This man is such an important human being. Watch interviews and observe how he interacts with the interviewer, he looks right into their eyes and actually ponders the questions he is asked. Jake chooses very diverse roles in films and gives a phenomenal performance each time, because he embraces that character and dedicates so much time to create an accurate portrayal. From being a bubble boy, to a troubled teen, to a sociopath, to a gay cowboy, to a widowed father. Jake Gyllenhaal never gives a disappointing performance. Watch how charming, respectful, witty, and polite he is. Watch how accepting he is, and how supportive he is. Look at the way his blue eyes light up when he talks about his family and how highly he speaks of each member, never once saying anything negative. Look at how he respectfully shuts interviewers down when they bring up sex scenes, and how he always comments on a woman’s personality before her body. Especially look at how he doesn’t act like he can get any girl he wants. Listen to his beautiful, genuine laugh. Think about how he always tries to be the best at everything he does. This is a man that would rather work alongside Robert Downey Jr. than win an award because gaining knowledge means he is successful, not recieving awards. This actor is slipping under everybody’s radar and I’m finding it quite beautiful because I get to embrace his excellence while everyone else is gawking over Channing Tatum’s body.
He has been my favorite actor since i was a child and stars in most of my favorite films, he’s incredibly talented and incredibly committed and passionate about his career. He’s also incredibly attractive, which is definitely a bonus;).
i know this is different to what i usually post but im stuck on ideas and my obsession with Jake has peaked so hope you like it. Much love xox
my favourite person on her birthday.
Happy birthday, Maplevogel! You
said you wanted a domestic piece so I hope this counts. A little bit of sharing and caring and
by the song ‘Depth Over Distance’ by Ben Howard.
The hinges on the door squeaked in warning as Canada
pushed it open. The house was stale and
dim but he could hear the ‘click, click,
click’ of an oscillating fan in the distance.
He slipped out of his shoes and dropped his suitcase
on the worn hardwood.
home. Where are you?”
He squinted into the kitchen as he passed and sighed
at the pile of cardboard boxes and garbage.
The stove was blackened, the coffee pot was filled with noodles, and the
sink was stacked with unwashed dishes.
He knew what that meant.
Canada squared his shoulders and marched up the
staircase with his heart in his throat.
Kumajirou was sitting outside their bedroom door with his nose scrunched
up in displeasure. Canada tapped him on
the head twice before pushing the door open.
The hinges seemed to screech even louder than before
in the silence.
you in here?”
“No,” the bundle of blankets on their bed
“Are you sure?”
Canada asked, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Prussia had drawn the curtains but he could
see piles of clothes and more unwashed dishes scattered around the room.
“No,” the blankets repeated.
Canada bit his lip and tried not to laugh.
“No, you’re not here? Or no, you’re not sure?”
Prussia peeked out from under the covers and blinked
Canada chuckled, he could not help himself, and
reached out to smooth his tousled hair.
“Bad day, then?”
“Bad week,” Prussia pouted, but he leaned into his
hand. “I missed you.”
Canada hummed in understanding. He had missed Prussia too. But he knew that it was more than that.
“Are you going to get up?”
“… I don’t
want to get up today.”
Canada clucked his tongue and nudged Prussia until
he scooched over.
“Then move,” Canada said. “I want in.”
Prussia raised the corner of the blankets and Canada
slithered underneath. He wrapped his
arms around Prussia and pressed wet kisses to his shoulder and collarbone.
Prussia clutched the back of his suit jacket.
His hands were shaking.
“I’m sorry you had a bad week,” Canada mumbled
against his skin. “You should have told
me. I would have come home sooner.”
Description: If there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s everything, from the way that you smile when you’re upset to the way that you lick your lips when you lie. But when he decides that he no longer wants to suffer through this one-sided love, he is instead left to pick up the pieces after a near fatal car accident.
Much love goes out to @workofteaguk for writing such an amazing piece Take My Hand, and because her writing is absolute G O L DI was inspired to write this ♡
“Last one, doll,” Bucky said as he handed you the dripping
bowl, his other hand full of bubbles as well as the sink, his long hair in a
bun a soft smile on his lips.
“Hallelujah,” you sighed as you wrapped it with a kitchen
towel. “Who know a bunch of superheroes could make such a mess with one meal.”
“It was only this mess because it was Steve’s turn to cook,”
Bucky explained, shrugging.
“Hey!” came from the
“He’s right, Steve!” you shouted back.
