#this dystopian nightmare of a country

[vaguely-problematic]

hey y'all- i just wanted to remind everyone Friday Nov 25th is Native American Heritage Day in the united states, and that

**there is a case in the u.s. supreme court (brackeen-v-haaland) which directly affects the rights of native americans and their tribal sovereignty. **

The Indian Child Welfare Act pushes for Native children to be adopted by Native families. .... When it was passed in 1978, ICWA was landmark legislation, setting unprecedented protections to address the assimilationist policies that led to state child welfare and private adoption agencies systematically removing almost a third of all American Indian and Alaska Native children from their homes. (Yes, almost a third; you read that correctly.) Eighty-five percent of those children were placed in non-Indian homes. ICWA’s constitutionality is now being challenged in a lawsuit [Brackeen v. Haaland] brought by Texas, Indiana, Louisiana and various individual plaintiffs. It is the first time a state has sued the federal government over ICWA’s constitutionality. X

for more information and to learn what action you can take: https://linktr.ee/ProtectICWA

updates on the case: https://www.scotusblog.com/case-files/cases/brackeen-v-haaland/

november 2022

#icwa #indian child welfare act #brackeen v. haaland #brackeen v haaland #living in the u.s.a. #u.s. politics #this dystopian nightmare of a country #listen to indigenous people #tribal sovereignty #native american heritage day #november 2022 #u.s. supreme court

[pitofpain]

𝕸𝖎𝖉 ✞ 𝕰𝖛𝖎𝖑

#dark art #dark fantasy #dark illustration #dark aesthetic #darkness #nightcore #nightmare country #dark tower #new age #dystopia #dystopian fiction #blade runner #my art <3

[navree]

every time americans do their whole ‘woohoo the french are striking for the 300th time in a 20 day period for no fucking reason’ shtick i just remember that time leftists were full throatedly cheering on the yellow jacket protest when the yellow jacket protest was a protest against mild environmental regulations to make sure the planet doesn’t die

#personal #twitter leftists like 'we need to save the environment from the capitalists!!!' #'but also the french throwing manure around for trash people to clean up and causing riots because they don't wanna save the environment' #'is just like so cool and based and marx coded omg i love it' #americans should be legally barred from discussing the domestic affairs of any country that isn't like a despotic dystopian nightmare #or the united kingdom #i sincerely mean that

[feminist-space]

Wear a mask (respirators like N95s or KN95s or KF94s), especially in healthcare settings, in public transportation, in crowded places. Long covid has severe consequences that, coupled with the dystopian nightmare that is everything else, can be devastating. It's worth it to at least try to take steps to stay safe by wearing a mask. For ourselves and for the people around us.

If you need help getting masks, there are mask blocs throughout the country that you can reach out to. And Project N95 also has resources for those who cannot afford N95 etc respirators.

Excerpts from article:

"About one in four Covid patients experience long-term symptoms weeks or months after getting infected, according to multiple studies published last year."

"A May study from the Washington University School of Medicine in St. Louis found that both unvaccinated and vaccinated people are at risk of long Covid. The risk is higher for the unvaccinated, but the study suggested that vaccines only reduce the risk of long Covid by 15%."

"The report estimates that 2 million to 4 million of those people are currently out of work due to long Covid."

"If 4 million long Covid patients are out of work, the lost earnings could be as high as $230 billion, the report says.

That’s nearly 1% of the country’s current-dollar gross domestic product (GDP) of $24.88 trillion."

"The condition can undeniably impact a patient’s life, work and health. Last year, the Americans with Disabilities Act labeled long Covid a disability because of how it can limit the major life activities of patients.

A July 2021 study from the Patient-Led Research Collaborative measured the condition’s effect on patients’ work over the course of seven months. Only about 27% of long Covid patients worked as many hours as they did before failing ill. Roughly 23% weren’t working at all, as a direct result of long Covid. That included being on sick leave, disability leave, quitting, being fired or being unable to find a job that would accommodate them."

#wear a mask #long covid #please wear a mask #covid

[socialjusticeinamerica]

*Spoilers in the linked article.*

I caught an early screening last night. It wasn’t well attended. The film is more like a Blumhouse horror movie on steroids than anything you may have conceived ahead of time. It is very dark, gritty, and oppressive. It reminds me of of seeing Platoon and leaving the theater tired as if I had been in the battle.

The film doesn’t really play off of current politics but rather fictional plot lines so as not to offend the current right and left wings in America. Despite this it is an intensely realistic war film and edge of your seat thriller. The main characters are war correspondents and their personal detachment from the frightening scenes of violence, near indifference in some scenes, becomes a subplot.

Civil War depicts the chaos, fear, violence, deprivation, depravity, and sheer terror one can only experience by having been in a war zone. Nick Offerman, as the President, is only in a few brief scenes and though the film stays away from real life connections his character is in his “third term” and has disbanded the FBI. Clearly this is Trumpian but subtle enough to fly over the heads of MAGAts. Rogue militia men, not much different than we see in Red States, armed with AR-15’s are present throughout the film and generate tension and sheer terror at some points. The acts of graphically realistic barbarity are hard to process.

The film is a cautionary tale of an America plunged into an utterly chaotic and brutal Civil War where no prisoners are taken, literally on the screen. There are no good guys or bad guys and very little context or background is given. The closing photo on screen during the end credits speaks volumes. This is not just what is highly likely to happen if the right-wing doesn’t get their way but what the cost will be to society. Chaos, disruption, breakdown in the supply chain, the resulting lack of food and fuel, breakdown of the power grid, collapse of law and order, domestic terrorism, anarchy, devaluation of currency, humanitarian crises, destruction of infrastructure, and a constant state of fear.

Ok, begin rant here:

Sadly about a third of the country wants this to happen and has not only been preparing for it but actually trying to provoke it. In the eighties and nineties we saw hopeless young marginalized people in rural join gangs and be willing to toss their lives away because their situation was near hopeless. They expected to die young and didn’t care if they did or what harm they caused along the way. They lacked educational opportunities or any meaningful employment. Now in the two thousands we see rural southern and western white youth with the same mindset. Red state Republican governance and corporate plundering has left them poorly educated with no chance at socio-economic advancement. The difference between the two groups being that the poor rural whites have been brainwashed into supporting their oppressors. Further they are armed with military assault rifles and own a plethora of combat tactical gear.

This stems in part from the unholy alliance of the NRA and the GOP (Republicans). However more to the point it stems from the desensitization that two decades of forever wars in Iraq and Afghanistan have caused. This was courtesy of grifter war criminals Bush/Cheney. Our streets are now flooded with hundreds of thousands of traumatized, disillusioned, and disgruntled veterans and their tales fascinate MAGAs to the point where they form militias. The Republicans, who vote against veterans aid consistently, have claimed the military and falsely profess admiration for it with empty lip service. Poor and poorly educated Republicans now worship the military like they are warriors on the Klingon home world. Nothing against active or retired military just the Republican pretenders. While Joe MAGA himself doesn’t serve, he feels the need to play pretend soldier and would in a heartbeat turn his life inside out and our nation inside out for a sense of belonging, ie the MAGA cult mentality. They want that post apocalyptic gun slinger world where they believe life is simple as long as you are carrying a gun. They have been conditioned not to think things through and see no other escape from a society that has become too complicated for them to navigate.

That’s the crux of my story, rural Republicans feel hopeless and have been radicalized by demagogues to the point they will wage war on the rest of the country. Republican politicians and their corporate/oligarch masters want to gorge themselves off of a civil war they believe they will win. See the movie Civil War and see what the ordinary MAGAt is hoping to do to the rest of us.

The movie, although brutal and not for the faint of heart, is a cautionary tale that we need to be aware of.

#Civil War movie #Alex garland director #dystopian near future political violence #political violence #civil war

[duskymrel]

How am I supposed to explain to my children, to my grandchildren, that I lived during a time where there was an actual genocide that was openly slaughtering the innocent. And that so many people were protesting, and fighting, and speaking out against it. And our government didn't listen. We, the citizens, didn't have our voices heard when we spoke out. That our government was doing everything in their power to censor us. That so many children their own age never got to grow up.

How can I ever believe in my own country again after this? We genuinely live in a dystopian nightmare, and yet we all act like it's normal, like it's *fine.* This is terrifying, this world we live in. If this terror is how I feel all the way across the ocean, how do those people in Gaza feel? In Ukraine? In the Congo? Everywhere else that's facing these things?

Never stop talking about this. Let your voice be heard. MAKE it heard.

#duskys textposts #save palestine #palestine #free gaza #free palestine #congo genocide #ukraine #russia #russian invasion of ukraine

[distilled-prose]

First week in March 1974 ...it was fifty years ago today...

Winter quarter 1974 at the University of Georgia started out bleak and held that attitude for almost eight weeks.  My class schedule included two labs, one being organic chemistry which was an open lab that required daily work all week long.  My days would start in the cold dark and typically ended the same way.  The sun had become a hypothetical concept for me.  It was as if the entirety of the University of Georgia campus had devolved into some dystopian nightmare.  Academically, it was to be the worst quarter of my college career.  But that’s not why it’s memorable.

My roommates and I lived just off campus.  While not excessively removed, it was not walking distance.  But my only transportation was a stripped down 1967 Matchless motorcycle.  On rainy days it was extremely uncomfortable.  On many mornings it was below freezing before dawn and the drive into school was not only uncomfortable, but also exceedingly treacherous.  The days slogged by, dreary, and unrelenting in desolate shades of gray.  It is tremendously difficult to describe the bleakness of it all. However, even with exams looming on the immediate horizon, at the very end of February, Spring ignored the calendar and turned up SEVERAL consecutive gloriously sunny days, days in the mid to high seventy-degree range.  It extended right into March.  The winter quarter darkness had been banished.  Life resumed.  Campus dress immediately took a turn for the better with this long anticipated, most delightful weather.  Everyone was relieved to put their coats away.

Coincidentally, at the same time, reports began filtering in about people in different parts of the country (mostly the south) running through public places without their clothes on. The news reports called it "streaking".  Even Paul Harvey, in his noon time update  ("Stand by for NEWS") mentioned it almost daily. It was like the manias described in medieval times.

Never a campus to be left behind, sightings of Streakers close to home began circulating.  Through classrooms, across quadrangles, through the cafeteria, everything was fair game.  It was all spread by word of mouth, as the internet and cell phones were still decades away.  Coupled with the warm days and evenings, the activity seemed ideally suited for our circumstances.

My roommate (law school) and I (pharmacy school) were visiting friends of ours (“the girls”) at their apartment in a toney part of town.  It was the first Tuesday of the month, March third, less than a week after the weather had gotten so wonderful.  Someone called one of the girls and said there was a streaking event currently in progress at Russel Hall, one of the girl’s high-rise dorms.  So, without much of any kind of delay, we headed right over to check it out.  As reported, there were streakers circling the building and students congregated all around it watching. They were sitting in the grass, enjoying the unseasonably warm evening.  It was well after dark, but jackets weren’t needed.  It must still have been in the low mid sixty-degree range.

Periodically someone would exit the emergency stairwell facing Baxter street and run completely around the building, re-entering where they had started.  While it didn’t seem odd at the time, all the streakers coming out of this girl’s dorm were male. My roommate and I went to check out the source of the excitement.  “The girls” made themselves comfortable on the lawn. There were about a dozen guys, no girls, at the bottom of the stairwell when we arrived.  Guys who were dressed were coming in and also leaving via this one exit door that opened to the side of the dorm facing the street.  The procedure for that night was explained to us by this one guy who seemed to be the major coordinator for this impromptu event. One person would be sent out after they had completely stripped down.  Another person also would be already stripped down and ready to go.  After forty-five seconds or so, maybe a minute, the second person would be sent out while the next person stripped down. The exit door was opened just a bit so the first person could return inside without delay after completing their loop and get dressed.  Although there was no rule (right word?) against it, nobody did a repeat run.  So the spectators had a fairly constant spectacle of new streakers every forty-five to sixty seconds.  Heaven forbid the spectators' interest was allowed to wane! My roommate and I decided to have a go, of course. After we finished our individual loops, got dressed, and came back out, we found our friends, and sat and watched as the night dreamily wore on.  The girls were disappointed they did not recognize us in our moments of glory.  But we didn’t volunteer for a repeat performance.  It was all pretty heady stuff for the mid-seventies!

The campus was ALL abuzz the next day from the previous evening’s escapades.  I’m certain there wasn’t much didactic learning going on that Wednesday.  I certainly don’t remember going to my open lab… By Wednesday early evening the word was out.  The University of Georgia was unofficially organizing to have the world’s largest streaking event on Thursday night, March fifth.  Details were quite fuzzy, but it was supposed to start at the Meyers quad, on the south campus.  I still can’t imagine how it was organized sans cell phones and emails.  But by the end of that day everyone was looking for details.  As Thursday developed, still without the focus on whatever academic major anyone THOUGHT they had, the plans became clear:  Gather at the Meyers Quad and be ready to run by 11 p.m.  The route was to be down Stanford Drive, past the stadium, and up into the Reed Quad.  People had started gathering by 10, and the quad at Meyers was absolutely packed.  One of “the girls” from our group was in the quad, not yet quite certain if she was going to run or not.  A guy asked her why she hadn’t taken her clothes off.  She deflected by asking him the same thing.  He said, “I DO have my clothes off!”  It was that crowded.  She ultimately decided to watch instead of participating. Right about 11 everyone started running.  The street was lined several deep with spectators all along the course.  There were students, of course, and faculty, townsfolk, little children, old people, campus police, city police.  It was quite the spectacle.  Guys streaking outnumbered the girls by about twenty to one, as I recall, and much to my roommate’s and my dismay.  The ending was extremely disorganized with folks wondering if they should put their clothes back on or not.  Some folks had not carried their clothes with them, having left them at the start of the event.  Some dorm residents were dancing naked in their windows in the various Reed Quad dorms. And I’m not certain who did the official counting, but the reports ended up claiming fifteen hundred streakers.  We’d set the record.  We entered the history books.  And I sit here tonight, fifty years later to the day, amazed it all could have happened. (The day of the event, in the UGA school newspaper, Brad McCall posted the cartoon you see below.  It was one of several he did during the build-up and immediate aftermath to that night.)

@goneahead @thelovelymazza6 @ends-2-beginnings @gorgeous-and-glamorous @littletornado @resistancekitty @frances17

[lily-blue]

You can call me villain, whatever, it’s fine

☆ characters: villain!jeno & girlfriend!you ☆ genre: villain (origin story-ish) au, dystopian au ☆ warnings: mention of murder, violence, psychological abuse, helplessness ☆ request: DV33. form this prompt list ☆ summary: Jeno loves you so much, he would do absolutely anything - everything - to shield you from the cruelty of other people ☆ words: 2,1k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town​​ ♥

When your boyfriend of eight months started to act weird a few weeks after your disastrous birthday party, you had exciting and terrifying ideas about what could have been behind the sudden attitude change. Like most people with a childhood trauma and a horrible luck with friends, you were also quick to surrender to your insecurities, which made you think that your step-mother’s entitled behaviour had made Jeno realise that you weren’t worth his time: he was cheating on you, he was trying to come up with a painless way to dump you because he was just that sweet, or he was doing both. On particularly sensitive days, the mere possibility of the latter made you cry for hours to no end.

