lift your burdens

You think you’re doing fine. You go along with your life as if it didn’t matter. As if it didn’t hurt. Then suddenly, out of the blue, it hits you like tsunami waves, crashing mercilessly. Over and over again. Your eyes are dry but your heart is in pain. It’s crushing and breaking and tearing all at the same time. You miss that person. You miss that person for how they made you feel. For all memories, good and bad, they gave you. For the worry and the anger and the love and the care. You ponder for a second. You wonder if you truly miss that person, or if it’s just the loneliness speaking. Is it because you’re doing nothing now, talking to nobody that you miss that person? Or have you been missing them all along, it’s just taken you this long to acknowledge that? You’d like to think that it’s the latter but, really, it’s both. You’re constantly missing that person subconsciously. The loneliness only magnifies the longing. Everyday you’re fighting that loneliness. You try to overcome the sorrow it brings, but today just isn’t one of those days. Instead of wallowing, you look on the bright side. You remember the good that that person gave you. You realise that, although that person hurt you, you’re still grateful. That person made you realise things you didn’t know about yourself. How, when you love, you become a pushover. You’d do anything so as not to compromise what you both have. And you shouldn’t be like that. Not all the time. It’s alright to give in sometimes, but don’t make it a habit. You’re making yourself vulnerable. You learn that putting what you want first, isn’t always a bad thing. That if that person truly loved you, they wouldn’t put themselves in a position to lose you. Then, after all the thinking and wondering, your heart is kind of at peace…for now. Being able to release all this emotion, will greatly lift the burden in your heart. You’ll feel lighter. But it would be foolish for you to believe that it won’t come back. The heart is a fickle and finicky thing. But when it does come back, you’ll know how to handle it. You’ve done this before. Just remember what you’ve given and remember that loving yourself first is more important. Value yourself in the way that that person wasn’t able to do. Take a deep breath. Smile. You’re good to go. You got this.
—  dext-erous 
Paper Hearts (Part 14)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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“you, petunia evans, a muggle, are the love of my life. nothing brings me greater satisfaction and nothing ever will bring me greater satisfaction. magic brought us together, and it will bring us apart. you have to accept that, my love. everything that is good in life is also bad. please contact your sister, and tell my brother i love him. you no longer deserve to feel the bitterness we have shared for all these years. lift that burden off your shoulders, i beg you. this is goodbye, but as you now know, magic is a full circle. it will bring us apart in this moment, but it will bring us back together in the end. rest easy, my love. i will see you soon.” (source)

Ease - Part 17

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.1k (sorry)

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

Originally posted by jeonbase

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It became a habit, checking your phone every few minutes to see if there was a text, if there was a missed call. But every time, there would be nothing. Then that same old bitter feeling settled in your stomach, and it became harder and harder to focus on the essay you were writing. Eventually, you gave up and sat back, staring at the paper but not quite seeing it.

It was the day of the competition: the day you’d been waiting for for months, but it wasn’t going quite how you’d imagined it back then. Instead of getting ready excitedly with Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi, you were sat in your room tearing your hair out at the memory of Taehyung walking away from you with a betrayed look in his eyes. You’d told Jungkook what had happened, and how Taehyung’s parting words and the lack of communication confirmed that he’d dropped out of the dance, and Jungkook didn’t seem at all surprised.

“He can sulk for a long time,” he had explained, wincing as he walked into his kitchen, his ankle still causing him pain. “After so many years of knowing him, hasn’t he ever done that before?”

You had said he hadn’t, because when you fought, it never lasted long. Over the years, you’d relied on his forgiving nature, but this time was different. He knew how much this dance meant to you and Jungkook, so if he was willing to let it all fall through, he was seriously hurt. You didn’t blame him.

Yoongi had texted you that morning, asking whether Taehyung had given in and if you would be performing, and your eyes stung slightly as you typed out a simple no. You hadn’t forgiven yourself for what happened, so you didn’t expect Taehyung to either. For the past couple of nights, you’d eaten your way through several tubs of ice cream in front of the TV, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates crept around you, not disturbing your binge and letting you eat your feelings away. However, on the day of the competition, it didn’t seem to be working, so you sat down to get some work done. Which also wasn’t working.

You had no energy left in you to win Taehyung round. Deep down, you knew keeping that secret from him would hurt in the long run, but you didn’t realise how much it would hurt. Everything seemed so futile, and it left you feeling empty. You had to force yourself to get out of bed, to eat, to take a shower, but your mind never once strayed from Taehyung.

As you stared out of your window at the cloudless sky, your phone began vibrating angrily against the wooden desk. It flashed up with a name, and your heart sunk when you realised it wasn’t Taehyung. It was your mother.

“Hey,” you answered, switching to English.

Y/N! You haven’t called recently, is everything okay?” came her chirpy yet slightly worried voice.

“I’m fine,” you swallowed, eyeing the bin that was full of empty ice cream tubs. “How’s home? Did you get the money I sent you?”

“I did, thank you. It’s all been sorted with the rent, so don’t you worry about that. You’ve done us a massive favour. Thank you, Y/N, honestly. But I was mainly calling about something else. I wanted to ask you about Taehyung…”

You took in a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever idea she’d come up with. Usually she’d ask you to invite him to some family outing that she’d spontaneously planned, whether it be a meal at a restaurant or a shopping trip in town. Excuses popped into your head to get out of asking Taehyung without arousing suspicion as your mother continued talking.

“It was quite strange. I was making a quick trip to the market to pick up some groceries, and I could’ve sworn I saw Taehyung walk past. So I called out his name, just to be sure, and he turned and looked around. He didn’t see me, but it meant I could see his face and it was definitely him. Has something happened in his family? Surely he’s missing classes by coming home.”

“What?” you asked flatly, standing up suddenly and sending your chair clattering to the floor. The door to Yeona and Mijung’s room opposite you opened, but you ignored it. “He’s in Daegu?”

“I saw his mum, but of course, I didn’t want to be insensitive so I just asked if Taehyung had some time off. She said he hadn’t, and I didn’t push her any further than that. Plus, I don’t speak enough Korean to ask anything else. Tae looked really sad, too, bless him.”

“He’s in Daegu,” you repeated hollowly, just as your bedroom door opened to reveal a slightly annoyed Yeona.

“Can you keep-”

“I’ve got to go,” you said down the phone, cutting off Yeona’s attempt at a scolding.

Not looking her in the eye, you brushed past Yeona as you hurried towards the front door, your mind in turmoil. Was it really that bad that Taehyung had to go home? Or was it something else? You had no idea, but you were certain that either Jin, Namjoon or Jungkook did.

Really, all you needed to do was send a text to Taehyung’s housemates, but you didn’t want to stick around to be told off by Yeona, and you weren’t doing anything else productive, so you began pacing it towards Taehyung’s house in the hot spring morning.


Taehyung’s house was loud with noise when you arrived, as they were all singing along to a song playing on Jungkook’s phone. Jimin standing in the mix, which took you aback slightly as he danced next to Jungkook and sang his heart out.

“Jimin,” you said bluntly, catching his attention. His face split into a grin as he ruffled his silver hair, but you couldn’t understand why he was there and Taehyung wasn’t, so your smile back was weak. “Where’s Taehyung?” you asked him.

Jimin just shrugged, so you turned the question onto the other boys. Jungkook paused the music so you could be heard properly, resulting in a few grumbles from the others. After repeating yourself, however, you were met with silence.

“Taehyung? I haven’t seen him since yesterday,” said Jin finally, beginning to frown.

“Nor me,” added Namjoon. “Although I heard him bashing around in his room for a bit, but nothing else. We thought he was with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes opened wide as he realised something was up. It was such an innocent look that you understood why he got away with annoying Namjoon so often.

“Taehyung’s gone home,” you explained sadly, hoping against all hopes that you weren’t the sole reason for his unexplained departure. “He found out that I knew about Yeji.”

“Knew what about Yeji?” asked Jin quizzically, the same confused expression on his face as Namjoon. “Wait, is this to do with the thing that you kept from him? When he told you he liked you before you met us in the park?”

Slowly and hesitatingly, you explained the whole situation, with the help of Jungkook and Jimin. You watched as Namjoon and Jin’s faces turned from confused to angry to sorrowfully understanding as you talked, your burdens lifting off your chest as you did so. It was shameful describing what you did, especially to your friends who had always been so kind and considerate . Jungkook and Jimin also looked embarrassed, as they too had kept the same thing from Taehyung, but there was no doubt in your mind it was your responsibility. After all, you were supposed to be his best friend.

“… and now because of that, Taehyung’s gone back to Daegu and I can’t compete in the dance competition,” you finished, looking around at the others and waiting for them to say ‘it’s your own fault’ or ‘what’s done is done’. Because it was true: there was nothing else you could do.

Strangely, however, Namjoon seemed to believe differently. “Well, you need to go bring him back for the competition.”

You just blinked several times, not quite expecting that response. “I need to do what?”

“I’m not seeing all your hard work go down the drain, just because of some silly misunderstanding,” declared Namjoon. “I understand why Taehyung was mad, but it’s plain unfair to ruin this for you. I say drive down to Daegu, apologise, and tell him to get his ass back to Seoul.”

Laughing at the absurdness of it all, you shook your head. “If he’s upset enough to go home and miss classes, then he’s not going to come back if I simply say sorry. Plus, I can’t drive.”

“Jin does.”

“It’s broken down,” mumbled Jin, his face downcast. “Why do you think I’ve been looking after Jungkook? I’m not doing this out of kindness, you know.”

“How about… train!” Namjoon called out triumphantly.

Again, you shook your head. “Too expensive. I appreciate the thought, I really do, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I was just coming to check if there was another reason that he might’ve left, but I guess not. I’ll see you guys later.”

Walking towards the front door, you almost made it to the handle before a hand on your shoulder pulled you back. Wheeling around, you saw Namjoon standing right behind you, his dark eyes pitiful as he smiled softly.

“Don’t give up, okay?”

Looking down at your shoes, you tried not to let your face go red. “Namjoon, it’s too late. I’m tired of chasing him.”

He just chuckled lightly, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze before letting go and walking away backwards. “It’s never too late to fight for something,” he said, turning around and leaving you standing there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do next.


Going back to your house, you walked into the main sitting area and almost burst into tears then and there. Instead, you gulped heavily to rid the stone from your throat and sank down onto one of the sofas, cuddling a cushion in your lap. How could you fight for a lost cause?

“Y/N! It’s your turn to do the-” Jiwon paused as she saw your stricken face, not knowing how to react. You didn’t bother looking in her direction, as your mind was elsewhere and you couldn’t be bothered to bring it back. Instead, you let her slowly remove her body from her bedroom and tentatively move towards you, her slippers dragging on the wooden floor.

“Is everything okay?” she asked quietly in a high-pitched tone.

When you didn’t respond, she disappeared for a minute, but returned with reinforcements. Before you knew what was happening, all three girls were sitting around you, eyebrows upturned in worry.

“You’ve been acting really weird recently,” commented Mijung bluntly, her ponytails jiggling about furiously as she fidgeted about next to you. “What’s the matter?”

That’s all it took for you to completely spill everything. For so long, you’d been keeping things to yourself and suffering quietly, but you were on a roll. For the second time that day, you told your secrets. You told them all about Taehyung, about how you fell in love over the years, about the dance competition, and all the way up to how you messed up by keeping too many secrets. It felt wrong at first, as your housemates were the last people you thought you’d tell about anything, but eventually you were glad you did. Mijung wrapped her arms around your shoulders while Yeona and Jiwon mothered you with blankets, as well as making sympathetic noises and offering their support.

“We had no idea,” muttered Yeona. She seemed genuinely distressed, which contradicted her usual grumpy aura. Although you had been told it was because she worked so hard, your opinion of the older girl never changed until that moment.

“So, you fancy Taehyung, and he was going to dance with you, but he’s gone back to Daegu because you upset him,” stated Mijung, summarising your points, “and you can’t fetch him and bring him back to Seoul because you can’t drive. Right?”

“Why don’t you text him?” asked Jiwon.

“He’s ignoring them. I don’t think it’s something you can sort out over text, anyway,” you sniffled.

“I can drive.”

Your hanging head lifted to look at Jiwon, mouth falling open slightly.

“I was in a similar situation with my boyfriend,” she explained, fiddling with the corner of a cushion. “I kept secrets because I was scared he would judge me if he found out. It almost ruined things completely.”

“You’d be willing to drive down to Daegu for me?” you spluttered incredulously.

“This will be so fun!” squealed Mijung, clapping her hands. “Road trip!” Standing up, she hurried to her room, but Yeona and Jiwon didn’t question it. You wondered if they ever bothered questioning Mijung’s actions.

