If these skins are based off what I think they are, and I know they are.
I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY:
To quote my mother: “This isn’t even a Yoruba Masquerade, They took and Igbo Masquerade and gave him flip flops.”
Masquerades are sacred beings that represents spirits in our culture and they are to be revered and respected. Of course we know that humans are in there but you never see someone putting on the costume right?
To SEE that a human is dressed as a Masquerade breaks the illusion of what they are and is frowned upon.
While my family is Igbo and Akande is Yoruba I spoke to my mothers about if this sort of thing is okay. It’s not. Yoruba people may handle their Masquerades differently than an Igbo person but I showed her these pictures and she said, like i quoted above, that is an Igbo Masquerade.
I have loved the amount of research, time and care that Blizzard has put into Akande but this one of the fears POCs have when other people take on their cultures but i know for Nigeria tbh DO NOT TOUCH OUR SPIRITS. Not only is it bad that they put the costume on him in general but it looks like they mixed up the tribes and that honestly is just as if not more insulting.
Igbo and Yoruba people have enough to deal without their cultures being used interchangeably.
There are an estimated 3000+ tribes in the entire continent of Africa and over 500 in Nigeria, please do not continue this harmful delusion that all Africans are the same, especially when you want to use our cultures for whatever purposes you see fit.
Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game -- Part 1 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)
One must know the rules of the game, in order to
come and play.
!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]
With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time,
it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And
who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon
Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture,
with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your
experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities…
or will someone else?
Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok) CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au Fluff & Smut
A/N: Hey everyone ~ it’s baccckkk! :) That’s all haha blessing your weekend with part 1! Enjoy!
"Crap.“ You exhaled as you pulled over to
the side of the road, seeing the blaring lights of red and blue following you.
Groaning, you parked your car and leaned your head back into your seat. No longer
than a few seconds later, a police officer knocked on your window. Clearing
your throat to compose yourself, you rolled your driver’s side window down.
You were going over the speed limit.” The officer stated, pulling out his
notepad and hovering his pen over the ticket he was about to give you.
hardly ‘over’ the speed limit if it’s 5 over.“ You argued.
eyes shot up to you, possibly surprised by your attitude. "You know,
normally, this is when women beg me to let them go, not argue with my initial
Officer…“ You leaned over to read his badge closely. ”…Jeon. I don’t think I need to beg if the
reason you’re stopping me wasn’t exactly a direct violation in the first
me your license.” he huffed and you grabbed your wallet to do so.
“Alright, Ms. Y/N. Since this seems to be your first transgression, I’ll
give you a chance to appeal to me. I’m in a good mood today.”
gave him a face of disbelief as he smugly smirked at you.
you normally harass women while you’re in uniform?“
eyes widened and he scoffed. "You know most people would be thankful I’m
being lenient. 5 over or more– it’s still over the speed limit on this road.
Do you want a ticket or not?”
course I don’t want a ticket. But what exactly would 'appealing’ to you entail?
I have no idea what you find
appealing, considering we’re strangers.“ You reasoned nonchalantly.
seemed to stump him because he was silent for a few seconds.
don’t know! Be cute or something? Compliment me? That’s what other women do.
You could even start crying for all I care.” he listed as he scratched his
expression turned into one of disapproval. “And that works?”
okay…” You prepared yourself seriously by taking a deep breath, and then
turned to flash him your brightest smile. This was torture for you.
was his turn to give you a look of disapproval.
huffed at his rejection then hurriedly poked your cheeks and batted your
lashes, mimicking the way women on TV acted cute. The Officer chuckled and
shook his head, clearly more amused than appealed.
Can’t help you. You have no appeal whatsoever.” he scribbled into his
notepad and ripped the ticket. “It won’t add points if you pay the
you serious?“ You glared.
quite serious.” he laughed. “Maybe you should try finding other ways
to appeal to men.”
have a lot of appeal!“ You argued.
snorted. "Sure you do.”
terribly rude for an officer of the law.“
you’re terribly unapologetic for someone who’s broken the law.” he chucked
the paper inside your car carelessly as he leaned through your window, his face
close to yours arrogantly.
two stared at each other intently; you, annoyed while his eyes had a glint of
mischief and intrigue in them. He was clearly enjoying having the upper hand in
this battle of wits.
a car zoomed by the two of you and you exhaled, pointing at it.
guy was like TWENTY over the speed limit, and you’re not chasing him? Seriously??“
currently busy at the moment.” The Officer shrugged, and after a quick
glance around your car, he scrunched his face. “You should also clean up
your car. Are you trying to run a garbage truck?”
chuckled in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure you’re breaking the law of proper
etiquette right now, Officer Jeon.”
goes both ways, Miss Y/N.“ The Officer knocked on your car playfully and
began walking away. "Have a wonderful day ~”
Jungkook! You’re back a little late from your patrol.“
grinned as one of his fellow cops handed him a bottle of water. "I had a
speeding incident down the road.”
was it a woman? Did you let them go again?“
he huffed. “I actually gave her a ticket this time!”
wow, Jungkook, you’re growing up!“ his fellow officers cooed as they
ruffled his hair. "You couldn’t even look at women on your first patrol,
and then you let them go out of pure terror and panic if they so much as
touched your arm.”
blushed and swatted their arms away from babying him. “I wasn’t in
please, Kook, your eyes were as wide as saucers!“ one of the guys pulled
him into a headlock. "And if they started crying, you flailed your arms
wildly and called in for back up.”
roared with laughter. Jungkook easily pried himself out of the headlock and
was back then!“
work, Jungkook. You’re on your way.” One of the senior officers, who just
so happened to be female, smiled warmly at him. He stiffened and nodded until
she disappeared from the premises.
fellow officers snorted at his obviously panicked reaction. He turned and
glared at them, but they scrambled to return to their computers, appearing to
look busy. None of them wanted to fall victim to Jungkook’s wrath. As much as
they hated to admit it, even though he was the youngest officer, he was the
most fit, capable, and handsome of them all, passing the physical exam with
the girl you gave a ticket cute?“ One of his closest friends turned and
changed the subject.
hummed as he sat down. "Mmm…”
chuckled, envisioning how you had tried to act cute before.
wasn’t appealing at all.“
unlike you to be late, Y/N.” Jimin smiled as you finally made it to your
sorry Mr. Park. I got pulled over by a cop.“ You admitted and he blinked
claimed I was speeding when I wasn’t, and I ended up getting a ticket because I
didn’t beg for forgiveness.“ You huffed.
Y/N.” Jimin patted your head sympathetically. “You need to use your
charms, even if they were in the wrong.”
tried but…“ You sulked.
Jimin leaned against your desk.
said I had no appeal whatsoever.“ You stated sourly.
burst into laughter, causing the other workers to look over at you two.
Just intern stuff!” he bellowed, easing the other people’s curiosities.
“Seriously. You crack me up, Y/N. I’m glad I agreed to having you intern
coughed, appearing beside Jimin. “I believe I was the one that took her under my wing because someone decided
they wanted to run away to Daegu for who knows how long and abandoned me!”
won’t leave that alone, Hoseok!“ Jimin snapped.
smiled shyly as your bosses bickered in front of you. You were already used to
it by now.
Mr. Jung. I had a few questions about the paperwork you had me fill out yesterday.”
You knew how to stop their childish banter easily.
brightened immediately since you were seeking his counsel, while Jimin walked
away coolly because he didn’t want to be bothered by work-related questions so
early in the morning. You giggled. They were easy to figure out.
had been working as the company’s intern for a few months already. At first,
you were under Mr. Jung since Mr. Park had temporarily been needed at a
different branch, but as soon as he returned, they fought over who would be
mentoring you. In the end, they settled on you shadowing Mr. Jung in the
morning and Mr. Park in the afternoon. And you had no qualms about the dual
mentorship. You thoroughly enjoyed learning– the process, the actual gaining
of new skills and information, the effective application – so you were
grateful that you had two fantastic role models to teach you.
lot of your university classmates wanted to strangle you for getting so lucky
with your internship. Not only was the company well-known, but so were the CEOs
you were under.
Jung.“ You called as he was scribbling corrections on your paperwork.
I unappealing?“ You asked bluntly.
eyes widened. "Wh-what?”
told me I had no appeal this morning. Do you think I’m lacking in appeal?“
coughed and peeked outside of your cubicle, making sure no one was listening
in. He smiled warmly and put his pen down.
