Request: “Hey! Can you write a JeffxReader? Where the reader is Clay sister (and have a secret crush on Jeff), someday she was going to sleep in Hanna’s house, but for some reason she didn’t stay to sleep and when she go home she find Jeff slepping in her bed. You can choose how it ends. Thank you! :D”
A/N: I am happy that I received a Jeff imagine! Although I didn’t want to leave Hannah alone, because I can imagine the reader being on the tapes after because of it. Yup, I am a little bit paranoid. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you like it and I would be grateful if you send other requests! Thank you.
“Oh my God, you seriously like Jeff Atkins?” Hannah exclaimed excitedly and energetically as she knew the secret you’ve been keeping for years.
“Who wouldn’t like him?” You stated as if it was normal to like Jeff. Well, he was good looking, kind and funny. He had the characteristics you were looking for a boy and you knew that he was the one when you met him.
“Aw, I hope he likes you back.” Hannah honestly said as she played with your (Y/H/C) hair while you both sat on her comfortable double bed. You decided to have a sleepover because it has been awhile since you last spent time together. She was one of your close friends and you loved her presence.
“Well, he’s older than me and I am out of his league.” You shrugged your shoulders as you felt a little bit down for what you’ve just said.
“Oh, cut it off! You are beautiful, intelligent and sweet, it is impossible to not fall in love with you.” Hannah comforted you as she praised you with her sincere words.
“Aw, Hannah.” You looked at her with a wide smile and you hugged her. “Thank you.”
“It was the truth.” She hugged you back as a nice friend she was.
“Talking of these boys,” You started as you broke the hug and she hid her face behind her hands as she already knew the next question. “how are you and my older brother, Clay?” You flashed a smirk and you saw her cheeks turned red.
“Oh my God, I knew it.” She laughed, still having her face hidden. “We’re friends, (Y/N). We work at the movie theatre and we talk at school, that’s it.”
“Jesus, Clay never asked you out?” You shook your head for your disappointment because you rooted for them being together. You considered Clay and Hannah as a perfect couple.
“He’s shy.” Hannah shortly answered.
“But it’s not an excuse! I would slap that dork silly, seriously.” You unleashed a long and deep sigh because Hannah seemed disappointed too and her being dismayed was one of the things you wouldn’t want to see. “I’ll talk to him, because I know that he likes you too, a lot!”
“Geez, really?” Hannah smiled widely and you nodded happily as her happiness came back once again.
“You can count on that!” You winked at her and she bit her lower lip. You stared at each other and you both let out some soft giggles for no reason, but it was interrupted as you heard some noise coming from the living room.
There was a discussion happening between Hannah’s parents and you could tell that she felt embarrassed for it. She hated it when they fought and having a friend hearing their complaints wasn’t one of the things that she wanted to happen.
“Are you okay, Hannah?” You worriedly asked and she just shook it off, obviously avoiding herself to ask you some help.
“(Y/N), do you mind if we cancel this sleepover?” She fidgeted with her warm blankets as she was nervous for your possible reaction.
“Oh no, it’s fine for me if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean, I would stay to cheer you up, but I will give you space if you want.” You sympathetically said as you understood her situation.
“I am fine, really.” She assured you. “I will call you if I ever need some help. Thank you.”
“Don’t bother to call me, okay?” You reminded her once again as you got up from her bed. You gathered your things and you put them in your backpack.
“Noted.” She smiled widely at you, not minding her parents anymore. She got up too and you both went outside her room as she led you to the house’s front door. Her parents stopped throwing shit at each other as they saw you going away and you could say that they felt guilty because of it.
“Good night, Hannah.” You sweetly greeted. “Call me or text me, okay? I am always here.”
“I know and I thank you for that.” She hugged you and you responded to it by hugging her back. “Good night.” She then let you go.
“Good night, see you tomorrow.” You said as you unlocked your bike’s chains. You then rode it as you said goodbye to Hannah once again. She watched you as you started to pedal way back home.
During your journey, you thought of Hannah’s family situation and you knew that it wasn’t your business but you wanted to help her. You wanted to help her, because you didn’t want for it to be one of the reasons she would feel sad or disappointed. Her life was already hard and you didn’t want for her to carry another problem on her back.
Once you arrived home, you silently went to your room, not wanting to wake anybody up. You plopped your things on your desk and you let yourself fall on the bed carelessly.