However, the night when Jeno insisted on picking you up from work to take you to his place for your semi-impromptu date night, the extravagant sight of his otherwise minimalist dining room planted a completely different thought in your mind; you could feel the anticipation in your tummy, your entire being buzzing with excitement and disbelief, because the decoration was suspiciously akin to the one you had described to him when he had asked you about your dream proposal and wedding. (To be fair, this conversation had happened months before your birthday, on a movie night you had spent watching the American movie 27 Dresses.)

You almost missed your chair when Jeno led you towards the dining table, your eyes fixed on the beautiful candle lights.

How had you gotten so lucky?

‘Did you make all these? Even the food?’ You asked in awe when the European-style cream soup was served, the smell making your mouth water even before you touched your spoon. Growing up in a well-off family meant that you had unlimited access to many foreign countries’ cuisines, but because of the same reason, your father’s wealth, you rarely had real, home-cooked food on the table. Your father’s new wife deemed such chores, activities your mother had loved so much, low-life: something maids should have done and maids alone.

Jeno’s eyes turned into tiny crescents when he nodded, his smile making your heart melt. You felt bad for ever doubting him, although you both knew it wasn’t something you could have helped. In life, money always came with a price. Subsequently, the more zeros one had on their account, the more nightmares and insecurities they had to deal with to balance out the happiness that kept poor people at bay. This was how your society had been working for centuries.

As the night went on and more delicious food got on the table, you were more and more sure that even if there hadn’t been a proposal, you would have remembered that night for the rest of your life. Your relationship with Jeno might have been relatively peaceful and the best thing that had ever happened to you, but you hadn’t been this happy in months. The absence of self-hating and relationship-doubting thoughts was freeing. You couldn’t not smile.

Until your happy grin froze onto your face then fell at the sight of the eerie collection of personal items in Jeno’s living room. Goodness. Your boyfriend didn’t make the smallest attempt at hiding the evidence. On the contrary, he put everything on display: the jewelleries, wallets, keychains and hairpins that all had a vaguely familiar feel to them. They sent an unpleasant chill down your spine.

And it got significantly worse when taking a tentative step closer to the glass display cabinet, you recognised your bitchy supervisor’s rose gold necklace with the tiny star medallions she had gotten from her fiancé. Was that your step-mother’s wedding ring two items from it? The one that had been originally your mother’s family heirloom, but then your father had decided that he would have shown you how he was a disgusting human being in more ways than one by proposing to his new chick with the jewellery.

When had been the last time you had seen either of these horrible women?

What was going on?

Except the rational part of you knew exactly what was going on. Your best friend had been going on about the Midnight Maniac ever since the serial killer had shown up at your city, targeting seemingly random people, although the connection had been right in front of you all along. You. You might have not given the same significance to every victim as you rarely paid attention to those outside of your friend group, you might have not remembered everyone’s name, but at one point in your life you had had to cross paths with them. 

They had died… No, they had been killed because of you.

‘No…’ the plea fell from your lips weakly, the disbelief mixed with strong denial making you sound raspy and out of breath. You reached out to your mother’s ring and your hand was shaking from how overwhelmed you felt. This just couldn’t have been happening. There was no way in hell this was true.

‘Do you like it?’ Your shoulders rose and for the first time in your life, your body got tense when Jeno’s closeness registered in you. You tried not to show or acknowledge how anxious you felt at that moment, although your acting skills had never been too good. Despite the number of school plays your family’s money had gotten you during your academic career,  you were a below average actress. ‘At first, I thought it might be too much, but then I realised you might need some sort of reassurance that they can’t hurt you anymore,’ your boyfriend explained, confusing you with the lack of empathy or guilt in his alluring, deep voice you loved so much. 

Your teeth sank into your lower lip to suppress the scream that almost escaped your mouth. You didn’t dare to look down at Jeno’s fingers that slowly slipped between yours.

‘Because they can’t. They will never ever mistreat you again,’ Jeno squeezed your hand, the familiar warmth from before back in his voice and evident on his face. He looked at you like he always did when you were telling him about your achievements at work and the dreams you nurtured in your heart. He looked at you the way he did when he was so damn proud, he would have stolen the stars for you just to show you your worth.

He looked at you like you were his entire world and he would have done absolutely anything for you. Anything, whether you asked for it or not.

‘Tell me you didn’t,’ you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t take your eyes off your mother’s ring. As much as you hated to see the hand-crafted jewellery on your  step-mother’s finger, the thought of her dead body in a dirty alley, strangled to death creeped you the hell out. ‘Please, tell me you did not—’

‘Of course, I did. Did you expect me to watch them walk over you?’ Jeno asked with what sounded like genuine disbelief in his voice. As you allowed yourself a glance at his reflection through the glass display, you were taken aback by his furrowed eyebrows and the wrinkles on his forehead. He was seriously confused.

Until he wasn’t.

He squeezed your hand again; his thumb was drawing soothing circles on the sensitive skin of your wrist.

‘It’s okay, it’s because you’re not used to people treating you like you deserve,’ he reassured you, an action so familiar, nice and comforting that for a second you felt like you had an out of body experience. You felt like you were both living your own and invading someone else’s life because there was no way your sweet boyfriend had killed close to a dozen people who had dared to treat you badly at one point in their lives.

Your inability to stand up for yourself and detach yourself from a toxic environment couldn’t have been the reason for eleven people’s early death. It just couldn’t. Your conflict-avoidant personality couldn’t have turned your soft-hearted boyfriend into a serial killer.

It wasn’t true. If this was supposed to be a joke, a prank, it wasn’t funny.

‘Stop, please, just stop. It’s not right, Jeno, do you hear yourself? You’re saying you are a murderer,’ you begged while you simultaneously tried to take your hand out of his with little to no success. His hold on you was too strong.

Your eyes were brimming with tears because of how fiercely he was holding onto you. It was painful both physically and mentally until he pulled you close and pushed your face into the crook of his neck. Your boyfriend was petting your head while his tee soaked up your tears. You were scared, confused and miserable.

‘Everything I’ve done…’ he mumbled against the crown of your head. ‘Every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. Please, don’t ever degrade my feelings for you, love,’ he asked, although by the way he hugged your smaller frame, his palm pushing your body against his chest, it felt more like a threat. It was as clear as day that he didn’t like being called a murderer.

‘Please,’ you asked, barely managing to get enough oxygen into your lungs. He was hugging you so tight. So damn tight. Like you could have disappeared the moment he let you go.

You couldn’t have said his fear was baseless. A brave person would have already made a run for it. A strong person might have already successfully escaped. However, you were neither brave nor strong. Your skills were barely suppressing average on your brightest days and your mental strength was crumbling without Jeno being your stable point.

‘Shh, you’re safe now. No one will ever hurt you, I won’t let them, I promise.’ Jeno kept stroking your hair and pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head as if his actions hadn’t been the sole reason for your distress. As if you had just woken up from one of your nightmares and you needed his arms around you to ground you. ‘I love you so much, baby.’ 

His embrace and closeness didn’t bring you comfort this time.

The silence stretched uncomfortably long.

‘Say that you love me, baby,’ Jeno asked you, his fingertips digging into your back. Face buried in the juncture between his shoulder and neck, your brain was mushy and your breathing uneven as you tried to comprehend his words.

Your unresponsiveness didn’t make Jeno happy. It made him angry. Or was he desperate? He sounded a little bit both when he said:

‘Come on, baby. Say it. Say that you love me, say it back.’

You couldn’t say it. Not necessarily because your love for him vanished from one moment to another, but because you were physically incapable of forming coherent sentences. You were drained due to the part of you that was still in denial, scared that Jeno would kill more people out of some twisted kind of protectiveness and terrified that people who shouldn’t have would figure it out that he was the person behind the name Midnight Maniac. You knew someone this sick and dangerous should have been behind bars from where he couldn’t have hurt more people, but the thought of losing Jeno also wore you down.

You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want this to be your reality.

Jeno put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you away from his chest a little: just enough to be able to look you in the eyes. 

‘Say it, love! Say. It. Say that you love me.’

You couldn’t. You couldn’t say it back. And your silence made your boyfriend lose his mind for a split second. He started to shake you, squeeze you, dig his nails into your flesh until you were flinching away from the pain.

‘I… I…’ At that point, you were close to hyperventilating. You wanted to wake up from this horrible dream and find solace in your boyfriend’s arms like you always did. You wanted the Jeno you knew, the Jeno you had fallen in love with, the Jeno you loved. Cheeks red and lips slightly parted, you were panting as you said: ‘I love you.’

Because you did. You loved Jeno, you just didn’t like how he was acting. Like a madman. A maniac.

The smile that adorned your boyfriend’s features upon hearing your confession was genuine; his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes disappeared as his happiness became more evident. You shuddered when Jeno brushed a mop of hair behind your ear.

Staring at him in disbelief, you had no idea how you would come out of this situation alive, but the momentary peace deluded you into thinking that everything was going to be alright, and you held onto that fake reality was tooth and nail. As you didn’t put up much fight, your exhaustion eventually won, and you welcomed the numbness with open arms.

the end.

#jeno #jeno x you #jeno x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream scenarios #nct dream #nct scenarios #ssbyme #dystopian au #villain au

[murasakinocatt]

❤️‍🔥☮️ Practicing a delicate Yoga ☮️❤️‍🔥

Dolph Laserhawk x Male Reader! (Yaoi)

Points

WARNING (+18 / EXPLICT): Sexual mentions and actions! There are swear words

Dolph Laserhawk and you, after talking, arranged a private place to practice Yoga together

You and Dolph know each other well and seem to have a crush on each other

There are no missions or concerns regarding EDEN at this time, everything is good

You is the Seme and Dolph is the Uke

I was dying while writing certain parts of this lol 😭😳

I hope this was longer than the last fic :V After voting, this was the winner and well, enjoy reading and sorry for any spelling mistakes if there are any

(Y/N) and Dolph Laserhawk were old acquaintances, they lived close to each other for much of their childhood and even became military members of EDEN at a certain time

After (Y/N) moved away from military life upon discovering the truth and rot of EDEN, Dolph Laserhawk and they stayed away for a long time...even though Dolph was also a traitor to the dictatorship government

Years later, after his frustrated relationship with Alex Taylor and the loss of certain friends...Dolph helped in the overthrow of the dictatorship of EDEN and those responsible

That's because he not only worked with Bullfrog, Ramon and other "terrorists", but also with (Y/N) after they met again...

Now, living in a non-dystopian setting and what we may know as the old country of the USA, both Dolph Laserhawk and (Y/N) seem to feel freer and more secure in living their lives...pursuing their own certain purposes...

Inside a coffee shop, sitting and blowing his coffee with soft breaths, Dolph had his usual neutral expression as he took in the tranquility of the place

He didn't even seem to believe that one day after becoming an terrorist, he could normally be on the streets and establishments without worries and alert

A few minutes later, Dolph only heard the coffe shop door open and the small bell ring: "Good morning..."

He said...he was tall, wearing a dark leather jacket, holding a motorcycle helmet in his hands...(Y/N) was coincidentally looking for tranquility in that establishment, where Dolph was...

Raising his head and looking at (Y/N) in surprise, Dolph's expression couldn't hide curiosity and even a slight excitement when he saw him

Dolph held the coffee cup tighter in his hands, he put his legs together and squeezed them as if he was shrinking or getting excited

Before Dolph could wave or do anything, (Y/N) after talking to one of the waitresses noticed Dolph sitting and gave him a big, beautiful smile

Dolph was a little embarrassed, his face flushed slightly and he closed his legs even more...he could feel a heat in his blood rising through his body and his intimate member becoming excited

(Y/N) calmly walked towards the table and seats where Dolph was sitting, remaining standing and placing the motorcycle helmet on the table

(Y/N): Excuse me, can I sit here? Despite having asked Dolph for permission to sit in front of him, (Y/N) calmly sat down before Dolph could answer him

Dolph: Well...you've already sat down then... Dolph said after a few seconds of silence, his expression was neutral, but inside he seemed to have butterflies in his stomach...

(Y/N): hahahaha, sorry, my bad... well, then can I ask permission to talk to you and find out why you're here? conscience we are here...maybe?

(Y/N)'s laugh and voice were soft and polite, he removed his dark jacket and placed it next to his helmet on the table, his tight shirt outlined his muscular chest well, his silver chain around his neck was also visible...

Dolph: I'm here relaxing... Dolph took a sip of coffee

Dolph: Or at least trying to relax, even though EDEN's fall has been 2 years...there's still a lot of shit in my head...

(Y/N): I don't judge you, and don't judge yourself...a lot of things happened, not to mention that it left us with consequences...It's normal to remember this shit... feel the vibrations and maybe even have nightmares, but what matters is that it's over...

(Y/N) said calmly to Dolph, understanding the fact that he might not have forgotten the past and its events yet

(Y/N): Thank you dear~ (Y/N) quickly thanked the waitress who brought his coffee, he quickly drank it

Dolph: Humph...it seems like it's easy for you to deal with these things...it doesn't even seem like you've also been through so many complicated things and torture sessions, could it be that EDEN "damaged" your mind?

Dolph watched (Y/N) drink the coffee and spoke to him calmly, he knew that (Y/N) had gone through dangerous and painful situations during the dictatorship, and unlike him...(Y/N) seemed to cope easily with the past and forget everything

(Y/N): Oh no...no, I'm not crazy haha, I just...I feel a stronger sense of relief and pleasure in the situation I'm in now, than feeling the chaotic sensation of what happened to me back then...

(Y/N) spoke with an air of peace, he seemed to be a man more strengthened than shaken by the past and situations he faced

While (Y/N) spoke openly about her current emotions and habits, Dolph couldn't help but look at him with a twinkle in his eyes and a shy, attentive silence

Dolph liked (Y/N) since the time they were in the military together, so long away from each other... after the fall of EDEN where they worked side by side, Dolph had his old friend back...

(Y/N): So I'm fine, but like I said...don't judge yourself, it's not easy to deal with these things...especially when you finally have time to actually deal with them

Dolph just remained silent, giving (Y/N) a calm look and then looking away

(Y/N): You know... if you want to talk or... go out more, who knows... (Y/N) seemed to want to spend more time with Dolph, they were friends and now they had free time and security to do whatever they wanted, since they didn't were more in a dystopian country

Dolph: Okay, so what do you propose we do?... Dolph gave a slight smile and a slight look at (Y/N)

(Y/N): ...Oh...well, there are so many things... (Y/N) was thoughtful about what to do with Dolph, while also being excited and a little anxious inside, he calmly responded to Dolph with a proposal:

(Y/N): Well... I don't know if you would like it, it might seem a little silly haha, but have you ever thought about Yoga?

Dolph: Yoga? you're talking about... Dolph's eyes were surprised, (Y/N) interrupted Dolph saying:

(Y/N): Yes, that practice of working the body and mind to control anxiety, body aches, stress...I'm not going to lie, I practice sometimes haha

(Y/N) still sitting in front of Dolph, seemed to lift herself closer to his face, calmly inviting him:

(Y/N): If you're a little stressed and trying to relax, you could try...do you know how to do this?