Everyone has different types of appeal. It’s good to learn about other things,
which you’re really good at, but it’s better if you learn about yourself
like hmm…hold on.” Hoseok stood up. “Mr. Park, I have a question
about your charm.”
jumped out of his office with a wide grin. “My charm? Which charm? I have
gave you a knowing expression and you chuckled. Jimin skipped towards you two.
important to know your strengths and weaknesses, Y/N. As both a business worker
and as a person. You should use your strengths as your appeal and work to improve
or compensate your weaknesses.“ Hoseok tapped on the paperwork in front of
you. "Kind of like how we revise these papers. We keep what’s convincing
and edit what’s not. Although you should be careful about being overly appealing.”
shot a look at Jimin, who smirked.
have a problem with my overflowing appeal, Mr. Jung?“ Jimin cocked up an
good to know you have it, but don’t flaunt it too much.” Hoseok commented
you didn’t answer my question.“ You emphasized.
question?” Jimin questioned.
asked if she was appealing.“ Hoseok blushed as he lay a hand on Jimin’s
shoulder. "This is your forte so I’ll leave it to you. I don’t feel
comfortable discussing this with my young intern.”
shook his head. “Oh Hoseok, so naive. Don’t worry Y/N. You’re definitely
appealing! But what Mr. Jung is trying to say is that you have to believe in your appeal before you can go appealing
of it like your resume for people.” Jimin pointed.
for people?“ You repeated, still puzzled.
you have to know why people like you and play that as your strength. Like me, I
know I’m incredibly handsome and friendly, and that’s why people like me. If
ever, let’s say, someone accuses me of doing something wrong, I know I could
use my looks and sweet words to get out of trouble.”
snorted and Jimin scratched the back of his head.
guess in blunt terms, yes. But it’s kind of a survival skill.” he chimed.
“You need it to survive in the real world.”
skill…“ You mumbled, thinking deeply.
don’t–” Hoseok was about to protest, but Jimin’s hand covered his mouth.
see. It’s quite important for me to learn my own appeal.“ You stated
determinedly. "As a matter of survival.”
yes, exactly.“ Jimin nodded fervently.
such a jackass.” Hoseok hissed.
for her own good.“ Jimin nudged.
beamed happily. "Thank you, Mr. Park, Mr. Jung!”
two blushed and chuckled, patting your head encouragingly.
two are so weak for the intern.“ Silver appeared beside them with her arms
flinched and removed his hand from your head, settling beside his girlfriend.
On the other hand, Jimin latched onto you and embraced you tightly from behind.
cause she’s so cute and clueless about the evils of this world.” he
giggled as he nuzzled his face next to yours while you sat there stoically,
mulling over his statement instead of his actions.
rolled up the papers she had on hand and started whacking Jimin with it in
between her words.
cackled and let go of you. "You’re no fun, Silver. She doesn’t mind,
shook your head. “I don’t feel anything when it happens so I don’t
burst into laughter while Jimin clutched his chest, feigning pain at your words.
smiled at you, amused. “There are only a few women who could say that and
honestly mean it, Y/N. You amaze me.”
you.“ You bowed gratefully. "Mr. Park told me you had fallen for his
charms before too, so I consider this an honorable compliment.”
lunged at Jimin, but he was quick to evade and hurriedly locked himself inside
the safety of his office.
now.” Hoseok grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and whispered. “We’re at
work remember? Don’t let him get you riled up like that. Don’t give him the
huffed and relaxed at his true statement.
watched the two interact curiously. Although they tried to keep it relatively
low key at work, everybody knew they were in a relationship. You found them to
be a very adorable pair, while Mr. Park and his girlfriend acted more like
nagging, close friends whenever you saw them together. But you guessed that
every relationship worked differently because regardless of how they treated
each other, they all seemed very happy and in love.
shook your head and turned your attention back to your paperwork, pushing your
thoughts to the side for now.
to say, you took a different route to work the next day, still feeling a bit
sour about the rude cop you had run into. You pushed the speaker button on your
car as you spotted Mr. Park’s name light up on your dashboard.
morning, Mr. Park.“ You greeted.
Y/N! Are you on your way to work right now?”
you passed the cafe yet by any chance?”
yet. Are you running late again today, Mr. Park?“
chuckled guiltily. "I might have
snoozed my alarms a few times.”
shall pick up your usuals.“ You stated knowingly.
I don’t think your girlfriend will be very pleased.“
it’s her fault for not sleeping over. I don’t even know why she doesn’t just
move in yet.” he grumbled.
Park, please leave your personal matters at home.“
laughed. "Get something for yourself too, Y/N. I’ll pay you back
do.“ You hummed as you signaled to turn into the cafe. "I’m turning
into the shop now.”
I’ll see you in a bit–ow!“
heard clattering on the other side of the line and your lips curled up,
slightly amused. You could tell he was rushing around his apartment frantically
so he wouldn’t get scolded by Mr. Jung and Silver for being tardy again.
you soon, Mr. Park.”
hung up and expertly parked.
your purse, you headed inside the cafe where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked.
There was decent line there today and you checked your watch to see if you had
time to wait. But then again, it was Mr. Park’s fault if you were. You
technically started work by doing what he had asked you to do.
your brow, you peeked over a few customers’ shoulders to see what the hold-up
was. The line never usually moved this slowly, but you couldn’t see who was in
the front and taking their time. With a sigh, you settled on not getting
irritated about it because there was nothing you could do. You whipped your
phone out and began scrolling through your e-mails and messages until it was
Mr. Park’s girlfriend beamed, welcoming you.
morning.” You bowed. “I’ll take the usual, if you could please.”
someone has a usual?“ A familiar voice bellowed beside you and once you
turned to see who it belonged to, your expression darkened.
The cop that had given you a ticket was leaning against the counter, just as
surprised as you when you locked eyes. “It’s you!”
didn’t bother greeting him and handed Mr. Park’s girlfriend your card to pay.
“Can I please get a hot chocolate with that?”
thing.“ she smiled as she punched it into the register. "Do you know
took a deep exasperated breath and gave him a slight bow of respect, then
turned your attention back to signing your receipt.
be out in a bit.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend glanced at the two of you, clearly
amused. "It’s a bit slow because he had to buy all of his unit’s coffee
see.“ You replied. This was the second time Officer Jeon had been the root
of your tardiness. You walked to the other side of the counter, away from where
he was, to wait.
he had other plans.
tell me you’re still upset about the ticket.” he chuckled as he settled
don’t like conversing with strangers.“ You stated, hoping he would stop
acting like you two were friends.
he giggled. “That’s my name. Y/N, right?”
creepy how you remember that.“
have good memory.” Jungkook shrugged.
do you always talk to people you’ve arrested or given fines to?“ You
he hummed. “…you’d be the first actually.”
why would that be?“
we have a mutual friend.” he pointed at Mr. Park’s girlfriend.
having a mutual friend mean we have to automatically become friends?“ You
turned to him, curiously.
no.” he scratched the back of his head. “But I mean, it kind of makes
you more comfortable to talk to?”
You nodded, intrigued, but said nothing further.
you getting coffee for your co-workers too?”
Do you usually get coffee at this time on this day?“
shook his head. "It varies. We usually play rock-paper-scissors to
determine who buys. I don’t ever lose. But I’m pretty sure they all cheated to
take me down.”
raised an eyebrow at him.
really think highly of yourself, huh?”
flustered, “No! I just…I don’t like losing.”
chuckled. “Makes sense.”
that supposed to mean?“ he asked defensively.
You shrugged lightly.
another ticket for instigating an officer?“ he threatened.
take you to court for abuse of power.” You stared at him seriously, and he
was just joking…“ he mumbled.
smiled slightly. "I have a question.”
me how you would appeal to me if our roles were reversed yesterday.”
not a question.“
have a right to refuse.“
I thought we were friends.” You smirked. “Friends are supposed to
help each other, right?”
grumbled, blushing slightly. “There’s too many people here…”
You clicked your tongue right away and shook your head, disapprovingly.
am not!” he retorted.
appeal isn’t working for me.“ You looked him up and down blankly.
you kidding me?” he scoffed.
quite serious.“ You shrugged.
opened his mouth, probably to spout out another argument, but he was
Jeon, your order’s up!”
glanced at you and you smirked triumphantly. You had won this time. With a
groan, he grabbed his orders from the counter. You didn’t miss the way the
other customers were clearly eye-ing him like glazed meat, but your observation
was cut short when he towered in front of you.
show you next time we meet, Y/N. I’m very
snorted. "Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”
pouted and exited the cafe, visibly ticked off.
your order’s ready!“
to yourself proudly, you left the cafe in high spirits. You paused before
heading to your car, to check that everything you ordered was in fact there.
three, four. Perfect.”
someone passing by bumped into your shoulder without so much as an apology. You
glanced up in time to see their profile briefly but they soon became part of
the larger crowd heading to the bus stop nearby. You had a bit of a déjà vu in
that moment… or was it that you knew that person? You blinked, trying to make
out the figure in the crowd curiously. But your phone beeped a few times,
bringing you back to reality. Hurriedly, you rushed to your car to make it to
work on time.
was your usual, you celebrated the weekend with a stroll outside, if the
weather permitted it. So today, you found yourself walking down Masquerade
Boulevard, a popular place that your friends and co-workers usually frequented.
