Nothing had changed, nothing was different, and neither of the two had mentioned the passionate kiss in Betty’s bedroom, that warm fall morning.
And Betty was pissed.
Did it mean nothing? Was he just trying to calm her down? Did he regret it? Well I mean it was obvious that he did, the way he avoided her at all costs only seeing her in group settings.
Maybe that kiss didn’t mean anything to him, but to her? It was everything.
He had calmed her down with just the touch of his fingers on her shoulders, when he pressed his lips to hers she felt clarity, all of the stress and blur of her parents corrupting her mind was cleared and she could see everything for what it was.
“To be continued.” She had whispered in the floral print bedroom.
She wasn’t going to confront him about her feelings she had done that once already with Archie and it had blown up in her face. Never again.
So that’s what brought her here, sitting bundled up in her windbreaker shooting glares at the beanie wearing boy across from her, said boy doing anything to avoid her eyes.
“Well would you look at this? Who is this Motley Crue? Care to introduce me cousin?”
Everyone turned at the voice directed their way and nearly everyone gasped at the Jughead look alike standing cockily with his arms crossed adressing Jughead.
“Souphead.” Jughead grumbled, sighing he got up to embrace his apparent cousin.
There was obvious tension there, but the love was also prominent.
“Souphead?” Veronica laughed out loud “your name is souphead?”
The handsome teen, nodded lazily his long blonde hair shaking in the chill of the wind. He was really something to look at, same piercing blue eyes as Jughead, same facial structure and same lazy posture, the only difference was his long blonde locks, fairly similar to her own.
“It’s a nickname. Juggie Gave it to me when we were kids. It stuck, I guess.” Suddenly the boys eyes had caught on to hers and he was smirking
“And who is this ravishing creature? Aren’t you gonna introduce me cousin?” The blonde boy took her hand and kissed it. Betty blushed bright red and jughead practically ripped his cousin from her hand,
“That’s Betty and she’s not interested.” He growled causing souphead to quirk an eyebrow, oh this would be fun.
Affronted Betty glared at the boy in front of her
“I’ll decide who I am and am not interested in, thank you very much. It’s nice to meet you …soup head.” She smiled her brightest smile, purposely turning away from Jughead.
“Please beautiful, call me Dylan. It’s my real name after all.”
She giggled softly, flipping her blonde ponytail.
Jughead thought he might throw up, he was gonna rip every inch of his annoyingly persistent cousins hair out of his head. And Betty, what was she doing? Souphead was not her type, he knew Betty, she needed someone smart, someone who could keep up with her, someone who would be interested in her and her only. That was not souphead, he was worse than Archie.
He watched as the rest of the gang introduced themselves, Cheryl practically eating him alive with her eyes.
“So Dylan..” Cheryl started
“Call me souphead, Dylan is reserved for particular special people,” his eyes wandered over to Betty again, shooting her a wink.
Cheryl seemed physically shocked, no one chose Betty over her. A fact Jughead could never wrap his fingers around.
Dylan continued “speaking of special people, I heard from a few people that Betty cooper was the go to guide when it came to touring the school? Care to share, my beautiful blonde twin.”
Betty blushed again, glancing over to Jughead. He was pleading with his eyes. Don’t go with him, stay here. He’s nothing but trouble. It almost seemed as if she was going to say no, the way her eyes softened. But then
“Hey, if you’ve got a boyfriend you can say no, I totally get it.”
The soft look in Betty’s eyes glazed Over and they hardened again.
“No. no boys are interested in me, come on Dylan, let’s get to it.” She said determined, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the courtyard.
Kevin snorted from his left as Jughead stared with wide eyes and slack jaw.
“You messed up my friend.”
Archie slapped a hand to his shoulder, nodding sympathetically.
“Tough break pal.”
Shaking his friends hand off he hopped out of his seat. No way. He was not about to let Dylan souphead jones, steal his girl.
Up ahead Betty was walking next to Dylan laughing at a dumb joke he had made about Cheryl, when he abruptly stopped.
“You like my cousin?”
