn't bothered her at all. "Let's keep it that way." He kisses her forehead before wiggling out of bed trying not to wake her. It doesn't work.

"Mmmm..." She moans once she feels him moving "Where are you going?" She asks without opening her eyes.

"Gotta get Cas, remember?"

"Mhm. Do you want me to get up with you?" She asks, eyes still closed.

He kisses her head. "No Bunny, sleep. Call me when you wake up." He kisses her again "I love you."

"Mmm. Love you too. Text me when you land, please."

"Of course." He kisses her head again. She burrows into the bed as Colson heads to the bathroom to shower.

In the shower Colson jerks off, recalling all the different ways he's fucked Luna in the last 3 days. He cums quickly and finishes up in the shower. Once out he can feel his hangover lifting.

"Such a good remedy" He laughs to himself.

He makes his way quietly out of the bathroom and gets dressed. He already has a bag packed but is throwing in a couple loose ends when he sees Luna's barely covered naked body out of the corner of his eye. She's peacefully sleeping.

"FUCK, she's gorgeous." He thinks, refraining from kissing her before he walks out of the room, not wanting to disturb her. He makes sure the door is tightly closed behind him.

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In the uber to the hanger, Colson can't stop thinking about Luna. He pulls his phone out while walking to the plane, wanting to Snap her when he realizes they're not friends.

"We'll be fixing THAT." He flips through his gallery before choosing a pic and texting it to her saying 'Miss u. ❤ u 😽.'

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Luna wakes up to an empty bed. Touching where Colson should be, she vaguely remembers a conversation with him this morning. She grabs her phone to check the time and sees she has a text from Colson.

"It's not even noon yet, there's no way he's landed already. She thinks opening his text. It's the first selfie they ever took together, telling her, he misses and loves her. "He's so sweet" she thinks before looking closely at the picture "We look so FUCKED up and serious. Why??? " She asks herself, laughing out loud before calling Colson.

It rings but he doesn't answer. She lays there for a second before getting up and throwing on a pair of black boy shorts and a black tank top. She makes her way downstairs. Only Pete is in the kitchen, at the table. She grabs a cup of coffee before joining him. "Morning" she greets him sitting down.

"Morning." He says, looking worse for wear. Luna begins to roll a joint hoping it will subside her own ailments.

She sparks it, taking in a long smooth drag. It makes her heady. After hitting it a few more times, she passes it to Pete.

"What are you doing today, Loons?" He asks, exhaling.

"Besides a shower, I'm not sure. I may hit HFC, pay some respects. Tool around downtown with my camera." She shrugs. "What about you?" She asks. Taking the joint and hitting it.

"Headed home. Gotta start preparing for next week's show."

"Hm. That sucks. It was nice hanging with you these last couple days tho." She says leaning her head against his shoulder. He leans the side of his face on top of her head. "Be safe."

He lifts it back up. "Yeeeahh....And it was." He says. "When you headed home?"

"I don't know." She says lifting her head too. "I sold the apartment." Hitting the joint again before passing it.

"REALLY?" He turns, looking at her, a little shocked as he takes it.

"Yeah." She sighs, shrugging.

They don't say much more. They've been friends long enough that they don't need to. They pass the joint back and forth, both of their minds drifting to Justin.

As she takes a last hit, she tries not to cough. "When you leaving?"

"My uber should be here in like 20 mins."

"Shit, well gimme a hug because I'm gonna boogie too." She says standing up.

They embrace. A nice, solid, comforting friend hug. She squeezes him. "Love ya, Petey."

He squeezes her back and pecks her on top of the head. "Love ya too, Loons." They let go of each other. As she begins to walk away, he grabs her hand. "Im really happy for you and Kells."

They smile at each other. "Thank you. You know what that means to me." She smiles at her friend "See you soon." She squeezes his hand and he nods. She turns and heads upstairs, ordering her own uber on the way up.

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Once landing in Cleveland, Colson heads directly to Emma and Casie's house.