Dolph despite noticing (Y/N) get up on the table and get a little closer to him, didn't question his action and just stayed quiet for a few seconds thinking about what he would say

Dolph: Well...I've never practiced or been interested in Yoga, to tell the truth I've only heard the name, I have no idea how to do it...

(Y/N): Okay, what if I teach you? It might be nice for both of us...meditate, relax, talk a little... (Y/N) was excited, he was seeing the opportunity to not only spend time with Dolph, but also to help him with his stresses

(Y/N): I'm not a professional or a trainer haha, but...I think I can help you, for sure... (Y/N) was still close to Dolph, his air became slightly seductive in Dolph's eyes

(Y/N) wasn't flirting, he was just being friendly and affectionate with Dolph...but his chest pressed into his shirt and his smiles seemed to excite Dolph more and more

Dolph stopped for a few seconds, he didn't seem to mind the idea and he also had the same desire to spend time with his old friend, in fact, (Y/N) was proposing a relaxation practice...and Dolph also seemed to feel certain feelings...

Dolph: Okay, I'll stay with you for a while, but will you teach me yoga?

(Y/N): Of course! Ah Dolph...let's stop being "shy", we work together! We had a childhood together! We just need to rekindle that custom and our little outings like the old, old days...

(Y/N)'s expression and tone became even more excited, Dolph was calm and could sense (Y/N)'s certain longing to have fun with him like in the old days

The truth is that Dolph had forgotten how to have relaxed moments like he used to, especially with (Y/N), but now that everything was apparently fine, it was obvious that he wasn't going to miss any opportunities

Dolph sighed lightly and then calmly answered (Y/N) with a slight smile:

Dolph: Okay...so let's "lose this shyness", let's do something together and yes...I want to practice this Yoga thing

(Y/N): Yeah my old friend! let's practice Yoga and many other things together from now on... I want you to have fun, we deserve it (Y/N) leaned in front of Dolph again, and lightly patted the shoulder of his metallic arm

(Y/N): I just recommend that you look for and choose comfortable clothes for Yoga, Yoga is for comfort, right?

Dolph: Yes, just comfort...

After a few more minutes of conversation, Dolph and (Y/N) left the coffee maker, still standing in front of the coffee maker...Dolph observed the great height and masculinity of (Y/N) wearing his dark jacket

Dolph felt a little confused and shy about his emotions, (Y/N)'s presence made him feel these emotions, perhaps because they had been apart for a long time and Dolph now saw him as a certain stranger

But deep down he knew it wasn't a "strangeness", it was something more,...his eyes fixed on (Y/N)'s chest and his masculine features...Dolph seemed to feel really horny with that

Dolph saw (Y/N) several times in these times of peace and without EDEN, he seemed to dive into thoughts and possibilities...one of them was to have his life full of peace and happiness...and the other was to have the friendship again from the past with (Y/N), and his presence next to you...in your bed

(Y/N): Well, I'm going... I already have a great place for us to practice Yoga, do you want to practice this afternoon or early tomorrow? (Y/N) said, going to put on the motorcycle helmet

Dolph: Ah- no, no...early tomorrow is better, is it in your apartment?

(Y/N): Yes, it's in my apartment, don't worry, there will only be the two of us there... I'll see if I can make you a snack

(Y/N) approached Dolph and touched his shoulder, looking him in the eyes: Ok? ~...

Dolph looked up, feeling (Y/N)'s hand and her gaze, Dolph's blood heated again and he felt a little silly for a quick second, he interpreted (Y/N)'s tone as seduction

Dolph: Yes- Yes, see you later Dolph quickly replied and looked at the street and the cars on the side

(Y/N): Humm ok...bye Dolph! (Y/N) noticed Dolph's reaction, but just put on his helmet and then got on and left on his motorcycle, and he seemed to be smiling inside...

Standing silently watching (Y/N) ride away on the motorcycle, Dolph only felt the heat inside his body, having a neutral expression on his face...but the sparkle in his eyes made him seem to express something...

Many hours later, probably at 5:30 pm: Dolph was in his small and somewhat cozy house...his room was small and there was a single bed next to a tube TV, including other objects, decorations and a door that led to a balcony

After lying down on his bed, wearing a shorts and a confortable shirt, Dolph began stroking his own hair and trying to fall asleep; The beautiful sky afternoon 's and windy entered his room through the door...that peaceful atmosphere awakened Dolph's good thoughts and memories, including desires...

As his eyes shone and closed slightly, the sounds and images of (Y/N)'s laughter echoed in his thoughts...his height, his eyes, his chest...he was a beautiful and strong man, not to mention that he had a kind heart

Dolph began to blush and remember more and more about (Y/N), his face heated up and his legs pressed against each other, Dolph curled up on the bed

Dolph had a peaceful and seduced expression on his face, his eyes drooping and almost biting his lips, Dolph's thoughts triggered in him a lust and desire to be possessed

This wasn't the first time, much less the last time...that Dolph delved into his imaginations and desires for (Y/N), he actually had a crush on his old friend...he sometimes seemed to need (Y/N)'s beautiful, toned body on top of him, with her hands on his waist, feel his sweat and moans...and his wet penis inside him...

Falling into desire and heat, Dolph just softened her own body on the bed, lifting her own blouse and holding it with his mouth, he could see her breasts and erect nipples...

With his eyes still drooping and his expression seduced and flushed, he delicately placed his hand inside his comfortable shorts, before removing his penis and masturbating...

Dolph: Oww shit... ♡♡

The next morning: Dolph wore a shirt and pants, including a small backpack, (Y/N) had insisted on picking him up from the house and with the motorcycle, but Dolph refused every time and went to (Y/N)'s apartment on his own; He could see how big and charming the apartment was, the old EDEN terrorist apparently was now a millionaire who knows...

Dolph while walking, he could see in the distance (Y/N) sitting on the sidewalk of the apartment and waiting, he was neutral...but when he noticed Dolph's arrival he smiled gently...Dolph felt that feeling, again...

(Y/N): Dolph! You came! It would have been faster if you had let me pick you up... (Y/N) stood up and approached Dolph, putting her hands on her hips and watching Dolph in a friendly way

Dolph: I know, but I thought it was better this way, so is this where you live?... Dolph said neutrally, observing (Y/N) and the front of the apartment

(Y/N): Oh yeah! It's here, so... I'll show you my little corner, it has a very quiet part for us to do Yoga, this idea is still valid, right?

Dolph: Yes, I still accept the idea, but should I have brought anything? I didn't ask before and I just brought a few things...

(Y/N): It's good Dolph! Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest and there's no need to be ashamed...mi casa es tu casa!

(Y/N)'s tone and expressions were cheerful while Dolph's were pure tranquility and neutral, (Y/N) didn't stop making movements with his hands...he seemed to lower himself a little to have the same Dolph's height and best view of Dolph's face

That friendly manner of (Y/N) left Dolph embarrassed despite his neutral face on the outside, but you could feel his body wanting to burn and his heart beating quickly... (Y/N)'s chest, appearance, smiles were fixed on Dolph's vision...reminding him of the fact that yesterday afternoon, he masturbated again thinking and desiring his old friend

(Y/N) just put her hand on Dolph's shoulder and then guided him into the apartment while spoke, going up stairs and passing through some corridors, thanks to the windows they could have a view of the city

The floor was wooden, the walls were white and the smell of the place was new to Dolph, he felt the presence of (Y/N) walking beside him calmly... the desire to have (Y/N) holding his waist, Dolph looked like he was about to grab him at any moment...

The silence was very present, Dolph discreetly watched (Y/N) walking beside him and thought about several things; (Y/N) obviously noticed Dolph's behavior, he was going to stay quiet but he couldn't contain a smile and curiosity:

(Y/N): What was Dolph? what are you thinking?

Dolph: No-nothing, what happened? Dolph was taken aback, his eyes opened and he quickly looked away at the walls and windows

(Y/N): Are you thinking a lot...did you forget or...do you want something?... (Y/N) suddenly stopped walking and calmly held Dolph's arm, they stopped in the hallway and Dolph looked at (Y/N) confused

Many times (Y/N) acted seductively in Dolph's eyes, but that was because of her imaginations and feelings...but that action, what (Y/N) did now seemed to have a seductive air...but this time for real; (Y/N)'s eyes were a little seduced, he was simply standing there docilely holding Dolph's arm and waiting for a response

Dolph was confused and his heart was racing...Was this being real? What was going on?...It was as if for a brief moment, an opportunity for Dolph to express his feelings had appeared...it was as if Dolph was a boy secretly in love with (Y/N), and now (Y/N) unexpectedly seemed to show that had a certain crush on he

Dolph: It's no big deal...and no, I don't want something, thanks for asking... Dolph still looking surprised and confused, managed to maintain a calm pose and replied (Y/N), that still look at him and holding his arm

(Y/N): ...Ok... (Y/N) calmly let go of Dolph's arm and walked with him again...That event had been sudden and strange...but it was just the beginning...because there would still be the Yoga

Forgetting what had happened minutes ago: (Y/N) after showing Dolph the inside of her apartment and talking about things with him, took him to a huge space...with carpets, bookshelves, plant pots and windows with curtains...that was the place where (Y/N) probably practiced her physical exercises and meditations

The place was very clean and fragrant, as if (Y/N) had cleaned and perfumed it very early before Dolph arrived, he had in fact left everything ready for him...a dedicated friend; Dolph had a sparkle in his eyes and a slight smile, (Y/N) noticed Dolph's smile and found it adorable

(Y/N): Is ready? (Y/N) asked Dolph, a little anxious and happy to notice his friend's reaction

Dolph: Yes, I just need to go change my clothes, where is the bathroom?

(Y/N) pointed to the bathroom: It's right there, if you want to take a shower you can take one if you want, to feel more refreshed from the trip...

Dolph: Thanks, I think it's a good idea Dolph walked towards the bathroom calmly, (Y/N) looked happy for Dolph's visit, he watched him with affection while noticing his friend's beauty, including his beautiful ass...

(Y/N): Godness ~... Your mind said...

Minutes later, (Y/N) was sitting on a sofa, he had changed clothes...wearing a shirt and leggings, that seemed to draw a lot his intimate member and volume

Impatient and with a bored expression, (Y/N) while drinking water from her bottle almost spat it out after widening her eyes and getting scared

Dolph had left the bathroom without warning, he was drying his hair with an expression of peace and relief on his face, but his look had changed...he was now wearing a short shirt that showed off his beautiful stomach, including shorts that be comfortable...and it was short and seductive

(Y/N)'s mind: HOLY SHIT! (Y/N)'s heart raced and he got nervous

He didn't expect to see Dolph wear that, his ass and legs squeezed into the shorts, his beautiful belly and navel on display, not to mention Dolph's expression and how he dried his hair and it seemed to smell like soap...

(Y/N)'s penis suffocated in his leggings, he saw Dolph in this type of look for the first time and personally, it was exciting and beautiful for him; Trying to calm down and hide his hard penis, (Y/N) smiled and broke into a cold sweat as Dolph approached and then stopped in front of him

Dolph: Okay, we're ready, hum... Dolph was calm, observing (Y/N)'s new look

(Y/N): Yes! a-ah...so I'll show you how to start, come! (Y/N) quickly got up and walked away from Dolph...he looked nervous and Dolph noticed that, even though he was also distracted by his appearance

After preparing everything, (Y/N) gently called Dolph, who soon got up and walked towards him; (Y/N) asked Dolph to stand on the carpet, getting closer to his body and ear, he said instructively:

(Y/N): I just need you to stand and close your eyes, relax... try to empty your mind, think about some place or thing you like... a beach, a sound, a smell... just think and feel...

(Y/N)'s tone and gaze were completely peaceful and even affectionate, Dolph felt the softness of him voice...he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, putting on a calm expression and thinking of something that would relax him; As he closed his eyes, Dolph could feel (Y/N)'s soft, masculine hands guide his body, making him stand in the Tadasana pose

(Y/N)'s hands lifting Dolph's arms and going down to his waist and bringing his legs together...Dolph couldn't tell if his friend was guiding him in Yoga or caressing him

(Y/N): Think about good things Dolph...imagine a future, smiles, conversations, everything being fine...because it's fine...

After a few seconds, (Y/N) moved away from Dolph and just left him in the Yoga pose, watching Dolph...the seduction was in (Y/N)'s eyes, the Dolph's calm and manner...he was doing well, and very tasty...

After Dolph did other poses like Vriksasana, Kapalabhati and Paschimottanasana with (Y/N)'s help, he could smell the scent of the scented candle mixing with (Y/N)'s smell...Dolph was enjoying it, both his mind and body seemed to relax, (Y/N)'s careful manner seemed to help even more

On the one hand, Dolph saw (Y/N) at that moment as a crush, he liked him inside and loved his appearance and personality...her body and touches during Yoga gave Dolph goosebumps and made him smile inside

While Dolph relaxed and enjoyed (Y/N)'s assistance during that delicate Yoga...(Y/N) inside was bursting with excitement even though he was calm on the outside, his cock was still hard and he couldn't resist Dolph's soft expressions and looks...his body, including that delicious ass and thighs that looked be great at being brutally squeezed by your hands

Dolph: I'm enjoying this...you were right (Y/N)...it's worth practicing Dolph said, with his eyes closed, his hands on the floor and with his ass tilted upwards, in the Adho Mukha Svanasana pose

(Y/N): Haha i know, it really feels good, your nerves relax and your mind learns to focus a little, you are a great beginner... (Y/N) was a little away, with her eyes seduced and covering Dolph's body...especially the beautiful ass he had

Dolph: Well, I thought we would do this together... you've just been my guide and just watches me haha Dolph finally gave a small laugh, he was finally losing his shyness, becoming more open with (Y/N) since the beginning of his "guide" in the Yoga class

(Y/N): You're right, it's time for me to practice too...humph, let's go! (Y/N) got up and walked over to a pilates ball, he picked it up and took it to Dolph

Dolph noticed that (Y/N) stood up and then opened his eyes and came out of the Yoga pose, then sat down on the mat

Dolph: What is this for? Dolph got a little curious look

(Y/N): For Yoga...just stay on top of it in some pose, it's the same thing but with the help of this...

Dolph: And what does this have to do with you practicing Yoga with me?

(Y/N) stopped and laughed slightly, her eyes drooped a little...her look was a bit...malicious: You'll understand...

Without questioning and just getting up, Dolph with the help of (Y/N) just lay down in the pilates ball and tried to keep himself balanced; Dolph was slightly confused and thinking about what (Y/N) had in mind...he was lying down and clutching the big ball while his legs were spread and held on the ground

Dolph: Ok, I didn't know I could use this in Yoga... now what? Dolph remained calm and in the open-legged pose, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths

(Y/N): You said we were supposed to practice together, so let's go... (Y/N) quickly take Dolph's waist with his hands, he leaned his body against Dolph

Dolph was lying on top of the pilates ball with his legs open, and was obviously get scared by (Y/N)'s hands in your waist...too feeling a huge penis in her ass

Dolph: What the hell-

(Y/N): Hey, hey, relax...it's okay, look Dolph...I know this might seem a little intimate but...We both want that, don't we?