Betty reeled back
“I uhh.. I umm.”
“It’s okay, I see the way he looks at you. He likes you back, as much as I love messing with him, he’s been through a lot. I don’t want him getting hurt. Just so you know. I know karate.”
Betty giggled before sighing
“I appreciate your concern for your cousin, nut you don’t have to worry. He’s not interested in Me. He’s a good friend is all, I’m content to admire him from a far.”
Dylan smirked looking at something behind her head. “Not interested hmm?”
Suddenly the sharp baritone of her very favorite boys voice rang out from behind her.
“Hey!” It called.
Whipping around to see Jughead walking dangerously fast towards the pair, tripping on his always untied laces, her eyes widened.
“ what the he..?”
“Get away from her souphead, maybe your tricks work where you’re from but they aren’t gonna work on Betty, you’re not her type. She knows better that to let a player like you get in her head.” He was fuming and that just spurred Souphead on.
Betty opened her mouth to argue but the cousin beat her to it.
“What’s it to you Jughead? What she does doesn’t concern you? She’s a big girl she can make her own decisions.” Her smirked, throwing an arm over her shoulder
Jughead was practically shaking as he tugged on Betty’s hand pulling her out of his cousins hold.
“I care about her! What she does, does concern me. It’s Called consideration, loyalty. Both of which you apparently have none of.
Souphead gripped her other wrist tugging her back to him.
“dude she doesn’t have a boyfriend, I’m not being disloyal to anyone.” He smiled at Betty as she looked around nervously
“IM BETTY COOPERS BOYFRIEND OKAY?!” Jughead shouted loud enough l turn the heads of everyone in the hallway.
Instantly he shrunk low, wincing at the embarrassment.
“You are?” Betty whispered softly, shaking her hand from Dylan’s and moving to stand in front of him.
Jughead lifted his eyes to Betty’s and shrugged, smiling weakly
“Not quite the best way to ask huh?”
Betty just lifted her shoulders and smiled. Jughead sighed, placing his hands in either side of her face, getting lost in her sea green eyes
“I’m no good at this.. thing we have. But I know that I wanna be with you. I tried to push it aside because I didn’t want to get you involved in my ridiculous, drama filled life, but I can’t see you with someone else. It sucks. And I hate the way that it made me feel, so I guess I’m asking you.. do you wanna be my girlfriend? I totally get it it you..”
Betty cut off his rambling with a kiss to his lips
He melted into her, resting his hands on her waist and squeezing her into his body.
She pulled away smiling
“You’re an idiot Jughead jones.”
He laughed “I’m your idiot.”
“You’re my idiot.”
Souphead clapped from behind them
“Well my work here is done. What do you say about introducing me to that pretty black haired girl in the pearls? Veronica, I think her name was? I love the classy ones.”
Betty laughed resting her cheek on his chest as Jughead rolled his eyes.
+ It’s dark when she opens her eyes. Not the dark of late evening, when the stars have begun to twinkle in the sky—when the only sound to be heard is the choral chirping of insects, the darkening of doorways. No, it’s a darkness that knows it will have to fade eventually, a grey dawn that casts their bedroom in a hazy, dreamlike glow.
A nippy, quiet breeze smelling suspiciously of rain tiptoes through the open window and she catches the scent of him on the air. It’s a spicy mixture of cologne and sweat, a warm, enticing blend that clashes wonderfully with the fresh, tingling wetness of an impending storm. She can feel his rough, weathered fingers against the bare flesh of her waist. The tap, tap, tapping of his thumb against her belly. The smooth, hard metal of his ring against her stomach not unlike the steady ringing of a church bell, a far off song, a call to his side.
Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.
high school au + fake dating au
same universe/basic timeline as let me love you
multichaptered for all you youngmin stans!
reader is a second-year in high school; youngmin is a third-year
“What does this have to do with me?” You asked, tossing the
magazine back onto the table. “I’m not the one who’s famous, nor am I the one
who took the picture.” Youngmin glared at you for a moment more before rubbing
his hand on his face, sighing deeply. When his eyes met yours again, his frown
had been replaced by a much softer, more despairing expression.