"DADDY!!!" She exclaims, jumping on him and greeting him with a huge hug. She kisses him right on the cheek.

"How are you, Pumpkin?" He asks her, laughing.

"I'm gooood. What are we gonna do?" She asks excitedly.

Laughing again, he sets her down "I don't know yet, I wanna talk to Mommy real quick. Where is she?"

"In the kitchen."

"Cool, go grab your bag." He tickles her as she runs off giggling.

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Colson walks into the kitchen, finding Emma by the stove. She looks up. "Hey Em." He says pecking her on the cheek before sitting down at the island. "Gotta sec?"

"Sure."

"I met someone."

"I'm glad we've never been the bullshitting type." He thinks cutting right into it.

"Reeeeally?" She looks up from the vegetables she's sauteeing, intrigued. They haven't had this conversation on his behalf before. "Good for you." She smiles at him. "What's she like?"

His face lights up "She's really great. She's a photographer and an artist too. She's really smart, down to earth and sweet. I'm in love with her Em, and I want Cas to meet her."

"Ok." Emma nods in agreeance. "I'd like to meet her first, if you don't mind." Protective over her daughter and aware of Colson's lifestyle.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that. I was gonna stay at my house tonight. If I can get her out here tomorrow, you think your mom'll watch Cas so we can all go to lunch?"

"I don't see why not" She shrugs. "So, around this time? She asks looking at the clock.

"Let me hit her up." He says standing up. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he notices he has a missed call from Luna. He hits call back while walking out of the room.

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Emma goes back to her vegetables, Colson has never brought a girl home before. It has her wondering about this her.

"Crap, I meant to ask him her name." She thinks to herself.

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Luna had gone back to Ashley's, no one was there so she showered quickly and hopped another uber. She's now roaming around the Hollywood Forever Cemetery with her camera in a flowing floral dress, flannel, chunky jewelry and basic docs.

"I love how beautiful it is here." She thinks while taking a few shots as she wanders.

There's a few personal graves she lingers by, having a private chat. Then placing a flower at each one. A singular flower for a handful of hearts. Trading one for the other she has brought with her.

Strolling through, letting her hands graze headstones, her ringing phone breaks her random thoughts.

"Hello."

"Hey, Kitten."

"Hi Bunny, how was your flight?"

"Not bad, sorry I missed your call."

"No worries, what's up? Everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's great.

"But.....?" She asks.

He chuckles appreciating her bluntness. "How do you feel about flying out here to have lunch with Casi's mom, Emma tomorrow. She wants to meet you before Cas does." Luna's silent. "If it's too much..." Colson starts.

"No, no, no..." She interrupts. "I was just thinking I'd rather fly this evening, then try to pull some crazy early shit like you did this morning. I can just stay in a hotel and be fresh instead of airplane jumbled. You know what I mean."

"You don't have to stay in a hotel, you can stay with me."

"Isn't Cas coming home with you?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I love you, but you're an idiot." She laughs.

"So, you'll really come? He asks excitedly.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? It's important."

"I love you, Luna."

I love you too, you fucking nut ball." She laughs shaking her head. They agree that she'll book her flight but that he can book her room, since he knows Cleveland better than she does. They talk a bit longer.

"Alright." She finishes "I'll hit you up later. Love you too." She says hanging up. She had really went rogue while on the phone, wandering far into the cemetery. She finds a mausoleum and plunks down in its shade to book her flight.

As it hits her, she sighs deeply, trying not to be intimated by the scenario. She's only dated Justin seriously and they had been together since they were kids. "All in, Loons. Either way, he's fucking worth it." She thinks to herself. Knowing so as she smiles, from her racing heart and skin tingling at the simple thought of Colson.

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To be continued.....

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Chapter 9 - No words

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n pov

After a bit we arrived to our destination. As we get off of the subway I feel Jungkook holding my hand. I smile and blush, but I want to show him that I care about our "relationship". So I naturally intertwined our fingers. He looks a bit surprised by my actions and whispers:

"You're so cute"

Uffff why am I always the one that blushes really hard? He's too good at this, even though he didn't date many girls. I feel really great with him, I feel safe.