(Y/N)'s calm and friendly tone changed to a bolder and more provocative tone, Dolph could feel (Y/N)'s big hardened cock against his ass through his tight shorts

Dolph blushed and had a nervous and scared expression, he tried to look back and continued to balance himself on the pilates ball, while (Y/N) said:

(Y/N): You've been distracted when you're with me, I seem to cause something in you...do you think me don't notice? It's strange how different it is, how you can't hide the fact that you like me...and how I can hide and control how much I want to fuck you...

Dolph: Hu-hu???? What? Dolph was even more surprised after (Y/N)'s words

(Y/N): Let me make you understand better... (Y/N) was right on top of Dolph, he held his waist tighter and pressed his hard dick inside his leggings against Dolph's ass

Dolph: HUMPH!? Dolph could feel tension building in his body, (Y/N)'s tabby body on top of him...her ass perfectly feeling a big penis, as Dolph wasn't wearing anything below those tight shorts

That one emotion also arose again in Dolph, at that moment he was very confused and perplexed by (Y/N)'s sudden action

Dolph's mind: What is (Y/N) doing!? he wants to fuck me!? he likes me!?...

(Y/N): Let's just practice yoga together ok?...just relax your body, close your eyes and think about what you like...while I'll be right here

Dolph: (Y/N)...I don't understand...ARGH! (Y/N) interrupted Dolph, scaring him after pressing her penis harder against him

Dolph could stop that situation, but he simply couldn't react, it was as if the inside of his body and mind were telling him to let it happen... at that moment (Y/N) seemed to show that she liked Dolph and he was so hot that he could no longer control his attraction to him...but what about Dolph?...Could he continue to control the feeling? even more so at this moment?...

Dolph's dick also seemed to harden under his shorts, his open eyes seemed to soften and his body became hot, Dolph's expression of astonishment was almost replaced by drooping eyes and a much more flushed and hot face

Dolph could feel (Y/N)'s big cock under his leggings, already throbbing and hungry for him...(Y/N) continued to say things to calm him down and get him to practice Yoga on top of the ball pilates...(Y/N) wanted Dolph to close his eyes and relax, but he was obviously going to fuck him...

Despite being hesitant, Dolph leaned on the pilates ball and still lying down softened his body, (Y/N) was surprised and smiled excitedly...Dolph was giving himself away, before saying anything...(Y/N) with their male hands just take Dolph's ass with very hard... satisfying his desires

Dolph, with his eyes slightly closed, his face flushed and hot, could let out low moans as his cock and nipples hardened more; (Y/N), already impatient, without worries and with calm on her face, caressed Dolph's thighs and waist, before pulling down his short shorts

Dolph's beautiful ass, so hard and defined...(Y/N) couldn't help but blush and her face heat up, he was almost licking his own lips as his eyes and heart were filled with attraction for Dolph and his body

(Y/N): Ah Dolph...forgive me... (Y/N) was almost running out of breath, he took his big, thick penis out of his leggings and quickly tried to penetrate Dolph

Dolph could feel (Y/N)'s difficulty entering him, and the pressure of his hard cock against him ass; When (Y/N)'s penis finally entered with certain force, Dolph felt a slight pain and instant pleasure...he opened his eyes wide and let out a loud moan, almost losing his balance on the pilates ball as his dick lightly ejaculated

Dolph: AH! DO NOT! WAIT!! Dolph was very nervous and seduced now...(Y/N) obviously wasn't going to stop now, and Dolph deep down wanted that...

(Y/N) ignored Dolph's words, he just started moving inside Dolph and with force, you could hear the noise of their pelvises hitting against Dolph's defined thighs and ass as he moaned desperately and getting more seduced

Dolph tried to keep his balance on the pilates ball while (Y/N) came in and fucked him...(Y/N)'s gentle way during the Yoga guide was very different compared to the way (Y/N) fucked him and made Dolph's body shake and moan; A thousand things were going through Dolph's head, he cursed inside asking (Y/N) to stop this, and at the same time asking him to continue...Dolph was going crazy...

(Y/N): Oh Dolph! I love you! I can no longer hide the fact that I simply want you... I know you like me... don't you? (Y/N) said in a bold and passionate tone, as she sweated and entered Dolph

(Y/N): We are old friends! Don't be shy...ah! I called you here so we could spend a little time together and Yoga would take away your stress...why did you have to wear this hot outfit?

Dolph: Oh...oh...why...I wanted to oh...be comfortable with you...OH!

(Y/N): Comfortable with me? and that means you have to seduce me? it would be a shame for you to come here...and I have to ignore my desires again...

Dolph: Oh! oh! Why are you doing this to me!? why?...~~

(Y/N): Well Dolph...you know why... (Y/N) stopped his movements on Dolph and still holding him around his waist, he quickly lifted Dolph from the pilates ball and kept him standing...hugging him from behind

Dolph's legs were wobbly and still open, (Y/N)'s penis was still inside him and along with his body was hot

(Y/N): You know I like you, maybe just as a friend, but no... I love you Dolph, don't you think it's strange that I'm so caring and helpful to you?...I'm in love...

Dolph was sweating and still out of breath, he felts (Y/N)'s penis inside him and his body was getting tired, Dolph looked at (Y/N)... who then gently grabbed his chin

(Y/N): Please Dolph say you love me, I want you...we've been apart for so long...I was always here just wanting you, please dear...I know and I can do many other things besides having sex with you...

Dolph: Oh...(Y/N)?... Dolph could relax for a moment, he looked deeply into the eyes of (Y/N) who was holding his chin, Dolph's heart was beating fast and his blood was getting much warmer

Dolph was also in love, his emotions made him feel strange around (Y/N)...but it seemed to be because of the time they hadn't had contact with each other....and it was actually the attraction of a by the other

(Y/N) was looking passionate and waiting for some response from Dolph... Dolph's legs were still wobbly and open while he was standing and being hugged from behind

Dolph's drooping eyes, his flushed face and charming lips... (Y/N)'s completely sweaty chest and shirt enchanted Dolph... and his still penetrated cock excited him and tied him to his arms

Dolph could quickly feel (Y/N)'s warm air, Dolph calmly approached his face, tilting his head up more and then kissed him...Dolph closed his legs, and still being hugged from behind and standing...allowed (Y/N) to taste his lips and tongue in a peaceful and loving tone

(Y/N) took his big dick out of Dolph and affectionately grabbed him by the waist and pinned him against a wall, he took off his short shirt and pulled down the rest of his shorts...leaving him completely naked

(Y/N) bent down and licked Dolph's belly, looking at him in a provocative and seductive tone, Dolph had nervousness and lust in his eyes...being immediately enchanted when (Y/N) stood up again and took off his leggings and shirt...to being naked with him

The tall, spotted (Y/N) glued himself to Dolph who was against the wall, standing in front of Dolph and looking at him enchanted; Dolph gave in to his feelings and attraction...he couldn't resist and put his hands and face on (Y/N's) chest, smelling him and one of his hands caressing and smelling him hair

After exchanging caresses such as touches on the waist, touches on the back, touches and licks on the pectorals and hickeys and kisses on each other's necks...(Y/N) made Dolph face the wall and made him put his face against it, Dolph had one of his hands on the wall while his other arm was pulled back by (Y/N), who with her other free hand was holding Dolph's waist and thrust his penis with all his might into Dolph...

Dolph's expression was tough this time, but he was still flushed and obviously seduced...he felt the pressure of (Y/N)'s penis inside him...including great pleasure

(Y/N) moaned seductively while Dolph moaned in a lower tone, Dolph could divert his mind to other situations at that moment...like his moments with (Y/N) in the past, the times he masturbated thinking about (Y/N) and what his relationship with (Y/N) would be like from now on...

Dolph's thoughts were then interrupted when (Y/N)'s movements began to intensify...he was going very fast now...Dolph became nervous and felt much more pleasure, he could feel his mouth watering and his lungs filling with breath

Starting to moan uncontrollably with (Y/N) who soon grabbed his waist with both hands, Dolph just moaned loudly and felt a wonderful orgasm as his penis ejaculated... also feeling (Y/N)'s semen inside him

Dolph and (Y/N) were exhausted, Dolph's legs were wobbly and (Y/N) had to hold him so he wouldn't fall...they both slowly lay down on the wooden floor, with their nerves on edge. ..sweating all over his body and breathing and expressions of tiredness, Dolph just hugged (Y/N)'s arm, who then smiled and kissed him on the head

After recovering a little: (Y/N) and Dolph were still naked and lying on the sofa in that huge space where the Yoga took place, (Y/N) hugged Dolph very tightly and kissed him on the head and necks...in a tone calm and affectionate, Dolph loved those kisses...he felt comfortable and relieved, giving light smiles with a sweet and carefree look

(Y/N): Hmmm you smell good...what soft hair my love...♡ (Y/N) began to caress and smell Dolph's hair, he said softly and with a playful tone

Dolph: Stop it...you're making me silly~... Dolph smiled and gave slight goosebumps

(Y/N): Leaving you silly, hmm? I'm the one who's getting silly...it's addictive to touch that beautiful hair, your whole body is perfect...It's so good to have you... It's so lucky that my dreams come true...baby...come here ♡!!

(Y/N) lying on the sofa, quickly put Dolph on top of his chest...Dolph was surprised and laughed with (Y/N), Dolph soon relaxed and lay down...and (Y/N) again began to touching and smelling his hair, he felt and appreciated the presence and contact with Dolph...it was a dream for both of them

Dolph: Yoga was good, really, but I think you're my best tranquilizer...

(Y/N): Oh yes...you too, I love you, you know?

Dolph: I know...now I know~... Dolph said to (Y/N), they just relaxed on the couch and conveyed affection to each other

Before they spending much more time together that day...after wonderful sex, and a delicate yoga...

Written by murasakinocatt

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Democrat Rep. Barbara Lee (D-CA), who is running for late Sen. Diane Feinstein’s U.S. Senate seat, is calling for a $50 minimum wage, defending her position during a debate Monday night.

The moderator asked Lee to defend her call for a $50-an-hour minimum wage during the event, noting that it is “seven times the current national minimum wage of $7.25 an hour.”

When asked how that would be economically sustainable for small businesses, Lee immediately said that she owned and ran a small business for over a decade, creating “hundreds of jobs, benefits, retirement benefits, [and] also health care benefits.”

“I know what worker productivity means, and that means that you have to make sure that your employees are taken care of and have a living wage in the Bay Area,” Lee said. “I believe it was the United Way [that] came out with a report that — very recently — [said] $127,000 for a family of four is just barely enough to get by,” she said, pointing to another survey that identified $104,000 as not being enough for one person, essentially classifying them as low income “because of the affordability crisis.”

She added:

And so, just do the math. Just do the math. Of course, we have national minimum wages that we need to raise to a living wage — you’re talking about $20, $25 — fine, but I have got to be focused on what California needs and what the affordability factor is when we calculate this wage.

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Fox 40 notes that “a wage of $50 an hour would total $104,000 over the course of a year.”

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Her call generated mockery from critics, including Sen. Ted Cruz (R-TX), who asked, “Who not $500 per hour?”

“Okay, why not $100 then? $1,000? Why not just make the minimum wage a billion dollars an hour? Then we’d all be richer than Elon Musk!” Turning Point USA founder Charlie Kirk remarked.

“Economic illiteracy like Rep. Lee’s has been around for centuries. Every country that adopts it becomes a dystopian nightmare,” he added as others piled on:

Lee’s call comes as inflation comes roaring back with no immediate signs of relief, as detailed in Breitbart Business Digest.

RELATED — CNN’s Sidner: Hotter-Than-Expected Inflation Report “Another Sign” Economy “Getting Better”

[vaguely-problematic]

a u.s. supreme court case for 2023 may change the internet. legal eagle (above video) explains.

Gonzalez v. Google LLC is about whether youtube can be held liable for the content that its algorithm recommends to viewers. it involves a terrorist attack by isis and the fact that youtube was recommending isis videos to its users.

#u.s. supreme court #u.s. law #2023 u.s. supreme court cases #youtube algorithm #communications decency act #section 230 #social media content moderation #isis #youtube recommendations #online radicalization #this dystopian nightmare of a country #duty not to support terrorists (ATA) #Youtube #Gonzalez v. Google LLC #legaleagle #antiterrorism act (ATA) #3rd party content moderation #FOSTA #SESTA

[h0pelezromantic]

Enough is Enough

Written by Essafa

9 November 2023

Today marked the 34 days of Israel occupation against Palestine. Every minute, every second is uncertain for them. Not once getting better, not once the bombs stop. Each corridor or even place that is supposed to be a shelter for them to find protection isn’t safe anymore. Israel bombed every possible place and things just to hide behind the “Hamas is hiding in there” “Hamas using Palestinian as a human shield” –Hamas this, Hamas that. The pathetic part is that Israel can’t prove any “death” of Hamas and even located them. 

Thousands of innocent souls have been martyred–unborn babies, babies, children, women, elderly. As per today, Palestinian death toll  reached 10,569 with mostly children and thousands still missing. Hundreds of images and videos show the cruelty and inhumane act of Israel–and most countries haven’t condemned their action. Yet, they condemned what Hamas did on 7th of October which was the result of what Israel did for the past 50 years. Imagine you’re protecting your own country from the oppressor called a terrorist, while the oppressor is a so-called hero. How is that even possible? 

Now we get to the point of life where everything is not the same anymore and won’t be the same anymore–as it should be. We get to live life as comfortably as possible–at the same time, Palestinians are living a nightmare; the sound of bird chirping turns to sound of raining bombs, blue clear skies now filled with dust, homes turns into rubble with thousands of people under it, and the ones still alive wondering when their turn to take their last breath. However, Palestinians are a proof of believers–we’re here slowly losing hope in the world but they still stand strong and encourage us. Indeed, we do live in an unfair world. 

I never imagined that we’re witnessing and experiencing dystopian life. We’re actually witnessing live of genocide and ethnic cleansing against Palestinian. We’re witnessing how history repeats itself where clearly “Never Again” is just a phrase. I believe we are educated enough to know what happened during World War II–the Holocaust-the Nakba. I believe we are educated enough to differentiate a war and genocide. I believe that no human being wants to experience what the Palestinian experiencing right now and of course for the past 75 years. Only people that are sick in the head approve–agree to the carpet bombing of Palestine. 

I and each one of you who still have the sense of humanity won’t let Israel get to act whatever they want. We will try our best effort to stop the genocide against Palestinians. We still and will stand strong like the Palestinians did for the past 75 years. We won’t give up–we won’t stay silent–we will and always speak the truth. We hear you Palestinians. We hear you. Hundreds of thousands of us will stand by you. We are your hope. We are your voice. You will be free, you will be free. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free. 

To whoever read this, please spread more awareness. Don’t stop talking about Palestine. Call your representative, voice the truth, demand an immediate ceasefire. Do everything in your power to talk the truth–Palestine. Don’t ever stop. Spread every small detail of what's happening in Palestine.