“What the fuck, Clay?!” You heard a deep voice complaining and you were shocked, mostly scared, for a moment. You were afraid to move, but you quickly searched for the lamp that rested on your bedside table and you turned the lights on. “Oh, it’s you (Y/N)!”
“What the hell are you doing in my room, Jeff?” You corrugated your forehead as you wondered why. You liked Jeff, but you knew that you had the right to be furious after what happened.
“Clay said that you were staying at Hannah’s!” Jeff sat up as he covered his shirtless body. “Boys can have sleepover too, duh!”
“Jeez!” You laughed even though you were annoyed. “I am sleeping on the couch downstairs then.”
“No, I am sleeping there. This is your bed and it’s not okay to let a woman sleep uncomfortably.” He ranted as he searched for his shirt and wore it soon after.
“It’s okay, Jeff. Stay here.” You flashed him a smile and you got up from your bed, ready to go out of the room.
“No!” Jeff protested. “We can share! It’s a double bed and I can sleep on one side and you on the other.”
“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow as you considered his proposal.
“Only if it’s okay with you. If not, I am sleeping on the couch.” He smiled as he scratched his nape.
“Alright, I’ll share my bed with you.” You went back on the bed and you sat on your space. “Only because I don’t want for you to be uncomfortable, okay?”
“Alright, (Y/N).” You could bet that you saw him smirking before you turned the lights off.
“No malice, Jeff!” You slapped his muscular arm and he just let out a laugh. Oh, how much you loved that laughter. “Thank my parents because they taught us that sharing is caring.”
“I’m thanking Lainie and Matt tomorrow, don’t worry.” He jokingly answered and you just giggled because of it. “Good night, (Y/N).”
“Good night, Jeff.” You smiled while you had your eyes closed. You couldn’t believe it, so you had a hard time drifting in your sleep, same for Jeff.
You were happy that you had a chance to share the bed with your ultimate crush and both knew that you would wake up hugging each other, but who cares? You both liked each other, you just had no guts to admit it and this is a great coincidence to show the affection to each other.
INT: What’s something that a fan has pointed out to you or that’s resonated with fans that maybe you guys didn’t expect?
AW: I feel like something for me is having a lot of young black women coming up to me and vocalising that seeing a dynamic black woman who’s not playing a secondary character to a male person was actually something they very much enjoy and are looking for that on television today … I didn’t realise I was carrying that torch until they made me aware of how important it was to them
Here’s a little spread of bullet journal accounts I absolutely adore and am continually inspired by:
(in order from left to right by page)
@holylantern - Just pure creativity. I love that it’s just drawings and no decorations (at least of the ones I’ve seen so far ^.^). Each spread is so unique.
@j-christabel // @eggtabel - Mainly drawings as well. Honestly, one the most unique bujos I have seen. I adore her use of colour and doodle, but it still manages to be so minimal.
@lycheestudy - Love how minimal and functional her spreads are, but still so so pretty.
@studypetals - Amazing use of images, stickers, and lettering. I love the mood she creates with each spread.
@smoinerd- Winnie! Ah, where do I even start? Absolutely in love with her spreads. There’s so much going on from gorgeous lettering to images of Junjin lol, but it’s still so organized and calming to look at.
@unicaffe - I was in awe when I saw the spread pictured in the post showed up on my dashboard. Honestly so calming to look at and the gorgeous drawings and minimalistic look just *o*
@journalsanctuary- I honestly love looking at her feed on Instagram. Layout and feed goals as well as her amazing bullet journal. The themes of her spreads are so pretty and natural.
@studyrose - Goals, goals, goals. From feed to bullet journal to amazing personality, just everything <3 (I steal a lot of ideas from her when I stage my photos lol).
@productiveflower - This girl right here actually inspired me to start my own studygram account. Although she says she’s not a fan of her own spreads, I’ll always be her fan. Adore her aesthetic as well as her sweet personality. <3
@eintsein - Love her use of different types of decorating elements, but still maintaining a cohesive and calm theme. Loving the blue, white, and green tones in this spread especially!
I wish I could have fit more on this inspiration board because there are so many wonderful bullet journals to share. Please sure to check each and everyone of these accounts out. Here on Tumblr as well as Instagram (if they have one)! :)
I also can’t help but be in awe of the bullet journal system. It allows creativity and accommodates so many different styles, but in the end, it is still a planner, and is practical to use.
