i hate your smile

100 ways to say “I love you”:
1. You are beautiful.
2. I love your smile.
3. Here, let me get that for you.
4. I love seeing you wake up in the morning.
5. You are amazing.
6. I love (this) about you:
7. Stay safe. Text me when you get there.
8. I love when you do (this):
9. I think you’re beautiful when:
10. You’re too good for me.
11. I don’t deserve you.
12. I care about you.
13. Don’t put yourself down like that.
14. I adore you.
15. I can’t stop thinking about you.
16. Seeing you makes me smile.
17. I need you by my side.
18. I’m thankful for you.
19. You make me a better person.
20. You complete me.
21. Have a good day at work!
22. You’re the light of my life.
23. Seeing you makes my day.
24. I get butterflies every time we talk.
25. I’m so lucky to have you; I don’t know how I got so lucky.
26. You set my heart on fire.
27. I’ll walk you home.
28. I love to make you happy.
29. You’re my soulmate.
30. You’re my best friend.
31. I can’t wait to see you (again).
32. You mean the world to me.
33. You’re my rock.
34. I value you.
35. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
36. I love being around you.
37. Pull over and let me drive some.
38. Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.
39. I want you.
40. You complete me.
41. You’re my happiness.
42. Do you need anything?
43. I want to hold your hand and never let go.
44. You’re the only one for me.
45. You are my heaven on earth.
46. Every time I look at you I fall in love all over again.
47. Drive safe.
48. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
49. Forever isn’t too long, because I know I’ll be with you.
50. I’d rather argue with you than kiss someone else.
51. You look great today.
52. I love that _______ on you.
53. You look cute when you push your glasses up.
54. I’ll always be here; I’m here for you.
55. My heart hurts when you’re not around.
56. I can’t think of what my life would be like without you.
57. We’re perfect for each other.
58. I cherish you; you’re more important than anything else in my life.
59. I will love you until I die, and even after.
60. You’re mine.
61. I support you.
62. I’m addicted to you.
63. You’re perfect in my eyes.
64. Take this; it’ll help you feel better.
65. I can’t wait to see you.
66. You’re the only one for me.
67. I’m crazy about you.
68. I had an amazing time with you.
69. I feel so lucky to have you.
70. I’ll never let you go; I’ll never want to.
71. I hope this moment never ends.
72. You leave me breathless.
73. I’d do anything for you.
74. Seeing you happy makes me happy.
75. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.
76. You always find a way to make me smile.
77. I can’t put what I feel for you into words; it’s too great.
78. I still get jealous even though I know you’re mine.
79. I’m listening to you.
80. I made this for you, I know it’s your favorite.
81. I’m excited and nervous for tonight with you.
82. I got you your favorite candy.
83. I’ll always care about you.
84. I made you breakfast.
85. I can never stay mad at you.
86. I love your eyes; they’re gorgeous.
87. I love that outfit on you.
88. You look so cute.
89. You’re the highlight of my day.
90. How’d you sleep?
91. Your smile makes my heart go crazy.
92. I hate seeing you cry.
93. It’s my job to make you happy.
94. I want to spend more time with you.
95. I’ll fix it.
96. I hate when we argue.
97. You’re the only person I want to live my life with.
98. You drive me crazy (in a good way).
99. I’m proud of you.
100. I trust you, I always will.

- L.L.
—  via @thoughtlessinspirationss on tumblr
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Your heart was pounding profusely, as you held your gaze on the screen. 

 It only took a few minutes before you got a response, and once you did, you were beyond mortified. Frantically, you went back to your Instagram and found the comment Bonnie left on your picture. She had given you her number, but you accidentally mixed up the last two numbers. 

 Which brought you here. 

 Looking at the cute little selfie you received, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Not only did you text the wrong number, but you texted Jensen freaking Ackles. The actor you had crushed on for years. 

 You texted back the emoji, not knowing what to say. And as the seconds passed, it didn’t take long for you to get another reply. 

