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stormy nights || stiles stilinski (smut )

word count: 3550

prompt: my smut for lacrosse week!

warnings: smut, swearing

author’s note: this is my first solo smut and i hope you guys like it! let me know if i should keep writing smut. please leave feedback on this!

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Worry

When Harry is so much of an overprotective Dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.

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What Happens In Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fighting, smut, rough smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Dean (sorta), Dom!Reader, Sub!Reader, gambling, smut, use of sex toy, smut, oh…did I mention smut?

Word Count: 3819

A/N: This was written for @avasmommy224 birthday smut challenge. My prompt is in bold and please forgive me for this lol I had an idea so out of my comfort zone and ran with it. Please leave feedback! it is welcome and appreciated

There will be a part 2 later today!!!! Maybe even a part 3 in the future!

You love your job, plain and simple. You were probably one of the few people who had the pleasure of saying that but it was true. Sometimes things got a little heated but you were more than equipped to handle just about any situation tossed your way. You had just dealt the halfway mark of the current blackjack game at the casino you worked at. It was a table full of testosterone to say the least. One guy is burly with tattoo sleeves down both arms, definitely someone to steer clear of in any kind of hostile situation, the next is a bit smaller than him and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s slightly built and has the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen and every now and then you catch those eyes travelling up and down your physique; what’s visible due to the waist high blackjack table that is. You catch yourself having to fight a smile back every now and then whenever he looks up at you and sends you a flirty wink or two. Casino rules and expectations can be very tricky and the wrong hand gesture or facial expression can throw up red flags, cheating was severely frowned upon and anyone was a suspect.

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The Price of Privilege - Part 2 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Exactly how many days of the entire four month period could you spend locked in your room?

Two. The answer was two.

May had ventured out long before you even considered leaving your bed; having diagnosed you with some terrible mental illness brought on by stress, she left in search of a cure.

She came back with cake and after a few sugary bites you decided a shower was in order.

With the cake came news from the rest of the mansion that you stuck your nose up at, refusing to hear anything about this terrible family that would raise a terrible son like the man you were betrothed to.

With the obvious plummeting of your mood since May had rescued you from that kitchen, she was certain that something awful had happened. But May, being May did not pry. She hugged you in your sleep and rubbed your back and brought you food and snacks and even offered to let you use her phone as much as you wanted to FaceTime with your sisters.

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Every Other Weekend pt. 1

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,345

Warnings: language, divorce, angst, cheating

A/N: i got the idea of this from “Every Other Weekend” by Reba. (and “When You Love Someone” by James TW) flashbacks are in italics. also my first attempt at switching perspectives will come in a few parts. let me know what you think, and as always, let me know if you want to be tagged.

Tagged: @defendors @thorne93 @winterboobaer @marvelfandom-stuff @all-around-geek @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“Bucky, stop.” You screamed. The tears streamed down your face as you watched him throw pieces of clothing into a suitcase.

“This was a mistake.” His eyes never met yours.

“I’m sorry?” You could no longer hear yourself over the ringing in your ears.

“Us…everything.” With that, he zipped the suitcase closed and wedged himself between the wall and you, out of the room and out of the house.

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Sidgeno Actor AU anon fic

(A wonderful little fic I’m posting for an author who’d like to remain anonymous!! This is NOT written by me! Please read this it’s so cute and I love it to death)


The first time Geno sees Sidney Crosby he’s crying into Tanger’s shoulder as Sid learns how to walk again on the big screen.

Tanger scoffs and pushes him off as Sid takes his first step after a year and a half in a wheelchair and the woman sitting in front of them shushes them.

When the lights come on Geno is wiping his eyes and Tanger is rolling his.

“You know I’m fine with you showing emotion,” Tanger says as they file out of the theater. “But could you maybe not do it on my sweater.”

“You not cry. Heartless.” Geno sniffles.

“I’m not heartless, I just know the difference between reality and fiction.”

Geno slaps his hand against the movie poster hanging on the wall outside of the theater and Tanger smiles apologetically at the couples walking past them. “Is based on true story,” Geno says as he taps the small text right beneath the title. “Reality. He can’t walk after car accident. Lose everything. Can’t play hockey. Work so hard and comes back. Scores game winning goal. No heart.”

“You have too much heart. You cried last week at that movie where the dog died.”