Draco using the toaster. Poptarts fly out. Draco ends up on top of something and stays there till Harry comes home.
“Don’t move, Potter!”
“Er– what?” Harry had just come home and had been about to step into the kitchen when he heard his boyfriend’s anxious directive.
“I said, don’t move! The second you move, that awful muggle contraption you insisted on buying will attack. Trust me. I’ve already become its victim.”
“What are you even–” Harry cut himself off as, rounding the corner, he caught sight of Draco lying very still on top of the island in the center of their kitchen. He was staring intently across the room at the shiny red toaster, from which protruded two garishly pink–
“Are those Pop Tarts?” Harry asked incredulously. He had no idea where Draco could have possibly come by the sugar-filled American snacks. Nor why Draco, who was still suspicious of all things Muggle, might have considered actually eating one.
“I said not to move, Potter!!”
Harry couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up at Draco’s ridiculousness. He was still laying perfectly still on the counter. “What happened?”
“Stop walking at it! It’s vicious! I put in one of those awful-looking things, and then I pushed down on the little black part just like you showed me. And I stood there and waited! And waited! And the inside started to change colours—and I think Weasley must have convinced it to support the Canons because it was hideously orange—but no matter how long I stared, nothing was happening! So I moved to get my wand and then BANG! The THINGS flew out and right for my face. My face, Potter. And if you don’t cease your laughter right this minute I swear–”
“Sorry, sorry!” Harry gasped, forcing himself to take the situation seriously. “And how did you end up on the island?”
“Well… I don’t really remember. But the time I realised what was happening, I was already laying here, and I didn’t want to risk moving again.”
“Right,” Harry said. “Well, as you can see, I’m moving and am miraculously unscathed by the things. The toaster is perfectly safe.”
Draco looked highly suspicious, but still somehow found the courage to sit up and slip off the counter. “I want that thing out of our house, Potter! If you think it’s so safe, I suppose you won’t mind if I just leave you to defeat it on your own.”
With that, Draco turned up his nose and stomped out of the kitchen. Probably going off to check for wounds, Harry thought as his lips turned up into an amused smile.
He was just making his way over to unplug the toaster—Draco’s word was all but law, so he had no choice but to get rid of it now—when his cell phone rang.
“Harry, mate!” It was Ron. “Did Malfoy use the toaster yet?” He sounded full of anticipation.
“The…” Harry sighed as he realised that his boyfriend might not be so ridiculous after all. “Ron. What did you do?”
Harry could somehow hear Ron’s grin over the phone. “Oh, you know. Nothing much. Charmed it to turn orange when he tries to use it. Harmless.”
“Well… George did say there might be a few… side effects—”
“Side effects like it attacking my boyfriend’s face?”
Ron laughed shamelessly. “Oh, Merlin, they went for his face?! Oh that’s priceless!”
“Ron! You can’t do that! You know he doesn’t understand Muggle things! How did you get him to try it out anyway?”
“Oh, it was easy! Just gave him some of those Pop Tart things and told him they were your favourite snack,” Ron answered offhand.
Harry’s heart clenched unexpectedly with a wave of affection for his boyfriend. Which was quickly followed by a wave of guilt for laughing at him after all he’d tried to do was make Harry what he’d thought was his favourite snack.
“Ron, I’ve got to go. And you two need to stop your ridiculous prank war. You know if you really do hurt Draco’s face, I’ll never be able to forgive you.”
Ron made a gagging noise. “Gross, mate. Go be a champion for Malfoy’s face somewhere else. I’ll stop hexing your toaster when he stops confunding me every time I go to the bathroom at work.”
Harry smiled. “Fair enough. I’ll see what I can do.”
He hung up the phone and walked over to the toaster, unplugging it and shoving it into a plastic bag. Then he went to find his boyfriend, who was reclining on the sofa reading a copy of Witch Weekly, which Harry was very aware by now was definitely also for Wizards, Potter.
Harry quirked the corner of his mouth and held up the sack full of offensive appliance. “I thought I could go by Ron’s tomorrow on my lunch break to see about dropping this off and charming it to look like his old toaster?” he tried.
And succeeded. Draco’s face broke into a very satisfied grin. “This is why I love you, Potter.”
Harry’s grin developed into a full-on smile. He plopped down on the sofa, held up the sad excuse for a pastry he had taken from the toaster and offered, heedless of Draco’s increasingly disapproving expression, “Pop Tart?”
