A general rule for college level work is two hours of outside classwork for each hour in the classroom. Putting this much work in can possibly get you a passing C grade. In order to do better in the class and strive for an A grade, you need to put in more work. If you do not understand how to study for math, then you will only waste your time.
The following tips will help you study correctly from a math text book ☺
Read the section(s) assigned a first time. Work on the examples on a sheet of paper to see how the text book did the work and got those solutions.
Review the previous day’s assignment. Much of the new material builds on the old.
Read the present day’s assignment a second time. This is important. This time as you read it, solve the examples without looking at the text book.
Pretend your homework is a test. If your text includes the answers, check your work. If you get it wrong, do the problem until you get the correct answer. Also, don’t do the homework until you have read the text twice.
Look ahead to the next days assignment and content. This is the direction in which you will be headed.
Class time. Utilize time with your teacher/professor. Do not let math anxiety affect you. We all have the ability to do math. We have been learning to do it since grade school. You know how to read; you know how to compute math problems. Don’t be afraid to ask questions. The only stupid question is the the question of whether or not a question should be asked. After the class session, review your notes to see if what you wrote down is accurate. Clarify any parts that were confusing with a teacher or a peer.
Go to class each day thinking that you will have a pop quiz. You should always come prepared.
Remember: Mathematics is part of the cosmos, that is, it can be known, understood, and learned. Therefore, have faith in yourself and your ability to master this subject. Be determined that you are going to pursue mathematical excellence with genuine effort and care.
Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy, practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader
A/n: Please give me feedback it helps me a LOT
“Really? Poohbear?” he sighed.
First you were confused at the sudden mention of the cute character then it hit you, it literally hit you. You felt the slight cold breeze hit your lower exposed butt cheeks realising that you had just flashed the poor boy.
“Seriously you never fail to entertain me, kitten” he chuckled letting go of your hips.
You scurried off of him and ran to your room leaving him in a chuckling mess, you looked in the mirror and silently cussed to yourself.
“Of all days you had to wear underwear that looked like it belonged to a child” you whispered quickly getting changed into sweats and climbing into your bed grabbing the silver laptop and opening Netflix.
Clicking on the familiar show, you slowly felt your eyes get droopy and heavy. Before you knew you it you were out like a nightlight.
“C’mon you idiot, wake up!”
You heard a raspy voice yell at you, you felt your sides being shook making you open your eyes to see Jungkook staring at you furiously.
“What!?” you groaned sitting up.
“Your bitch ass cat pissed on my bed whilst I was sleeping!!” he shouted angrily.
Looking at your laptop you realised you had missed two episodes of the show show you were currently binging, groaning to yourself you swung your legs out of your bed and slipped on your slippers.
“Crap, I missed two episodes” you groaned out to him.
“Your cat literally pissed on my face and you’re worried about your stupid show!?” His remark made you burst out into laughter.
“Wait…Fifi actually pissed on your…face?” you laughed pointed at him.
“Ha Ha its all jokes till you get pissed on” he snickered, pushing you into his room
Cleaning up the mess that your cat made, Jungkook collapsed onto his bed. You scratched Fifi on the head and praised her for her actions.
“You’re praising her? After what she did to me?” he questioned.
“Yes, yes I a-” you were cut of by feeling something wet being thrown on your face. You peeled off the paper towel to realise it was the towel you had used to wipe Fifi’s piss.
“YOU FREAK!!!” You shouted throwing the towel on the floor and running to the shared bathroom.
“Not so fun now is it?” Jungkook snickered folding his arms and heading back to his bed.
“Ew Ew Ew”
You opened the door to your car and buckled your seat belt waiting for Jungkook, you were not having a good day. You woke up two hours before you usually do, there was no more coffee since your dad drank it all yesterday and it was the fist day of school.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” he said as he climbed into the passengers seat.
“Trust me when I say this, you don’t want to mess with me” you retorted, driving off in the direction of your school.
“You drive like my granny” he remarked, sticking his leg up on the dashboard of the car. You reached over and shoved his leg off of it and smiled at him.
“I’m sorry but is there anyway for you to not be a total pain in the ass?” He put both of his legs up on the dashboard.
“I don’t think thats possible poohbear”
You glared at him because of the sudden use of the nick name that will forever haunt you.
“Can we pretend that never happened?” you pleaded parking the car into the school car park. You looked over to see him exiting the vehicle, you sighed in not getting your answer and got out yourself.
Walking to your locker you spotted your best friend waiting for you, a smile plastered on her face. You see it drop when you reach her, you follow where her eyes are averted to.
I guess he’s going to be a pain in the ass here too.
“Omg” Ally blurts, the smile appearing on her face. Ally wasn’t as intelectual as you were, she was smart and definitely was not one of the burn outs of the year. She was no doubt more popular then you, she was the type to gossip about parties and boys. You didn’t really feel the need to gossip, it was irrelevant to you. She was often asked why she stayed with you, and sometimes you wondered also.
“What?” you asked opening your locker and piled all of your books into it.
“Him. Who is he?” she pointed to Jungkook, watching him intensely as he shoved the black notebooks into the blue locker. You rolled your eyes at the colour of the books.
‘Typical, the bad boy is too bad for colours’ you thought and got out your math text book and English lit note book.
“That is the asshole, also known as Jungkook” you slammed your locker shut.
“He’s my new exchange student, he’s staying with me for a year. Personally it’s too long in my opinion” you smiled at her.
“Hey guys” Mia’s voice rings through your ears, as she gives you and Ally a big smile, she follow’s Ally’s eyes and see what she was staring at. Instantly her mouth gapes a bit.
“Who?” she asks.
“Y/n’s new exchange student. He’s staying for a year” Ally pipes up turning to you and Mia.
“She think’s a year is too much” Ally roles her eyes and smiles at you.
“What!? Having that hottie living with you for a year is not enough!” Mia shouts causing Ally to laugh and to you frown.
“He’s a complete ass Mia, He threw cat piss on me last night!! Which did not help me sleep at all. There was no coffee, I did not sleep one wink and to top it off HE marked my dashboard in my car!! Do you know how hard it is to get shoe marks off!?!” you shouted at Ally and Mia, causing to get stares from passing students.
You huffed opening your eyes to find Jungkook staring at the three of you, smiling to himself.
“Did he just hear all of that?” you whispered to Ally, she nodded her head and laughed to herself.
“Hey Poohbear” you heard Jungkook laugh, walking towards your friends and you. You saw the girls stand still, afraid to embarrass themselves.
“What?” You huffed the piece of hair that was in your face.
He grabbed your books and looked at the timetable you had stuck to your laptop cover.
“Hey we have the same classes!” he cheered.
“You’re kidding me? You’re that smart to be AP?” you questioned him, a confused look clearly presented on your face.
“I hope you know apart of being an exchange student, you do have to have good grades” he chuckled lightly to himself. You were speechless.
“C’mon, show me where the classes are” he walked off with your timetable, you ran after him making your friends follow the two of you.
“Why does he call you Poohbear?” Mia asks.
“Alright who can solve this equation?” Mr Clark, spun around on his heel. Your hand instantly shot up.
“Great! A classic showdown, how exciting!?” he clapped his hands clearly feeling ecstatic. You turned to see who you were up against and it was none other then Mr. Bad Boy himself.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” you whispered to yourself, getting up causing the chair to drag out with you.
You got to the board, a red marker in your hand ready to write the answer. You looked over to Jungkook to see a craze look in his eyes.
“And…go!” Mr Clark clapped.
You wrote down your answer faster then lightening…but so did Jungkook.
“Let’s see who takes home the prize” Mr Clark looked at the equations, you smiled to yourself, confident with your answer.
“And the winner is the exchange student!” He shouted.
Everybody hollered and clapped. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, you slumped back into your seat. Mia and Ally patting you on the back, you dug your head into your arms wishing the day to be over.
Soon it was lunch. You walked over to where Ally and Mia were, you saw the two familiar boys at your tables. You smiled and ran quickly to the boys.
“Mark!! Jackson!!” You scream, getting taken into Jackson’s arm. “I missed you pup!” Jackson exclaimed hugging you tightly then letting you go to hug Mark.
“I missed you too pup!” Mark shouted lifting you off the ground.
You laughed and sat down with them, you took a bite of your apple and put it down.
“How was China you two?” you asked Mark and Jackson they nodded their heads in unison.
“It was good” Jackson said.
“That’s it? You went to China and that’s all you have to say?” You laugh and sip your orange juice.
Mark laughed, “How were your holidays?” he asked taking a bite of the pizza.
“Oh you know, same old same old. Nothing eventful” you sighed.
“Are you kidding me?” Mia gasped causing Jackson and Mark to turn their heads towards her.
“What?” Jackson pipes
“She got a new exchange student. He’s so hot…and smart too!” Ally pipes up as well.
The door opened to the dining hall showing a handsome man, and you guessed it, it is Jungkook.
All you could hear were giggles and sighs.
“That’s him” Ally announced.
“Thats him!?” Mark exclaims.
“Yeah, Why do you seem so shocked?” You questioned.
“Nothing, it’s just…I know him” Mark whispers to you, leaning closely so only you could hear.
“How do you know him?” you hesitated to ask the question, afraid of the answer that would come.
A/N: This was requested by -sardonicjughead on Wattpad and I’m hoping this is alright, I wrote this at school lol. Enjoy some more angst my friends! ALSO I JUST WATCHED RIVERDALE AND IM DEAD IM SCREAMING IM TRIGGERED SEND HELP. Much love!
“You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Y/N exclaimed, walking into Archie’s bedroom where Jughead was playing video games. Jughead looked over to his girlfriend and rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.
“I guess I’ll leave you two be.” Archie said, exiting from the game him and Jughead were playing and standing up. “No fooling around on my bed.” He teased as he left.
“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking over at Jughead who looked super pissed off.
“I’m fine.” He huffed, seating himself on Archie’s bed and pulling out his phone, he needed something to distract him from what was to come.
“Are you sure?” she asked tenderly, walking towards him.
“I said I’m fine!” he snapped, and Y/N stood stunned for a second.
“Okay, I’m sorry for asking.” She whispered, sitting on his bed. “Well anyways, I’m not going home ever again.” she said, and Jughead just shook his head.
