then they get their degree and complain when no one will hire them

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 3 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

          “I don’t understand why I have to do what you want me to do when I don’t want to do it.” Jungkook huffed. “We’ve been through this already. I already went to school for business and hated it, but you told me you’d leave me alone if I graduated with that degree. Now you’ve been sticking me here and there to become CEO or something or other.”

           "Son, your mom and I just want you to have a stable and safe job.“

           "Yeah, but it’s not making me happy. Sitting down, staring at papers with a bunch of numbers, talking to people all day about money matters and such…it’s not me. I understand where you and mom are coming from…but I want to be and am a cop.”

           "Last one, Jungkook. Just go to this company, check it out, and try to actually do the work. Please. If it’s really not where you want to be, I’ll accept that, but I want you to try to get hands on experience. It’s different than learning in school, you might enjoy it.“

           Jungkook exhaled. "How is this different than any of the other companies you tried to stick me in?”

           "Well one of the CEOs in this company worked on the merger of our company with theirs, and from the Chairman’s grandson, CEO Min, I’ve heard that that same CEO has a bit of an edge, like you do. I figured you disliked all the upstanding CEOs I’ve had you meet before, so maybe you’d actually get along with this one.“ Jungkook’s father pleaded. "Please, just go meet them. I have a good feeling about this branch.”

           Jungkook shut his eyes, “Alright. But this is the last one. I’m only going to go meet the CEOs and check out the company. If I don’t like them, that’s it.”

           "Fine. But if you like them, please give it a shot. I just don’t want you to miss an opportunity because you misjudged the business world.“

           "You say ‘stable’ job…but look at where our company is.” Jungkook sighed.

           "It’s progress and advancement. A long term investment.“

           "Alright, I’ll give it a shot. But don’t send anyone unnecessary to accompany me. I’ll be there.” Jungkook huffed.

           The next day, however, he groaned as he found that his father had hired someone to take him to the building, regardless of his warning.

           "He never listens to me.“ Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he tightened his tie, and headed out of his apartment.

           When he stepped foot into the company building, he was surprised to find that he had arrived earlier than any of the workers.

           "Huh. Late start? Alright…not bad.” he hummed as he positioned himself inside an empty room that had a good view of the entrance into the office.

           He yawned as he glanced at his watch. He would wait an hour at most then tell his father that he had tried to make this company work, but he didn’t like it. Suddenly though, a familiar voice snapped his eyes up towards the little window of the door.

           "I swear Hoseok. If it’s a dude, they could care less about having a crappy bouquet of flowers!“ Jimin complained.

           "I like flowers!” Hoseok frowned. “The flowers are for me! Leave them alone! What did they do to you?”

           "I’m just saying, don’t be so uptight just cause some hotshot is coming to visit us. We are the Seoul branch, one of the best in the company. Just be natural cause then they might think we’re doing something illegal.“ Jimin explained.

           "The only thing illegal here is you, Jimin.” Hoseok wagged his finger.

           Jimin snorted. “What does that even mean? Am I illegal cause I’m just so damn handsome and attractive? Oh come on, Hoseok. Jealousy is unbecoming.”

           "Why, you little–“

           "Mr. Jung, Mr. Park. Good morning.”

           Jungkook choked on his water as you appeared behind the two.  

           "Y/N! My beautiful little intern!“ Jimin outstretched his arms welcomingly, but you walked around him nonchalantly.

           "Thank you, Mr. Park.”

           Hoseok cackled and stuck his tongue out at Jimin, who was pouting at your rejection of his affection.

           "Did my girlfriend say anything when you picked up coffee from her?“ Jimin jumped next to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. "I made her breakfast this morning!”

           "Nothing out of the usual.“ You shrugged then paused, making Jimin perk up expectantly. "Oh she did say to make sure you behave today. But then again, when do you behave?”

           Jungkook chuckled at your comment and was amused at your natural interaction with the two. To think that you and Red Mask of all people would work at the same company branch, the same branch that was going to be his ticket to freedom from his parents’ constant nagging. He grinned as a brilliant plan formed inside his mind.

           Turning around to his father’s hired assistant, he beckoned him closer, “Come here, I’m going to give you very detailed instructions for my grand entrance.”

           And so, Jungkook found himself beaming happily at yours and Jimin’s stunned expressions as he stood before you two.

           "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all.“

           "You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jimin laughed. “Jungkook?! What?”

           Jungkook giggled. “Hyung!”

           "Jungkook!“ Jimin lunged at the younger man warmly.

           You, Hoseok, and Silver glanced at each other in confusion.

           "Oh, I know Jungkook from my other job.” Jimin winked at Hoseok, and that vague comment seemed to have turned a light bulb on in Hoseok and Silver’s minds because they both went, “Oh. Ohhhhh!”.

           All the while you remained puzzled at this mysterious connection that Jungkook, the cop, had to one of your bosses.

           "Okay, how about we step into our office and we can discuss your position and such?“ Jimin gestured towards the office door. "Y/N, come too.”

           Jungkook smiled shyly and bowed towards you. “Hello.”

           "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were following me.“ You chuckled.

