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I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

fanfic writers are truly amazing. they spend some of their free time preparing and writing a story so we can enjoy it for free. we will laugh, cry and revive our favorite movie, show or book with brand new ideas and interesting plots that this authors are creating for our (and obviously theirs as well) entertainment.

I know a lot of people don’t take fanfics seriously, but as long as they make fans happy they aren’t such a bad thing. And not all fanfics are poorly written, on contrary, some of them are pieces of art. I know people who write beautifully and they use that ability to write fanfics because that’s what makes them happy.

What I’m trying to say is that we should appreciate this people’s work. I don’t think it is a childish thing just because some of them suck and are actually written by children. That happens with all genres, right? Some books may suck whether they are young adult, sci-fi, romance…

So appreciate this, please, and let other people be happy doing whatever they like.

you know that feeling when you have like 36 fanfics ideas but then your start writing and you can’t finish the first chapter of any of them and you feel like your mind is falling apart

You know who has the potential to be a really terrifying villain? 

Gilderoy Lockhart. 

We can all agree that Lockhart does a lot of messed up shit in pursuit of attention… but what if you take it a step further?

Lockhart knows what he’s doing is bad… there’s a level of guilt involved, which is why he tries to hide it. With each story he steals, each person he obliviates,  he starts to tell himself, convince himself, that this is for the best… he’s relieving them of a burden and they’re happy to do this for him! Everyone really wants what he wants, deep down

He lies to himself over and over again, attempting to justify his actions and relieve the nagging guilt until one day it becomes his truth. Everyone wants what he wants. Everyone wants what’s best for him

The guilt is gone. 

But what if it doesn’t end there? 

This ‘truth’ extends to everything… not just his pursuit of attention and fame. No matter what he wants, or what he does, he believes that everyone feels the same. 

Each thought that enters his head, each desire… he starts to act on… because if there’s no consequences, no chance that he’ll disappoint someone, then he no longer has reservations. 

Every intrusive thought, every impulsive urge, Lockhart carries out. 

Because there’s no one else. It’s just him… his desires, his ambitions, and everyone else is there for his use, because they want to be. 

I’m telling you guys… enhance of few of Lockhart’s existing qualities, and he could be one terrifying villain. 

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“Then why don’t you come here and try it, asshole!” Keith yelled while keeping his gaze fixed on Lance. “I don’t give a shit about blowing myself up along with you! These two McClains have nothing to lose!”


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How to Get More Clicks on your Fanfiction

B/c for some godless reason, I managed to get a piece of trash fic moderate popularity over on ff.net, so I might as well teach some of you people how to fake it til you make it. Plus, I can’t tell you how many times I didn’t read a perfectly good fic just because either something in the title, description, or format destroyed whatever interest I had. 

I’m going to split this up into 3 sections: Title, Summary, and Format.  

Title

  • Either write the title with proper capitalization or none at all. 
    • By “Proper Capitalization,” I mean capitalizing every word in the title except for prepositions (to, on, with, by, etc), pronouns (your, her, him, etc), or article adjectives (a, an, the). The only exception are if they are at the start of the title or the pronoun “I.”
    • All lower case titles are usually really long, like song lyrics, and for shorter works of fiction. 
    • Just please, for the love of God, don’t just  capitalize the first word and leave the rest in lower case, that looks so lazy, please.
  • Length is also important, so try one that reflects your story’s tone. Long titles give the impression that the work is more poetic and prose, while one word titles seem very serious. Metaphors and similes can seem pretentious while titles of popular songs are overused and cliche (Example: search “Angel with a Shotgun” on ff.net.) You want the title to be memorable. 
  • Song titles and lyrics are fine, but only if they have to do with your fic. No one actually cares either way, but it still helps to set the tone of the story.