As we go up the stairs, I see the sea from far away. Oh my god. A date. At the beach. Watching the sunset together. I think I can die in piece after that.

"I know it's early now, but we can wait for the sunset and go and dip our feet in the sea" Jungkook proposes. I'm really excited, as we reach the beach I quickly let go of is hand and start running.

"Try and catch me if you can!" I shout at him. But I'm dumb. I'm wearing high heels and I'm running on the sand.

I hear his laugh getting closer and closer until he reaches me and takes me in his arms, carrying me bridal stile.

"I won" he says with a cocky smile "I need a prize"

"Ummh, do you deserve it?" I say, still in his arms. He just nods trying to hold back his smile, but obviously fails. "Ok I'll give it to you"

"Yesss! Finally-"

"Later" I cut him off. I see him disappointed a bit, but I want to play a little. Also I want to find the perfect moment. "Come on! Let's dip our feet in the sea!" I say getting off of him and removing my heals.

"Ok princess" he whispers, but I could hear what he said. That made me blush very hard. I actually liked that.

As we dip our feet together, we start screaming and laughing. We ran and jumped for a bit, then he takes my hand and I rest my head on his chest as we keep laughing. It's a bit difficult to stand still, since I can feel my feet sinking down the sand. To prevent me from falling, he hugs me tight, holding my head with one hand and caressing my back with the other one.

"This is perfect" I whisper, so that he can't hear me.

"What did you say?" I can feel his heart beating so fast.

"Nothing" I say with a childish tone. He starts tickling me and now we're back to laughing out loud. We look like an actual couple. Except that we're not. I really wish things between him and me would be like this for forever.

About an hour has passed and now it's 7.30 PM.

"Let's go and eat dinner" Jungkook proposes as he puts on his shoes, after his feet were fully dried.

"Yessss, let's go!" I say "I'm really hungry right now!"

We're now at the restaurant, eating our food.

"You were really hungry y/n!" Jungkook says smiling like crazy, as he sees my already empty plate. Then he cuts a bit of his steak and stick it to his fork. "Here, say ahhh" he says bringing the fork close to my mouth.

"It's embarrassing..." I say blushing and checking around us if someone was looking.

"You still have to give me my prize" he says knowing that he was right. I give in and open my mouth. "Aaaaammmmmm" he says as he puts the piece of meat inside my mouth. "You're so cute y/n" he states as he looks at me chewing the piece of meat.

He gave me a pretty big piece and now my cheeks are full. I probably look stupid. But he seems to enjoy this, so it's ok.

After he finished, he asks the waiter for the bill and eventually he received it.

"How much is it?" I ask him "Should we pay half and half?"

He hides the bill inside his pocket and gives the waiter banknotes.

"Thank you so much" he says to the staff man as he goes away.

"Jungkook!! I wanted to pay too! You've already paid for the subway ticket and now you're also paying for the dinner" I say pouting.

"Y/n seriously. Stop it. I'm the man, I pay" he says smiling.

"But also women should pay..." say looking at the table. I feel a little bit guilty. He does so much for me, and the only thing I did to him was to hurt him.

"Ehi princess" he says patting my hair "Please don't be sad, I really want to pay"

After that we go out of the restaurant and decided to go to the beach again. As we get close enough the sea we decide to sit on he ground. But before doing that, Jungkook takes off his jacket and put it on the sand and gestures me to sit on it. I nod and smile. He's really kind and heartwarming.

While we admired the beautiful sunset, we started talking about random stuff, from school to my parents. We were laughing and smiling like crazy. I felt so happy, I really couldn't stop smiling. I felt the excitement running through my body.

It's very dark now so we decide to turn on our phones' flashlights.

"Oh I have a surprise!" I say searching for something in my purse.