“Then what the hell are
you complaining about?” you heard Sam ask Steve, but lost focus on the answer as a mountain of
bubbles came topping over you.
shrieked, now dripping cold water just like the bowl and covered in bubbles.
“Oops, sorry, doll” he grinned, not even trying to look sorry, “My hand slipped.”
You went to step forward but slipped due to the water on the
tile floor and went straight to the flo – to Bucky’s arms. Seeing this as a
perfect position, you gripped onto his chest like a koala, arms and legs
circled around him. Successfully drenching him as well. Good thing his metal arm could get wet.
“Oops,” you grinned at him, “I slipped.”
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“It’s ready, Y/N!” Joe calls from the bathroom, walking over to the shelf to grab two white fluffy towels, placing them beside the tub for after.
“Did you want to put a little more in?” She teases, walking in and seeing the mountain of bubbles.
“I was tempted.” He laughs, “But I ran out.”
“Of course you did.” She shakes her head. “It looks wonderful though.”
“If there’s one thing I know how to do,” Joe tells her, looking at the bath, “Its how to make a killer bubble bath.”
“Then why in the world are we still standing here, when we could be in your wonderful bubble bath.”
“You took so long getting up here.”
“Oh, don’t start.” Y/N mock glares at him, “And get naked.”
“Well, you don’t have to tell me twice.”
“For the bath, Joe.”
“Mhm, sure. Bath.” Joe winks at her, lifting his shirt over his head.
“Dork.” She mumbles, lifting her own shirt.
It doesn’t take long for them to get settled in the bath, some of the bubbles floating in the air around them. The lights are dimmed, and Joe has lit a few candles, so the shadows dance off of the walls around them.
“I think this was the best idea you ever had.” Y/N mumbles, letting her head fall back against Joe’s shoulder, her eyes falling closed.
“They may be rare and few, but when they strike, they do tend to be amazing.” Joe replies, his fingers playing with some of the bubbles. He turns his head to place a soft kiss on her temple. “Feeling better?”
“Yes. I needed this after today.”
“A bubble bath can cure any bad day.”
“Especially when your very attractive boyfriend joins you.” She smirks, opening her eyes to watch him form shapes in the bubbles.
“Does this mean I earn boyfriend points?”
“Hmm, I think so. Three points to Joe Sugg.”
“I mean, you would have gotten four, but you used up the last of the bubble bath solution.”
“I’ll buy more the next time I’m at the shops.” Joe laughs, the sound vibrating against Y/N’s back.
“And chocolate. You’re out of chocolate.”
“I’ll add it to the list.”
The two fall into a comfortable silence, and she starts to trace patterns into his arm that’s resting on the side, his eyes following her fingers.
“Are you drawing anything in particular?”
“A snail?” Joe repeats, laughing loudly.
“You like snails. So I’m drawing you a snail.”
“I love you.” He mutters, kissing her temple again.
Y/N’s finger stops, and he tenses up as his mind catches up to what he’s just said.
She leans to the side, turning her head to look him in the eyes.
“Do you mean that?” Her voice is hesitant, and Joe swallows before he nods.
“I do. I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Joe.”
His entire body floods with relief, and he lifts a hand to her cheek, pressing his lips against hers.
“Can you say it again?” She mumbles into the kiss, giggling softly as they pull apart, a smile on his lips.
“I love you.” Joe says, kissing her on the lips. “I love you.” A kiss on the nose. “I love you.” A kiss on one cheek. “I love you.” The other cheek. “I love you.” On the chin. “I love you, Y/N.” Back on the lips.
The next day I woke up with my legs tangled in the black duvet on the bed by myself. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around the small bedroom to see if Jungkook was still in here. He wasn’t. I sat up and stretched my hands high over my head then I threw the covers off and climbed out of the bed. I scanned the floor for my clothes, I found my underwear then I found a black shirt that definitely wasn’t mine. I pulled the shirt over my head and inhaled the rich scent of the cologne that Jungkook wears. The shirt came down to my mid thigh and hung loosely on my body.
I carefully opened the bedroom door and peeked around the corner down the long hallway. The hallway was dark but I saw a light illuminating the room at the end of it. I tiptoed down the hallway toward the light and found myself in the living room. There was a couch with two worn down spots that had clearly been sat in a lot. Under the tv were a few different gaming consoles and a massive array of games. To my left, I heard a clatter coming from the adjacent room. I went in the direction of the noise which led into the kitchen.