But seeing it with your own eyes, it didn’t look any different than other
stopped in front of the section that had “Burlesque Lounge” atop and
you peered through the window to see if there was anyone inside. But it was
open until much later, huh?“ You hummed as you read the times that hung at
your eyes wandered over a few doors down, it’s "Open” sign lighting
up obnoxiously, catching your attention. Stepping back a bit, you read the
name: Club Masquerade.
name sounded familiar. You heard it being tossed around a few times at work,
but you had never tuned into the conversation. What was this place?
curiosity led you to push open the door where a bell echoed loudly, signaling your entrance.
And immediately, you were greeted.
"Hello welcome to Club
Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you
Your eyes widened as you came
face-to-face with Mr. Park’s girlfriend. She looked just as surprised for a
split second then she pressed her index finger over her lips, telling you to
"Welcome.“ she grinned as
she approached you. "Here.”
You blinked as she handed you a
rather flimsy black mask.
"We give all first timers a
complimentary mask. But most people design their own as a sort of symbol of
individuality. It’s required that everyone here wear one to protect their identity
and to create a safe space to be one’s self.“
"Huh.” You were a bit
stunned that you had stumbled into such an interesting place, and
coincidentally, one where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. Obediently, you pulled
the mask over your face.
"Take a look around.“ she
urged and you stepped forward, taking in the fantastic design of the venue.
The outside didn’t do any justice to
what was inside. It was almost a replica of a Renaissance hall. A beautiful
chandelier, donned with sparkling diamonds, hung at the center. Your eyes
wandered to the dark red velvety curtains further back where people were
appearing and disappearing. The people, you noticed, were wearing uniquely
designed masks. They varied in design, color, size, and shape. Some were simply
designed with a few jewels while others had obnoxious feathers protruding from
"Here’s a pamphlet.” Mr.
Park’s girlfriend handed you a brochure.
"Make our fantasies come
true?“ You read the catchphrase questioningly.
"Mhm.” she giggled then
pointed towards a group of men that were crowding around a table. “Those
are our hosts. They specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course
everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and
everyone knows the safe word.”
You hummed, watching the group of
guys surrounding one male in particular. As if seeing who you were staring at,
"The one with the gold mask on
is our best Aggressor host.“
"Aggressor?” You tilted
your head curiously.
"Someone who’s a bit more
aggressive and experimental, for the more adventurous customers.“ she
winked. "He’s one of the best we have. High in demand.”
"I’ll show you all. I’ll get
her to finish before my time’s up, like Red Mask used to!“ Gold mask stood
up and slammed his hand onto the table.
"Pfft. No one’s been able to do
that. You think you can, kid?” Another one pulled him into a headlock
"I can! I was close last time.
And he taught me himself. Who better than me to follow in his footsteps?“
The man huffed and pried himself out of the headlock easily.
"Oh boy.” the Receptionist
"I’ll take him.“ You
pointed. "The arrogant one.”
"Really?“ she blinked.
Your interest was piqued. Was he
just bluffing or was he truly knowledgeable? And what exactly were these
"fantasies” they were advertising?
"You said he was one of the
best right? And he seems to think he’s the best, so I’m curious.“
The Receptionist smiled, amused.
"Nochu! Come here.”
All the guys turned their heads at
the sound of her commanding voice. Hurriedly, the man in the gold mask strutted
over to where you two were.
"This customer requested for
the arrogant one.” she chimed.
The man’s eyes locked towards yours
immediately. “The arrogant one? You don’t even know me.”
"Well, what you were claiming
over there was a bit arrogant, don’t you think?“ You retorted.
"Or was she lying about you
being one of the best?” You taunted.
He huffed and gripped at your wrist,
roughly pulling you towards him, his face inches from yours. You stared at him,
not backing down, because you wanted to test his nerve.
"I can guarantee you; you’ll
get the best service from me.“ he growled.
You smirked and nodded. "Then I
think we have a deal here.”
Nochu seemed to be searching your eyes
for something before he stepped away from you. “Put her down for my first
"Will do, Nochu.“ The
Receptionist’s lips curled up and she showed you her planner, pointing at the
time slot. "Sessions can run from 30 minutes to an hour, according to your
preference. Which would you like to start with?”
You glanced at Nochu, eye-ing him up
and down. He puffed out his chest and tilted his head up confidently.
"How long do you think you’ll
need to please me?“
He looked appalled at your question
while the Receptionist snickered. He approached you again, grabbing your waist
and pulling you flush against him. Leaning over, he whispered into your ear.
"I can please you in 5
minutes… but it seems I have a lot to teach you, so how about you try me for
an hour and see if you can handle it?”
He let go of you, still maintaining
his threatening aura, which had you a bit taken aback if you were going to be
perfectly honest. In just a few seconds, the man you thought you could tease,
the man that was spouting out nonsense at the table, had changed into someone
who sounded so authoritative. Seeing your astonishment, he smirked and turned
to the Receptionist.
"She wants me for an hour.
We’re going to have lots of
fun.“ he chuckled.
The Receptionist nodded. "Very
well. An hour it is then.”
Nochu winked at you and tapped your
cheek, “Prepare yourself.”
Then before you could think of a
witty comeback, he disappeared behind the veil, leaving you wondering about
what exactly you had signed up for.
"What’re you giggling
about?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as his girlfriend waltzed into her own
"Something unexpected happened
at the Club today.” the Receptionist kissed him on the cheek as he was
"What was it?“
"Mmm…let’s just say your
prodigy has a new interesting customer.” she grinned as she began
stripping in the middle of the living room.
"Geez, please don’t turn me on
while I’m cooking.“ Jimin shut his eyes and turned away. "I’ll end up
eating something else.”
She giggled and tauntingly hugged
him from behind, wearing just her lingerie. “Does seeing me naked still
turn you on, my Red Mask?”
Jimin huffed. “Of course it
does. It’d be a problem if it didn’t.”
She laughed as she unlatched herself
and moseyed to her room. “Very true.”
"Was the new customer
"She’s beautiful, but a bit
hard-headed.” She called out. “But that’s why it’s going to be fun
for Jungkook. He’s only gotten obedient customers so this makes things a bit
"Ah, I’m so proud of him. My
prodigy.“ Jimin smiled fondly. "He’ll overcome this challenge, for
"You know he’s trying to break
your record.“ The Receptionist came back and sat at the table.
"Which record?” Jimin
snorted. “I’ve had many in my time at Club Masquerade.”
She rolled her eyes. “You two
are peas in a pod. You and Jungkook.”
"Even if he beats me, I’ll
always be able to claim that I did those things first.“
"Is that why you refused to
hand over your red mask?” She snorted.
"It’s mine!“ Jimin argued.
"He could’ve gotten his own red one. That mask is like a part of me.”
Receptionist rolled her eyes,
“I gave him my gold one and he redesigned it.”
"But that was our memory!“ Jimin whined.
"Why are you always a
brat?” she retorted. “It’s just a mask, and unless you want me going
back to those fancy balls, I don’t need it anymore.”
Jimin paused and walked over to kiss
her. “You’re right. You should’ve thrown that mask out ages ago. You don’t
ever and should never wear it ever again.”
She smirked, “I thought
"How did you get him to take
your gold one? He was super adamant about being the next 'Red Mask’.“
She chuckled, "I told him that
that gold mask seduced two hott guys in one fell swoop; one of them being you.
That it was far more powerful than your red mask because I seduced you with it.
I was passing him the power to surpass you, and he was immediately taken.”
"What bullshit.“ he
"It wasn’t completely bullshit.” She hummed. “You did fall for me
when I was wearing that.”
"I’ll give you that.“
Jimin turned off the stove. "But it was your skill that got me, not that mask.”