A/N: This collab is so funny because I literally had this idea and Camile was like “I’m already writing one.” Nia and Camile strike again. This is going to be a series, so buckle up babes it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I have to thank @minhosmeanhoe (Camile) for pushing me to do this when my motivation was lacking and always being there for me when I get stuck. She also proofread and edited this because she’s literally the best. Okay, without further ado.
Warnings: Is it a stilinski-jpeg/minhosmeanhoe fic without smut?? Otherwise, no warnings.
Hey meabhd, do you hapen to have any tips on how i can pick colors more easily because thats just a huge problem for me. I know the basics of color but i cant actually put them to use. Im confident with my line art but the entire drawing starts looking awful when i put color in it.
So a secret. I am rubbish at colour, it’s 100% the thing I struggle most with besides backgrounds but I have learned a cheat from my good friend @magicelum who taught me about how to fuck with gradients (follow him cause holy crap his art is absolutely stunning)
So… I start off with the flat colours and some shadows
For this one I used the gradient tool in photoshop and a red colour on Screen mode.
Then used the same tool but on a different layer on Lighten mode with a blue colour.
Finally I made her hair look all glowy by using a soft brush with a reddy-orange colour over her hair, with the layer on Divide mode.
Now looks all cohesive and like I actually know what I’m talking about when it comes to colour!
Minseok would stay quiet while he watched you pick through what you like. “Those are nice,” he pointed out to a plum coloured pair of briefs. “You could sleep in those and my shirt.”
Junmyeon would end up giving you underwear he thinks would look good on you. “All these are awful. You’ve got zero fashion sense,” you laughed, going to return the underwear. “I’m very fashionable.”
Yixing would use this time to shower you in as many compliments as possible. “You’d look amazing in these!” “These ones would look so cute on you!” “You need to get these ones! You’ll be realy sexy!”
Baekhyun will be distracted while trying to imagine what you look like in some of the sexier items that are offered. He’d pull your hand until you got to the lacy section and stood next to you. “I came here for boxers, Baek,” “But you need some lace… I need you to need some lace.”
Jongdae would be annoyed that you weren’t able to try anything on until you got home, so he just stood by you, trying to imagine you in whatever you picked up.
“You alright?” you asked as you noticed his distant look. “How long until we can go home and I can se eyou in them?”
Chanyeol would be in his element. He’d spend 90% of the time in the shop trying to find underwear that match so you could wear it together.
“We need to get these!” he grinned, holding up the matching bear underwear. “We’re adults, Chan,” you laughed. “But we’ll look cute when we hang out and sleep!”
Kyungsoo would try his best to help you pick out some underwear, but often failed at picking something in your style. “What about these? They look sensible and comfortable,” “They’re neon yellow…”
Jongin would be bored, so he’d entertain himself by dancing to whatever song was playing in the store. If you needed his opinion on something, he’d give you his full attention.
Sehun would be flustered. He’d stay as close as possible to you while you tried finding something you liked. “What do you think of these?” you smirked, handing him a pair of black lacy panties. “They’re sexy,” he said quietly before his cheeks turned an even darker red.
genre: idek anymore angst? smut? (i promise there will be more smut in the upcoming chapters)
summary: part 5 of this trash i call a series
word count: 3.9k (specifics: 3,942)
warnings/triggers: fighting, swearing, sexual stuff…
“I love you.”
Jimin didn’t know what to feel. Did she mean it? Or am I just a second choice…
The surrounding silence was nauseating, he felt her shift knowing he had to say something but what? He knew one thing for certain and couldn’t lie about it…
“I love you too y/n.” he couldn’t deny that.
A million thoughts raced through his head as he lay beside you patting the crown of your head gently, staring up at the dark ceiling. He wanted to believe you… but just couldn’t yet. He was always second place to Jungkook. If Jungkook didn’t fuck up, would you still have had said it to him.
He knew it wasn’t the best time to ask if you had meant it, but with his heart ringing in his ears and a tiny voice gnawing at the corners of his mind, he had to ask…
Mustering up enough courage, he took a deep breathe about to tell you- but bit his tongue when you laid a chaste kiss on his chest. He couldn’t ask now…
Right now, he just wanted to revel in this moment with you; where he was surrounded by your scent, feeling your breath fan against his skin, letting his fingers tangle through the strands of your hair and laying in each other’s warmth as you both settled down to go to sleep.
