barely amusing


You don’t feel strange at all? Not even a little bit?”
                                                                                           “No, not really”

(One of the best moments of this episode… just sayin’… I’m in love with Ryan’s expression)

iiithisismyusernameiii  asked:

I know this isn't your norm but can we have some kind of SuperCorp Bridal Style something? Because you know they are obviously dating now... right?

“Oh come on, Alex, she totally knows.”

Alex pffts and looks away and looks back and looks away and looks back.


“Alex. Yes. She does.”

Alex squints and leans across the bar to get a better look at Lena, at the way she’s fawning over Kara, at the way Kara’s leaning into her, the way Kara’s arm looks like it’s just twitching to toss itself over Lena’s shoulders.

“I’m not saying she doesn’t like Kara for Kara – hell, she seems even more in love with Kara than she’s enamored with Supergirl – but I’m saying, Danvers. She’s not stupid. And we’ve already agreed that the glasses really…”

“Are ridiculous, yeah,” Alex murmurs distractedly, staring all the harder at her sister and her sister’s maybe-not-really-what-are-you-talking-about-Alex-we’re-just-friends-come-on-I-mean-sure-I-like-her-what’s-not-to-like okay-I’m-gonna-stop-you-right-there-Little-Danvers-because-what’s-not-to-like-is-literally-the-phrase-your-sister-used-about-me-right-before-she-became-my-girlfriend girlfriend.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Lena asks Kara on the other side of the bar when she catches Alex and Maggie both staring.

Kara has to try – hard – not to tell her exactly what Alex and Maggie are talking about, because in a bar this crowded, this loud, there would be no other way to explain her knowledge except superhearing. And she’s going to tell Lena – really, she is – but not yet, because she’s terrified, because Lena likes Kara for Kara, which is unbelievable and amazing but what if when she realizes that Kara is also Supergirl, she doesn’t like her for… her… anymore?

But she can’t say all that, not yet, not yet, so she splutters and she adjusts her glasses and she tries very hard not to spill her club soda all over her baby blue collared shirt that Lena had commented earlier brought out her eyes beautifully.

“Oh, um… probably… girlfriend stuff. Definitely girlfriend stuff.” She adds an authoritative nod for good measure, and Lena’s laughter sounds like faerie wings, and Kara’s heart leaps because she’s laughing, but she’s not laughing at Kara, and that… she… is perfect.

“Girlfriend stuff,” Lena deadpans, her voice rich and low and full of barely contained amusement.

Kara adjusts her glasses again. “Yeah. Like uh… what… hey, what do girlfriends talk about, anyway?”

Lena takes a long sip of her wine, and Kara tries – and fails – not to look at her lips.

“The same things we do, probably,” Lena answers after a thoughtful swallow, and Kara’s stomach flips because sometimes she thinks she knows Lena so well, but when they go anywhere near… this territory… she just can’t figure out what her feelings are… if she’s just happy to have a friend, or if these dates they’ve been going on are actually… you know…. dates.

She should ask Alex. Or Maggie. Or both. But not now. Not now, because now, Lena is draining her wine and standing up and Kara’s ex-boyfriend – not the amazing one – naturally chooses that moment to cross behind her, causing Lena to overbalance, to stumble, to start to fall.

Kara doesn’t think and she doesn’t calculate. She just sweeps one arm under Lena’s thighs and the other, strong around her back, scooping her up bridal style so she doesn’t fall, so she doesn’t roll her ankle, so she doesn’t…

But oh. Oh. Oh no.

Because now Lena’s breath is hitched and Alex and Maggie’s jaws are both on the bar and Lena’s pupils are dilating and her breath smells of wine and nothing has ever smelled so perfect and Kara can hear her heartbeat, feel it, and she hasn’t had anything but club soda but Rao does she suddenly feel drunk, and Rao is Lena’s body warm, and Lena’s arms are wrapped around her neck and Lena is speaking, softly, speaking, low, speaking, intimate.

“Well, these arms certainly do feel familiar,” Lena’s practically whispering, and it doesn’t matter that the bar is crowded, and it doesn’t matter that the bar is loud, and it doesn’t even matter that Kara has superhearing: the words penetrate her every cell with subtle, heated precision.

“I… I didn’t want you to… fall,” Kara splutters, and neither woman says anything about the fact that Kara still hasn’t put her down.

“Oh, Kara Danvers,” Lena husks softly, “I told you. You are my hero. I know you’d never let me fall” She brings her lips to Kara’s ear easily, protective of her secrets, of her safety, of her comfort and of her happiness. “Whether you’re in or out of that suit and cape.”

Heat sears throughout Kara’s entire body, and she has no words because she barely has breath, and she pulls back so she can look Lena in the eyes, and Rao she can’t help the way she glances down at her lips once, twice, three times, until Lena breathes, until Lena wets them, until Kara can’t take it anymore and closes the gap, because she can’t process anything except Lena, Lena, Lena.

They startle apart at a loud whoop from across the bar, and Kara sets Lena down gently, carefully, though they stay entangled in each other’s arms, entangled in each other’s breath.

“Boom! You owe me that flash grenade, Danvers!” 

“I never said the glasses aren’t ridiculous!”

“Flash grenade!”

“Do we want to know why your sister’s girlfriend wants a flash grenade to begin with?” Lena grins into Kara’s ear.

“Not even a little bit,” Kara grins, and finishes what she started, and Rao, are Lena’s lips soft, and perfect, and smiling into their kiss, and Rao, Rao, Rao, she likes me for me, for me, for me.

The idea of Tim only having so much brain power to spare after n-days no sleep and existing purely on coffee really amuses me.

Like, you have Tim, sitting at the Bat-computer running 4 advanced algorithms simultaneously - that he created specifically for whatever task he’s doing right now - while also speed-reading case files and drawing up diagrams to show trends and patterns because he had a hunch about his most recent case and the guy is a machine - no stop productivity and competence okay?

And then you try to have a conversation with him.

“Hey, Tim, what’s the file name for the model you created to predict Arkham breakouts?”

And Tim’s brain hasn’t currently allocated any power or space to process “Arkham breakouts” or “Speech”. So his response is, naturally, “Khhhhhh..”

It’s a weird hissing noise and it’s honestly troubling? Except, not anymore because they’re used to it and they’ve just learned to wait until Tim has finished so they can accost him before his brain routes power to some other task.

Jason and Damian totally take advantage of it, though:

(“Drake, I’m going to take your bike out tonight.”


“Excellent. I’ll return it to you. If it’s still in one piece.”)

(”Hey, Tim, I’m gonna post these pictures of you drooling all over Dick on the Internet.”



And Tim’s friends are honestly really disturbed. And they try to assure each other that “he’s really not a robot, promise. He’s a normal person. Semi-normal.”

“Maybe more coffee will fix him? He runs on that, right?”

(More coffee doesn’t help. However, the Coffee command automatically overrides all other commands and he stops what he’s doing to drink coffee before returning to his regular tasks.)

AND ANOTHER THING!!! does Oda seriously expect us to buy this bullshit about Big Mom finding Pudding creepy because of her third eye?? LIKE C’MON, this is the same Big Mom who has expressed her wishes to diversify her family—

AND the same Big Mom who has a rather disturbing library collection full of rare creatures who she keeps alive, just barely, for her own amusement—

and ALSO the same Big Mom who affectionately treated Brook, the one and only known living skeleton, as her new play doll—

but she draws the line upon seeing Pudding’s third eye???

yeah sorry, but i don’t buy this shit for even one second because it makes absolutely No. Fucking. Sense. At. All.


Originally posted by apgujeon

a nice little belated birthday present for @dylanlover24!!! make sure to wish her a late happy birthday and follow her while you’re at it (she writes imagines as well)!!

otp(s): jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 962

synopsis: the one where jungkook’s just a shy, awkward bean.

“you look small in my hoodie.”
a hoarse, but radiant chuckle broke the silence of the room, followed by the deep sound of skin striking cotton.
“do not!” you shot back, ardently.
“do too,” jungkook quipped, tranquilly. you could barely see his pearly white smile in the dark.
“fine,” you scoffed, sitting upright now. “since you hate it so much, you’d rather me take if off?”
you didn’t need a source of illumination to notice that jungkook’s face had suddenly burned with a blush; the sound of your guffawing only made it worsen.
“n-no – i – it was a compliment!”
“supposed to be,” you grumbled under your breath, settling yourself back against your boyfriend’s chest. he was silent.
after a few more moments of imperturbable silence, gradually broken by a distant howl or a car speeding down the road, jungkook spoke again, his voice barely mounting over the mewling of a cat from across the street, “i’m sorry.”
you angled your head to look up at him. “for what?”
“i was trying to hint that you looked good in my hoodie, but i don’t think i did a very good job.”
you chuckled, facetiously poking his cheek. “that’s okay. i wasn’t even offended – just wanted to mess wi'cha.”
he emitted a breathy chuckle, more out of relief than mirth. the arm draped around your shoulder pulled you closer to his body.
“and i’m sorry, too,” you breathed, “about what i said. i should’ve been considerate that you probably weren’t ready for that.”
jungkook laughed again, softly, another noise where another emotion fought over mirth: nervousness. “yeah…i mean – no – i – er –”
“it’s okay,” you interjected, gingerly. “i mean, we’ve only been dating for about 2 months and we haven’t even kissed yet, so i know that probably isn’t comfortable to consider yet.”
“no – no,” jungkook sat up, in his haste making your head fall from his chest and clash into the mattress. “oh – i’m sorry, i – fuck –”
you watched as jungkook dipped his head in his hands, struggling not to let a bout of laughter burst out of you. you failed and quickly masked it behind a fraudulent cough. he let his fingers slither through his hair, his knees drawing up to his chest, before speaking.
“i’m such a mess.”
“you’re a cute mess,” you murmured softly, resting your head on his shoulder. his lips barely quirked with amusement, before his eyes lowered to his sock-clad feet.
“i don’t want you to think i don’t love you,” he whispered, turning so his eyes bored into yours. the shock on your face gradually mirrored on his and in a swift motion, his hand carpeted his mouth and his eyes clamped shut so tightly, terse wrinkles lit his eyelids. you couldn’t stop the grin that grew on your face.
jeon jungkook loved you.

damn, that felt good. it would be even better the moment you were alone in your room and could whisper it incessantly to yourself.
jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to fucking die and you didn’t how to feel about that. his eyes were wider than saucers and looked almost bloodshot, like he’d just been slapped by the hulk.
“i – i just said i loved you, didn’t i?” he turned to look at you, removing his hand from his mouth, and you fought back a giggle at how cute he looked.
“yes,” you replied, a soft smile playing on your face. “and if it makes you feel better” – you laced his fingers with yours – “i love you too.”
it was like something had passed over his face: one minute he looked utterly horrified and the next he looked like he’d just sought the largest cone of ice cream in the world.
a sudden, tumultuous bout of laughter shook his whole body, making him nearly look like a mad man as he chuckled to himself. “th-that’s great. that’s really damn great.”
you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the heat pouring off him. all of the tension he’d endured had clearly made him anxious and you could only imagine how fast his heart was beating at the moment. he held you close, an easy smile on his face.
“sorry,” you whispered, “i didn’t mean to make that so nerve wracking.”
“no, no, i knew it’d be like that,” he said. “well, not like that, but…you know…”
you nodded, and he seemed relieved and a little impressed at the mutual understanding. “i know, kookie, i know.”
the smile grew on his face.
“do you like me calling you that?” you asked. “kookie? i mean, if you don’t –”
“no, it’s fine,” he said. “perfect.” he gingerly regarded a strand of hair that had fallen onto your forehead and smoothed it back into place, the smile on his mouth becoming of admiration. as his hand fell back in place on his thigh, you took it in yours, wounding your fingers back together, letting your fingertips run along the calloused skin. just as you made to comment on how firm his hands were, one of them was poised on your chin, gently lifting her head up, and next thing you knew your lips were melting into jungkook’s and you were gently kissing him in the darkness. time didn’t seem to exist, you couldn’t recount how long your mouth stayed settled against his, but when you broke apart, it didn’t feel to be enough. jungkook looked almost amazed as he disconnected his lips from yours, as if he’d never felt such a sensation before.
“that was nice.”
you laughed and he couldn’t help but smile. “thanks.” and lifting yourself, you touched your lips to his again, having no other plans than to keep them rooted there for the rest of the night.

anonymous asked:

my birthday is coming up in 4 days and all i want is a second part to the princess y/n story😭 you're such an amazing writer!


read part 1 here

“Sweetheart,” Harry laughs, “you don’t really think I’m just going to let you take it out, now do you?”

When Y/N’s able to stand, alas with much difficulty, he puts the belt back on her.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl for the rest of today,” Harry stays seated in his chair, looking up at Y/N, but it still makes her feel so small, so exposed, “I’ll visit you tonight and take one of the dildos out.”