‘Isn’t it a little late for a bath? I mean, shouldn’t you be in bed? Lol.' 

 You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was so surreal.

 How did you manage to text your celebrity crush, was beyond anything you could imagine. 

 For a moment, you thought you should just apologize and then throw your phone and pretend it never happened, but then you decided to continue the conversation with him. I mean, it’s not everyday you get to talk to Jensen. 

 'It’s never too late for a bubble bath, especially when there’s wine. But what about you? Why aren’t you in bed?' 

 Suddenly, you felt a little flirtatious. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, you didn’t seem to mind. 

 Taking a sip of your wine, you waited for his response. Thinking of a million things all at once. You had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

 'Alcohol makes everything better. 😉 I can’t sleep. My name is Jensen by the way.' 

 'I’m Y/N.' 

 And just like that, you two were texting back and forth for what seemed like forever. 

 You talked about work and movies and basically everything you could think of. You also talked about your job and the fact that you were a fan of his show. Even when you were done with the bath and now snuggled up in bed.

 Somehow, you were both feeling something between you two. Feeling a pull that made you want to keep the conversation going even though you two had only talked this one time. Like two close friends catching up. 

 But then you saw the time, and suddenly were brought back to reality. You couldn’t believe you were texting him for three hours straight! 

 'Damn, it’s super late!’ You texted Jensen. 

 'Didn’t know we were talking for that long. Lol. Guess that happens when you’re having fun. 😉' 

 You felt your stomach flutter. Giving you a warm sensation throughout your body. 

 'Well, I better get some sleep. Have another long day tomorrow.' 

 Once you sent that text, you were a bit bummed. Not wanting it to end, but you were fighting your eyes to stay open. 

 'Hey…there’s something I want to ask you before you go.’ He replied. 

 You were a bit hesitant, but curious. 

 'What’s up?' 

 Those three dots appeared on the screen, making you hold your breath with anticipation. 

 'Can you send a selfie? Want to put a face to the legs. Lol' 

 And just like that, you felt nervous. Nauseas even. You were always insecure, but having Jensen ask for a picture, especially without makeup, you were scared. Scared of what he might think. Or say. 

 'Please?’ You received another text. 

 You let out a sigh, and caved. Holding the blanket close to you, you snapped a quick selfie. The flash from your phone, made your eyes glossy. You were laying on your side, with your hair laid across your pillow and a soft smile that seemed shy yet inviting. 

But you sent the picture before you could even talk yourself out of it. 

 Three dots on the screen, came and gone. 

Suddenly you panicked. Maybe he didn’t like the picture? Or maybe he didn’t think you were pretty? Whatever it was, you were now regretting ever sending him the picture. Wishing you never even sent the first text to begin with. 

 You locked your phone and closed your eyes, wincing at the thoughts of what you imagined was going through his head. Until your phone vibrated. 

 'Fuck, you’re beautiful.' 

 Your lips curved into a cheeky grin, and a squeal escaped from you. Though you wanted to keep talking, you also wanted to play it cool. 

 'Well I enjoyed our conversation. It was fun.' 

 'Me too. I haven’t had that much fun talking to anyone in a long time. So thank you.' 

 'Good night, Jensen.' 

 'Good night, sweet heart. Hopefully next time we will talk on the phone instead of this texting crap. I hate texting. lol.' 

 Your smile felt like it curved even more. But you were sure it wasn’t even possible. Jensen Ackles wanted to talk to you again. But this time, you would hear his deep, rough voice. It made your stomach flutter from just the thought.

 'Lol, maybe. If you’re lucky 😉 now go to sleep Mr. Ackles. It’s passed your bed time.' 

 'Yes ma'am. Good night.’


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i want to hate you. i want to hate your smile and your laugh. i want to hate how your eyes shine and how you can make any room brighter.

but i can’t and i don’t think i ever will.