“But you… don’t like me?”

“Nonsense,” Yeona laughed loudly. “Sure, you’re noisy, but you’re not so bad. Us housemates have got to stick together, right? And if Y/N’s in a time of need, then it’s our duty to help out.”

“It’s a long drive,” you argued, not quite believing your luck.

“How long will it take to drive?” Yeona asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“About three hours,” you responded, quickly glancing at Jiwon to see if she was frowning or not. Luckily, she nodded, and internally you cheered.

This was really happening, you thought to yourself. At the start of the year, you never would’ve thought that your housemates were willing to make an impromptu road trip to the other side of the country, just so you could participate in a dance competition. Scratch that, you wouldn’t have even thought that would ever happen an hour ago.

“We’ve got to plan this out,” instructed Yeona, immediately taking charge. “If we leave now, we’ll make it by mid-afternoon, leaving Y/N… not very long to win round Taehyung. By the time we get back to Seoul, the show would just be starting, if Y/N’s quick.”

“Sounds good to me!” cheered Mijung, coming back from her room with a crate of food. “I’ve got the provisions.”

“How…” began Jiwon, trailing off as she stared at the pile of snacks and drink cans that Mijung was struggling to carry, her small frame leaning backwards slightly to support the mound of food. Turning back to Yeona, she added, “We’ll be cutting it fine, won’t we?”

Yeona nodded. “Y/N, you’re going to have to be quick. Jiwon, you need to push the speed limits where you can, because if you’re late for shows like this, they don’t let you perform at all. They’re really strict on schedules.”

Adrenaline filled your body as you realised what you were about to do. Could you make it? The excitement pumped in your blood at the thought of dancing with Taehyung on stage, but it was a distant dream. If you didn’t have long to talk, you might not be able to convince him at all, and you didn’t want to waste people’s time by driving down to Daegu for nothing. But you wanted nothing more than to make Jungkook proud. After messing with his emotions for so long, it was the least you could do for him.

The girls began packing up the car while Yeona gave out strict orders on directions if there was traffic. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing they were going out of their way to help you. It was strange how their personalities began to show, too. For so long, you’d assumed that both Jiwon and Yeona were crabby and snarky, and Mijung was slightly crazy, but you were pleasantly surprised to find out differently. Jiwon was slightly nervous, but seemed extremely intelligent, Yeona was a natural leader, as she was calm and in control, and Mijung was a devotee for food and seemed to have a positive outlook on absolutely everything. Your spirits were lifting by the second, knowing that your housemates weren’t completely heartless, and that you might still have a shot at the competition. And a shot at fixing things with Taehyung.

This might solve everything, or could be a complete disaster.

And you hoped and prayed it was the first.


An hour later, you were driving down the highway, Yeona sorting out timings and Mijung with you in the back asking you endless questions about Taehyung. The car was a mess already, with sweet wrappers everywhere and a strong smell of vanilla wafting through the air, despite the air con being on full blast. There was also a sticky residue near your feet, which you believed was Mijung’s fault, as during a two minute pit stop her drink went from full to almost empty, but she denied the accusations. Despite the litter crunching under your shoes, it was quite comfortable sinking back into the chair and letting your head rest against the cool glass of the window.

“Basically, you both like each other, and neither of you knew for years?” she asked, sucking on a lollipop that turned her lips blue.

“He was subtle about it,” you explained. “It was only when my friend pointed it out, I realised. I don’t know, I guess I just thought he was being friendly.”

“I wish you’d told us sooner. I would’ve immediately told you he was flirting. I have a romantic eye” said Mijung proudly.

You shuffled in your seat uncomfortably. It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want to become friends, but more because of the rudeness and constant scolding you received had put you off. Although they were never your dream housemates, and they were nothing compared to what Taehyung had, but they were helping you do something that was completely insane, and you were eternally grateful.

Eventually, a couple of hours later, the buildings started becoming familiar as you reached the outskirts of Daegu, and you began directing Jiwon towards your house. You passed fields and small farms, all of which brought you nostalgia of the times where everything was so much simpler. A time when there was no heartbreak, no confusion, no secrets. High school was extremely stressful, as you were working well into the night just to get a good grade, so even though you’d never go back, you still missed how your life was back then.

“What are you going to say to him?” Mijung asked softly, as if she knew you were growing more and more nervous as you drew closer.

You shrugged, keeping your eyes out of the window and watching the trees and bushes flash by. “I guess sorry would be a start.”

“Don’t panic,” she reassured. “If he really loves you, he’ll let you in.”

Something told you she wasn’t talking literally.

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 2. [BTS x Reader fic]

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE


Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

          But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    


Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Originally posted by chimchams


           "So that’s his name? Just… V?“ Silver giggled into the phone. "It sounds cute already.”

           "Right?“ You grinned. "Oh my gosh. I’m so nervous. Should I message him first or wait for him to message me?”

           "I would wait.“ Silver suggested. "Besides, you’re at work right now. You need to be in a place where you can really be into the messaging. Plus you don’t want to be too eager or come off desperate.”

           "Alright.“ You exhaled excitedly. "I’ll just wait until after work then I’ll message him first.”

           "You go girl! I’m so happy for you!“

           "Ahh! I hope he’s not creepy.” You bit your lip nervously.

           "Keep us updated. Even if he is a creep, you can take him.“ Silver snorted.

           "You’re right.”

           "Get back to work. Who knows what trouble the guys are getting into over there.“

           ”‘Kay ~ I’ll let you know how it goes!“ You hung up and spun your chair around. Immediately, you jumped out of your seat as you finally spotted Jimin blinking cutely and sitting on your desk patiently.

           "Holy shit, Chims!”

           He smiled and swung his legs adorably as he sang. “Who you talking about?”

           You blushed, “Um I got my perfect match on that dating app.”

           "Ahh.“ he nodded. "V?”

           "Just how long were you sitting there?“ You smacked him and he laughed.

           "You should be more aware of your surroundings.” he crossed his arms.

           "Did you finish your client early again? You really need to take it easy!“ You furrowed your brows.

           "Not this time. She actually wanted a Gentleman persona today so I grabbed one of the trainees in the break room.”

           You groaned, “You’re supposed to tell me before you switch people around!”

           "Well, I was but you were on the phone.“ he grinned.

           You glared at him then turned on the monitor. Jimin scooted beside you to take a look too, and his lips curled up smugly.

           "Well looks like things are going well.”

           You sighed and turned it off, relieved yet annoyed.

           "You forget I’m a flexible personality.“ He propped his legs up on the arms of your wheelie chair. "You’re the one who assigned me to be an aggressor.”

           "You’re also the one who said you preferred to be an aggressor because you didn’t want to be the same as Hobi.“ You tried to push his feet away so you could spin in your chair, but he didn’t budge.

           "Back to this V guy.” Jimin smirked.

           "There’s nothing to say yet, Chims. We just got matched with each other.“

           Jimin grabbed your hand and glanced at your watch. "How long has it been since you got the notification?”

           "Umm 15 minutes?“

           He smiled, "He’ll message you in two hours.”

           "Why two hours?“

           "It’s not too long of a time period that he comes off as too nonchalant but it’s not too short that he looks too eager.”

           "I don’t know…“ You were skeptical.

           "That’s just how all guys are.” Jimin shrugged.

           Suddenly, your phone vibrated and both of your eyes zoomed to the screen. Your face brightened while Jimin’s was surprised when you saw:

           V: I finally found you!

           V: Well the app did…but I found you!Yay!

           V: Oh, and Hi perfect match :)

           Your heart fluttered at the light hearted and enthusiastic messages. Jimin’s face contorted to one of judgment as he read over your shoulder.

           "What is he in middle school? What is with that smiley? And all those exclamation points?“

           You elbowed Jimin. "Shut up. It’s cute!”

           Jimin made a face behind you then rested his chin on your shoulder. “What’re you going to reply?”

           "Jimin.“ You scolded. "I know we tell each other everything, but I need your nose out of my texts.”

           He rolled his eyes as he straightened up, “Like I care. I’m just wondering what’s going to happen to your little Tae ~ that brings linner and goodies now that you’ve found your 'perfect match’.”

           You hummed, “Well neither one is anything serious so I don’t see the issue.”

           "That’s my girl.“ Jimin snickered as he patted your head. "Well, I’ll be in the break room then. Make sure I’m awake for my next client, love.”

           You nodded distractedly as you continued to stare at the messages on your screen. He was your perfect match right? So wouldn’t just being yourself be okay?

           "Ah whatever.“ You hissed, choosing to ignore all the preconceptions messaging right away might create.

           Coffeegirl: Hey! Yeah, I was getting anxious that they wouldn’t find anyone for me haha

           Immediately, a reply came, bringing a smile to your face.

           V: Hehe, I had faith I’d find you.

           And so, you two eased into a comfortable conversation. It was frightening, how easily it flowed from topic to topic. Neither of you spared any details to answer each other’s questions. You both shared the belief that honesty is the foundation of any relationship and besides, neither of you had anything to lose by telling a stranger personal things about yourself.

           V, you found, also worked a few odd jobs, but his main career was a veterinarian. He owned a cat and dog, and he had his own apartment. He had to work other jobs because he was only part time at the animal clinic and he wanted to save up to open his own one day. You admired his hard working personality and his aspirations right away.

           Time flew without you noticing.

           "Oh mannn.” Jimin whined as you locked up. “Now that you work after, we can’t walk home together anymore.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Good. So now you can actually stay at your own house for once.”

           Jimin pouted and you shook your head.

           "I have work Chims. Go sleep in your own bed or find someone else to sleep with you.“

           "Fine. Go have fun with your little ball of fluff.” He scrunched his face as he dug his hands into his pockets.

           You laughed, “You know I will. And you better use protection, Mister.”

           "Don’t I always?“ Jimin grinned.

           "Like I would know.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll catch you later.”

           "See ya.“ Jimin waved as he watched you scurry to the Burlesque Bar, wanting to escape from the cold as fast as possible.


           "Y/N!” Tae spread his arms out and hugged you warmly.

           You were a bit surprised from the open affection, but you welcomed it.

           "We just saw each other earlier, Tae.“ You giggled.

           Tae grinned, "Yeah, but it’s been a few hours.”

           You blushed.

           "Girls, let’s get changed and we’re going to start learning the first few pieces. Let’s go, go, go!“ the manager instructed.

           Tae smiled happily, "Have fun! I’ll be watching ~”

           You nodded as you hurried backstage to get into your first full costume; the scent of Taehyung lingered on your skin.


           The next few days seemed to pass like a dream. Your mood was visibly brighter and you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, a burden that you didn’t even know was there. You constantly felt butterflies as you waited for V’s replies and you never had to wait long. You talked about random things and deep philosophies, and there was never a boring topic. Sometimes he was a little out there, but that was quite endearing to you too.

           V: You know, sometimes I wonder if people live on the stars and then look at Earth as one of their moons.

           Coffeegirl: V, it’s 4 in the morning.

           V: Sorry, did I wake you?

           Coffeegirl: No, I have to be up cause I didn’t shower last night. Sorry if that’s tmi.

           V: Haha not at all. Sometimes, if I don’t leave my house I don’t shower because I don’t feel dirty.

           You chuckled as you rolled out of bed. It made waking up so much easier when you had something to look forward to.

           V: Since you’re up, GOOD MORNING! :D

           Coffeegirl: Good morning V ~

           V: Are you opposed to corny pick up lines?

           Coffeegirl: I’m opposed to their main purpose of picking up girls with just a line, but I love them if you’re trying to get me to laugh.

           V: Perfect haha I haven’t heard your laugh, but I already know it’s going to be pretty.

           Coffeegirl: Was that the pick up line?

           V: Haha no! Why? Did it work? Did that make you laugh?

           Coffeegirl: It made me smile?

           V: Close enough :)

           V: Okay here’s the pick-up line: Are you coffee? (Say 'why?’)

           Coffeegirl: lol why?

           V: Because you make my heart race and keep me energized ~

           You covered your mouth giddily. It felt stupid to have something so small give you butterflies, but it still made you laugh nonetheless.

           V: Did you laugh? :D

           Coffeegirl: haha I really tried not to, but I did.

           V: Yay ^_^ my mission of the day is complete!

           Coffeegirl: Your mission?

           V: I wanna make you laugh at least once every day!

           Your heart flipped over at his sweet comment.

           Coffeegirl: Why?

           V: Because I think girls are prettiest when they’re laughing or smiling loudly. And it makes ME happy if I’m the one that made them.