“W-What?” Y/N asks, in shock, “Harry, there’s a gala tonight. I can’t just have this in me. Someone will know. I can barely walk.”

Harry looks amused.

“Love, you should’ve thought about that before you decided to be naughty.”

or, Y/N’s the Princess of England who is designated to wear a chastity belt to preserve her purity at all times. Yet, her feelings toward her head of security, Harry, are everything but pure.

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Strawberry Village|2|

Originally posted by boyfriendjungkookie

Chapter 2: Don’t You Have Any Fear? 

Pairing: Readerx Jungkook 

Genre: Angst, Gang!au Smut (later) 

Words: 4.6k 

Warnings: Mature language & themes

A/N: Hmm ah hmmm. I keep rewriting this note over and over. I’m trying not to give anything away. Just know more is yet to come ;) Tell me what ya’ll think so far~ 

Summary: Growing up as the daughter of an infamous Mob boss isn’t particularly easy or full of sunshine and skittles. Still, you hold yourself together pretty well and get by without too many issues. That is until you get kidnapped and dragged away far from the safety of your home, the brutal mobster-filled estate disguised as an orchard. Escaping from your kidnappers isn’t the hard part. That part is almost too easy. No, getting home to your concerned father and your overprotective, and now very worried, “family” is the problem. Luckily, you find your salvation in a kind, though not so innocent, stranger who saves you from the wrath of gunfire. You then “convince” him to help you home, though the road towards Strawberry Village isn’t as smooth as you both hope.

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Royals pt1

Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, maybe some angst? 

Anonymous said: “Could you write a Jimin x reader story where Jimin is royalty?”

Short synopsis: All you want is to protect him, all he wants is freedom. After disguising yourself as a boy to join the royal guard, the prince might be more of a handful than you could have ever imagined.

Disclaimer: This takes place in a land far, far away. You know, like Shrek, but I promise Jimin isn’t going to turn into an ogre. Nothing that happens is remotely historically accurate, because it does not take place in the past. 

You would never forget the first time you saw him. He was standing on a balcony that overlooked the courtyard with his father, the king. Even then, he held his head high, the way a prince should.

It was his eyes that first struck you. The way he looked out at the crowds of people, his people, without fear or hesitation. 

He had just recovered after being at deaths door for over a month, and he still looked slightly ill. His cheeks were hollow and his lips pale, and you thought how miserable he must be standing in the cold winter air after such an ordeal. 

Your family, along with hundreds of others, was there to show your respect. Not even a week ago, there were rumors that he wouldn’t make it through the night. The kingdom had gathered together, hoping for a miracle but expecting to hear the worst.

“Poor boy.” An elderly women said to your mother as the people cheered, the miraculous recovery of the prince a relief to all. “They say it was poison. Which means it must have been someone close, to get past the food tasters and all…”

“Must be such a lonely life.” Your mother had sighed. “Never knowing who to trust, or who’s close because they care and who just wants your power.”

You felt a pang of sympathy for the young prince as the two spoke. It sounded like a lonely life indeed. 

“I heard they’re investigating the royal guard. Such a shame when even the people who are supposed to protect you may not be loyal.”

“I’ll protect him.” You chimed in. In your mind, everyone deserved to be surrounded by people who would look out for them, and if no one else could be trusted to, you would do it yourself. “I’ll join the royal guard and keep him safe.”

“What a sweet girl.” The elderly women said with a smile, patting your head. “Maybe one day they’ll change the laws and you can.”

You were only vaguely aware of light trickling in through the thinly veiled window when you woke up, your mind still groggy from sleep. It was the same dream you had increasingly often. It was funny, you thought, how a memory from the age of 7 could shape someone’s life as drastically as it had yours. 

it was later than you had meant to get going, but it only took you a few minutes to slip on your boots and comb your hair. You had slept in your clothes the night before, too tired to change after the long ride. All you could do was hope your shirt wasn’t too terribly wrinkled. 

Your sword swung slightly from your hip as you made your way down the inn’s stairs, having no time for breakfast.

“Good luck, boy.” The innkeeper called after you as you made your way toward the door. 

“Thanks. I’ll need it.” You called over your shoulder. 

You still couldn’t believe how close you were to achieving what you had been working towards for years. With any luck, you would pass the final test the next day and become part of the royal guard. You had the skill, you knew you did; as long as no one guessed that you weren’t actually a boy, everything would be fine.

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anonymous asked:

12 with reggie?

oooooOOO BOY

12: Playing Strip Poker + Reggie Mantle

Sometimes, your best friend took absolutely fucking stupid decisions. Decisions that, coincidentally, you still followed him through and through.

“There’s no way you’re not cheating.” your voice breaks the tense silence filling Reggie’s bedroom, your eyes fixated on the cards he’d just put down.

A royal flush.

The low rumble of his chuckle reaches your ears, causing you to meet his gaze - only to find barely contained amusement swimming in the darkness of his irises. The tip of his tongue pokes out to swipe over his lips and you find yourself thinking about the way it would feel on your neck, warmth spreading over your cheeks once you realize the nature of your thoughts.

There was no way this would happen.

You’d been friends since you’d been in diapers.

Reggie grins at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly, trying to not let his eyes trail over your exposed legs too long. You huff, sticking your tongue out in his general direction and letting your fingers curl around the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of yourself and grasping the cards once more.

“It’s your turn again, jackass.” you mutter childishly, heart skipping a beat when you notice the way he’s looking at you. With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he slowly pushes the cards off his mattress, crawling over to you and stopping inches away from your face.

“I want to play another game.” he whispers, nose brushing yours as he speaks. Heat rises up inside of you when his hand goes to rest on your waist, waiting for you to give him your consent.

Which you do.

And with his lips moving against yours, hands exploring your body, you tell yourself that for once, your best friend might have had a good idea.

Just this once.

anonymous asked:

how about pynch where adam constantly steals ronan's clothes for barely existent reasons and has the most transparent excuses for it and everyone can tell they're ronan's clothes because they're too big on adam and fit ronan's punk aesthetic. bonus points if people at uni ask adam about it. love your writing :)

thank you so much! 

first of all, I’m sorry this took a while but after finishing my last prompt I took a little break. second of all, for no reason that I can fathom I was a little flummoxed by this prompt. I had no idea how to write it to the point where I nearly posted this ask with an apology that I couldn’t do it. BUT I persevered and I’ve sort of picked at it to turn into something I felt I could write, so it’s not quite what you asked for but it does involve adam wearing ronan’s clothes and uni. I hope you like it! [read on ao3 if it’s easier]

(also to the other anons whose prompts are still in my askbox, I haven’t forgotten about you I swear, and I thank you for your patience!)

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Between Earth and Hades

Originally posted by driffftttt

Pairing: (Teacher) Erik, (Student) Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Tiny bit of bullying in the beginning

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6-

Nearly old enough to be leaving high school, your mutant abilities have yet to manifest. In a school rebuilt and starting anew, filled with battered mutants, some are very prejudice against humans the way humans are prejudice against them, bagging a relief for their frustrations on you, the most human of them all. Professor Erik Lehnsherr spots the bullying and decided it’s time you found yourself.

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scipunk63  asked:

Prompt 83 (Yes, a date!) for Stan and Ford, where Stan sets Ford up on a blind "date date" and Ford just isn't grasping the concept.

“Yes, a date.”

Stan could barely keep the amused smile off his face as Ford stared at him, wide-eyed and mouth agape.

“You’re joking, right?” Ford said, his voice thin and timid.

“Of course not, Ford,” Stan replied, his grin growing broader at his twin’s increasing disbelief. “Your date has agreed to meet you at 8 tonight at the diner.”

Ford’s gape got wider. “Stan, you can’t just do something like this? Do I even know them?”

“Oh, c’mon,” Stan huffed. “I ain’t that cruel; yes, you know them.”

“Okay, but-“ Ford held up his hand and paused, taking an intake of breath. “-do I actually know them or have I seen them?”

“Jesus Ford, what difference does it make?”

“A lot, actually!”

“Okay, okay.” Stan waved his hands downwards, trying to keep his twin from going into a full-blown panic. He just wanted to rile his brother up, not completely disable him. “I know me sayin’ it ain’t a big deal means very little to you, but do you at least trust me enough to do something solely for your benefit?”

“Not at all, really.”

Stan gave Ford a withering look. “C’mon Ford, we ain’t getting any younger. I’m not sayin’ you gotta fully commit to them; s’just a little fun. Besides, I’ve been talking to a little bird and she says that her matchmaking is flawless.”

“Mabel,” Ford deadpanned. “Mabel helped you set this up.”

Stan put his hands up in mock defense. “I never said anything of the sort.”

Ford grumbled and his shoulders slumped, defeat cloaking his posture. “Look Stan,” Ford waved his hand lamely. “I get what you’re trying to do and I appreciate it, I do, but I’ve never been in this kind of situation before, so to be thrown into one with no warning-“ Ford heaved a sigh. :-do you get where I’m coming from?”

“You’re telling me you’ve never been on a date?” Stan raised his eyes.

Ford glared at his brother. “You’re missing the point.”

“You’ve never been on a date before and you’re losin’ your mind. Sound about right?”

“Yes, but-“

“And you’re concerned that we’ve picked the wrong person for you to spend time with and that you’ll just feel uncomfortable the whole time.”


“I’m not dumb, Sixer and neither are you,” Stanley said, his hard grin softening to become something more of a sympathetic smile. “Ford I promise, absolutely promise, that everything Dipper, Mabel, and I do is for your own good, especially when it comes to stuff like this. We aren’t going to throw you under the bus for our amusement and we aren’t going to embarrass you. We just want you to have a little bit of fun before we head back out to sea-“ Stan paused, wondering if he should say what he was thinking, before just sighing and continuing. “-besides, your date misses you too.”

A flicker of recognition struck behind Ford’s eyes and he relaxed slightly, but his cheeks began to redden.

Stan chuckled, but there was no heat behind it. “Not so much of a blind date anymore, huh?”

“If it is who I think it is then, no. I suppose it isn’t,” Ford conceded before looking at Stan with a trace of uncertainty in his gaze. “And you are…okay with that?”

“Ford,” Stan laughed. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have let it happen. The world’s a different place now, Sixer; you’ll be fine.”

Ford considered Stan’s words for a few long moments, his posture slowly beginning to unwind. After about a minute of silence, Ford smiled sheepishly and rubbed his arm.

“So how does one prepare for a bind-not-so-blind date?”

“Well, you’ve come to the right person!”

“Have I?”

“I dunno. Guess we’ll find out!”

Ford sighed in exasperation, his happiness curling into a smile on his face.

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it was fate

Enchanted Forest AU || or… Princess!Emma meets Deckhand!Killian during what was to be a regular ole lonely walk in the woods.

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They freeze at the sight of the other.

Neither is expecting to run into anyone during their walk in the woods, and yet…

“Hello…” Emma tries, but the boy before her doesn’t answer.

He’s essentially just staring at her and it should probably upset her, but somehow it doesn’t. Emma’s not sure why, but she thinks he’s harmless. He’s half-smiling after all —in the middle of his seeming breathless stupor.

Eventually, her hello does cause a reaction in him —thank God. It’s like her voice breaks some kind of spell he’s fallen under. He shakes his head trying to focus and form words —it is as though he can’t quite believe what his eyes are seeing.

“What are you?” He asks her at last.

What?” Emma’s thrown off. He’s but a boy, his voice somehow low and breathless all the same. She narrows her eyes, confused. “What do you mean what am I? What do you think I am?”

He looks at her stupefied. “Uh,” he mumbles, blinking rapidly “Why, an angel of course,” he says without hesitation and Emma knows (because of her superpower) that this boy actually believes the words he’s said.

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Down the Rabbit Hole (pt. 6)

Previous and Next

Wilford leans against the cell wall. Something crawls in the corner farthest from him, and he’s too afraid to investigate what it could be. Somewhere beyond the sight of the little window in his cell door, another, heavy door swings open on rusted hinges. It swings wide against a wall and the footsteps, the clack of heeled boots, grow closer and closer. Then a pair of eyes appear.

Wilford takes a step back just as the door jumps open, revealing a man dressed in regal black and red attire, a simple silver crown in perfect position on his head. He cranes his neck to the side and smirks at the prisoner. “Hello, Will.”

“Dark.” Wilford tilts his head back. “Still haven’t grown out of your emo phase, I see.”

Dark takes a step into the cell and looks around with barely-hidden amusement. “I hope you’re enjoying your temporary accommodations.”

“I take it you’ve given me the best there is. As a brother of royalty, I expect nothing less.” Wilford gives a sarcastic bow at the hip and cuts his eyes up to where Dark is glaring at him coldly.

Dark folds his hands behind his back and breathes a slow sigh. “Your sense of humor has stayed intact all these years. That’s quite impressive, but we’ll see how long it lasts once you lose your head.”