Summary

  • Please, for the love of all that is holy, write a damn summary. Don’t leave it blank for only the tags to explain, don’t just write “Read and find out,” just write a damn summary. Your readers want to know what the story is about. People like different things and no matter how good your title is, it’s not going to help people determine if they’re clicking a horror story or a romantic comedy. 
    • Also, stop writing things like “I suck at summaries!!! :(” No. Bad writer. If you admit you suck at summaries, then you basically admit you’re bad at writing. That’s probably not true, but to the average reader, it’s the same thing. Have confidence. 
  • If your story contains a certain AU that’s extremely popular (For example: Coffee-house AUs), then mention them in the summary, especially if there are no tags like FF.net. Place it at the end of the summary so the potential reader will have to read the entire summary to get there, increasing the chances they’ll read. 
  • Quotes are… overused, but that’s understandable. The writer wants to showcase their writing, and in many cases the quotes they choose do exactly that. Just make sure you choose good ones that showcase the story. Is it a comedy? Funny quote. Is it a romance? Kissy quote. Is it horror? Scary quote.
    • If you want your summary to just be this quote, then… you can, but it’s the same as being vague unless it’s a REALLY good quote.
    • In terms of placement, it’s up to you to place it at the beginning or the end. Read it out loud to see which sounds better. Just don’t be a weirdo and put it in the middle.
  • Do not mislead people in summaries. Do not describe the story as lovely fluff if someone gets murdered in the opening paragraph. Do not mislead the audience, for the audience has pitchforks and fire. 
  • Always do a last minute read-over of your summary for spelling and grammar. No text speech unless it’s a text fic.

Format

  • PARAGRAPHS
    • YOU NEED PARAGRAPHS
    • WHEN YOU CHANGE LOCATION, TIME, OR SPEAKER, PLEASE GO TO A NEW PARAGRAPH. It doesn’t matter if paragraphs are only one sentence long. It doesn’t matter if paragraphs are one word long. We’re not in grade school, you don’t need 5 sentences per paragraph anymore. 
    • In fact, kill the idea of long paragraph after long paragraph forever. Readers need variation in sentence structure and paragraph structure. A short sentence after an extremely long sentence feels like a breath of fresh air; it’s the same thing with paragraphs.
  • While writing in certain tenses isn’t as noticeable as the whole paragraph thing, if you start in past tense, try to keep it in past tense. If you started in 3rd persona point of view, don’t switch to 1st halfway through the story.
  • Keep excessive author’s notes at the bottom unless they are urgent, like you’re in the hospital and you won’t be updating for a few months. EDIT: Or if you are not a native English speaker. As long as you mention that, most people will be a lot more forgiving of spelling and grammar mistakes (Some people will even volunteer to beta for you!).
  • Excessive misspellings and grammar mistakes. Buy a spelling checker, find a beta reader, just please don’t constantly misspell common words and write only in sentence fragments. Pretend you’re going to publish your fic if you have to, just dont right lik dis.

When you’re reading fanfiction and the tags are hyping you up n shit. And then you actually read the fanfic and

Originally posted by runlovelaughforever

Fun fact: I was once scrolling through fanfic I evountered this fanfic with beautiful tags and I was like, “Yes, 9,000 of pure smut? Sign me up”

Bitch those 9000 words were the entire fUCKING BEE MOVIE SCRIPT

LIKE, DONT PLAY WITH MY KIRIBAKU FEELINGS

The easiest way to get people to trust you is to be a bad liar.

Anyone who stopped to think about it would know that Varric’s not. He’s a storyteller, rogue, and occasional spymaster. If he wasn’t quick on his feet, he wouldn’t be alive. He certainly wouldn’t be half as popular as he is.

But the Seeker demanding answers is willing to believe that she can see right through him. She’s underestimated him. The whole damn Chantry has if this is the interrogator they sent. It’s more than a little insulting. Useful, sure, because he knows Hawke is still safe within 15 minutes of being rudely dragged from the Hanged Man, but he can’t help but feel like he deserves a more practiced captor. Still, he needs her to limit her stabbing to books. (Another demeaning gesture. He burned through more than one contact at printing presses during his time with Blondie’s illegal manuscript. Getting this book reliably printed was difficult.)

So he starts with the story he wants to be true. Heaving bosoms, shining armor, effortless battles with the heroes getting nary a scratch for their troubles. Every word is an outrageous lie. The Seeker’s bullshit meter might need work, but she’s clearly seen enough fights to know what he’s saying is impossible.