“Why not?” he asked, not really listening to Y/N at all.
“My dad, he’s such an ass. He was drinking last night, heavily as you would imagine because when is he not-anyways, after I came home from Pops last night I found him passed out on the couch surrounded by beer cans and bottles. After I put my stuff upstairs I came back down and started to pick up the cans and bottles because I didn’t want our house to start to smell like a liquor store like it usually does. I mean I spent this whole weekend shampooing the carpet to get the beer and liquor smell out, the whole weekend! Anyways as I was picking it up, he woke up and started drunkenly screaming at me, telling me that I needed ‘to leave his shit alone’ and 'if I thought for a second I could steal his alcohol and get away with it, I was out of my damn mind’.” Y/N ranted, grabbing Jugheads pillow from the top of his bed and placing it in her lap, squeezing it. Jughead scrolled on his phone, opening a game and started to play.
“I told him I wasn’t trying to take his alcohol, and that I was only trying to pick up. I made up the excuse that I didn’t want him to step on an aluminum can and slice open his foot, or slip on a glass bottle and hit his head, although at this point I could care less if it happened.” She scoffed, and then paused. Her face fell slightly, and she sighed. “Okay I would care a little bit, I mean he is my dad for fucks sake but he is such an ass that I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.” Jughead nodded his head, trying to make it seem like he was listening and agreeing, although he had no idea what was being said.
“Yeah, I bet.” He murmured mindlessly.
“Anyways, I stood up after I had about an arms-full of cans and took them to the recycling bin out in the garage, and when I came in I started to reach for more bottles and cans, but he pushed me over, and I fell on a glass bottle, that just happened to shatter when I landed on it and I cut my arm and had to have Betty and Veronica pull broken glass out of my arm for about an hour.” She rolled up the sleeves of a green sweater she 'borrowed’ from Jughead, and revealed a large bandage running the whole length of her forearm. Again, Jughead just nodded and pretended to agree.
“Yeah, I totally understand.” He muttered, and Y/N looked at him, noticing he was playing a game on his phone.
“Are you even listening to me Jughead?” she asked, and she saw his face harden a little.
“Yeah.” He replied, and she stood up from his bed.
“What did I just say happened to me then?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip. Jughead threw his phone on the bed and looked up at Y/N.
“I don’t know, probably the same shit that you always complain about. 'oh Jughead, my dad drinks all the time and he is such an ass.’ "He mocked her, trying his best to mimic her voice. ” 'Oh Jughead, I don’t know where my mom is, she hasn’t returned my calls in days and I’m worried, I miss her so much.’ I get it Y/N, you have a shitty home life, but guess what, so do I. All you do is complain about it and I’m tired of listening.“ He erupted, and Y/N backed away slowly.
"You’re an ass, Jughead Jones.” She spat, tears welling in her eyes. “You forgot to mimic the part where he pushed me down, causing me to cut my arm open and left me bleeding, he didn’t even care.” Jugheads face softened, and worry started to replace his anger. “But that’s okay, your game was more important. I guess I forgot to add the part where the only reason I’m alive right now is probably because Veronica and Betty came to my house because I left my math text book at Pops, and they wanted to return it. But when nobody answered, they came in and found me in the kitchen, where I had passed out because I don’t do well at the sight of blood, and as you now know my arm was heavily bleeding.” She said, shoving the sleeve up again and taking off the bandages.
“I am so sorry, Y/N.” Jughead started, trying to hug the girl but she pushed him away with her good arm and showed him the wound.
“They took me to the ER where I got this stitched, and they called the police on my dad. He’s in jail now, just so you know. And I’m staying with Veronica so I don’t end up on the streets, but let me guess, you don’t care about that, do you?” she angrily asked, wrapping her wound back up.
“Look, I’m sorry I come to you and rant about my family. But it’s because you’re my boyfriend, and I thought I could come to you with things like this. I felt comfortable opening-up to you, you were the only one to know of my family problems until last night. I was forced to tell Betty and Veronica because of what happened. Did you notice I called you last night?” she asked, and Jughead hung his head low. He had ignored the call, thinking it was because she wanted to come over and rant.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” She said. “I was calling you for help, but you didn’t even answer, you didn’t even return it, or at least text me. What the hell!” she yelled. Archie bust into the room, looking between the two of them.
“Whats going on?” he asked, and Y/N turned to face him, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Nothing, Arch, I was just leaving.” She whispered, trying to push past him. He grabbed her bad arm and she yelped in pain.
“Oh my-fuck Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” he quickly asked, pulling his hand away. She shook her head, tears flowing freely now because of the pain of her arm and the paint that her boyfriend was avoiding her.
“I’m fine, goodbye boys.” She said, hurrying out of the house. Archie and Jughead stayed silent until they heard the front door slam, and Jughead angrily threw his beanie to the wall.
“Fuck! I’m such an ass!” he yelled, and Archie looked at him worriedly.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked, and Jughead sat on the bed, shaking his head.
“I fucked up big time, I just might have lost the best thing to ever happen to me”
anonymous said: hi hon! can i get a #25 with mr. archie andrews? thanks :)
prompt: 25- “i told you not to fall in love with me”
chapter song: stay / rihanna and mickey echo
you are your own worst enemy. its the truth. its something that i’ve dealt with on many occasions so i know its true. self sabotage is my main game. i can never let myself feel even an ounce of happiness. the only person who made me feel happy was archie.
archie was always different. i understand that it sounds very cliche, but its the truth. he made me feel different. warmth oozed from my heart everytime we locked eyes. i knew he had feelings for me but i wasn’t aware how much he felt for me. he loved me so much, but i couldn’t hurt archie.
riverdale. apple pie america. my hometown. im y/n sweetwater. yes like the murder river. that river was named after my great great grandfather, kenneth sweetwater. making me by all intents and purposes, riverdale royalty. this came with a stigma. my family was always under a microscope. my mother, heather, was so beautiful. she was a golden girl, gorgeous and talented. everywhere i go people always say its like seeing heathers ghost.
its haunting. she died when i was four. my dad was left alone, a 22year old single dad. he was heartbroken, but i was always treasured by him.he loves me more than anything, im all that he has left of her. my parents had real love. the kinf of love that warrents a slow ballad, kissing under the soft moonlght. sneaky rendezvous’ at sweetwater river at midnight. true love.
“earth to sweetwater..” kevin moans as we stroll along the main street, sipping on sweet tea.
“whats up?” i mumble softly, playing with the ice in my cup.
“its like talking to a brick wall.” he teasted, bumping his shoulder on mine.
“im sorry k, im just a little pre-occupied.” i admit.
“oh yeah, the dilf is bringing his new fling to dinner tonight huh.” kevin grimaced, making a scrunched up face.
“bite me.” i mouthed.
“there’s the sheriff, im out babe.” he smiled.
“pray for me?” i plead.
“you’ll be okay, we can spill the tea tomorrow.” he declared.
and with that he was off. with a pep in his step, smile on his face. unlike me, i looked like pure shit and i felt like i was gonna pass out.
i open the front door to my house, trying to be as quiet as possible so i can go and change my shirt. i spilt iced tea all over myself and i wanted to look somehwat decent before meeting my dads new possible love interest. like many things in my life, this didn’t go to plan.
as i entered the dining room, i see my dad facing this beautiful woman. She looks like she just stepped off of a catwalk.
“hey honey.’ my dad smiles.
“yeah just showing my face, got home safe and sound.” i said smiling at the mystery chick.
“gina this is y/n, y/n this is gina.” my dad awkwardly introduces the two of us.
she looks over at me and smiles.
“um dad, i need to run to archies real quick and take him..the maths text book i borrowed.” that was a lie. this situation is too awkward so i have to bounce.
“okay, just dont stay out too late.” he warned.
“i wont, toodles gina, it was nice meeting you.” i blurt as i leave the cringey date scene in my dining room.
as i rush out of the house and get into my car, i remember that archie and jughead had said in passing that they would be at pops’ tonight obsessing over jasons death as per usual. off to the well lit diner in the middle of town.
as i pull up i see the red haired boy leaving.
“hey! where are you going?” i shout out of my car window, almost giving the tall boy a hear attack.
“what the fuck y/n?!?” he exlaims, rubbing his chest in circular motions.
“where are you going?” curiosity fills the air.
“home.” he answers shortly. coldness overiding his tone. i could tell there was something bothering him.
“whats up your ass?” i commented under my breath.
all of a sudden, archie storms over to the passenger door of my car, swinning the door open and almost instantly afterwards he slams it again.
he is now sitting in the seat, his head in his palms.
“you’re driving me fucking crazy.” he whispers.
“i told you not to fall in love with me.” i warned, bordering on the verge of tears.
“you’re saying it like i can help how i feel about you!” he snapped back at me.
“you can, you can go and be with someone else. someone who will make you happy. someone who is worth your affection. im not that girl.” i reply.
“do you love me?” he aksed.
“its not that simple archie..” i pronounced.
“answer the question.” he ordered, tears in his waterline. his big brown eyes filled with hurt.
“no.” the second lie filled the car like a toxic spill.
i heard an audible heart break. its like someone viciously ripping a piece of paper. hard, loud and sharp. what have i done?
i was cutr out of my gaze into space by the car door slamming shut. the red haired boy walking along the icy car park. the love of my life. the love that i’ve just alienated.
First sentence: If she was going to pull this off she would need a lot of help. Pairing of your choice. (Feel better soon!)
Jon x Sansa, high school AU.
If she was going to pull this off she would need a lot of help.
An A in math was simply beyond Sansa’s reach, but it was what her parents demanded if she wanted their permission to go to the prom.
Never mind that she didn’t have a date now that Joffrey had dumped her and taken up with Margaery Tyrell, Sansa was bound and determined that she’d go to the prom. It was the biggest event of senior year, and she was not going to miss it.
If her plan worked, she’d end up with both an A and a date.