"But now he has his own
title.“ She got up to set up the table for them.
"What is it?”
"The Golden Host.“ She
"Damn.” Jimin hissed.
“That’s hella cool. Why didn’t I think of that?”
"Cause you were so intent on
having red because it’s seductive.“
"Well it was!” he argued.
"Just let Jungkook be,
babe.“ She laughed. "You created your legacy, so now let him create
Jimin sighed. “I know, I know.
Ugh, this is probably how a parent feels when their kids achieve something they
"He hasn’t surpassed you yet.
Stop being bitter.“
"Oh, but he will.” Jimin
sat down, placing a plate in front of both of them. “I had to learn
everything on my own. I gave him everything on a silver platter. All my rules,
all my tricks, everything. I saved him years of experimenting.”
She grabbed his hand warmly.
“But nothing beats the original. He may know what you know, but applying
it is different.”
Jimin smiled thankfully and squeezed
her hand in return. “You’re right.”
The two of them began scarfing down
their dinner hungrily.
"Who was the new
customer?” Jimin asked after a few bites.
"Rule #2, sweetie.“ She
Jimin sighed. "Stop using that
rule on me.”
"Rule #2: Even if you know the
customer’s identity, you can’t ever reveal them. Maintain secrecy.“ She
"But I’m your boyfriend!”
"I protect my customers.“
she grinned cheekily while Jimin huffed. "I’m the Receptionist after all.
The keeper of all secrets.”
In the meanwhile, you had gone out
and bought yourself your own sturdier black mask. Usually you would just read a
book or watch TV once you got home, but today, you were humming a song to
yourself as you designed your mask. You didn’t want it to be over the top, but
you also didn’t want it to be plain. After a few hours of contemplation and
sketching, you finally decided to throw in a small amount of jewels around the
eyes. But the main feature of your mask would be the wing design you were going
to attach. You had always had a certain fascination with wings, angel wings to
be specific. It was mysterious, unique, symbolic, and elegant, very much like
how you wanted to portray yourself. And no one you had seen today at Club
Masquerade had such a mask, meaning you would be recognizable and individual.
You wanted the wings to become your trademark.
You grinned to yourself as you
placed the finished product by your bedside, letting it dry. A new learning experience
awaited you tomorrow, and you were absolutely thrilled. What exactly did this
Club Masquerade and this Nochu have in store for you? You couldn’t wait to find
"Oh shit. Come on.“
Jungkook groaned as he and his partner pulled up at the scene of the accident.
"Man, our last leg of the shift
and we get called in to handle the big accident.” His partner exhaled.
“Well, let’s go. The sooner we tackle this, the faster we get to go home
for the day.”
Jungkook exhaled as he glanced at
his watch. “Right. Let’s get this cleaned up and settled quickly. I have
somewhere to be.”
In the meanwhile, you had come a few
minutes early, not sure whether there was such an etiquette at this type of
club, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prompt.
"Nochu’s not in yet, but let me
take you to his usual 'starter’ room.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend smiled at you
apologetically. "He comes from a different job…most of the hosts do, so
sometimes —very, very rarely– but it does happen at times…they’re late.”
"It’s alright.“ You bowed,
knowing it wasn’t her fault, and things sometimes did happen beyond anyone’s
"Sorry about this. You’ll
definitely get your full hour of service.” she explained before she closed
the door, leaving you in an empty room by yourself.
You stared at the pillow fort that
lay in the center of the room curiously.
"What do you mean you’re going
to be late?” The Receptionist hissed. “This isn’t one of your
regulars. She’s new!”
"I’m sorry!“ Jungkook groaned.
"I’m dying over here too, but there was a big accident that involved three
cars so it’s taking awhile. I really want to show her that I’m not bluffing
about my skills, but this shit happened and ugh.”
"Officer Jeon.“ His
partner called him.
"I have to go. Reschedule her
or something please.” He pleaded.
"She paid for this session,
Nochu…but I’ll see what I can do.“
"You rock, Noona.”
The Receptionist sighed and hung up.
She opened up her planner to scan the schedule for the day, “What can I even
Suddenly, the front door opened, causing the
bell to ring, and her head whipped up eagerly. Immediately, she beamed, relief
washing over her.
goodness you’re here! I need you to do me a BIG favor.“
patiently sat inside the pillow fort, which had a sort of canopy lining around
it that served as a barrier from the outside world. It made the sea of pillows
a bit more secluded, as if you were in your own world, in your bedroom, and not
in some public host club.
the doorknob turned and you perked up. Through the fabric, you saw the
silhouette of a man coming in. Tall and lean. Your heart raced as he
approached, knowing he was watching your outline just as much as you were observing
his. He reached out and pulled the canopy apart slightly, entering as you two
kept your eyes on each other. Your eyes traveled down his form knowingly.
not the man I had requested.” You commented.
man chuckled and bowed, “Well, I can assure you my service will still be
of high quality.”
hummed as you made room for him by pulling your legs back closer to you.
Seeming to understand your closed off body language, he took a seat in front of
you and waited for you to say something. You curiously stared at him for a few
seconds before saying.
me then. What exactly is the purpose
and the intrigue of such a business as this?“
man grinned, "Well why don’t I show you first and then you can tell me if
you’ve found an answer?”
it not something that can be answered with words?“ You questioned.
don’t think words can ever replace experiences.” he replied.
smiled. “No, I suppose not.”
do I have your permission to please you?“ he shifted.
nodded, feeling the air thicken immediately at his words.
have to ask.” he whispered as he reached out to touch your face.
“This isn’t your first time doing this sort of intimate thing,
shook your head. “It isn’t.”
he traced your cheek, traveling down to your neck, and you felt yourself shiver
immediately. "Mind telling me what you’re looking for here?”
glanced at his masked face. “Hopefully answers to many questions.”
caught his eyes twinkling expressively as he grinned. “Well then let’s
hope my body answers some of them for you today.”
you scooted back into the fort of pillows, getting comfortable.
he whispered as his fingers continued to roam the outline of your body.
being with a stranger is a bit…“ You tried to think of the word. ”…worrisome?“
so?” he questioned as his hands found your hips, and you felt your body
tingling at his mere touch there. Were your hips always so sensitive?
I mean you probably see naked women a lot…so it’s a bit embarrassing? I don’t
necessarily have the ideal body type.“
shook his head. "I think every person’s body is its own unique
one of his hands cupped your face. “Is that the only thing you’re worrying
much.“ You shrugged.
can assure you that I find your body very attractive.”
grinned, enjoying the compliment that had spilled from his mouth.
chuckled. “Are you carefree or just open-minded?”
I attest to being both?“ You smiled.
lips curled up. "I’ll go slowly.”
nodded as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto the expanse of your neck.
Gently at first, as if worried that you would shove him away and escape, then
open-mouthed the next few times. His mouth traveled across your throat, up
behind your ear, and your body responded to him by simply melting.
he urged you to lay down; your back hitting the softness of the pillows. You
felt like you were enveloped by a cloud; all while feeling hints of paradise as
he flicked his tongue out against your neck.You inhaled quickly as your heart
lurched forward at the new sensation. He adjusted himself so that his body
pressed against yours as he continued to suck on your skin. Your first time had been hurried and
clumsy, not at all like what was depicted in movies–the soft music playing in
the background and the slow motion, picturesque love making. But whatever was
happening now, with this masked man, you felt like it was close to what you
envisioned this act to be– unhurried and breathtaking.
hands made sure to touch every part of your body, as if he was cherishing it,
as if to let you know that every inch of you was loved. But that was crazy, how
could someone you had just met make you feel this way?
think. Just let your body act.“ he breathed onto your skin as he pulled
your shirt a little lower from your collar so he could kiss your chest.
"You’ll find your answers faster.”
I?“ you mumbled, a bit more strained than you anticipated your voice to
he hummed, his lips still attached to your chest; the reverberations shooting
through your entire being.
his hand slipped underneath your shirt. Warmth spread throughout your stomach
and his hand smoothed across it carefully. You felt your lower half heat up. He
was so close to where you were starting to need friction.
shifted so that his face was in front of yours. You stared at him as you bit
your lip to prevent yourself from panting or crying out, from acting on the way
your body was shamefully reacting.