When she calls him on it, Varric tells her the unvarnished truth instead. He tells her about exhausted, terrified refugees fleeing from a war they could never win, about seemingly endless enemies coming from all directions. He tells her about a near conflict with the only other people they had seen in days, religious beliefs ingrained so deeply that they nearly came to blows in between the corpses of monsters. About a dead sibling left on the side of the road, because they didn’t have time for anything more.

By the time he reaches Flemeth’s involvement, Varric knows she’ll believe anything he wants her to.

__________________________

He still tells gentle lies, of course. He has a reputation to maintain.

The dramatic meetings, the nasty fights, the gangs jumping from roofs and appearing from behind large crates - all of it is at least exaggerated. Part of it is vanity; even a Champion’s day to day life can be boring. Mostly though, he’s testing the Seeker’s limits, seeing what she knows. Not much, he realizes pretty quickly, and that’s a relief. There’s little to hide in the early days. There’s much more later.

__________________________

He delivers the serious lies with the same straight face as before. Everyone noticed Anders’s worsening demeanor and openly disapproved. Of course no one knew what Anders was planning. Even Hawke. Especially Hawke. They shared a bed for years and a heart for even longer than that, but somehow, that slipped through the cracks.

There’s a moment where the Seeker scrutinizes him, and Varric worries that he made too much of a point earlier about how bad of a liar Blondie is. If she suspects Hawke of being involved or realizes that Varric has been running a similar charade, the past few hours have been for naught. But her thoughts are on how the explosion worked exactly, and Varric is glad to truthfully say he knows nothing about that. His thoughts were elsewhere when it happened.

His feelings about the situation are complicated, to say the least, but his loyalty to his friends runs deeper. The Chantry isn’t interested in Anders right now; they’re interested in Hawke. Not that it would really matter - both of them are more than capable of defending themselves and each other - but he’d rather they stay hidden.

“I wish I could help you,” he tells the Seeker, and that’s the biggest lie of all.

BTS / Mafia AU - They’re jealous

REQUESTS: @dcwonderwoman54: Can I ask for an arranged mafia au for bts where they get jealous?

anonymous: what i’d like to request is Mafia! au BTS when someone flirts with their s/o.

WARNINGS: overreaction, exaggerated jealousy, all of that unhealthy stuff + strong language & some sexual themes

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7


Jin

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Jin was just watching. Observing. Plotting.

The guy at the bar of the restaurant had to arrive to talk to you as soon as Jin left to the bathroom. He was still talking to you with no intention to leave you alone whatsoever, so that meant he’s been running his mouth for about five minutes now. That’s five minutes too long.

“Get your ass up from my seat and out of the restaurant in the next fifteen seconds if you want to keep your head attached to your shoulders,” Jin growled, stopping right behind the guy.

Slowly, the guy turned around, a cocky smirk still plastered on his face. “Chill, man, I was just—”

“—leaving!” you finished for him, jumping up from the bar stool where you’ve been sitting before. “He’s leaving.”

The guy turned to look at you, licking his lips before opening his mouth. “Am I leaving, baby gi—?”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Jin charged. Jin’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw and sent his head flying to a side as blood splattered from his mouth to his cheek. You gasped, jumping away.

“Fuck, Jin!” you yelled, looking around at the people who have turned to stare at the three of you, shocked expressions on their faces. “We’re at a restaurant!”

“Fucking shit, man!” the guy echoed, wiping the blood from his cheek. “I was just talking to her!”

“The only thing you’re going to be talking to is my fist,” Jin replied, not a single trace of compassion on his face.

“You need to get the hell out of here,” you told the guy, knowing very well that Jin wasn’t going to repeat his warning, but he sure as hell would repeat his actions and punch the guy again. However, the guy didn’t seem to grasp that. “Are you deaf? Leave! Now!”

Finally, your louder tone got to him and he nodded, glaring at Jin one more time, and then almost sprinting out of the restaurant when Jin pretended to run after him.

“The punching wasn’t necessary,” you grumbled, annoyed, yet aware that you should have been used to this behavior already. Jin was impossible to change.

“His entire existence is unnecessary,” Jin shot back, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the restaurant. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh. That’s the first smart thing you’ve said tonight!” you said bitterly. “Let’s leave before the police gets here.”