Wilford winks. “Already lost it.”

Dark smirks. “I’ve missed your idiotic banter, Will. It’s too bad you’ll be going so soon.”

“That’s really quite flattering, Highness.” Wilford sets his jaw and wiggles his fingers at his sides like he’s ready for a fight, but he knows that Dark would never muss his pretty hair, not anymore. “How soon is ‘soon’?”

“Morning,” Dark puts it simply. “Dawn to be precise. If we wait too late in the day, the stench is simply unbearable.” Dark smiles and straightens his clothes a bit, as if they were out of place to begin with. “I’m sure you’ll appreciate not having to await your fate too terribly long.”

Wilford bares his teeth. “Just tell me one thing. When you betrayed us all, did it hurt? Did you feel a thing when you killed the others? Or was it like plucking flowers?”

Dark’s face goes completely impassive, a mask of ice and darkness. “You were smart to get out of my way. I can’t help what I had to do to get where I am.” Dark spreads his arms to either side. “I could’ve given you a place in my palace! A position in my court rather than a corner of this cell! You’re the one who chose this life!”

“The choices you offer always lead back to you, Dark. No matter what I chose,” Wilford is seething, barely containing his burning anger that bleeds red into the sides of his vision, “I would’ve ended up right back here. With you holding your power over my head!” Wilford lunges for Dark, but the black and white figment is ready, calling for his guards to come to his aid.

The Googles swarm Wilford and drag him off of Dark, screaming and ripping at whatever he can get his hands on. They pin him to the wall, and he fights to get loose again. But he’s trapped.

Dark steps forward, straightening his crown and leaning in with a poisonous smile. “Hold on to that righteous fury, Will. It will serve you well in your last moments when you die alone. I’m sure that’ll give you some measure of peace, in the end.” Dark laughs and turns on his heel, stalking out of the cell as his laughter continues to ring through the stone hallway.


Host sucks in a breath as the beast spots them, its ears perking up in interest. Its eyes glow red in the darkness. Amy grabs for Host’s hand once more as the great beast saunters over and sniffs them with a cold, black nose. She holds back a scream as the large dog bares its teeth at her, sharp teeth as big as her head.

“It’s… it’s a dog?” Amy says, more of a question than she intended it to be. She reaches out her hand—of course, what does she have to lose—and pets the dog’s large head. It stares at her for moment before its tail begins wagging. “He-hello, puppy,” Amy says softly, hoping not to spook the beast.

The Host squeaks. “It’s not going to eat us?”

The dog growls at the sound of his voice, but Amy shakes her head and keeps petting the dog’s golden fur. “No, no, don’t worry. He’s a friend. We’re both friends.”

The large dog watches Amy with oddly understanding eyes before she hears a deep voice say, “I’m hungry.”

Amy’s jaw drops. “Did-did the dog just talk?”

“My name is Chocolate,” the deep voice intones. “But you may call me Choco.”

The corners of Amy’s open mouth turn up into a shocked smile as she laughs a little in shock and happy surprise that she is, in fact, not about to be eaten. “Say, Choco, if we promised to feed you, would you help us find my friend and get us out of here?”

Choco seems to consider this for a moment, turning her head away a bit and glancing at the central tower of the castle. “My master would not like it if I helped you to escape. He keeps me hungry so that I will eat any intruders.” The dog looks at Amy again. “But I don’t particularly like the taste of human. Ok, I will help you.”

Amy gives another nervous laugh and turns back to Host. “Now might be a good time to ask, are you a dog person?”

Malevolent Mistletoes

Summary: Dan and Phil hate each other and yet they’re underneath a mistletoe together.

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff (and christmas)

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The surpriser gets surprised

A/N: Oh boy, I spent hours trying to come with something for these two! What the heeeeell. Anyways, there you @ticklyfandoms! Thank you so much for sending it, dear! I really hope you like it!

Summary: Dazai is a cheeky bastard and Atsushi is a sunshine

DaZushi. #1 “Don’t you dare”

Words: 836 (No ‘

Atsushi carefully aligned the papers on his hands, humming happily as he clipped his report, ready to be delivered on time. To say he was proud of himself was an understatement.

The office was empty, except for the young man, everyone was out in a mission. Even Dazai left to do some investigation about this new case and, even though Dazai was only gathering some info, Atsushi couldn’t help it but feel a little worried about him.

He sighed, putting his report inside a folder. The office was awfully quite that’s why Atsushi almost had a heart attack when a cold hand covered his eyes and made slight pressure, pushing his head until it was laying on a shoulder. However, he recognised the warmth spreading from his attacker’s chest.


Don’t you dare”, Atsushi jumped and shivered when he felt Dazai’s breath swirling into his ear.

“W-what?”, he felt a hand cupping his waist and his body grew weak under the touch. A bunch of butterflies fluttering on his chest and stomach.

“Don’t you dare using the ‘san’”, he said and Atsushi was having troubles to keep from flinching away with each brush of Dazai’s lips tickling the shell of his ear.

“S-sorry”, he heard Dazai chuckle.

“What are you up to, Atsushi?”, Atsushi giggled, scrunching up his shoulders, incapable to resist the light tickles on his ear.

“J-juhuhust finishing my report”, he answers, a pink color covering up his cheeks. His eyes still covered and his head pressed against Dazai’s shoulders.

“Report? Did Kunikida-kun said you have to make a report?”, Dazai could barely hold back his amusement as he watched his tiny boyfriend squirm and giggle, flinching away from his whispers.

“D-Dazai-san! Can you- ack! Nohoho!”, Atsushi shrieked, his squirming increasing as Dazai started to squeeze his thin waist, his fingers massaging this soft spot near the side of Atsushi’s belly.

“What did I tell you, Atsushi-Kun?”

“Dazai! Dazai! I meheheant Dazahahai!”, Atsushi giggled, one of his hands pushing at the hand tickling him and the other pushing at the hand covering his eyes.

“You meant Dazai?”, he asked, pressing his hand on Atsushi’s tummy, pulling him closer to him. “You used the ‘san’, tho”, Atsushi’s laughter got higher in pitch when Dazai clawed his hand over his belly, vibrating his fingers in the way he knows drives Atsushi up the wall.

“I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry!”, Atsushi squeaked, his laughter sounding childish enough to make Dazai’s heart melt. “Plehehease! No more!”, more squeaks and shrieks left Atsushi’s mouth as Dazai crawled his wiggly fingers down towards his lover’s hips.

Atsushi bucked, throwing his head back against Dazai’s collarbone as both hands flew to grab at the offending hand squeezing at his hipbone.

“No! Nahahat thehehere!”, his hysterical laughter soon had Dazai laughing aswell.

“Not here? Why? are you the most ticklish here?”, he asks, drilling his thumb into the sensitive bone and Atsushi nods, arching his back and wiggling his hips around. “Yeah? From 0 to 10 how ticklish are you here, Atsushi?”

“20!”, he gasos. “Plehehease Osamu!

Woah!”, Atsushi shrieks when Dazai finally lets go of him completely, Atsushi’s shaky legs are barely able to hold him up as he kept giggling out of residual tingling sensations. “Osamu?

Atsushi froze in place. His residual giggles stopping as soon as he heard the voice behind him. Turning around, he saw all the agency looking amusingly at him. Dazai with his back towards him.

“Atsushi has the cutest giggle!”, Naomi said, clingling onto his brother’s arm.

“Now, Atsushi”, Kunikida started “I hope you’ve finished your report, seeing that you have the time to laugh and play around like a little girl”, Atsushi was sure his face will explode in any second.

“I think this is the first time I hear someone calling Dazai by his name”, Agh! even the boss was here! This is probably a good time to commite a double suicide with Dazai. Dazai!

He turns his head over to look at Dazai and he finds him with his back still facing him, one of his hands, however, was covering up his mouth. Atsushi was speechless. Was… Dazai Osamu… blushing?

“I don’t think Dazai was expecting being called by his name either, right Dazai?”, Yosano said, snickering as Dazai turned around. His face covered in a very bright scarlet color. He threw his hands up, trying to act all cool about the situation.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting it, in fact”, he said, scratching the back of his neck. “But I told you Atsushi has the cutest laughter ever”.

“What?!”, Atsushi squeaked out.

“Okay okay, everyone go to your respective workspaces. We don’t have anything to look here anymore. Thank you for coming, boss”, everyone left to keep on doing their work, Atsushi’s face was still red and his report wad still laying patiently on his desk.

“You surprised me”, Dazai said, lending a kiss on Atsushi’s forehead.

“I have to say the same, Osamu”, Dazai blushed bright red and Kunikida yelled at him when Atsushi’s laughter filled the office again.

That report will have to wait for a bit more.

The Woes of Having Neighbors Part 5

Rowan sighed, utterly content with his life.  He’d just gotten a raise at work, his apartment was finally clean after what felt like weeks of procrastination, and his date with Aelin was going fabulously.  It was late, and they’d gone out for dinner earlier to celebrate Rowan’s raise, and now sat on his couch watching a movie.  Aelin was tucked beneath his arm, she snugged up against his side and warmed him in the most pleasant of ways.  Her head was within easy kissing distance of his lips, which he took advantage of every few minutes.  He’d sneak a kiss to the crown of her head after she laughed, or commented on the movie and would take in a deep breath, relishing in her aroma of jasmine and lavender. He could’ve stayed that way forever, with Aelin huddled up close, a blanket covering the both of them, and a fan favorite movie playing on the screen before them.  Rowan felt like he’d found paradise.

And then the knocking began.

At first, it was just a single knock on his door, and the two love birds ignored it easily enough, thinking it was just a passing neighbor bumping into the door.  Then, after just a brief thirty seconds–just long enough for Rowan to assume he was safe from the outside world–the knocking began again.  It came harder this time, more purposeful.  Three hard, loud knocks, then a slight pause before another round of three knocks were heard against his door.  “Rowan!”  A familiar, if not slightly muffled voice called from the hallway.  “Rowan, we know you’re in there your anti-social fuck–let us in!”  

Rowan winced and Aelin snorted, tilting her head back to look at him, “Friends of yours?”   

“You could say that,” he replied evasively.  Pulling his arm back from around Aelin’s shoulder’s Rowan mentally prepared himself to shoo away his friends so he could continue his date.  Before he could even stand up, though, he heard the soft click of his lock turning over and with a sinking dread, Rowan remembered he’d given Gavriel a spare key.  “Shit,” he hissed, but it was too late.  The door had opened.

The first through the threshold was Fenrys, the owner of the voice that spoke through the door earlier.  His long, golden hair was pulled back in a bun and his brown skin seemed to shimmer in the dull apartment lighting, telling Rowan he’d been out at some club earlier that night.  Right behind him was his twin brother, Connall, who was his mirror in looks, but his opposite in personality.  Where Fenrys was all boisterous snark and charisma, Connall was soft spoken cleverness and intelligence.  Vaughan was right behind them, all height and gangly limbs, with short dark hair and the nose of a blood hound–he made his way straight to the kitchen to find Rowan and Aelin’s leftovers.  Last through the door was Gavriel, his golden blond hair catching the light just enough to make it look as if his hair was gilded.  He was Rowan’s oldest and closest friend, and the first to realize they’d just interrupted something intimate.  

“Ooh, dessert!”  Vaughan’s voice cheered from the kitchen as well as the sound of tin foil being torn.  Rowan sighed and rolled his eyes.  Aelin hadn’t said anything yet, but sat propped up on her knees watching the men strut about the apartment with amusement.  She bit down on her bottom lip to keep the giggles from leaking out.  

“Whatchya watching?”  Fenrys slid onto the couch’s arm and grabbed the remote from the coffee table before him.  He didn’t even cast a glance towards Rowan as he did so, which was why he still hadn’t realized Rowan had company.  Connall, on the other hand, had.  But he merely observed from the other side of the couch, his head tilted in a way that was all too lupine.  “Why’re you watching a RomCom?”  Fenrys grimaced and immediately changed the channel.

“Ah, Rowan,” Gavriel spoke slowly, carefully.  As one would to a wild animal.  “Are we … interrupting something?” 

Fenrys snorted, “What could we be–”

“Fenrys,” Connall easily grabbed his twin’s attention and nodded his head towards Aelin.  

“Hey, what’s up with all the good foo–holy shit are you on a date?”  Vaughan stopped dead in his tracks as he returned from the kitchen and caught sight of Aelin next to Rowan on the couch.  

“A what?”  Fenrys yipped, abruptly standing from his seat on the couch’s arm and staring down at Aelin as if she’d just materialized.  Brow furrowing, Fenrys hummed and stepped in front of the only woman in the room and poked her shoulder.  “Well I’ll be damned, she’s real!”

“No shit,” Aelin rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched in barely contained amusement.  She didn’t hate them, which Rowan supposed was a good thing.