           Jungkook blushed. "Wh-what…”

           You raised an eyebrow at his change of personality again. “I hope the 2 gallons of milk you carried home were sufficient for you.”

           "Oh.“ he laughed nervously. "Y-yeah. It was good.”

           You chuckled then spotted Jimin eye-ing the two of you with a creepy grin on his face.

           "Mr. Park, stop being creepy.“ You rolled your eyes and opened his office door.

           Jimin laughed. "Sorry, I just didn’t know you two knew each other.”

           "And I, you.“ You shrugged as you sat on top of Jimin’s desk whimsically.

           "How do you know each other?” Jimin urged. “Is he that one you’re –”

           "He’s the cop that told me I didn’t have any appeal.“ You answered bluntly.

           Jungkook choked on his own saliva at the comment, while Jimin and Hoseok’s eyes widened.

           "Him??” Jimin pointed then glanced at Jungkook. “He said WHAT?”          

           Jungkook looked away from Jimin sheepishly.

           After staring at Jungkook curiously for a few seconds, Jimin chuckled. “Alright then, I believe official introductions are in order. I’m CEO Park Jimin of the Seoul branch.”

           "I’m CEO Jung Hoseok.“ Hoseok smiled in his chair, while Jimin leaned against Hoseok’s table.

           "I’m their intern, Y/N.” You waved coolly from Jimin’s desk on the other side.

           Jungkook bowed and handed Jimin a folder. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Please take care of me.”

           "That goes to Y/N.“ Jimin pointed playfully.

           You rolled your eyes. "No it doesn’t, Mr. Park.”

           Jungkook stood awkwardly in the middle, unsure of whom to give the folder to.

           Hoseok sighed and outstretched his hand. “Sorry about that. I’m the more level headed one around here. I’ll take a look at your papers.”

           "Except when he’s hungry. He’s like the Hulk.“ Jimin whispered.

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Well you had decent grades in business school and graduated with a degree from a great university. Plus you’re the heir of a pretty well-known brand name company. I don’t see how we can turn you down.” Hoseok smiled as he sifted through the papers. “It says here that your father wants you to start at the intern level?”

           "Oh, well you see. When I graduated, I became a cop.“ Jungkook chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. "He wants me to start from the fundamentals and give business a chance.”

           "I heard you gave other companies trouble, punk.“ Jimin cackled.

           "Well you know I’m a bit hard to tame.” Jungkook bantered.

           "Heyy.“ Jimin grinned and they bumped their fists together happily.

           Hoseok cleared his throat and glared at Jimin. "Well, I’m honored you chose our company to cooperate with.”  

           "As soon as I saw Jimin–uh sorry, Mr. Park– I knew it was a good company.“

           Jimin pushed Jungkook. "Oh stop… Keep complimenting me.”

           You and Hoseok rolled your eyes.

           "Please don’t feed his ego, Jungkook.“ You commented and you saw him flinch a little, as if he had forgotten you were in the room.

           "Anyways, since you’ll be an intern with us from now on, Y/N can show you the cubicle you two will be in. She’ll give you a little orientation and show you how to do some of the tasks she’s in charge of.” Hoseok instructed.

           Jungkook nodded as you hopped off Jimin’s desk.

           "I’ll tidy his cubicle up a bit then. Carry on.“

           As soon as you stepped out of the room, Jungkook visibly relaxed. Jimin caught his diffused tension and his mind began brewing with plots and plans for the two of you. He had found his new source of entertainment in his workplace.

           "Oh!” Jimin clapped his hands and pointed towards Hoseok. “Now that we’re alone, I can officially introduce you. This was my partner in crime back in the day, Black Mask J-Hope.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gasped. Suddenly, he rushed towards Hoseok and shook his hand fervently.

           "Oh my goodness! You’re one of the Masquerade legends!! The gentleman personas look up to you so much! No one knows about the woman who locked you down though so we’re all curious! I’m so happy to be working under both of you. This is such a dream come true! I’ve always wanted to meet the man who kept on par with Red Mask.“

           Hoseok fought back a smile, but to no avail. He scoffed lightly then ended up grinning widely. "Oh well, you know. He’s the one that had to keep up with me.”

           "No way, you graduated earlier than I did!“ Jimin complained.

           Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door.

           "Yes?” Jimin called out.

           "You done? We have a meeting to go to.“ Silver called out.

           "That’s his girlfriend.” Jimin elbowed Jungkook and winked. “And the only woman to have shared two legends at Masquerade.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened in awe even more.

           "But sadly, she doesn’t dress as sexily anymore.“ Jimin sighed. "Such a shame.”

           Hoseok smacked him in the back of the head. “That’s my girlfriend. She doesn’t need to dress like that, since she’s beautiful regardless.”

           Jimin gagged at the comment as Hoseok opened the door. Jungkook smiled as he watched Hoseok ruffle Silver’s hair playfully.

           "So you and Y/N, huh?“ Jimin raised his eyebrows suggestively.

           Jungkook turned red and waved his hands. "Oh no no. Definitely not.”

           Jimin smirked. “You know, my young grasshopper, when guys say someone has no appeal that usually means they were so appealing that the guy just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.”