Jungkook stood leaning against the counter using his hands for support. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so his muscular form was on full display and he wore sweatpants loose on his hips. Half-dazed, he watched the coffee maker in front of him slowly drip the bitter brown liquid into the pot.
The tile floor creaked under my feet and Jungkook’s head snapped in my direction.
He stood up straight and cleared his throat, “Morning,” he mumbled and looked back at the coffee pot.
I smirked, his burst of confidence appears to have worn off, “Good morning.”
“Do you want some coffee? It’s almost done,” he still just looked at the coffee pot.
I walked farther into the kitchen and now stood next to them, “I like coffee.”
He nodded once and silence fell over us, apart from the small sounds of coffee brewing.
Here I was stood next to Jungkook, pantless and in his shirt and he couldn’t even so much as spare me a glance. I couldn’t help but giggle at him.
Then he looked with a concerned look, “why are you laughing?”
I shook my head and smiled, “I’m just laughing at you, Shykook,” I giggled again, this time at my clever nickname for him.
“I-I’m not being shy! I just…” his face twisted with worry and his eyes darted around as he tried to figure out how to finish his sentence.
I put my hand on his bare shoulder and leaned into him, “It’s okay,” I soothed him, “I’m just teasing you a little.”
He turned to face me and puffed out his bottom lip, pouting at me, “I am not shy,” he grumbled.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him close, “Yeah, you are.”
He grumbled again, furrowing his brows to show his half-hearted displeasure. He leaned down and gently connected his lips to mine. I molded my lips to his and ran my fingertips up and down his spine. He shivered then smiled slightly under my touch.
He grabbed my face with both hands and tenderly kissed me over and over. My whole body relaxed against his as I savored him. Behind me was a barely audible sound of a deadbolt being turned and a door being opened. I didn’t think anything of it and deepened the kiss with Jungkook. His hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me tight against him just as a person behind me lightly gasped.
Jungkook jolted and stepped away from me with wide eyes looking in the direction of the entrance to the kitchen.
“Taehyung! What are you doing here?” He asked with the slightest undertones of anger and bewilderment.
A low voice behind me replied, “I live here.”
I turned around to find a tall and slim figure boy with dark brown hair and eyes that took up half of his face. He was looking directly at me.
This was when I remembered that I was wearing nothing but underwear and Jungkook’s shirt which just barely covered my butt, “I didn’t realize you had company, sorry. I’ll go to my room,” Taehyung said flatly and unfazed before turning and walking down the hall.
I spun around to Jungkook and hit him on the chest, making him hug himself and cower away from me slightly, “You forgot to mention to me that you had a roommate!” I hit him repeatedly on his arm.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He put his hands up in defense, “he’s not usually here, he usually stays at his girlfriend’s house!” He explained frantically.
I crossed my arms over my chest and willed my cheeks to stop burning.
“Coffee’s ready,” Jungkook mumbled, looking at the full coffee pot, clearly wanting to move past what just happened.
I rolled my eyes at him, “I’m gonna go put on pants,” I turned and quickly walked down the hallway to Jungkook’s room.
I found my pants, a crumpled up mess on the floor, and pulled them on. I pulled his shirt off and replaced it with my own, took a deep breath to center myself, then walked back to the kitchen.
Jungkook had poured two cups of coffee and they were steaming on the counter behind him. He stood in front of the stove with an empty pan on it. Next to him on a smaller counter was a carton of milk, eggs, flour, and sugar. When he heard me come in, he looked from me to the ingredients on the counter, then to the stovetop.
“Uh… I don’t know how to cook but… do you want pancakes?” He asked sheepishly, ruffling the hair on the back of his head.
I smiled at his efforts, “I would love some pancakes,” I walked across the kitchen and stood next to him.
“‘Kay…” he waited for a second before continuing, “…I have another question,” he looked at the empty pan, “Do you know how to make pancakes?”
I raised an eyebrow at him then fell into a fit of giggles, “grab a big bowl and the flour,” I ordered him.
He did as I said and I made up the pancake batter while the pan was heating up on the stove. I poured a small circle of batter into the pan then waited. Jungkook watched my actions closely from behind my back, “how do you know when it’s done?” He asked.
“When the bubbles pop.”
I waited until it was ready to flip then did just that. I flipped the pancakes over to the side which was golden.
Jungkook sighed, “now how do you know when this side is ready?”