Breathing through his nose, Rowan asked through a clenched jaw, “Was there a reason you all came here?  Uninvited?” 

“There was, actually,” Gavriel said, attempting to diffuse the situation.  “Lorcan’s coming into town tonight.”  Rowan’s head snapped to attention, his green eyes seeking out Gavriel’s tawny ones.  Aelin’s eyes flickered to him, noticing the change but not saying anything.  “His flight lands in a few hours.  We thought we’d go and pick him up.  Obviously we had no idea that you were on a date.”

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G,”  Fenrys sang, his voice off key but he didn’t care.  Connall rolled his eyes at his brother, but didn’t even try to reprimand him for his childish behavior.  So long as Rowan didn’t rise to his bait, Connall found no need to get involved.  

Aelin’s brows raised, but a puff of laughter escaped her lips.  “That was the idea.”  Then, turning to Rowan, she asked, “Who’s Lorcan?”

“Just another one of my friends,” he answered simply.  Aelin hummed and quirked a brow, not quite believing him.  They stared at each other for a few moments, quietly having a conversation with only their eyebrows.  

“More like our fearless leader,” Vaughan elaborated from his place behind them, pulling Aelin’s attention away from Rowan.  “We haven’t seen him in years,” under his breath, he added,  “thanks to Maeve.”

Thankfully Aelin didn’t ask who Maeve was as Rowan really didn’t want to open that can of worms so early in their relationship.  “That’ll be fun,” she said, turning to face Rowan.  Her eyes were so bright and blue and earnest and dammit he wanted to kiss her senseless just then.  “How long will you all be in town together?”

“About a week, maybe more,” Gavriel answered easily.  Looking at his watch, he added, “We should get going if we want to make it to the airport on time.  Rowan, I’ll call you later–we’ll get together tomorrow?”

“What?”  Fenrys and Aelin asked simultaneously, though Fenrys’s tone was a tad whinier.  “You’re not going?”  They asked, staring at Rowan.  Their synchronized questioning was rather disturbing and caught the white haired male so off guard he couldn’t answer quickly enough.  

Gavriel blinked, then his gaze darted between Aelin and Rowan several times before he swooped in to the rescue.  “I, well, I assumed Rowan would want to finish his date with you, ah–” Gavriel caught himself and blushed, realized he hadn’t introduced himself and hadn’t gotten Aelin’s name.  “I’m sorry,” he reached out his hand for her to take.  “I’m Gavriel.”

“Aelin,” She nodded and shook his hand.

“Fenrys,” the blond male on Aelin’s other side waved, “And that’s Connall.”  Connall nodded his head in greeting.  “And the glutton eating your food is Vaughan,” Fenrys added dryly, watching the dark haired male continue eating food straight from the tin foil packaging.  Vaughan merely shrugged and grunted.  Rowan sighed and leaned his head back against the couch.  

“It’s nice to meet you, Aelin,” Gavriel said, bringing the attention back to the matter at hand and away from the distraction that was Fenrys.  “But, as I was saying, we didn’t realize Rowan was on a date, so we’ll just meet up with him tomorrow and–”

“What?  No!  We were almost finished with the movie, anyway.  Right Rowan?”  She looked at him and he slowly nodded.  “Don’t reschedule on my account.”  Softly, just for Rowan–although the others could probably hear her good and well–she added, “Go see your friend.”  You miss him, I can tell, her eyes said.  I’ll be here when you get back.    

He nodded.  Thank you, his eyes responded. I owe you one for this, he smirked. 

Quirking a brow, she grinned in return, I know, her skin around her eyes crinkled with mirth, and I intend to collect.  “You’re here a week, right?”  She asked Gaviel. He nodded slowly, his expression one of confusion after having just watched their silent conversation.  “Have any plans on Saturday?”

Rowan knew where this was going.  He knew where it was going and he had to stop it.  To nip it in the bud before–” No,” Gavriel answered honestly, not aware of the danger.

“Great!” Aelin clapped her hands once, “I’m having a few friends over to my apartment that way.  You should all come!”  

“Party?”  Fenrys asked, and Aelin nodded.  “Hell yeah, we’re coming!”

“Thank you, Aelin, that’s very kind of you,” Gavriel officially accepted the invitation, not noticing or just ignoring Rowan’s twitching eye and faint grimace.  Attending Aelin’s parties were one thing, but attending her party with his cadre?  The white haired male barely suppressed a groan.  He didn’t know it he’d survive the experience.  Add Lorcan into the mix?  Rowan shuddered.

He was in for a long week.               

Out of the Egg. (Jungkook x Reader) Part 3

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.” – Demian by Hermann Hesse

Jungkook x Reader; (with the rest of the BTS members here and there)

Fluff, Suspense, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare

*Semi-smut for this part*

War/ Rebellion Au

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

A/N: Hello ~ sorry for the long wait :) I hope everyone is having a wonderful first few days of the new year !!

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

           "I can’t believe you told her that my opinion was invalid, hyung!“ Jungkook hissed as he and Namjoon walked towards the training grounds.

           "She is old enough to make her own choice, Jungkook. Way older than you were when you did the same exact thing to your brother.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow sternly.

           Jungkook sighed. “But this is different! I’m built, athletic! She can’t even hurt a fly.”

           "You’d be surprised.“ Namjoon chuckled. "Just give people a bit of guidance and watch them blossom.”

           Jungkook pursed his lips. “I don’t want her to blossom in the battlefield!”

           "That isn’t your call, Jungkook. Besides, think back on what your argument was on why you wanted to fight alongside your brother.“

           Jungkook hesitated.

           "Her reasoning sounds very familiar to yours huh?” Namjoon smirked.

           Jungkook groaned, “You’re not helping!”

           "And you’re being biased.“ Namjoon pointed. "She has all her limbs. She’s healthy, energetic, and willing to fight. That makes her a perfect candidate for our ranks. You’re a leader Jungkook– first and foremost.”

           "Okay, fine. But I’m helping to oversee training. If she’s getting trained, I want her to be trained with my supervision.“

           Namjoon chuckled.

           "What?” Jungkook furrowed his brow.

           "You sure you aren’t just jealous because she is the ONLY girl in her unit?“

           "Am not, hyung!”

           "Sure.“ Namjoon sang lightly as Jungkook huffed.

           You swallowed nervously as you stepped onto the training grounds. You had practically spent most of your two days at the Underground City with Namjoon and Jungkook, so you hadn’t had time to make any new acquaintances. As you feared, everyone on the field had already grouped themselves, so you wandered, praying someone would be nice enough to allow you to merge into their group.

           "Psst.” You heard a sound coming from your right, where you spotted a brightly grinning man, probably around your age, beckoning you over to sit beside him on the ground.

           Looking around at your options, you figured he was your best bet at not looking like a loner on your first day of training. So you trudged towards him shyly.

           "Sandwich?“ the man offered lightly.

           "Um…no. I’m good. Just ate.” You hesitantly answered.

           "Oh right. I’m sorry.“ he laughed and wiped his hands on his pants. "I’m Kim Taehyung, Survivor too. I’ve been here two months already, but didn’t make my decision to join the army until yesterday.”

           You smiled and shook his hand, glad you weren’t the lone novice.

           "Y/N, a fresh Survivor, but I guess you knew that already.“

           "Oh yeah. Don’t think I’m creepy. There’s a list of Survivors posted that gets updated every time a new one arrives.”

           "There is?“

           "Yeah. Haven’t you explored the city yet?”

           "Uh…“ You hummed, ashamed that you practically spent the few days glued to who you were comfortable with, like a child afraid to leave his mother’s side.

           "Well you’ve only been here a few days.” Taehyung answered his own question. “Of course you wouldn’t go hopping around right away. That’s just me. I’m quite adventurous.”

           You smiled as you sat beside him comfortably. “So have you not met anyone else that’s training either?”

           "Oh, no. I have a couple of other people I know, but they’ve already been training for a month or two now, so they’re over there.“ Taehyung pointed at a group of three boys chatting on the other side of the ground. "We have to go through the basics course first before we can join them. I heard it was pretty intense. The taller boy made me this sandwich and I don’t quite like eating with shoes and standing so I found this spot to sit.”

           Your eyes finally drifted down to his bare feet, amused. Taehyung surely was an interesting guy.

           "Well I’m glad I won’t have to struggle alone, Taehyung.“ You took your shoes off too and stretched your legs out.

           He grinned widely at you, "Tae.”


           "Just call me Tae. My mother used to call me that when she was furious at me and it still gives me the chills.” he shivered.

           "Oh, I’m sorry.“ You frowned, picking up on the hint of sadness mixed into his humor.

           "You’re nice, Y/N.” Tae smiled brightly. “Don’t be sorry. There’s a lot to be thankful for.”

           You nodded in agreement.

           "After training, you want to come explore the city with me?“ he beamed.

           Before you could answer, a stern voice bellowed, making your body obey before your mind registered the command.

           "Everyone, ATTENTION!”

           Your body jolted up from the ground and stood up straight. Tae stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and followed.

           "FORM RANKS.“ the rough voice commanded and everyone hurriedly ran to create lines, as if their feet were on fire.

           You and Tae slipped into the very back of the block after jumping into your shoes, knowing you two were the lowest ranks. And once you were there, you curiously tiptoed to catch a glimpse, through the line of shoulders, of the person with the demanding voice. You caught sight of his fiery eyes and jet black hair, but he soon disappeared in front of the taller soldiers.

           "So we have two new recruits today from what I heard. Where are they?”

           "Here! ~“ Tae waved his hand lightly.

           Everyone began murmuring and giggling at his clearly inappropriate response.

           "What…did you say?”

           The jet black hair swiftly made his way to Tae. Although he was shorter, his aura was rather intimidating.

           "Um…here?“ Tae softened, not quite sure why his response was incorrect.

           You bit your lip and clicked your heels together to draw attention away from your new friend.   "Here, sir!”

           Your eyes darted forward and you stood up straight. You had watched enough war movies and observed enough Oppressor soldiers to pick up on what was considered courteous amongst the ranks. The black-haired man scoffed at Tae, who averted his eyes nervously.

           "Your fellow novice saved you for today. See to it you never forget your rank. If you want to address me informally, then feel free to climb up quickly.“

           Tae swallowed and nodded. "Yes, sir.”

           "Good.“ the man smirked. "The name’s Lieutenant Min Yoongi – Drill Sergeant for all of you new maggots.”

           Your eyes widened as you recalled his name from Jungkook’s story.

           "And I’m in charge of training you noobs.“ he circled around the two of them. "But seeing as how scrawny you two are, you both have your work cut out for you. I’m breeding soldiers for war here, not prissy princesses and princes, you hear me?”

           "Yes sir!“ You and Tae replied.

           "You are going to get dirty, messy, so don’t expect pampering and babying. You won’t find any here nor will you receive any sympathy from me. You are going to leak blood, sweat, and tears under my intense training regime. You two are latecomers to this unit so if you want to be battle ready as soon as possible, you need to put in the work for it. For the next few weeks, you will do nothing but eat, breathe, sleep, and THINK about your training. I will not send you out into the battlefield unless I am sure that you are capable and fit for war.”

           Yoongi stepped closer to you threateningly, “If I don’t see you fit, you will be left behind without warning, and you’ll spend the rest of your days baking cookies here.”

           You gulped and nodded.

           "Come now, Yoongi hyung. That’s a bit sexist don’t you think?“ a familiar voice echoed around the field.

           Your heart fluttered.

           "I mean, Taehyung might like baking cookies too.” Jungkook grinned as he appeared beside you. “Why’re you only addressing Y/N?”

           "I d-do. I do like baking cookies.“ Tae whispered. ”…sir.“

           Everybody giggled.

           Yoongi glared at Jungkook. "What a pleasure to see you here, Leader.”

           "Well I’m glad you feel that way because I’ll be helping you out, just like old times.“ Jungkook playfully nudged Yoongi, who hardly look thrilled.

           "I’m quite ecstatic.” Yoongi stated sarcastically, who turned on his heels to move forward to the front of the ranks.

           Jungkook winked at you cheekily and followed Yoongi. You smiled gently and you saw Tae visibly relax beside you too.

           "He’s scary…“ he commented.


           A soldier in front of you two turned and scolded him.

           "Kim Seokjin!“ Yoongi yelled.

           "Yes, sir!”

           "Wanting to take a good peek at a girl? Or is it Tae you’re trying to catch a glimpse of?“ Yoongi sneered as the others chuckled.

           Jin turned red and shook his head. "I was merely telling them to be quiet…sir.”

           "Even though they’re behind you, you’re all still novices without ranks. You have no right or authority to order them around. Bear with the distractions and pay attention.“

           "Yes sir.” Jin hung his head, embarrassed.

           "Sorry hyung.“ Tae mumbled apologetically.

           "Let’s warm up with 10 laps around the field!” Yoongi bellowed.