Sansa pushed open the door to the school study room, smiling when she saw Jon Snow seated by himself at the table, his math text book open in front of him, the answer to her prayers. “Hey genius. Want to make a deal?”
shoutout to the kids who know the answer but won’t raise their hands in a class coz they have never been encouraged to participate and be wrong.
shoutout to the kids who doodle on their math text books or make up excuses about swimming or other physical activities coz they are deeply uncomfortable with their bodies.
shoutout to the kids who tell themselves they aren’t hungry coz they get bullied in cafeterias or are ignored at the altar of popularity shticks.
shoutout to the kids who are not now, nor ever will be “cool”because of their trauma but are trying to be kind and soft even though no form of hegemonic, warped advertising is selling these fundamental qualities as relevant or important for survival.
shoutout to the kids who had to break themselves open just so someone could say how badly they were hurting.
shoutout to the kids who have to engage in psychological“drama” because they were abused and that is the best coping mechanism they have known.
shoutout to the kids who fight falling off the wagon frequently, who don’t want to go to therapy sometimes, who hate the meds, who feel unworthy of love or companionship because they were always told they were incapable of receiving and giving affection.
shoutout to the kids who have had to begin building their own world by their own hands from as far long as they can remember.
shoutout to the kids who are still angry about who harmed us years ago.
shoutout to the kids who are tired but trying. every single day.
you are alright. your recovery is valid. you are allowed to fail without having your humanity questioned.
“How you’re holding up?” Isaac asked when he narrowly
avoided being hit by a large text book.
“I do not understand why this Macbeth is listening to
witches.” You sighed and he chuckled as you let him sit next to you.
“Macbeth should have killed the witches on sight because the
type of with they are is known to trick men to their death… you know I don’t
really think that’s what the teacher wants to know.” Isaac muttered as he read
over your shoulder.
“They don’t want to know how to kill witches?” You asked and
gave Isaac a look that told him you were utterly confused by the thought.
‘He’s such an adorable human,’ Tyler thought dreamily, head resting on his hand as he stared at Joshua Dun, a goofy smile on his face. 'He looks so cute with that red eyeshadow. I wish he wore it everyday, and that I could see it better.’ Tyler always had to sit at the back with the rest of the 'cool kids’ whereas Josh sat around the middle, not super eager, but also taking notes and rarely chatting to anyone.
“…Joseph. Mr Joseph!” The teachers stern voice called out. Tyler snapped out of his daze, his head shooting up, the sudden moving jerking him off balance, so he nearly fell out of his chair. Everyone was looking at him, including Josh, which probably meant he had seen him staring at him with a stupid, love-struck expression on his face. “If you are quite done staring at Mr Dun, you can answer question 5.” Okay, Tyler was pretty sure teachers couldn’t say things like that. He could feel a blush rising up his neck as the students around him sniggered. Josh looked embarrassed as well, but he was smirking almost confidently. Tyler could be confident too - he was expected to be confident.
“What if I’m not quite done? Frankly, I could stare all day,” Tyler said before he could think twice, ending his comment with a wink directed at Josh. His classmates seemed both amused and confused. Tyler didn’t blame them, nobody knew he was gay. Hell, Tyler didn’t even know if he was gay. Josh was just really pretty.
The teacher wasn’t amused by his comment and gave an irritated 'humph’ before speaking up again. “Mr Joseph, I’m sure everyone would appreciate it if you separated your personal life with your school work, and you answered question number 5!” The teacher seemed mad. And it didn’t seem as if she was going to calm down - the page Tyler was on didn’t even have questions.
“Er… What page are we on?” Tyler asked sheepishly, the teachers glare becoming furious.
“Which page are you on, Mr Joseph?” The teacher demanded, and Tyler quickly checked his page number.
“Number 263?” He hoped he wasn’t too far behind. From the snickers that followed his accidental question, he assumed his hopes were moot.
“We’re up to page 394. We changed unit during class, as we finished the unit on World War II, unless you’re still having trouble with that, Mr Joseph,” the teachers voice had gone scarily calm.
“No, sorry. I was, um, distracted,” Tyler said, cringing. The class were amused by the scene, and Tyler could feel himself beginning to blush. He was meant to be the cool, confident guy who hung out with the jocks and dated the hot girls. He was meant to be pro at everything, and answer the teacher cockily when called one. But really, he was only a pro at imperfections. He was insecure, and couldn’t handle speaking out to teachers. He cared to much what people thought.
“Lovely display during History, dear Tyler. I thoroughly enjoyed it,” Vic said, smirking, as he slid into the seat opposite Tyler in the cafeteria. Tyler groaned loudly, resting his head on the table as the rest of the guys came over.
“Shut up,” Tyler moaned, his voice distorted slightly due to the table. “I couldn’t help it. He’s so cute, I wanna lick his face.”
“That’s really weird,” Jack commented, snagging Alex’s Apple juice and switching it out for his orange.
“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Vic asked, craning his neck to try and spot Josh in the sea of students spread out through the cafeteria.
“Don’t be ridiculous, there’s no way he would say yes. I barely even know him.”
“Dude, you’ve been pining over him for months now. Don’t even try to deny it,” Vic added on when he saw Tyler raise his head and open his moth to interrupt him. “Ask him out.”
“Yeah, right,” Tyler huffed. “I’ll ask him out if you ask out his friend that you keep talking about.” Tyler was sure that Vic wouldn’t ask out Kellin. He had had the opportunity enough times, and never did. There was no chance.
“Fine,” Vic said stubbornly, standing up. “Only to prove how good of a friend I am. I am facing possible rejection to get you a boyfriend.” With that, he marched over to where Kellin and Josh were sitting, having spotted them when trying to seek out Josh.
“I can’t believe this,” Mike, Vic’s brother, muttered. “I try for weeks to convince him to ask out Kellin, and you manage it in one sentence.” Nobody was really paying attention to Mike though. All eyes were on Vic - and not just from their table. Vic had, for some crazy reason, decided that a dramatic serenade was key to Kellin going out with him, and was in the process of thoroughly amusing everyone on the surrounding tables. It wasn’t that Vic had a bad voice - his voice was actually quite brilliant. It was just that Vic seemed to think that 'Never Gonna Give You Up’ by Rick Astley was the perfect choice for the situation. Kellin looked horrified, whereas Josh seemed to be trying to contain his laughter, unlike everyone at Tyler’s table, who were nearly crying with laughter. Tyler wished he could see the funny side, but this meant that Tyler had to ask out Josh.
Vic came back not too long after, a smug look on his face, although Tyler hadn’t heard him finish the song.
“Guess who has a date this Friday,” he said, not even bothering to phrase it as a question.
“How did you manage that?” Jack demanded, wiping away the last of his tears from laughing so hard.
“He said that he would go on as many dates as it took for me to stop.” Tyler snorted, unable to help himself, making Vic turn to him.
“Your turn, lover boy. Get your pretty ass over there and ask Josh for his hand in marriage.” Tyler’s stomach dropped, the nerves too much. He never should have made that deal.
“Not now,” he said cautiously. “Not with everyone around. I don’t want it to be too embarrassing when he says no and crushes my soul.” So the rest of the guys allowed Tyler some time to figure out how to get Josh on his own. Although, as it turns out, that wasn’t difficult in the slightest.
“Hey, wanna make out?” Josh asked, Tyler only noticing him when he closed his locker, having just pulled out his maths text book. Tyler just stared at him for a moment.
“What?” He asked, sure he had misheard.
“Well, you know, you kept staring at me during history, so I figured you would be cool with skipping maths as well. At least this time you can actually act on your impossibly unending lust for me,” Josh smirked.
“I - I don’t have an impossibly unending-” Tyler spluttered before being cut off.
“Anyway, there’s an empty janitors closet not far from here, not to be cliche or anything, but I’m totally up for going there to make out. You up for it?” As if Tyler could say no.
“Fuck,” Tyler groaned as Josh bit his neck slightly, running his tongue over the mark immediately after. “Lips, now.” Tyler knew it wasn’t the hottest thing he could be saying during a make out session, but he needed Josh to go back to kissing him. Which he thankfully did. Josh nibbled on Tyler’s bottom lips, making Tyler groan into his mouth. Tyler fought for dominance as Josh pressed his tongue into his mouth, but gave up quickly and let Josh do whatever he wanted. He wasn’t objecting to anything that was going on. Tyler was suddenly very aware of Josh’s hand, which was inching towards Tyler trousers. He ran his hand over the bulge in his trousers, making Tyler let out an embarrassing whimper. Josh grinned at him and moved his hand to undo the button of his trousers. Tyler nodded slightly, letting Josh know that it was okay.
The door burst open as Josh was pulling down Tyler’s fly. The vice principle burst in, face purple with rage. “You two!” He yelled, pointed a threatening finger towards Tyler and Josh. Tyler was horrified, and scrambled to do his pants back on, whereas Josh looked bemused. Nothing really seemed to bother Josh. “With me!” The vice principle marched out of the janitors closet, Tyler and Josh having no choice but to follow him. It was painfully obvious what they had been doing, with their ruffled hair and partially unbuttoned shirts, and the giant hickey Tyler had left on Joshed neck. He had been quite proud of it at the time.
To make matters even worse, the classes had been dismissed, so most, if not all, students were in the hallways, and got to watch as Tyler and Josh were marched to the principles office. The vice principle led them through a route that passed right by Tyler’s friends, who were obviously able to put two and two together, and let out loud wolf whistles as the two students passed by them. Tyler was quick to flip them off, an act that was thankfully unseen by the vice principle.
They soon reached the principle, who seemed unreasonably appalled by their actions.
“I’m going to have to call in your parents,” the principle said, seeming almost sorry about it. For the first time since meeting him, Josh looked uneasy.
“No, please, Mr Henroach, my parents don’t know that I’m gay. I don’t want them to find out this way,” Josh pleaded. Tyler hadn’t even thought of that. He didn’t know how his mother was going to react to the fact that he was caught making out with a guy. He could only hope she wasn’t too mad.
Tyler’s mother may have been the most embarrassing parent that anyone could ever have. She had sat there, with the principle, her son, Josh, and Josh’s parents, and laughed herself into a state of tears when she heard what Tyler had done. Tyler hid his face in his hands, groaning weakly.
“Well,” Kelly said, wiping under her eyes and attempting to fix her make up. “I suppose I owe your father $5.”
“You bet on - oh my god,” Tyler muttered, sliding down further in his chair. Josh’s parents didn’t seemed amused with how Kelly was acting.