#gaza #gaza genocide #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free palestine #free gaza #ceasefire #ethnic cleansing #palestine #humanity crisis #gaza strip #social justice #made with tumblr #stand with palestine

[damnesdelamer]

There’s a post going around about how colour has gradually drained from our daily lives. Many have pointed out that this is a symptom of capitalism, and the need for products to be saleable to the broadest spectrum (pardon the pun) of consumers, thereby removing any aesthetic idiosyncrasies like ‘not being grey or beige’. I wanted to point out something further though.

Greyness has always been used as a threat by anti-communist propaganda. A report from the BBC recalls that the Eastern Bloc was ‘grey, regimented and plagued by shortages’; Polish defector to *checks notes* California, Czesław Miłosz, wrote in his 1953 anti-communist study that ‘The chronic lack of consumer goods renders the crowds uniformly gray and uniformly indigent.’ And yes, this is all very connected to consumer goods. Imagine, if indeed you can, the same shitty, overpriced cafe on every street corner, no matter the city, always the same, always bland, always brutally exploitative to workers. The nightmare of collectivisation! But those were different times. Thankfully we in the noble West can today enjoy ice cream from Walls, Miko, Ola, Algida, Streets, and even Good Humor!

But back then, bootlickers advocates of capitalism cried out, if we sacrifice our right to brutally exploit disenfranchised classes rugged individualism for the sake of collective prosperity, then we’ll lose our very individuality, and become mere drones serving the totalitarian state! Red scare iconography used to feature lots of grey Nehru jackets and imposing brutalist architecture (both of which are fucking rad honestly so I don’t know how that was meant to scare us anyway) to represent mindless conformity and submission to absolute communist power. Yet now we somehow see graphs like this:

So what gives? I’m reminded of a tweet from a short, half-Irish and half Jewish (but secular), dark-haired light-eyed former child star...

Meanwhile in real, existing socialist countries we see vistas like these:

And let’s not forget the hayday of signature artistic styles of the Eastern Bloc, socialist realism and socialist modernism:

Imagine living in a world so drained of colour and culture! Who could survive such a cold, monotone existence but the, err, Reds. Think of these dystopian images next time you enjoy your Starbucks™ coffee on one of your plentiful breaks from work at the luxurious capitalism retailer, and rejoice at the freedom of choice our glorious leaders have handed down to us in their world-beating beneficence.

#communism #communist #socialism #socialist #red scare #original #socialist realism #socialist modernism

[dramatic-dolphin]

hi! Average USamerican has to take on massive debt over and over all throughout life just to survive day-by-day, because the companies that control our vital resources are both allowed and incentivized to raise prices indiscriminately! For you see, we live in a dystopian nightmare country. Send help.

FOR REAL. i also live in a dystopian nightmare country but in a different way, so sometimes i learn shit about the usa (usually relating to money and finances) that makes me go 😨😨😨 what the fuck. stay strong 🫡❤️

#like the inflation over here is massive and our money fucking sucks #but oh god if i had to deal with All That Shit you guys over there do i would cry #i already don't understand finances and it seems like they're deliberately making shit as difficult for y'all there as possible #horrifying.

[books-and-cookies]

5 SECOND REVIEW

* bro, what the everloving FUCK did i just read

* this 😃 was 😃 absolutely 😃 horrifying 😃

* if anyone ever utters the words "america is the land of opportunities" and toots about "the american dream" i will smack them repeatedly in the head with this book

* the author more than proved the argument that while the U.S. claim to be colorblind when it comes to race and that, in very simple terms, racism isn't an issue anymore, mass incarceration has essentially created a new racial undercaste

* the majority of people incarcerated are African Americans, as a consequence of an artificially created "War on Drugs", which allowed an unreal amount of control over the people, essentially segregating them to a lower status through completely legal means

* i mean, mandatory minimum sentence of 5 to 10 years for marijuana possession??? Bro. People in other countries receive this sentence for violent crimes, what are we on about??

* the way that the system militarized police and manipulated laws and procedures to make it ridiculously easy to put people in prison - specifically minorities and more specifically African Americans, or in institutionalised control such as probation or parole, is straight up a dystopian nightmare, i can't even

* being labelled as a felon amounts to loss of fundamental rights and the inability to leave a vicious circle that perpetuates poverty and second class citizen status to millions of people

* i am just flabbergasted and straight up horrified that this is happening and that it will most likely continue to be a reality unless a groundshaking change on all levels - political, economic, societal - happens

* throughout this whole book, my one thought was just "bestie make it make sense pls what is this why is it happening"

* 5/5 ⭐️

#books #booklr #book reviews #nonfiction #the new jim crow #michelle alexander #mary says stuff about

[ffion451]

Rebel with a Cause | A JJK, KTH oneshot

Summary: Sweet, shy Jungkook has been pining over a girl for months - is he too nervous to make his move or does he realise that her links with his gang’s rivals would make any move a suicide mission?

Characters/pairings: Jungkook x f!reader, Taehyung x f!reader

Genre(s): Dystopian au, SMUT with a teeny smidging of angst

Warnings: SMUT (protected and unprotected penetrative sex, rough sex) unhealthy relationship dynamics, power imbalance and suggestions of coercion (NOT dub-con).

Note: Please see the note at the end when you’ve read!

Word count: 11.8K

Beta credit(s): 🌙 @moonleeai and 🍒 @cherrysoulth - two excellent and wonderful people who confirmed that this mostly makes sense!

When exactly did your world end? Unlike some Hollywood blockbuster, there was no defining event, instead a slew of pandemics, followed by economic and environmental collapse saw your world just decline into the nightmare-scape that it now is. Nobody really remembers the glory days of this vast metropolis anymore, its memory is erased by the effacing misery of its now ghettoised state, shut off from the rest of the country. This city is by no means unique, every other city is the same, they all hide behind high walls, all fending for themselves, mistrustful of outsiders; every passing year breeds further distrust of the world beyond the city walls, the idea of an outsider now synonymous with threat and danger.

What was the tipping point from lawfulness to lawlessness? Again, it’s nearly impossible to pinpoint, but it could be when local government and the police simply capitulated and gave in to the reigning chaos. Power never disappears though, it simply transfers, and the vacuum was quickly filled by every power-hungry bastard in the city. The struggle for power was brutal and short, by the time the rival gangs had fought it out, only two remained, each equal in influence and power, though very different in their methods.

On one side there was Park Joonggil, a CEO of vast influence and wealth, he had never been averse to breaking the law as and when it suited him before the collapse and so flourished now. Joonggil, a man of exceptional intelligence, had all the suave adaptability of a true psychopath; when society collapsed it he simply took it as another business opportunity and saw the change in his operations as ‘diversification’. Joonggil’s gang, though he’d only ever refer to it as his ‘organisation’, ‘corporation’ or ‘company’, are all shaped in his image. He expects his associates (read underlings) to present as professionally as he does, the result is a team of exceptionally suave and capable people. Though the head of a vast empire, his inner circle is small, compromising his most trusted colleagues: Kim Namjoon, his second in command, a man of ruthless intelligence with a keen mind; Park Jimin, a man of breathtaking duality who can negotiate through any situation with an unending reservoir of charm; finally, Kim Taehyung, a man who can smell an opportunity from a mile away and acts without hesitation.

The other half of this power sharing alliance already had roots in the underworld of the city before the fall. Their leader, Jang Dongsoo, better known as ‘Big Boss’, had been a gang leader all his life, his role inherited from his brutal father and the son is very much in that image. Dongsoo’s gang (unlike Joonggil he doesn’t shy away from the term) are undoubtedly more at home with the seedy underbelly of the city and are not afraid to get their hands dirty. Dongsoo views his gang as his foot soldiers and, whilst he can be terrifyingly violent, he is also paternal, watching over them with a sort of stern fatherly affection. Just like Joonggil, he too has a small band of lieutenants: firstly there is Kim Seokjin, a man who’s handsome face masks the shrewd, calculating mind behind it, not to mention the explosive rage he’s capable of; Min Yoongi is possessed of the same incisive mind, but he is far more controlled, he’s often the ‘ideas’ man, with a sharp focus that can rival any of the schemes devised by the Park Corp; finally, in the last few months Dongsoo has taken a shine to a foot soldier of seemingly immense talent who seems to be able to succeed at any task he’s given. This kid, who he’s come to refer to as his ‘golden maknae’, has made a real impression on him and he’s begun to groom him for success: his name? Jeon Jungkook.

No matter their branding, whether they’re in the sharply tailored suits of the Park Corp or the typical leather jacket, ripped jeans look of the Jang gang, the two groups are essentially the same: both are headed by men with a insatiable desire for power and wealth, both with an innate belief in their own superiority and their entitlement to devotion and respect. Both organisations maintain a rigid hierarchy that is almost exclusively male and neither are shy about trading in, or making use of, prostitution, drugs or any other racket that brings them wealth. They have little value or time for anyone outside of their circles, doing all of their business in two large buildings, that serve as housing and offices for the elites.

Across the sprawl of the city, business, districts and associations are divided between the two fairly evenly; there are very few places in the city that are truly neutral. One of these rare places is Hobi’s bar, it’s neutrality maintained by both groups; they use the bar as their meeting place when they need to negotiate or discuss anything and the arrangement works. Hobi, sunshine in human form, presents no ground for opportunity for either Park or Jang and so they see no value in trying to recruit him, instead they rely on his neutrality and the existence of his bar as a safe zone. Hobi might be all sweetness and light but he has a very clear morality that he absolutely will not compromise, no weaponry or drugs are allowed or tolerated on his premises, neither is harassment of his patrons, especially the women, these are rules that all uphold and respect.

It’s that final rule that his always mattered to you; it’s the reason you’ve always felt safe at Hobi’s and it’s why, over the years, you’ve spent so much time there, well, that and the fact that he is one of your dearest friends. Of course, spending so much time at a bar frequented by the most dangerous men in the city was bound to bring trouble sooner or later.

Sooner, as it turned out.

“Here again, I see,” smiles Hobi, gently waving the bottle in his hand.

Jungkook nods at the offer and slides his glass down the bar towards Hobi who catches the glass deftly, filling it before bringing it to the downcast man slumped at the bar.

“Are you ok, kid?” he pries carefully. He’s always cautious with Jang’s men, so many are volatile and though this kid has been haunting the bar for months now without a hint of trouble, he’s still on guard.

“I’m not a kid,” Jungkook says in little more than a whisper. “And I’m fine.”

Hobi smiles at that, deciding to give it one last shot, “Sorry, mate,” he cajoles, “I’m a neutral here, so you wanna talk about it? Is it woman trouble?” he teases.

Jungkook raises his head to look at him then, the big doe eyes swimming with emotion that is clearly aching to be released. When he speaks, his voice is surprisingly gentle, “Man, you have no idea -” he begins, before spilling the entire contents of his heart out.

Over the next hour Hobi learns a lot of things about Jungkook. Firstly, the boy really is very sweet and only a few years younger than Hobi. Secondly, he’s really quite handsome, even more so when he smiles, giving away a flash of a cute bunny grin. Thirdly, he learns that Jungkook is head-over-heels, off-the-chain, fully-obsessed with a woman that he’s been watching in this bar for months and he’s never even spoken to her. If he wasn’t so earnest, so truly and completely besotted, Hobi would be worried. Yet, there’s almost a naive purity to Jungkook, despite his gang affiliation, that suggests he’s not some weird creep or stalker, just a young man with a crush so dehabilitating that it paralyses him and makes it impossible for him to simply talk to this woman who is the obvious focus of all his desire and affection.

“She’s just so perfect, hyung,” whines Jungkook cutely, clearly comfortable now with Hobi and asking him for the kind of support and advice he’d never dare approach Jin or Yoongi for, “she’s so sweet and kind to everybody around her and I just want to talk to her, I just want her to notice me.”

Hobi presses a little harder, asking if it’s only nerves that prevent him, because he senses Jungkook is holding something back.

Now at ease with Hobi, and his tongue loosened by alcohol, Jungkook loses some more of his inhibitions and confides further, “I think she has some kind of arrangement with one of Park’s men,” he whispers and immediately sees that Hobi is going to point out that that is more than a red flag, rather it’s a carnival of flags, all with ‘leave this alone’ emblazoned on them, but Jungkook continues on, “I know what you’re going to say, but I’ve been watching her for ages and I think she’s being, like, forced into it. She doesn’t look happy at all.”

Hobi sighs, “Your a nice guy, Jungkook, but whatever the deal is, if involves one of Park’s men, for your sake and hers you should leave well alone.”

Jungkook knows the kind older man is right. The problem is, the second Jungkook sees you, he just doesn’t care.

———————————————————-

Later than night, Jungkook is so drunk that it is a mystery of physics that he is still somehow mostly upright at the bar, teetering precariously on his barstool. You’ve only just arrived, you make a habit of being around to help Hobi lock up. It’s for your protection rather than his; you help him lock up and then you walk to your apartment block together as he lives a couple of floors beneath you. 

You smile brightly at Hobi and begin to stack stools and chairs on tables ready for the cleaning lady in the morning. It’s only then, as you clatter the stools around him, that Jungkook realises he’s the only one left at the bar, and he staggers to his feet in embarrassment. Th laws of physics can only be held at bay for so long though, and gravity catches up with Jungkook as he loses his footing.

He doesn’t crash to the floor though and it takes his inebriated mind several seconds to realise it’s because you’ve slotted yourself under his arm and are steadying him, moving him away from the bar stools. He hears your voice, though it echoes distantly in his drunken mind, “Hobi, can you get this kid some water?”

“’m not a kid -” is all he is able to mumble before he passes out.

The next morning Jungkook wakes, confused as to where he is. He sits up, realising his leather jacket has been taken off him and is neatly folded on the table beside him, it sits next to a litre bottle of water in an ice bucket and, practically if not a little grossly, an empty ice bucket in case the worst happened (luckily, it hadn’t). Beside these things are his keys, switchblade, phone and chapstick, all in a neat little row. He groans and stretches, shrugging off the blanket that’s been placed over him.

After several minutes where he’s checked his phone, rubbed his eyes and gulped down half the water, he hears the door to the bar unlock and open. He tenses immediately and almost reaches for knife when he pauses at the sight of your smiling face, keys in one hand, two coffees in a carry case in the other and two paper bags of takeout balanced on your arm as you try to navigate through the doorway.

Jungkook is on his feet immediately and rushes over to help you and it doesn’t take you two long to awkwardly negotiate your burden and to come to sit beside each other at one of the booths near the couch he’d slept on, the door safely locked behind you.

You’re the first one to speak, “Good morning,” you smile, “I figured you’d be hungover and hungry and a little confused,” you say gently.

He smiles awkwardly in return, “You did this for me?” he asks gratefully as you nod, “I passed out here last night, didn’t I?” he cringes.

You smile and confirm his worst suspicions, “Don’t worry about it though, as totally off-your-face drunks go, Jungkook, you’re a very sweet and pliable one.”

His eyes narrow slightly in suspicion, “How do you know my name?”

You wince then in discomfort, “You don’t remember telling me?”