“I need your help,” he muttered, “I know what I’m about to
ask is a lot, but believe me, if the truth comes out, not only am I screwed,
but you are as well.”
You stared at him.
“Look, consider it payback for you fucking up my uniform,”
he said, leaning against the table. “Here’s the favor: I need you to pretend to
be my girlfriend.”
“Bye.” You spun on your heel, reaching for the door to the
“(Y/N), please.” Something about the desperation in Youngmin’s
voice made you freeze, turning around to face him. “I… I’m desperate. Nobody
can know that I was at that competition, or that I dance. You being my
girlfriend is the perfect solution—you have an excuse as to why you were
talking to me, I have an excuse as to why I was at the competition, and the
press can stop saying that I’m crazy and not fit to inherit.”
Everybody knows the timeless, clichéd love story of two best friends who promised to stay best friends for the rest of their lives. But when one friend develops feelings for the other, of course the other is already in a relationship and the friend is forced to watch and endure the other love and cherish someone that isn’t them.
Usually, the other’s partner seems jealous and arrogant to the friend, leading them to wonder why the other chose them in the first place. But destiny is kind and rewarding, and soon the other realises his love for the friend, ultimately leaving his jealous, arrogant partner behind. The two best friends become lovers and live happily ever after. Sounds perfect, right? But it’s not. Everyone always overlooks the one person who suffers the most.
The day you met Minah, you knew your relationship with Jongdae would inevitably turn into this same clichéd love story. Unfortunately, you were on the losing end of the bargain.
The one where Harry is jealous, and Y/N won’t stop blushing.
This had been an incredibly off day for Harry. He’s been trying his hardest to finish the melody of one song that he’s working on, but it’s just not coming along well. Y/N’s been there watching, hearing him groan or mumble commentaries about how terrible everything sounded, or how his voice doesn’t mix well with the melody. She didn’t see anything wrong about it really, or maybe she’s just a bit too biased because she absolutely adored Harry’s voice.
I wish you would write a fic where...Jason Todd's self-appointed protector and big sister is Cassandra Cain.
The man looks at him as if Jason had an answer. But Jason has no answers. He’s bewildered just like him. They’re two men with no idea whatsoever of what the hell is happening to them.
“What?”, the thug asks from the floor.
“What what?”, Jason retorts, always from the floor.
Black Bat is a tiny, gloomy, dark shadow between them. Jason did not hear her coming, doesn’t even know where she came from. He was fighting Black Mask’s new favorite hit man - the same one that now’s looking at him with something hilariously similar to betrayal on his face - then he felt a shove, and next thing Jason knows he’s on the floor and the thug’s hanging several inches from it, with Cassandra’s hand around his neck. One blink of an eye later, the man was pushed on the floor too, this time with so much brute force that Jason could hear the creaking of bones even from a few feet away.
“What the hell is this”, the man hisses at him again.
Cassandra takes a step forward.
“Sister”, she answers before Jason has the time to even open his mouth.
Her voice is a low, rough, almost feral growl. It’s the kind of voice one would expect tigers to speak with, if tigers ever spoke.
There’s another what hanging in the air, so Jason quickly clarifies.
“She’s, uh. She’s my sister. I suppose.”
“Big sister”, Cassandra specifies.
Cassandra pays him no mind. She crosses the distance between her and the thug in a couple of strides, then finds the man’s throat again, this time with her foot.
“Don’t”, she says.
Wriggling beneath her, unable to move her by one inch even with his full strength, the man still has the balls to ask again, this time in a strangled whisper: “What?”
Jason finds a little unnerving the way Cassandra’s index finger shoots up to point exactly at where he’s lying even if she’s turning her back to him.
The message is so clear that not even the particular example of stupidity still squirming under her weight feels the need to ask for further clarifications.
“O-okay”, he breathes out.
“Good”, Cassandra hums, satisfied.