I shrugged, “I just wait a minute then check by lifting it a little and seeing what color it is.”
He hummed in understanding as I lifted an edge of the pancake to see if the other side of it was done. Jungkook craned his neck around me to see for himself. I lifted the pancake out of the pan and put it on a plate.
“Oh, syrup!” Jungkook said as if he just remembered that we needed syrup and pulled open a cabinet. He grabbed an almost full bottle of syrup and put it on the counter while I worked on a second pancake. When the pancakes were done, Jungkook drizzled the syrup over them and grabbed two forks. I took one of the plates and a cup of coffee which wasn’t steaming anymore then followed Jungkook into the living room.
We sat silently side by side on the couch, eating our pancakes and sipping the lukewarm coffee. I quickly finished the plate and stood from the couch. I gestured to Jungkook to put his empty plate on top of mine then walked into the kitchen.
I brought the dishes to the sink and turned on the water to wash them.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jungkook protested as I squeezed a bit of dish soap into the water, creating a small mountain of bubbles in the sink.
“Why don’t I wash them and you dry them?” I suggested so he would feel like he was helping a bit more.
He sighed walked over to the stove to grab the towel which hung over the handle to the oven. Then he grabbed the clean but wet plate from my grasp and wiped it with the towel.
Afterward, I used the dish towel to dry my hands then tapped my fingers on the counter, “I should go,” I noticed the time which was displayed on the microwave, “I have to go to work in a couple hours.”
Jungkook ran his tongue across the inside of his cheek and nodded, “Okay…”
I pondered if I should ask what I wanted to ask, or just leave. What I wanted to ask him if this was something we could do again. I wanted to ask the classic “what are we?” But I decided to just grab my shoes.
Jungkook followed me and waited until I put on my shoes to pull me into a tight hug and firmly place his lips on mine, “I’ll see you in class on Monday,” he murmured against my lips.
Butterflies filled my stomach as the feeling of his lips still tingled on mine.
Jungkook walked me to the elevator and waited until the doors closed before walking back to his apartment. I ignored the longing that lingered in me and walked down the street toward my own apartment.
I got halfway home when I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, “Did you die?” My best friend demanded an answer to her question before I even said hello.
“What do you mean?” I asked, genuinely not knowing what she was talking about.
“You disappeared before your last class yesterday, then I went to your apartment and you weren’t there, then I called you and you didn’t pick up. I thought you had been kidnapped or something!” She said shrilly.
I held the phone in front of me to check my notifications and saw that I had 3 missed calls from her, “Sorry,” I put the phone back to my ear, “I’m on my way home right now.”
“From where?” She pried.
I hesitated to reply. I didn’t really know how Jungkook would feel about me telling other people about our “encounters”.
“Uh…” I tried to think of something to say.
“Uh…” she mocked me, “Could it be you were,” she paused, “with a boy?”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, I couldn’t hide anything from her, she’s my best friend.
She took my silence as confirmation and squealed, “Oh my god Y/N I can’t believe it! Who was it?” She begged for gossip.
“Don’t worry about it,” I spat and tried to suppress a smile from growing on my face.
“Oh okay…I get it,” I could hear the smile on her face even though she was backing down, “I will find out who it is eventually, though,” she playfully threatened with confidence.
I walked into my apartment building and climbed up the stairs to my floor, “I have no doubt in your abilities,” I replied, knowing the truth would come out soon enough.
I held the phone between my shoulder and ear to give myself a free hand to open the door. I patted my pockets to feel for my keys but both of them were flat.
“Ah shit,” I grumbled and rested my head on the doorframe,” I left my keys at his house,” I muttered into the phone and lifted my head, “I left my entire backpack actually.”
Just then, the door to my apartment unlocked from the inside and Y/BF/N swung the door open with a smile.
I narrowed my eyes at her and hung up the phone, “you didn’t tell me you were still here,” I commented and walked through the door, kicking off my shoes then slumping onto the couch.
“You didn’t tell me you were sleeping with someone,” she retorted.
“Fair enough,” I stretched on the couch, “can I borrow your key? Just until I get mine back?”
She sat down next to me, “why don’t you just call him and ask if you can come by later to pick it up?” She asked the perfectly logical question.
I covered my face and laughed at my own stupidity, “because…” I felt embarrassed to say the words out loud.
“You don’t want to see him?” She tried to finish my sentence.
I shook my head, “I didn’t get his number.”