           "She couldn’t act cute or anything! She argued with me about my judgment!“ Jungkook complained. "There’s no way.”

           "Maybe that’s what you’re into.“ Jimin winked. "Rule #7: Do you before you do them.”

           Jungkook blushed and recited softly, “Know your own kinks and how to get yourself off before you try to get off other people.”

           "Good boy.“ Jimin cooed and patted his head. "Now, make a left and you’ll see Y/N at the first cubicle. She’ll teach you a few things.”

           Jimin slapped Jungkook’s butt before exiting the room. “Welcome to the team, Jungkook.”

           Jungkook smiled, “Good to be learning from you again, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin smirked and disappeared.

           You were standing on your wheelie chair, trying to put away old binders at the very top shelf when Jungkook stepped into view. You were bending down with your skirt and spotted him hurriedly turn around.

           You chuckled. “Was that appealing to you, Mr. Jeon?”

           "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ he muttered, averting his eyes upwards.

           You tried to step off the wheelchair, but it was a bit unsteady so you faltered. In no time though, Jungkook was in front of you, lifting you up by your waist with ease so that your feet were no longer touching the chair. You two blinked at each other in surprise. Very slowly, he put you back down on the ground then took three steps away from you.

           "Thanks.” You smiled nonchalantly.

           "No problem.“ Jungkook mumbled.

           "Okay, anyway. We have the largest cubicle in the office because it fits two people back to back. So here’s your space behind me. That’s your desktop. You’re welcome to decorate it with pictures of family, your pets, your girlfriend–”

           "I don’t have a girlfriend.“ Jungkook blurted out.

           You blinked, a bit flustered. "Oh, okay. Well um – well anyway, you can decorate however you want.”

           Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

           You coughed to regain your composure. “Things are pretty lax here. As you probably saw, we trickle in whenever we want as long as we get our work done and get our 40 hours a week. All workers here are split up under Mr. Jung and Mr. Park just for checking in and management purposes. Those under Mr. Park are held on very, very loose reigns so their schedules are flexible and he’s only concerned about the quality of their work and the positive results. Things such as time constraints and a constant schedule isn’t his priority. While those under Mr. Jung’s care usually do have to report to him if they are going to be working less hours a certain day and what they are projected to complete by a certain date. He likes to know things ahead of time so he can set realistic expectations and make sure everything’s running smoothly.”

           Jungkook smiled. “Which are you under?”

           "I’m under both.“ You chuckled. "I think you’ll be the same as well. I typically follow Mr. Jung in the mornings and Mr. Park in the afternoons. I’m not sure what their plans are for you just yet, seeing as how you were a bit…unexpected?”

           Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, this was unexpected for me too.”

           "Well, I look forward to working with you too.“ You extended your hand out.

           Jungkook stared at it widely. "Um, yeah. You too.”

           He shook your hand lightly.

           "You aren’t going to fracture my hand. You can grip it a bit tighter.“ You laughed.

           "Oh, right.” he laughed nervously and squeezed your hand.

           "Ow!“ You winced and he panicked.

           "I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I’m just kidding.”

           Jungkook exhaled. “You’re really something.”

           You grinned. “I enjoy learning, so people say I’m a walking encyclopedia at times, but since your comment, I’ve been trying to develop some charming points.”

           Jungkook glanced at you amused.

           "Still not working?“ You questioned.

           He scrunched his face playfully and shook his head.

           "Well, life’s a process.” You shrugged. “Let’s go get your ID for now. You need to scan that ID when you’re walking around the building. Don’t lose it, and don’t get caught not wearing it.”

           "By who?“

           "By Mr. Park. He likes to taunt workers who forget their IDs and he doesn’t help them get back in.”

           Jungkook snorted. “I could see that.”

           "Right here.“ You pointed, your arm crossing in front of his body. He froze where he was so your arm didn’t touch him. You looked at him curiously then stepped into the room first. "Good morning! I have a new intern here with me who needs an ID.”

           The woman behind the desk perked up when her eyes landed on Jungkook. She pulled the phone away from her ear. “Well helloooo~ ” Then she rushed. “Hold on honey, I’m going to have to call you back, Adonis just stepped into my office.”

           Jungkook bowed shyly. The woman stood up and grabbed his shoulders aggressively.

           "Wow, muscular, tall, chiseled jaw…damn.“ she whispered. "You single?”

           "He says he has no girlfriend.“ You chimed in.

           Jungkook glared at you and you shrugged, enjoying his visible discomfort.

           "What’s your name, hot stuff?”

           "Jeon Jungkook.“

           "Like this?” The woman turned her desktop screen so he could check her spelling.


           "Okay, stand right over there behind the white screen and give me your most charming smile.” she instructed.

           "Um sure…“ Jungkook awkwardly walked over and posed stiffly.

           "Ooo boy, you could be a model or something. Damn, I want to print this on poster paper and hang it up in my office.”

           Jungkook laughed nervously.

           "You like?“ the woman showed him his new ID photo and he nodded.

           "Printing. You lookin’ for a girlfriend, Jungkook?” she questioned.

           "Uh no not at the moment.“ he answered timidly.