“Goodnight y/n.” He sighed, internally wishing that morning would never come, and drawing you closer.
“Goodnight Jimin.” you yawned, nestling closer to him and shutting your eyes to sleep.
The early shades of dawn filtered through the curtains and the incessant buzz of your phone awoke you. If it weren’t for Jimin’s sleepy face being the first thing that you saw through heavy lids, you would’ve of been in the absolute worst mood, but seeing him soundlessly asleep with the amber tint, of the early rising sun, kissing his skin, made you lips curl into a small smile as you unravelled yourself from Jimin’s limp grip and grabbing your phone from your bomber.
Please tell me you’re not too hungover to work today…
I need you :(( boss gave me the whole 11 hours… BY MYSELF >:((
no no i’m completely sober… shoot me.
i’ll come in today, i have a lot to tell you…
SPILL. and THANK YOUUU <3
Jimin stirred on the bed, you looked up to see him upright with furrowed brows and barely opened lids.
“Morning.” you smiled.
“It’s cold… what time is it?Why are you up?” he rasped, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s so early.” he groaned, “do you have work?”
“Mhmm” You hummed in reply, as you walked up to the bed, leaning over to kiss Jimin’s puffy cheek.
“y/n…” he whispered scratchily.
He bit his lip, as you perched onto the edge of the soft mattress. His hesitation made your stomach stir slightly.
“We need to talk about… this.”
“What do you mean?” you blinked, that feeling in your stomach become more prominent.
“I don’t want to say this, especially not right now… But I can’t ignore it and I can’t let it go on.”
“What is goin-”
“Do you really love me?” He blurted. Instantly looking guilty.
Your stomach dropped. You felt the colour drain from your face. What?
“I want to believe you y/n. I really do. But i- i- just don’t know. Something in my head is telling me, that this happened by luck or chance or- or something. That if Jungkook didn’t…you know… you wouldn’t be feeling this way.” You bit the inside of your cheek, at his words. “Please say something so i don’t feel awful.”
“I-um…” You swallowed thickly. Were you really sure how you felt? Was what Jimin said true? “I should get ready for work… Get some sleep okay” You smiled, but Jimin noticed how it didn’t reach your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” he muttered, although it felt like a huge weight lift of his shoulders, a vacant look took over his eyes as he watched you disappear behind the locked bathroom door. He groaned as he sank back into bed. He felt so bad. what if he had just fucked up everything with you… But he just couldn’t take how it felt so… forced; Of course he wanted this with you, he always had… but not when it was like this.
Hearing the bell of the coffee shop door, you truly felt as if you could finally breathe. It was like you held your breath as you got ready and crept out the house, not making any possible noise that could wake Jimin up.
“Happy birthday.” Hana grinned as she handed you a gift bag. You laughed opening the glittery bag and pulling out what was inside.
“More alcohol. Love it.” you joked as you put your stuff away in the cloakroom.
6 slow hours passed, with barely anyone entering the shop. Which gave you plenty of time to catch up with Hana, in between serving the odd customer; and of course that meant telling her everything.
“Woah… So… Jungkook and Jimin.” She slowly summarised, more to make sense in her head than to clarify.
“Yep.” you sighed.
“You hoe.” She joked, lifting up the mood in the empty coffee shop.
“Shut the fuck up Hana.” You replied as you both turned into raging fits of laughter.
“Is that Minah as in Kwon Minah?”
“Um, yeah, why?” You asked, eyebrows arched.
“I think I’m going to start working with her tonight…”
“Yeah, she works at a bar, not at all far from here. I just got a part-time there, and i’m starting tonight.”
You slowly nodded, internally wondering how the world was so small that something like that would happen…
“Y/n… I get Minah’s pretty and everything, but I don’t understand why Jungkook would do that to you… It just… doesn’t… add up.”
“Minah’s a solid 10 and i’m a 2 at best.” You protested, “But i get what you mean, I don’t understand how he could just-”
“Well i think you’re about to find out…” She whispered, eyes bulging. Following where she subtly pointed at. You turned, your eyes flinching as they caught his. You swallowed harshly, your toes curling into your shoes. You didn’t look up at all, your eyes stood ground,trained onto the cash register.