           You and Tae glanced at each other in horror while everyone yelled, “Yes, sir!”

           "You too newbies. Let’s go. If you can’t even survive 10 laps, you’ll never get in and out of a battlefield. Go, go, go!“ He screamed violently into your faces and your feet pushed forward.

           Jungkook watched you struggling, amused. "Come on Y/N. Is that all you got?”

           You glared at him as you passed, but you stuck close to Taehyung, who was a bit worse off than you since he had just eaten.

           "Oh gosh. I’m getting a cramp.“ he groaned as he clutched his side.

           "You think a CRAMP will stop them from shooting and chasing after your LIFE?” Yoongi appeared beside you two, still yelling. “I don’t care how long you two take. I need you to finish 10 laps!”

           With that, he ran further ahead to scream at other soldiers. You glanced at Tae worriedly.

           "Does it hurt a lot?“

           "Yeah…” he whined. “Oh man…not a good first day, huh?”

           You bit your lip, thinking. “What if I carry you?”


           "Well we’d still be getting away from the enemies right? And I’m sure people carrying their wounded comrades while trying to escape. He can’t complain about it?”

           "But won’t that slow you down?“ Tae stared at you worriedly.

           You smiled. "You can carry me when that happens.”

           Tae grinned. “Then I’ll take you up on that offer.”

           You bent down and let him climb on your back. He was much taller than you so his legs threatened to touch the ground as you straightened up. But you jogged forward nonetheless, keeping an eye on your quite verbal Lieutenant Drill Sergeant.

           Jungkook pursed his lips disapprovingly as he saw Kim Taehyung wrap his arms around your neck. His feet scurried to catch up to you two curiously.

           "What do you think you’re doing?“

           You flinched, terrified that it was Yoongi that had crept beside you.

           You exhaled as you registered his voice. "Jungkook, you scared me geez.”

           Jungkook laughed, “I’m still in charge of training. The fact you’re flinching means you’re guilty of breaking the rules.”

           "There were no rules.“ You huffed as you kept going at a slow pace. "He just said to run 10 laps.”

           Tae glanced between you and Jungkook, surprised you two were talking so casually.

           "But Taehyung technically ISN’T running 10 laps. You are.“

           "Jungkook, this isn’t the time. If you aren’t going to help, just stay on the sidelines and make fun of me silently!” You snapped.

           It was already taking a toll on you, considering you hadn’t been all too active the past few years. Now you were carrying a grown man on your back first thing in the morning while jogging laps and arguing with your best friend was using up the remnants of your energy.

           Jungkook chuckled. He always enjoyed pushing your buttons.

           "Then I guess I’ll have to help.“ He cut in front of you, running backwards smugly. "Shall I carry both of you?”

           You smacked his chest. “Stop being a show-off.”

           Jungkook grinned and tilted his head to catch Tae’s eyes. “I’ll just carry Taehyung then. Will that be okay?”

           Taehyung nodded shyly. Jungkook turned and bent down.

           "Hop on then.“

           "Um…is this okay, Leader?” Tae blushed as he stepped off of you and hesitantly stood behind Jungkook.

           "Why wouldn’t it?“ Jungkook blinked up at him.

           "Well you’re the Head and all…” he fiddled with his feet.

           "We’re all comrades on the battlefield, regardless of rank.“ Jungkook smiled. "Hop on.”

           You patted Tae’s back and nodded encouragingly. “He won’t bite. And if he does, I’ll avenge you myself.”

           "Oh?“ Jungkook smirked. "You’ll bite me?”

           You blushed and ran ahead to avoid being pulled into his playful banter. Tae slipped onto Jungkook’s back and your best friend caught up with you easily, despite the extra weight. You huffed as he grinned at you arrogantly. You could feel him mocking your slow pace without words.

           "Go away.“ You pouted.

           "I didn’t say anything.” he sang.

           "I know what you’re thinking.“

           "Oh? That’s quite dangerous.” Jungkook chuckled. “Can you read every guy’s mind? Or just mine?”

           You side-eyed him, but didn’t bother replying.

           "How’s your cramp, Taehyung?“ he questioned.

           "Y-you can just call me Tae…” Tae blushed.

           "How’s your cramp, Tae?“ Jungkook fixed.

           "It’s slowly getting better.”

           "Hopefully not too slowly.“ Jungkook laughed.


           "Y/N, TAEHYUNG!“

           You both jumped as you heard a vicious growl coming up behind you two.

           "Cause we’ve been caught.” Jungkook giggled as he slowed down to a halt.

           Tae hurriedly scrambled off of him and stepped behind you.

           "What do you think you two rascals are doing? It’s your first day and you’re making the Leader CARRY you? Have you no shame?“ Yoongi scolded.

           Tae looked down guiltily.

           "I carried him first but the Leader offered his help kindly.” You stepped forward.

           "Tsk.“ Yoongi clicked his tongue. "This is why women shouldn’t be soldiers.”

           "Excuse me?“

           "Leader, I’m going to ask you to kindly refrain from participating WITH the soldiers. They won’t learn that they don’t belong here if you keep babying them.” Yoongi glared at you maliciously.

           "What is your problem, Lieutenant?“

           Since he was around your height, you puffed out your chest defiantly.

           "You have an issue because I’m female?”

           "Yes.“ he stated curtly as his eyes bore into yours dangerously. "You don’t belong in the battlefield. Either of you. You think 10 laps is hard, Y/N? Then you’re going to have an EXTREMELY hard time with the rest of the training.”

           You inhaled, ready to argue, but Jungkook stepped between you two.

           "Now, now Lieutenant. I came of my own accord to help them and didn’t tell them to act otherwise, so the blame falls on me.“

           Yoongi’s eye twitched, knowing that he couldn’t exactly scold Jungkook. Jungkook subtly gestured for you and Taehyung to move along. You smiled slightly and grabbed Tae’s arm to drag him ahead.

           "Hey!” Yoongi called out.

           Jungkook closed the distance between him and Yoongi, whispering threateningly.

           "I’m going to ask you to kindly refrain from bullying her.“

           Yoongi smirked, "Or else what?”

           Jungkook stepped back and smugly grinned. “I’m afraid she’ll embarrass you Lieutenant.”

           Yoongi scoffed.

           Jungkook shrugged, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

           The rest of your first training day was spent learning and doing strengthening and endurance exercises. The Lieutenant continued to make degrading comments towards you and you tried hard to turn your anger into the fuel you needed to continue the exercises. You were going to show Min Yoongi that he wasn’t going to get to you. But your body was shaking and in throbbing pain, which hindered your strong mentality and resolve. You watched Yoongi smirk proudly as you fell to the ground, exhausted, while Tae knelt beside you worriedly.

           "See? You don’t belong here.“ Yoongi chuckled. "That’s all for today, you two.”

           You huffed as Tae helped you sit up. You caught Jungkook, who was training the rest of the unit, glancing your way. He mouthed if you were okay and you nodded with a lame smile.

           "Can you move?“ Tae questioned.

           "Yeah.” You exhaled and with his help, you got up. Your legs were extremely wobbly and your muscles shook involuntarily. Your body was in shock from the sudden burst of activity.

           "Let’s go take showers and get to lunch.“ Tae chuckled.

           You panted as you looked down at your dirt-ridden clothes and skin. You were soaked with sweat. You probably looked like a hot mess, but you hadn’t felt so fired up and alive in years.

           You grinned, "Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

           You showered to relax your body. You apologized silently to Jungkook as you placed one of his wooden chairs into the shower, because there was no way you could stay standing any longer. While you were alone, you replayed all of the exercises you just learned, and thought about what you needed to do to prove Yoongi wrong. You occupied yourself with those thoughts to avoid the temptation of curling into bed and just passing out for the rest of the day.

           Forcefully, you stepped out of the comfort of Jungkook’s room and willed yourself to head to the cafeteria. You grabbed your meal and worriedly glanced around for your new friend. As if he heard your plea for help, you spotted him jumping up and down in one of the nearby tables.

           "Y/N!“ Tae waved happily. "Come sit with us!”

           You grinned and hurried over, relieved. Namjoon and Jungkook weren’t going to eat until later, so you really didn’t want to sit alone.

           You sat beside Tae and recognized the people he was with as the other soldiers he had pointed to earlier. The man in front of you was the one that had shushed Tae and gotten in trouble instead.

           "I’m Jin.“ he smiled. "Sorry about Tae earlier.”

           "Hey!“ Tae argued.

           You giggled and shook his hand. "Y/N.”

           "I’m Jimin.“ The handsome man beside you smiled disarmingly, his eyes turning into cute crescents.

           "Nice to meet you, Jimin.”

           "Oh? Looks like we have a new pretty friend.“ Another man set his tray down beside Jin and grinned widely.

           "That’s Hoseok. He likes to be called Hobi.” Tae introduced.

           "Y/N.“ You extended your hand out and he happily shook it as he sat down in front of you.

           "So you’re pretty close with the Head honcho, huh?” Hobi questioned.

           "Uh…yeah. We go way back.“ You smiled.

           "As in just friends or…?”

           "Just friends.“ You blushed.

           Tae nudged you playfully. "I’m not so sure. It’s not every day the Leader decides to join us for training and now he’s helping soldiers out on the field? And smiling, nonetheless?”

           "He’s just always looked out for me is all.“ You chuckled. "That’s just how he is.”

           "I don’t know…things were getting pretty cozy from where I was standing.“ Tae teased. "And I was standing pretty close.”

           You blushed and nudged him back.

           "I was surprised too when I saw that on the track. The Leader’s friendly, but he’s not too good with getting close to people.“ Hoseok shook his head.

           "He’s just a bit shy.” You laughed.

           "Well Mr. Shy is consistently getting a lot of attention from the ladies.“ Jimin pointed out. "You better watch out, Y/N.”

           You turned red. “It’s not like that…”

           "Oh?“ Jimin grinned. "Then that doesn’t bother you?”

           You glanced towards the direction Jimin was pointing and found Jungkook being swarmed by giggling females.

           "This happens whenever you and Namjoon aren’t around him.“ Tae chewed.

           "But mostly, your recent presence set their love ablaze. You can sense their determination from here.” Hoseok dramatically stated.

           "Determination for what?“ You blinked.

           "To sleep with him, of course.” Tae nonchalantly blurted, and you began coughing violently.


           Jimin laughed as he handed you a napkin. "Guess you really haven’t heard much about how society works here, huh?”

           "No…not really…“ You composed yourself.

           "Well they basically want to bear his child.” Tae shrugged.

           Your eyes remained wide at the notion.

           "Why? They don’t even know him…?“

           "Well they know he’s the Leader.” Hoseok counted with his fingers. “He’s quite attractive, built, smart, and extremely healthy. He’s quite the catch if you ask me.”

           "I’d bear his child.“ Jimin giggled.

           "Me too.” Tae grinned.

           You glanced back at the scene and felt a slight compression in your chest at the thought of Jungkook sleeping with one of those girls.

           "Women are practically encouraged to sleep with others in order to produce children to increase our population. That’s why you’re the only female that decided to join the ranks and why Yoongi’s probably going to really give you a hard time, if he hasn’t already.“ Jin explained. "They discourage women from being soldiers. Most drop out because the training is too demanding and they feel devalued.”

           You clenched your fist defiantly. “Well, I’ll prove them wrong. We can be just as skilled as men.”

           "Well, we’re all rooting for you.“ Hoseok smiled. "One of the Founders of the Changers and this city was a woman. It feels only right that a woman would help take the Oppressors down too.”

           "Oh great Leader, please let us bear your sons and daughters! Let us continue your line!“

           All five of you fell silent as you heard the women’s needy pleas around Jungkook.

           "Um…not that I’m jealous or anything…” you hesitated as you scratched your cheek.

           "Yes?“ Jimin smirked.

           "Has he um…ever…you know…agreed?” You averted your gaze shyly.

           "Watch.“ Jin chuckled and pointed.

           "No, sorry.” Jungkook laughed nervously, tucked his head down, and darted through the crowd at lightning speed.

           The boys at your table cracked up while you blinked, astonished.

           "Did he just…make a run for it?“

           "Yes! It’s hysterical every time!” Jin giggled. “To think the Leader bent on rebuilding a New World runs like a terrified deer away from women practically throwing themselves at him –it’s gold!”

           You smiled gently.

           Jungkook had always been shier around girls, but he always found comfort beside you. You suddenly frowned, realizing that that meant he probably didn’t see you as anybody attractive. But you pushed the thought aside and focused on getting to know your new friends. They were all bright and easy to get along with. They informed you about how a lot of the Underground City worked. You learned that there were many different groups that made the city work like a well-oiled machine.

           You found that Namjoon was part of the Scholars and as introduced, he was widely known as Jungkook’s right hand man.