           Coffeegirl: You know, sometimes I wonder if stars are just exploding planets, but it happens so slowly that it looks like they’re constantly shining.

           V: Wow, that’s a good point. Beats my star critters theory. Hmmm, I’ll get back to you with a better thought.  

           You couldn’t stop smiling the entire day. Things were just so easy with him.


           When you weren’t chatting with V, you were spending time with Taehyung during work. Even on stage, your eyes naturally gravitated to him working behind the bar. And without fail, he was smiling and watching your performance attentively. It’s not like you were new to having male attention, but it was the first time you couldn’t exactly read their intentions. What did Taehyung think of you exactly? Did he like you? Did he just want to be friends? And what did you want from him?

           During breaks, you made your way to his counter, where he always had food prepared for you, along with a few jokes and compliments. Taehyung was on all the girls’ radar as they continuously complimented his physique and his handsomeness in the changing quarters. It made you giggle internally, knowing that you were the closest to him out of everyone, although you weren’t exactly sure how or why that happened.

           But his subtle skinship didn’t go unnoticed because it always made your heart race without fail. Sometimes, he would help out with putting the microphones on the girls and his fingertips would brush against your bare skin as he adjusted it on you. When you asked for refills, his hand would find its way to cover yours as he grabbed the glass from your grasp. It was driving you insane because you were quite attracted to him– his bright personality and his gentle touches.

           You were usually the last girl to change out of costume, because you ended up practicing a little bit longer to make sure everything was perfect. So most of the time, you were alone in the dressing room as you packed up for the night.


           There was a timid knock on the door.

           "Come in?“ you called out curiously.

           Tae stepped in with his hands over his eyes. "I promise I’m not here to peep!”

           You chuckled as you stood up. “I’m dressed, don’t worry.”

           "Good.“ he grinned as he removed his hand from his eyes.

           "What’re you still doing here?”

           "Well I noticed you hadn’t left yet.“ he walked over and grabbed your scarf while you threw on your coat.

           "And?” You fluttered your eyes as he stepped forward, wrapping your scarf around your neck. Your heart was beating quickly as he reached around you, his face close to yours as he made sure your neck was covered and warm.

           "Just wanted to make sure you weren’t passed out or anything.“ he smiled as he stepped back. "You always work so hard.”

           Your body relaxed. What were you expecting him to do or say anyway? You glanced at his lips then at his face, staring at you curiously.

           "Do I have something on my face?“ he giggled.

           You shook your head. "Let’s go?”

           Taehyung grabbed your bag, which now held your barista clothes, your Club Masquerade clothes, and normal casual wear to enter and leave the Burlesque lounge. Gratefully, you smiled as you led the way out of the lounge and into the freezing tundra of winter.

           "Oh no! You don’t have a hat or anything and you’re still sweating!“ Tae’s eyes widened.

           "What?” You blinked.

           "You’re going to get sick. Here.“ He took off his beanie and pulled it over your head, fixing your hair to make sure it was tucked in and neat.

           "But what about you…” you trailed off.

           It really was warmer with the beanie covering your head and ears, but you worried about him. He waved his hand nonchalantly.

           "I don’t live too far so if I run, I’ll be okay.“ he giggled. "You still have a bit of a travel you said right?”

           You smiled and nodded.

           "You can always give it back to me tomorrow anyway! Get home safe okay?“ he waved.

           "Thanks, Tae!”

           You called out to his figure scurrying away into the direction of the wind. Once he disappeared, you shivered and buried your head into your scarf so that only your eyes were exposed to the frigid weather, smiling underneath it all.


           "So Saturday, you’re still good to come with me right?“ Jimin sat in front of your desk as you slipped into your leather stiletto boots.

           "Yeah. That office Christmas party you and Hoseok planned together?” You questioned. “I’m proud of both of you by the way. He was such a grouch at work, and you would always plan parties for an ulterior motive, but that all went away this year. I could cry.”

           Jimin clutched his chest, “How do you know me so well?”

           You laughed as you stood up, pulling down your skirt. Jimin whistled as you walked around in your heels, breaking them in.

           "I thought you were having a hard time making ends meet?“ he teased.

           "Silver gave these to me.” You rolled your eyes. “She said her best friend gave it to her, but she won’t be using them.”

           "Poor Hobi.“ Jimin frowned as he crossed his legs and eyed you strutting around. "But bless Silver for giving them to you.”

           You laughed, “She figured since I worked here and Burlesque, I’ll make better use of them, which is accurate.”

           "You’re going to wear those here?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as you took a seat and crossed your legs seductively.

           "Problem?” You smirked.

           He swiftly made his way to you and leaned down, hovering over your face as he placed his hands on the arms of your chair for leverage.

           "And if I attack you because of how good you look in those?“

           "The stilettos go into your leg before your lips touch mine.” You retorted confidently, and he chuckled, straightening up.

           "Be honest. You’re wearing those just in case Taehyung swings by again.“ Jimin smirked.

           You unbuttoned your shirt a little more so that your cleavage was more obvious.

           "Don’t do that. You look like a slut.” Jimin reached over and buttoned it again.

           You glared at him as you fumbled to unbutton it again. “You’re the only one that says that Chims.”

           "Cause I’m the only guy who will say it out loud! Everyone’s thinking it.“ Jimin fought to stop you.

           "They do not!” You yelled as you tried to pull his hands off.

           "They do!“

           "Umm…” a familiar voice echoed in the halls and you both froze.

           Jimin stepped back, keeping his hands up in the air.

           "Tae!“ You breathed, your face turning red immediately at being caught in a weird position.

           "Just in time!” Jimin grinned, already working to smooth things out.

           "Huh?“ Tae blinked.

           "Okay, so Y/N wants to unbutton one more button. What is your opinion on the matter?” Jimin threw his arm around Tae’s shoulder. “I for one say no because it makes her look easy.”

           Tae glanced over at you and you blushed, pulling down your skirt so it wasn’t too revealing. He studied your outfit intently then smiled.

           "Leave it as it is. One more button should be reserved for someone special.“ he winked brightly, leaving both you and Jimin stunned.

           You giggled shyly as you fixed your hair while Jimin was scowling beside Taehyung. This guy was completely unpredictable to him.

           "What’re you here for?” You smiled.

           "Oh right.“ Tae gently placed a box beside your desk. "As a friendly, neighborly gesture, we’re giving you guys some wine and other costumes that we haven’t used in a long time but they’re in almost brand new condition! We only have girl dancers and it felt a shame to throw away all these guy costumes, so maybe you guys will be able to put it to good use.”

           Jimin opened the box excitedly and laughed as he held up silk vests and bow ties, “Oh wow.”

           His eyes glimmered mischievously. Ideas were already brewing in his mind. You and Tae glanced at each other and giggled. Jimin looked like a child opening up his Christmas presents.

           "Take it to the break room and divide it up with the other guys.“ You instructed, knocking on the table to snap Jimin out of his maniacal thoughts.

           "Yes ma'am.” He slapped Tae’s back affably. “Thanks bro.”

           Tae chuckled, “Anytime.”

           Before Jimin stepped behind the veil, he glanced over at you and Taehyung chatting happily. He pursed his lips and headed to the break room.


           Saturday rolled around and you had slipped on a silk red dress, which hugged all your curves well and accentuated your fit figure. It had a subtle v-cut at the front but dipped seductively low at the back. Jimin had asked you to dress classily seductive and well, that was your forte. You styled your hair up so that the back design of your dress was more obvious and embellished the look with simple silver, dangling earrings. You threw on your black trench coat and grabbed your packed bag, since you were going to be sleeping over at the hotel the party was being hosted in.

           Y/N: You better be wearing what I told you to wear. I will legitly leave you if you didn’t.

           Jimin chuckled as he read the message when he pulled up to your house. He hopped out and scurried to your doorstep, knocking a playful rhythm onto your door. You opened it, already anticipating his arrival and smiled, seeing that he was in fact, wearing the black on black attired that you liked on him and had shamelessly requested.

           "Perfect. Come here.“ You ushered him in and pulled something out of your purse.

           He furrowed his brows and you wiggled the silk red skinny tie in front of him.

           "I know you hate ties, but still.”

           "I don’t hate ties.“ he chuckled.

           "Okay, it just reminds you of your fantasies so you don’t wear them often, but make an exception today.” You handed it to him.

           He shook his head. “Put it on me.”

           "What? You can put on your own goddamn tie.“

           "If you’re forcing me to wear it, you have to put it on me.” he stated firmly.

           You exhaled and popped his collar, carefully pulling the tie over his head without ruining his styled hair. Expertly, you tucked it underneath his collar and pulled the knot up. The entire time, he was watching your concentrated expression intently. You caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow.

           "What?“ You blinked. "Is the make-up too much?”

           He shook his head and chuckled. “Just wondering how many guys you did this for to get so good at tying ties.”

           You laughed, “My mother died early on, remember? So I had to help my disheveled father out.”

           Jimin glanced at your sad smile as you patted down his tie.

           "Not too tight?“

           "Will you tighten it if I’m bad?” he smirked.

           "And there he is.“ You patted his cheek playfully. "Please go home Red Mask. I came to escort Jimin today.”

           He chuckled at your teasing. “Let’s go? I brought the expensive car today, just for you.”

           You grinned knowingly and nudged him, “The car that you never let anyone into?”

           "Well Hoseok has ridden in it cause he was there when we did the test drive.“

           "Eh.” You waved your hand nonchalantly. “That’s Hoseok. He doesn’t count.”

           You grabbed your things enthusiastically. “Let’s go! Woo!”

           He laughed as you scurried out before him. You had been begging him to drive you around ever since he had purchased it. He locked your door and followed you to his car, which you were marveling at with your mouth wide open and your eyes sparkling. He walked slowly to let you take pictures of it in awe, quite amused at your reaction.  


           You both arrived at the hotel and stepped out of the car, letting the valet take over from there. Jimin handed you the ticket for safe keeping and the present he was supposed to put up for the company Secret Santa raffle.

           "I swear Jimin. I hope this isn’t a sex toy.“ You chuckled as you shook the box skeptically.

           "What? Everyone secretly wants one for Christmas.” Jimin winked as he grabbed both of your bags from his trunk.

           "Well I hope Silver and Hobi get it.“

           "Oh no.” Jimin shook his head. “Hobi already has the one I gave him last Christmas.”

           "You suck at giving presents.“ You rolled your eyes.

           "Hey that large box of condoms was incredibly useful to you wasn’t it?” he giggled as you both made your way inside. “It’s a practical present. I put a lot of thought into it.”

           "Glow in the dark condoms are NOT fun for your information.“

           "No?” he chuckled. “I thought it was amusing.”

           You glared at him as he made his way to the front desk with an innocent smile plastered onto his face. You wondered how on Earth no one had figured out his true nature in the office. According to Silver though, he was completely different. You had seen his gentle side plenty of times before, but never for a prolonged period of time. It was usually in a public setting but he’d always shoot you a sneaky smirk or two when his conversation partner wasn’t looking.

           He handed the concierge your bags to place inside your room and grabbed the key card from them before returning to your side.

           "Here. I lose things.“ he handed you the key too and you shook your head, stuffing it into your purse along with the valet ticket. He pressed a gentle hand on your back and gestured in a certain direction. "Let’s go.”

           You followed his lead into a large decorated banquet hall. You had to squint with how bright it was when you stepped inside; blinded by the expensive things you would never be able to afford.  

           "Wow. It’s like a treasure chest in here.“ You giggled as you two found your assigned table.

           "People at the company are quite loaded.”

           You shook your head as you slipped your coat off, finally revealing your dress. Jimin’s jaw slackened as he took in your figure. You glanced over at him, feeling his gaze, and you smirked.

           "Does this suit your taste, Mr. Park?“

           Jimin bit his lip and stepped in front of you.

           "Makes me want to skip the party and get to that penthouse.”

           You laughed as you leaned forward, knowing his eyes were watching your every move. Smiling playfully, you reached around him so that your body brushed against his. His hands found its way to your waist to keep you from toppling over, but he stared at you expectantly as you didn’t break the eye contact as you moved closer to his face. He immediately chuckled as you lifted up the present that you had been reaching for.

           "Did I just make THE Park Jimin anticipate something?“ You batted your eyelashes. "I’m honored.”

           "You’re sneaky.“ he grinned as he released your hips so you could step back.

           "You seem to be losing your touch if something like that flustered you.” You smirked as you fixed up your dress.

           But before he could reply, you both heard a loud, congregated,  

           "MR. PARK!“

           A crowd of females hurried to greet him with bright, expectant eyes. You had to cover your face with the present you were holding to hide your amused smile.