“No,” Jin replied, stopping suddenly, so he could turn to look at you and let his eyes reveal the true intentions for leaving. “Let’s leave so I can show you who you belong to.”


Suga

Originally posted by sugagifs

The audacity of the guy who was so obviously flirting with you really took Yoongi by surprise, so it took him about twenty seconds to locate his gun in the back of his jeans, behind his jacket, when it usually took him five.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yoongi’s hand move behind his jacket and it didn’t take a genius to understand what he was going to do. You had no doubt Yoongi would actually shoot the guy right then and there.

“You’re really nice,” you told the guy who kept incessantly asking for your phone number. “But I have a boyfriend.”

“Come on, babe,” the guy continued. “He doesn’t have to know.”

Just as you opened your mouth to give him another subtle warning, you knew your boyfriend had done it for you. The guy in front of you stood up straight, feeling the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of his head.

Slowly, he turned around to face Yoongi – or, rather, Yoongi’s pistol – and immediately raised his hands, all color draining from his face

“I’m s-sorry, man,” the guy said, somehow immediately understanding that the man, pointing this gun at him, was exactly the boyfriend you’ve told him about. “I was j-just talking.”

“Pathetic,” Yoongi spat, hearing the guy stutter. “Where’s your cockiness now, you fucking son of a bitch? What were you so keen on not letting me know, huh? Come on, tell me all about it. What were you planning to do with my fucking girlfriend even when she told you she wasn’t interested in you, you pathetic dick?”

“N-nothing. I was just talking,” he repeated. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, I swear.”

Yoongi laughed dryly, having heard you tell the guy that you were taken. “Just how stupid do you think I am? On second thought, there’s no need to answer that. I’ll—”

“Yoongi, let him go,” you cut in, noticing the way Yoongi took the safety hook off. “He’s not worth the scene.”

Yoongi’s eyes drifted to you and almost immediately as he saw your disappointed – yet nervous – eyes, he started to lower the pistol.

“Get the fuck out of here, loser,” Yoongi snapped at the guy. “If I see you again, you’re fucking dead.”

The guy didn’t bother to reply with anything – he didn’t even thank you for basically saving him – as he immediately broke into a jog and ran down the street, away from you, his dignity long lost.

You sighed, glancing at Yoongi who had extended his hand for you to take. “You overreacted.”

“You underreacted,” he shot back, smiling softly when he felt you take his hand.

“That’s not a word,” you told him, staring straight ahead so you wouldn’t have to look at him and the smile that was back on his face.

Yoongi’s smile turned into a smirk after you said that. “You won’t be able to know any words when we’re done tonight.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by almostsurprised

You and Hoseok trusted each other… to a certain extent. Both of you could name a few instances where you’ve gotten jealous and felt the need to interrupt each other’s conversations to announce your presence.

This night was one of those instances. Hoseok had a meeting with a businessman at a casino and he brought you – his lucky charm – along and then ended up having to leave you at a bar as he had to play poker with said businessman, while you weren’t interested.

When Hoseok returned an hour later – after having won the game – he found you laughing at something a guy standing next to you had said. Since he was too occupied with the game, Hoseok hadn’t checked up on you, so he had no clue how long you’ve been talking to this stranger but he could tell the guy was enjoying your company a little too much.

“I’m back, love,” Hoseok announced, instantly leaning in to place a kiss to your cheek in a rare public display of affection. “Hope you weren’t too bored.”

“Oh, no, I actually met—”

“We can head out now,” Hoseok interrupted, not interested in hearing anything about the guy next to you and how he’s entertained you while Hoseok was gone. “Do you want me to get your coat?”

“Yeah, let me just finish my drink,” you said.

Hoseok nodded and continued to stand next to you, refusing to leave your side now that he knew there was another guy here, waiting to have your attention focused on him.

However, you were feeling uncomfortable now, so you sighed, putting your drink back down on the bar and stepping off the bar stool.

“Let’s go,” you said and gave the guy you’ve been talking to before an apologetic look. “I’m going to go. It was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Y/n,” the guy replied, seemingly unphased by Hoseok’s sudden appearance, which irked Hoseok even more.