Geno chases after him through the lobby. “You cry too.”

“Dogs are different.” Tanger pushes his way through the front doors and doesn’t hold them for Geno. “Everyone cries over dogs.”

“Fine, fine. But he good actor, right?”

“Oh yeah. Sid’s pretty good.”

“Pretty good. He great.”

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Yoongi x Chubby!Reader

Insecure

💊💊💊💊🍋🍋🍋🍋


Warnings: Slight drinking mentioned, self hate, language, slight dirty talk, oral (receiving), all around filth lol

You struggled as you attempted to tug the somewhat tight shirt over your protruding breasts, accomplishing your goal after giving it a few tugs. You moved over to stare in the mirror, looking over your chosen outfit. It wasn’t often you wore tight clothing but you were dressed to impress, anticipating the meet up your boyfriend Yoongi was pulling you to. He’s wanted you to meet the rest of his members and one of your favorite bands EXO and he finally found a time to do so.

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katlady13  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did. 


Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhat angsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!

All’s Fair - Part 3

WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for the smut. SMUT I SAY!

A/N: HR in this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.

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My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk, rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.

It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator flight and an empty stomach.

Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think. At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.

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Ease - Part 9

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 5.1k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

1 ♡ 2 3 4 5 ♡ 6 7 8 ♡ 9 ♡ 10 11 ♡ 12 ♡ 13 ♡ 14 ♡ 15 ♡ 16 ♡ 17 ♡ 18 ♡ 19 - End ♡ Moodboard

The library was quiet. Not that you minded; being around noise all the time tired you out. If you weren’t surrounded by Jungkook’s incessant enthusiasm, you had Hoseok and Yoongi squabbling in your ear. If Taehyung stopped talking for two seconds, Jin and Namjoon managed to fill up the silence just by being in the same room together. Even your home wasn’t quiet, as although Yeona and Jiwon still weren’t talkative, Mijung made it up for the both of them. You’d decided to visit the library on campus while classes were running, so you were certain that there would be only a few people in there.

Scanning through the books, you pulled out a hefty volume that was written in English, the gold lettering on the spine attracting you. However, you were not prepared to see a very familiar face staring at you on the other side of the bookshelf, and in shock, you dropped the large book onto the floor. Wincing at the noise, you gave Jungkook a disapproving look, ignoring the funny face he was pulling to make you laugh.

“Y/N!” he sang happily. “What a surprise to see you-”

Not missing a beat, you picked up the fallen book and shoved it back into place, cutting off his words and blocking him from view. You heard him whine disappointingly, causing a small smile of satisfaction to tug at your lips.  Continuing to scan the books as if nothing happened, you walked further down the aisle, trying to find the exact title you had been instructed to reference for a report due in the next week. You were so concentrated that you failed to notice a book at eye level slipping off the shelf of its own accord until it was too late. As another heavy hardback clapped onto the floor, you jumped backwards in fright.

Looking through the gap that had been created, you came face-to-face Jungkook once more, who still made the same stupid expression that was supposed to make you laugh, but you still didn’t crack a smile.

“Jungkook!” you scolded, aware of the inquisitive looks you were receiving from the other people in the library.

“We need to talk.”

You let yourself consider his words, trying to come up with a nice way of turning him down, but you couldn’t think of anything. A serious chat was not on your itinerary that day.

“Talk about what?” you asked innocently, batting your eyelids at the brown-haired boy.

“About getting over Taehyung. I think…”

Bending down again, you picked up the second book and shoved it back into place. Jungkook was too eager for you to ‘move on’, and although you accepted his help, you didn’t realise how persistent he was going to be.

“You need to distract yourself!” came Jungkook’s voice from the other side of the shelf.

“I’ve already tried that,” you said louder than you had intended, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn around and stare in your direction. “I’ve already tried that,” you repeated, quieter this time, but gritting your teeth in exasperation.

Jungkook went quiet again, and you could picture him biting his lip as he chose his next words. Despite his big plans of helping you, he’d not brought up the Taehyung topic for a few days, letting your mind wonder what sort of bizarre ideas Jungkook was conjuring up. “But you have me this time,” he eventually called out softly.

“Great.”