“I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell us you have a boyfriend,” Josh’s mother said. Josh looked guilty, and shot a look at Tyler, who knew what it meant. No need to make the situation worse by telling Josh’s mother that they weren’t dating, they just nearly had sex in a janitors closet. Tyler caught his mothers eye, who seemed to know exactly what was going on somehow, and found it hysterical.
“I insist on having - Tyler, is it? - over for dinner soon. If he’s important enough to miss school for, he is obviously important enough to meet us formally.” Great. Tyler would have to go through an uncomfortable dinner with Josh’s family, who assumed they were dating.
“Well, that’s something that can be arranged another time. Tyler and Josh won’t be facing a suspension, but this is their first and only warning, and they will have to partake in a weeks worth of detentions,” the principle explained. Tyler thought it was a little harsh, and his mother seemed to as well, but Josh’s father was nodding, agreeing with what the principle was saying.
The parents thanked the principle and left, bidding their children goodbye, and having a discussion on their way out, most likely about Tyler going to Josh’s house for dinner. Tyler and Josh were dismissed and instructed to go to their classes - actually, this time.
There was a slight awkward moment as the two boys made their way to their respective classes, which were thankfully close to each other.
“So, uh, we might as well date now, mightn’t we?” Josh asked, slightly nervously. Tyler nodded slightly.
“Yeah, I mean, our parents already think we are. The school has some information. May as well,” Tyler shrugged, trying not to look too eager. Josh looked relieved. They arrived at Tyler’s class, and stopped outside the door.
“I’ll give you my number next time I see you,” Josh said, and Tyler nodded. There was a slight awkward moment before Josh pecked Tyler’s lips and turned. Tyler grinned and turned towards the door, hand on the handle. “Wait, Tyler. Why did you keep staring at me during class?” Josh was smirking again. He obviously knew some variation of Tyler’s answer, but seemed to be seeking confirmation.
You’re The Song Stuck In My Head (Patrick Stump One Shot)
Based off the request:
I was wondering if you could do a high school Patrick imagine because those are my favs
I pushed my reading glasses back up the bridge of my nose and turned the page in my text book. Finals were next week and I was trying to revise as much as possible.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” I heard a small voice small say from behind me. I turned around to see the lovable dork, Patrick, who I’ve also had a crush on for about two years.
“Hey, Patrick.” I greeted with a smile, he sat down beside me.
“What’cha doing there?” He asked me, he looked up to me, I could only just see his baby-blue eyes peaking out from under his hat.
“I’m revising for the finals. Which I’m failing miserably because it’s math and you know that I’m no good at math.” I complained.
“I could help you, if you want.” He offered.
“Oh my gosh, would you?” I asked.
“Yeah sure, m-my house after school?” He asked me nervously. I smiled at the thought of going to his house and spending time alone with him, even if it was just doing revision.
“Sounds great, thank you so much!” I said. He smiled and for a brief second our eyes met but he quickly looked away, his cheeks going a slight shade of red, I wasn’t sure what that meant but he looked pretty cute.
We stayed in the library for an additional ten minutes, just laughing and talking about nothing in particular, it was great.
The walk to Patrick’s house was pretty awkward, we were both too shy to say anything and other than talking about our school days it was pretty much just silent. After ten minutes of awkwardness, we finally got there.
“Oh hello Patrick! How was school?” His mom called from what I’m assuming is the kitchen.
“It was fine, mom.” Patrick replied.
“Oh! Who’s this?” She directed to me once she came into our view.
“She’s just a friend.” Patrick answered, getting very uncomfortable.
“I know what that means.” She replied with a forced wink. Patrick went bright red and I think I might of too.
“Oh my God, we’re going up stairs to study. Don’t bother us.” He said while escaping up the stairs with me just trailing behind. Once we get in he closes the door behind us.
“I’m so sorry about her.” He said, getting very flustered and still very red in the face.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I answered, feeling very awkward.
“So, uh, math, that’s what we’re doing.” He got out his math text book and I got out mine, we sat down on his floor. I was sat with my back against his bed and was sat cross legged in front of me.
“So, if we start on this chapter, do you know how to do this?” He asked me, the awkwardness was now almost completely gone as Patrick got into teacher mode. I saw the chapter he was talking about and it was algebra.
“No, I’m terrible at algebra, it’s one of my worst topics.” I felt stupid, he was so much smarter than I at pretty much everything.
“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll help you.” He looked at me with a kind smile which made my heart melt.
After a while, I was slowly getting the hang of it, Patrick was really good at explaining and he was really patient for when I didn’t get it, I loved spending this time with him, not awkward, just super relaxed and chill.
We had finally finished and we both reached to turn the page onto the next chapter. Our hands touched, we both looked up and our eyes met. We looked at each other for a few moments and I don’t know about him but my heart was beating out of my chest. Before we knew it, we were both leaning in. Our noses touched, before we can make any further contact, my phone rang which made us both jump back. My cheeks went bright red as I answered my phone and I was glad whoever it was couldn’t see me, I didn’t dare look to look at Patrick out of sheer embarassment.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, (Y/N).” I heard my bestfriend chirp down the phone.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, still avoiding Patrick’s gaze.
“Nothing much. Hey, so there’s this party tonight and you’re coming.” She said forcefully. I groaned, parties really weren’t my thing.
“I don’t want to.” I whined.
“Tough, you’re coming with me.” She said.
“Can I bring Patrick?” I asked quietly, I saw him in the corner of my eye look in my direction.
“Ooo girl, you still trying to get on him?” I blushed profusely and I hoped to God that he didn’t hear that.
“Okay, bye!” I said and before she could reply, I had already hung up.
“What was that about?” Patrick asked, avoiding the obvious elephant in the room.
“There’s apparently a party tonight and we have to go.” I said, cringing at the idea already. So was he by the look on his face.
“A party? I don’t know, I mean they’re not really my scene..” He trailed off.
“No because if you don’t know I won’t have anyone to hang out with.” I pleaded.
“Fine, as long as you don’t leave me.” He said with a slight smile.
“I wouldn’t want to.” I said boldly. There was a moment of silence where we just looked at each other, my gaze fell to his lips and all I could think of is how good it would feel to kiss them..
“I-I should probably go.” I said, my eyes still fixated on him as I stood up with my books and my bag. He stood up too which made me finally make eye contact with him again.
“Thanks for helping me.” I said quietly.
“No problem. See you tonight, I guess.” He replied softly.
I walked down the stairs and stopped at the door to say a final goodbye, as I walked down the path away from his house.
“Oh my God!” My best friend (Y/BF/N) squealed as I turned around in the little black dress she had let me borrow. “You look so hot!” She exclaimed excitedly.
“I don’t look that good..” I muttered, looking at myself in the mirror, I didn’t look horrible but I didn’t look great.
“Oh shut up you look stunning, Patrick is going to love it!” She insisted, I gave her a stern look but I couldn’t help but hope he would like it.
“I don’t know..” I trailed off, I wasn’t happy with it.
“Hmm, if we take..” She slid my glasses off and I had to give my eyes a brief adjustment period before they narrowed in on her excited face. “These off, that just completes the whole look!” She said excitedly. I looked in the mirror again, it did look better without I had to admit.
“Can I do your make-up?” She asked me enthusiastically.
“You’re acting like this is the prom.” I pointed out.
“So? It’s your first party and you’ve got a boy to impress.” She urged.
I eventually gave in and let her do it, after ten minutes of torture, she had finished, she kept it simple and it didn’t really look like I had any on except from the cat-eye eyeliner. I completed my look with some converse, I flat out refused to wear heels of any kind.
Before long we were at the party, a drink was thrust in my hand and I was pretty much left to fend for myself. (Y/BF/N) had gone off with some guy and I was just trying to find Patrick. It took me about ten minutes before he eventually found me amoungst the crowd of sweaty high-schoolers.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” He shouted above the roar of the music. I automatically smiled when I saw him.
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” I shouted back. He said something to me but I couldn’t hear over the music so he leaned in closer to my ear.
“I said; you look beautiful.” He pulls away with a nervous smile and I hoped the bad lighting in the club made it difficult to see my rosey cheeks.
“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.” I complimented, taking a mental note on the black skinny jeans, sweatshirt and fedora he was wearing, he looked casually charming.
We hung out and spoke for what seemed like five minutes but turned into twenty. We were making cute little small talk when I felt someone snake their hand around my waist and pull me into them slightly, I stiffened and so did Patrick as he glared daggers at whoever it was.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Some jock slurred, his breath stank of alcohol and ciggarettes.
“Uh, hi.” I replied coldy, trying to free myself from his grip but he clawed onto me, I began to feel scared at what this drunken idiot might do.
“Whoah, where do you think you’re going?” He leaned in for a kiss but I dodged away from him and put my hand on his chest to attempt at pushing him away, it didn’t work very well because he was still here.
“Not interested.” I said as forcefully as I could, I kept trying to push him away but he was pulling me closer. A hand came out of no where and punched him in the jaw, his hold on my came lose and I could finally leave.
“She said she’s not interested.” Patrick shouted to the guy who was on the floor, clutching his jaw. “Come on, lets get out of here.” Patrick then said to me, I happily obliged and let him lead me out of the party. We ended up outside by his car which was on its own about a minute away.
“Thanks.” Was all I could say.
“No problem.” He replied quietly, he looked a bit suprised and I was too, I’d never seen him get violent before, it was completely out of character.
“No really, thank you. Who knows what that creep could of done if you weren’t there.” I shuddered at the thought and I got a lump in my throat as loads of different thoughts raced through my head about if Patrick wasn’t there. I think he noticed because he grabbed my hands to catch my attention and looked me deep into my eyes.
“Don’t think about it, okay? I was there and he’s not going to hurt you, I promise you.” Patrick assured in a tone of voice which made believe everything he was saying. “I’m about to say some pretty crazy shit right now but I don’t care.” He announced. I raised my eyebrows and he took that as a sign to nervously continue.
Still holding my hand, he looked me straight in the eye and spoke, “I really, really like you (Y/N), I think I might even love you actually.” He blurted out, his cheeks went red and I think mine did too.
“Patrick, I-” I began to say.