She raised her eyebrows, “Wow… so he was a one night stand then?”
“I don’t think it counts as a one night stand if it’s happened more than once,” I said.
“It’s happened more than once?!” She hit my shoulder and shook me, “Why am I just now hearing about this?!” She shouted.
I pushed her off of me and shrugged in response.
“You’ve slept with this guy more than once but you didn’t get his phone number?” She asked in disbelief.
I covered my face again and pretended to cry, “I’m an idiot!”
She hummed in agreement and leaned back on the couch, “so… is he your boyfriend or something?” She asked slowly.
I sat up straight so I could easily look at her, “I don’t know what he is,” I said honestly, “he’s not my boyfriend,” I concluded, “I don’t think.”
“How many times have you hooked up?” She dug for all of the details.
“Is he someone I would know?”
I shook my head, “I don’t think you know him directly. You know of him, though,” the only reason she knew of him was because I had complained to her until her ears fell off about how terrible of a partner he was on our project.
She narrowed her eyes and tapped her fingers against her arm as she thought through every male person she knew.
She looked at me from the corner of her eyes, “Do you like him?” The question hung in the air between us, so heavy it was almost visible to the naked eye.
I shook my head and sighed, “I don’t know,” I was extremely hesitant to answer this question because I had no idea how he felt about me. I’d hate to get my hopes up about something real happening between us, only to find out that to him, I was nothing more than a booty call.
“Are you gonna see him again?”
I laughed emotionlessly, “I don’t know,” I repeated, “I’m gonna see him on Monday… I guess we’ll see what happens,” I thought back to last Monday when he wouldn’t make eye contact with me in class and bolted out of the door before I got the chance to speak to him. We shared a nice night together on Friday, though I couldn’t help but feel that this Monday would be just the same as the last.
“Well,” she stood from the couch, “I’m rooting for you. I’m sure everything will work out great!” She encouraged. She grabbed her purse from the coffee table and rummaged through it. She pulled out her keys and fumbled them around until she found the one she was looking for. She delicately twisted the key off of the chain and held it in front of me, “I want this back as soon as you get your keys back. What if you actually do get kidnapped or something? I want to be there to save you.”
I took the key and clenched my fist around it, “I’ll give it back to you on Monday,” I assured her.
With a final nod, she said, “I have to go to work,” then left the apartment.
I went to the bathroom and got a good look at my appearance. Man, I looked like a mess. My makeup was smeared, my hair was matted and the bags under my eyes were big and dark. I felt a little embarrassed that I had even faced Jungkook in this state.
I grabbed my toothbrush and scrubbed my teeth clean from the night before and the linger from coffee and pancakes this morning. I tugged a hairbrush through the bird’s nest I called my hair but it insisted on sticking out in every direction no matter what I did.
I gave up with brushing it and jumped into the shower, letting the hot water and steam surround me, relaxing my muscles and clearing my head of any and all thoughts of Jungkook.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my torso. I walked into my bedroom and found my pajamas crumpled up on the ground. I grabbed the soft clothing and pulled it on, despite still being a little wet from the shower. I towel dried my hair so it wasn’t dripping anymore, then I climbed into my bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin. I turned on my phone and bounced between various social media websites until I got bored.
Getting out of bed to find something else to do, I was determined to keep my mind off of Jungkook. I wasn’t sure why the thought of him was causing such dismay in my head. I just knew that when I thought of him, and last night, a knot grew in my stomach so intense that I could throw up. It could be because I was convinced that what happened between him and I would never happen again, even though I really wanted it to happen again. It could also be because I thought he wasn’t as attracted to me as I was to him. Surely that was true, otherwise, he would have taken that next step and asked me on a date, or at the very least, given me his phone number.
Maybe it was a combination of both of those things that was making me sick to my stomach.
I managed to make it until sundown and, as soon as it was a socially acceptable time to go to sleep, I threw myself under the covers and closed my eyes, not to wake up until the sun was shining in my face the next morning.
My phone violently vibrated from under the pillow to wake me up. I lifted my head in a daze and struggled to grab hold of the shaking electronic to turn it off. I was about to hit snooze when a text from Y/BF/N came through. Coffee? The text read.
I groaned, feeling hungover even though I didn’t have a single drop of alcohol in my system. A coffee date with my best friend seemed way more than appealing right now. Yes please I replied.
Her response was almost instant Get up and get ready. I’ll meet you at your house.