“Welcome to the mocha lab, can i take your order.” You curtly said, fighting temptation to look him, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but it was like you physically couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
that voice. it just made you want to burst out in tears, as if the uneasy feeling you had in your stomach didn’t want to make to throw up and faint already.
“Order something or get out.” you spat, out of the corner of your eye you even saw Hana backing away from the counter and into the cloakroom.
“You have every right to hate me but I just need to tal-”
“Jungkook.” You warned. “I really fucking can’t right now.” You tried so hard to keep the tears at bay.
“I’m sorry y/n-” You bit your lip so hard to keep yourself together that you could faintly start to taste blood. “-but please. talk to me.” His voice was so… so… broken. “please y/n i’m begging you. please… i miss you.”
Although it was so painful to hear him beg like that, and you still needed answers. You knew you couldn’t. It physically hurt to be near him. Your mind was screaming for an explanation and wanted to just jump in his arms and forgive him… but the heart remembers what the brain forgets… and it raced inside your ribcage, like how it felt when you saw the mess of clothes on the floor, storming in on him and Minah…
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You could barely finish the sentence as your voice started to break. After a couple seconds of silence in his hesitation you heard his slow heavy footsteps leave the place.
You immediatelysank behind the corner bawling. Hana sprinted over, taking your shivering figure in her arms.
“sshh, its okay, shhh.” she whispered as you took deep breaths. “that was so brave. I’m so proud of you.”
“thank you” you whimpered as you steadily composed yourself. “I can’t even look at him.” you laughed, but inside your heart was straining, as his broken voice rang throughout your mind. “I don’t know if I could ever speak to him again…”
“As much as i hate to say it… and i totally get you, but you need to talk to him. You need answers y/n… it’s the only way you can really know how you truly feel for either of them. Because it’s not fair on you and it’s not fair on Jimin”
she was right.
You bit your quivering lip, thinking about Jimin. You couldn’t deny that there was attraction there. And last night. Last night. He put you first in front of everything, he was hurt too but made sure you were the one okay. With him, it’s genuine. It’s decided. It’s real. It’s there. He wouldn’t change his mind or even think to ever betray you like Jungkook. With Jimin before and after the whole Jungkook mess, you felt loved, platonically and romantically. he was your safe haven.
“y/n?” Hana said, snapping back into reality. By then you stopped crying. She helped you stand back up. “Are you okay?” she asked, to which you nodded in reply. “I’ll lock up, go home my love, get some rest.” She insisted and you thanked her as you both headed to the cloakroom to get your things.
“Good luck with the new barmaid job.” you called out from the door before you left. She gave you small smile as you shut the door.
The sun had set ages ago because of winter, the street were dully lit with street lamps. You pulled your jacket tighter, sighing watching your breath condense and float idly upward. You began the walk home, pulling out your earphones and listening to music. A few steps in, you felt as if someone was following you, you pulled an earphone out and turned to look behind. Your eyes scanned the seemingly deserted street. You felt uneasy, so you abandoned the music as you cautiously continued home.
This time you heard the footsteps, growing faster and faster, and before you could break out into a run you felt a hand grab your wrist. On instinct you turned, and kicked the figure in the genitals. You watched as a familiar figure sink onto the floor bracing themselves in their affected area.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE JUNGKOOK!” you screamed, heart racing, annoyed at the fact he had just given you one of the biggest heart attacks of your life.
“Okay… I deserved that…” he rasped and he stood up again.
you huffed, but at least this time you could actually look at him without wanting to cry.
“Please can we just talk again.” He whined. “I get you hate me. I get you never want to see me again. But please. I don’t want to never see or talk to you again on how things ended.”
You felt his stare on you as you remained silent, with your arms folded. You did deserve an explanation.
“You have 10 minutes.” You murmured.
A smile lit up Jungkook’s face. It felt so weird, like you hadn’t seen the Jungkook you fell so hard for until now… like he was someone completely different when he slept with Minah. Maybe it was your stubborn delusional heart that wanted to believe that he didn’t because you believed he wouldn’t. It made you just want to delve into his arms and forget that everything happened. But you couldn’t. Because it did.
He grabbed your hand but you flinched away.
“This doesn’t mean we’re okay.” You warned.
His face dropped but still, he gave a small smile, “Just follow me then.”
Although you looked down to the pavement, you felt his stare on you. He led you down some familiar streets and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking you, and why.
“You do realise you have 7 minutes left right?” You tutted, finally rolling your eyes and keeping eye contact with him.