           "Hey.” Jimin smiled warmly. “Great job on the decorations! It looks so festive.”

           "Really?“ They clearly hung onto his every word.

           Jimin nodded, "Thanks for taking up the hard work of decorating.”

           "No! Thank you, Mr. Park! We never dreamed we’d be having such an event until you came along.“ they cooed.

           "Yeah, Mr. Jung also turned around ever since you arrived!”

           Jimin laughed and scratched the back of his head, “I don’t think that was any of my doing.”

           "You also clean up very well, Mr. Park.“ Another complimented him, daring to get closer.

           You tried to slowly walk backwards, praying to go unnoticed from his crowd of fans and just go find Silver and Hoseok, but Jimin grabbed your wrist, causing you to stumble forward into his chest. They all gasped a little as he took the present you were hiding behind and revealed your face. They were finally aware of your presence.

           "Oh you must be Mr. Park’s girlfriend!” one of the co-workers clapped, as if a light bulb went off in her mind.

           "Oh n–“ You started but Jimin slipped his arm around your waist and grinned.

           "Yeah, we met in college and well, we’ve been together ever since.”

           "Aww how sweet!“ One of the females squealed and caressed your arm. "You’re gorgeous!”

           "Thanks…“ You blushed, a bit skeptic about the compliment, and glanced at Jimin, who was beaming at you proudly.

           The co-workers then excused themselves, and Jimin led you closer to the open bar.

           "I didn’t know I had been your girlfriend for that long.” You gasped playfully.

           "No?“ Jimin smirked as he watched the dance floor filling up slowly.

           You glared at him, "Alright, spill. Who did you sleep with here that you have to pretend to be taken?”

           Jimin laughed, “No one.”

           You squinted your eyes skeptically, and he caught your look.

           "I swear!“ he insisted. "Have I ever lied to you about who I sleep with?”

           You relaxed your gaze. “True. You’d have gloated right away.”

           "Exactly.“ Jimin turned and called out. "Two shots of vodka please.”

           He handed you one, which you accepted gratefully.

           "I separate work and play, Y/N.“

           "Except when you play for work.” You grinned as you raised your shot glass.

           "You know it.“ He pointed at you. "Which is why I had to become unavailable to them.”

           "Oh boy.“ You exhaled. "I’m going to need more shots.”

           You threw the shot back easily and bellowed.

           "One more over here!“

            Jimin laughed. "Pressured?”

           "If I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night, I’m going to need a little buzz.“      You finished your second shot as soon as it came.

           "I’m honored you need to be intoxicated to date me.” he chuckled.

           "Come on, Casanova.“ You smacked his butt. "Let’s show these ladies you’re happily taken. I can feel their judgment from here.”

           Jimin smiled, his eyes turning into those crescents you knew too well. He grabbed your hand as you led him to the dance floor. Hoseok and Silver slipped through the crowd to dance near you guys.

           "Psst. What’re you guys doing?“ Hoseok hissed.

           "Jimin, the playboy, apparently needs a pretend girlfriend so he won’t get tempted to sleep with his co-workers.” You whispered.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes while Silver shook her head disapprovingly.

           "He’s lucky I’m awesome.“

           "They’re already trying to judge when you two are going to break up.” Silver admitted. “I heard them gossiping. He could tell you weren’t super into him and he apparently deserves better. Sorry.”

           All four of you laughed.  

           "Eh, it’s okay. He’ll live with the temptation after I dump him.“ You teased.

           Jimin hummed and pulled you closer to his body. "Who said I was going to let you go?”

           You raised an eyebrow curiously. “How’re we supposed to pretend to be who we’re not?”

           Jimin grinned, “Who says we’re not convincingly attracted to each other?”

           "I do. I say we’re not.“ You retorted.

           "Well then, show me how you burlesque.” Jimin whispered into your ear.

           You chuckled and whispered in return, “Can you keep up?”

           Jimin felt shivers run up his spine as your leg climbed up his languidly while your arms wrapped around his neck. Grinning widely, he slid his hand up to the middle of your back to keep you from falling.

           "Who do you think I am?“ he chuckled.

           You fluttered your eyes at him. "Mr. Park…”

           Jimin’s eyes bore into yours expectantly.

           You leaned forward so that your lips were almost touching, “You can’t show your Red side here.”

           Your breath ghosted over his lips and he leaned forward to kiss you playfully, but you were a step ahead and distanced yourself with a smirk.

           "Play nice kids.“ Hoseok sighed then turned to Silver. "Let’s grab a drink.”

           "Sure.“ Silver smiled and they disappeared into the crowd.  

           "Mr. Park, you’re going to have to play nice.” You giggled as you danced lightly to the upbeat music. “Besides, this is our jam!”

           You bobbed your head and swayed your hips gently as you swung your hands side-to-side. Jimin cracked up at your silly dancing, but it really was one of the songs you both always went wild to.

           "Ah whatever.“

           He exhaled and he hopped around excitedly to the beat as you cheered him on. In no time, he and Hoseok were at the center of the dance floor, showing off their moves. You learned that they had notoriously had a short dance off during one of their company camping trips. You in turn told the DJ to turn on a song that you knew would heat the competition up more. Silver cheered on Hoseok excitedly while most of the other females were fanning themselves at the way Jimin was moving. Both of their bodies were fluid and their techniques skilled. You watched them proudly as you clapped and danced along.

           But you couldn’t lose to the guys so you dragged Silver to the bar and you both hopped on top of it, drawing the male co-workers to your side enthusiastically.

           "Sex is better when they’re jealous.” You whispered to Silver and winked at her.

           She smirked knowingly and you both began dancing sexily on top of the counter. The male hotel workers and the office workers were hooting and hollering at you two. You chugged down two more shots while you were up there so you felt your body slowly loosening up and getting lost in the music.

           In no time, Silver was dragged down by Hoseok and they disappeared from the party soon after. Jimin laughed at you yelling at the crowd to cheer and bounce to the song excitedly. He could visibly see the looks of judgment the female co-workers were giving you, not that you ever cared about what other people thought in the first place. That’s one of the things he admired about you.

           When you bent down to grab another filled shot glass, he slipped in and stole it from you, throwing it back.

           "Alright, come on, babe.“ he urged you down.

           You giggled and grabbed a hold of his hand as you jumped down into him. He caught you easily in his arms.

           "Geezus. I would’ve kept a closer eye on you if you were going to turn this into a strip club.” He laughed as he pushed the pieces of your hair that was sticking to your sweaty face away. “I would’ve gotten my dollar bills ready.”

           "I’m just trying to make sure they know I’m hott, and that you–“ You patted his chest, a little tipsy, and whispered. "You caught yourself a nice catch.”

           He chuckled, “Well I don’t know if that happened with the girls, but you sure as hell attracted my male co-workers. I’m sure they’re WELL aware you’re hott and a nice catch.”

           "Oh.“ You blinked then shrugged. "Eh. Close enough.”

           "No.“ He pulled you flush against him. "Cause now I have to make sure they know you’re MINE.”

           Your eyes widened as your faces were inches apart. Jimin smirked and whispered into your ear.

           "Now who’s losing their touch?“

           You rolled your eyes. "Well, Mr. Park. How does one pretend to be a loving couple?”

           He shook his head and chuckled, “I of all people wouldn’t know.”

           "But…“ he held your hand, "let’s at least have fun dancing, without trying to impress anyone.”

           You grinned and nodded.

           "Sounds perfect.“


           The night ended well. You danced and ate the entire time. Hoseok and Silver returned later on. You and Jimin teased them about how many times they had sex in that time period. It started an argument between them so you both slowly walked away, not wanting to get between that, although you both felt guilty about accidently starting it.

           So once the party officially finished, you and Jimin alone stumbled back to the penthouse suite he had booked.

           "Wahhh.” You exhaled as you finally kicked off your heels and laid on the couch. “That was fun.”

           "Seriously.“ Jimin found his way to the bed.

           "And!” You pointed. “Neither of us went home with strangers. This has got to be a first.”

           Jimin giggled.

           You groaned and rummaged through your bag for your pajamas. “I’ll change first.”

           "Hmm.“ Jimin mumbled, his face morphing into the bed relaxingly.

           "There’s no lock in this bathroom?” You commented as you noticed the sliding door.

           He peeked over and noticed you sliding the door shut and open worriedly. “Just change. I’m too tired to peep.”

           "That’s comforting.“ You rolled your eyes as you began changing hurriedly and taking off your make up. "Out of all the hotel rooms I’ve been to, this is the first without a lock.”

           "It’s cause couples stay here.“ Jimin mumbled.

           "But still.” You retorted as you stepped out in a sweatshirt and shorts while brushing your teeth.

           "Don’t blame the hotel.“

           "You’re right. I should be thankful to be housed in this mansion for a night.” You commented as you finished up your nightly routine.

           Jimin dragged himself out of bed and floated to the bathroom after you. You positioned yourself on the couch and covered yourself in the extra blankets while he changed. He came out just simply wearing sweatpants and ruffling his hair. Glancing at you in a bundled ball as you swiped through your phone nonchalantly, he exhaled.

           "Y/N.“

           "What?” You hummed, not prying your eyes away from your phone.

           "Y/N. Get on the bed.“

           "No thanks, Chims.”

           "Y/N, get on the bed.“

           You glared at him skeptically. "You have alcohol in your system, sir.”

           "I’m not even drunk or anything. I should be far more afraid of you.“ he chuckled.

           You contemplated as he stared at you.

           "I promise I won’t try anything. I’m exhausted and just want to sleep.” Jimin exhaled. “And don’t flatter yourself.”

           You glanced at the bed. Its fluffiness was invitingly tempting.

           "Fine. It’s big enough so we have our sides anyway.“ You smiled as you slipped underneath the fort of blankets and rolled yourself in it.

           Jimin chuckled as he jumped in as well and turned to face you. "Hey.”

           "Hm?“ You hummed as you looked at him too.

           "Thanks for coming with me today.”

           You grinned, “A free penthouse hotel room, free food, open bar, good music. I think that’s just about equivalent payment for my presence.”

           He chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

           "Oh right.“ You remembered. "Did you know that down the street from Club Masquerade, there’s a place that hosts a Masquerade Ball every Friday?”

           Jimin scrunched his face, “Like as in fairytales?”

           "Well it starts off that way apparently, but they play club music and stuff as the night goes on.“

           "So guys dress up as Princes and grind on girls wearing huge ass ball gowns? Sounds like a lot of work.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Well ANYWAYS, my perfect match V wants to meet me there.”

           "At a BALL?“ He raised an eyebrow, skeptically and repeated. "At a masquerade ball?”

           "Yes, Jimin.“ You giggled. "It’s romantic, isn’t it?”

           "Are you going to wear a crown and wave your wand?“ Jimin teased and you shoved him.

           "Shut up. It’s going to be a cute meeting.”

           "Totally cute ~“ he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Do you even have a dress and stuff?”

           "Yeah.“ You rolled onto your back and stared at your ceiling. "I have the perfect dress.”

           Jimin observed as you closed your eyes and yawned.

           "Night night Chims.“

           "Night.” he hummed as he continued to watch you, until he too fell victim to his exhaustion.


            The next morning, Jimin’s eyes sprung open as he realized that someone was lying on his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. He tried to hurriedly recall the events of last night, wondering if he had ended up sleeping with someone. But when he remembered that you two had come back together, his body relaxed. He glanced down to find you resting peaceful in his embrace. He lifted his arms awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

           Slowly, you stirred. It took awhile for your eyes to adjust and realize the situation in front of you. You glanced up, unfazed by your close position, and shoved him away from you gently.

           "Well this is new.“ he laughed.

           "What?” You yawned. “Actually not having to leave after spending the night with someone?”

           Jimin chuckled as he fixed his hair. “Yeah. Didn’t expect it to be with you.”

           "Are you actually perverted 24/7?“

           He reached over and organized your disheveled hair too.

           "Only around you.” he giggled.

           "Lucky me.“ You stated dryly. "When do we have to check out?”

           "Mmm it’s still early. Wanna grab the complimentary breakfast?“

           You perked up. "Um YES. Why is that even a question?”

           Jimin laughed, “Well let me go put a shirt on.”

           "Nah. Just go like that.“ You teased. "Your female co-workers would probably faint on the spot.”

           He flirtatiously lifted his eyebrows and leaned over, “What about you?”

           "What about me?“ You retreated back a little.

           "Aren’t you the least bit attracted?” He glanced down at his toned chest and abs and wiggled the garter of his loose sweatpants.