           "Well call me if you are. I’m available.” she winked.

           "Oh haha.“ Jungkook smiled wryly and stepped back a little.

           "Here’s your badge.”

           "Thank you.“

           "See ya later!” You waved, highly amused by what you had witnessed.

           "Stop by often, Jungkook!“

           Jungkook bowed and shuffled away, closer to you.

           "Most women here are looking for a little bit of action, so you’ll get a lot of that.” You stated. “Back in the day they pined after Mr. Park, but then his girlfriend came to surprise him one day and they all knew it was game over. But I guess you already know she’s very beautiful. Anyway, seeing as how you’re the first attractive single man we’ve had in awhile, they’ll be attacking you.”

           Jungkook perked up. “You think I’m attractive?”

           You ignored his question, trying not to look flustered by your slip of tongue, and continued walking, pointing out where places were in the building and in the office, until you both were finally back to your cubicle.

           "Well that’s it for the tour. You’ll get lost often, but don’t hesitate to ask me to lead you around.“ You smiled. "Now have a seat and I’ll show you how to log in to the system.”

           Jungkook nodded and sat in his wheelie chair. You hovered over his shoulder, leaning close to him, and he tensed up.

           "Silver, that’s the secretary and Mr. Jung’s girlfriend, already put your name in the system. So when you first come in, type in your username which is 'JeonJ’. Temp password is password1.“ You instructed.

           Jungkook felt himself inching away as much as he could from your proximity. You were too close and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. You misinterpreted his hesitancy though and moved behind him.

           "Here, let me show you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and started typing on the keyboard.

           He straightened up so that your chest wasn’t touching his back, but your face was still close to his. His heart was racing and he felt himself sweating instantaneously.

           Suddenly, the sound of slow clapping broke you two apart. Curiously, you both turned to find Jimin grinning widely in front of your cubicle.

           "I like what I’m seeing here. Good job making moves first, Y/N.“

           You rolled your eyes. "I’m helping him log in.”

           "Logging in is how everything starts.“ Jimin smirked wittily.

           "Oh dear.” You exhaled and turned to Jungkook. “Was he also like this in your other job?”

           "Yeah.“ Jungkook smiled, feeling refreshed now that you were a good distance from him.

           "Consistency is key.” Jimin chuckled. “Hoseok needs you Y/N, so I’ll take over his training for now.”

           "Sure thing.“ You nodded, grabbing the pile of papers on your desk and making your way to the office.

           When you disappeared, Jimin smacked Jungkook’s arm. "Why do you look like a mannequin with permanently glued terrified eyeballs? Your charisma is working even outside the Club! Rejoice!”

           Jungkook groaned. “I don’t want it to work outside of the Club.”

           Jimin shook his head. “Oh Jungkook. What am I going to do with you?”

           "Just tell me how to do my work, hyung.“ Jungkook sighed grumpily.

           "Hey.” You tapped Jungkook’s shoulders since he had earphones in while he was entering data.

           He flinched and spun around, surprised. “Y-yes?”

           "Lunch time. Want me to show you the cafeteria?“

           "Oh. Yes, please.” Jungkook pulled out his earphones and put his desktop on sleep.

           "Some people go to the rooftop for lunch, but most stay in the canteen. I’ll show you both and you can choose whichever you prefer.“

           "Where do you usually eat?” Jungkook asked.

           "Mmm the rooftop if it’s not occupied.“ You chuckled.


           "Well…you know…people use it to do things in between or during breaks.“ You shrugged.

           Jungkook blushed. "Oh… have you…ever…”

           You glanced at him. “Do you want to?”

           "I didn’t mean us! I didn’t–“

           You chuckled. "I’m joking, Jungkook.”

           "Oh, right.“

           "Guess I still need to work on my humor. Maybe it’s cause I’m girl, it’s less funny.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked ahead.

           Jungkook chuckled as he followed you.

           That weekend, you grinned widely as you found yourself entering the cafe and luckily, there was no line. There was only one tall gentleman in front of you who was amiably conversing with the Receptionist. Probably another one of the regulars.

           "Oh, let me take your order. I didn’t even see you there!“ the Receptionist soon noticed you and beamed.

           The man stepped to the side politely and you came up to the cash register.

           "The usual weekend drink?” she grinned.

           "Yes please.“

           "How are you today, Y/N?”


           "You’re not working today right?”

           "No, just up and about.“ You smiled.

           "Good. I know you work too much.” The Receptionist chuckled. “Will it be cash or card today?”

           "I’ll pay for her drink.“

           Suddenly, the man who was standing beside you extended his arm and handed the Receptionist her card. Your eyes widened, immediately recognizing the voice. Glancing to your side, you locked eyes with him.

           "Long time, no see, Y/N.”

           "Namjoon.“ You smiled.

           "You two know each other?” The Receptionist took his card and swiped it.

           "Oh wait! No, I can –“ You panicked, but Namjoon placed his hand on top of your head gently.

           "Don’t worry, Y/N. Think of it as a reunion gift.” he chuckled.

           You exhaled and looked up at him. “I can’t believe you’re here! Wait- why’re you here?”