—  journal excerpt #3 – 04/07/17
I don’t wanna know ‘what’s up’. Stop and tell me about you. Show me all the things that make you unique. Tell me how it was growing up and where you want to live when you’re older. The reasons behind your favourite seasons and the little things that make you smile and make your eyes gleam. I want to know what keeps you up at night and how much certain things mean to you, your insecurities and your fears. I don’t care about the weather and you don’t care about how my job’s going. Tell me about you.
Space Heater

Summary: When the heater goes out, you’re left freezing and unable to get warm. Luckily, Bucky might be able to help that.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1838

Warnings: none (unless you count being very cold), just fluffy, cuddly goodness!

A/N: AHHH I’m back!! This is my first crack at writing fanfic in like 4 months since I’ve been on hiatus, but I’m excited to get writing again! I wanted to come back with a fluffy one-shot (since those are relatively easy), so here you guys go! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by apocryphalstories

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Runaway Groom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings:
Smut
Summary: Bucky goes missing before the wedding.
A/N: This is based off this post, after I read it I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write it. Come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,348

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You nervously flatten the soft white fabric of your dress, taking a shaky breath. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you fix a stray hair and adjust your dress. “You look beautiful, Y/N” Natasha’s hands are cold on the warmed skin of your shoulders. You smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. “Barnes is a lucky guy” she says sincerely, her beautiful eyes locked on yours.

You cant help but shake your head and a small laugh escapes your mouth before you speak “pretty sure, I’m the lucky one Tasha”.

“You’re both lucky-” she moves a curl of your hair back in place “-to find such perfect love in this world” she smiles but you notice the sadness behind her words.

Turning around you take her into your arms, a strong loving embrace. Clearing your throat of the tears you murmur “I wonder how Bucky is doing” laughter dancing in your words. 


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Find Someone
  • Find someone who feels more like home than your own. Find someone who loves you even after they've seen the flaws & know the wrongs you've committed. Find someone who gives you a taste of what it feels like to actually be alive. Find someone who loves and supports you during your highs and does anything & everything to pick you up and give you strength during your lows. Find someone who is willing to go on crazy, spontaneous adventures. Find someone who is willing to call you their world and love you when you act crazy, jealous, unhinged, or worse. Find someone who sees the ultimate beauty in you that you don't see in yourself. Find someone who TRULY makes YOU happy. Find someone who makes you say "I hate you" while smiling hard and rolling your eyes. Find someone who makes everyday a bright one even through the clouds and rain. Find someone who leaves you feeling loved and appreciated without question. Find someone who you can be yourself with. Find someone who loves you for you. Unconditionally.
Ten Things I Hate About You

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Prompt: based on the poem on the movie that I absolutely love. 

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

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Morning Dew (Ethan)

Summary: You have an adventurous day in with your boyfriend that consists of a lot of sleeping, bed-lounging and eating.
Word Count: 2,095
Warnings: Fluffiness and laziness. Also, lots of cute banter.
A/N: This idea just flitted across my mind and me being me, I just couldn’t resist writing it. This is heavily inspired by the tweets from Chrissy Teigen and John Legend where they spend the whole day in bed. I love them. - THIS IS NOT EDITED.


Everybody knew that Ethan Dolan was a morning person. And not one of those who would get up at the ass crack of dawn and instantly run around like child on adderall. But he didn’t like wasting his days with just stretching under the covers, he actually wanted to make his days count.

Which is why, you barely reacted when you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You didn’t know how early it was, but it was early enough for you to still feel sluggish and tired, like you hadn’t had your full eight hours of sleep.

“Babe,” You heard him murmur into the silent room, the warmth of his breath hitting your exposed skin, making it pebble. “Come on, get up.”

You made an indignant sound from the back of your throat, burying your cheek even deeper into the pillow as you drew your eyebrows together in a displeased scrunch. Ethan touched your shoulder, letting his fingers skim across your skin before they stopped their journey.

“Baby.” He was whining now, and you hated to admit it but his voice sounded extra sexy with how raspy it was from sleep and lack of use.