I yawned and stretched out my limbs then got up and did as she told. I brushed my teeth and hair then put on a couple coats of mascara to bring life back into my dead eyes. I pulled my hair into a messy bun then threw on a pair of leggings and a baggy long sleeve shirt.
About ten minutes later, Y/BF/N knocked on the door. Of course, she was properly dressed, wearing an army green blouse and a brown leather jacket paired with leggings and brown combat boots. Her hair was curled and her makeup was pristine. She generally looked like she had her entire life together. Meanwhile, I looked like I was on the brink of falling apart.
“Oof, you do look like you need some coffee,” she commented on my slightly shabby appearance.
I couldn’t even argue with her because it was true. I looped my arm with hers and closed the front door behind me.
We walked down the street to the closest coffee shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods overwhelmed my senses. My energy spiked just at the thought of taking a sip of coffee. We went to the register and ordered two coffees and two blueberry muffins then chose a table for two tucked in the corner of the store by the window. I leaned on my hand and soaked up the sunlight that was coming through the glass.
“Are you okay?” Y/BF/N asked me, “you’ve seemed a little under the weather since yesterday.”
I shrugged, “I have no reason to be upset,” I said, unable to explain the slump I was in.
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to be upset,” she pointed out then waited for me to spill my feelings.
A waitress brought our coffee and muffins to the table and I filled my mug with a decent helping of cream and four packets of sugar, “I guess I just hate not knowing what’s going on,” I admitted while stirring my coffee.
“You mean with that guy?” She picked a blueberry out of her muffin.
I nodded, “I want to know what he’s thinking. How he feels. I guess I can’t rest my mind until I know what’s going on in his.” “
Well, why don’t you ask him?” She questioned, “you could go to his house or find him on Facebook or something,” she advised.
I pursed my lips and thought through what she had said, “I guess I’m just afraid of his answer,” I spoke the truth out loud for the first time.
I lifted my mug to my lips and took a long sip of the warm coffee. I raised my eyes to look at the rest of the coffee shop.
My eyes stopped on a familiar face across the shop in the opposite corner. He sat with his friend who I also recognized from yesterday when he walked in on us kissing in the kitchen. As if he could sense me looking at him, Jungkook’s eyes flickered to mine. He looked away quickly but then his head snapped up as he realized who it was he was looking at. Stunned, I slammed my cup down on the table, splashing coffee onto the wood.
“What’s wrong?” My best friend asked as Jungkook slowly stood from his chair. She turned to look at him just as he started walking over to our table.
I waited with my mouth hung open slightly as he walked up next to me. “Hey,” he said simply. He wore tight fitting dark blue jeans with an open black and white plaid shirt with a plain with a t-shirt underneath.
“Jungkook?” Y/BF/N said surprised. I guess she did know him directly. She side-eyed me and asked with her eyes “is this the guy?”
I nodded to answer her then turned to him, “what are you doing here?” I asked the only thing I could think, just surprised to run into him outside of school.
“Getting coffee,” he jerked his head back to his table where his roommate, Taehyung, was watching us.
“Oh…” I looked down at my cup of coffee, unsure of what to do next.
“Uh…” he scratched the back of his head, “You forgot your bag… at my house,” his eyes flickered to my friend as he cautiously talked to me, “I didn’t think I’d run into you here. Otherwise, I would have brought it.”
“Oh that’s okay,” I waved my hand, trying to convey nonchalance, “you can give it to me tomorrow.”
“Yeah…” he replied.
An awkward silence filled the air as I looked at him, waiting to see if he’d say anymore.
“Well…I’ll go back to my table now,” he played with the end of his shirt nervously.
“Oh…” I didn’t want him to go but I also couldn’t think of anything else to say to him. I’ve made fun of him for being shy but now I was suddenly the one at a loss for words.
“See you tomorrow,” he half smiled and shoved his hands into the pockets on his jean then walked back to his table.
I exhaled loudly and covered my burning red cheeks with my hands to cool them off. I shook my head over and over again, silently cursing myself. That was the perfect chance to talk to him. Sure, Y/BF/N was sitting at the table across from me, but I could have easily gotten up and gone somewhere more private with him to talk. Clearly, he had something to say to me and I pushed him away with my inability to speak or look at him directly.
“So, Jeon Jungkook, huh?” Y/BF/N taunted me with a sly smirk on her face.
I furrowed my brow and looked at her, my face still shoved between my hands, “How do you know him?”