“We’re here.” He sighed. And when you looked round, you were stunned at where he led you. How did you not notice? This was the park you, Jungkook and Jimin used to always play at when you were children. You subconsciously smiled and walked further in, as if gravity was pulling you there. You were drawn to the swings, and you reminiscently ran your fingers down the metal chain. “How are we for time?” Jungkook grinned, interrupting your flashbacks.
You cleared your throat, embarrassed that you got lost in your thoughts when you should’ve been mad.
“Why are we here. This doesn’t change anything.” You spat keeping up the defensive facade, eyebrows knit together.
“It’s obvious you remember this place.”
“Well done for stating the obvious. 5 minutes left Kook.” You scoffed.
“Kook.” He laughed and you internally kicked yourself for letting that slip. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere.”
You groaned in vexation, like a little kid throwing a tantrum. He sat down on one of the swings and signalled that you do the same. You hesitantly took the other one, but he smiled in victory when you did.
“4 minutes.” You warned. His smile dropping once again.
“I brought you here, because I need you to remember it.” You furrowed your brows, at his words. It wasn’t until you followed his gaze to the castle play structure, that you shivered. You remember it now.
It was your 6th birthday and you were here with Jimin and Jungkook, it was oddly sunny for a winter day and so the park was crowded with small children like yourselves.
Jimin was racing ahead, climbing up the the ropes to get to the top tower where Jungkook already was, and because you didn’t want to be left alone you followed them up, at a much slower pace, because of your scrawny figure and lack of upper body strength. You had always feared heights but you feared being alone more; and so you struggled and slipped your way to the top where they were.
It was when you got up, you had realised how high you were and panic began to set in. You burst out into tears and Jimin and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.
“Go get y/n’s mum.” Jungkook nodded to Jimin, who set off instantly. He then turned to you, who was quivering on the platform. He crouched down. “It’s okay.” He smiled but you just wouldn’t stop screaming and crying. He himself panicked, it was your birthday and he didn’t know what to do and did something impulsively and without thought. He reached forward, grabbed your face and kissed you. You were in a state of complete and utter shock, you forgot about crying. You just stood bug-eyed with Jungkook smushing his face against yours. When Jungkook let go, a huge grin took over his small face. “It worked!” he cheered, while you just remained still, frozen in place as you realised: you just had just both had your first kisses with each other.
You remembered how after, it was like you couldn’t breathe, your heart was going more than 200 miles per hour. You felt a mad hot blush spread throughout your wind-pinched cheeks.
“You remember.” He muttered spotting the tinge of red upon the tops of your ears and cheeks.
“Look I know nothing I say will ever make up for what I did to you last night y/n. I don’t know why I did it and god I feel so stupid… I know that’s pathetic of me to say, but she was my first ever love, so she had this sort of hold on me and when she came to the house in tears and a blubbering mess and just kissed me… It felt like that moment on the top of the tower and I just didn’t know what to do and I acted on impulse, I forgot about everything like an idiot and ugh… And this-this is going to sound fucked up and unbelievable-but I swear, all I thought about was you.”
“You don’t expect me to just fall for that are you.” You scoffed.
“Not in the slightest. And I wouldn’t blame you if you just left right now either. But I just wanted you to know it was a mistake and I’m so sorry and if i could tell my 6 year old self, I would’ve made you mine right there and then.” Looking into his empty eyes, it broke your heart. “I know it doesn’t make sense, and i fucked up beyond repair but… I love you y/n and I still want you.” Tears started streaming down his face and you felt so guilty that tears started to well in your eyes. In that moment, Jungkook grabbed your wrist, you excelled forward and he pressed his lips against yours; and just as you were about to give into the temptation of melting into the kiss, he pulled away. “I’m not going to keep you any longer.” He muttered, but held you a little longer. “Goodnight my love.” He whispered before he walked away. You bit the inside of your lip as you watched his back disappear into the night.
You groaned as you opened the front door to the apartment, tossing your bag and Hana’s gifted wine on the couch. The walk home was miserable. You were more confused with how you felt for either of them.