           "Well tell me then…“ You chuckled as you revealed your exposed legs from beneath the blanket. "Aren’t you the least bit attracted?”

           His lips curled up, “It’s nothing new to me.”

           "Yeah same here.“ you laughed as you threw the blanket off you. "I’ll shower first.”

           "Can I join?“

           You smacked his face with a pillow as you got up. "No, Jimin.”

           "Why not?“ he whined cutely, as he watched you gather fresh clothes.

           You glared at him. "Don’t you dare barge into the bathroom, Park Jimin, or I’ll personally make sure you won’t be able to have sex in the next week.”

           "I wouldn’t dare.“ Jimin blinked innocently and you slid the bathroom door shut.

           You turned on the shower and crossed your arms, letting the water run and waiting. As you predicted, the door slid open a minute or two later, and you chucked a heavily wet towel at Jimin, causing him to fall backwards from its weight. You straddled his body as he coughed from the impact and threw the wet towel off of him.

           "What the hell?” he groaned.

           You stared down at him angrily, “What did I tell you?”

           He laughed, “I can’t believe you’re wasting water, Y/N!”

           "How do you want me to castrate you?“ You threatened.

           "Alright, alright. I won’t peek.” He put his hands behind his head and smiled. “I already got this nice view.”

           You rolled your eyes and slapped his bare chest hard in retaliation. He winced from the sting.

           "You know, in a different context that would’ve totally excited me.“

           "Would you like me to tie you somewhere Mr. Kinky?” You crawled off of him.

           "No thanks.“ he sensed your irritation and decided to stop his teasing. "I’ll be good.”

           "Good.“

           You returned to the bathroom and Jimin slid the door slightly to see if he could get a glimpse, but his eyes were poked before they could even look in.

           "AHHH Y/N!” he yelled. “FUCK!”

           "MORE JIMIN! MORE!“ You teasingly moaned, as you shut the door again and finally hopping into the shower. "DON’T STOP!”

           Jimin rubbed his eye and laughed, “Don’t tempt me with your dirty talk!”

           "As if.“ You called out.


           V: You know, I hope this isn’t creepy or too soon. But I really want to meet you.

           Coffeegirl: It’s not creepy at all. I want to meet you too, V.

           You smiled as you re-read the messages.

           V: I hope this isn’t cheesy but you said you liked unique romantic gestures. I walked by a place that hosts Masquerade Balls every Friday.

           Coffeegirl: What? Seriously? That’s a thing?

           V: Right? I was surprised too! It’s been a thing at the place for a long time now! So I immediately thought of you when I found it.

           Coffeegirl: Aww V ~

           V: Would you like to go to a Masquerade Ball? *insert rose emoji*

           Coffeegirl: V, do you not have emojis?

           V: I can’t find them…

           Coffeegirl: LOL.

           V: Hopefully my lack of emojis won’t deter you from saying yes x)

           Coffeegirl: haha of course not, I’d love to go and I really do want to meet you.

           V: I’m so excited! I’ve been wanting to hear your voice and your laugh, and if you totally think I’m awkward, please feel free to run away and leave your slipper behind.

           You giggled.

           Coffeegirl: Will you search the whole kingdom to find me?

           V: I found you once. I’m sure I’ll be able to find you again.

           Coffeegirl: I’ll look forward to receiving a real rose instead of that emoji then.

           V: You know I wouldn’t come empty handed to meet a beautiful lady ^_^

           Coffeegirl: But you don’t even know what I look like?

           V: You’re still beautiful just from getting to know your personality though!

           Suddenly your phone was ripped out of your hand, and Jimin who was munching on a piece of bread, scrolled through your messages.

           "Chims!” You groaned.

           He glanced at you amused while you pouted, embarrassed about your replies.

           "I’m about to upchuck my bread that was so gross.“ he teased.

           "Shut up.” You tried to reach for your phone.          

           But he continued scrolling, keeping it away from you.

           "Ooo ~ he loves animals. How cute. Family oriented, nice. Wowww wants a lot of kids.“ he wiggled his eyebrows. "Then he’s lucky your stamina is great in bed.”

           You punched his stomach and he groaned, conceding and handing you back your phone.

           "Seems like a super nice guy.“ He went back to munching as he rubbed the place you had hit him.

           "He does.” You smiled happily.

           "Not your type though.“ Jimin shook his head.

           "Well what I want may not be what I need.” You shrugged.

           Jimin hummed, “Interesting.”

           "What is?“

           "Well what if you don’t want what you need?” He glanced at you intently. “Will you still force it?”

           "No…“ You hesitated. "I don’t know. Well everything takes some give and take.”

           "Well I think,“ Jimin crossed his legs as he leaned against your desk. "you need to want the need this person is going to give you in order to want him.”

           You squinted your eyes at him, puzzled. “Okay, what?”

           Jimin’s lips curled up. “You’re going to have to want to change, Y/N. This V guy is looking to settle down. Are you?”

           You chuckled and stared straight at him, “Yes, I want to.”

           Jimin was a bit taken aback then he nodded, “Well then, that’s that.”

           He dusted the crumbs off his pants and bowed. “I wish you plentiful babies with your perfect match.”

           "You don’t believe me.“ You glared at him.

           He glanced at you amused, "Look Y/N. You like the bad guys because they were exciting and fun. I really wonder if you’re going to be able to give all that up to be committed. You’re just like me.”

           "I’m not like you Jimin.“ You snapped.

           "No?” He reached for a mint and popped it into his mouth.

           "Definitely not.“

           Jimin smirked and walked away as you stared at him angrily.

           You definitely weren’t like him. You knew this time was different. You were looking for something different than your previous guys. Someone much like V…or Taehyung for that matter.

           "Ahhh.” You groaned as you lay your head onto your desk, frustrated. To be honest, you were curious about both of them. Your emotional connection to V was undeniably yet your physical attraction to Taehyung was gnawing at you.

           "Y/N?“

           You perked up as Tae stepped inside.

           "Tae!” You squeaked, a bit dizzy that the exact person you were thinking of appeared.

           "You didn’t open yet right?“ he looked around.

           "No, not yet.” You smiled. “What brings you here?”

           "No, I just missed you.“ he laughed. "Plus it gets a bit lonely manning the bars when we haven’t opened yet.”

           You blushed at how casually he confessed that he missed you. It was things like this that confused you. You knew he meant it sincerely, but what exactly was the significance behind it?

           "You said you and Chims had a Christmas party? How was that?“

           You blinked, "Chims?”

           "Oh sorry.“ Tae looked down timidly. "I hear you call him that sometimes and I thought it was a cute nickname…”

           You laughed, “Oh I don’t mind. I was just surprised you caught it.”

           Tae grinnned, his eyes smiling along with him. “I remember everything you say, Y/N!”

           "Can I ask you something?“ You tilted your head inquisitively.

           "Sure!” he jumped closer to you, excited that you were finally curious about him.

           "Why did you give me that flyer?“

           "Hmm…” he pondered. “Well like I said you were pretty and two…I guess I just felt a good aura around you…is that weird?”

           "A good aura?“

           He smiled, "Yeah. Like you’re a very warm and trusting person. But I also felt like you underestimate your potential and stay humble, but you’re ready to fight for something you want… which I really like.”

           You beamed. His answer melted you.

           "What aura does Jimin give off?“

           "Mmm he’s a bit confusing.” Tae hummed, thinking about it deeply. “I feel like he’s still kind of lost, you know? I could definitely sense that he’s sweet, but it’s like he’s suffocating that part of him.”

           You chuckled, “Sounds about right.”

           Tae giggled, “Then I’m definitely not wrong about you either.”

           You looked down at your hands hesitantly.

           "Tae.“

           "Hm?” he tilted his head cutely.

           "Do you think people can change?“

           "Y/N.” he grabbed your hand gently as you glanced up at him. “I think people can grow.”

           You smiled at each other.


           The day of your first meeting with V soon arrived, and for the most part, you had planned out everything you needed to in advance.  

           "What’re you wearing?“ Jimin snickered into the phone as you put him on speaker.

           You exhaled as you roamed your room, gathering your things together. "Are you serious, Chims?”

           "What?“ he giggled.

           "I am going on a date today. I don’t have time to play with you.” You threw off your clothes and slipped into dark blue velvet floor length dress with a high leg slit that rested right about your thigh.

           "You’re wearing your favorite blue dress, aren’t you?“ he grinned as he lay on his bed.

           You glanced around skeptically, "Did you install cameras in my room when you slept over?”

           "Am I right?“

           "You’re a creep.” You rolled your eyes as you finished zipping yourself up.

           "You wear that to every important occasion so I’m not surprised. Oh, also put your hair up.“

           "Why?”

           "Guys go crazy for exposed necks.“

           "I’m going to just pull my hair over to one side. I don’t want to look too formal.”

           "What mask are you wearing?“

           "My favorite gold one.” You grinned as you grabbed it from your shelf.

           "This V fellow won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.“

           "That’s the plan.” You smiled as you threw on a few simple accessories.

           "Don’t go having babies now.“

           "Don’t worry.” You smirked. “I’m always classy.”

           "Facetime me so I can seee.“ Jimin whined as he rolled around his bed.

           "Seriously? You’re just going to say something dirty.” You stated, but switched to Facetime anyway.

           Jimin pressed his face closer to his phone as if it would give him the ability to see you better. You cracked up as his face filled up your screen.

           "Jimin. This is not a telescope.“

           He moved back and grinned.

           "Guaranteed. V will drop his balls when he sees you.”

           You smiled gently, “Thanks Jimin.”

           "Also, I’ll have my phone on me in case he’s a creeper.“ He stared at you seriously.

           You laughed, "You’ll be the first I call.”

           "Good.“ he grinned. "Have a good time…but not too good.”

           You snorted, “Bye Chim-Chim.”

           Afterwards, you quickly sent a picture of your mask and outfit to V so that he’d be able to find you and then a silly one to Silver to represent your excitement and nervousness.


           You sighed as you scrolled through your phone. You had been sitting by the bar, rejecting guys who asked you to dance and if you come alone tonight. V wasn’t super late, but you felt a bit awkward waiting alone. He hadn’t texted you yet, so you reassured yourself that he was probably driving.

           You took the time to glance around. It was a club, but decorated with Renaissance era antiques. There was a grand staircase, which you weren’t sure where it led to, and there was a big chandelier in the center of the dance floor.

           You didn’t think a lot of people were going to follow the dress code seriously, but you were surprised to find the guests donning extravagant ball gowns and three piece suits with coattails. A few wore small crowns and others wore large wigs like they did in the olden days. It was intriguing and awe-inspiring. It really felt like you had been sucked into a classical romantic movie, and now all you needed was for your Prince Charming to come find you.

           "Hey.“

           Someone greeted and you smiled as you spun around, praying it wasn’t someone else hitting on you.

           "Hi.”

           "Have you been waiting long?“

           A man wearing a Maroon mask bowed and pulled a rose out from behind him suavely, and your grin immediately widened.

           It was him.

           You shook your head, "I was just taking in the view.”

           His lips curled up as he stared at you deeply, “Now it’s my turn to take in the view.”

           You blushed.

           "You wanna dance?“ he asked timidly.

           You nodded as you placed the rose inside your clutch. He held his hand out to you, and you slipped yours into his gently. Leading you right beneath the chandelier, he tightened his hold on your hand and placed the other on your waist cautiously. Since a slow song was playing, you both swayed back and forth, at a loss for words.

           "I can’t believe you’re here right now.” You tried to hide your giddiness and racing heart.

           His hands were warm and your hip tingled at the feeling of his touch. He smiled and continued to lead you in the slow dance mannerly. There was a small space between your bodies that seemed like he didn’t want to cross just yet.

           You weren’t sure what to talk about. All the topics you had planned out seemed to disappear as soon as he was in front of you. But the silence wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, like you both were simply content listening to the music and having each other’s presence.

           Which you were.

           "You look beautiful.“ he whispered as he placed his cheek on your temple, closing the distance a bit.

           You smiled as you shut your eyes, letting yourself revel in his warmth and closeness. How long had it been since someone you dated just held you without any other thoughts or ideas?

           You heard him humming sweetly, the vibrations of his voice were felt on your skin, and you chuckled.

           "Ah there it is. The laugh I wanted to hear.”

           You fluttered your eyes up at him as you stepped back a bit. He titled his head a bit, questioning you actions, and your hands answered by traveling around his neck. A gentle smile formed on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

           "I was really nervous about coming tonight.“ You admitted as you studied the designs on his Maroon mask.

           "Why?”

           "Well, I had a lot of expectations of how it would turn out to be and then I had a lot of fears at the same time…that I would be disappointed.“

           He moved a stray hair away from your eyes. "Are you disappointed?”