I kiss you?“ he questioned.
nodded, licking your lips a bit since your whole mouth had gone dry ever since
he had initially approached you.
smiled warmly and captured your lips with his. They were soft and plush, and
all you could focus on at that moment was the movement of your mouths against
each other. Your mental strings slowly snapped one by one with each second that
passed by. He kissed you senselessly until your body moved on its own, grinding
up to meet his, surprising even yourself. He grinned as he bit down on your
it. Something like this feels better when you just feel.” he hummed as his hand traveled upwards, lifting your
shirt up as he cupped your bra.
kissed him more aggressively when he squeezed your breast in his large hand.
Seeing that you were less tense and more responsive after a few more massages,
he slid his hand underneath and you gasped instantaneously. He watched you, his
eyes lidded as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned as you
looked back at him pleadingly. You weren’t even sure what you were feeling. Did
you want more? Was it awkward? Was it painful? Was it good?
brushed his thumb across the sensitive bud again and you sighed, closing your
eyes. He was right. It was no use trying to analyze the emotion you were
feeling because your body was reacting before your mind registered anything.
You cleared your mind as you lunged forward, attacking his mouth with your
lips. The way he kissed you served as the best distraction, the best way to
calm down your thoughts. He seemed to understand because he welcomed your lips
hungrily. And soon enough, his hand traveled lower, to your jeans. He squeezed
your thighs and you spread your legs eagerly.
broke the kiss and stared at your face, wanting to see your reaction as his
finger traced up your thigh and hovered over your core. You gulped as you
observed his hand from afar, excitedly and anxiously all at once. Your chest
heavily rose and fell as you panted.
one finger caressed up the center of your jeans and you felt your underwear
dampen. Another stroke of his finger, then another as his pace quickened,
rubbing you through your jeans. You groaned and threw your head back. The fact that
he was watching you intently added to the thrill for some reason. He bit his
lip as you moaned when he pressed his finger harder against you.
hand left and before you could wonder what happened, it found their way to
unbutton your jeans. With a quick look at your expression, he pulled your pants
down. You swallowed harshly as you watched him settle between your legs, his
breath fanning across your clothed core.
thousand worries flitted across your mind in that moment, but they soon
dispersed when he edged forward and pressed his lips into your center. You
inhaled sharply and arched your back responsively. He kissed you again then
flicked his tongue out, making your already damp underwear wetter. You clutched
at the pillows that were within your reach, trying not to make any of the noises
that were threatening to come out of you.
as loud as you want, baby. These walls are soundproof. And I sure don’t
mind.“ he smiled before dipping his face into you again.
groaned and began heaving as he circled the tip of his tongue around. The
fabric between you and your dripping core was completely soaked, but it made
the sensation feel insanely more pleasurable.
my goodness.” You exhaled as his hands glided up your thighs.
didn’t think you could be wrecked by a few simple moves. It was almost shameful
that a stranger had unraveled you so easily. Was he just that knowledgeable?
Was there a universal tactic that made all women go crazy? Or had you been in
need of intimacy more than you thought?
you never did get to find out more in that point in time, because the buzzer
you had come in with, started flashing and vibrating. The masked man unlatched
himself from you and kindly handed you your jeans.
our time was so short.“ he apologized.
smiled and shook your head, your brain was a little fuzzy with all the
sensations you had just experienced.
not your fault. Thank you for filling in.” You sat up.
grinned as he offered you his hand to help you stand. “Did I serve to
answer some of your questions at least?”
chuckled, remembering the arrogant air in which you had greeted him. “I
can certainly see the intrigue of this business much clearer now.”
bowed playfully. “Well, I shall escort you out when you’re ready.”
Sorry.“ You blushed and hurried to get into your pants, struggling because
they were a bit tight. He steadied you by your shoulders so you could shimmy
inside them with a shy smile. "Skinny jeans. Heh.”
I try to avoid them. It’s hard to get around my thighs.“ he bantered.
we?” he gestured to the door and you nodded, letting him walk you out.
did it go?“ the Receptionist greeted you brightly. "Sorry about the
switch in host.”
shook your head. “Don’t be sorry.”
the Receptionist could ask you anything else, the host interjected.
I have to take my leave.“ The man bowed. "I’ll let you two speak
You called as he reached for the doorknob to exit.
turned to you questioningly.
should I call you if I want to see you again?”
stared at you, a bit surprised that you verbalized the desire of having a
second session with him so openly, considering he had just been a substitute to
your original choice. But his face softened when he saw your sincerity, and he
turned to face you fully.
he grinned, his eyes turning into small, crescents of appreciation. "Call
What people say:
"My niece's nephew's grandson was attacked and mauled by a dog without warning!"
What people mean:
"I am ignorant of dog body language and uneducated on dog behavior and I don't know how to read a dog's stress signals to see the subtle warnings that a dog is getting uncomfortable and reaching its threshold and about to lash out aggressively."
“If I could see you again I, I want to show you
everything I have. My heart that’s beating to hold you tight, I want to convey
it all to you, I, for real for real, until you hold this sincerity in your
embrace once again.” - J-Hope
[From “Hug Me” Taehyung & J-hope version; Trans
Summary: How can one gain forgiveness from someone who is no longer in
a position to give it? How can one be forgiven if they refuse to forgive
themselves? How can one move forward to the future… if the past was so much
Hoseok x Reader/ Hoseok x his daughter; Angst
A/N: So this is the REAL thing that I was writing during my plane ride >.< since it was safe to write with public eyes around lol I’m sorry for the April Fool’s joke, but anyways, here is the angst that no one asked for. :)
Hoseok was never the same again after the death of
his wife. No longer did his smile radiate like the sun, no longer did his
laughter ring infectiously. Days after his wife’s death, he locked himself
inside his house with his daughter, tormented by the questions of her young
These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)
Summary: Join Red Mask in this flashback to find out what exactly happened in his past that led him to become the very alluring man we had grown to love so dearly.
Park Jimin ft. other characters
High school au
Some fluff, some smut, a bit of comedy, a bit of angst
A/N: I made this drabble in first person so hopefully it’s not a bit weird. It’ll be told from Jimin’s POV because I wanted you all to get a little bit deeper inside his head and hear his hopefully somewhat relatable inner monologues, so I decided to stray from my usual POV style. Please read it as if you were listening to Jimin telling you this story! Enjoy! ^_^
wasn’t always Red Mask.
Contrary to what I made everyone
believe, I wasn’t always this charming, good looking, attractive, sexy,
incredibly skilled –
JIMIN, please get on with your flashback!”
You get the gist.
I wasn’t always the person that
you’ve all met. In fact, I was pretty much different. I was naive and gullible.
Unconfident and timid.
Back in my younger days, I didn’t
think much about love. Love and relationships, to me, were just some sort of
rite of passage. Everybody would get love. Everybody that was older than me was
in a relationship. And one day soon, it was going to be my turn.
Love to me back then was probably
what most children envisioned. The passion, the romance, the butterflies, the
awkward moments that end up being romantic and cute anyway. The perfect girl
was someone whose hair billowed in nonexistent wind when she walked into the
room, and she would flash you a smile that would stop your world for a few seconds.
And when your eyes locked, you both would know that you two were destined for
Love to me seemed so simple.
Once two people liked each other,
that was that. Happily ever after!
So I fell in “love”
constantly. I use quotation marks because who, at such a young age, could truly
say they were in love with someone they hardly knew? Someone they fantasized
about; someone they saw through a beauty filter; someone who they thought was
I had many, many crushes. And while
I was always a proponent of nice guys being the best choice, it never turned
out that way.
I was just average in all fields. I
didn’t stand out particularly. I was decent looking, but not enough to turn
heads. I still possessed some of my baby fat and I later found that that made
me look more childish than attractive to others. While all the girls were sweet
and friendly to me, I soon realized it was because I was harmless to them.
They didn’t even consider me an
I was always, always friend-zoned.
But I didn’t give up. No, I just
stepped up my game. I found things I was good at– dancing, drawing, singing–
and I tried to use that to my advantage.
You could say Red Mask was born from
the culmination of rejections and excuses that I was given throughout my years.
Every time I heard “I’m sorry I don’t think of you like that” or an
“Oh you’re a great friend Jimin, but I don’t have feelings for you”
or my favorite one, “Oh no. I really like your friend…does he know that
you like me? Can you put in a good word for me?”, I began losing my ideals
and beliefs about love. That foolish yet elusive feeling.
I became frustrated. What was I
lacking? What was not good enough about me? People who I considered less
talented and less good looking than me were getting girlfriends, why was I
asking all the wrong ones out? Why wouldn’t anyone give me a chance??
But then in high school, someone
Let’s call her Temptress.