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Do you know
how many
restless nights
i’ve spent thinking about
my flaws
because
you’re online
but not talking to me?

Do you know
how many
mornings
i’ve spent being in a bad mood
because
you
didn’t reply me the night before?

Do you know
how many
tears
i’ve wasted crying over you
because
you got another girl around?

Do you know
how many
months
i’ve wasted plotting on how to make
you
mine
because
i thought you were the one?

Do you know
how many
guys
i’ve turned down
because
i took
you
as the best above all?

Do you know
how many
friends
i’ve annoyed
because
all that comes out of my mouth is
your name?

Do you know
how many
sacrifices
i’ve made
because to me,
seeing
you
smile
was the best thing ever?

Do you know
how many
stupid mistakes
i’ve commited
because
i was so caught up in
you?

—  i was never like this.
I hate this.
I hate how you still affect me even after all this time.
I really hate the way sometimes your memory still makes me laugh and smile.
And then
I really hate the way a single word of yours can undo me so.
I hate how my entire strong-girl façade fades away when we start fighting,
And I hate too how you make me feel so empowerless and small,
But most of all,
I hate the fact that my hatred for you is growing and growing into a dangerous bloom, when I’m pretty sure I planted love.
—  Sophia Carey
picture day 🌼 peter parker

requested: anon

tagged: @ttholland>@clubparker@spideysensesparker @t-oodles

summary: you decide to wear one of peter’s shirts for picture day, causing nothing but cute fluff between you and you’re beautiful boyfriend.

warnings: LOTS of fluff, you know what it isssss :’)


“Why don’t I have at least one cute thing in my closet?” you whined in annoyance after throwing another piece of clothing on the ground. Picture day was by far your least favorite day of the year, and that’s exactly what today was. The struggle of your hair not being frizzy, to finding the perfect outfit - it was the worst day, a day that should not exist. Every year you had a horrible picture that was plastered in the yearbook forever, making you a lot more insecure about your appearance than you were before. You were far from photogenic. It didn’t help that your mom felt obligated to buy the picture every single year and framing them in the living room as if it were some masterpiece.

Eyes scanning your closet, nearly losing all hope and thinking why don’t i just say i’m sick and skip school, you land on the perfect shirt. You borrowed your boyfriend Peter’s clothes often, loving the sweet scent they had, hardly ever feeling lonely when wearing them. You had at least 4 of his sweatshirts and t-shirts, all of them stolen which led to you getting texts saying: ‘babe did u take my red hoodie????? I can’t find it.’

His red flannel was by far your favorite. It was the first article of clothing that you ever borrowed of his, being very special to you - you stole it. He literally doesn’t know why half his damn wardrobe is missing. Such a clueless, sweet boy.

“Perfect.” You smiled, holding the article of clothing to your chest, taking in the scent of your boyfriend, and put on the flannel, not even thinking that Peter would notice. It won’t make a difference, you thought.

**

“Oh, my god, i look horrible.” you exclaim, holding your new ID card that had your picture displayed on it, walking out of the cafeteria where picture day took place. It was by far the worst picture you have ever taken. Your hair gotten frizzy due to the gloomy weather, eyebrows looked wonky, and you absolutely hated the way your smile looked.  I swear the flannel was going to help. It definitely did not help.  Why is my life so messy, like my hair.

“You look fine, dude. Don’t worry.” Your friend assures you. The only thing you were worried about was Peter seeing how awful you looked. Not that he’d break up with you or anything, because homeboy was way too in love with you, but it was embarrassing and you just wanted to delete the photo from your memories and the world.  “I can’t let Peter see this. Never. I look so gross.” You say running your hand through your hair, wishing the photo would burn into a million pieces as you and your friend walk the nearly empty halls.

“Have fun stopping him from doing so,” you turned around to see Peter walking towards you with a sweet smile on his face. It was mid afternoon, and the poor boy hadn’t seen his favorite person all morning. He was especially excited to see your new ID photo. Your friend slowly and awkwardly walks away, muttering something about having to go wash their cat. Bitch, you’re allergic to cats. 