Turning away to the shelf behind you and shuffling your feet to signal that the conversation was over, you ran your fingers along the spines, although you knew the book you were looking for wasn’t even on that shelf. It’s not as if you didn’t appreciate Jungkook’s efforts; in fact, you were touched that he was willing to go to that much trouble to make you feel better. But your heart and mind still remained loyal to Taehyung. Jungkook made you laugh and was a gentleman towards you, but you connected with Taehyung on a deeper level. He’d seen you when you were screaming and crying and angry and terrified, yet somehow, he still managed to make you forget all about it after five minutes. There was an understanding that you didn’t have with anyone else.

Jungkook, however, was unaware of this, and before you knew it, he’d come down your aisle and tried again with the funny face, his head appearing in front of the random book you had begun to read. This time, you couldn’t help giggling at the way his mouth twisted and his eyes rolled upwards, but you shook your head at the same time to show your objections.

“You’re so lame,” you muttered, pushing him away and pretending to swat him with a book.

Yah, I’m trying to do you a favour!”

You bristled a little at his tone. “Jungkook, I’m trying to get some work done. Tell me what you want to say before I actually hit you.”

“You need to wean yourself off Taehyung,” he said proudly, as if he’d come up with the perfect solution to all your problems. Was that the best he could do?

“Wean?” you choked out. “Wean? I’m not a puppy!”

Jungkook ignored your protests. “Put your time into other things until this whole thing has calmed down. You don’t have to completely get him out your life, but slowly detach yourself until you can spend time away from him without overthinking.”

“Whole thing, as in why-Yeji-is-actually-dating-Taehyung thing? Plus, you’re making it sound like I have a problem. Which I don’t, by the way,” you grumbled, “so stop with the ‘weaning’ talk.”

“Well, you clearly haven’t said anything to him about Yeji, so I guess you’re not planning to ever tell him.”

“Their relationship isn’t my business. I also made it sound like I had no idea Taehyung went to the market, so I’m not supposed to have talked to Jimin either.”

“Exactly,” beamed Jungkook, flicking his hair out of his eyes and giving you a toothy grin. “His business is his business. Therefore, focus on your own business.”

Jungkook was like Taehyung in many ways, because they both liked to wind you up and push your buttons. But one key difference was that Taehyung knew when you were in the right mood for a bit of teasing, whereas Jungkook didn’t. And you weren’t in the mood.

“Jungkook, you’re not making any sense,” you hissed, and this time someone shushed you in annoyance at your growing volume. You both looked round at the disruption, but when you turned back, you quietened your voice in consideration. “So, what are you suggesting I do? I don’t want you to get hurt in this, either.”

He looked taken aback that you were considering his emotions, but he didn’t make you elaborate. Jungkook never talked about his feelings, which is why you always believed he was closed off and secretive. Instead of questioning why, you simply forced yourself to get used to it. “Just… put your focus in other things. The first round of the dance competition is in a few days, do you remember?”

Of course you remembered. On top of everything else, the audition for the competition was looming closer, and you’d been practising every day with or without Jungkook and getting your strength up while trying to remain flexible. The first round was so that you could take part in the show, as there were a lot of entrants and only a few spaces available in the actual performance. This was the make or break round, because if you didn’t make it into the show, all your hard work would’ve been for nothing. The prize money still looked appealing, but the competition meant something more than that now. It would prove that sometimes, hard work does pay off and you’re not always trying when there’s only false hope. Like when you try for Taehyung.

But you didn’t tell Jungkook of your worries. He had complete confidence in his dancing abilities, so you allowed that courage and self-assurance to leech into you as you spoke. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this in the bag,” you nodded confidently.

“We need to practice more,” Jungkook replied bluntly, giving you a hard look.

You simply frowned. “What? But we’ve been practicing so much this week! I think my legs are about to fall off because I’ve been jumping around so much. Also, I barely have time to study because of this, so I couldn’t practice more if I tried.” You were aware that your whispering was getting louder, but Jungkook was fuelling your irritation. More and more people were turning around at the pair of you, their pens hovering above paper as they watched the drama unfold.

“Y/N, there’s always room for-”

Luckily, Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence, because if he did, you were certain you would’ve knocked him out with a book. But unfortunately, it was the sound of your phones ringing that cut him off, both your ringtones echoing loudly around the library. You felt dread form in the pit of your stomach and you saw one of the librarians appear at the end of your aisle, their face stony.