Jason watches her while she knocks the man out and ties him to the closest street lamp, and still what just happened doesn’t make any sense to him. He’s barely recovered enough from the surprise to stand on his own feet again when she appears next to him: tiny, silent, unexpected and scary as always.
“You- uh, you didn’t have to do that”, Jason grunts. He feels like he should be angry, or feel insulted at least, but he just can’t bring himself to.
Cassandra tilts her head, points a finger at her chest.
“Sister”, she remembers him, and Jason has the sneaky suspicion that she’s smiling under her cowl.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just- don’t do that when the others are around, okay?”
And- yes, this time she’s definitely smiling at him.
You said your girl "demanded cuddles" so I "demand" you to write a fic about Maggie "demanding cuddles" from Alex :)
It takes her a while to start wearing her glasses in front of Maggie.
It takes her a while, but eventually – eventually, when Maggie feeds her and Maggie makes love to her and Maggie laughs with her and Maggie tickles her and bakes for her little sister and protects her little sister and beats Winn at Mario Kart during Game Night – Alex learns that this kind of intimacy with Maggie might just be acceptable, after all.
More than acceptable.
So she wears her glasses now, nearly every night that she gets home at a reasonable hour.
Nearly every night when she gets home at a reasonable hour, when she curls up with a dizzying mix of medical journals, classified DEO reports, and Kara’s articles in CatCo magazine.
The first time, Maggie had spluttered and Maggie had stammered and Maggie had kissed her and undressed her – taking off everything except those glasses – and made her moan and scratch at Maggie’s back long into the night.
The second time, the third time, she’d done exactly the same.
The fourth time, Alex had taken control.
The fourth time, Alex had stripped herself of everything but her glasses and held Maggie down while she ate her out. Held her down while she made love to her passionate, desperate, hot.
They’ve long since lost count of the number of times Maggie’s come home to Alex reading in those glasses, now.
Long since lost count of the tickle fights and cooking together and reading together and fucking together that they’d gotten up to with Alex in those glasses.
Tonight, Maggie comes home and smiles and kisses her woman quietly, happily, because Alex is absorbed in Kara’s latest article.
She eats leftovers from last night cold, and laughs when Alex scrunches her nose in disgust.
She tries reading and she tries scrolling through her phone. She tries listening to music and she tries pouring herself a scotch.
The only thing she wants to focus on tonight is Alex’s skin next to hers.
She lays on the bed next to her and she sighs. Alex smiles at her closeness, but keeps reading.
Maggie sighs again. Alex arches an eyebrow.
“No,” Maggie defends, but her expression gives her away.
“Just let me get to the bottom of this paragraph – ”
Maggie sighs again, and Alex adjusts her glasses. Maggie gulps, because god, is this woman beautiful.
“What do you need, babe?” Alex asks after another minute or so, and Maggie tries the pout Winn’s been teaching her.
“You need cuddles?” Alex grins, and Maggie nods.
“I’ve given it a great deal of thought, Danvers.”
“Have you?” Alex flirts, tossing her copy of CatCo magazine onto her bedside table.
“Mmhmm. And I’ve concluded that cuddles are something I require.”
“Require?” Alex grins, pushing her glasses up on top of her head.
“Listen, Agent Danvers, you all might have cushy equipment and fancy creature comforts in your James Bond spy lab, but us lowly detectives need other things to sustain us.”
“Is that so, Detective? You need cuddles for – ”
“Sustainability. The safety and future of National City depend on it, Alex.”
“The safety and future of National City depend on my cuddling you.”
“You gonna take your clothes off and hold me or you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” Maggie crawls on top of her, asking with her eyes before unbuttoning her oversized flannel.
“Oh, so now you need naked cuddles.”
Maggie kisses her way up Alex’s stomach, paying special attention to her scars, to her stretch marks, to her birthmarks. Alex hums in delight, and reaches down to stroke Maggie’s hair with closed eyes.
“Objections?” Maggie asks, and Alex shakes her head.
“None,” she murmurs through her smile, and she sighs in relief when her bare skin touches Maggie’s, when they meld their bodies together and hold each other close, hold each other safe, hold each other intimate.