You mentally throw your shoe at her before walking closer to your boyfriend, very nervous.

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Cheater? (Reggie x Reader)

Request: could you maybe do a reggie and reader imagine where they have been dating for years but he cheats on her and they break up he tries to win her back but she keeps shooting him down but she has a bad fight with her mom and she doesn’t know where else to go to so she goes to reggie’s and he comforts her and they talk and get back together


 You couldn’t get the image out of your head. The thought of Reggie kissing someone that wasn’t you made you sick to your stomach. It was a painful reminder why you didn’t go to party in the first place. Nothing good ever happens when teens have alcohol.  It what ended your relationship with him, you couldn’t trust him anymore.

“Babe I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing”  Reggie begged you and tears were forming in his eyes. He didn’t want all of the years that you guys been together to end over some stupid drunken mistake that he had made.

“Please stop Reggie, it’s too late we’re over” You said as tears were falling down your cheeks, you loved him but you couldn’t have him anymore. You felt like all of your air was getting pulled out of you as you try to breath through the tears.

“We can fix it Y/N, don’t give up on us, not yet” Reggie pleaded he was losing you, something that he never thought was possible and it was his own fault.

“You already did Reggie” You let out while your voice was cracking “You broke us”

You sat down at you lunch table, facing away from the football team so you didn’t have to look at Reggie. Betty looked at you as you sat down on side of her, you never sat there. But it came to her mind when she heard the football team laughing from behind her. Reggie, was why you were sitting there.

“You okay?” Betty asked as you finally settle down in your place. You phoned her the night you guys broke up so she knew what had happened.

“Peachy” You said as you took a bite of your sandwich, listening to Veronica and Kevin conversion.

“So Y/N” Veronica started to say as she turned her head to face you “What’s with Reggie and you?” You looked at her figuring Betty already told her but you guessed not.

“Nothing” Veronica leaned over the table and teased

“Come on now Y/N, you don’t just break up with someone like Reggie for no reason. So what is it? Did you start a new high school affair? You lost your breath at Veronica’s last few words. It was hitting to close to home for you. Pushing your tray forward, you quickly got up grabbing your things. Not wanting to let anyone see your tears fell, you ran away to go hide somewhere in the school.

“I told you not to say anything Veronica” Betty shouted just enough so them at the table could heard it.

“I didn’t think much of it, what happened.”

“Reggie cheated on her V” Betty told her as she rolled her eyes, leaving to go find you in the school. When you ran out you didn’t see Reggie watching you. He knew you were gone to cry about what he assumed to be him. He knew you better than anyone, one little look at you he could tell that you were broken. He was the one that caused it and now he wanted to be the one to fix it.


“Hey can we talk?” You heard a voice said as you put your books away. You looked up and came face to face with the last person you wanted to see, Reggie.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You told him as you shut your locker. You looked down the hallway looking for Betty, so you could leave. You didn’t think you could look at Reggie yet, it hasn’t been that long. Plus you were sacred that if you did, you would fall into his arms since you miss him so much.

“Us. That’s what we need to do, not just ignore each other” Reggie said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was frustrated with himself mostly, knowing that he wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for himself.

“There isn’t an us anymore Reggie, get over it because I have” You left Reggie standing there as you saw Betty so you could go home. You knew he knew you were lying after all no one knew you better than Reggie did.


“THEY NEED TO BE BETTER” Your mother shouted as you guys and your father stood in the living room.

“Mom their fine, one B isn’t going to hurt” You said. Your parent or more like your mom have been yelling at you over the past hour for the B that you got biology. It wasn’t hard to bring it back up and you knew that but your mother wouldn’t listen.

“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME YOUNG LADY” Your mother said as she made her way closer to you. “You live under my house and as long as you do there will be no talking back. B’s aren’t for this family, if you want to be something in life honey you have to get A’s. Your pretty face can only take you so far in life. Men aren’t going to stick around once it disappears for a women who get’s B’s.”