Because she was seduction personified. She was one of the girls that
bloomed early and filled in her uniform well. She walked with dignified
confidence, with her large chest out and a bright smile. She knew that the boys
went crazy when she smoothed her fingers through her hair, and she would lock
eyes with you if you were staring, just to fluster you. Even the girls
befriended her out of envy.
She was the alpha female of my
And like most of the guys in the
school, I immediately fell for her.
I gave her homework when and if she
forgot it, which was often. I let her copy off my tests just so she would flash
me one of her smiles and nudge me while saying, “Thanks, stud!”. I
literally melted into my seat whenever she called me that.
Eventually, I confessed that I liked
her, expecting to get rejected of course, but I just couldn’t hold my feelings
"I like you!“ I yelled as
I handed her a bouquet of roses.
She smiled sweetly and took the
flowers out of my grip. I perked up expectantly.
"Jimin.” she called as she
cupped my chin with one hand so I could look up at her.
I gulped. “Yes?”
"Have you ever been with a
I, of course, being the honest,
innocent kid I was, shook my head. "Never.”
"So you’ve never…kissed anyone before?“
She traced my lips with her delicate
fingers and my heart was racing faster than an ambulance at this point. No girl
had ever been this close to me, much less touched my face. It was almost always
a light smack on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude or a reflex if they were
laughing at something funny.
"N-n-no.” I stammered foolishly
and then mentally kicked myself for being so uncool.
"Aww…“ she pouted.
She leaned closer to my face, and I
can honestly remember my eyes bulging out of its sockets. I wasn’t prepared.
Yes, I had fantasized kissing girls more often than I’d like to admit, and in
middle school, I embarrassingly tried teaching myself by watching videos and
kissing pillows, but obviously those never prepared me for the real life event.
I panicked as ten thousand plans and
questions ran through my mind.
Should I stick my lips out? Did she
want tongue? What the hell do I even do with my tongue when it’s in there?
(Videos don’t really show us what’s happening in there, you know, for aesthetic
Oh my goodness, did I brush my
teeth? What did I eat for lunch? Oh no, do I have bad breath? What if she hates
it after this? What if I’m TERRIBLE? How should I move my lips? Is it slow?
Fast? What is slow or fast? Should I
just run? What if she’s not even kissing me and I’m freaking myself out? Oh wait,
I should close my eyes. Right, that’s step one.
So I shut my eyes tightly and pursed
my lips out.
And she chuckled.
I felt my cheeks warm up
immediately. Well, chuckling was definitely not what I expected to happen in
this situation. Did I screw up already?
"You’re so cute, Park
The Temptress called me CUTE. I was literally
soaring, having an out of body experience.
"Relax and follow me.” she
Surprisingly, she didn’t back away.
She simply traced my lips again to relax me and I felt my knees buckle with the
sensation. Suddenly, I felt her soft lips against mine, and I pushed forward
eagerly. She pulled back and laughed.
"I told you to follow me.“
she repeated. "I’ll show you how to kiss.”
My heart was beating rapidly. The most
popular and gorgeous girl at my school just KISSED me and she’s KISSING ME
AGAIN. She leaned back in and this time, I closed my eyes slowly, and took in
the full feeling of her lips.
It was steady at first. Like what
little kids do to each other because they were mimicking their parents. Lip to
lip, we stood there for a few seconds not moving, but despite the lack of
action, I still felt my entire being tingling. Then without warning, she parted
my lips with hers and slipped her lips into the space between easily. She
grabbed arms and pulled our bodies flush together. I literally felt like I was
The kiss was a bit…wetter…than I
had imagined it to be. And there were no big fireworks or angels singing or
anything, but damn did it feel good, especially with her breasts squishing into
I was a hormonal teenager (but I
guess that much hasn’t changed about me) and I felt my male instincts being
enflamed. I followed her lead clumsily. Our teeth clashed together a lot because
I really had no idea about the spatial awareness between our lips, or anything
for that matter. I was just so enthused about being kissed by my crush that all
I could think about was keeping my lips on hers forever. Kindly, she didn’t
scold me or make fun of my lack of skill. She just pulled back a bit, adjusting
herself, and kept on kissing me until I found the proper rhythm.
Every time I made a mistake, I would
apologize, but she would hear none of it and just grab my face to go back at it
again. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to grab her waist, and as if I had
passed the first round boss, she gave me a reward that caused my knees to
buckle immediately. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and slid against mine.
OH. That’s what it did.
"Oh Jimin.“ she cracked up
as I literally gasped for air and stumbled back. I had lost all ability to
breathe with the new sensation. Frankly, everything about the moment was
Here was a beautiful girl kissing
me…a lot. And not to mention that I had had the biggest crush on her for a
year now. I had my first kiss and my first French kiss on the same day with the
hottest girl I had ever seen.
Talk about saving my luck.
"Breathe Jimin. You did
good.” she smiled and patted my back. “Would you like to learn more
things from me?”
My eyes widened. Was that her way of
saying yes? Who was I to turn that offer down?
"Yes, please.“ I squeaked
"Perfect.” She kissed me
deeply and I swear I almost fainted on the spot. “I’ll meet you here, same
Obviously, I showed up bright-eyed
and eager to learn the very next day. Maybe a little too eager because I showed
up an hour early.
But anyway, for an entire two weeks,
we made out constantly after school. Each day, I learned new techniques by
following her lead. And soon, I was pulling her moves out on her and she would
become more aggressive. Until one day, on our third week of us being girlfriend
and boyfriend, she invited me over her house.
Boy, I was REALLY not prepared for
what she had in mind.
Shakily, I rang her doorbell,
holding my books to my chest tightly. When the door swung open, she welcomed me
wearing a thin, satin robe that left nothing to the imagination. My grip
slackened and my books scattered onto the ground as I gulped. Immediately, my hands
flew in front of my face to cover my eyes.
"Wh-wha– I’m sorry! I
shouldn’t have come so early before you got to change!“ I panicked.
Temptress chuckled and pried my
hands away from my face. My eyes respectfully stared above her head, not
wanting to gawk at her clearly exposed body. I had never seen a naked girl in
real life before. Sure, there were magazines and videos…but it was like
watching a movie or reading a book. But this…this was beyond anything I had
imagined, my body was hyperaware of all her curves and I found myself wondering
how soft women actually felt.
I shook my head and turned around,
embarrassed as she bent down to pick up my books. Her cleavage was deep and the
sides of her breasts were peeking out from the thin fabric.
"You’re so cute Jimin.”
she giggled. “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you like this.”
I stepped inside backwards, still
not wanting to rake my eyes over her body, in fear that I would do something
she didn’t like.
"I-I thought we were just going
to do homework and watch TV together.“ I stumbled a little.
"No Jimin.” she chuckled
as she grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. “When a girl invites you
over after making out with you several times, they most likely mean they want
to have sex with you.”
"Yes. Please tell me you’ve at
least HEARD of sex, my innocent little nugget.” she squeezed my cheeks.
"Of course I have…I
just…well… I thought we’d at least…you know love each other before
thinking about that.“
"Oh Jimin.” she shook her
head and threw off her satin robe boldly. “So are you saying you don’t
want to have sex with me?”
I felt my cock twitch as my eyes
were now fully allowed to peruse her body. Nothing compared to seeing a real,
live, lingerie-clad female in front of me.
"Can I?“ I reached my hand
out towards her breasts curiously.
"Please.” She took my hands
and put both of them on each boob.
"Oh my gosh.“ I gasped as
I just cupped them awkwardly; my hand a little stiff, like they would pop if I
pressed too hard. "Now what do I do?”
"Massage them Jimin.“
"Um…okay…” I moved my
hands in small circles.
"Jimin, they’re not going to
break, massage hard.“ she guided
my hands. "Make me feel good.”
I was sure my entire face and neck was
red. Was it out of embarrassment? Out of excitement? I couldn’t exactly
remember the emotion that overwhelmed me at that point. But regardless, I had
never seen, much less touched a real breast before and there I was, massaging
two for the first time. I hadn’t even gotten this far in my research on women.
"Come here, Jimin.” she
whispered, tilting my chin up so she could swipe her tongue across my lip.
I moaned as her lips traveled down
to my neck, as it usually did when our make out sessions escalated
passionately. As a reaction, my hands worked her breast hard. My thumb
accidentally swiped across her nipple through the see-through lacy fabric and I
felt myself harden when she breathed desperately into my neck. Enlightened, I
repeated the motion and found that it had her react in the best way. She nipped
at my neck and brought her hips closer to my erection. So mustering my courage,
I began drawing small circles around her nipples gently. She began grinding
into me, her voice breathy and needy.