As soon as you and Hoseok were out of the casino and ready to go home, Hoseok gave you a sharp look.

“I’m glad you had a great night,” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Even without me.”

“I had a shitty night,” you shot back, already having expected him to be bitter about the new acquaintance you’ve made. “You couldn’t have expected me to just have fun by myself for an hour while you were playing poker. Sure, that guy kept me company, but I was bored out of my mind. I don’t know why I came here with you.”

“Well, then,” Hoseok said, his mood changing within seconds, as he opened the car door for you. “The night is still young. Get in. I’ll make sure you don’t regret going out with me tonight.”


RM

Originally posted by rapnamu

Namjoon was one of the most mature people in the Mafia you’ve ever seen. He handled everything gracefully, diplomatically, and with this subtle arrogance that slid past most people’s eyes but made you really impressed by him. He knew his worth and he made sure people respected it.

So, when the two of you headed to have dinner at a new restaurant that had opened downtown and you found out that the owner of the restaurant was your childhood friend, Namjoon was slightly unnerved, but kept his posture. That is, until said friend arrived to say hi to you and wouldn’t stop drooling over you.

“It’s really been too long,” your friend said. “What do you say we get a cup of coffee someday?”

Namjoon cleared his throat dramatically, earning concerned looks from both of you. “Sorry, something’s stuck in my throat. Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Uh… sure,” you said awkwardly, giving a quick smile to your friend. “Will you excuse us?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll see you around,” your friend said, waving at you as Namjoon lead you towards the exit of the restaurant.

You had assumed he’d want to talk outside so no one else would hear, but as soon as the two of you walked through the door of the restaurant, he took your hand and just kept walking.

“Joon,” you said, confused. “Where are we going?”

“To a different restaurant.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “What? Why? We haven’t even tried the food at this one.”

“We’re not trying anything there,” Namjoon replied, his face still collected, even though his hand was now tightly squeezing yours. “I didn’t like… the atmosphere.”

“The atmosphere,” you scoffed. “Sure.”

Namjoon gave you a look. “Well, of course.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re jealous. Pointlessly, might I add. We were just talking.”

“I am not jealous. I don’t get jealous. I’m never jealous.”

Namjoon could tell how pathetic this sounded but he had too much pride to admit the truth.

He was jealous. Very much so. And that is why, he was taking you to a different restaurant, never talking to you about this again, and later, making sure your mind was occupied with him and him only.


Jimin

Originally posted by mewchim

Jimin had a tendency to get irrationally jealous about the smallest things but instead of getting extremely possessive, he just turned clingy and needy. It was truly fascinating to watch him suddenly become overly warm to you as soon as you focused your attention on your neighbour’s puppy for too long.

When it came to other people, however, Jimin was different. His neediness manifested itself in rough and aggressive behavior that you’ve only witnessed when he was doing business.

You weren’t expecting that side of Jimin to come out on the street, where you ran into an old friend and shared a hug with him. Jimin held your hand all through it, basically pulling you away from him. And when you gave Jimin a weird look, you were met with his angry eyes. Here we go…

“So nice to run into you here!” your friend said, making you turn back to look at him. “How have you been doing? You look great!”

“Thank—”

“We need to go,” Jimin stated, already pulling you in a different direction from the guy.

“Uh, right,” you said, choosing to just go with it or you knew Jimin would cause an even bigger scene. “Sorry. Great running into you. I hope to see you again!”

Your friend gave you a wave as Jimin started to walk faster, trying to put more distance between you and the guy as quickly as possible.

“No need to be so rude,” you mumbled, letting Jimin know that even if you went with him, you still disapproved of his behavior.

“You hope to see him again?” Jimin countered instead. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! It’s just a nice thing to say.”

“A nice thing to say,” he repeated. “What else would you have said to him if I hadn’t pulled you away?”

“That my boyfriend is an idiot,” you retorted. “I don’t understand what your problem is, Jimin. He just said hi to me.”

“He hugged you.”

“That’s how people say hi!”

“He was looking at you with sex in his eyes.”

You scoffed at this. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

But Jimin was still watching you, his gaze ruthless.

“I’m not going to share you with anyone,” he said then.