“Honey I thin-” Your dad try to cut in but your mother kept talking not wanting to hear his opinions. It was normal thing for your family, your dad was just to sacred too stand up to your mother.

“You heard me, you will be nothing in life if you keep acting like this. Leave, go on I can’t bare to look at you anymore. You’re a sorry excuse for a daughter.” When you heard your mother’s words you ran out of the house. Tears were flowing but it was nothing new to you lately that’s all you ever seem to be at. You needed somewhere to stay for the night but most importantly you needed someone to talk to you. You never really told your friends about how strict your mother was, only Reggie knew. At this point you didn’t care what had happened to just wanted to see him

Standing on his front porch you knocked, hoping that he was going to be the one to open it. You didn’t want his parents to see you looking like a mess. They would wonder what happened and would start asking questions.

“Y/N” Reggie said as he opened the door taking in your appearance. Your hair was out a place and you had been crying. He could tell from your bloodshot eyes and your wet cheeks. Not saying anything he opened his arms letting you fall into him. You cried into his chest as he carried you up to his room. He knew it was something with your mom, you wouldn’t just come to fix what he broke. He held you for what felt like hours, comforting you making sure you were alright. Not asking questions since he knew you would talk when ready. It take didn’t much longer for your tears to stop falling. You finally lifted your head up from Reggie chest and looks into his brown eyes.

“It’s my mom” Reggie nodded he knew it was but he let you keep talking “I was having trouble with biology and ended up getting a B. Mom wasn’t happy when she saw the mark and started to yell at me. Saying things like I’m just a pretty face and will never make it in life.” You rolled you eyes at your mom stupidly. “It’s one mark that she can’t see pass, she told me to leave so I did so we could both cool off.” Knowing that was the best option, you and your mother were too much alike to be together when mad.

“Not that I mine having you here or anything but why me? I thought you hated me” Reggie let out nervously, not knowing if he wanted your true answer. You smiled

“I could never hate you Reggie, I love you but it’s just so hard” You said leaning on his side. “Love is hard and I didn’t really know how to react. You kiss her and I..I know you didn’t mean it I was there, you were so drunk. I think when it happened I was lost, I felt so many emotions. I hated you for a moment but I couldn’t stay mad when I saw the regret and guilt in you eyes even as drunk as you were. I love you Reggie that’s not going to change, I just needed time to think and get through it all”

“I love you too, I’m sorry again for the pain I caused. It really broke my heart knowing I was the one who did that.”

“I know so ummm would you try again with me?” Reggie looked at you shocked not expecting that from you.

“Yeah I would love too I promise nothing is going to happen again”

“The only thing is we’re going to start from beginning I got to gain your trust back.”

“Yes anything babe” Reggie had a grin across his face, he’s never felt happier to have a second chance before in his life. You smiled once again at him before you leaned back onto his bed.

“Lay with me for awhile?”

“Of course love” So there you two stayed cuddle into each other’s arms. Both of you guys were happy to be back with one another. You both drifted off from the comfortable silence in the room. It was the first full night sleep you guys had since the break up. You guys were finally back where you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to stay there forever.

2

Klaus: “So you really want to go on a date?”
You: “I just said yes. Yes means yes right? Or am I suddenly living in another universe.”
Klaus: “You’re right. I though that maybe you hated me.”
You: (smile softly and shake your head) “I could never.”

The “Exchange” Program #1

Originally posted by nnochu



Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/N: I’m starting this fanfic again, I promise you that it is not like the last one it just has a the same concept (hopefully it will do as well) This is the first part but since i have exams this week i won’t be posting this week. But please tell me what you think :)

Standing next to your Mother and Father, you waited for the boy with a smiling face.

“I really hope he doesn’t hate us” your Mother stressed, her husbands hand tight around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure he’ll have a great time” he reassured her.