Jungkook groans and puts his head in his hands. If he had a choice, he’d rather be shot than have to look up at you again. Moments from last night bubble up from the murky depths of his subconscious: he remembers waking up as you manoeuvred him with Hobi on to the couch; he remembers you telling him to empty his pockets so he wouldn’t crush anything or hurt himself in his sleep; he remembers telling you that you were lovely as you tucked him in; he remembers the feel of your fingers gently brushing the hair from his face as he started to drift off, catching your voice as you wished him sweet dreams.

He wishes that was all he could remember. 

Sadly, in the moments between, he also spoke to Hobi. As he recalls, at the time he thought he was whispering, but now, in all the horrifying clarity of the day and soberness, he realises it was less of a whisper and more a sort of hoarse shout. He had told Hobi, several times, that you were ‘her’, the girl he had been pining for and fantasising about. He can’t remember the precise words, but given your evident mortification, he had made his feelings more than clear.

He groans for long minutes before you try to lure him from his hunched ball of shame, “Jungkook, come on man, your breakfast is getting cold, eat with me!”

Being rude is worse than being ashamed for Jungkook and so he raises his head, fishing the contents out of the paper bag you’ve thrust at him and thanking you repeatedly before stuffing his face as an excuse not to speak further.

Together you drink coffee and eat in silence, it’s not altogether uncomfortable as you smile continually at him in encouragement and slowly his embarrassment starts to subside. As the meal comes to an end, and the last dregs of coffee are tipped into your mouths, he tries to find the confidence to speak again to you.

Finally, as he hears another set of key in the door and watches it begin to open he rushes words out, “Can I please see you again?”

You smile, but you seem a little confused and he seeks to elaborate, “Because…”

A voice then joins in, “…because you’re the love of his life,” supplies Hobi with a grin, reenacting one of the more dramatic declarations of the night before to a groan from Jungkook, who buries his face in his hands.

He’s surprised to feel your own hands close around his wrists as you gently pull his hands from his face and it sends a delicious thrill through him. He dares to open his eyes and you are smiling kindly at him, “Ignore Hobi,” you say softly, “I’d like that; I’d like to see you again.”

It’s then that his face breaks into the widest most-bunny like smile, “Really?” he asks with childlike excitement. He notices that you are shyly embarrassed in the face of his enthusiasm and he finds it even more endearing: he was right about you all this time, you’re just as sweet as he thought you were. Whilst Dongsoo encourages Jungkook’s wide-eyed wonder with the world around him, the others, especially Jin and Yoongi, laugh at him for it, always warning him that the world is a dark place and nobody can be trusted. As Jungkook looks at you now, and finds that you’re all he thought you were and more, he knows that they’re wrong.

You speak then, “Really. I’d like to be your friend. Though things are complicated for me,” you say awkwardly, “I’ll explain when we get to know each other better.”

Jungkook smiles, certain that whatever your situation is with the Park Corp together you’ll overcome it.

———————————————————-

Over the next couple of months, Jungkook falls harder and deeper for you. The two of you hang out regularly, seemingly dating despite the fact that he seems to have made no progress beyond holding your hand on a few occasions: though he’s horny as hell and deeply frustrated, he accepts the situation as it is. He’s so head-over-heels, and it’s still such early days for the two of you, that he won’t push his luck and risk losing the relationship he’s building with you.

One night, having drinks together at Hobi’s bar, Jungkook can’t help but notice that a pair of dark, dangerous-looking eyes glare through from the group of Park Corp men at the corner of the bar and watch your every movement. Jungkook doesn’t say anything but he can see you’re aware of it and that you seem to quail under the attention. Eventually, he can no longer handle your discomfort and asks you about what’s going on.

It’s then that you smile sadly and explain your situation to him. You’d grown-up next door to, and attended the same school as, Kim Taehyung. You’d never really been close friends but you’d always been part of each others’ lives. As you grew up and felt the danger of your position in the world with no family other than sick grandparents left by your early twenties, Taehyung’s power and influence was a necessary safety net for you and he took you under his wing; you were essentially marked as Taehyung’s property. For a long time that hadn’t really meant anything, just that you had protection and could continue to live mostly free from harassment in the city, everything has a price though. Over time, it became clear what Taehyung’s was.

You seem mortified as you explain to Jungkook the nature of your arrangement with Taehyung; you’re clear that there is no love or even real affection there, just his lust and the need to fulfil his desires. You also put at end to Jungkook’s protestations that he, and the Kang Gang, can replace that protection and accept you into their fold. You see too much danger in it, too much risk for both you and Jungkook and it’s too early in your relationship to take that risk, you’re not going to free yourself from being trapped by one gangster to turn to one you hardly know.

It’s hard for Jungkook to accept, but there is such an earnest desperation within you that he lets it go, even if he’s clear that it’s something he’ll want to discuss again. He leans over the table and strokes your cheek with the backs of his tattooed fingers in a gesture of comfort; he struggles to contain his smile as you lean into his touch and then catch his fingers in yours before bringing them to your mouth where you skim your lips across his knuckles. Your eyes meet for a moment and something undefinable passes between you, simultaneously soft and gentle whilst being sharp and hungry.

“Outside, now,” commands a deep voice, and instantly you look at Jungkook in warning. You needn’t have bothered though because Taehyung only says the words in passing as he strides past your table on his way to the back door of the bar.

“Go home, Jungkook,” you say softly as you stand, clearly embarrassed.

“I’ll see you Sunday, yeah?” he checks as he gets to his feet, pulling you into a quick fleeting hug before you turn away from him and follow Kim Taehyung’s footsteps, your head hung in shame.

Jungkook is nearly at the door out of the bar, when a gut-feeling, a twist of intuition, tells him he can’t leave you like this. Quietly, moving through darkened shadows, he makes his way slowly through the bar, careful not to draw attention, until he reaches the door you and Taehyung passed through.

He presses the door open gently and it leads onto the darkness of a narrow brick-lined passage way strewn with debris and graffiti; he holds his breath as he listens for you and it then, at the far end of the alley that he hears a rhythmic thudding and spies an old structure, like a shed, that’s little more than a frame, covered over with thick sheets of milky white, partially translucent plastic, its edges lifting in the breeze.

There’s a light within, it looks like its cast from a camping lantern, and from that dull light he can see the outline of a woman sat on some kind of surface. Looming over her, from between her legs that are spread and wrapped around him, is a man thrusting violently into her. Jungkook knows it’s you and Taehyung and though sickened, if unsurprised, he draws closer.

As he nears, he begins to hear the wet sounds of your bodies joining together, the gasped breaths, moans and grunts of effort. He doesn’t realise how close he’s drawn until the wind teases at the edge of the plastic again and parts it, it’s then that he sees Taehyung pull you to him, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear as his hips slow, his thrusts driving deep now, causing you to whimper.

His eyes flicker up, and he catches the outline of another body, realising immediately that it’s Jungkook, a smirk plays at the corner of his lips and when he speaks, it’s louder and more purposeful, “I’m close,” he groans, “you’re so good for me, always so tight.”

He begins to chase his high then, battering into you with a desperate fury and you cry out, pained, “Please, Taehyung - ”

“Fucking take it,” he growls, a hand tangling in you hair, pulling it back so he can lick a wet stripe up your throat, “remember who this cunt belongs to.”

He continues to pummel you before repeating his words, “Who does it fucking belong to?” he growls as you scream out.

“You, Taehyung, you!” Jungkook watches pure pleasure write itself over Taehyung’s face as he comes inside you exactly as you speak the words.

Moments later Taehyung is pulling out and tucking himself back in his trousers, throwing a handkerchief from his suit pocket at you. 

“Clean yourself up and make sure you’re home when I come over later, yeah?” he asserts before he walks away from you towards Jungkook, who has now retreated further down the alley though, knowing he’s been made, he doesn’t attempt to flee.

When Taehyung reaches Jungkook he has a dangerous smirk on his face, “I know who you are,” he begins without preamble, “you’re Jang Dongsoo’s little wonder boy, and so you think that makes you untouchable.”

Jungkook returns the smirk with one of his own, “Doesn’t it?”

Taehyung laughs coldly then, “Let’s be clear. I don’t care if you two want be besties, plait each other’s hair and paint each other’s nails and have movie nights; I don’t love her and I don’t want her. I do own her cunt though, and I don’t share, so keep your grubby little paws off her,” he commands as he straightens his tie.

Jungkook frowns, hating the way Taehyung speaks about you, “And if I don’t?”

For a moment he doesn’t think Taehyung is going to answer as the older man walks past him and reaches the door back into the bar. Yet, when pulling the handle towards him as he steps through, Taehyung looks back at Jungkook and delivers his final warning, “I mean it - I don’t share. She’s been my friend nearly all my life, but if you touch her, I’ll kill her without fucking hesitation,” he says flatly, without any feeling, and is gone.

Jungkook feels sick with shock and only seconds later, leaves the alley and the bar behind, not wanting you to know what he’d witnessed.

When Jungkook sees you on Sunday, he realises Taehyung couldn’t have only spent the rest of the night after he fucked you in that alleyway with you, but probably the whole weekend; you’ve done your best to hide the marks across your neck and clavicles, but Taehyung has clearly spent a lot of time sucking and biting the signs of his ownership across the canvas of your skin. Jungkook also hates to see the way you’re moving carefully, your body evidently aching from whatever marathon fuck session Taehyung has subjected you to.

He changes the plans he had for the two of you, and instead settles for a picnic on the rooftop of your building, abandoning the strenuous hike he had planned to one of the few green places left within the city limits. As you gather supplies, obvious eager to get out of your place, he notices that all the windows are open wide, and his sensitive nose notes the still lingering smell of sweat and sex. From his place on the sofa, he turns his head to look around, and smells Taehyung’s cologne on the fabric, making him wince internally.

When you’re finally together on the roof, he’s able to relax, especially when you’ve had your fill of the the delicious snacks he brought and you lay with your head in his lap, looking up at him as he talks to you about his weekend and the various jobs Dongsoo has had him doing.

He looks down at you fondly as you express concern for his safety, he knows you’ve never been interested in any of the details of his gang life, never really engaging but you always listen to anything that’s about him, always taking time to express worry, or to show your admiration, or to congratulate him on an achievement. It’s now of the many reasons he believes he’s falling in love with you.

He tenderly brushes the hair from your face, “Thank you for worrying about me, honey,” he says, recently he’s adopted the pet name for you and he’s hoping you’ll let it stick.

“Don’t thank me,” you say warmly, “I should be the one saying thank you! Thank you for being my friend and for everything you do for me, including this picnic,” you ramble on, trying to get him to agree to take money from you to pay towards the treats he bought; he finds it remarkably endearing.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he says earnestly; he needs you to know that his relationship with you isn’t like yours and Taehyung’s, it’s not transactional, everything that he does for you is based on his growing love for you, not what he can get from you.

When you’ve sullenly agreed not to pay him, he smiles, “I do have one favour to ask though,” he asks before he tells you of a lavish party that Dongsoo will be throwing at his Penthouse in a few weeks, begging you to come with him. He wants you to go, to stay at the building over night, promising you that you’ll be safe, that Dongsoo would never allow harm to come to you.

It takes a long time for you to agree. You disappear downstairs for a while and when you return, you say that your grandparents, ill as they are, are prepared to lie and say you’re visiting them at the city limits, in case Taehyung checks.

“I can only stay one night though,” you insist, you never talk about Taehyung if you can help it, so it’s noticeable when you do, “he can never know; he’d kill me.”

Jungkook nods heartily in agreement, pulling your body close to his in a strangling hug, and wonders if you know how true the words you have spoken are. He swallows hard in discomfort, but satisfies his conscience with the belief that being with him makes you as happy as it does him.

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“That dress is Gucci” says a quiet voice beside you.

You turn to face the man, he’s handsome, cat-like, clever-eyed; immediately you’re alert to the danger he could pose.

“Well?” he prompts.

“Well what?” you respond, careful to keep your tone flat, “you made a statement, you didn’t ask a question.”

He eyes you in cold appreciation, clearly deciding you’re worth his time, “That’s fair,” he asserts before he fixes you with a question, “here’s a question for you then: do you know who dresses exclusively in Gucci?”

You appraise him coldly, with more confidence than you feel, “Who are you?”

“Min Yoongi,” he replies lazily, and watches as you piece together who he is, “answer the question please,” the polite word does nothing to hide his demand.

You smile coldly, “What’s the point in this?” you ask rhetorically, “can we just skip to the point you want to make? You evidently know about my connection with Kim Taehyung, so please just be direct.”

Yoongi smiles momentarily, “I like you,” he states, with a slight narrowing of his eyes, “do you like our maknae?”

You smile genuinely then, “I do,” you say warmly, “though maybe a little less enthusiastically than he’d want. He’s a sweet guy, he’s nice to me and he doesn’t offer me his protection just so he can call me a whore and fuck me in alleys, so yeah, I like him.”

Yoongi nods slowly, “Why is Kim Taehyung obsessed with you? I don’t mean to be offensive, you’re very attractive and obviously a good person from what Jungkook says, but Taehyung could have anyone, why does he buy you expensive dresses? Why just you?”

You shrug, “Do you think he tells me?” you say hopelessly, “I think it’s power and power only. He’s known me forever. We were once good friends. He buys me things because he thinks I provide a service for him, it’s like tipping, I suppose. I’m convenient, unthreatening and he seems to enjoy the things he does to me.”

Yoongi looks at you in pity then, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” he says kindly.

You shrug and blink away the tears that rise in your eyes, “It’s worth a lot,” you nod, “I understand that you’re suspicious of me, but I don’t want to be here, I don’t want your protection and I don’t want any affiliation. I’m only here because I want to be a friend to Jungkook and he asked me.”

Yoongi nods, “I understand,” just before he takes his leave of you, he keeps his voice low, “maybe give him a chance though? Maybe it’s worth being fucked by someone less brutal for a change?” 

You suck air between your teeth at the crudeness of the comment, but he’s already gone, leaving you discombobulated.

The night stretches on and you’re grateful for the time you have with Jungkook because he’s seemingly in constant demand. Earlier, Yoongi asked you why Taehyung was in to you, but right now, watching women flock around Jungkook, you have to wonder why Jungkook is. 

Eventually, the party draws to a close and Jungkook appears to escort you to a guest room. As he shows you around, you thank him, “Where do you sleep?” you ask innocently.

“A couple of floors above,” he smiles, “just below Big Boss,” he explains.

You nod, “I see,” and you try to hide your nervousness.

“I could stay,” he says in a low voice that you’re unfamiliar with, his eyes are dark and his expression looks hungry.

You say nothing as he steps closer, your heart beating against your ribs like a caged bird.

He’s before you now, smiling in his cute way, but there’s a dangerous gleam in his eye, “We’re in a bubble now,” he smiles, “the outside world and its rules don’t exist. There’s no gangs, no Kim Taehyung, just you and me.”

You gulp nervously as his eyes darken and his voice deepens, “Let me love you.”

Before you can respond or even breathe, he’s moving closer, one hand tucks a stray strand of hair away from your face, the other comes to rest around the back of your neck. You take a ragged breath in, and then the flat of his palm comes to rest on your cheek before his mouth meets your mouth. His lips press against yours and you yield to him, your lips parting, he seizes the opportunity to kiss you more deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He runs the tip of his wet muscle along the edge of your teeth before he laughs throatily, betraying his desire. Soon his mouth is back on yours and you can feel the lust exude from him as his kisses become more hungry, more uncontrolled, more fierce. 