           "I’m traveling around again, but I needed to check on a few things in the area, so I’m staying here for awhile.“

           The Receptionist grinned and handed him his card. "Here you go, Joon.”

           "Thanks.“ Then he turned to you with a warm smile. "If you’re not busy…do you want to grab a seat and catch up?”

           You perked up and nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’d like that.”

           "Great.“ he chuckled then gestured with his head. "Let’s go?”

           You giggled as you watched him lead the way to a free corner, bumping into tables and chairs clumsily on the way there.

           "Still don’t know your body too well, huh?“ You teased as he finally sat down by the window.

           "I’m working on it.” he grinned then leaned his cheek into his palm cutely. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t expect you to turn up here of all places.”

           You giggled. “I’m finishing up school here and I have an internship with a nearby company.”

           "Oh? Where?“

           "Just down the street.” You pointed to your clearly visible building with the company name at the top. “You’ve probably heard of it.”

           Namjoon chuckled, “A bit. I didn’t know they took interns.”

           You shrugged, “Me neither.”

           "Namjoon. Y/N. Order’s up!“

           Namjoon stood up hurriedly, knocking down his chair in the process. You laughed and waved your hand.

           "Please, stay seated for the good of this cafe.” You teased. “I’ll go get our orders.”

           "No, I can’t have a lady get the drinks. They should wait for the man to do it.“

           You smiled warmly, "Since when have I been a lady like that?”

           Namjoon chuckled as you hurried off to grab the drinks. Upon your return, you spotted that his attention had been drawn outside the window. His eyes were glazed over, signaling that he was already deep in thought; a look that you had seen many times before. And so, you quietly placed the drinks down and took a glance outside too, waiting for him to finish his process.

           "Oh sorry! I’m being rude.“ he flustered.

           You smiled and shook your head. "I’m used to it. I used to sit in silence with you all the time, remember?”

           He nodded. “Of course I remember. I enjoyed those moments. Do you still read often?”

           "Not since I started my internship. Unless you count textbooks…which I don’t.“ You hummed. "But I really would like to go back to it, once I adjust really well to my workload.”

           "There’s a really nice little hidden bookstore that I found the other day. I’ll show you it one day.“

           You blushed. "I’d like that. How long will you be in this place for?”

           "Hmm it depends on a few things. Now that I know you’re here too, I might stay a bit longer.“ he grinned.

           You smiled shyly.

           "You’ve definitely grown up, Y/N.”

           You could feel Namjoon’s lingering gaze on you, and you would be lying if your heart didn’t flutter at the feeling that he might be finding you attractive at the moment.

           "Well it’s been a few years since we last saw each other.“

           "That’s true. You’re working now and a university student. Wahhh…” he marveled. “In Seoul no less.”

           "How long exactly can you travel for? Have you been traveling this whole time?“ You chuckled. "Do you even work?”

           Namjoon laughed, “Well when I saw you, that was a spontaneous 2 week of PTO to get away, but now I’m travelling around for longer before I settle into a really big job.”  

            “Congratulations.” You grinned. “Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll be fantastic at it.”

           "You flatter me.“ Namjoon took a sip to hide his smile, but you knew better. You knew his face read that he was grateful and shy about your compliment.

           But what you weren’t sure about, what you were never sure about was how long he would be in front of you. So you decided to seize the moment.

           "Want to come take a look at my apartment?” You questioned nonchalantly. “I can cook dinner for us.”

           His eyes widened, probably not expecting that invitation in the least. “I wouldn’t be intruding?”

           You laughed, “I live by myself. You wouldn’t be.”

           "Anybody you should ask permission to first?“

           "If that’s your way of asking if I have a boyfriend, my answer is that I don’t have one.” You smiled.

           "Good.“ Namjoon genuinely smiled and you found yourself melting at the way he looked so happy to hear that you were single. But you had to pop your own bubble to bring yourself back to reality. This didn’t mean he liked you in any way, shape, or form.

           "You still don’t drive right?” You giggled when he immediately looked sheepish. “For the good of the nation?”

           "Yeah, I still don’t drive…“

           "Good. I brought my car so I’ll drive you around.” You grinned.

           "Oh? You even drive now. Wahhh…you’ve become a grown woman, Y/N. I’m impressed.“

           "I’ve always been a mature woman, Kim Namjoon.” You flirtatiously smirked as you stood up.

           "I’ll be in your care today then Y/N.“ he bowed playfully and followed you out.

           In the car, you let Namjoon chat away while you drove. He put on his music and talked about which ones he liked and which ones he didn’t. He discussed places he had been to since you had last seen each other, and what books he had been reading lately. He also had taken up learning a few languages in his leisure.

           As always, Namjoon was someone you aspired to be. Intelligent, constantly curious, constantly improving and evolving, constantly seeing the world as a bundle of opportunity for learning experiences. Something more than a place to live, to make money, to build relationships.

           No, he didn’t just merely exist in the realm of society, carried off by the crowd. He walked in every possible direction on the sidewalk to figure out why it was that people naturally created two lanes. Why did it have to be veer to your right if you’re walking in one direction? What would happen if someone defied that standard? How would people react?