           You looked down at his lips then into his eyes, and shook your head. “Not at all… Are you?”

           "I’m dancing with a beautiful girl under a nice, expensive chandelier to one of my favorite classic songs. What is there to be disappointed about?“

           You giggled, "It’s one of my favorites too.”

           He smiled gently as you both continued to sway.

           Suddenly, the music changed into a more upbeat vibe and immediately, you turned yourself around to start moving your body to the song. He was a bit taken aback by your abrupt change but soon followed your lead, keeping his hands on your hips. Every time you tried to back up, he maintained a respectful distance between you two.

           For some reason, that made you fall even harder for him, but it also made you crave more. After a few attempts at trying to grind, you spun around so that you two were face-to-face and you could see that he was alarmed. You grinned as you grabbed his arms to pull him closer to you.

           "Are you afraid of me?“

           He shook his head. "I just didn’t want to do anything you didn’t…”

           You closed the distance and pressed against him, “I don’t mind…if it’s with you.”

           He smiled and you were soon flush against his body. Finding a mutual rhythm, your hips moved along with his sensually. You had had a few shots in your system, but you knew it wasn’t the alcohol. The best way you knew how to communicate was through your body, and his gentle actions increased your desire for him tenfold, so as you pushed even closer to the hardness that you felt in his pants. He gripped your waist worriedly. He soon loosened it as you maintained a seductive eye contact with him, trying to tell him this was what you wanted. Your hand traced his mask, down to the side of his face softly, and he closed his eyes, taking in your touch. You leaned forward, no longer wanting to restrain yourself from finding out how he kissed and how his lips felt on yours. But he pulled back a little and tensed. You opened your eyes.

           "What’s wrong?“

           "Well…we haven’t done this before…”

           "Well of course not. We just met.“ You chuckled then you looked down shyly. "Am I going too fast for you?”

           He shook his head and cupped your face. “Not at all…”

           Slowly, he opened his mouth and captured your lips sweetly.

           And God did he know how to kiss.

           Although his movements were hesitant, they were slow and breathtaking as you both tried to study each other. You pulled his head down so you could deepen the kiss, and you both stumbled back, laughing into the kiss. He stepped forward as you walked backwards, your lips still locked together. You trusted him and he guided you to a wall, gently placing a hand on the back of your head so you didn’t get hurt from the impact. That made you lunge at him more passionately and immediately, tongues became involved. 

           Your hands immediately roamed down his chest and pulled his waist closer to the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. You grinded into his hardness and he groaned. The vibration reached your mouth as you both continued to kiss and it excited your senses even more. You nipped at his lip hungrily and you both paused to stare at each other, catching your breath; bodies still touching dangerously. You were drawn to this man in front of you and you weren’t sure if this was going to scare him off, but you decided to speak your mind anyway.

           "I need you.“

           You whispered, ghosting your breath over his lips.

           "What?” he blinked; you could tell he was a bit worried, but also anticipating.

           Your hand found its way to his bulge and you traced the outline aggressively. His breath hitched as you did so and you repeated yourself, more firmly this time.

           "I need you.“

           His lips crashed into yours immediately and you welcomed the vigor. His hands were soon caressing all your curves and you exhaled needily as he began kissing your neck. You threaded your fingers through his hair as you continued to grind into him.  

           "Follow me.”

           He breathed into your neck and you nodded. Gently, he took your hand and led you away from the crowd, into one of the lounges.

           "Don’t get me wrong.“ he breathed as he took out the key. "I had gotten one just in case we wanted to talk without the blaring music.”

           You giggled.

           The door opened and he awkwardly stepped in. You shut the door behind you and smirked at him playfully.

           "Come here.“ You called as you leaned your back onto the door.

           He licked his lips and slid towards you. As soon as he was close enough, you pulled his tie down and captured his lips hungrily. His hands found its way to your ass and he gave it a light squeeze. Immediately, you wrapped that leg around and heaved him closer to you. Your panties were damp already from anticipation and you needed friction. Judging from how hard he was, he needed it as well.

           You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed yourself onto him, and he groaned, trying to control his urge.

           "Don’t fight it.” You breathed on his lips. “I want you.”

           He bit your lower lip, full of desire. You grabbed his shoulders and spun around, pinning him to the door. He was taken aback, but before he could react or speak, your hands were rubbing his clothed cock as you intensely gazed at him, checking to see if your forwardness was scaring him off. Contrastingly though, you felt yourself getting wetter as he was heaving under your touch, his hips circling to meet your hands.

           "Oh my god.“ he breathed as he grabbed your hand and pressed it harder onto him.

           "Can I?” You fluttered your lidded eyes at him and he glanced at you questioningly.

           "What?“

           You unbuckled his belt easily with one hand, while you continued to please him with your other.

           "Ah fuck.” he cursed and your lips curled up happily.

           You dropped his pants and latched your tongue onto the outline of his cock without hesitation.

           "Shit.“

           "I like it when you curse.” You smirked as your hand slid underneath his shirt to trace his lower abdomen playfully.

           "Fuck, how are you so good.“ he hissed.

           You glanced up arrogantly, "Baby, I haven’t even started yet.”

           He stared at you eagerly as you climbed back to come face to face with him. His eyes were burning holes into you with lust and desire, and you reveled in the feeling. Swiftly, you stuffed your hands inside his boxers and swallowed his gasp by kissed him. He squirmed as you massaged his dick inconsistently. You would do it for a bit then focus on kissing him senselessly then return to it.

           "You’re teasing.“ he breathed.

           You smirked. "What do you want from me?”

           He stared at you. You slipped your hand out of his boxers and he hissed at the loss of contact.

           "I won’t know what you want me to do unless you tell me.“

           You wanted to hear him beg. You wanted him to tell you he wanted you a certain way. But something seemed to change in him and he smirked back at you.

           "First, my princess.” he caressed your face. “I want you out of that dress.”

           You turned around and lifted your hair up, “You’ll have to get me out of it then.”

           He growled as his gaze was now directed at your exposed neck. Slowly, his hands lay on your waist and he peppered sweet yet passionate kisses down the side of your neck. You sighed and melted into him. In the midst of pleasuring you, his hands found your zipper and pulled it down hurriedly. He slid down your straps, nipping at your neck even more fervently. Your dress fell to the floor and this time, you lunged at him, sucking at his neck expertly. His hands roamed your newly exposed skin, addicted to how soft it felt. He pulled at your underwear playfully and you began walking away, a flirtatious smirk on your face. He watched intently as you crawled onto the bed seductively.

           You lay on your side, displaying your assets that were teasingly hidden by your coordinated black bra and panties. Biting your lip and staring at him, you stuck your index finger into your mouth and sucked on it. His eyes were mesmerized and locked on you as you traced your cleavage with your wet fingers. Languidly, you moved down to your underwear and stroked yourself gently. Swiftly, he marched over and grasped your hand to stop you, and crashed his lips into yours.

           Using the element of surprise, you pushed him into the bed and straddled him, grinding into his hardness. His hips immediately bucked up into you and you moaned. Quickly, your fingers unbutton his shirt and you licked down his torso as you gazed at him with a lustful expression. You felt his dick twitch into your chest as you got closer and he groaned.

           "Still don’t want to tell me what you want?“ you smirked.

           "I want to cum in your mouth.”

           You shook your head. “Please let me cum in to your mouth.”

           "Please.“ he urged.

           "Then be good.”

           He nodded breathlessly.

           "Keep your hands behind your head.“ You ordered and he immediately followed.

           The need was throbbing so much that it was starting to become painful, but still, you weren’t quite satisfied with his begging. Your hands began to trace the skin around his crotch. You playfully caressed his inner thighs, pressing prolonged kisses against his hips, and toyed with the skin above his dick by drawing gentle circles. He writhed underneath your touch, his body begging for more. You knew what he wanted, but you wanted him disheveled, about to come undone with just a simple touch. You smacked his thighs gently to scold him and he stopped his squirming. His breathing was getting more shallow and his hands were curling into the sheets.

           "So needy.” You smirked as you kissed his still clothed cock. It was straining so much that you were afraid it would spring out of his boxers on his own. You crawled over him and smiled.

           "I’ll let you touch one thing.“ You whispered as you pulled down your bra. "Which do you want to touch?”

           Breathlessly, he began massaging one of your breasts and your face contorted into one of pleasure, which only served to escalate his want.

           "Harder.“ You moaned and he groaned as he thumbed your nipple. "Faster.”

           He obliged then as he was getting into a rhythm, you pulled away. His breath hitched with anticipation as you kissed his neck sweetly.

           "You almost got punished.“ You hissed into his ear and he shivered.

           "Please.” he begged. He bucked his hip up and flipped you over so that he was now on top of you. He rolled into you and you breathed pleasurably, which encouraged him. As he grinded into you, your leg slowly made its way up his thigh and his arms weakened. Your hands wrapped around him and tugged down his boxers slightly.

           "You’re close aren’t you?“ You mused.

           He couldn’t do anything but close his eyes and pant heavily, resting his head onto your chest. You knew he needed a release so you grabbed his hands and guided him to massage your breasts. He slowly began kissing and sucking at your neck, and you quickly pried his hands off of you.

           "I’ll give you what you need.”

           He glanced at you desperately, and you smiled gently to reassure him.

           "On your back.“

           Gently, he obeyed and you climbed on top of him, sweetly kissing him, his hands once again finding its way to your waist and to your boobs. You grinded into his clothed cock as you continued to swirl your tongue against his. The kisses soon became more sloppy and heated. Feeling that he was close, you bit his lip and pulled off his boxers. His cock sprung up. You covered your hands with pre-cum and immediately began rubbing his dick. Your hands moved quickly and slickly since he was dripping immensely already.

           "Ah fuck.” He groaned and you sped up. You used your other hand to massage his balls, and that sent him over the edge. You continued your rhythm, letting him ride out his orgasm, as you whispered repeatedly, “You’re cumming so well for me baby boy. Keep going.” Your words only made him fuck your hand harder, until he was out of breath and in a daze.

           "Holy shit.“ he breathed, at a loss.

           You grinned and climbed over him, carefully, trying not to touch his sticky mess. Gently, you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

           "You’re welcome.”

           You rolled the sheets and cleaned him up as he tried to catch his breath.

           "What about you?“ he questioned.

           You glanced at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "If I didn’t completely scare you off and you want to see me again, we’ll see how things go.”

           You winked as you chucked the stained sheets to the corner of the room and threw his pants at him.

           "I suggest you go commando, because your boxers are soaked.“

           "Damn.” he pressed his head into the stack of pillows, amazed. “What the fuck was that?”

           Your lips curled up, your heart welling up at his genuine awe.

           As you were about to leave the bed, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down. His lips found its way to yours and kissed you passionately, making you dizzy. He used your astonishment to climb down so he was face level with your wetness. He flicked his tongue out and you moaned. Playfully, he licked your inner thighs and the crease between your hip bone and legs. It was your turn to be out of breath and needy. His fingers stroked you gently through your panties, until you were pressing down to meeting it instinctively. Then he pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.

           You looked at him desperately as he whispered onto your lips.

           "Let’s meet again then.“

           You swallowed and he chuckled, rolling off the bed. He jumped into his pants and began buttoning up his shirt.

           "Where?” You questioned curiously.

           "Here seems like a nice spot.“ He teased cheekily as he straightened up his Maroon Mask.  

            You giggled as you got up from the bed. You felt his eyes on you as you walked over to the dress he had discarded by the door. Teasingly, you bent down and locked gazes with him. He bit his lip as you slipped into your dress slowly, milking the sight of your exposed skin. Walking over, he zipped you up as he peppered your back with kisses as he did so. He got to your neck and nipped at it, not wanting to leave the room. 

            You turned to face him and immediately, your lips and tongues were battling it out once more, fighting for dominance. He gripped at your wrists so you couldn’t tease him with your hands but your foot playfully stroked his. The slit of your dress exposed your thigh and he released one of your hands so that he could pull your leg up by his waist to trace your skin beneath it.

            You smiled into the kiss excitedly. Both of you were trying to tease each other in order to leave a more lasting impression. Your heart raced. Did you even have that in common?

           You both separated, out of breath.

           "We’ll meet again.” You whispered.

           He simply nodded and you stepped out of the room, glancing back at the Maroon masked man, completely smitten. He was giving you a lopsided grin in return, his eyes also expressing intrigue. You gave a shy smile and disappeared into the crowd, making your way to the exit.    

          Your night didn’t go as you had expected it to.

           It was exceeded your expectations.