           "The Scholars are the brains of the Underground City. They helped devised battle plans, living plans, and security plans. They conduct frequent research for new weapons and machinery as well. And they all reside in Headquarters where there’s top notch security. They’re one of the most respected and revered groups in the city, because without their expertise and knowledge, nothing would have flourished as greatly as it did.“ Jimin explained.

           Working alongside the Scholars were the Creators, who were comprised of everyone who had skills to create everyday items and necessities. They were subdivided into Architects, who built the houses and rooms for Survivors, Textiles, who created clothes, blankets, towels, shoes etc., Wood & Metal workers, who built tables, utensils, jewelry, and any smaller items they could fashion, and the Chefs, who were in charge of baking, cooking, and making the rations taste edible.

           You found that Jin’s father was one of the Chefs, and Hoseok’s mother and sister were amongst the Textiles who helped create women’s shoes and clothes.

           "You should definitely visit my house one day. They probably would love to dress you up.” Hoseok grinned.

           You smiled. “I’d like that.”

           Then you learned that Jimin’s father helped out the Farmers, who worked with the Chefs and Scholars, to grow and produce the city’s own supply of food.

           "My dad used to be a Farmer too.“ Tae grinned as he swung his feet.

           You frowned.

           "But of course, crops weren’t growing super well at the time, so he went with some soldiers above to steal food and he was killed in action.” Tae smiled. “He always told me to be a soldier so I’d have a chance of defending myself. It took me awhile to decide, but eventually I listened to him. So here I am!”

           "I’m sorry Tae…“

           He chuckled and shook his head. "There’s not one person here that hasn’t lost someone. Don’t be sorry.”  

           "So the rest of the people that don’t work are?“ You questioned.

           "Well, there are a few smaller groups.” Jin explained. “Most women of birthing age and without another skill join the Hatchers.”

           Tae giggled. “The name always cracks me up.”

           "They basically get pregnant for a living.“ Jin continued.

           "Were those girls…Hatchers?” You turned to the table where the girls who had flung themselves onto Jungkook earlier were sitting.

           "Well, they’re a crazed sect of the Hatchers, but yes.“ Hoseok chuckled.

           "Crazed sect?”

           "Well most Hatchers, if single or widowed, don’t have much of a choice as to who their donor will be. Many of the guys are volunteers who have to pass a series of tests to be eligible. Once they pass, the guy chooses which of the females they find most attractive and well they go at it, until the Hatcher conceives.“ Hoseok explained. "But that specific group of girls formed a sect because they deemed themselves as the ‘chosen ones’ to procreate with the Leader.”

           Your face contorted. “So…he’s a bit more than popular?”

           "People actually revere him.“ Jimin whispered. "He saved a lot of the Survivors here and out of all the Leaders that reigned, he won the most battles and conquests, and survived the longest. He’s amazing. Everyone thinks of him as a celebrity.”

           "Wow…“ You exhaled, stunned that your best friend had garnered so many accomplishments to his name.

           "That’s why I was so shocked when you talked so candidly to him earlier.” Tae smiled meekly.

           "I really didn’t know. That’s crazy.“

           "Anyway, so after the Hatchers, there’s the class of Workers who basically help keep the city clean and educated. The first sub-group is the Cleaners. You’ve probably seen some of them sweeping the hallway in front of your room and taking out the garbage after meal times.” Jimin stated. “The second sub-group are Teachers, who teach the younger kids about the history of the current world we live in and the different classes.”

           "School, huh?“ You hummed.

           "Then the COOLEST class ever – the PEACEKEEPERS!” Tae cheered.

           "Peacekeepers?“ You glanced at him amused.

           "We belong to the Peacekeeper class.” Hoseok grinned. “It’s divided into the Council, Security, Scavengers, and Soldiers.”

           You listened intently to their explanation. Everything was awe-inspiring and you wondered how much of the system B had helped create.

           You and your four new friends were obviously, part of the Soldiers sub-group. The Soldiers were in charge of being the face of the rebellion. Lower ranks were in charge of saving Survivors from the Oppressor Guards, while higher ranks were in charge of tackling bigger missions like taking down one of the many Oppressor capitals.

           The Scavengers were the sub-group that worked alongside the Farmers. They were in charge of visiting abandoned places to collect as many useful items to bring back to the city. They scavenged for left-over food, drinks, tables, wood, metal, cloth, weapons, information etc. They were also in charge of mapping out the ground above as best as they could. They were usually amongst the swiftest and stealthiest of the entire class. Their motto was never to engage in battle but to return with as much information and goods as they could without losing men.

           The Security team was in charge of keeping the city safe inside and outside. They had to maintain a low crime rate amongst the people and keep vigilant for any possible intruders. This was the last stronghold of the Changers. If this city was breached, all hope would be lost for the future.

           Lastly, the Council was made up of the 5 highest ranking officers, which was overseen by the Scholars to maintain diplomacy and to prevent any plan of overturning the balance of things. Each class had a representative that would be called forth, should there be an emergency meeting that would affect the city and its people. The Council was in charge of making executive decisions on battles and consolidating information on the Oppressors’ movements, the Scavengers’ reconnaissance findings, and the Scholars’ advancements. They deployed who they felt was capable into battle. They were in charge of telling Scavengers to find out more information on a specific location, and a whole lot more that people weren’t aware of.

           But the person who had the last say on everything was the Leader, who presided even over the Council. The Leader – your best friend– Jeon Jungkook.

           You couldn’t wrap your head around it. The scrawny shrimp that you had grown up with was now in charge of an entire large city and all of its functions. He was in charge of the future of so many people’s lives and their hopes. Now you knew why none of the other higher ranks wanted to take on such a position. He was the face of the rebellion, the beacon of light for all of those in darkness, and the number one target of the Oppressors. You were filled with dread at the thought. How exactly could he stay so strong after having such a burden? How was he acting so normal despite having the entire world on his shoulders?

           Everything you had learned continued to swim in your mind as you wandered through the halls aimlessly. You didn’t exactly want to go back to your room, but you didn’t know where to go so you were just strolling with no destination.


           You felt arms wrap around you and relaxed at the familiar voice. Then you giggled as the image of Jungkook scurrying through the sea of women in terror popped into your head.

           "What’s funny? I want in on the joke!” Jungkook grinned.

           "I witnessed your little harem party during lunch.“ you confessed.

           Jungkook turned red and backed away a bit. "D-did you?”

           "Still as popular as ever, hm?“ You chuckled as you turned and pinched his cheeks. "And you’re probably loving it!”

           "I-I’m not!“

           You squinted at him suspiciously. "Well you sure stayed and chatted for awhile before running away.”

           Jungkook blinked and grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking any further away from him. You turned curiously and were a bit taken aback by his serious expression.

           "What is it?“ You looked around, wondering if an enemy was nearby.

           "Are you jealous?” Jungkook furrowed his brows and your body warmed.

           "What…? No…I’m not jealous.“ You laughed a little too loud. "Why would I be? If they need your assets to rebuild humanity, then by all means!”

           You pulled your arm out of his grasp and scurried from him, praying you weren’t visibly red. Jungkook grinned as he watched you stalk away hurriedly.

           "Here.“ Jungkook placed a glass of water and a white pill on his bedside table that night.

           You tilted your head, puzzled. "Are you trying to drug me?”

           He snorted. “You’re going to be super sore tomorrow. This will help you feel a bit better when you wake up.”

           You hummed and shut your book. Trying to act normally, you reached out for the glass and pill. Truthfully, you were already in so much pain. It felt like your entire body was a stiff rubber band and every movement was restrained by heavy weights. Your legs were worse off than your arms and that was why you had plastered yourself into bed before Jungkook could shamefully see you walking around like you were an old person.

           You chugged down the water with the medicine and slowly reached for your book, hoping that your awkward movements would go unnoticed. But nothing ever escaped Jungkook; he swiped the book from your reach and grinned.

           "You’re sore already, huh?“

           You huffed. "Am not.”

           "Oh yeah? Then take this book from me.“ he waved it above his head.

           "I’m not playing this game with you.” You crossed your arms, trying to save face.

           "Because you can’t.“ he teased.

           You huffed and looked away. Suddenly, the covers were pulled away from your legs, causing you to gasp. Jungkook smiled and handed you back your book as he sat beside your legs.

           "Don’t scream or make weird noises.” he blushed.


           You immediately bit your lip as his hands raked over your thighs and applied pressure. It hurt like a bitch. Your eyes watered immediately.

           "Like I thought.” he chuckled lightly as he opened his drawer to get out a cream. “I usually hate my bed smelling like this, but I’ll make an exception since you worked so hard.”

           "Wh-what is it?“ Your heart was thumping nervously at the impending pain.

           "Muscle relaxant.” Jungkook smiled as he lathered it onto his hands. “You’re going to need it.”

           You gulped. “Just…go easy on me…”

           "Hmmm…“ Jungkook hummed. "You can squeeze my arm if you need to.”


           He began massaging your legs roughly and your hand flew to his forearm, digging your nails into him in retaliation. He chuckled but didn’t let up on trying to loosen your knots, despite your eyes watering already.

           "Ah shit.” You cursed and your voice made him feel all types of ways, but he tried to suppress it, focusing on trying to ease your tightened muscles. His hands traveled from your thighs to your calves, then worked up your arm. You were feeling a lot better, and you had gotten used to the pain and pressure. Exhaustion was now washing over you, and Jungkook’s movements weren’t helping much to keep you awake anymore.

           But soon the loss of contact made you perk up.

           "Anywhere else that you’re in pain?“ he smiled as he wiggled his fingers. "I see you’re enjoying the magical Jeon massage.”

           You rolled your eyes and blushed. “Um actually, my shoulders and back…”

           Jungkook felt his body warm at your comment.

           "Would it be weird?“ You averted your eyes nervously.

           He swallowed and tried to play it off. "Those are important for training so I’ll see what I can do but umm…”

           "Hm?“ You glanced at him.
           "You’ll have to take off…your shirt…” he mumbled. “You know…so the cream works…”

           Your cheeks were on fire. “Oh yeah…right…”

           Jungkook turned away and you shyly took your shirt off and unclipped your bra before hurriedly face planting into your pillow to hide your embarrassment.

           "A-are you good?“ he muttered.

           You spoke into your pillow incoherently and he turned timidly.

           "Um okay, I’m going to sit on you.” he straddled around your waist and you were pretty sure your heart was going to explode.  

           His thumbs found its way to your shoulders and pressed into it. Then your heart danced inside your chest as he touched the sensitive part of your neck.

           Nope, just kidding. Your heart was going to explode now.

           Jungkook was sure his face was entirely beet red at seeing your bare back and grazing his fingers against your skin. You two weren’t kids anymore. You were grown man and woman, and he knew from the beginning that it was dangerous for you two to share a room…but he didn’t want you out of his sight.

           He pressed into your lower back, which was extremely tense, and a groan escaped your lips. He shut his eyes and bit his lower lip to calm himself. He was thankful that you couldn’t see how much of a mess he was and little did he know you were feeling similarly.

           You wanted to crawl into a hole after such a sound came out of you. You were well aware what it sounded like and you wanted to scream into the pillow out of embarrassment. Luckily though, his fingers never stopped massaging you so he might’ve not thought anything of it. You weren’t sure whether to be disheartened or grateful for his lack of reaction.

           But poor Jungkook was far from not having a reaction to the entire moment. You were partially naked on his bed, under him; he was touching your bare body and you had just made a breathy noise at his touch. His blood rushed down where it shouldn’t be and he had to lift himself off of you in fear that you would feel him growing the longer he massaged you. He hurried the rest of the massage and climbed off of you in hidden panic.

           "Gotta go to the bathroom, but you’re done.“ he rushed and scurried to lock himself inside.

           Once you heard the lock click, you lifted your head up. You were a shade of red as you spotted yourself in the mirror. You hurried to clip your bra and throw your shirt back on before he came out. Then you proceeded to cocoon yourself inside the blankets. You couldn’t face him after all that. You were the one who asked him to massage you there innocently. But it turned out to not be so innocent. Your suggestion had been questionably seductive when you didn’t mean it to be.

           Oh my goodness, what did he think of you? You were so embarrassed. You heard him step out from the bathroom, and you immediately shut your eyes, pretending to have fallen asleep already. The bed dipped beside you and you heard him sigh into his pillow. You smiled gently. His presence always comforted you at night and you were grateful that he took care of you despite everything he was in charge of.

           So before you could stop yourself, you whispered.

           "Thanks, Jungkook.”

           He tensed up, realizing you weren’t asleep yet, but then his lips curled up at your statement.


           You turned around to face his strong back and after taking a glimpse at it, you shut your eyes. You were so lucky to have him.

           The rest of the week was filled with harsh exercises for you and Taehyung. Your body was admittedly getting used to the intense activity, but it didn’t lessen the soreness you felt afterwards. And from quickly observing the training the more experienced soldiers in your unit were going through, you knew you wouldn’t make it there with your current condition.