“Run,” muttered Jungkook, and he grabbed your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction of the librarian. You heard her shout angrily, but Jungkook was fast and, half dragging you behind him, and you were out of the library in no time, your phones still going off. There was something exhilarating about running away from the various staff members, and you caught yourself grinning at the absurdness of it all. Jungkook, too, was smiling widely.

Checking the caller ID of your phones, neither of you were surprised to see Hoseok and Yoongi’s names flashing up on the screen.

With the embarrassment fading as well as your annoyance, you evened out your breathing before answering Hoseok’s call. “Hoseok, everything okay?”

“Y/N! I thought you would never answer,” came his panicked voice, far from his usual bouncy tone. “Can you do me a massive favour and come over to the shop? I need your help.”

You looked up at Jungkook who was on the phone to Yoongi, and it seemed that Yoongi was also delivering the same distressed message, as Jungkook’s eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline in bewilderment.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll start walking now,” said Jungkook, also ending his call.


Arriving at Cake Corner, you immediately understood why Hosoek was so worried. Every inch of the place was covered in sponge and cream, from the windows to the stained cushions. It looked like a bomb had gone off, but you couldn’t help noticing how the pastel colours added highlights to the café. However, you didn’t tell Hoseok or Yoongi of your observations, because their faces looked stricken and frail as they gaped at the mess, and telling them it looked pretty wasn’t going to help the situation.

“What happened here?” questioned Jungkook, his eyes wide.

“Kids,” was all Yoongi said, using a dustpan and brush to get rid of the remains of cake.

“Some parents decided to bring the children’s birthday party in here,” Hoseok explained, “and there were only two parents supervising. Yoongi and I were in the storage room for a couple of minutes, but when we came back, they were already in the middle of a food fight.”

“Scared all the customers away,” Yoongi grumbled, ruffling his black hair as he glanced around, overwhelmed by the mess. “We’ve got our manager coming around at 8pm to do some stock checking, so this has got to be gone by the time he gets here, otherwise we’ll be sacked.”

“There’s always supposed to be one of us on the till at all times, and if he checks the cameras, he’ll know that neither of us were there.”

You and Jungkook nodded, still slightly in awe at how much devastation a few kids could make. “Don’t worry, we’ll help,” you assured, nudging Jungkook out of his stupor with your elbow, urging him to agree.

Hoseok bounded over and gave you a firm hug in gratitude, with Yoongi sighing in relief. Quickly getting to work, Hoseok paired up with you to work on getting the cushions the right colour, while Jungkook and Yoongi were on the other side of the room sorting out the windows and floor. However, Hoseok must have regretted his decision pretty quickly, as you leapt at the chance to complain about your earlier conversation with Jungkook.

“…it’s not like I need to stay away from Taehyung, he just wants me to. That’s not the same thing, right? I know I’m taking this way too far but I can keep my distance from him when I want to, and I don’t need to be trained, like a dog may I add, to do so. Plus, he was going on about having more practice for the first audition? You’ve seen me in that dance room. I practically live there now. I’m perfectly good at dancing, thank you very much, and I’ve got this routine down.”

The older boy giggled throughout your rant, and by the amount of concentration put into cleaning the soft fabrics told you that he’d barely listened to anything you told him. “Take it seriously, Hoseok,” swatting him with a tea towel.

“I am!” he replied defensively, plonking down on his butt so that he was no longer squatting, and then stretching out his legs with a satisfied sigh.

You can dance, but you can’t lie,” you mumbled in English, half tempted to tickle his socked feet in petty revenge.

“Yah, I understood that!”

“Y/N, can you help me with something in the storeroom?” Yoongi came up to the two of you, shoving one hand in his pocket as he looked down at the collapsed Hoseok. Hoseok’s eyes shot open, giving Yoongi questioning looks, but he must have received some sort of signal from his friend as a flash of understanding crossed his features.

“Yeah, good idea Yoongs. Go on, Y/N.”

You knew something was up; you weren’t oblivious, and Hoseok definitely wasn’t subtle. But seeing as you couldn’t figure out why Yoongi needed you in the storeroom, you went along with his plan anyway, throwing a quick look over your shoulder to see Hoseok slip down further until he was lying flat out on the floor.

Laughing to yourself, you followed Yoongi behind the tills and into the back room. You sincerely hoped it wasn’t to do with organising shelves, because that would create more damage than there was to begin with. However, once you stepped in, you saw Jungkook sitting down on a cardboard box just as you heard the lock click behind you.