"What is it?" Jungkook says laughing a bit.

"Ta-daaaa! Soap bubbles!" I say as I open the lid and making some bubbles.

"Wow it look so pretty" he says as he pops a bubble. "Like you" I choke a little, inhaling some soap, due to the surprise. I mean, he's been complimenting me all day, but I didn't expect it right now.

As we make some more bubbles, I look at Jungkook and suddenly feel something hitting my heart really hard.

It doesn't hurt, but it makes me cry without realizing.

"Y/n why are you crying?" Jungkook says worried "What happened?" he says rubbing my tears away with his thumb. I don't really pay attention to his question. I'm mesmerized by his self being. He's really perfect, in everything. I think I just fell in love.

"Y/n answer me! What's wrong?"

"O-Oh, sorry, I think some bubbles went into my eyes" I find an excuse. He seems to believe it, since he sighted in relief. Then he got back to making some more bubbles.

"Jungkook" I say. It's not like I'm the one who said it. It's more like my mouth spoke by itself.

"Yes?" he says without looking at me. He's too busy making bubbles.

"Do you want your prize?" I ask.

"What do you mean y/n? You already gave me the prize. When you let me feed you the piece of steak. I didn't win any other game" he says confused and now looking at me.

"You're right. You didn't win any other game. You won over my heart" and without thinking about it twice, I connect our lips. He seems shocked at first, but after a couple of seconds I feel his right hand on my left cheek.

Then we pull away and look at each other. But I want more.

I close again the space between us and give him a long kiss. I can feel him whining a bit and his tongue brushing against my lips, asking for entrance. I open my mouth, letting his wet tongue invading it.

Our tongues are now moving in sink at a slow pace. It's a very romantic kiss.

But things get heated pretty soon. I feel both of his hands on my waist and suddenly he lifts me up, making me sit on his lap, with his hips in between my thighs.

I fasten the pace of the kiss and I hear him groaning, as I deepen the kiss even more. His hands are now resting on my lower back, pressing my body against his, while I move my hips to the rhythm of the kiss.

I can hear him mumbling something in between the kiss.

"Y/n...you make me go crazy"

I go rougher on the kiss to make him stop talking. Not that I don't like it when he says these kind of things, but now I need him.

My hands trail from the back of is neck to his pumped chest. I press the right one against his left pectoral and I feel his heartbeat going crazy.

I feel him pulling away, but before he could do that, I bite his lower lip, making him moan.

"That's exactly how I imagined it, since the beginning" he says breathing hard and running out of breath.

We're both breathing hard and trying to calm down. He cups my cheeks with his hands and presses our foreheads together. We lock eyes together and just stare at each other. Before standing up, he presses our lips together one more time and kisses me passionately.

"It's time to go" I say smiling through the kiss. I hear him whining, but he keeps going. His hands are now all over my body and I feel like I can't contain my little moans. I slightly push him away and say:

"Jungkook, we're going to be late" and I stand up putting on my shoes. I see him leaning his body a little bit backwards and looking down.

"What's wrong Jungkook?" I ask a bit concerned. But then I notice where he's exactly looking. I can see something pocking through his white jeans. I widen my eyes and blush really hard. I turn around, giving him time and privacy to fix himself. I didn't think it was that easy.

I can hear him standing up and putting on his jacket and, still facing the other way, I say shyly:

"Let's go"

But I feel some arms around my belly.

"I'm sorry y/n" he says, but I can feel him smiling a bit "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

"Don't worry Jungkook. I-I'm also sorry, I didn't want to do....that" I say covering my face due to embarrassment.

After that we eventually got to the subway and after a bit, we arrived at our hometown. Now we're walking towards home on the dark and empty road. He insisted to get me home first, like always.

We're almost here, but before heading towards the entrance, he pulls me into a hug.

"I really hope you had fun today" he says caressing my upper back. I nod at his statement and hug him back.

"Can I have...." I whisper.