           Yoongi wouldn’t give you leeway and he didn’t let up on the degrading verbal comments on both of you. But soon, even Taehyung was slowly surpassing you. Indeed, your muscles were programmed differently, but you refused to let biology determine your role. You needed to do something more if you wanted to catch up.

           On top of dealing with all that and despite having Jungkook beside you, your nightmares continued to persist. So much so that Jungkook had to hold you in his arms tightly to stop you from flailing and panicking in the darkness. His distinct smell would comfort you back into a peaceful sleep and you found that you quite enjoyed sleeping on his chest with his arms wrapped around you, not that you would admit it to him. On the rare nights you didn’t have a nightmare, you still would find yourself seeking out the comfort of his embrace.

           "Nightmare?” he would hum half asleep as he welcomed you.

           "Mhm.“ You lied.

           Jungkook, on the other hand, was having an extremely hard time with being so close to you. He hated seeing you in pain, he liked having you in his arms, but his resistance was dwindling. Your body consistently pressing up against him set his entire system on high alert. Sometimes he couldn’t sleep for hours as his heart raced. Other times when you were calmly sleeping, he would just hug you regardless. He couldn’t tell you how much he looked forward to nighttime now that you had come back into his life, because it meant getting to spend time with just you.

           At night, he wasn’t the Leader of the Changers and you weren’t a soldier. He was Jeon Jungkook, your best friend, your protector. His feelings and actions were covered by the blanket of darkness and the haziness of sleep. There were no consequences or worries, just the present, just gratefulness for another night with you.

           But suddenly, he began waking up cold and realizing that you weren’t beside him. Confused, he hurriedly changed and searched for you. He finally found you running around the track before anyone else woke up. He smiled gently as he watched your figure huffing and puffing but persevering through the laps. You were serious about staying in the army, and he respected your determination. So every morning, he trailed after to keep an eye on you. Sometimes he would find you in the gym while most days, you were on the track running. Finally, after a few days, he had enough of passive observation.

           You gasped as you felt his hand wrap around your wrist to prevent you from getting out of bed. Your eyes widened as he smiled and opened his eyes.

           "I’m going with you on the track this time.”

           "This…time?“ It dawned on you. "You knew?!”

           Jungkook chuckled. “Did you think I wouldn’t? Of course, I wake up when you’re not next to me.”

           You blushed as you fixed his bed head. “Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you. You need as much sleep as you can get.”

           He grinned. “Nah. Let’s work out together from now on, okay? I need to show you how to do it properly so you don’t hurt yourself.”

           You averted your eyes. You had been clueless as to how to work out at the gym properly but now you were even more embarrassed that he had been watching you make up circuits this whole time.

           "Okay?“ he looked up cutely, obviously trying to make you smile. "Hm?”

           Your lips curled up and you nodded. “Okay.”

           So you found yourself waking up early and exercising with Jungkook every morning. It was ten times more motivating when he encouraged you and you felt the right effects of the exercises since he was teaching you proper techniques. Not to mention, it was always more fun and exciting when you two were together.

           "So what’s the deal with you and Taehyung?“ he jogged beside you.

           "What do you mean?”

           "I mean you two are always together.“ he tightened his lips.

           "Are you jealous?” You playfully grinned.

           "No. I’m curious! There’s a difference.“

           You eyes glistened mischievously. "Well he’s pretty cute.”

           "Oh?“ Jungkook’s jaw tensed. "Okay.”

           You laughed as you nudged him. “Oh come on. You’ll always be my best friend! I can’t exactly hang out with you during training. I’m glad I have Tae or else I would’ve quit a long time ago. Tae and I suffer under Yoongi’s wrath together. That bonds people.”

           Jungkook chuckled. “That definitely does.”

           "But I’ll show him!“ You raised your fist.

           "Yeah?” Jungkook grinned as he used the length of his legs to get ahead of you. “Well you have to show ME first~”

           "Not fair! You’re taller than both me and Yoongi!“

           "He’d shoot you if he heard you say that!” Jungkook bellowed.

           "You’d save me!“ You cheekily retorted.

           Jungkook laughed as he ran faster while you chased him. After a few laps of tag, you both collapsed on the ground, panting.

           "That was fun.” he smiled.

           "Yeah.“ You lay your head on his stomach.

           Suddenly, his watch buzzed and you glanced up at him. Jungkook pressed a button and put in his ear piece.

           "Yes, Namjoon-hyung?”

           "Where are you? You’re not in your room.“

           "Yeah I’m in the field with Y/N. What’s up?”

           "We got some new intel from the Scavengers. We need you in HQ.“

           "Gotcha.” Jungkook sighed as you looked at him questioningly. “It shouldn’t take long right?”

           He ruffled your hair as you pouted.

           "No. We’ll have you back to training quickly.“

           "Good.” Jungkook grinned as he patted your head. “Cause the little tadpoles are learning to shoot today.”

           Your eyes widened and you sat up, surprised. “Really?!”

           "I can’t believe I’m trusting these weapons to you two.“ Yoongi exhaled as he handed you and Tae guns. "Watch me then you try it. I don’t have time to play and baby you two so you better keep your eyes peeled.”

           You and Tae intently watched Yoongi load the gun, hold it, aim, and shoot a couple of bullets. You two winced and covered your ears at the loudness of the gunfire. He scoffed as he saw you and Tae cowering on the side.

           "If the sounds scare you, imagine how a bullet going through your skin feels.“ he teased.

           You and Tae glanced at each other and gulped.

           "Well go on.” Yoongi urged and waved his hand nonchalantly. “I’m going back to the main unit. I’ll check up on you two in a few. Figure things out from trial and error.”

           "That’s it?“ You huffed. "He didn’t teach us anything!”

           Tae shook his head. “What did you expect? He doesn’t think we’re soldier material.”

           You growled and started loading your gun slowly. Tae watched and mirrored you.

           "So I think he held it like this.“ he pointed out and demonstrated.

           "Okay…” You observed his hand placement and aimed forward. “I’ll try shooting first.”

           Tae stepped back. You pulled the trigger and flew back from the recoil, but instead of landing on the ground, your fall was stopped by a firm body.

           "Oh thanks Tae.“ You exhaled, but suddenly tensed up when you felt hands trace down your arms.

           "Your position is all wrong.” Jungkook chuckled as he fixed your hands on the gun.

           You turned red then glanced at Tae who was grinning widely and quickly flashed you a thumbs up. You blushed harder at the implication.

           "Okay.“ You felt his breath on your cheek as he leaned his chin onto your shoulder to make sure your arms were in a proper line. "Make sure safety is off.”

           You turned the gun to check and nodded.

           "I’ll guide your first few shots so you get the hang of it.“ he mumbled as he covered your hands with his. "Relax.”

           You retorted in your mind that it was hard to relax when his muscular chest was pressed onto your back and his soft hands and toned arms were against your own. Not to mention his gentle breathing that tickled your cheek and sent shivers down your spine.

           "Your shoulders are too tense. Loosen your elbows a little so your joints don’t take the impact of the recoil. Spread your legs, keep balanced and grounded.“ he instructed seriously, which made you attuned to the target in front of you.

           This wasn’t time for your feelings. You were preparing for battle and shooting was the staple that would determine yours and someone else’s safety out in the battlefield. You needed to concentrate and get the hang of it.

           "Ready?” he whispered.

           You nodded.

           "Pull the trigger.“

           Your finger curled in and a bullet sprung out loudly. Jungkook steadied your body from the recoil, though you didn’t fly back as much as your initial fire, thanks to his instruction.

           Tae cheered excitedly. "You hit the target! Wooo!”

           You took a look and you beamed enthusiastically.

           "I did it! I shot the target!“

           Jungkook grinned proudly as you turned to face him brightly. He poked your forehead.

           "Don’t get too cocky. I helped you aim.”

           You puffed out your cheeks cutely.

           "Let’s try a couple more times.“ he guided your arms up again. "Then I’ll go help Tae.”

           "Will you be romantic with me too?“ Tae giggled.

           Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "I don’t discriminate.”

           You and Tae laughed loudly.

           Needless to say when Yoongi returned to you two, he wasn’t pleased that you were both shooting decently. Jungkook had slipped away before he arrived so you and Tae were confused when Yoongi spoke up irritatedly.

           "What the hell is happening here?“

           "Huh?” You and Tae turned, realizing that Jungkook had disappeared.

           "Uh we’re shooting like you asked us to.“ Tae answered.

           Yoongi squinted at you both suspiciously, trying to think of all the ways you two had cheated to put those bullet holes into the target.

           "Well let me see it then.” he stated smugly. “Ladies first.”

           Tae smiled encouragingly and you nodded, positioning yourself. You breathed in and took a shot, surprising yourself that it grazed close to the middle of the target.

           "YES!“ You cheered, putting your gun on safety before hurriedly hugging Tae.

           "That was so close! Oh my goodness!” Tae jumped with you happily.

           Yoongi growled. “Beginner’s luck.”

           "I can shoot more rounds if you want.“ You challenged.

           Yoongi was about to retort when you three heard a whistle.

           "Wow, that was some shot.” Jungkook appeared. “Lieutenant, you must be teaching these two extremely~ well.”

           Yoongi tightened his lip.

           "Are you not?“ Jungkook blinked curiously.

           Yoongi mumbled something incoherent as you and Tae smiled behind him, amused.

           "Well since you’re here, you can take over them. I’ll get back to the main unit.” Yoongi grumbled and stalked off.

           "Will do ~“ Jungkook sang and winked at you two playfully. "Although you taught them so well, there’s not much left for me to do.”

           "Yeah, yeah.“ Yoongi waved his hand, already having caught onto Jungkook’s trick. "Let’s see how well they do on the run.”

           Jungkook chuckled and eased the tension easily. “Don’t worry. That won’t be until later on. You’ll have to have shooting as second nature before we get there.”

           You frowned, realizing you still had a long way to go until you were on par with the others.

           "Practice shooting with me more.“ You pouted as Jungkook arrived in the room later that night.

           "What?” he glanced at you, amused.

           "I’m still a newbie. I need more practice to improve faster.“ You stood up as tall and as confidently as you could.

           Jungkook chuckled and gently cupped your face. "You know, I still am siding with Yoongi on your decision.”

           You frowned. You knew that Jungkook still hated the thought of you being on the battlefield, despite his efforts to train you and help you.

           "But how do you think I would feel when you leave for missions?“ You argued.

           Jungkook swiped his thumb across your cheek as you stared at each other.

           "I want to fight, Jungkook.” You urged. “I NEED to.”

           He exhaled and grabbed both of your hands.

           "I really wish you didn’t have to.“

           You squeezed his hands and smiled sadly. "I need to be able to protect the people I care about this time. I’m not hiding in fear and helplessness again. I’m not losing you again.”

           Jungkook exhaled and pressed a kiss on your forehead, which warmed your entire body.

           "You won’t lose me.“

           "You can’t promise that.” You felt your voice waver at the reality.

           Jungkook smiled knowingly and lightened the mood. “Well I guess I have no choice but to take you in as my prodigy!”

           You grinned. “I’ll show you Min Yoongi!”

           Jungkook laughed. “You know, Yoongi isn’t your enemy.”

           "I know but he irritates me so I’m using him as a motivation.“

           Jungkook gasped and clutched his chest playfully. "And I thought I was your motivation!”

           You giggled.

           "I’ll help you become a good soldier.“ Jungkook took out his gun and unloaded it. "But only in the event that you need to protect yourself, okay?”

           You nodded.

           "You can’t use it to kill someone who isn’t attacking you or someone else on your team, okay?“ He placed the gun in your hand.

           You glanced up at him and nodded, knowing he was serious about this.

           "I don’t want you to be a killer, Y/N.” he frowned as he caressed your hands softly. “I’ve gotten my hands dirty enough for the both of us.”

           Your heart hurt at the expression on his face. You clutched the gun with one hand and cupped his face with your other.

           "It was to protect everybody that placed their hopes on you, Jungkook.“

           He smiled and leaned into your touch.

           "I’m so proud of you.”

           His eyes widened at your statement and you could tell that they were beginning to water. You patted his cheek and brightened up.

           "Okay, so how am I supposed to shoot an unloaded gun?“

           Jungkook chuckled as he sniffled. "We can’t shoot inside the rooms or security will arrest us. You’re just going to get used to the weight and positioning of…”

           "Alright. Sounds not too bad.“

           Jungkook laughed as he pressed a button under his bed. You gasped as one of his walls turned over to reveal an entire gun collection.

           "Of every gun I have in here.”

           Your jaw dropped in shock. “What?”

           "This is what it means to be a good soldier, Y/N. Being able to perform optimally in any given situation. The battlefield isn’t consistent. If you get used to just one gun, what will you do if it runs out of ammo? What happens if you’re disarmed and pick up a different gun that the enemy uses? You need to be good at those too.“ He knocked on his display. "You got it?”