The more he kisses you the more his grip on you changes, though the hand holding your head in place remains constant, the hand of your face travels across your shoulders and down your back until it reaches your ass, its purpose there seems twofold: firstly, to grope and knead at the flesh and secondly, to hold you in place as his grinds and rubs against you, his dick hardening as he begins to hump against you like a dog in heat, breaking his kisses now so he can pant desperately.

“The bed,” he groans into your mouth, “please can we move to the bed?”

Before you know what’s happening, you’re thrown to the bed and Jungkook is standing at the foot of it, staring down at you like you’re the last banana milk in the convenience store. He falls to his knees and undoes the fiddly, small buckles on your heels, pulling them off before kissing up your bare legs in speedy, sloppy kisses. Halfway up your thigh he meets the hem of your dress and pushes it up so it gathers at your hips, kissing all along your upper thigh where he pauses and sucks in a breath between his teeth.

Jungkook had been pleased that you arrived at the party in your revealing dress with unmarked skin, but now he sees that Taehyung was simply concealing his marks of ownership; the soft flesh of your inner thighs are painted a deep, blackish purple where Taehyung has evidently bruised every inch of you that his mouth can reach around your core. Hating Taehyung, but undeterred, Jungkook presses his lips to the soft silk of your underwear kissing through the flimsy fabric to the sensitive flesh beneath causing you to cry out, drawing another throaty laugh from him.

“Take your dress off, honey,” he commands, but his tone is clearly desperate.

You flush then, “I can’t,” you whisper, “I don’t want you to see me.”

Jungkook smiles kindly, “I want you so fucking bad,” he groans, “trust me, you’re fucking beautiful and I want to see every inch of you.”

It’s then that he notices that though you’re shy, there’s evidently more to it and he asks perceptively, “What has he done?”

You look mortified and can’t make eye contact with Jungkook as you explain that Taehyung has decided that as you’re so fond of Jungkook you must be into tattoos and so you should get one. He has been using a temporary ink over the last few weeks to test various designs. As Jungkook slowly peels your dress from you, half in dread and half in arousal as your soft flesh is revealed to him, he begins to see what you mean: all along your pelvis, under your belly button and, as he hooks a finger into your underwear, all the way down to the folds of your cunt is written “Taehyung’s” in various different shapes, sizes and styles and varying degrees of being faded out. Jungkook has done many questionable and immoral things in the service of Dongsoo, but he has never yet killed anyone and until now he’s really never wanted to. Nonetheless, if someone put a gun in his hand at this moment, he’d blow Taehyung’s brains out.

You’re so embarrassed at Jungkook witnessing your humiliation that it takes some time of him lying beside you on the bed, him still fully dressed, you only in your underwear, for you to relax. For a length of time he strokes your hair and talks softly to you of everything and nothing until you unwind in his arms and your stiff limbs soften. It’s then that his mouth finds yours again and soon you’re on your back while Jungkook lies over you, his tongue chasing yours, his hard cock pressing into you from the restraining fabric of his suit trousers.

Soon, Jungkook is fighting his way out of his clothes as he kisses you tenderly until you’re both in your underwear, kissing lazily as his rock-hard bulge presses into your dampening underwear. It’s when he finally frees your breasts from your bra that he loses control, instantly grasping at the flesh with his tattooed hands, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he teases it with his teeth before turning his attention to the other.

When he hears you whimper out, he eases the drag of his teeth on the sensitive nub. The tension deep in his gut, his heavy balls and throbbing cock are all telling him he needs to rail you senseless but his mind is filled with Taehyung brutally ramming into you in that alley way; that’s not what Jungkook wants. He wants your first time together to be a time where he shows you how much he loves you and so he slows everything down. He gently eases your underwear down your legs and, after scrabbling around in his discarded trousers for his wallet, he eases a condom down his length, finally shedding his underwear.

He rejoins you on the bed then and continues kissing you as he lays between your legs. He feels you shudder pleasurably each time his cock twitches against your thigh and he smiles as his lips cushion yours until, finally, you gasp into his mouth as the head of his cock presses against your hole. He takes your hands in his then, interlacing your fingers with his and pinning them beside your head as he kisses you deeply, pushing his cock into your tightness, surprised by how tight and resistant you are despite your wetness. When he finally bottoms out and breaks away from you so he can pant, he starts to understand why Taehyung exclusively cleaves to you an no other woman.

Jungkook smiles down at you, noticing the tears leaking from your eyes, “Can I move?” he asks and you nod fervently, clearly in discomfort.

He establishes a languid space then, fucking you deep and slowly, so that you feel every ridge and vein of his cock and he pushes into you and then drags out of your tight walls, his pelvis grinding against your clit, his hips rocking into you to bring you near the edge. 

After what feels like hours of exquisite joy and torture, Jungkook’s impressive stamina starts to wain and his ability to hold back even more so. His hand comes between you then as he massages your clit and his hips begin to snap into you that bit faster, that bit more fiercely, as he feels his impending high grow ever closer.

You come without warning, faster than he expected and he grins at you, not once breaking eye contact as you give him a fucked out, dazed and glassy smile; his thrusts falter then and soon he collapses on you as he spills into the condom with a yell of satisfaction, your hands gripping his muscular back, clinging to him in your afterglow.

“I love you,” he whispers into your shoulder and feels your body tense and he pulls back to look at your nervous face, “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to say it back,” he says generously, though he’s desperate for you to, he really doesn’t expect you to.

“I really care about you, Jungkook,” you say honestly, “Any normal woman would love you, I guess I’m just a bit broken. It will take me longer.”

Jungkook reassures you that you’re not broken and that he can wait as he shepherds you to the en-suite where you clean each other up before you climb back into bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

A knock at the door wakes you hours later, but not Jungkook, who’s totally at peace in the safety of his building. With difficulty you ease yourself from under Jungkook and you clothe yourself quickly in the sweats you brought with you before you answer the door. The glowering figure of Dongsoo fills the doorway as he eclipses the dimly lit corridor.

“I think we should talk,” he mutters, taking in the sprawled naked body of Jungkook in the room behind you, the smallest scrap of blanket covering his ass as he lays flat out on his stomach.

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“It’s agreed then,” Dongsoo says as he walks you back to your room, a gentle smile on his face and you nod amenably before you re-enter your room and shut the door softly behind you, sighing in gentle relief.

Dongsoo had taken you to his office and told you that he would claim no affiliation that you didn’t want but that he’d support your ‘friendship’ with Jungkook and that you’d always be welcome at Jang Tower. As a shrewd man he obviously added that that was entirely dependent on how Joonggil behaved; Dongsoo admitting readily that if the Park Corp found the arrangement not to their taste that he would have to rethink his decision. You admire his honesty, you know he seems to like you and that he cares deeply for Jungkook, but he won’t compromise the safety of his men, or his empire, for one woman he barely knows.

Taking a deep breath, and avoiding waking Jungkook, you climb back into bed.

———————————————————-

A month later and Jungkook is concerned: after seeing you regularly in the couple of weeks following Dongsoo’s party where you’d been to the building regularly and you guys had spent much more time together, over a week has passed since he last saw you and he feels you’re avoiding him.

His concern has brought him here, to Hobi’s, and he’s disappointed not to find you here. However, he does spy a group of Park men and an empty chair with a distinctive Gucci jacket hanging off the back of it. Following his intuition he sneaks around the edge of the club and out the exit leading to the alleyway where he hears hissed voices, though he knows he needs to get closer to hear what’s being said, it’s clearly argument between a man and a woman.

Closer now and he hears your voice; you sound exhausted and desperate, “Please Taehyung,” you beg, “please don’t make me do it any more. It makes me feel sick, like some cheap whore.”

Taehyung’s voice is cold, “You’re saying that like there’s a choice,” he says flatly and Jungkook strains to hear clearly, leaning forward; his foot grazes a bottle then, and it makes a dull ringing sound as it topples over. The silence that follows is deafening and his whole body tenses as the moment seems to stretch out infinitely.

Finally, Taehyung speaks again, “You’re a friend,” he says to you, “and you’re not a cheap whore, but you are my whore for as long as I want you so just learn to shut your fucking mouth and spread your fucking legs when you’re told or I’ll be less generous.”

The tremble in your voice allows Jungkook to imagine the tears that must now be flowing freely down your face, “Less generous than this?” you scoff, though your attempt at attitude is undermined by your clear, desperate hopelessness.

When Taehyung speaks, it’s clear he’s moving away from you and towards Jungkook who flees up the alley in response, only managing to catch scraps of Taehyung’s parting shot, overhearing a mention of those sweet, unwell grandparents you’d mentioned before.

Later, when Taehyung has swept from the bar, taking the Park Corp men with him, you emerge through the doorway and are surprised to see Jungkook at a nearby table waiting for you. He feigns surprise to see you coming through the exit door and smiles placidly as you fudge some harebrained and unbelievable reason why you’d be out there.

It’s only later in the week, back at your apartment, that the truth finally comes out, when it does, it feels like Jungkook’s world has ended.

———————————————————-

“I don’t know how Taehyung knows what’s happened between us, but he does,” you explain to Jungkook. You’re sat opposite him on your sofa, legs crossed and your hands in his, “he’s been clear. If anything more happens between us he’ll kill my grandparents,” you say. 

You don’t cry, you simply sit, numb with shock and pain. Jungkook tries everything to reason with you, saying he’s sure Dongsoo will allow your grandparents to come live in Jang Tower too and you can all be together and safe. His heart shatters when you then reveal your conversation with Dongsoo and the limitations of the protection he’d afford you.

Jungkook grips your hands desperately, “This can’t be it,” he says, his voice unnaturally high and strained, “this isn’t how it ends for us!” he asserts desperately.

He’s prevented from losing control by the sound of a key scraping the lock, “That’s him,” you say, and flinch from the look of betrayal from Jungkook, “I have to do what he says, Jungkook,” you say sadly, “for my family.”

Neat as a pin in his tailored suit, Taehyung strides into the apartment looking at Jungkook in distaste, “Time’s up, kid,” he says flatly before he turns to you, “Get your shit together,” he hisses as you wipe at your eyes.

“Fuck you,” spits Jungkook, but Taehyung doesn’t rise to it and simply offers him a bored look. 

“It’s time to go, wonder kid,” he says drily, before again turning to you, “The CEO wants to see you, so get your stuff, you’re coming to the Park Plaza with me.”

You release your hands from Jungkook’s, unable to look him in the eye, only whispering “I’m so, so sorry,” before you disappear into your bedroom and shut the door.

Jungkook sits in shock, staring vacantly at the closed door you’ve disappeared behind and the wall beside it. Taehyung follows his line of sight and offers a small chuckle that snaps Jungkook out of his reverie. 

“Shit, isn’t it?” Taehyung says with a sneer, looking at a stylised abstract painting on the wall beside you bedroom door, “Fuck knows where she got it, or why she likes it. Turns out you can’t fuck taste into someone. Who knew?” Taehyung glances back at Jungkook, looking him up and down and the implication of what he’s saying is obvious.

Jungkook could rip Taehyung’s throat out. He’s so angry that he bounds up and vaults over the sofa, grabbing Taehyung by the lapels and shoving him forcefully across the room until they collide with the wall beside the apartment door.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” Jungkook yells, spit flying in Taehyung’s impassive face, pinning him, his fists balled into the expensive fabric of the suit, “I won’t let you do this -”

It’s then that the door opens again and the tall, imposing figure of Joonggil steps in, staring with haughty distaste at Jungkook, “You have no choice,” he says smoothly, his voice detached as though he’s dealing with a troublesome child, “I’ve spoken with Dongsoo, you are to leave and you are not to contact her again.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort but Joonggil simply raises an eyebrow and steps back, allowing Jin and Yoongi to enter. The appearance of his gang brothers surprises Jungkook so much that he releases Taehyung in shock. By the time he realises what’s happening, Jin and Yoongi have his arms pinned to his side and they’re dragging him from the apartment and into the corridor away from you.

Joonggil steps back into the corridor, watching Jungkook depart and then and delivers the parting shot, “Come near her again and I will kill you, her and everyone either of you have ever loved,” he doesn’t even glance back at Jungkook who’s cursing desperately over his shoulder as he’s dragged away. Joonggil simply steps back into your apartment and closes the door behind him.

Jungkook rages on through his tears as his brothers wrestle him from the building. He lets the rage overtake him to ward off the incoming tidal wave of pain and grief: no matter how romantic Jungkook is, he knows, deep in the recesses of his heart, even as it now breaks, that you’re lost to him forever.

 ———————————————————-

“You can come out now,” Joonggil calls as he shuts the apartment door behind him.

You emerge from your bedroom quietly and he gestures for you to approach with a small jerk of his head.

Stood before him, you look at him nervously as he evaluates you with an inscrutable expression, “You’ve done well,” he says gently, “I know it isn’t what you want, but I think it’s time to come and live in Park Plaza. At least you and Taehyung can be together properly there, even if you forfeit your independence.”

You bow deeply and thank him for his generosity, agreeing to everything he has said, careful to be deferential and respectful.

“Taehyung is lucky to have you,” he says without feeling, “and I am grateful for everything you have done. You have my gratitude,” he smiles briefly, sweeping away from you, “I’ll leave you two alone, I’m sure you need some time.”

He offers a gentle smirk to Taehyung, who has now crossed the room and is straightening the painting he’d earlier been insulting, before he leaves the room.

Now alone, you turn back to Taehyung, imitating his voice, “Shit isn’t it?” you mock, repeating his words from earlier.

Taehyung laughs, running a figure over one of the abstract faces in the painting, tracing the line of red paint that connects the nose to the mouth, “I can say that if I want to.”

“I love that painting,” you frown as he turns from the work and crosses the room towards you.

You give into him as he wraps his arms about you, “That’s why I painted it for you, my love,” he says warmly, kissing the top of your head, before changing the subject “I know you don’t want to come to the Plaza baby, but I think it’s time that we’re finally together properly.”

You pull back slightly and look up at the man you’ve loved your entire life, “All I want is to be with you, Tae, always,” you sigh. He catches your soft breath in his mouth and swallows it down with his, before his lips find yours for the millionth time. He kisses you with all the tenderness of the very first time he kissed you clumsily in his kitchen when you were both only six years old.

“Is that finally a yes?” he asks, a keening enthusiasm underlying his gentle teasing tone.

“Are you asking me to marry you again?” you smile, your stomach fluttering in excitement.

“Yes,” he says, his voice now clearly tense, his body thrumming with energy.

You nod repeatedly, unable to speak, tears flowing freely down your face as he yells in pure joy, his mouth crashing against yours as he walks you both backwards into your bedroom as you both begin to giggle giddily.

“Taehyung, be sensible,” Joonggil warns, as his most devoted colleague paces back and forth rapidly, hands clenched in fists, full of rage.

Taehyung is the angriest he’s ever been. He loves and respects his boss, but this? No. Never. Taehyung will not agree to his girlfriend, the one true love of his life, being used as bait to lure in some pathetic love-struck kid so that the Park Corp can get ahead of the Jang Gang in a trade agreement with a gang in Ilsan.