“Wait, before you shoot me down I need to say this. I’ve like you for so long and now it’s developed into so much more. You’re like a song that’s always stuck in my head, I want to be around you more than friends because I love you, I love you so much.” He finished, wary for what my answer could be. Well, I didn’t have one, I couldn’t think of how in words I could explain what I how felt so I kissed him, and in a single kiss that was filled with love and passion we both explained how we felt.
After a few seconds which felt like eternity, we mutually pulled away, his hands still held mine as we both looked at each other while grinning ear-to-ear.
“I love you too, Patrick.” Was all I said and all that needed to be said. At the same time, we both went for a kiss again, all the previous awkwardness and tension was let out.
The kiss went from loving and tender to something else, it became lust filled, I ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair which knocked his fedora off, he held me by my hips, our lips despite moving fast kept in time with each other has mine molded against his, his tongue glided across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I granted.
One of his hands opened the car door which was behind me, and without our lips leaving eachother, he laid me down on the back seat and climbed ontop of me. We both had to come up for air, he immediately kissed his way down to my neck, sucking and nibbling at my soft spots which made me moan softly.
I ran my hands down his sides and tugged at his shirt, asking for him to take it off which he did then continued the assult on my neck. I slipped my hand between us to palm the bulge that was causing friction in his jeans. He groaned against my neck and rolled his hips into my hand. I hooked my fingers just inside his jeans and pushed them down, he kicked them off the rest of the way. His hand guided it self behind my back, lifting me up effortlessly, he slipped my dress above my head, leaving me in just the red laced panties (Y/BF/N) insisted I wear, I need to thank her later. He looked down at me and smiled, admiring my exposed body and I did the same to him.
“Star Wars, really?” I said teasingly, refering to his Star Wars boxers.
“In my defence, I didn’t think I’d be getting this far.” He lowered himself back down so his head was by my ear, “But clearly, you thought ahead.” He said in a sultry voice with almost made me turn into a puddle underneath him. He returned his lips for a sloppy, lust filled kiss while he slid my panties off. I hooked my fingers inside his boxers and pushed them down so we were both exposed. Before he went on any further he kissed up back to my ear.
“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered into my ear which made me just want to melt.
“Yes.” I replied, he kissed me on the lips once again and lined himself up at my wetness and pushed his way into me, agonisingly slowly. Once he was all the way in he stopped and let me adjust to his size before moving in and out slowly. The car windows began to steam up and a thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead.
He was now thrusting in and out of me so quickly and I could feel the knot in my stomach build up as he hit my spot over and over again, I heard him groan a few times which must of meant he was close too.
His movements were becomming sloppy and he breathing was now heavy and laboured. I was getting extremely close too, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.
“I’m gonna..” I managed to say between moans.
“Together..” He uttered, he thrust into me one last time, hitting my spot perfectly as the knot came lose and waves of pleasure coursed throughout my body, I felt him shoot up into me as he climaxed too.
Once we were both completely done, he pulled out and collapsed next to me with his arm around me.
Michael and I hadn’t talked properly since his last text three months ago. He was officially dating that girl he went off with that day in the library.
I tried to get over him but at night time I found my thoughts drifting back to him, his face appearing in my dreams- those five words haunting my mind ‘I don’t fall in love’
I wonder if he loved her. He can’t if he doesn’t fall in love- or maybe that just applied to me. He couldn’t fall in love with me because I wasn’t good enough for him.
It was 10pm on a Saturday night when I next heard from him.
Drunk text obviously - a mistake he didn’t mean to send to me- it was obviously meant for her so I ignored it.
I love you. Okay, I don’t fall in love but you changed me and I’m so fucking in love with you and I’m sorry for pushing you away I’m so fucking sorry just please - I need to know if you love me back - Michael
It was another Saturday when I got another text from him.
Why didn’t you reply- you’ve made me look like an idiot, you could have just said you didn’t love me instead of ignoring me, please just reply i need to know. - Michael
I decided to reply this time and make him realise he had the wrong number .
I think you sent it to the wrong number Michael. - y/n
My phone beeped seconds later as if he was sat waiting for a reply.
No, it’s not y/n I mean it, I love you- Michael
Are you drunk- y/n
Then it’s not true, go home and sober up then go back to ignoring me and being with her -y/n
Drunken words are always true y/n, don’t you love me?- Michael
I didn’t reply after that not knowing whether by telling him the truth I would end up hurt, he was drunk I couldn’t trust his words.
It was Monday when I saw him. He looked terrible as he walked into school, his head facing the floor so no one could see his face. I turned to my locker away from where Michael was walking- pulling out my maths text book.
Suddenly my locker door was slammed shut causing people around me to look over at the loud sound. A blush rose to my cheeks from the attention before everyone looked away seeing it was me- boring old me.
I looked to see the source of who slammed my locker door seeing it was Michael. Up close I could see his eyes were rimmed red with purple bags under his eyes indicating lack of sleep.
“Michael?” I asked confused. We hadn’t talked face- to -face for a few months.
“Y/n” he spat angrily.
“How are you?” I asked awkwardly.
He gave a sarcastic laugh as the bell rung for first period. I left Michael at my locker walking to my first lesson. I could tell he was following me. The hall way was now empty as I was running late for maths as it was the furthest away from my locker.
I was suddenly slammed gently into the wall of the corridor.
“For fuck sake Michael, I need to go to maths” I groaned
“And I need to talk to you.” He said irritated
“Can’t we talk later-”
“No. We’re skipping first period” he demanded. He looked around him quickly to make sure nobody was around before grabbing my wrist - gently, and pulling me into the stock room full of old text books and pads of paper.
Shutting the door behind us Michael let out a frustrated sound.
“Fuck” he cursed under his breath before staring at me and shaking his head.
“What are you doing to me” he mumbled stepping closer and resting his hand on my cheek.
“Michael” I whispered
He took my school bag off my shoulder - discarding it on the floor along with his.
Both his hands came up to cup both my cheeks as he leaned in close so our foreheads were nearly touching.
“You’re driving me crazy” he whispered “but I need you to tell me” he said brushing his lips gently against mine hesitantly.
“Tell you what?” I whispered back.
“That you love me back” he said
I squeezed my eyes shut to hide myself away from his intense stare.
“Please” he whispered feeling his breath hit my cheek, sending goosebumps along my skin.
“Michael- I tried to get over you- you didn’t speak to me for so long and what about that other girl- ”
“No- she means nothing- I don’t care about her, it’s you I love, I love you okay, I can’t stand rejection, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fall in love again” he whispered “please tell me you didn’t get over me” he whispered sadly still extremely close to my face.
“Of course I didn’t get over you- it’s you- you were the first person to ever take interest in me- to show me how to live for a while, you were my first ever friend- I’m so in love with you Michael, it hurts so bad because you don’t fall in love” I whispered feeling a few tears fall down my face.
His thumb came up to wipe it away, one of his hand falling from my cheek to the back of my neck.
“I didn’t think I could fall in love, I thought it was impossible, but you made me fall in love, aren’t you listening to me? I love you y/n” He said leaning forward o try and kiss me.
But I turned my face, his lips landing on my cheek as he leaned his forehead against mine cursing under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned “I thought you loved me”
“I do, but what if I’m not a very good kisser- I’ve never-”
He cut me off by placing his lips straight onto mine, his lips were a mixture of soft and rough- contrasting with each other and making me melt into him. My body became weak as his body pressed close to mine, pushing me further into the wall.
His hand was still resting at the back of my neck, playing with my hair while his hand that was previously on my cheek pulled me closer to him by the small of my back.
Pulling away he smiled gently at me- it was a true Michael smile. One that I loved a lot.
“Ugh, I can’t see another equation..” You groaned, falling back on your best friend Jungkook’s bed.
“You’re telling me,” He sighed, closing his heavy math text book with a loud slam. “I think I can still see the numbers and terms when I close my eyes—go away!” He covered his face with a pillow.
“Hey,” You lifted your head, “At least we aren’t those people who’ll be spending the last hours of their holiday cramming it in.” You smiled proudly.
“Yeah,” He lifted his head as well—pillow still in hand. “What time is it?”
“It’s 7:00,” You answered, looking at the radio clock on his nightstand.
“Aw, that means you have to go.” He pouted, burying his face in the pillow again. “(Y/N)?” He said suddenly, slightly startling you.
“I know your mom will probably say no, but can you ask if you can sleep over?” He examined your facial expressions, “Please? It won’t hurt to try, would it?”
“I guess I could..” You said quietly, pulling your phone out of your school bag beside the bed.
“Yes!” He cheered, “I mean, my mom already said we could get pizza when we’re ready, we have ice cream, tons of movies, and video games!”
You dialed your mother’s number, pressing the phone to your ear gently. “Hello?”
“Eomma?” You did your best innocent voice.
“What are you asking for, (Y/N)?” She sighed heavily.
“Can I please sleep over Junkook’s house?” You begged, “Please, eomma, please?”
Again with the sighing, “Are his parents home?”
“Yes, and they will be. You can even call them,” You were confident, only because they really were going to be home.
“I will, believe me.” She said before taking a brief moment of silence to think, “Did you do those pages of math for your homework?”
“Yes, ma'am.” You nodded, picking at the little lint pieces on Jungkook’s comforter.
“Hm,” She elongated, making you wait. “You can-” you jumped in excitement, and almost thanked her. “But you have to do chores when you come home. I expect you to behave for Mr. and Mrs. Jeon?”
“Good, good. I’m going to call his mother, and I’ll drop some clothes by if you’d like?”
“That’d be great, eomma. I love you,” You did kissy noises.
“Ah,” She stopped you, “What do you need? You’ll need an extra set of clothes, correct? Do you want anything specific or would you want me to choose something?” You heard her footsteps creaking on your old wooden steps.
“Whatever will be fine,”
“Alright, and I’ll make sure to bring extra panties and pajamas.”
You felt your face grow hot, “T-Thank you..”
“Oh, is he right there?” She cupped her hand over her mouth, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I don’t think he heard.” You tried to avoid eye contact.
“Hm?” His voice rose.
“Ah, there he is.” Your mother laughed in her throat, opening up your drawers. “Well, I’ll be there in a bit. Be careful, behave, and don’t do anything inappropriate. I want you to sleep far away from him,” She instructed.
“Mhm.” You rolled your eyes, barely listening.