“You’re amazing,” she whispers as she combs over Maggie’s hair with her fingers.
“And you’re perfect,” Maggie counters softly, her fingertips skating up and down Alex’s torso, their legs interwined and their foreheads touching.
Warnings; cheating, mild sexual themes, extreme freaking angst…get ready
A/N hello everyone! this is my first time writing on tumblr and I hope that everyone will like the content I post on here! now please enjoy this really crappy piece of writing that I will continue later on
That name is all but too familiar for your liking. Everywhere you go, the name, “Jeon Jungkook” is chanted like a prayer; all under his religion.
Everyone adores him like some god from a Greek myth or a celebrity from an action movie. But in reality, he’s just a normal college student going for a degree in computer science at Seoul National.
You hated every single thing about Jeon Jungkook- from the way he talks to the way he walks. You hated how he’d always kiss up to a teacher to get an extra day to finish an essay or how he’d always ask you for help on the simplest things like cooking rice or how to turn on the heater. You also hated that you were titled one of his best friends.
Because you were in love with the boy that is suppose to be your best friend. Jeon JungKook, your childhood best friend is now someone you force yourself to hate - someone you always downgrade in your mind to trick yourself that you weren’t love with him. That you were in love with your best friend.
But what does that do? You always end up falling for his bunny smile, his built physique, his round doe eyes and his soothing voice all over again. Everything about Jungkook bothered you in both good and bad, if that made any sense. You hated his bunny smile because it made him look like a child. But at the same time, you loved his bunny smile because he looked so innocent. Like someone without a single care in the world.
You could never confess to him what you’re feelings, though. JungKook is a taken man. A man taken by none other than your other best friend, and childhood friend. Hyun ShiYoung. ShiYoung, Jungkook and you were always together throughout your lives. You were all born the same year and had houses right next door from one another, your’s being in the middle of the three. The three of you grew up together, going to one another’s houses on a daily basis or walking to the park that was a few blocks away from where you lived.
Back when you were children, you didn’t have to think about finances, feelings, falling in love, school or even getting hurt. Because you knew that there would always be someone looking after you, someone protecting you. Now, you were all on your own. Thinking back to the times where you were so carefree and innocent made a frown come across your face.
“Why the frown, (Y/N)?” your seat mate asked as he look up from his computer.
You snapped back to reality when you heard his soft voice echo in your mind. Ah, you were in school.
“Nothing, Jimin,” you answered, a weak smile spread across your lips. You shouldn’t be thinking about this now.
“Alright. Just tell me if something’s wrong ok?”
“Mhm. Thank you,” you smiled. Your head then turned back to your computer, trying to figure out how the page you were writing for your paper would link to the thesis you were given. You were a law student, studying at Seoul National, same as JungKook and ShiYoung.
You were midway into a sentence when the professor announced the end of the period, telling you to leave his class in an orderly manner.
“Like that was going to happen.” You inwardly told the professor, knowing how the students in this class were suffering as much as you were, trying to get the year over with. Looking around, you saw students practically running out the door of the class, some even tripping over themselves from walking too fast.
Gathering your things, you put your belongings into your bag as you looked for ShiYoung at the door. She always waited for you after this period, knowing that her professor always lets her class out 5 minutes earlier than your professor. When you saw her smiling face, you sighed as you quickly paced down the steps from where your seat was.
“(Y/N)! You take forever, hurry up! He’s probably already in his car waiting for us!” ShiYoung exclaimed, dragging your wrist the parking lot of the school.
“I still don’t know why I have to come with you guys. I’m just going to third-wheel your date,” you huffed as the two of you continued to walk quickly, approaching a black Mercedes C-350 that was parked with the engine on, waiting for the two of you to enter.
Immediately, you walked to the right side of the car, sliding into the backseat, while ShiYoung took her spot in the front passenger seat next to her boyfriend as they shared a peck on the lips as a greeting.
“Sorry we’re late, (Y/N) here was being a turtle again,” ShiYoung joked as her boyfriend start d driving toward the theater.