"Come with me.“ she
grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Get on the bed.”
I nodded meekly. I was unprepared,
but there was no way I was going to break this series of events. She wanted me.
She wanted to have sex with me. Something I had only dreamt about. Something I
thought I wouldn’t get to experience until much, much later in life.
I lay on the bed and watched her
shut her door softly. She had a supple ass, round and perky, and her legs were
fairly toned. If I remember correctly, she was an athlete of sorts. My thoughts
stopped short when I watched her hands come up behind her to unclip her bra. My
mouth immediately became dry and there was a fire of need brewing in my lower
region. My pants suddenly felt too restricting.
"Would you like to taste?“
she smirked, probably seeing the way I was gawking at her like a starving
All I could do was nod and she
climbed over me. My eyes were wide with awe as she lowered her breasts in front
of my face. What was I supposed to do?
"Have a taste.” she urged.
"Um…“ I looked around
nervously. "Is like…milk going to come out or something?”
She threw her head back and laughed.
I felt myself press my body further into her bed, ashamed.
"No, Jimin.“ she looked
down at me amused. "But it’s going to make me feel really good.”
"Um so…like…“ I
nervously stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple.
Her body reacted almost
instantaneously. She sighed and her elbows buckled a little. I felt empowered
so I did the same thing.
"Suck on it, please.” she
pleaded and I covered as much of her breast with my mouth. “The other
hand, play with my other one.”
I followed her instructions
obediently, and watched in surprise as those simple actions had her whispering
my name and rolling her hips into mine. What was this magic?
"I’m so wet for you
Jimin.“ she hummed.
I raised an eyebrow. Wet? Did that
mean I was using too much saliva on her boobs? But it didn’t sound like a bad
As if seeing my confusion, she
chuckled and pulled herself out of my mouth.
"I’m wet for you down
there.” she explained.
gulped as she tugged her panties down and rolled over on her back beside me.
"Would you like to feel?“
I nodded, my words still failing me.
"Give me your hand.” I did
so, and she guided my fingers lower and lower…until I felt something sticky
and warm. I flinched a little. What the heck was that?
"That’s how good you made me
feel.“ she smiled. "I’ll show you how to make me scream your name and
beg for more.”
I blinked. Those words flustered me,
but something inside me really wanted to hear her screaming my name and begging
for me, so I moved down so I could see her entrance clearly. It wasn’t as
attractive as I thought it’d be. A valley of pink folds lay in front of my
fingers, and I had no idea what to do about them.
She still held my hand, guiding my
thumb over a certain part of herself and she gently had me rub it. She winced
and moaned, throwing her head back. I panicked, thinking that I was hurting her,
but she gripped my wrist to continue. Worriedly and carefully, I continued as
she writhed under my touch.
"Put a finger inside me.“
I furrowed my brows.
She smiled and grabbed my index
finger, pushing it into one of her holes as I spazzed out at the tightness. Something
was clenching around my finger and I was afraid to go any further inside. Just
how far did this go? It was a weird feeling. My finger felt like they had just
dipped themselves in a narrow jar of thinned out honey.
But she shoved my finger inside and
cried out. My cheeks were flushed because as scared as I was that she was in
pain, her noises were turning me on. My boxers were soaked already just from
how she sounded and looked. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered at the
"Push in and out.“ She
panted, and I began moving my finger in and out of her hole, mesmerized by the
way my finger disappeared and reappeared; by the way she clutched the sheets
and bucked her hips up at the command of my index finger. "Add another.”
"But–“ I protested. There
was no way another finger would fit.
"Do it…please.” she
Did she like pain? I pushed both my
index and middle finger inside her and found her stretching accordingly to the
size, much to my surprise. She yelped loudly.
"Oh my god, Jimin.“
I decided that I very much loved
hearing that phrase, in that manner, in that tone. I smirked and began pushing
in and out of her with my finger.
"Jimin…” she heaved.
“Remember that place where you rubbed your thumb before?”
I nodded as I concentrated on my
fingers staying in the proper hole, maintaining the proper rhythm.
"I need your tongue
I looked at her in disbelief. She
wanted my tongue…where?
"Yes, taste me. Please.“
My ears warmed at her request, but I
couldn’t refuse. I licked my lips nervously. Was it edible? Would I die? Would
I gag? Would she taste okay? I flicked my tongue out and pretended like I was
licking ice cream; my fingers still continuing their motion.
"Mmm…” I hummed. She
didn’t taste bad at all. It was soft. It kind of felt like a small version of
her lips. Her hips began moving wildly as my tongue worked its way again.
"Oh my gosh. Yes. Like
that.“ she moaned and it ignited my confidence. My body took over, wanting
to taste every inch of her nether region, wanting to see how deep my fingers
went. Suddenly, I felt myself being ripped from the steady motion, only to have
her tongue enter my mouth. The thought of her tasting herself was a bit
nauseating, but I shoved that thought away when I felt her unzipping my pants.
"Wh-wha–” I was flustered
and climbed off the bed nervously.
"I need to return the
favor.“ she grinned as she approached me, and pulled down my pants, boxers
and all, in one motion.
I covered my cock timidly. I felt so
exposed. I was worried about what she thought of my body.
"Hands off.” she swatted
them away as she knelt down, and stared at me hungrily.
Was that a good or bad thing?
Then she opened her mouth and dipped
her head down my entire length. I stumbled backwards slightly, but her grip on
my hip steadied me. My eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure that had just
coursed through my body.
"Oh…oh my…“ I moaned
as she bobbed her head back and forth.
I looked down and felt like I was
about to faint at the sight. For some reason, it was extremely hott. She was on
her knees in front of me, humming happily as she pleasured me expertly. And to
top it off, this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. She was sucking me off and
enjoying it. And when she added her tongue to the mix, my hand instinctively grabbed
her head and slammed myself deeper into her throat. Then I realized what I was
"I’m so sor–”
"Do it again.“ she looked
up at me in pure delight. "I liked it.”
She covered my length again and I
bucked into her, gripping her hair tightly to keep my sanity. I needed more. I
wanted more. This felt so good, it was indescribable. I was addicted. But just
when I thought it was already wonderful enough, she pulled away and stated
something that had me leaking shamefully.
"I need you inside me.“
When I agreed with her using a
subtle nod, she handed me a condom wrapper, "Here. I’m not planning to get
pregnant anytime soon, so I always have some protection on me.”
I nodded understandably and fumbled
to open it with much difficulty. I must’ve looked extremely foolish because she
gently ripped it open for me. With my hands shaking, I took the rubber and
tried to line it with the tip of my cock, but it kept missing. I was growing
anxious by the second.
"Relax.“ she guided my
hands and I was able to roll it down easily.
I took a deep breath. I still
couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was all happening.
"Since it’s your first time,
how about I top for now?”
"Top what?“ I tilted my
She looked at me amused. "Lay
on the bed, Jimin.”
I got back into the sea of blankets,
my heart racing incredibly fast. I was dazed and beyond myself. I wanted the
pleasure back, the high that I was climbing to a few minutes ago with her mouth
around my dick. I felt the bed dip a few seconds later and she soon straddled
me. Her warmth was right above my cock and my breathing became labored as she
pushed herself down. I groaned and grabbed her thighs tightly. What was this
feeling of unrivaled pleasure and electricity? My blood rushed downwards and I
was sweating profusely. This had to be illegal.
But I was wrong.
When she started riding me, first
slowly then roughly, THAT was illegal. Embarrassingly though, I finished
quickly, releasing myself before she even built up to her climax. But she
didn’t press further; she slid off of me with a satisfied smile.
"It happens during your first
time. Don’t worry.“ she cuddled beside me after I had thrown the condom
out and plopped onto the bed. I was extremely sleepy and exhausted for some
reason. I hadn’t even done much, but it felt like I had worked out intensely.
"We’ll be doing this a lot more often and you’ll be great.”
She whispered into my ear as I was
lulled into sleep.
And she was true to her word. Every
time we met up, it would end up with our bodies tangled in her bed, sweaty and
panting. She taught me a lot, and I learned a lot about women and my own body
from our sessions. We hardly saw each other in school, but knowing that we had
a set time to meet up afterwards, made it all better. I mean, girlfriends and
boyfriends didn’t HAVE to be attached to each other all day. Although, I did
really want to walk to class holding her hand, flaunting that I, Park Jimin,
was dating the Temptress.