            So you were on cloud nine when you finally got to your house. Hurriedly, you changed and curled into your bed, squealing like it was your first time doing any of that. But it felt like the first time; it was different. It was electrifying and exciting. You didn’t completely lead it and he didn’t completely give in to you either. You hadn’t really experienced such an unpredictable time before and it astonished you.

            You stared at the rose you had placed in a vase on your bedside table and smiled.

           V was absolutely perfect.      


           Taehyung arrived at his place and whipped out his phone, hurriedly typing something into it as he took off his suit and tie.


           You immediately shot up from your bed as text from V came in; your eyes widened at the message.

           V: I’m so sorry I didn’t get to make it tonight. I had a sudden work emergency and my phone ran out of battery. Sucky timing, omg. I’M REALLY SORRY! I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!

           V: Did you end up staying and having a good time anyway?

           V: You looked beautiful in the picture you sent me by the way. I’m beating myself up that I didn’t get to see you in person.

            You stared at the texts in horror.

           WHAT?


           Jimin whistled happily as he pressed in the pass code of his apartment. He hung his coat and didn’t even flinch when Hoseok appeared in his hallway.

           "Where have you been?“ His best friend questioned. "I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer so I let myself in.”

           "It’s all good.“ Jimin grinned nonchalantly.

           "Wait… why’re you dressed like that?” Hoseok glanced at his attire curiously. “Where the hell did you go?”

           Jimin smirked as he lifted the Maroon Mask off his face.

           "I went to a fucking ball.“

PART 3 

MTVS Epic Rewatch #157

BTVS 6x08 Tabula Rasa

obligatory soundtrack to accompany your reading

Stray thoughts

1) Writing the follow-up act for OMWF couldn’t have been an easy feat, and yet the writers came up with one of the most memorable and quintessential Buffy episodes. OMWF was damn perfect, but we can hardly say it’s an episode that betokens the classic feel of the show. It was a Very Special Episode, and while at its core it had all the ingredients that make the show what it is (witty dialogue and one-liners, funny moments, character development, emotional resonance) I would hardly recommend it as the episode a new viewer should watch to get hooked on the show, you know? Tabula Rasa, on the other hand, is an A+ prototypical Buffy episode. There’s conflict between the characters, a memorable monster of the week (although he is only a plot device more than a key player in the narrative), an original gimmick, comic relief,  meta-jokes, plot advancement, good music, and a lot of tears. Like, A LOT. I love this episode!

2) The episode starts with Spike following Buffy around, as per usual, and asking her to have The Talk about The Kiss. It’s not every day that you make out with your former-number-one-enemy-turned-ally-turned-kind-of-friend-turned-confidant. Buffy chooses a very non-Buffy way to deal with the Spike-kissage: she dismisses the whole thing and downplays it. 

SPIKE: We kissed, Buffy.

BUFFY: So?

SPIKE: We… we kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music, and the rising … music, and what was that, Buffy?

BUFFY: A spell?

SPIKE: Oh, don’t get all prim and proper with me.I know what kind of girl you really are. Don’t I.

BUFFY: What we did is done. But I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, *ever* again.

I get that Buffy wasn’t really Buffy yet, but this is a really mild reaction compared to the last time she had kissed Spike…

If Buffy hadn’t enjoyed their kiss or if she hadn’t been considering giving it another shot, she would’ve had a much more visceral reaction to his questioning. (I can totally imagine her saying something like: “what we did is disgusting” or “I’m disgusted at myself”) Yet she chooses to not make a big deal of it, and only when Spike insists on pushing the issue she states that she will never kiss or touch him again. Which is what she thinks she has to say more than what she actually feels since at this point she’s still fighting her attraction towards Spike. 

3) 

I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, ever again.

*literally one second later*

For whatever reason, she just can’t let him die, can she? 

4) BTVS is probably one of the few shows which can get away with having an actual shark play a loan shark. And how awesome is that?

And I absolutely love the fact that Teeth (that’s the shark’s name according to the script, btw) keeps calling Spike “Mr. Spike.” So very gentlemanly of him! 

5) One of favorite lines in the whole show, tbh:

SPIKE: I just need a little more time.
SHARK DEMON: Time, time, time! Is what turns kittens into cats!

6) While Buffy is patrolling, the rest of the Scoobies are gathered at Xander’s discussing Buffy’s revelation that they had torn her out of heaven. This is an odd writing choice. Considering the weight of the revelation, as a viewer I was expecting to witness the actual moment in which the Scoobies and Buffy hash this out. It seemed like a pivotal moment in Buffy’s arc this season, yet it never came? My question is: did the writers purposefully chose not to write that key scene to continue driving a wedge between Buffy and her Scoobies and furthering the season’s plot of isolation, desolation, and self-destruction? or did they choose not to write it because it was too difficult a scene to write purely from a writing perspective? (did they chicken out?) 

7) Anywho, what they did write is the Scoobies trying to come to terms with what they’d done to their friend. And before I dissect the scene in point, let me take you back a few episodes to “Flooded”…

WILLOW: I brought her back! (…)  I did what I had to do. I did what nobody else could do. (…) I brought Buffy back into this world, and maybe the word you should be looking for is “congratulations.” (…) I wasn’t lucky. I was amazing. (…) The magicks I used are very powerful. Im very powerful.

You see it, right? Willow is taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back. There’s no doubt in her mind that she alone carried this out. 

Now let’s analyse Willow’s discourse after realizing she had actually done something wrong, she had unexpectedly failed. 

TARA: All we know is that… it was a good place and she was happy there.
WILLOW: And we took her away from that. We wrecked it for her.
XANDER: We didn’t wreck. We didn’t know.
WILLOW: We didn’t wanna know. We were so selfish. I was so selfish.

It’s very clear that she does not feel comfortable taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back now that she knows it made her miserable. When she thought having brought Buffy back made her a hero, she really didn’t feel like sharing the accolades…

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Come on, Cassian

Rated: K

Words: 1200 ish

Summary: Cassian is afraid to fly again and Nesta makes sure he does.  

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A one shot I’m pretty proud of


There were days when he’d look at himself and all he’d see was failure. A person worthy of being thrown to the wolves and the wasteland beyond. Bastard-born nobody would be written along his body like the tattoos he held so dearly. Maybe that’s what his mother saw that day, a bastard-born nobody.

There were days where the lines on his forehead could count as scars. When Cassian looked at the mirror, a warrior didn’t stand erect before him, didn’t shout commands or issue orders. It was only a broken man with broken promises, and a hope that dimmed every time he saw the sun.

The stark white of his bandages blinded him, made him blink over and over again to release the glare forming in his eyes. They would laugh at him, berate him for believing the world was anything but what it was. A disappointment; a war that took no prisoners and made few friends. Cassian could bear the pain of his wings, but he could not bear the sorrow.

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Tell me or show me

A/N:  English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.
This is for all the Subs who like to be a little Dom, from time to time ;)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: The idea of living out your fantasy had lit a fuse inside of you and it had burned all day, but now that the moment arrived, you felt locked in place, unsure of how to begin.“I’m all yours. What do you want (Y/N)? Tell me…or show me.”      

Jimin lifted you up and carried you to bed, stretching out next to you he ran his hands up and down the sides of your body, not in a way that was necessarily sexual but caring, a little possessive even. You leaned over to kiss him. Your hair tickled his cheek and your lips brushed over his. Your tongue touched his, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the connection between the both of you.

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A Whole New World

For @xocaii who requested: a bellamy x reader one shot based on a text post. It’s a modern day AU about getting over depression with a little help from Bellamy and Disney. 

Warnings: Big Hero 6 spoilers


Every day seemed the same. The things that were important didn’t seem to matter anymore. You ambled through life like the walking dead, a zombie shell that was empty on the inside. You had days like this, many of them, that seemed to come and go in rapid succession. During the day, you slept too much and at night, you couldn’t sleep at all, as the crippling anxiety and lethargy tightened its grip on your livelihood. This sadness would just appear, hitting you like an 18 wheel semi-truck. Most of the time you couldn’t even explain your feelings of dejection, you just knew they were real and extremely debilitating.

Bellamy was there from the moment you were diagnosed and he hadn’t left your side since. Dealing with your ups and downs couldn’t have been easy, but he wasn’t one to throw in the towel. You often wondered how he could look at you without fear and trembling in his eyes even though he was losing you each day. The sprightly girl that he fell in love with had checked out without prior notice.

Each day, before he went off to work, he would nudge you and ask the same question. And every day, without fail, the answer remained the same.

“Are you getting out of bed today?” Bellamy asked, tugging on your bare foot that was sticking out from beneath the wooly down comforter.

“No,” you groaned from underneath the sea of covers. This was your safe place. You could find refuge against the fears of the outside world in your fortress of pillows and blankets.

“That’s okay because I’m coming in.” From the foot of the bed, Bellamy poked his head underneath the covers. He pinched at your toes and tickled the bottoms of your feet as he looked up at you with a grin.

You let out an unenthusiastic laugh, drawing your feet away from him and tucking yourself into fetal position. “You’re gonna be late for work.”

Bellamy was working more hours lately which meant you got to see him less. You weren’t sure if he was working more because he had to or because he was finally getting tired of your listless behavior.

“I took the day off.”

“Really?” For the first time in months, you felt a small spark of excitement ignite inside of yourself.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bellamy said crawling underneath the blankets and settling himself in the spot next to you. “So, I was thinking takeout and Disney movies? There’s Mulan, Aladdin, Tangled, Frozen and Big Hero 6. Take your pick.”

You nuzzled your face into his chest. “All of them.”

The pair of you spent all afternoon into the late evening, snuggled together in a nest of fluffy blankets watching all of your favorite Disney classics. When Bellamy wasn’t stuffing your face full of food, he was showering you in kisses. You laughed together, screamed at the TV together, and he even held you close during Tadashi’s tragic moment in Big Hero 6. Bellamy had fallen asleep at least three times during your movie marathon, but that was okay as long as he was by your side. You felt relaxed and safe when he was next to you. It was the best day that you had experienced in a while because all of the things that made you feel comfortable were in one place at one time.  

“I can’t believe I fell asleep on Frozen,” Bellamy said as he yawned and stretched. “I didn’t even get to hear “Let it Go.” We should continue this tomorrow.”

He graced you with that shining smile and suddenly you felt a shadow creeping over you. That dark negativity was working its way into your mind and telling you that you were worthless and undeserving of any semblance of happiness. Bellamy gave you peace in your moments of stress and you felt like all you gave him was more trouble in return for his compassion. 

“Bellamy, this means a lot to me,” you said shakily tucking the covers beneath your chin. “And I want to get better and I’m trying-” Your hands trembled as you tried to explain yourself. You really just wanted to dive back underneath those blankets,  where it was safe.

Bellamy stopped you before you could finish. “Take it easy,” he said steadying your shaking hands in his. “It’s not about how fast you finish the race as long as you to make it to the finish line.” He hugged you tightly and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “A wise man once said, hakuna matata”

“I think you meant a meerkat and a warthog.” You shuddered against the warmth of his skin, feeling the peaks of your anxiety begin to fall.

“I mean that as long as I’m around you don’t have to worry.”

Living with depression was a day to day battle. There wasn’t a timeline to getting better; there were just steps, sometimes big and sometimes small. There were times when you could take ten steps forward and then subsequently take twenty steps back in a single thought cycle. Then there were times where you were stagnant and didn’t move at all. The periods of backsliding and inactivity always seemed to be the worst; however, having someone like Bellamy there to support you without rushing you always helped. 

He was never one to invalidate your feelings or shame you for your sadness. He never pushed, poked or pried but he treated you like any human being deserved to be treated, with kindness and esteem. He was there to remind you that it was okay to move at your own pace as long as you kept moving towards your goal.

The next day, your spirits felt a little more lifted and your burdens lighter. The sun seemed to shine a bit brighter as it peeked from behind the dark gray clouds that disquieted your mind. You took Bellamy’s words to heart, knowing that it was perfectly fine to run your own race without having to sprint towards the finish and today you had a different answer for his morning question.

Today was the day that you got out of bed for more than just a shower or food. Today was a chance to take a step, even if it was just one. Now was the time to try, even if you had to tip toe or crawl back into bed a few times because you knew you had more than one attempt at recovery. It was a process and you were going to take each measure one step at a time. 

You decided the first step would be something easy and something you once enjoyed doing, which was baking. You were actually looking forward to the continuation of your movie night with Bellamy and you wanted to surprise him by whipping up the perfect movie snack, homemade chocolate chip cookies. 