“You hear me, (Y/N)?” She snapped, “You better not be just saying that, or instead of dropping clothes over I’ll just go pick you up.”
“No, no!” You got back in focus, “I was listening, and I can’t wait to see you!” You nervously laughed, playing with the ends of your hair.
“Good. I’ll see you soon; love you.”
“I love you, too.” You said before hanging up.
“She said yes?!” Jungkook stood on his bed, clutching his pillow. You nodded happily, and he began jumping and whooping. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”
“Jungkook!” His mother yelled.
He stopped jumping, “Yeah?”
“Is that you jumping on your bed?”
“Yes..” He said slowly.
“What did I tell you about that?”
“Oh, I’m sorry eomma!” He apologized, sitting back on the bed. “Ew, I forgot I’m still in my uniform.” He picked at his tie. “Mind if I change?”
“Not at all,” You shrugged, laying properly on his bed.
“I don’t like changing when you come over, and don’t have a change in clothes—it feels weird, and I feel like you’re still trapped in it.” He said, tugging on his tie. “But now that you’re sleeping over, I don’t have to worry about it. I heard your mom say she’s bringing clothes,” He brought it over his head, and threw it carelessly to the corner of the room. “And panties,” He covered his mouth girlishly.
“Jungkook!” You wailed, covering your face.
“Relax, (Y/N)!” He laughed, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. “We all wear underwear, there’s no need to be ashamed.”
You couldn’t help but to stare at your friends fingers—the way they nimbly undid the tiny buttons. “I wanna get out of this already,” You forcefully made yourself look the other way.
“If you want, I’ll lend you some clothes?” He offered, “I don’t really think anything will fit you very well, but if you’re that desperate to get out of your skirt we can find a way to make it fit.”
‘If you’re that desperate to get out of your skirt.’ Ringed in your brain, why did it sound so different? The way his voice sounded..it was almost teasing. Certainly, if was just Jungkook being himself. “What do you have?” You forgot about him changing with all that of you getting out of your clothes.
He was in his closet, putting his uniform away so it wouldn’t be wrinkled. “Some shorts, some shirts—the shirts are big so they’ll cover you decently.” He was shirtless, and in the middle of pulling his pants down. “What do you say?” He looked to you, but your quick reflexes turned back.
“Um, sure.” You gulped.
“Let me find something for you..” He mumbled, rummaging through his hangers. “Maybe in my drawers, duh.” He hit himself on the forehead, moving on to his drawers. “Here, try these.” He tossed a shirt, and two shorts on you. “Also, would you like me to leave while you change?”
“No, as long as you don’t peek.” You smiled to yourself.
“I promise I won’t,” There was the sound of a little shuffling, “You can turn around now.”
You flipped your entire body over on you right side, propping your head up on your hand. He had a jersey on, and matching black shorts. You played with the clothes he lent you. You began rolling you knee socks off, then taking your jacket off. Jungkook was pretending to look at something, but was stealing occasional glances at you. Something about the attention you were receiving felt so flattering; you decided to begin unbuttoning your shirt slowly but surly. You over exaggeratedly sighed as you flipped your hair back, and pulled the ribbons out. Your shirt is only undone at the end of your bra, leaving cleavage exposed. Realizing what you’re doing, you shake the thought of leading your friend on out of your mind, and normally remove you clothes away from his sight. As your skirt drops to the ground, you shiver. “Do you have a sweater?”
“Yes.” He answered, looking for one. Once his search had come to an end, he handed it over.
“Thank you.” You turned to him, covering your chest as best as you could.
“N-No problem-Ow!” He grabbed his foot, “Ow, ow, ow!”
“Watch where you step,” You warn him.
“Watch yourself, you tease..” He murmured.
You pretended as if you didn’t hear, and continue to change into his clothes. “Your shorts don’t really fit me..” You walked over to him, holding them securely on your hips. You let them go, and they fall to the ground.
“(Y/N)-ah, please!” Jungkook blushed, covering his eyes.
“The sweater covers everything,” You groaned, pulling the shorts back up.
“But I can see your legs—a lot of them.”
“It’s just my legs,” You brushed it off.
“(Y/N), your mother is here!” Jungkook’s mom informed you.
“I’ll race you there,” You challenged him, locking eyes.
“I’ll beat you there,” He retorted, quickly getting up and pushing you to the side.
“That’s cheating!” You shouted, running right after him down the stairs. Your bare feet slapped against the wooden floor harshly, and it stung just a tad—but the taste of victory was far too important.
“Whoa!” Both of your mother’s said as you pushed each other, battling to the front door.
“Yah, (Y/N)-ah!” Jungkook grunted as your hand held his face away.
“Hi, eomma!” You kindly greeted your mother.
“Hi..” She handed you your bag reluctantly, staring at Jungkook squirming and swinging his arms. “Take good care.” She waved at Mrs. Jeon. “You behave,” she pointing at you. “Have a nice time, good night, and I love you.” She kissed your head.
“Bye!” You waved, still holding Jungkook. “I love you!”
His mother closed the door, as he was still trying to get to you. “Eomma!” He whined, “Help!”
“You’re on your own,” She snorted, walking away to the kitchen to finish washing dishes.
“La, la, la!” She sang loudly, “I sound like you now.”
“Eomma!” He blushed, “Shush!”
“Oh, it’s not like she doesn’t know. You’re good,” She threw her hand out.
“Yeah, you are.” You nodded, letting him go.
“I just don’t like talking about it..” He rubbed his shoulder embarrassed.
“Okay,” You nodded again, “You’re dancing too, right?”
“Yes..” He said in a low voice.
“So that makes two things—pretty talented.” You beamed at him, hoping he’ll ease up.
“Actually,” His mother butted in, “He’s rapping too.”
“Eomma!” He shouted, grabbing his hair and covering his ears.
“You have to take it easy,” You poked his shoulder, “It’s a blessing. You may not see it now, but you’ll get comfortable taking about it. Just think of all the things you could do..” You looked at the ceiling, “You could be in one of those boy groups!” You excitedly jumped, holding his shoulders. “Imagine how much fun you’d have,”
“Maybe I could go to America,” He said with hopeful eyes.
“That’s the spirit,” You grinned at him.
“Hm, you may be right.” He scratched his head, “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.” You placed your hand on your stomach.
“Eomma, can we get pizza now?”
“I’ll call.” She grabbed the house phone, already dialing the number.
“Why don’t we head back upstairs?” Jungkook grabbed your arm.
“O-Okay?” You confusedly followed his lead.
“I wanna show you something..” He told you, closing the door to his room behind you. “It’s kind of embarrassing, though.”
“What is it?” You asked as he sat you on the edge of the bed.
“Since I’m learning all this stuff, I thought I’d show you?” He squinted with his fists balled up.
“Hm? Go ahead,”
He took a deep breath, and started singing a slow love song. His voice was soft, and angelic. His eyes were shut so tight, there were creases. He finished up the little bit he had decided to sing for you, “H-How was it?”
“It was..” He flinched, “Really good.”
“Whoa, are you serious?” He opened his eyes.
“Yeah,” You scoffed, “Hasn’t your teacher ever told you that?”
“Well, yeah..but his opinion doesn’t matter nearly as much as yours does to me.”
“You’re my friend—best friend.” He walked to retrieve a ball he had on his desk. “My only friend..”
You sighed sadly, “Jungkook,” You frowned, getting up and making your way over to him. “You know friends aren’t everything, right?”
“It still would be nice to have some,” He turned his back to you.
“I know.” You say quietly, looking down. “But you have me, okay? I’m not gonna leave you, and you’re my only true friend.” You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his back. “I promise we’ll be as close as we are now, no matter what.”
“Thank you, (Y/N).” He turned around, and hugged you tightly. His head was on top of yours because of the height difference, and your head by his chest.
You broke away from the hug, “How about we play Truth or Dare?”
“It could be fun, and what else would we do while waiting for the pizza?” He sat on his bed.
“Let me put my own clothes on, I’ll be right back.” You grabbed your bag, and headed to the bathroom. When you got in, you locked the door. Looking through your clothes, you saw a pair of pajama shorts your mother had brought you and a shirt. Decided it was still too cold, you just changed your bottoms since you didn’t have your own sweater and Jungkook’s was warm. Before you left, you fixed your hair—putting your hand down after, and accidentally smelling his sleeve. You stopped to smell it again; just like him. Wearing his clothing, and having it smell like him felt as if he were embracing you. You exited the bathroom, still sniffing the end of his sleeve.
“(Y/N)!” Jungkook yelled, opening the door but bumped into you. “There you are, I thought you might’ve downed in the sink.” He joked, bringing you back inside. “I’ll go first!” He raised his hand, jumping in bed. “Truth.”
“Okay, let me just think of something.” You said, shoving his shorts in his drawer. “Do you have a crush in school?” You breathed, climbing into bed with him.
“Uh,” He rubbed his shoulder, “Y-Yes.”
“Who is it?”
“That wasn’t the question, now it’s your turn.” He sat up.
“Do you have a crush?” He added emphasis on 'you’.
“Okay, my turn. I pick truth,”
“Who do you like?” You quickly asked.
“You know her,” He started, “She’s kind, short, loving, weird, cute, and knows me well.”
You thought, “I give up.”
He cleared his throat, “It’s you, (Y/N).”
“What?” Your eyes bulged.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”
“N-No.” You shook your head, sitting on your legs, “Why? How?”
“I just said it, didn’t I? But, I’m sorry..”
“No!” You grabbed his face, “I-I like you too..”
“Are you being serious? (Y/N), right now isn’t the time to mess around.” He said sternly.
“No, I’m not kidding!” You shook him, “I do—I just didn’t think you’d like me back.” You admitted, sitting back in your spot.
“Well, I do.” He breathed a laugh, looking down. His hand inched closer to yours, then slowly held it. “Listen, I know a lot about you—we’ve been friends for a long time now. Is it a bad time to ask?”
“Ask what?” You held his hand back confidently.
“You know..” He did a weird hand gesture, “Ask you out? That’s what kids our age do right? Or did I not phrase it correctly?” He looked at you in the eyes, cupping your cheek gently. “Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?”
“I think sixteen year olds ask people on dates all the time, so you’re good.” You nodded smiling, “And only if you promise to be my boyfriend.”