“Wait, what?” stammered Jungkook, seemingly also unaware of why he was in there. “Why did you lock us in?”

“Sort out your problems between you!” came Yoongi’s voice through the wood. “If I have to hear another complaint, I’m going to go mad!”

Spinning round, you cast an accusatory scowl at your dance partner. “Have you been complaining about me?”

“Have you?” he shot back.

“Yoongi, let us out!”

“Not until you stop fighting!”

In a sulk, you strode down the room and threw yourself down on a box, crossing your arms in protest. Although it wasn’t a serious fight, you were stubborn and Jungkook was hot-headed, so neither of you spoke or even looked at each other for several minutes. Hearing Yoongi’s footsteps fade as he walked off, you had the sinking realisation that you were going to have to come to an agreement about Taehyung. You understood why Jungkook was so anxious to get you away from him, but he wasn’t taking into consideration what sort of friendship you had with Taehyung. Sitting there while throwing a strop, you pondered why Jungkook hadn’t figured out why you were so reluctant to ‘move on’. You’d told him enough times why Taehyung was your best friend, but he didn’t seem to accept that fact. On top of that, because he refused to talk about himself, it was hard to pinpoint the reason behind his actions. Maybe he’d never had a best friend before, could that be it?

“Y/N, I’m sorry for making you sound like a dog,” he said weakly, barely loud enough for you to hear. You huffed out a small laugh, but he shuffled on his seat restlessly. “No, seriously. I’m jealous, can’t you see?”

You could. After feeling jealous for so many months, watching Taehyung laugh and smile and love someone else, the way Jungkook behaved was all too familiar.

“I hate myself for it,” he sighed, hiding his head in his hands and looking completely dejected. This was enough to shake you out of your grump and sit down next to him, rubbing his back in repetitive motions with the ball of your palm. However, you stayed quiet, knowing that if he was having trouble talking, then coaxing him was going to be the opposite of helpful. This had happened many times with Taehyung, as he’d always clam up more if you tried asking questions.

“You like Taehyung, and not me, I get that. But I don’t want you to think that I want you to stop obsessing over him just so you can spend more time with me. I want you to learn that if someone doesn’t appreciate that a beautiful person has a crush on them, then that person needs to move on. Find someone who does appreciate them.”

“I know where you’re coming from,” you said truthfully, trying not to blush about being called beautiful, even if it was an indirect compliment. “Although Taehyung doesn’t see me in that way, he still cherishes our friendship. Don’t you cherish ours?”

Jungkook didn’t reply, his mouth forming a thin line. You mentally kicked yourself, realising how your words could’ve come across as inconsiderate as you reaffirmed the fact that you were only friends.

“It’ll stop me worrying that you’re crying over him,” he swallowed, his expression subdued and his eyes hazy. You were already hurting him, and you hadn’t even begun to let him help you.

The idea of Jungkook liking you had only crossed your mind briefly, as you didn’t want to get yourself caught up in emotions. But you had still thought about it, and you couldn’t lie: it felt nice knowing that someone took an interest in you. Especially Jungkook, who was sweet and humble and had been a great friend to you the past couple of months.

Hesitatingly, you tried to explain yourself. “I can’t admit that I like you in that way, too,” you mumbled, “because I’ve been fixated on Taehyung for so long now. I’m sorry, Guk. I’ve been doing to you what Taehyung’s been doing to me. I’ve been ignoring your feelings because it felt like the easiest thing to do, all because I don’t want to cause you any pain. From first-hand experience, I know that I’d much rather have someone tell me they don’t like me than keep me in the dark.” You grabbed one of his hands and pulled it away from his face, squeezing his fingers.

“If you want me to leave you alone because you feel uncomfortable, I will, and I’ll understand,” he nodded.

“You’re a good person, Jungkook. But… I guess you are quite cute, so who knows.”

It was a lame attempt to lighten up the mood, but it worked, as Jungkook muffled a laugh with his hand. “Only quite? Wow, that’s harsh, but I’ll take it.”

He took your hands in his as he smiled, making your heart jolt slightly. You weren’t sure whether it was because you knew it was intended as a romantic gesture, or due to the shock of his forwardness. “Would you ever consider dating me?” he asked you gingerly.