“Yeah,” you replied. “You proved that to him.”

“I proved it to him,” he said. “It looks like I’ll have to prove it to you, too. Multiple times just to make sure you really know you’re mine.”


V

Originally posted by samwol

Taehyung and you were supposed to meet up at a park close to your house for a date night but he was running late. Some unplanned business had made him reach the park twenty minutes later than he had planned. Once he got out of his car, he literally sprinted to the bench where he knew you’d be waiting, but he stopped short once he saw you because you weren’t alone.

A guy dressed in sportswear was standing next to you, laughing at something you’ve said and making Taehyung want to shoot him on the spot.

“Hey, babe,” Taehyung called out to you from across the street before jogging towards you and kissing your cheek as soon as he was next to you. “Sorry I’m late. I texted you about the stuff I had to take care of.”

“It’s okay,” you said, giving him a smile and then turning to look at the guy you’ve been talking to before. “I’m going to head out. It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too,” the guy replied, a wide smile on his face. Taehyung was ready to wipe it off his face with his fist. “I hope I can see you again sometime.”

You smiled as a response, allowing your boyfriend to guide you away from the guy and towards his car.

“So,” Taehyung said, not even trying to conceal the bitter tone in his voice. “Who was that?”

“I don’t know, some guy stopped by to tell me I looked like one of his classmates from school,” you replied. “Funny story, I actually happen to—”

“I’m sure it’s really not that funny,” he cut you off dryly.

You frowned, a little taken aback by the way he interrupted you. “What’s your problem?”

Never one to admit his feelings just like that, Taehyung ignored your question. “We’re going home.”

“Home?” you asked, confused. “I thought we were going to get dinner.”

“We were. I’ll cook you something at home,” he said. “Because if one more guy, who isn’t me, tries to hit on you, I swear I’ll kill them all.”

“Taehyung,” you said strictly, knowing that he’d stay true to his promise. “We were just talking.”

“That’s the way you see it,” Taehyung disagreed. “But he wanted to have sex with you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’m a guy,” he replied matter-of-factly. “And I want to have sex with you basically 24/7.”

“That’s kind of unrealistic.”

Slowly, a smirk appeared on Taehyung’s face. “Is that a challenge? You know I never say no to a challenge.”


Jungkook

Originally posted by hoshiimochi

You didn’t know Jungkook was here. And, truth be told, he wasn’t planning on coming here, either. He knew you were going clubbing with your girlfriends, so he agreed to go out for drinks with his friends. He couldn’t have possible known both of you would end up in the same nightclub.

You were on the dancefloor, laughing at something your friends have just done, while he was leaning against the railing of the balcony overlooking the dancefloor, his eyes never leaving you. He followed every movement of your body until his eyes caught a male figure behind you.

“Hold this,” Jungkook told his friend, handing him his glass as he started to walk towards the stairs.

“Where are you going?” his friend called out after him.

“Y/n’s here,” Jungkook replied simply and his friend needed no further explanations.

Jungkook was on his way to claim what was his.

By the time he finally reached the dancefloor and managed to walk through the thick crowds of dancing bodies, you were already yelling something at the guy, while he kept trying to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Hey!” Jungkook called out, his angry voice booming over the loud music of the club. “Get the fuck away from her.”

The guy was clearly drunk as he stumbled on his feet, attempting to turn around to look at Jungkook, while you frowned next to him, not having expected to see your boyfriend here.

“Hey, man, I’m just talking to her,” the guy replied.

“Talk to someone else,” Jungkook snapped, approaching you and wrapping his arm around your waist. “She’s not interested.”

“Whatever,” the guy said, clearly not in the mood to be starting any fights tonight.

He turned around the next second, disappearing into the crowd, while you turned to Jungkook, not knowing if you should ask him what he was doing here or thank him for saving you from that creep.

“We’re going home,” Jungkook stated before you made your decision.

“W-what? Why?” you asked. “That guy backed off. And I was screaming curses at him anyway, didn’t you see?”

“I saw that,” he said, leaning in closer to you until the smell of his cologne mixed with alcohol overwhelmed your senses. “Now I want you to scream something else. For me only.”


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