She took a sip of her coffee, “He’s in my literature class. He’s super quiet, I’ve actually only heard him speak maybe like, twice.”
“He was my partner for the project last week,” I told her.
“Ohh,” she drew out the “O” sound as she put the pieces together. She took a bite of her muffin then looked at it confused, “how did you manage to get him to open up enough to sleep with you?”
I sighed and played with the crumbs by my muffin, “remember that night we went to that party and I left before you?” “You mean the night you abandoned me?” She rolled her eyes dramatically, “Yeah, I remember.”
Okay, well he was there that night too and we both ended up getting super drunk. Then we went to the dance floor and danced a bit and he kissed me. Then we went back to his place,” I recalled the events from that night to her.
“Wow, Y/N,” she leaned back her her chair, impressed with me, “I never took you as the type to have a drunk hookup,”
“Me either,” I told her, “I don’t know what came over me.”
About 15 minutes later, Jungkook and Taehyung stood from their table and walked toward the exit of the cafe. Taehyung side glanced at me and Jungkook gave me a small wave before they left. I finished my muffin and coffee then said goodbye to my best friend. Our friend date ended too quickly and I was left to finish out the day on my own. I went home and cleaned my already tidy bedroom, then I scrubbed the floors which I definitely scrubbed a week ago. Then I did the small amount of laundry that I had and triple checked that the assignments I already had done were perfect. As if by some miracle, the sun set and my long solitary day came to a close.
I rushed to get ready, desperate to get to school and finally have something to do with myself. I paid extra attention to my notes, read papers more closely and took my time writing essay after essay. It wasn’t until my day was almost over that my stomach started to churn. I was dreading my history class where I knew my drunk hookup was going to be.
Maybe he’ll ditch again, I thought. No, he wouldn’t ditch unless he needed to speak in front of people. He may be shy but he cares about his education.
Maybe I should ditch, the idea popped into my head. I strongly considered it until I remembered that Jungkook had my bag with my keys and wallet and necessities for school in it. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to go to class. The time came for me to go to the lecture hall for history. I dragged my feet to bide some time but I somehow still got to class ten minutes early. The professor wasn’t at his desk and only two other students were sitting in the front row. I took my usual spot in the middle and put my head on the desk, wrapping my arms around my face to block out the world around me.
I jolted up when a bag was slammed on the desk beside me. A boy snickered, “did I scare you?” He asked.
I turned to glare at the boy but halted when I recognized the bag on the desk was mine. I looked up to find Jungkook’s glimmering crescent eyes gazing down at me with his mouth formed into a soft smile.
I looked back to the front of the room, unable to say anything to him. He cleared his throat and put my bag on the ground next to me then shuffled to sit in the desk.
My head darted his direction, “what are you doing?” I demanded.
He froze on the spot, half squatted to sit down and eyes wide, “sitting down?”
He asked cautiously, worried he was doing something wrong.
“You never sit here,” I spoke as if he wasn’t aware of the change.
He fully sat and shrugged, “I feel like sitting here today.”
Silence fell between us. I twirled my pencil through my fingers and chewed on my lower lip, willing myself to say something to him.
“Y/N, are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself,” his concern was obvious through the tone of his voice.
I shrugged, “I guess I’ve got some stuff on my mind,” I alluded to the problem without giving too much away. I wasn’t ready to tell him how desperately I wanted him. I wanted as more than just a fuck buddy, I wanted him. His surface level shyness that hid a funny, confident, and sweet boy. I wanted all of it, every aspect of him. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.
He sighed and leaned in close to me, “I’ve got some stuff on my mind too,” his voice was suddenly filled with seduction. I turned to see his face. His eyes were skimming up and down my figure and his lip was ever so slightly pulled in by his teeth.
All anxious thoughts left my brain and my body moved closer to him. As if by instinct, I was instantly drawn to him, yearning for his touch, his lips, him. “What are you thinking about?” I asked, knowing his answer but just wanting to hear him say it.
He smirked, “You. In my bed.”
My breath became shallow and I scanned the room. Students were still taking their time coming in and the professor was nowhere to be found. Jungkook saw that as well then whispered five words that filled me with so much excitement that I could no longer sit still in my seat. “Let’s get out of here.”
So this was only supposed to be one part but people wanted more and I’m having fun so I guess it’s a series now! This is just a transition chapter there’ll be another one up soon
If you want to see more, send in a request! I’m super slow at writing but it will get put up eventually!