Your breath hitched. Biting your lip and forcing yourself to keep eye contact, your mind reeled for something to say. How come in movies it looked so easy? In reality, your gut was twisting, not wanting to lie and fake your feelings.

“I’m not sure, Guk,” you admitted.

He nodded, the smile he wore not quite reaching his eyes. “At least think about it.”


You went home just before 8pm, your back aching and your limbs exhausted from cleaning. Hoseok demanded to walk you home, linking arms with you and happily telling you stories about Yoongi’s sleep talking habits. After he’d left, you dragged your body through the house until you reached the door to your dorm, your mind focused on grabbing some food and going to bed early. However, what you weren’t planning on was seeing Taehyung slumped against the front door, dozing with his arms crossed against his chest and his mouth slightly open.

“Tae? What are you doing here?”

Taehyung cracked open an eye, but when he realised where he was and who was standing there, he leaped up, straightening his jacket and muttering apologies.

“I didn’t mean to come this late, I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes open wide. “I really wanted to see you and I should’ve checked to see if you were here, but I thought a nap sounded like a better idea.”

So much for spending less time with Taehyung. “How did you get in the building?” you asked incredulously.

The familiar mischievous glint appeared in his eye. “I found the spare key.”

“Taehyung!”

“Are you going to let me in or not?”

There was no point in arguing with Taehyung. If you ever came close to having a falling out, Taehyung would always change the topic or apologise, just to stop the conversation from entering dangerous waters. A cheeky grin stretched across his face, knowing that he’d won.

You sighed wearily. “No boys are allowed in, including carrot heads.”

“Not even cute carrot heads?” He puffed out his cheeks and poked them with his fingers, hoping his charm would be enough to persuade you.

Not even bothering with a reply, you pushed him out the way of the door and let yourself in, motioning for him to stay where he was. Going around the house quietly, you knocked on all the bedroom doors and looked inside, checking to see if anyone was home. Luck seemed to be on Taehyung’s side, as the coast was clear.

“Okay, you can come in, but if any of my housemates find out that you’re here, you’re coming to my funeral and you’d better cry.”

The first thing Taehyung did was explore every nook and cranny of your home. He examined the bathroom, the fridge, the cupboards, and every food packet and every flyer stuck on the pin board, while you sat on the sofa and watched the inquisitive boy poke around. Although Taehyung had never been there before, it didn’t feel strange to see his slim frame plodding around your house barefooted. No matter how much pain Taehyung put you through, the joy and comfort he brought always outweighed the negatives.

Eventually, you showed him your bedroom, and observed as he picked up a photo frame of the two of you with a tender smile on his face, rubbing your frozen grins with his thumb. The picture was taken when your families went to Japan together on holiday, and you and Taehyung had decided to go up the Tokyo Skytree at night. Taehyung had his eyes closed in the photo, and it was also slightly blurry, but it brought back a lot of good memories that the quality didn’t matter.

“I was so happy back then,” said Taehyung slowly, gently placing the frame back in its place. “We didn’t have a care in the world.”

“Aren’t you happy now?” you asked softly, trying to not let the sudden feeling of worry enter your voice.

“I am, I really am. It’s just… things are a lot more complicated now.” He turned around to face you, but his expression was blank and you failed to grasp the true meaning behind his words. Taehyung refused to meet your eyes and instead peered around your room, and you knew he wasn’t going to open up easily. Whatever was bothering him he obviously found hard to talk about.

Looking around your room for something to say, your gaze fell upon the pile of blankets on your bed. With an idea forming, you began pulling out each blanket and draped them between your desk and your bed, creating a makeshift shelter. Taehyung quickly figured out what you were doing and helped you build your blanket tent, setting pillows and cushions on the floor to sit on and plugging in a lamp in the corner to provide light.

When you got the idea, you weren’t sure whether Taehyung would join in on your plan, as the last time you created a blanket tent was during middle school. It was originally Taehyung’s idea; in the tent, you could talk about all your secrets and problems, with nothing being off limits and no judgements about whatever was spoken. Usually you were the one doing most of the talking, as Taehyung’s friendly and sociable nature ensured an easy ride through his school years. But he seemed to think it was a good idea as you both crawled in to your newly resurrected tent.