“It was a fucking joke,” Taehyung hisses, “what the fuck even is this?” he almost shouts in exasperation, looking at Namjoon in betrayal. He’d text Namjoon an hour ago, relaying the story that you’d told of him of your evening and the sweet and very drunk young guy in the bar who’d declared his undying love for you and all that Hobi had told you as you walked home. Namjoon had received the message while having a whisky with Joonggil, who’d demanded that Taehyung leave your apartment and come immediately to the Park Plaza: Joonggil had also insisted that you come along, and that’s where you find yourself now, perched uncomfortably on the end of a large, leather couch as the men around you debate.

You’ve been around these gangs for so many years now that you can read escalating danger rapidly and easily. You know Joonggil is fond of Taehyung, but he’s also something of a psychopath and you can tell his patience is wearing thin with Taehyung’s anger and refusal to do as he’s told.

You and Jimin exchange a silent but meaningful look and you realise your instincts are right; Joonggil’s patience with Taehyung hangs by a thread.

“I’ll do it,” you say firmly, “but on my terms.”

Joonggil fixes you with a cold stare as Namjoon and Taehyung look at you, all agog, “Good,” he nods, “we shall discuss terms.”

That final statement makes your blood run cold as you realise that you were foolish ever to think you had any say or control of the situation you’re in.

———————————————————-

You don’t remember first meeting Taehyung. Neighbours from your infancy, he’d always been a presence in your life, the two of you inseparable from your youngest years. You first kiss had been from a shy, 6 year old Taehyung when you gave him your last strawberry. Later, when your teenage years found you, he’d been your first real kiss. 

As you grew up and the danger of the world became more apparent, you two kept your friendship secret. Taehyung knew he was destined to join his family in working for Park Joonggil, but he’d be damned if he let you get caught up in that. Nonetheless, one sticky summer found you two exploring each other’s bodies for the first time as you lost your virginity to each other in an abandoned building, one of the many clandestine places you two would meet up. You would hang out, talk, sit together, kiss and, as your friendship matured into deep love and commitment, the place where you’d fuck like rabbits, insatiable in your desire for each other.

Now, both adults, you know that Taehyung is the only man you will ever love.

———————————————————-

“Babe, I admire your loyalty, I really fucking do, and trust me, I feel sick at the thought of him anywhere near you,” Taehyung wheedles, “but you’ve been out with this guy so many times now and you’re not getting anywhere nearer Dongsoo - you’re going to have to give him more.”

You cuddle more closely into Taehyung’s sweaty chest, “After fucking me senseless, you’re telling me you want me to let Jungkook touch me?” you ask incredulously.

“You know I don’t,” he reasons, “just hand holding, a little kiss, I don’t know - just let him believe you feel something for him.”

“I do feel something for him,” you fire back, “he’s a good guy - he’s sweet and gentle and kind and I feel like shit for doing this to him,” you sigh.

Taehyung pulls you closer, he’s not jealous that you’re fond of Jungkook. He knows you’re his, always have been, always will be. 

“Baby, I love you,” he sighs, “but what choice do we have? You know Joonggil, it won’t be just us in danger if this doesn’t go as he wants.”

You shudder at his words and he nuzzles into your hair, “He’d never really hurt you, Taehyung, I don’t think, not seriously anyway, or your family,” you say, mostly believing your words.

“I don’t know about that,” he wonders aloud, “but it doesn’t matter because anything that happens to you or your family is the same as it happening to mine. I am you,” he insists.

“You are me,” you return, with a soft smile.

Together, you lie in the dark, the lights from the city splashed across the walls in neon violence and you both silently wonder how you’ll make it through this situation and the strain it places on your both.

———————————————————-

Taehyung breathes heavily as he turns on the camp light, “Will he follow us out here?” he asks, looking around the dark alley.

“I think so,” you whisper.

In Hobi’s bar, Taehyung had been seething with rage as he watched Jungkook cosy up to you, until he noticed you tapping three splayed fingers against your thigh: the SOS sign the two of you had devised and he’d rushed to his feet, doing the first thing that came to mind and insisting you meet him outside. Now, in the privacy of the secluded alley, you’ve just explained that Jungkook has figured out there’s something going on between the two of you and you spool out the tangled web you’ve woven.

The two of you stand for a moment in nervous energy before Taehyung grins naughtily at you, “Well, if he’s coming, shall we give him a show?” he suggests, blood instantly flowing to his cock.

“What are you thinking?,” you ask cautiously, though your voice is laced with excitement.

“Let’s let him think I’m using you, just like you say I am,” he grins, “I won’t hurt you, babe, but let’s let him think I am. We need him to buy this story and it might put him off trying to fuck you a while longer.”

You smile awkwardly, “It’s a good plan, but honestly I don’t think he’s that desperate to fuck me,” you demur.

Taehyung moves closer to you with a dark look in his eyes as he pulls your skirt up and your underwear down before lifting you onto a nearby surface, “I bet he fucking is,” he growls and he grips your jaw to deliver a ravenous kiss to your lips, “because I always am, no matter how many times I’m lucky enough to have you.”

With a moan that gives away all of your desire, you spread your legs and yank him closer by his belt before you begin to tug at the buckle.

A little while later, Taehyung leans into you as he slows his thrusts, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear, “He’s here, don’t sound like you’re enjoying this.”

As you pretend as though Taehyung is using you, you feel cheap and dirty. Taehyung’s cold words and feigned distaste are still hurtful even though it’s only an act and it’s not hard for you to begin to cry and play the role of his whore. When Taehyung leaves you and you’re left clutching his handkerchief, the tears roll flatly down your cheeks.

That night you open your door to an ashen-faced Taehyung, “Let’s never do that again,” he says with a trembling lip, “I’d rather he touches you than see you like that again,” he says with heartfelt pain. You collapse into each others’ arms before you spend the rest of the night, the rest of the weekend in fact, inseparably close as though somehow the bond between you can be made concrete and physical through force of will. By Monday, you’re both exhausted but certain that nothing will ever come between you.

———————————————————-

Jimin looks as sick as you feel.

“That’s what Joonggil said?” you ask, numb with shock.

Jimin nods, looking bilious, “He said that you have to fuck Jungkook at the party because it’s the only way in. Only then will you have enough access to the building to find out about the Ilsan deal so we can undercut them.”

You look at each other, both abject in your misery before you say, simultaneously, “Taehyung can’t know,”

You smile drily and humourlessly at each other, more grimacing than grinning, before Jimin continues, “He’d kill Jeon Jungkook before he let him near you. He can’t be told until it’s done.”

“I understand,” you say, “I can hardly bear the thought of it, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Taehyung.”

Jimin nods grimly, “I know.”

You feel like you’re going to be sick, “Jimin, I don’t think I can tell Taehyung.”

Jimin gives a second, grim nod, “Tell me when you’ve done the deed and gotten the information and I’ll tell Taehyung.”

You’re too sickened to smile, but you manage to thank him with a vague tightening of your mouth.

———————————————————-

After fucking Jungkook and spending weeks gathering information on the Ilsan deal from your time at the Jang Tower, Joonggil finally consents to you having some breathing time while he reviews the information you’ve gathered and decides whether you’re done or he needs you to continue.

It’s been a little over a week of absolute seclusion for you. You stayed in your apartment, scrubbing your skin raw and crying, doing everything you could to avoid both Jungkook and Taehyung. Today, under Hobi’s concerned insistence, you’ve ventured out and are drowning your sorrows at the bar when Taehyung finds you.

“Any word on whether I have to keep prostituting myself out?” you ask him bitterly and you immediately feel ashamed; none of this is Taehyung’s fault and coping with the idea of you and Jungkook has been very difficult for him. He hasn’t once made you feel bad about it, being a caring, kind and supportive boyfriend despite the fact that you, his girlfriend of over ten years, have fucked another man.

“Let’s talk outside,” he murmurs, nodding towards the door to the alleyway.

Leaning against the damp cold of the brick wall outside, you feel the strength leaving you, “I can’t do this anymore,” you sob, “I hate it so much. I don’t want to do this to us. Fuck Taehyung, I don’t want to do this to him either, he’s a good guy and this is so wrong.”

He nods, trying to contain his own boiling emotions, “I don’t want this either. But what can we do? We can’t leave, nowhere will take us. I can’t leave Park Corp, he’ll kill me and if you openly disobey him, he’ll kill you or your grandparents, or someone else, and that can’t happen. Trust me, thinking that is the only thing that’s stopping me from going crazy over all this.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one who has to fuck someone else,” you snipe.

“Trust me,” he scoffs, starting to lose his temper, “there’s nothing easy at all about thinking of you two together,” Taehyung knows you’re hurt, knows you’re suffering, and so he pushes the feelings down, deep down and away so that his anger isn’t directed at you.

 “Please Taehyung,” you beg, “please don’t make me do it any more. It makes me feel sick, like some cheap whore.”

Taehyung’s voice is cold, “You’re saying that like there’s a choice,” he says flatly. It’s then that you both hear a sound and Taehyung holds a silent finger to his lips before mouthing “We have company,” at you.

Silently, you mouth back, “Jungkook?” and he nods at the likelihood of it being him.

 “I’m so sorry,” Taehyung mouths before he speaks again in a loud and clear voice, “You’re a friend and you’re not a cheap whore, but you are my whore for as long as I want you so just learn to shut your fucking mouth and spread your fucking legs when you’re told or I’ll be less generous.”

Taehyung’s heart breaks at your look of betrayal, even though you know he’s playing a part, and even more so at the tremble in your voice as you weep.

“Less generous than this?” you scoff hopelessly and he reaches for your hand, squeezing your fingers briefly as he moves away from you, walking backwards up the alley, his eyes never leaving your face, beginning to threaten the safety of your only remaining family should you disobey him further: each word is a knife in both your hearts.

He’s almost at a bend now, yet before he turns away he mouths “I am you,”

You smile weakly as he pauses for your reply, and you mouth back, “You are me.”

It’s almost a year before you see Jungkook again; you’ve been careful to avoid him. Now that you live at Park Plaza you have no cause to go to Hobi’s bar, instead you two socialise near to Taehyung’s building, though never within, partly because Hobi doesn’t want to be accused of favouring a gang and partly because, within the building, you feel like Joonggil always has a beady eye on you. 

It’s a surprise then, when you’re shopping for vegetables in Park territory, to hear your name called by a familiar voice.

You keep your face neutral, but soft, when you turn to face him, “Jeon Jungkook,” you reply.

He looks you up and down, taking in your relaxed unbranded daywear and it seems to please him that you’re not a Taehyung clone, “You look good,” he says, “how have you been?”

You smile awkwardly, “Oh, you know, same old,” you shrug, “What about you? You look great,” you smile. It’s no lie, Jungkook is even more muscular than when you saw him last, his tattoos now a complete sleeve with a new brow piercing too.

He nods curtly, “You live with Taehyung now,” he states. You make no reply, it’s a statement after all, and one he knows the truth of, and so you say nothing.

“I’m sorry for your situation,” he blurts out, catching your hand in his and stroking his thumb over the backs of your fingers and you’re surprised that your fingers reflexively tighten around his, holding his hand in yours.

He smiles at how you return the contact and doesn’t release your hand, the touch feeling natural between you, “I sometimes wonder if you’d have loved me as much as I loved you if we could have found a way to work out…” he trails off in thought for a moment before he shakes his head, as if to wake himself up from his thoughts, “but I guess we’d both have ended up dead.”

You can only nod in response, shifting uncomfortably.

“I hear Taehyung plans to marry you soon,” he says dispassionately, “he must treat you better nowadays?” your heart twinges at that because you can hear the hope and concern in his voice, the last traces of his lingering love for you.

You nod again, and force yourself to speak, “Things are good,” you confirm vaguely.

It’s then that a group of low-ranking Park men appear and the two of you briefly exchange goodbyes and best wishes before he turns away, his fingers slipping from yours, and you’re puzzled to find that your fingers seem to hover outstretched towards him for a moment as if to call him back.

———————————————————-

At a street corner now back in Jang territory, Jungkook pauses for a moment, leaning against a wall. Idly, he thrums his fingers across his thumb restlessly, the tattooed flesh haunted by the ghost of your touch.

Last week he’d overheard Jimin and Taehyung at one of the few luxury department stores that the city has left to offer; Taehyung was agonising over the material for his wedding suit and Jimin seemed to be in the role of advisor and emotional support. Jungkook had taken time to watch Taehyung carefully and it was evident that he was a mix of emotions, excited, nervous, tense, eager, too many to count in fact. The most prominent feeling though was written all over his face, laced into each syllable of his words, in every soft movement of his elegant fingers across the fabrics: Taehyung was clearly head-over-heels in love with you.

It caused Jungkook to wonder what had happened, his mind pulling apart every time he’d seen you together. After a long chat with Yoongi running through all his thoughts, he thinks he’s finally figured it out: Taehyung had always loved you. 

The truth of it was obvious, Jungkook thought, as he pondered it. Taehyung had loved you all his life, but because of his reputation and his psychopathic boss, he’d hidden his feelings from everyone. Jungkook thinks that it must have been the threat of losing you to Jungkook that changed him, it must have made Taehyung finally reveal his feelings to you.

With that thought in mind, Jungkook decided he had to see you. He had to know how you were. Had you let Taehyung into your heart too? Now, resting his head against the sun-warmed brick behind him, Jungkook thinks you might have. Though he could feel that you still have feelings for him, as he does for you, you seemed contented, happy even, and that’s good enough for him.

Jungkook comforts himself that he isn’t like Taehyung; he doesn’t think if he can’t have you then nobody can. No, he can let you go and he hopes that you’ll be happy. With a final, bittersweet smile, Jungkook pushes the sole of his motorcycle boot off the wall and moves forward, heading home.

———————————————————-

Through gleaming floor-to-ceiling plate glass, Yoongi watches Jungkook return across the street to the building and his mind wanders back to the conversation he had with Jungkook. 

The things Jungkook said have been simmering away in his mind and are now beginning to bubble and spit: he can’t help but wonder if the timing of your exit from Jungkook’s life and the collapse of the Ilsan deal that came shortly after was coincidental or something more. That deal changed the power balance in the city irrevocably; though the Jang Gang still share power with the Park Corp they have less territory and sway than they once did - Joonggil simply holds more power, land and influence now. 

Jungkook’s theory made sense, Taehyung had always loved you. Fine. Yoongi gets it. But what if you’d always loved him too? What if you’d used Jungkook and betrayed him because you loved Taehyung? Yoongi feels like his theory makes equal sense, perhaps even more sense than Jungkook’s. 

The boiling pot of ideas in his head now bubbles over, releasing scalding anger. Yoongi is going to do some investigating of his own, and if his suspicions prove true, then he won’t let it go: there’ll be hell to pay for you and Kim Taehyung.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. Please, please, please drop me a line and let me know your thoughts! Anons are on and my inbox is always open to feedback, requests character asks, etc. Don’t be shy; sharing is caring folks 😘

UPDATE: A little drabble set a few months after the epilogue - THE KISS

A little character map for you so you can see how I visualised the characters:

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