“Of course,” You leaned in, and held his chest. You closed the gap between you two—his lips feel so nice against yours, and you thought you’d never feel them. As your kids ended, you gently flutter your lashes open. “That’s better than I had imagined, or hoped for.” He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Want to continue that game?”
“Mhm.” You laid down now, “Come over here.”
He did as he was told but laid behind you, spooning you and played with your hands. “Okay, what shall it be?”
“First dare of the game,” He cheered, “I dare you to kiss the biggest looser in here.”
“Where do you have a mirror?”
“Oh, ha.” He sarcastically laughed, “Fine. Kiss the only boy in here,”
“I think I need some proof that you are actually a boy, with all that whining you do.” You turned around only to show him your stuck out tongue.
“I don’t think you’d like the only way to validate it,” He pointed to his shorts.
“You’re gross.” You pushed him off the bed.
“So are you!” He got up, “You were teasing me earlier, and don’t deny it because you know it’s true.”
“Okay, maybe I was.”
“Maybe? No, you were.” He laid back down, “Why are you still wearing my sweater?”
“Do you want it back?”
“No, I’m just asking.” He kept your hand from taking it off.
“I’m cold,” You answered truthfully.
“Are you still cold?”
“Just a little bit,” That was all he needed to pull his blanket over you two, and hold you close to him. His skin was warm, and under the blanket was as well. He gently placed a kiss atop your head, and snuggled into you. You stood there for about twenty minutes to half an hour, carrying on tiny conversations that would diminish in the shared feeling you were having.
“Jungkook, (Y/N)!” His mother called you.
“Ugh, eomma..” He groggily complained. You attempted to get up, but be pulled you back down by the hood. “You don’t get to leave without giving me a kiss, jagi.” You pecked his lips, and he stood up happily. “We can’t tell my mom just yet, she’ll either overreact, or say we can’t be remotely close to each other while we sleep.”
“Okay.” You understood, waiting for him to make it to the door.
He stretched, and yawned making his way over. He opened the door and held your hand while walking down the steps, “The pizza just got here.” He placed it on the table.
“Thank you.” You let his hand go.
“Are you ready?” Jungkook’s father walked into the kitchen.
“For what?” His mother asked, wiping her hands on a cloth.
“The engagement party; you didn’t forget, did you?” He straightened his shirt out.
“That’s today?” Her mouth hung open, “I can’t miss it, but I have to clean or I’ll go insane!” She panicked, walking from the sink to the doorway. “What do I do?” She ran her hands up her face, “If I don’t clean now, I won’t be able to until my next day off—and it won’t be clean until then since no one cleans except me.”
“Calm down, honey.” His father rubbed her back, “We’ll just not go.”
“But I have to,” She sighed.
“I can clean.” Jungkook piped up, noticing his mother’s distress.
“Yeah, I’ll help too.” You pitched in.
“Yes.” You two said in unison.
“Thank you,” She engulfed you two in a hug. “Is my hair okay? Do I need more makeup?” She quested her husband, fixing her hair.
“You look wonderful, so just go get dressed.”
“Thank you, I promise I’ll be back in a second.” Her voice trailed off as she went up the steps to their room.
“I can’t believe she forgot,” Jungkook’s dad chuckled, “Between her work schedule, maintaining the house, and keeping us fed—I’ll never know how she keeps herself together. I guess it’s just something that makes me love her even more,”
Jungkook looked at you and smiled sweetly, “So you’ll be out?” He turned to his dad.
“Yeah, I’m not sure when we’ll come back. Behave yourself, and do not make a mess you aren’t going to clean up. You’re already cleaning up for your mom, so don’t add anything else for yourselves.”
“Yes, dad.” Jungkook obliged, getting plates.
“I expect a clean house when we get back,” He walked towards the front door, “It’s not for me, it’s for your mother.” He said before walking out.
“Okay, I don’t know how I look-Where’s your dad?” Jungkook’s mom came down the stairs while she put her earrings on.
“He’s starting up the car,” Jungkook opened the pizza box, “Have fun. We’ll clean after we eat; love you.”
“Ah, thank you.” She put her other earring on, “I love you, too. Bye!” She waved before rushing to the car.
You grabbed your slices of pizza, and looked at Jungkook as the door slammed. “What?” He asked, mouth full of fries.
“Wanna play video games?”
About an hour an a half went by: you two ate, played video games, and cleaned. It’s about 9:00 now, and you headed back to Jungkook’s room. “Hey can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Have you ever..” You did a rolling motion with your hand, “You know..” You looked at his puzzled face, “Have you ever had sex?”
“Sex?” He choked on his drink, “No, why?”
“Just wondering..” You traced circles on his thigh, “A lot of people in our class have, and are not afraid to brag or speak about it.”
“Have you?” He set his glass down.
“No.” You admitted, “I’m kind of scared.”
“Are you?” He wrapped his arm around you, “I never really thought of you as someone to be afraid of something thrown around so lightly.”
“Even if it is thrown around lightly, it could be a big thing. Isn’t it supposed to be something nice? Well, at least your first time. I always imagined that people’s first times were always with someone who they loved, or cared for a lot.” You twiddled your thumbs, “Nothing has ever made me feel so wrong than high school. Everyone has sex with everyone, no one even loves the person they’re with, and no one stays together for long.”
“No one goes on dates anymore, there’s no such thing as loyalty, everything is rushed, and all guys want is sex—and some girls.” He continued your thought, “You just have to find the right person..”
Without a word, you put your hand higher up on his thigh. You felt his flaccid member against your hand, and kissed his cheek. “What if you’re the right person?” You breathed in his ear, kissing his neck.
“(Y/N)..” He touched your hand, “I-I don’t think we can..”
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I do..I’m just afraid, like you said.”
You continued gently kissing his neck, you bit lightly. He sucked in air sharply, clutching at your hand. “Of what?”
“I won’t be any good..” He gulped looking up, as you rubbed gently.
“It’s our first time: I won’t know what’s good, and you don’t have to worry about it.” You increased to sucking lightly, and licking.
“That’s right..” He realized. You put your leg over his, and just continued what you were doing until he intertwined your fingers and used your hand to rub his bulge through the short’s fabric. “Ah, jagi..” He groaned, focusing on the tip.
“Can I put my hand in there?” You whispered.
“It’ll feel even better,” He lifted the elastic lining from his hip bones up. Both of you watched as you slid your hand in, grabbing hold of his erection. “Oh my god..” He said in a breathy voice as you ran your thumb across the drizzling precum on his slit.
“What should I do?” You asked.
“Whatever you want, I like it.”
“Can I..” You coughed, “Suck it?”
“(Y/N), you really want to?” He sat up straight. You nodded, and he pulled his shorts down.
You watched as he sprung right up after his removal of his boxers. You felt your heart beat faster, and between your thighs heat up. “I’m not sure how, so I’ll just do my best..” You shyly said, bending over on your knees beside him.
You looked at it, as it was very close to your face now—since it was your first time looking at one, it was sort of frightening. You knew that you needed some sort of lubrication, so you spit on your hand and began pumping him. “Oh, jagi..” He held back a moan. You looked at him—his head was thrown back in pleasure and his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. You slowly put him in your mouth, reluctant at the fact you might choke. Almost instinctively, Jungkook tangled his fingers in your hair out of pleasure. He tugged on it lightly, meanwhile your head bobbed on his shaft attempting to fit all of him in. “Ah,” He groaned, pushing you down. You disconnected with a string of saliva connecting your lip to the head of his penis, “I think I might cum if you continue doing it like that,” He strung out, watching you kiss, lick, and pump him.
“No, you can’t yet.” You let him go, moving up to kiss him.
“Can I try something on you?”
“Like what?” You mumbled against his lips, still kissing them
“The same thing you did to me,” He held your waist now, trying to get confident and comfortable. “I wanna taste you..”
“I-I’m scared..” You pulled away.
“You don’t have to,” He shook his head, “We can go back to playing video games, or cuddling-”
“No!” You shook your hands, “I wanna.”
“I’m gonna sound like a broken record, but are you sure?” You nodded, biting your thumb nervously. “Please forgive me if I’m not any good,” He pecked your lips, going down to your neck. To get you in the mood, he licked your collar bone to your jawline. His kisses followed the moist trail his tongue had left, sending a current of electricity through your body. He nipped the sensitive skin, waiting for a reaction. Hovering above you, he did it again—but sucked before letting go. You quietly moaned, not being able to control your bottom half. Jungkook took more of your skin in his mouth, and did the same routine. “Can I?”
He lifted the ends of his sweater you were still wearing, “Yeah, I’ll do it.” You sat at the edge of the bed, taking it off. You unclasped your bra, and slipped it off gently. “Do you want me to take my panties off?”
“I’ll do that,” He smiled.
“Okay.” You looked over your shoulder to him, “Your shorts are still off,” You giggled, looking at him.
He covered himself while blushing a bright red, “Should I put my shorts back on?”
“Why would you?” You crawled on top of him, “They’ll just come back off.”
“(Y/N), get on the edge of the bed again.”
“Bossy?” You retorted, doing as he said.
“Please.” He finally said. It wasn’t like him to be like that, so there was no doubt he’d add something like that in. He got off, and knelt before you. “You know, I always thought about what your boobs looked like.” He licked his lips looking at them, “Now that I can see them—especially from this angle—I think you’re even more sexy.” Rising up in between your legs, he planted kisses all around your nipples. He looked up at you as he took your breast in his mouth, smiling but looking like a small child at the same time. His hand groped your other breast, kneading it roughly. It wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t sure of how light or rough he should be with you; maybe he doesn’t know his own strength? He suckled, while laying you down and bit lightly—rolling your nipple in between his teeth lightly. His fingers pinched your right nipple, and you watched as he has his eyes closed; it looked as if his life depended on it. “Are you ready?” He asked, lifted his head from your chest.
“Yeah, do you need help?” Your hands went to your shorts.
“Ah, no.” He slapped your hands away, “Why do you wear such short bottoms?” He questioned, lifting your hips up as he pulled on your shorts. “Don’t you know what it does to me?”
“No..” You breathed. His eyes seemed to become darker in some way, and his actions were far different than you’re original Jungkookie that you’ve came to love. “What does it do?” You carried it on, not wanting to let this die.