“Mum, I’m sure everything will be okay. What could go wrong?” you smiled, staring at the crowd of people emerging from the flight.

“I think that’s him” your mother exclaimed, holding up the sign which had his name on it. The tall boy smiled, dressed in jeans and a white sweater with glasses shaping his face.

He was cute. Perfect even.

You squirmed with excitement as the boy strutted towards your small family, you pulled down your skirt making sure to present yourself nicely and make a good impression.

“Nice to meet all of you” the boy smiled and shook your Dad’s and Mum’s hand and smiled at you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Jungkook” he smiled even wider this time, making your heart swell.

“Nice to meet you too!” your mum said clutching her bag to her side grabbing your shoulders and pulling yourself next to her.

“This is my daughter Y/n”

You put your hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepted.

“Right, It’s time to get going, to beat the traffic” your dad smiled patting Jungkook on the back as the four of you walked out of the building.

Pulling into the gas station on your drive home your dad offered you and Jungkook to get something from the there.

Heading straight towards the packets of chips you notice Jungkook looking around suspiciously on the other side of you. Walking around to the other isle you see him shove a packet of red vines into his jacket pocket he had put on earlier.

Your eyes went wide in fear of getting caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper trying to get to the packet of liquorice out of his pocket. Pushing your hand away and shoving the packet even deeper, he laughed.

“You’ve really never done this? Gees, I knew you were a good girl the minute I laid my eyes on you” he rolled his eyes and continued on to the counter.

“And a packet of those” he pointed to the cigarettes on the top shelf, your jaw dropped and your eyes became wider.

“Sixteen dollars” the old mans voice rang through the station, not giving two shits about how young the boy in front of him looked.

Shoving the packet of cigarettes into his jean pocket you still couldn’t believe your eyes. The boy that you thought was perfect is the complete opposite.

“Have fun getting cancer” you snickered to him as you walked to the other side of the car.

“I’ll be the first to tell you Miss Goody Two-Shoes” he smiled and opened the door.

“Welcome to the Y/L/N residence” your dad brought Jungkooks bags in to your house.

“So basically Y/n’s Father and I run a popular clothing business, meaning we won’t be here that often. My Husband is going on a business trip to Morocco tomorrow morning and I’m going to Milan this evening”

Your mother explained the situation of your father and her about their busy work schedule whilst you were half way up the stairs to your safe haven.

“Y/n, show Jungkook to his room. Your Father and I are going to go pack” Your Mother told you as her and her husband walked to their room on the ground floor.

“C’mon” you mumbled.

Walking down the hall way and into the common room that was also yours you turned to him and pointed to the door that was opposite yours on the other side of the room.

“That one is yours, this one is mine” You whispered. You don’t know where this sudden fear came from but you didn’t like it. Walking to your room you hurried making sure he couldn’t say something but before you could go in, he asked you something.

“Why are you acting so shy?” he asked.

You froze in your steps and slowly turned to him, he walked to wards you standing two metres in front of you.

“I dunno” you whispered still looking at your feet.

You knew exactly why you were shy. He was cute you won’t deny it, but you always avoided these types of guys but now having one in your house for a year was insanity.

“Perhaps you’re afraid I’ll try and make a move on you?” he smirked

You nodded your head quickly still looking down.

You felt his hand grab your chin and lift your face up so you were staring at him. The sudden action made your heart beat faster, while all you could do was stare at his facial features.

“Don’t worry kitten, I have no interest in you whatsoever” he laughed and let go. Walking back to his room you laughed to yourself as well.

“Well I have no interest in you either!!!” you shouted at the closed door.

“No good, idiotic, hateful, heinous jerk” you mumbled to yourself as you entered your room.

Collapsing on your bed, you let out a frustrated sigh thinking how in the hell are you going to put up with him for a whole freaking year.

7:00pm and your stomach was growling for food.

You had eaten the last piece of chocolate in your room and you wanted dinner but you were to afraid that you would bump into him.