“It’s fine. I was only in here for about five minutes anyway,” he smiled, looking back at you through the rear-view mirror. “Thanks for coming with us (Y/N). The three of us haven’t hung out together much after ShiYoung and I started dating.”
“Anytime. You guys are my best friends after all,” you forced a smile to the boy.
“Kookie-ah, what movie are we watching?” ShiYoung looked at her boyfriend lovingly, grabbing onto his hand that was placed on his side.
“(Y/N) gets to pick this one. We picked the last two times already.”
“It’s fine if you guys want to pick! I’m cool with anything,” you said, not caring much about the movie.
“Okay. How about Iron Man? They’re playing reruns of them at the theater we’re going to,” JungKook smiled his bunny smile at ShiYoung, hoping she’d give in. You never really thought about how much Jungkook loved the Iron Man movies until you saw him have a whole collection of action figures.
“JungKook, we saw Iron Man last week for date-night. Can we watch that new melodrama movie that came out yesterday? It looks really interesting and (Y/N) said she wanted to see it too, right (Y/N)?” ShiYoung asked, looking back you with a smile on her face.
“Huh? Oh yeah, that one. Sure, I guess it seemed cool in the trailers,” you answered looking up from your phone.
“Alright then, it’s settled!” JungKook beams.
Throughout the movie, all the two of them would do was make-out and giggle to each other. That made you feel like an absolute third-wheel. Halfway through the movie, you excused yourself to the bathroom after the two of them stopped making out for a good five minutes.
Instead of turning to the bathroom, though, you headed straight to the exit, because what you hated most was that you were head over heels in love with your best friend who was in a relationship with another one of your best friends. And that hurts.
A few weeks after the movie with JungKook and ShiYoung, you were on your couch in your apartment, FaceTiming your friend from high school back in Busan.
“How’s school going down there for you?” you asked JiHoon as he settled down into his chair with a cup of coffee.
“It’s been ok. Bet the schools up there are better though. Busan is still the same as always, which is good, I guess.” JiHoon wasn’t always the man of change. He liked everything staying the same, which is why he is currently still in Busan, studying for a literature degree.
“That’s good. How’s your music going? Still writing lyrics?” you asked, earning a bright smile from him. He always loved talking about music. Music has always been his passion and has always been his dream. But instead of taking a music course and going for an entertainment major, he took up the literature major since he thought he wouldn’t need the music major later on.
“It’s been going great actually! I’ve been working on a song for this one girl I really like. She works at that coffee shop the four of us used to go to after-school all the time,” JiHoon smiles as he thinks about her. JiHoon never tends to take interest in dating and relationships but seeing him happy makes you happy.
“That’s really great! I’m glad you’re happy,” you smile at him as you take a sip of your now-cold coffee that’s been sitting on your small coffee table for the past two hours. “Does she know about your alias, Mr. Woozi?” you joked as he blushed a light shade of pink. He thought up of that alias when he was just 15- when he first started writing music.
“Not yet. Not many people even know that Woozi is me, yet everyone knows who the infamous "Woozi” is. It’s comforting to see people liking my music,“ he smiles. You loved the dedication he put into his music and the meaning of every single song he’s ever written.
"You seem to like the girl! You should make a move before it’s too late.” The encouragement in your voice makes you think to yourself. If you’ve made a move before JungKook and ShiYoung became an item, would you be here now, or would you be wrapped up tightly in JungKook’s arms as the afternoon seeped in?
“(Y/N-ah. Earth to (Y/N)?” JiHoon snapped at the camera of his laptop, bringing you back from your train of what-if’s.
“Yeah? Oh sorry, I blanked.”
“Thinking about him?” JiHoon was the only person beside yourself to know about this crush you’ve had on JungKook for the past four years.
“Yeah, just a brief thought,” you said weakly, taking another sip of your cold coffee. You really needed to heat this up.
“Just tell the him. You’ve been in love with JungKook for four years. Four fucking years, (Y/N). That’s a long time,” he mumbled, writing something down in his notebook.