           You swallowed but stood up confidently. “I’m ready.”

           Jungkook smiled. “Shooting will be second nature to you by the time I’m done training you.”

           You grinned excitedly then brought up. “Oh…but what about combat?”

           "Combat?“ Jungkook approached you.

           "Yoongi said we were starting combat soon and to 'prepare’ myself.” You frowned. “What should I do about that?”

           Jungkook grinned mischievously and tackled you down onto the bed so that he was on top of you. “Aim low.”

           You shoved his chest but he didn’t budge. “Come on. Be serious.”

           "I am.“ He stared at you. "You’re a woman, Y/N. The enemy will want more from you than any man in the battlefield.”

           You shivered out of fear.

           "How will you get out of this position?“ he furrowed his brows.

           You pulled your knee up harshly between his legs, and Jungkook keeled over on his back from the hit. You smirked as you climbed over him, aiming the unloaded gun at him.

           "Aim low.”

           He coughed as he writhed in pain.

           "Okay, glad you got that first combat lesson down.“ he squeaked.

           You laughed as you got off of him. You bowed triumphantly, "Thank you for your help, Leader.”

           He groaned as he threw his head back on the bed, still in pain. You panicked and sat beside him.

           "I’m sorry…my bad.“

           "No, no.” he shoved you away. “That was good. Do that to other guys. Just like that.”

           You glanced down at him amused as he crawled onto your lap and rested his head there. Mindlessly, you carded your fingers through his hair and began lulling him into slumber. You knew he really needed it.

           Your training could wait a day.

           For the next week, you slept, ate, and breathed military training. You brought different guns with you everywhere to get used to its weight and feeling. You continued running and working out in the mornings and at night, you and Jungkook would go over combat training. You were slowly breezing through warm up exercises and your shooting was steadily improving. You and Tae were slowly being integrated into the unit as well.

           But you felt like you were cheating so against Jungkook’s wishes, you added Tae into the morning workouts and you shared your teachings with him when you could. You two were in the bottom together and you didn’t want to climb up alone.

           On the other hand, Jungkook didn’t want to forfeit any quality time with you, not to Tae anyway. He saw you two were increasingly getting closer and it irked him that Tae spent almost the entire bulk of the day by your side, training. But he knew you were doing it out of kindness, so he couldn’t argue with you and he helped train your friend as well.

           Then the day for combat training began.

           "Here we go.“ You whispered to Tae.

           "Y/N!” Yoongi called out. “If you have energy to talk, why don’t come help me demonstrate some combat moves?”

           Your eyes widened. “But we haven’t learned…”

           "Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you. Just show me what you got.“ Yoongi called you over arrogantly.

           You glanced at Jungkook behind him, who was suppressing his laughter, and you confidently stepped forward.

           "Alright then…”

           "First up, always have your hands up ready to block and swing. Stay light on your toes.“  Yoongi instructed as he got into position. "Come on, Y/N. Do what feels natural.”

           You smiled and circled defensively. You weren’t the least bit nervous. Jungkook had trained you well, and had sparred with you countless times.

           Not that Lieutenant Yoongi knew that, of course.

           Yoongi swung a quick punch towards your face. Swiftly, you blocked it then hurriedly jabbed him in return.

           "Oooo!“ the other soldiers winced as he clutched his nose, surprised.

           You shrugged, amused. "I was doing what felt natural.”

           Yoongi growled and lunged at you. Everyone gasped as you blocked and evaded his techniques. You got hit a few times but you landed blows as well. The crowd grew as other soldiers and Survivors joined in to watch the show. Yoongi grappled you down to the ground and pinned you down with a smug grin.

           "Surrender?“ he cackled.

           You smirked as you strongly pulled your knee up. All the men winced sympathetically as Yoongi rolled off of you onto his back.

           "Surrender?” You stood up and chuckled.

           "And what a wonderful lesson that was!“ Jungkook stepped forward, figuring it was a good time to intervene, and clapped. "Lieutenant was just demonstrating the effects of underestimating your opponent. You should never go easy on them and assume they’re weaker or easier to beat. It could end in your defeat, as you witnessed. So partner up and start sparring lightly while I tend to the Lieutenant.”

           "Yes sir.“ Everyone replied and split up.

           "I don’t know if I want to go with you…” Tae’s eyes rounded with worry as you approached him.

           You laughed and pulled him into a playful headlock.

           "Fuck you, Jungkook.“ Yoongi hissed.

           Jungkook grinned and leaned down to help his comrade. "I warned you she’d embarrass you if you kept bullying her.”

           Yoongi coughed as Jungkook lovingly patted his tailbone.

           "You know why I’m doing this…“ he growled.

           "I know. But this one is different from the other girls you chased away, hyung.” Jungkook exhaled. “Unfortunately, she only rises higher the more people push her down.”

           "That’s cause you’re helping her!“ Yoongi glared.

           "I want you to help her too, hyung. Please.” Jungkook smiled sadly.

           "Even after everything that happened…“ Yoongi frowned.

           "Please.” Jungkook pleaded. “So it doesn’t happen again. We need to train them as best as we can.”

           Yoongi exhaled and threaded his hands through his hair. “Well that bitch knocked me down. I can’t exactly kick her out after that.”

           Jungkook grinned. “You must be so embarrassed.”

           Yoongi playfully strangled and shook Jungkook. “Just cause you’re friggin Leader doesn’t mean you can keep acting like a brat to me!”

           "They look close.“ Tae pointed at Yoongi and Jungkook.

           You chuckled, "They have a bit of history.”

           "Hm.“ Tae nodded. "Interesting.”

           "Don’t let your guard down.“ You poked his forehead and sweeped his legs from under him.

           Tae coughed as he hit the ground, and frowned. "I reallyyy don’t want to partner with you.”

           You laughed as you helped him up.

           Later that night, you and the other soldiers decided to go drink and eat at Jin’s house in celebration of your victory over Yoongi, and yours and Tae’s full integration with the rest of the unit.

           So Jungkook took to the gym because it felt weird being in the room without you. He was just finishing up when he was greeted by his friend at the entrance of the gym.

           "Jungkook.“ Namjoon called.

           "Hm?” Jungkook glanced over at his friend as he wiped his sweat away, grinning. “What’s with the unexpected visit, hyung? Missed me?”

           "You need to come to HQ right away.“

           You returned to the room a few hours later in high spirits. You were surprised that Jungkook wasn’t back yet, but you were grateful, since you smelled like grilled meat and alcohol. You hopped into the shower hurriedly and you proceeded to hum happily, recollecting on all the things that happened throughout the day. You were stuffed, satisfied, and content.

           Suddenly, you flinched as you felt cold air reach your skin, and you realized that the door to the shower had been opened. You hadn’t heard anyone come in, but you without a doubt, felt a daunting presence behind you. Hurriedly, with your heart pounding inside your chest, you grabbed the gun that Jungkook kept inside the shower, and spun around.

           You were disarmed in mere seconds and your eyes widened when you came face-to-face with none other than your best friend, Jungkook.

           "Yah!” You grabbed the towel that you had hung at the top of the shower and loosely covered your front parts. “What’re you doing here? I’m…I’m…”

           The running water trickled down his face and soaked his white t-shirt, but he simply outstretched his arms, cornering you in the tiny space.


           But your words were cut off by his lips latching onto yours.

           You dropped your towel in surprise, but he continued kissing you. And you no longer had the will to resist the moment. Your lips began dancing against his feverishly. You weren’t quite sure if this was a vivid dream or reality, but it sure felt heavenly.

           He broke the pleasant kiss, which had you gasping for air. Then simply, he turned and shut the shower off, causing you to shiver as the cold air began seeping in. Then his lustful gaze returned to you, and you were mesmerized.

           "Jungkook…wh–” You began, unsure of what was happening. You weren’t opposed to it obviously but you were still a bit overwhelmed by its suddenness.

           He reached out and caressed your face, not breaking eye contact. Your eyes were searching his for an answer to his strange behaviors.

           "I love you.“ He whispered, yet it echoed around the shower.

           You inhaled sharply.


           "I love you.“ he smiled gently. "Ever since we were little.”

           You blushed and hugged yourself. “Well um…you couldn’t have picked a more…umm romantic moment to confess? I mean I’m naked right now and we’re in a shower…”

           He chuckled, “You’re doing it again.”

           "What am I doing?“ You backed up as he approached you, not that the shower was a big enough space for you to go anywhere.

           "You’re avoiding things by talking about something else.” he smirked as he slipped an arm around your bare waist and pulled you flush against him.

           His entire outfit was soaked and you were shivering– you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or from the nervous-excitement you were feeling. Your cheeks warmed as his eyes bore deeply onto your face.

           "What am I avoiding?“

           "Are you going to answer me?” he grinned. “Or do I have to keep kissing you?”

           You blushed. “I’d prefer the kissing…”

           Jungkook chuckled but soon enough obliged your request, capturing your lips with his once again. But this time, you were ready and more than willing to reciprocate. He knew you loved him; this stupid best friend of yours just wanted you to say it out loud, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

           His fingers trailed its way down your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He inhaled needily and pinned you against the glass wall. Your tongues began wrestling against each other and things began to get heated. But Jungkook, being Jungkook, stepped back shyly all of a sudden.

           "I’m sorry…“ he whispered. "I just…needed to say it…and I just umm…”

           You chuckled as you reached for his shirt. “You’re going to catch a cold if you stay in wet clothes.”

           His eyes widened as you pulled it up and he raised his arms up to make it easier to take off. Your height difference made it difficult though, but he enjoyed seeing you tip toe just to undress him. You stumbled forward as you successfully did so, and he caught you, grinning widely.

           "I always knew you were the seductive type.“

           "I always knew you were the perverted type, peeping at me in the shower.” You retorted teasingly.

           He stared at you lovingly as he cupped your face. You leaned into his touch, reveling in the way he looked at you.

           "I can’t describe how happy I am that you’re alive and that we found each other again.“

           "I think I can understand the feeling.” You smiled gently, because you felt the same way too.

           Jungkook leaned down and you tiptoed to meet his lips eagerly. But unexpectedly, he scooped you up during the kiss and stepped out of the shower, throwing you down onto the bed.

           You blinked as you sat up, shocked.

           "But you hate your bed getting wet!“

           He dropped his pants and boxers as he chuckled. "A worthy sacrifice, don’t you think?”

           You blushed at seeing him fully nude for the first time, but you couldn’t look away from the sight. He caught you staring and smirked.

           "Your first time?“

           You averted your eyes, bitterly. "Probably not yours though.”

           You were suddenly pushed down on your back roughly. He was on top of you, on all fours. Leaning down, he kissed you sweetly as he intertwined his fingers into yours.

           "I wouldn’t have anyone else but you.“ he whispered as he pressed his forehead onto yours.

           "Oh? Am I the chosen one to bear your sons and daughters and to continue your great lineage?” You giggled teasingly.

           He scrunched his face. “This is NOT the time to bring those girls up.”

           "Well…what time is it exactly, Jeon Jungkook?“ You fluttered your eyes seductively.

           He tilted his head to the side and left butterfly kisses all over your neck, travelling downwards. You sighed and melted at his touch, leaning your head to one side to provide him better access to your neck.

           He whispered into your ear playfully.

           "I think it’s better if I show you what time it is.”

           You moaned as his fingers slowly traced down your wet skin and you couldn’t help but get turned on at the way his muscles tensed while he held himself up over you, at the way his damp hair fell over his lidded eyes, at the way he bit his lip as if to suppress the urge to completely ravage you. And oh, how much you wanted him to. You tilted his chin up so that he faced you and you kissed him intensely, showing him how needy you were for him.

           He smiled into the kiss and worked his way down to give you what you wanted. Your heart raced as you watched him travel to your core. You loved him so much you thought your entire body would explode into flame-ridden butterflies. His touch engulfed you in flames but also fluttered your heart crazily.

           You saw white-hot waves of pleasure as his tongue entered your center. You had never felt like this before, and no one had ever made you feel the way Jungkook did in your entire life.

           You two spent the night writing out your love for each other through your bodies, through the symphony of your groans and moans, your wandering fingers and lips, your burning gazes. You learned more about each other through the honest needs of your bodies, and you loved each other more than you could ever imagine loving a single persson.

           It was passionate as much as it was sweet. Just like Jungkook himself.

           You smiled when you stirred the next morning. Sheepishly and giddily grinning to yourself, you turned to greet Jungkook, but your smile immediately faded when you realized he wasn’t there.

           Instead of seeing the love of your life beside you, there was a single envelope placed where his sleeping figure was supposed to be. A sense of dread coursed through your veins as you reached for the envelope. Your heart sank deeper and you fought back a sob when you pulled out its content.

           Inside was a shining silver dog tag that read: Jeon Jungkook.