           He lived. He was the living embodiment of someone who worked hard to live and actually lived.

           While many worked to live, most spent their time pushing living their lives to that concept of "later”. You’ve heard countless people say “I’ll save that money for that trip I want to go to, later.”; “Later in my life, I’ll be more free so that I can use my money how I want to.”, etc. But what many failed to understand is that this “later” they always continued to refer to, wasn’t a destination, it wasn’t even a real time; it is a perpetually elusive concept, because when “later” comes, it isn’t “later” at that point in time, it has already become “the now”, “the present”, and in a blink of an eye, it becomes “the past”. This construct of “later”, it only exists in our mindsets; it is a place holder of a millisecond of time that gives us something to work towards. But if not clearly defined by the constraints of month, date, and year, it disappears into the abyss, never to come to fruition.

           Namjoon seized the moments. If he wanted to go some place to see how the sky looked in that location, he would hop on a train that weekend and go see it. With him, the possibilities of life were endless. The only thing constricting and containing us inside a box is ourselves, our fear of taking risks, our fear of being disappointed. But if we took each hit in stride, taking it as if it was an experience that happened for a reason, then those expectations and fears would dissipate. If you expect to learn and experience things each morning, no matter what shape or form they took, you would never feel disappointed in your life.

           That was Namjoon. Deep, philosophical, unique. With a beautiful mind that opened your eyes to the wonders of the world. It made you feel small yet so empowered at the same time.

           "Y/N. What’re you thinking about?“ his deep voice reverberated in your mind and sent chills down your spine, pulling you out of your thoughts.

           "Sorry.” You smiled shyly. “Just how coincidental it was that we bumped into each other…and how I missed hearing about your thoughts.”

           He grinned brightly. “You’re still as candid as ever.”

           "No point in being anything else but.“ You shrugged.

           "I like that about you though.” he complimented.

           You blushed.

           "And I don’t think it was coincidental.“ he hummed. "I think something like this was the work of fate.”

           And just like that, you were pulled back into his gravity, like you had been so many years ago.

           You shyly allowed Namjoon to step into your apartment, silently praising yourself for cleaning up the night before, just because. Was that fate as well? You shook your head before you fell deeper into your thoughts again.

           "Are you craving anything?“

           "I eat whatever.” Namjoon shrugged.

           "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll start cooking.“

           "You sure you don’t need my help?” He followed you into the kitchen and gently touched your waist. “I can at least wash the ingredients without breaking them.”

           You giggled to cover up how strongly your heart was hammering in your chest at his light touch. “Alright then. It’s a big task, but I’m entrusting it to you.”

           "Yes, ma'am.“ Namjoon grinned.

           "So…Jungkook is actually rich too…the heir of a BIG company…and he is now YOUR intern?” The Receptionist gawked at Jimin.

           "Yeah. Exactly.“

           "And Jungkook knows Y/N too because he pulled her over and bumped into her a couple of times around town?” The Receptionist stared at her boyfriend. “And also…”

           "Also?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow.

           She shook her head, "No, never mind. It’s just crazy how connected everyone is.”


           "It’s nothing.” she smiled.

           "Oh come on! Stop keeping all the secrets! I won’t tell anyone!“

           She rolled her eyes. "No. We’ve been through this. You always tell Hoseok who then tells Silver and then at that point, I’m breaking my contract of keeping privacy. I’m not losing my job just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

           "But Hoseok isn’t just anyone!“ Jimin complained.

           "Exactly why I’m just keeping my mouth shut. Now go do dishes! I have to get ready for my Burlesque performance.”

           "Come home with your costume again.“ Jimin smirked then kissed her on cheek as he took the dishes away from the table.

           "I’ll just surprise you with what I come home wearing.” she winked. “Or not wearing.”

           Jimin chuckled, “Oh goodness. Keep talking like that and you won’t make it to your show tonight.”

           "Why? Have I been a…bad girl?“ She smirked as she hugged him from behind while he started washing the dishes.

           Jimin splashed soapy water on her face playfully. "Go get ready for your show. I’ll deal with your antics later tonight.”

           "You’re no fun.“ She teased.

           "You won’t be saying that later.” Jimin cocked an eyebrow up.

           "We’ll see ~“ his girlfriend hummed as she disappeared into their bedroom.

           "Thanks for the meal. Wahh…” Namjoon clapped. “That was fantastic.”

           You grinned, watching him with admiration. “Probably cause you lack culinary skills and have to eat out all that time.”

           Namjoon huffed. “Not everyone can be perfect. I’m good at a lot of other things. Other than cooking and driving…I’m eclectic!”

           "And walking apparently.“ You teased.

           "Well, that…things just get in my way.” he chuckled.

           You giggled then paused. “Did you just say you were eclectic?”

           Namjoon blinked. “Yeah?”

           "Stay still for a sec.“ You leaned over the table and pulled down his shirt to stare at his collar bones and neck.

           "Um Y/N…what’re you doing?”

           Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m so dumb.”


           You laughed, "Can I ask you something?”

           "Sure. If you stop staring at my neck…“ Namjoon tilted his head.

           You pulled your hand away and sat back down. "Have you heard of Club Masquerade?”