You caught yourself humming a merry Disney tune as you stirred the chocolate chips into your cookie dough batter. A small smile spread across your face as you tapped your toes to the rhythm in your head, realizing that your feet were planted firmly on the ground.

Bellamy came through the front door as you were preparing the final sheet of cookies for the oven. “Y/N, I’m ho- I smell cookies,” he said freezing in his place as if his sense of smell was deceiving him.

“Chocolate chip,” you said popping a semi-sweet chocolate morsel into your mouth. You continued on with your song as you removed the steaming golden brown cookies from the oven.

Bellamy looked on skeptically as he slowly edged around the kitchen. His cell phone rang and he answered it. “Octavia I have to call you back…” He turned his back to you and whispered, “She’s singing again,” before hanging up his phone and looking over at you with a soft smile.

You weren’t broken but a whole human being with a beating heart and soul that mattered. Your life mattered. Your feelings mattered. Your struggles mattered. You were entitled to healing in your own way and in your own timing. If Bellamy didn’t understand anything else about what you were going through, he understood that simple concept. 

“Can we do a duet next?” Bellamy requested.  

“Let it Go?”

“I was thinking A Whole New World.”

This song was the perfect choice as it conveyed his exact sentiment towards you. He saw every day as a new opportunity to uplift you, to encourage you, and to love you. With each step you took you were introduced to a piece of the world you had forgotten and with Bellamy by your side, the world seemed inexplicably new.

Bellamy took your right hand in his, pulling you into ballroom dance position. He guided you in a slow dance around the kitchen as you took turns singing the verses to the time-honored Aladdin classic.

“A whole new world,” he sang as he twirled you around like a beautiful ballerina, your apron billowed as you spun.

“That’s where will be,” you sang in response.

“A thrilling chase.”

“A wondrous place.”

Bellamy dipped you in his arms as you both recited the final line. “For you and me.”

“Sickly Sweet” (Suga x Reader)

“Can I request a mega fluffy, cute scenario with Yoongi where he takes care of his rlly sick girlfriend and comes home from the studio to do so?”


This is for @fromirelandtokorea <3 (pls check her out her lessons are v good)

Name: “Sickly Sweet”

Character: Suga // Min Yoongi (BTS)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 954

Originally posted by minseokked

(gif credit to original owner WOW LOOK AT HIM)

Your sniffles almost felt timed as they sounded in a consistent pattern. Then all of which was complimented by an explosive sneeze that seemed to shudder your brain. You placed the covers up to your nose, wearily gazing at your messy surroundings. Piles of clothes scrambled on top of each other in a crucial battle of survival. Each contestant hoped to find a patch of floor to nestle into, further drowning your room in mess. You spluttered, rattling both the previous silence in your room and your entire skull. Your head throbbed. It combined with the sensation of a tiny demon clawing at the insides of your throat, begging for release. Upon being a fully functional adult, you had no parental support and you certainly had no motivation to grab any form of medication. So, you had reached the unanimous decision to stay in bed. It’s warm there; the outside is cold. Yet, despite the warm duvet that had completely encompassed you, something lacked. Your eyes lazily slung to the empty space in your bed and it reminded you of your idol boyfriend. Your mind ached at the thought of him slaving away in the studio. His hands, like magnets, stuck to the numerous pieces of recording equipment at their building. You needed your silly Yoongi to give you some sarcastic care whilst you whined in bed. At that moment, as if by magic, your phone shook beside you. Groggily, you reached for the device and you quickly turned the brightness down to save your eyesight. Three unread messages from the one and only plastered the screen.

morning dumbass”

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6/26

I’ll eat the stars and fish for gold
So you can live as comfortably and calmy
As your wildest dreams.
Don’t even think about money,
I’ll lift your burdens and carry them for you.
I’m not the strongest guy, as you can see,
But I’ll do my damnedest so you can live carefree.

if your heart beats too strong for your bones,
crashes bruising against the cage of your ribs–

if your blood flows too fast for your veins,
races ‘round your body and leaves your fingertips burning–

if your lungs strain in the cavity of your chest,
aches for something it never seems to find–

darling, it is because you were born of stars.
your heart beats with the power of black holes.
your blood flows with the surge of solar flares.
your lungs seek the aether of the heavens.

I didn’t know what it meant to love a star
until I met you
and your words sang songs my heart had forgotten
and your voice whispered the secrets my lungs breathe
and your mere presence soothed an ache I hadn’t known

I didn’t know you could love a star
but darling, I look at you
and my heart leaps in awe of something greater
something precious
something celestial
something kindred.

I didn’t know love could feel like this,
like walking home under a sunny sky,
like finding the perfect word in a poem,
like the first sip of water on a dry day.

I didn’t know there was love greater than friends,
greater than lovers,
sweeter than the wine of Aphrodite’s blood,
sharper than the tip of Cupid’s quivering arrow.

I didn’t know
until I heard you speak
and my heart remembered.

— 

Dear Phi,

I’m sorry that the world is being crueler to you than you ever deserved. I’m sorry that there is nothing I can give you except my best wishes and my words. My fingers ache with the desire to lift the burden from your shoulders, and I’m afraid mail will be too slow to satisfy my impatience, so I hope pixels on a screen can suffice. 

You are a different kind of treasure I didn’t know existed in this world, and I love you. Thank you for reminding me how precious the world is, how precious people are. 

Another prompt fic

@yes-everhopeful requested via chat: 12 and Kabby. Here you go, lovely.


things you said when you thought I was asleep

Irregular would be the kindest word for Abby’s sleeping pattern these days. Marcus and Jackson, she knows, prefer words such as worrying, harmful, and often ridiculous, but she finds she can’t describe to either of them the sheer weight of everything crashing down over her when she lies sleepless and alone in the darkness of her quarters. Trying to force her mind to rest only dredges up thoughts, memories, regrets that she is too busy to contemplate during the day. At night the ghosts come rushing in.

She thinks about Jake, and clenches her hand around his ring, her sobs muffled by her pillow, thinking you should be here… I don’t deserve this… I’m sorry, I’m sorry… She thinks about the hundreds and hundreds of people on the Ark that never made it down here, the desperate hope that there may yet be other survivors out there. She thinks about her people, their people, hers and Marcus’, because he has been right there beside her, supporting, caring. Their people who are relying on them. She thinks about what needs doing, the patients she needs to see and the reports she needs to go over and how just lying here with her mind in overdrive is accomplishing nothing and she should be making better use of this time.

More than anything, she thinks about Clarke. How every time she loses her a piece of her heart is torn out and Clarke takes it with her. Abby wonders which piece will be the last, the one that kills her.

So she’d rather be ridiculous and distract herself; work herself into exhaustion until her head simply finds the nearest horizontal surface and she succumbs for a few dreamless hours. And if Marcus occasionally takes it upon himself to carry her to bed from whatever uncomfortable position she ends up passing out in, well Abby’s not going to complain.

In contrast it is easy to fall asleep here, in the Chancellor’s room, in the only space that she and Marcus have made theirs, occupied equally, together. It’s easy to let the exhaustion wash over her; let her breathing slow and her eyes flutter shut in the warm glow of this place that seems to be the only one her subconscious mind automatically registers as safe. Sinking into the comfort of the couches’ worn cushions and letting Marcus’ soft rumble next to her as he reads and thinks out loud to her wash over her and lull her to sleep.

A part of her feels guilty, to fall asleep whist he’s in mid flow… again. She feels guiltier still that this isn’t the first time it’s happened. But she’s worked until her mind can’t make sense of the words in front of her, and she’s cocooned in warmth and comfort and security and Marcus. Marcus will always keep her safe. She’s already half-conscious and uncaring when she curls into him slightly and her head rolls onto his shoulder. His worn t shirt is soft against her cheek, warm from his body heat, and his smell, earthy and musky male, speaks to her of familiarity and home. It’s not a conscious thought, just a feeling she never thought she’d have again.

 Dimly she’s aware that he has stopped talking, no doubt looking down at her, considering her taking advantage of his shoulder as a cushion. Again. She’s sinking down, but registers the feather light touch of his fingertips brushing away a few stray strands of hair from her face.

“You’re utterly riveted by this irrigation report, I can tell.” She can hear the fond amusement in his voice, closer to a whisper now, and seemingly further away. She doesn’t want to be far away, but she’s nearly wrapped in slumber’s deep embrace.

Marcus sighs, “You sleep so peacefully here. Does… Does it help that I’m here?”

Yes, she thinks, still lingering on the threshold of sleep.

“Whatever helps, Abby, I’m here.” He huffs a laugh, “If this is your way of saying you want to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask.”

He would never be so forward as to say such a thing to her face. No, not while they’re still navigating this tentative thing between them, nameless but intimate. Still there are butterflies in her stomach at having heard him say it.

“I just wish you would look after yourself. I can’t do this without you.”

Her body is still lax and heavy, and she doesn’t move a muscle, but her mind stirs and latches on to these words, spoken with the same softness he’d used whilst reading to her, but carrying the weight of emotion now; strained and unsure.

He tentatively rests his head on hers, she can hear and feel the bristles of his beard catching in her hair.

“I know why you can’t sleep at night,” He whispers, “I know you see the faces of the dead when you close your eyes. I do too.” He swallows for a moment, like he’s forcing the emotion down.

The sleepy fog is clearing from Abby’s brain now, and her heart aches for them both. But she doesn’t want to interrupt him when he’s vulnerable and taking solace in speaking to her whilst she’s sleeping.

“And I know you’re pushing yourself so hard to keep yourself distracted. To keep yourself from thinking about Clarke.” Abby feels the threat of tears beginning to rise behind her closed eyes. “But I promise you…” He shifts, murmuring into her hair, “I promise, I will find her. I would do anything…” He trails off for a moment, “Anything to lift your burdens, to bring her back to you. Back home.”

Abby has a strong urge to cry, to turn so she’s pressed against him fully, and take him in her arms. His voice is so tender, yearning for the things he longs to give her. So she does the next best thing. It takes every effort to control her breathing, and she makes a small, sleepy noise as she feigns shifting closer in her sleep, so that her head slips down to his chest and her arm slowly moves to rest on his stomach, rising and falling with each breath he takes, her fingers loosely clutching the fabric, holding on.

“Abby?”

She only turns her face further into him, ear resting directly over his thudding heart, which she notices begins to slow again once he believes she’s still asleep. She feels him ever so slowly lift his now free arm and gently wrap it around her shoulders. She cannot remember the last time she was held like this, cannot remember the last time she believed Marcus Kane capable of such love and consideration. His secret words are like a gift that goes a little way to healing her torn up heart. His final whispered words make her feel like that heart is going to burst,

“I just want you both safe and happy.” Again she’s fighting not to cry, but she subtly tightens the grip she has on his shirt. Marcus drops the softest of kisses on the top of her head and whispers, “Sleep, Abby. Sleep as long as you need to. I’m here.”

With whispered words of promise, support, and love soothing her, Abby Griffin sleeps.

zephirr-deactivated20160914  asked:

Yo, can you name some good Skramz/Emoviolence Bands/Album to start with? Some of the known bands are pretty hard to listen to, when you just got interested in this genre

Follow this weekly plan for the next three weeks.

MONDAY:  “Lift Your Burdens High For This Is Where We Cross” by The Saddest Landscape.

TUESDAY: “Heir” by Suis La Lune

WEDNESDAY: “La fine non è la fine” by La Quiete

THURSDAY: “Hours” by Beau Navire.

FRIDAY: 7″ by Healing Powers.

SATURDAY: “Burn Your Bones” by Comadre.

SUNDAY: “Open up finders please” by Age Sixteen


let me know how it goes.

I don’t know what kind of pain you may be in, but let me tell you this, God did not do this to you. I am sorry that you are experiencing this, I am sorry that you have cried more tears than you thought you had, and that somehow your broken heart still beats, but I know that God did not do this. I know that your pain does not delight Him, your heartache does not make Him love you any more or any less. You were, and always will be, His most precious and beloved child. You are so beautiful, and He longs to heal you. So, whatever hurt you are going through, let me encourage you to go to Christ. Because of all the religions in the world, all the stories and songs, all the promises and ancient texts, only Jesus has said that He will wipe away every tear… And right now, He is standing ready to hold you and to comfort you. To set you free and lift your burdens, this is the joy of all joys, knowing that we are not alone and never will be. Christ took your penalty, by dying on the Cross, and He was forsaken so that you may never taste that bitter curse. Your pain is shared, and your heart is loved; that is a beautiful mix of hope and peace, and I pray that you plant that truth within your very soul, and allow it to grow. Because when you do, something beautiful and holy will spring forth; and it will be the transformation of the gospel in you.

-T.B. LaBerge