“So, Kim Taehyung, what’s troubling you?” you began, grabbing a blanket and sitting down next to your friend, watching him fiddle with his fingers.

He licked his lips but didn’t say anything, and you could practically see his mind looking for the right words to say. “It’s hard to explain,” he breathed. “It’s probably just me overthinking things, and it’s probably not even true, but… I feel like something’s up with Yeji, you know? Everything’s going fine, there’s nothing wrong, but there’s something missing.”

Forcing yourself to breathe regularly, you asked, “Missing, how?”

“I’m not sure. She’s always been lovely to me, but the other day I saw her with Jimin and they were having an argument. Yeji walked away upset, and when I asked her what was wrong, she wouldn’t tell me. Ever since then, she’s been acting different. So, I asked Jimin, and he said it was nothing to worry about. But I am worrying. Yeji doesn’t treat me how she used to. She’s still wonderful, but it’s not the same anymore, and I don’t know why.”

Guilt was clogging your lungs and punching your heart, but there was nothing you could do. If you told Taehyung what you knew, he would be broken, and it would take a massive toll on your friendship. What could’ve Jimin said that would upset Yeji? Should you tell him now, while you still had the chance?

“I might just be paranoid,” Taehyung continued, not sounding entirely convinced, “but it’s just been getting me down. I wanted to see you because you always cheer me up somehow. Even if you don’t think my carrot hair is cute.”

You snorted, nudging his knee with yours, but your heartstrings tugged as he spoke, knowing that Taehyung’s presence made you feel the same way. Taehyung laughed, looking brighter and more relaxed than he had earlier.

“You don’t need to give me advice. Thanks for, you know… letting me talk,” he said shiftily, his neck going slightly red in embarrassment. “It’s silly, I know. But enough about me. There’s something I want to know, too.” A panic rose in your chest, wondering what dark secret he wanted to unearth. “Y/N, what do you do with Jungkook every morning?”

There was a moment’s silence where you let Taehyung’s question settle in the air, but all thoughts of Jungkook faded as you heard the electronic beep of the front door as someone entered. One of your housemates was home.

“Quick, we need to get you out of here,” you hissed, pushing Taehyung from behind as he scrambled out of the tent.

Luck still on your side, as the bedroom door that opened and closed was in the distance, meaning Jiwon was home. If it was Mijung or Yeona, getting Taehyung past their shared room that lay opposite yours would’ve been difficult.

Putting a finger to your lips, you entered the main area of your dorm, taking off your slippers so you could tiptoe quietly across the wooden floor. Taehyung had a death grip on your hand, not wanting to be left behind as you led him through your house and down the steps, inching past Jiwon’s room where you could hear her taking off her raincoat. Your heart was in your mouth, praying that she couldn’t hear the slight squeak of one of the steps down into the foyer. Slowly and painfully, you slipped on your shoes and made your way to the front door, freedom in your sights, but at this point, your luck ran out.

As soon as you heard Jiwon come out of her bedroom, you bolted, flinging open the front door and yanking Taehyung along.

“Y/N!” you heard her shout behind you, but you were gone, racing past your landlady’s door and out into the cold night air.

The rain was coming down heavily as you stood outside panting, slowly getting soaked as your heart pumped furiously.

Taehyung, on the other hand, let out a small chuckle. “Your face,” he spluttered, and soon he was doubling over as he laughed and laughed. It caught on, both of you in stitches as you shakily recovered from your dramatic exit.

You could feel the rain drowning your skin and clothes, your hair sticking to your face in clumps, but Taehyung still gave you a beaming smile. “You’ve got to go and face her some time,” he pointed out.

“Let me live for a few more minutes.”

He paused his shivering briefly, looking slightly unsure about something. However, it must have been the night to bring back old traditions, as he stretched out his hand for you to take in yours. “Care to join me for a dance?”

“In the rain? How cheesy.”

But you took his hand all the same, and before long you were spinning and twirling in the puddles, getting more and more wet by the minute. Taehyung’s hair deepened to a burnt orange colour, but his smile remained constant and ever-glowing. Not once did he let go of your hand as you threw your head back in delight, feeling the water splash onto your eyelids. Taehyung continued to giggle, pulling his familiar dance moves with added sound effects to accompany them.

It was just like the night at the Tokyo Skytree; a moment where you felt on top of the world, and no one was going to take that away from you.