           You smiled and bluntly asked, "Are you Mon?”

           There was a few minutes of silence as the two of you stared at each other. He was probably trying to figure out how you had come to that conclusion, while you were waiting for him to reply.

           "And if I say I am?“ he finally stated.

           You chuckled, "It seems you’ve met your only client in person.”

           Namjoon blinked then gasped, finally recognizing your voice from the Club.

           "I thought your voice was just familiar because we’ve known each other.“ he covered his mouth with his hand. "Oh…wow.”

           You two awkwardly looked around the apartment.

           "So…“ you started. "I do have to commend you on your um…prowess in that area.”

           Namjoon coughed, “Thanks.”

           "What were you doing there though?“ You questioned.

           "I was dropping off trials of a new product for the Club. It’s a chip that can be installed into the host’s masks to alter their voices. I actually used it on you…so how did you figure out…” he scratched his head.

           "Your neck moles.“ You blushed, hoping he didn’t find you creepy. "Plus your voice was similar the very first time I met you…you probably didn’t implant the chip when we first met right? Plus you didn’t alter your voice too much the second time.”

           "Well, I didn’t want you thinking I was a completely different person.“ Namjoon chuckled. "Wow. This is crazy. You’ve always been sharp.”

           You grinned. “Well I guess I’m glad it was you.”

           Namjoon glanced your way and you two locked eyes. He smiled.

           "I’m glad it was you too.“

           You two ended up catching up the rest of the day. You told him about your university and any stories of back home that you could recall. He showed you pictures on his phone of his travels and where he would like to go next. It wasn’t until the sun set and you two were covered in the dim darkness of the room that you two realized how late it was.

           "Oh wow. It’s this late now, huh?” Namjoon exhaled.

           "Stay over.“ You blurted out in the darkness.

           You could feel his warmth beside you on the couch. Progressively, your bodies had been inching closer and closer as the conversation continued, until your shoulders were touching.

           "Sure.” he answered lightly. “If you don’t mind me.”

           "I don’t mind at all.“ You smiled. "Let me go turn on the light.”

           "Sure. Be careful.“

           "Oh…before I do.” Your heart was beating wildly. The thought had been pestering you since Namjoon had confirmed that he was Mon. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spill your idea, but the sheer shame of him rejecting it created fear inside you.

           "What’s on your mind?“ Namjoon reached out, trying to feel out for your face.

           When he found it, your hand covered his warmly.

           "Can you…teach me?” You finally stated.

           "Teach you what?“

           "How to be good…in um…bed…and romance…dating in general.” You mumbled, but in the silence, it felt like you were screaming.


           "Cause I’d really like to learn! And well, I think logically, hands-on experience is usually best so…” You swallowed worriedly.

           Suddenly, you felt another hand cup your cheek and slowly, you felt yourself being pulled forward until your lips finally made contact with his. Your body was electrified and he kissed you fervently, enough to take your breath away.

           When you were younger, you had envisioned kissing Namjoon countless of times, but reality defied all your daydreams. His lips were soft and plush, gentle and rough alternatively. And the fact that when you opened your eyes, you weren’t staring at your ceiling or your pillows like before, but at the man himself, made it all the more fantastic. The kissing grew to be more heated, so much so that you were now pushed down on your back on your couch. Namjoon was hovering over you, never disconnecting your lips. Not until, he finally answered you with his breath ghosting over your ignited face.

           "I’ll teach you.“  

           When the new week rolled by, you returned to work and found yourself spending time training Jungkook for most of the days. It was definitely nice having company in your cubicle and splitting the work between each other. Things got done faster, plus once he got into a rhythm with his paperwork, he would hum a tune angelically. It was a nice change of pace to the silence you were always in. And soon, you brought in your own earphones too.

           "Um uh…” Jungkook hesitated as he stood behind you, trying to figure out how to get your attention. He stiffly and cautiously moved his index finger closer to your shoulder then immediately pulled back before he could touch you. With a deep breath, he tried his other hand but he still couldn’t bring himself to tap your shoulder.

           "Y/N. Jungkook!“ Jimin appeared and Jungkook immediately stumbled away from you, flustered.

           Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and you pulled your earphones out curiously.

           "Yes, Mr. Park?”

           "We’re staying overtime today so can you two pick up coffees from the cafe for me, Silver, and Hoseok. Oh, and get yourselves something too.“ Jimin handed you his card. "Oh and grab some pastries and take out while you’re out.”

           "Sure thing.“ You grabbed the card then turned to Jungkook who was still pinned to the counter nervously. "You okay?”

           He nodded. “Y-yeah…”

           "Have fun!“ Jimin winked and disappeared.

           "Did you drive or did your father’s men drive you?”

           "I drove, but I don’t want to take my car out…it’s in one of those tiny spots. It was a pain to park.“ he huffed.

           You laughed and threw him your car keys. Reflexively, he caught it with one hand, which impressed you.

           "You drive my car then. I’m feeling a bit sleepy so it’d be unsafe. Plus you know all about traffic laws and such, who knows if you’ll arrest me for speeding while I’m in the car with you.” You rambled.