“Jimin?” You called out, but was met with silence. You got your phone out and realised you had 5 missed calls and 14 texts from him. At least he didn’t just leave… Still you were overwhelmed with incoming feelings, you flopped onto your bed, you felt as if you could just bawl for hours just to release everything. You wanted to scream at how confusing and fucked up things were. You shot a text at Jimin saying you were home and if he could come back after Jaebum’s ‘guy’s night’, you took of your coat and threw it onto the floor, but it landed with a slight thud that made you jump slightly. The only thing in your jacket was your phone. Curiousity flooded your sense so you jumped up and fished something out of your pocket.
It was a small gift-bag labelled:
It was meant for yesterday - kook
Hana had worried about you getting home, on her walk to the bar. She had just gotten out of one uniform and wasn’t at all excited to jump into a new one. The laid back buzz of the bar lifted her spirits slightly, as she entered, the overall decoration and atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed than what you would expect from a normal one. is this like high class level for a bar?
She nodded as she turned to the voice, finding Minah leaning over the bar counter.
She was taken back by Minah’s bratty attitude. It’s literally 7:17. i was 2 minutes late. For matter of first impressions and the sake of actually keeping the job, she answered with,
“Yeah, don’t be late again.” Minah snapped. I’m going to kill her… Hana thought as she put up a tight lipped smile and nodded.
“Here’s your uniform, change in the staff toilets for today, but we expect you to show up in that. okay?”
And again… because her mother had taught her ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’… she just smiled and nodded.
The uniform wasn’t anything special, but it was formal: a white collared shirt, dress pants, black suspenders and a gold name badge. She fixed her hair and re-touched on her makeup before hanging her stuff up in the cloakroom and finally finding her place behind the bar counter.
It wasn’t long till Minah came back from serving a table, coming back to train her on how to make different cocktails, where the different glasses were kept, which tables were where and more on the job.
“Got it all.” Minah smiled, more out of common courtesy, but it was easily readable in her eyes that she did not like Hana one bit.
“Yeah, thank you.” there came the tight lipped smile again.
“Any questions, just come find me.” Minah added before slipping away to a table. As if… Hana rolled her eyes as she walked back to her place at the bar counter.
“Can I get a- Oh my god, Hana.”
She looked up to find Jimin with a half smile and half surprised look on his face.
“Hey.” She smiled back.
“You work here now? What happened to The Mocha Lab barista job with y/n?”
“That’s for the daytime, i work here at-”
“Jimin hi!” Minah sang, shoving herself in front of you. Where the fuck did she come from? she was all the way at the other side of the room??. Hana internally laughed at the scene. “What can I get you~” Minah carried on. This is disgusting, Hana thought, backing up, it was clear Minah didn’t want her there.
“Um Hana’s already getting me a whiskey on the rocks thanks.” Jimin replied, making Hana stop with Minah shooting daggers at her.
“Hana… darling.” darling? “Could you get some more Whiskey glasses from the back?” Although it may have sounded nice, her stare made it seem like an order. Hana glanced down and saw a whole row of Whiskey glasses by Minah’s knees. But to avoid anything happening, she just did as she was told.
Hana came back with a tray of Whiskey glasses and placed them on the counter by Minah.
“Oh my bad, I forgot we had a whole row of them…” Minah faked laughed, making Hana sick… “Just stack them with the rest.”
“Where’s Jimin?” Hana asked, hiding her sarcasm, sounding like she actually want to start a conversation, whilst she organised the decorative glasses.
“Back there with his friends.” Minah replied ogling at the table in the far right corner. “we’re like a thing.”
Hana wanted to burst out laughing… Jimin was with you (well ish) only one boy makes that mistake and that just so happened to be Jungkook already. Jimin wouldn’t ever.
“Really…” Hana gasped, secretly enjoying the fact Minah was oblivious to the fact Hana knew everything. Hana stood up again from crouching, readying her phone in her pocket to sneak off and tell you everything. “I need the loo, excuse me.” and when Minah nodded, she was off.
Hana rushed into the bathroom ringing you. Pick up, pick up, pick up, this is so funny…
“I’m sorry but the person you’re calling-”
Hana sulked as she tried again, but with no answer, she contemplated texting you but wanted to wait to tell you in person to see your reaction.
She walked back to the bar, surprised to find Minah not there.
Where’d she go?
And that’s when Hana heard her shrill giggle. She looked to where it came from and fell gob-smacked at the sight.
Hana didn’t want to believe it, but seeing the way Jimin’s arms wrapped around Minah’s figure as they kissed, Hana raised her phone…
a/n: WHAT DID I JUST DO. I HATE MYSELF…
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