"Can you have...what?" he says confused. I don't answer and just hide my face in his chest. I'm too shy to say this out loud.

"Perhaps you want this" he says taking my face with his hands and lifting it up, so that now I'm looking at him. Before moving, he gives me a reassuring smile and then connects our lips together. This time, I'm the one who asks for entrance. As I brush my tongue against his lips I hear him chuckling a bit and eventually giving up, making his tongue meeting mine. As we deepen the kiss, we hear someone talking:

"Wow, so you guys are a couple uh?"

We quickly pull away and turn around to meet the person who just talked. I can't believe my eyes. Jungwook. What is he doing here, outside my house?

"W-What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks his brother.

"I could ask you the same, little brother" he has an evil smirk. Then his attention drafts to me. His gaze makes me remember all the things that happened between us and with that, my anxiety comes back and hits my body.

"I came here for a reason" the evil one says "You know that I love you, right?" he says looking at his brother, who's now crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "I want to tell you the truth, because I don't want you to suffer anymore" and with that I feel like the world fell on top of me. I feel my legs shaking.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook says confused "Now I've finally found my happiness" he says referring to me.

"And I'm glad about that" his brother says smiling "But I want to tell you that, your happiness is just an illusion" he says pointing at me. Jungkook looks at me confused, but he changes expression as soon as he sees mine. All my facial muscles are clenched and my mouth trembles.

"Y/n. Is everything ok?" he says a bit worried. I don't answer and just look at Jungwook, who's now approaching us. He puts his hands on both of mine and Jungkook's shoulder and says:

"Did she tell you?" he locks eyes with his brother and I start to feel a bit dizzy. Jungkook shakes his head in response, not knowing what to expect.

"I guess I'm the one that has to tell you" Jungwook says glancing at me for a second and focusing on his bother right after. "One day I was at a café with Jimin and we coincidentally met Rosé and Y/n"

I feel my eyes wet as I remember about that day. All my emotion gathering up at my brain, giving me total confusion.

"Jimin and Rosé had to talk about something" the long haired guy continues "and left me and y/n alone. We talked for a bit, bickering a little. You know, she's a hot head. But then...I find her lips on mine"

I see Jungkook's face dropping and finally I feel a tear leaving my eyes.

"What? That's not true!" I say interrupting him "you kissed me!" I try to defend myself.

"It's that true y/n?" the poor guy asks me with tears in his eyes. I stay silent and Jungwook answers for me.

"Of course it's true, but she didn't want to tell you. I guess she thought you wouldn't believe her"

"Why....Why y/n?" Jungkook says stuttering a bit. He's not mad or sad. He's disappointed. His facial expression is killing me inside. I feel the guiltiness and the pain building up as the conversation goes on.

I know that's not how things went, but no words come out of my mouth.

"Oh and also Friday night, at Jimin's birthday." Jungwook continues grinning a bit. "She was staring at my body as I danced to the rhythm of the music. Her gaze didn't leave me for a second!" he says in disbelief, but he's faking it.

"Stop it..." I say at a low voice.

"Then she approached me" he says smirking.

"Stop it..." I repeat as he goes on.

"And she pressed her back against my body" he says now looking at Jungkook. I keep telling him to stop at a low voice, but he doesn't want to listen to me.

"Then I started kissing her neck and she even pressed my head deeper, in order to make her feel more pleasure"

"Please stop it..." I say sobbing silently.

"She didn't push me away" Jungwook continues. From his tone, it seems like he's the right one "I guess she really liked my dick rubbing against her ass-"

I slap him really hard on the face. He's looking at me smirking, as he cups his cheek with one hand. Jungkook is looking at the ground. None of us is saying a word. Until:

"Y/n... if you'd told me, I would have believed you. After all of this time. After today. After all of our hugs" Jungkook says as I start crying harder "After our kisses...I don't think I can believe you now"

With that I feel like someone hit my heart with a hammer. I felt a shot and then nothing for about two or three seconds. But right after it felt like hell.