GROWL

“Whyyy” you whined, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Opening the door a creak you looked out to see Jungkook’s door open and him laying on his bed a phone in his hand.

“Alright I can do this” you gave yourself a mini pep talk and tip toed out of your room.

It was going great until you tripped over your cat. Yelping the cat scattered down the stairs causing you to hear foot steps emerge from the boys room,

“Are you going to get food?” you turned around and got struck by how good he looked in just jeans and a simple white shirt, the shirt clung to his muscles making him look ten times hotter.

“Yeah” you choked out of your mouth.

“Good I’m starving” he uttered walking your way. The two of you headed down the stairs to see two suitcases at the door, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

“Looks like you two are getting along” your dad said holding his passport in one hand looking like he was waiting for your mum.

“Oh yeah! We’ve been talking for hours, pretty much like siblings” Jungkook laughed causing your dad to cackle.

“Dad I thought you were leaving tomorrow” you questioned your dad as your mum emerged from the dimly lit hallway.

“Something came up so your Dad and I thought it was best to go together to Morocco then Milan”

Your mouth went into an O shape as the two of them got ready leave. Your mum came over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead whilst your dad hugged you, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks” you nodded your head.

“Be good you two” your mum laughed as they left the house.

“Isn’t the whole point of exchange for me to improve my english by you know speaking to people?” Jungkook snickered and grabbed two packets of ramen.

“Am I a horse? I speak fluent english” you question him and poured the hot water into a pot.

“Like we’re going to talk” he rolled his eyes and took a seat at the island table.

“If you make an effort I’ll make and effort” you smiled at him, he nodded his head and fiddled with the fork in his hand.

A couple minutes later you put the pot on the table as the two of you ate from the pot.

“This is nothing like home” he mumbled still shoving the noodles into his mouth. “Well I’m sorry, I’m not exactly Korean so I can’t cook you whatever you eat” you snickered, “this is my brothers, I ate it once and i liked it so I thought i might as well eat tonight.”

“Speaking of your brother, why did he want to learn Korean?” he asked shoving more of the noodles into his mouth.

“He likes Kpop and drama’s, especially that one group what were they called again?” you racked your brain for the answer until Jungkook gave you it.

“STB?” he asked putting the fork down.

“Yeah those guys! He plays the song ‘Tears, Sweat and Blood’ again and again” you laughed.

“Yeah they’re quite popular, what about you, do you like Kpop?” he asked and picked up his fork again to eat more.

“Yeah I don’t mind it. I mean I’m not in love with it but if my brother puts it on then I’ll sing broken Korean with him” the last statement made him laugh.

Your heart fluttered looking at him, you felt warm inside…’No Y/n this is not how you’re supposed to feel, he’s vulgar…look at him scoff down the ramen’

“Can you slow down your eating, you’re going to choke” after your statement he grabbed the pot and chugged the noodle soup.

Your face turned into disgust as you stood up.

“That’s so gross” you whined and started to walk away.

“That’s so gross” he mimicked in a higher voice. “I do not sound like that” he mimicked you again laughing to himself. “You’re such a dick” you exclaimed as you walked into your room.

It was late and you wanted to get some fresh air.

You walked on onto the balcony and hopped up on the railing tot he side and rested your back against the wall.

A couple moments later Jungkook came out lighting a cigarette in his mouth not aware that you two were there.

“Could you find somewhere else to poison your body?” you startled him as he quickly turned around looking at you with a shock expression on his face.

“Can you be a smart ass somewhere else?” he question.

You scoffed as silence filled the air.

You felt yourself cramping up and you stretched your legs, which was the biggest mistake of your life.

You were about to fall to your death but luckily Jungkook acted fast, he dropped the cigarette and clutched your arm dragging you onto him making you both fall to the ground.

You were positioned on top of him as if you were straddling him.

You looked intensely into his eyes as he did with you, you were mere inches from kissing him and that was all you wanted to do.