But I soon found that I had been
deluding myself all along.
I decided to search for her during
lunch time one day. I had seen her walk out with one of the popular guys so I
followed her, worried that he would ask her out or something like that. I lost
their track, so I wandered around. They were heading towards the bleachers for
some reason so I perused the area. I was about to give up when I heard a very
familiar moan coming from underneath the bleachers.
Nervously, I journeyed there and
found the popular guy rocking into her roughly while she grinned, her face
painted with pleasure. I stood there in horror. I knew I should’ve ran. I knew
I shouldn’t have stared, but I was floored. What was she doing? Why was she
looking so happy to have someone else inside her? Why?
They both finished and only then did
she notice me.
"Oh. Jimin. Hi!“ She
beamed as she patted down her skirt. She dangerously had no underwear
underneath, but it had given the other man easy access. "Did you want some
to? It’ll be easy to slip inside me now.”
I stared at her, nearing tears.
"Why…what’re you…“ I
couldn’t form any coherent sentences because I was so overwhelmingly upset.
"Oh honey. Did you really think I was your girlfriend?”
she chuckled as she walked over to me.
"But you kissed me and we
had…“ I leaned over to whisper (because I thought it was such a taboo
word at the time). ”…sex.“
"Oh Jimin.” she looked at
me sympathetically. “I felt sorry for you. It was clear you were new to
everything and I wanted to help you out.”
"What? But the sex…you said I
was amazing. It felt amazing!“
"Oh sweetie.” She giggled
as the popular guy approached her, giving her a warm embrace from behind.
“Sex feels amazing even when you don’t love someone. And most of the time,
people don’t do it for love anymore. That’s so old fashioned. And if you wanted
it to be so special, don’t you think you should’ve been more careful about who
you had your first time with?”
She cupped my face gently, and I was
torn between chucking her hand away, having seen her touching another man with
it, and holding onto it tightly, afraid that the only girl who had ever shown
interest in me would disappear.
"You have a lot of potential,
Jimin. I sensed it in you all along. Out of all the guys I taught, your skills
genuinely turned me on. And if you’re looking to learn more in the bedroom, you
know how to reach me. I really think you would be fantastic in bed with more
lessons. But let’s make it clear that this doesn’t mean we’re in a
I hung my head down, mind blown. In
those few minutes, my entire notion of love and sex was shattered. But I
nodded. If there was one thing I understood from everything she said, it was
that she didn’t love me at all.
But I refused to believe that she
didn’t like me.
I remained naive and foolish, and I
continued to go for lessons at her house, doing my best to learn how to please
her, reveling in the way she focused on just me when my fingers or my dick was
inside her. Just for that moment in time, I wanted to believe that she was
attracted to me, that if I could show her just how amazing I was in bed, she
wouldn’t need to go to anyone else. I was determined to make her fall for me,
by being the best of her pupils.
But one day, my plans were foiled.
"Jimin. We have to stop
this.” She smiled warmly. She had asked to see me after school and I
thought we were going to try something new excitedly. But she had actually
called me out to sever whatever it was that we were doing. “I found
someone that I want to keep forever.”
"What?“ I felt the wind
get knocked out of me.
"I have a boyfriend now, and
you’ve honestly learned everything I could teach you and mastered it.” she
grinned as she caressed my cheek. “I am so proud of you.”
In anger, I slapped her hand away
and sprinted from her, ignoring her calling my name. If she had wanted a
boyfriend, why hadn’t she chosen me? If she had wanted to be in a stable
relationship, I was always there, waiting for her. I was infuriated and couldn’t
see which way I was going so I ended up bumping into someone in the middle of
In my rage and pain, only one
thought coursed through me –I wanted to feel someone want me, even if it was
forcefully. The girl looked up at me surprised as I stared at her. She was
pretty. So I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers. She struggled a
bit, but soon relaxed and kissed me back.
"Do you want to have sex with
me?“ I breathed desperately against her lips.
Surprisingly, she nodded, blushing
profusely. So I took her to an empty classroom and pleasured her the only way I
knew how. I touched her the way the Temptress enjoyed, finding that it wasn’t
just specific to her; it worked on girls in general. I was prepared with a
condom, and I released my frustrations and desires into this girl, who just
happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But she had agreed without
questions, so I just let go and did what I wanted until we were both satisfied.
"Wow…that was great…”
the girl heaved as she slipped back into her uniform.
"Yeah. Thanks. I needed to just
get that out of my system.“ I ruffled my hair.
"Thanks for that.“ I
smiled at her.
"Wait…you didn’t have
feelings for me?”
"Oh…no. I’m not even sure who
you are.“ I blinked.
In the next second, I felt a sting
on my cheek, and it didn’t dawn on me until a few seconds after that I had just
"We’ve been in the same class
for years you asshole!” She hissed and ran out of the classroom, leaving
me stunned, but not feeling guilty in the slightest.
It was her fault for making
assumptions, just as it was mine with Temptress.
So with renewed vigor, I
pursued Temptress seriously this time around. My pride and my social standing didn’t matter
anymore as long as it ended with me getting her. I professed my love to her
childishly and boldly. In front of school, in the middle of school,
after school. I showered her with roses, made her lunch, anything that I could
think of to have her look my way.
But she soon had enough.
"I need you to stop this,
Jimin. I will never be with you. You need to get over me and move on.“
Temptress crossed her arms angrily.
"You’re the only girl I ever
wanted to be with. I wanted the person I shared my first time with to be my one
and only. I truly believe that we’re meant to be.” I confessed
"Jimin, whatever you think we
were is only in your head. I was seeing about five other guys while we were
having lessons. And I slept with someone right after you left my house every
single time we had sex.“ she admitted.
I gawked at her, not believing what
I was hearing. I really wasn’t the only one. I never was the only one.
"Jimin. You’re forcing your
ideals and desires on me when you don’t know the first thing about me. And
besides, love hurts. So why bother with it? Sex is enough to keep me happy. I
don’t want anything other than that. It’s too much.”
"But you have a boyfriend?“
She laughed. "Yeah. He’s hott,
fantastic in bed, and rich, but I don’t love him. I do want to keep him as long
as I can though.”
I collapsed on my knees,
As she walked away, I felt my world
crashing down and I wondered if everybody around me was actually the person I
was seeing. Did everyone have a darker side to them? Did everyone feel this
nonchalant about hurting someone else? Did everyone think of love as something
so trivial and unnecessary? Was I not worth loving?
I was filled with doubts and trust
issues. I was terrified of getting hurt again. Day after day, I was traumatized
by past memories and the unknown future, all the times that I had gotten
To make matters worse, the girl that
had turned out to be in the same class as me, had told everyone about how I had
used her. I was permanently labeled as a playboy and gossips ravaged that I
toyed with women’s feelings, that my nice facade had all been an act to get
close enough to use them for their body.
I was isolated, bullied, and looked down upon. The girls that had been so nice to me before distanced themselves and began looking at me with wary eyes constantly, like I had betrayed them, when in truth, it was I that had been betrayed.
And finally, one day, as I stared at
myself in the mirror, it all clicked. A switch was flipped inside me, and I
smirked at my reflection. I had had enough of it all.
"Fine. If it’s a playboy they
see,” I combed my hair up, exposing my forehead. “then a playboy
they’ll get. Park Jimin doesn’t need love. Sex is enough to make me happy.”
I accepted my fate, and became the
bad boy openly. Once I embraced that side of myself, I realized that women fell
and swooned for me. I had the power of seduction at my fingertips all along,
but I had been suppressing it, believing that nice guys were what girls wanted.
Even women thought they wanted good guys, yet they still found themselves
magnetized towards the bad boys for some reason.
No longer was I friend zoned. No
longer was I not seen as an option. No longer did I take a backseat to all the
other guys. No longer did I set myself up to get hurt.
Until of course, I fell in love with
someone just as excellent in bed and just as attractive as I was. And it made me realize that I no longer wanted to live that kind of life and be
that kind of person. So now, here I am with a successful job and a beautiful
girlfriend who I am insanely in love with. And hell, I have the best sex life
Yet, when I received an ominous
letter, I sat in my living room, staring at it in horror; the flood of negative
emotions coming back to me. Three simple words froze time and whisked me back
to the days when I was the most vulnerable, to the days that had started it
all, to the days that had given birth to Red Mask: High School Reunion.