I know it didn't go this way, but all that leave my mouth are only hums and stutters. I forgot how to speak. I reach out for his hand, but he quickly puts it in his pocket.

He looks at me, one more time. Shakes his head with his teary eyes. And leaves right after. I feel my legs shaking even more, till I can't stand and fall on the ground. Then Jungwook lowers his body at my level and says:

"I told you I wanted to do something fun" his smirk doesn't leave his mouth.

I see him walking away too, leaving me out of my house, still on the ground. I stay like this for a bout 5 minutes processing what just happened.

Rosé's pov

It's very late now, but for some reason I can't sleep. I'm still waiting for y/n to tell me about her day, when I hear a knock on my door. I quickly go towards the entrance, hoping that my parents won't wake up. I slowly open and...

Y/n is standing there, with her make-up all over her face and really red eyes. She doesn't say a word. I look around to see if my parents were somewhere near us and when I see no one, I quickly grab her wrist and drag her to my room.

She doesn't say a word. As she sits on my bed, I look for a pajamas to give her and after finding one, I ask her:

"Did you warned you parents that you're not going home?" she just shakes her head. I look for her phone in her purse and quickly send a text message to her mum, pretending I was y/n.

After she changed and I helped her taking off her ruined make-up, I make her sit on the bed again and ask her to tell me everything.

"Jungwook....that bastard" I say in between my teeth "I swear tomorrow I'll break his legs-"

"No Rosé" she interrupts me "He's right. It's my fault" it looks like she's hiding her emotion. I want her to open up and take out all the pain. At least for tonight.

"That's not true y/n. We all know how things really went. It was him all along." She knows I'm right, but I don't know why, she keeps blaming it all on herself.

I take her hands and look at the ground. The I finally hear her start sobbing hard.

"I know it's not my fault" she says showing me a really painful expression "But if only I told him..."

Maybe that's right. If she told him about the kiss, I think things would have been ok by now. Jungkook is not that type of guy who just gets mad and throw stuff. He would have listened to her and also believed her. But we can't turn back in time.

After crying for half an hour, she fell asleep and so did I. Now it's really early in the morning and me and y/n are heading out of my house before my parents could wake up. As we pass by her house she says:

"Today I feel like I don't want to go to school"

It's the first time she stays home from school. I guess this episode is really too much to handle for her. I nod and see her getting inside her house. I don't think she'll tell the truth to her parents. Maybe she'll just say that she feels a bit sick.

Now it's my turn.

I'm walking as fast as I can to school and once I entre my classroom, I surprisingly find only Jungwook and Jimin.

"You asshole" I say as I walk fast towards the long haired guy and punch him in the face. I feel Jimin's harms around my body and pulling my up so that now my feet are not touching the ground.

"Rosé, calm down!" my boyfriend says to me "What happened?"

"This bastard deserves a lesson" I say looking angrily at Jungwook, who's now smirking like crazy.

"So" he says "I guess your friend already told you everything" he's really cocky and bossy. I suddenly spit on his face, earning an evil laugh from him.

"Rosé!" Jimin calls my name "Stop it! Can you tell me what happened?"

"This son of a bitch ruined the relationship between y/n and Jungkook. He told his brother bullshits. We all know that's not how things went" I'm really angry and I think it shows. If Jimin lets go of me, I think I'll really beat Jungwook up.

"You told you brother about the kiss?" Jimin asks the evil guy.

"Not only that. I also told him about how me and y/n danced together, grinding at each other's body"

With that, I break free from Jimin's hold and push Jungkook against the wall. I was about to punch him again when I heard someone behind me talking.

"Stop this" it's Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" I shout turning to him "You know that's not how it really went! He told you the wrong version of the story! If you only listen to y/n, I'm sure everything will be alr-"

"Stop it. I've heard enough from everyone of you" he says. He's not mad. Not sad. I can't describe his state. He looks emotionless, but at the same time very hurt. I'd never expect our group to end up like this.

No words.

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