“I don’t want to ruin anything…” = Oh you’re definitely going to ruin something. You were pinned up against the wall of a frat party. Pinned by JungKook, ShiYoung nowhere in sight.
“JungKook, w-what are you doing?” you asked, barely able to meet his eyes properly. This is wrong. Something’s wrong. JungKook would never do something like this because he is always, always right.
“Don’t act all innocent, ShiYoung. I saw how you were staring bullets into my back over there. Don’t you think it’s weird for my own girlfriend to not approach me at a frat party?” JungKook asked, his voice slurred, evidence of too much alcohol consumption.
Your eyes widen when you hear her name slip out of his mouth. Was he that drunk to not realize you weren’t ShiYoung? Slowly, you looked up at him, eyes widening when you see him biting his lip, making them red and swollen.
“JungKook-ah, get yourself toge-” you were cut off when his lips crashed roughly onto yours, making you gasp. This wasn’t right, you should push him off, slap him, make him realize he’s with you and not ShiYoung. But you didn’t. You let him kiss you like there was no tomorrow. You let him kiss you like he was actually yours and not her’s.
As the two of you pulled away for air, you looked up into his eyes, filled with lust and desire. No, you told yourself. No, walk away. Run away. Do something to stop him from making a mistake. Stop yourself from making a mistake.
But before you could’ve done anything, his lips crashed back onto yours, but this time, twice as rough and filled with more lust. You were fucked.
The two of you somehow managed to make it to the second floor, squeezing through many, many other couples passionately kissing on your way up the stairs. Both of you stumbling into an empty room, JungKook didn’t bother locking the door.
“I love you so much,” JungKook mumbled into your neck. You felt a wave of hope that he was talking about you and not ShiYoung but you knew he wasn’t. She was always on his mind. She was always there.
You let out a whimper as JungKook nibbled at the nape of your neck, surely making a mark and marking you his own, though you knew you weren’t. He started moving his lips down, leaving butterfly kisses along the way down to your collarbone. You let out a gasp as he sucked on a specific spot, making chills run up your spine.
“Only you could make me feel this way, ShiYoung-ah. Oh baby girl, you make me so horny, wearing such a skimpy dress like this. I want to fuck you so hard,” JungKook sighed as he unzipped the back of your dress. “Only you, ShiYoung,” he sighed again as he slammed you into the wall.
Your heart shattered after hearing those words slip out of his lips. This was the moment you were waiting for, though. For the past four years of being in love with him, you’ve always dreamed of this moment. The moment where he would tell you he loved you. The moment where he would leave love marks on you. But all of this was wrong.
“What’s wrong baby girl? You look upset,” JungKook looks at you with concern.
“Nothing, Kookie-ah. Continue, please,” you begged.
That was probably the biggest mistake you’d ever make in your life.
As per Anon’s request! (Thank you again) Angst Wolf Au 3898 Words
Summary: Jimin never asked for a mortal mate and as much as he loved her, he also found himself resenting every single gene in her body that made her human.
Jealousy is a poisonous emotion that begins from the heart and courses through every vein filling every gap with bitterness. An emotion that was almost impossible to control and hide. It was also a curse bestowed upon Jimin for being the species that he was.
“Jimin we’re going for a run.” Hoseok said popping his head into Jimin’s room. Jimin was sprawled on his bed, his eyes closed, “Go ahead, I don’t feel like running.” He replied with a yawn. Hoseok expressed concern for the younger one’s health before leaving with the rest of the pack once Jimin reassured him that he was okay, just tired. With his acute hearing, he heard the leader make a comment about how it had been awhile since Jimin went for a run with them and the rest agreeing in unison. When he heard them all leave, he rolled onto his stomach and let out a long exhale. Every time they asked him to go he would use the same excuse: “I’m tired.” He could never tell them the real reason why he couldn’t join them. As of lately, Jimin loathed his wolf form and in order to go on these runs, the pack had to transform to release tension building inside the body. In fact, he would avoid any situation that required him to become what he really was. He hated what he was and for once, just one day, he wanted to be a human. He just wanted to be normal.