“It makes me want you more,” He threw your shorts straight down on his carpeted floor. “Now that I’m having you, I have this sick fantasy of wanting to just pound into you mercilessly.” He kissed you, “I know it’s not like me, but you make me like this. Years of wanting you, and getting to know you had all led to this moment..I know you’re lying if you said you weren’t expecting something like this too.”
“I was..” You proved his theory right, “I just hoped you’d like me too.”
“Of course I do, who wouldn’t?” His voice went back to normal.
“Never mind that, we’ll talk about it after.” You pushed it away, “Just hurry.” You pleaded.
“I’ll restrain myself,” He smiled to himself, looking down. He hooked his fingers in your panties, pulling them down as he knelt down again. He ripped them away from your ankles, and flung them across the rooming trying to make you comfortable. “I could use that as a slingshot,” He joked, kissing your inner thighs. “You sure you’re ready?” He looked up at you.
“Yes, now hurry because your parents can come home at any minute.”
“Right, right.” He sighed, sending hot hair against you. He slowly opened up your legs, looking at your core. You felt self conscious, but before you could close your legs or cover yourself, his hands were holding you open and his head was in between your thighs. He traced his tongue along from the bottom to top of your womanhood, then kissed. His tongue ran all along you, and not one inch was left untouched. You felt tingling, but vulnerable. Shaking the feeling away, you grab his hair. His hands trailed up to your bum, pulling you closer to his mouth. Looking at him was almost painful, he was slowly savoring your fluids and enjoying every second of it. The feeling was great, but his effort was heavenly. Running his tongue over your clit, you gasp and arch your back—pulling his hair. You felt a smirk against your wetness, and his focused on your extra sensitive nub. Holding the urge to make any noise and shove him even more into you, you pull him up by his chin. “What is it?” His breathing was uneven, and his lips and mouth area glistened in the light. “Oh, you wanna start?” You eagerly nodded, taking off his shirt for him to reveal his nicely toned chest and stomach. “You’re pretty tasty, you know that?” He chuckled against your stomach before kissing it.
“I wouldn’t know,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hardened member in your hand. You guided him to where your entrance is, and lined the tip with it. “Push.”
“I don’t want to hurt you..” He frowned, pushing into you painfully slow.
You held his shoulders tightly, “Ow.” You shut your eyes, digging your nails into him.
“It’s just the tip right now, we have a lot more to go jagi..” He kissed your cheek.
“Stop, stop.” You held his chest, “Don’t pull out, just stay there.”
Seeing the pained expression on your face, he kissed you lovingly. “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you—especially physically. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
“Yeah..” Your voice quivered, as you felt yourself stretching.
“We don’t have to do it again if you want after this,” He looked in your eyes, “I won’t pressure you into it, no matter how much I like it.” He buried his face in your neck, “I want you to be comfortable, and I want you to know I don’t want you just for sex-”
“Again?” He flipped his hair, “Okay, I’m gonna start going again.” He warned, pushing into you again slower than before. He watched his thick penis penetrate you even more, and bit his lip once more like earlier. “Ah..” He moaned lowly, “God, seeing me in you is so hot..”
“Okay!” You touched his chest scrunching your face up again, “It hurts.” You felt your eyes grow tears.
“No, (Y/N) please don’t cry..” He kissed your face repeatedly, “Please don’t..” He begged, “Please, jagi.. I can’t take it if you cry..” He pulled away to look at your face, “I’m gonna stop.” He said, beginning to stand up.
“No!” You pulled him back down.
“(Y/N), you’re crying..I-I don’t want to make your cry.”
“Don’t you care what I want?” You kissed his cheek, “I want this—even though it hurts. It’ll only hurt for a while, then it’ll feel much better.”
He hung his head low, “Okay.” He caved in, kissing your lips. “I’m going very, very slow.” He pushed in again.
You clutched at his skin again, “Ow..”
“No, keep pushing.” You pulled him in by his hips.
He continued watching himself disappear into you, with occasional grunts. “I-I’m all in..”
“I can feel it..” You cringed.
“Can I start? I don’t think I’ll last long,” He breathed, leaning over your body.
“Go ahead."Jungkook’s chest pressed against yours, and he supported himself with his elbows. His hips rocked backward gently, "Jungkook..” You moaned, holding his back.
“You’re so tight,” He groaned, slowly moving. “I-I need to know what you want.”
“Just keep going, maybe faster.” You hugged him, as he obeyed. He thrusted faster into you, holding your thighs now. He held so tightly you felt his nails, and he made a sound each time he entered you. It felt so good to have something fill you up, and have it be the person you wanted it to be the most since a year ago. He picked up the speed gradually, panting as his strength made the bed squeak and move rapidly. You moaned loudly, your stomach tying in knots.
“Oh my god..” He moaned, biting your neck as he slammed into you.
You tried holding onto his back, but since he was moving so much it resulted into scratching—which he didn’t complain about. “More, more!” You shouted, feeling yourself getting tighter.
“I’m almost gonna-”
“Me too.” You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him into you. Pulling him in, he got sloppier with his rhythm and his breathing got heavier. Your climax was building with every movement he made, and you looked at his face for a brief second before cumming on him. Your moans filled the room as he continued to work on his own reward for all the rubbing. His eyebrows were knitted together and his lips separated as he stopped completely, and you felt his hot seed fill you to the brim.
You bit his lip as his eyes were still closed, and he rode out his orgasm. While your legs shake at the quickness it had endured and Jungkook’s arms gave out on him, he collapsed on top of you. “I’m glad we did it..” He breathed, kissing you. “But now I’m tired. Wanna sleep?”
“Get dressed just in case your parents will see when they come home,”
He went around the room, pulling his clothing on and throwing you yours. You dressed as well, and he turned the light off and got under the covers. Pulling you under his arm, he sighed. “If you keep being you, I think I’ll love you—I mean, I’m already starting to even before that.”
“Pretty soon we’ll be those annoying couples, won’t we?” You rested your head in his chest.
“Probably, but at least we’ll love each other.” He kissed the top of your head, “Now go to sleep, jagi.”
You yawned, sinking into him and under the blankets feeling closer to him than you ever have.
The oldest suggestions of an ordered system of measurements go back to the ancient Babylonians, who developed methods of land surveying embodying calculations of the area of simple geometric figures bounded by straight lines and area of circles. This reflected in the name “geometry”, whose literal meaning is Earth measuring.
The assumption of Babylonian astronomers that the year had 360 days is very likely the origin of our system of measuring angles in degrees; the fact that the angles of equilateral triangles are 60 degrees may explain, in part, the hexadecimal method of counting. The Babylonians laid the first foundations of the science of geometry by their purposeful study of the properties of circles. ( the image - a replica from the British museum of a Babylonian ‘math text book’ that depicts the Pythagorean theorem thousands of years before the time of Pythagoras)
Unlike the Egyptians, whose interest in geometry lay exclusively in the practical considerations of land measurement the Greeks devoted their energies to a systematic study of geometrical figures and their properties to establish a new science. Greatest among ancient Greek scientists were Plato and his pupil Aristotle. Other ancient scientists are Eudoxus (theory of proportion and the invention of the method of exhaustion to find approximate areas and volumes of curvilinear forms and shapes - a forerunner of integral calculus), Euclid, Achimedes and many more.
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He was sleeping soundly in your bed when he went to reach
over for you and felt your side of the bed empty. He left the room and found
you seated on the couch in your living room. There were papers scattered all
around you and you had three text books opened; two on either sides of you and
one on your lap. He was confused for a long moment. He glanced at the clock on
the wall with tired eyes and saw 3:22 shinning in vibrant red.
He looked back at you and heard you grunt in frustration. He
had come over to help you study for your exams, but last time he checked, you
were curling up beside him in bed 4 hours ago. You had been stressing over the upcoming
exam. He slowly walked over to you and heard you quietly sobbing as you flipped
through your math text book. He would lightly place his hand on your shoulders
and give you a sweet back massage. “Baobie, come to bed. You learned everything
that there is to learn. I will help you in the morning. I promise.” He whispered as he took your hand.
He led you back to the bed and comforted you while you
stopped crying. Once you were calm, he would give you a kiss on the forehead
and watch as you fall asleep. He would hold you close and only fall asleep once
he is sure that you aren’t going to wake up again.
Xiumin came home late from a performance, expecting to find
you asleep already. To his surprise, he found you lying on the floor with your
text book beside you, your notebook thrown across the room, and your note cards
covering almost every inch of the floor. “(Y/N)?” He asked quietly as he
approached you. He was very hesitant when he heard you crying. He would lightly
place his hand on yours and hold it up to his lips; planting a sweet kiss on
the back of it.
You would look up at him and try to calm down. Once you were
able to talk, you would explain to him what was wrong. “It’s this exam. I have
it tomorrow n can’t understand any of these stupid notes.” You would say as
tears began to form again. He would pick you up in his arms and cradle you
against his chest. “It’s okay, jagi, I am here and I can help you study for the
next hour. But right after that you need to go to sleep.”
You could feel your body relax as you felt your boyfriend’s
sweet touch. He would help you collect all of your note cards and take you to the
room to study. You would sit on the bed between his legs so your back was
against his chest. He would cuddle close to you as he tested you with the
“Wow, I didn’t think I was dating a vampire.” He would joke as
he saw you come into the kitchen with your hood up and bags under your eyes. It
would be early in the morning and he knew that you were stressed out over your
upcoming midterm. You knew he was just joking around, but you couldn’t help
snapping at him. You yelled at him to leave you alone before you break up with
him. He would mockingly look pained, but when you turned away from him in
annoyance, he would grab you from behind.
“Aw, jagi, please don’t be like this. When was the last time
you slept?” He asked as he held you against him. You would admit that you hadn’t
slept since the night before and he would shake his head. “No, no, no, you are
not allowed to do that. You are going to bed right now young lady. The moment
you wake up, I will make you something to eat and then we will study all of
your notes and read through your text books until you are able to teach me
everything.” He would say as he drags you to the room.
You would try to get up, insisting that you have to go
study, but he would hold you closer. “Nope, you are not allowed to leave,
jagiya. You are forced to stay with me here until you are able to put up with
my teasing.” You would chuckle at this and find it impossible to fight him any