           Jungkook snorted. “I’m off duty.”

           "Still a cop.“ You shrugged. "Let’s go.”

           You two hopped into your car and drove to the cafe down the street.

           "So is your unit okay with you working a different job all of a sudden?“ You questioned. You had been curious about Jungkook for awhile now since his whole situation was unique. You often wondered how he ended up being a cop when he was a company’s heir. It seemed illogical.

           "Yeah, it’s happened often since my dad’s been trying to pressure me to get into business. Plus everyone knows my background at the police academy. Everyone needs to go through a scrutinizing background check before being accepted. Can’t have past criminals being the police force.” He replied.

           "And why did you want to be a cop instead of inheriting the company?“

           "Mm…no offense, but I don’t find an office job very exciting. I’m someone who’s very physical and likes moving my body. I love doing extreme sports and challenging myself physically. It’s what excites me, and I don’t want to be bound to a desk, staring at numbers for more than half my day. It’s my life so I want to do something that makes me happy. Something that makes me enjoy waking up early and staying up at night. Being a cop is that for me.”

           You smiled at him warmly and he stepped away, a bit creeped out.

           "What? Why’re you smiling like that?“

           "No. I just didn’t think you had a sentimental and deep side.” You shrugged.

           He rolled his eyes. “You need to get over that ticket I gave you.”

           "I’m over the ticket, but your harsh words, I will probably never get over.“

           Jungkook sighed.

           "I heard you two are working together now.” The Receptionist handed them their orders. “Must be nice. I wish I worked with my close friends.”

           "You could always join the company, Noona. I’m sure hyung can pull some strings.“ Jungkook grinned.

           "No thanks. I already have one desk job, I don’t need another one.”

           "See, you understand me Noona.“

           "Oh Y/N. Joon’s over there reading if you wanted to go say hi.” The Receptionist pointed out.

           Immediately, you perked up and turned around. Sure enough, Namjoon was sitting by the window, calmly reading a book with a serious expression. Hurriedly, you scurried over to him and tapped his shoulder.


           Namjoon glanced up and grinned widely, exposing his dimples. "Y/N.”

           He studied your outfit curiously. “You look pretty. Are you working?”

           You blushed and nodded. “Yeah.”

           Jungkook appeared beside you.

           "Oh Namjoon, this is the other intern Jungkook. Jungkook, Namjoon. He’s a family friend.“

           Jungkook bowed. "Nice to meet you. And you have really strong looking thighs.”

           You and Namjoon blinked then giggled at his comment. Jungkook blushed shyly.

           "Thanks Jungkook. You’re pretty built yourself.“

           Jungkook smiled.

           "And so they’ve met in real life now too.” the Receptionist hummed as she watched the scene in front of her. “Mon, Nochu, and the client they’re sharing. Mon knows the client from the past. Nochu and the client work together, but Nochu doesn’t know Mon is Mon. Do Nochu and Mon know each other? Does the client know their identities? I wonder…”

           She grinned widely to herself.

           "Ahh this is so exciting! I can’t believe this is happening. It’s mind blowing! Too bad I can’t tell Jimin.“

           You watched in awe as Jungkook threw his arm behind your chair to reverse out of the parking spot. His dress shirt pressed against his defined chest and his face was handsomely concentrated.

           "So that guy is just your family friend?” he questioned once he got back on the road, pulling you out of your stare.

           "Uh yea.“

           "Like what you’re seeing?” Jungkook smirked. “You were staring at me before.”

           You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Just focus on driving. You’re so weird.”

           "I’m weird? You couldn’t appeal against the ticket by acting cute but when you approached this Namjoon guy you were full of cuteness and flirty-ness.“

           "Was I?” You blinked.

           "You didn’t know? Your voice got all high pitched like a dolphin shriek.“ Jungkook mimicked you. "And you were batting your eyes like you had something in them.”

           You huffed. “I was not!”

           He snorted. “Oh please. Like you could see yourself. Take my word for it. Your crush on him is so obvious.”

           "It was an old crush. I haven’t seen him in years.“ You stared out your window.

           "Well you could use this time to rekindle that flame.” Jungkook teased.

           "Sadly, there was no flame in the past to rekindle.“

           "Well, starting fresh is always good too.”

           You eyed Jungkook. “You haven’t dated a lot either, have you?”

           Jungkook tensed, “Wh-what? Of course I have! I mean look at me! I’m handsome!”

           "Nope, guess you haven’t.“ You shrugged.  

           "I’ve had plenty of girlfriends for your information. Girls lined up at my locker back in school and my whole desk was always filled with gifts. I’d have dates lined up every day of the week.”

           You stared at him skeptically. “Then why do you freak out whenever I touch you?”

           "I do not–“

           You covered his hand with yours. Hurriedly, he swerved to the side of the road in panic.

           "Don’t DO that!”

           "Do you have a phobia of girls? Or is it just me?“ You raised an eyebrow.

           "Neither! I’m fine!” Jungkook bellowed.

           "But I’ve seen you pin yourself against the wall when a female employee walks by you, and duck your head down when females approach the cubicle to ask me questions. Tell me what your problem is.“

           "I don’t have a problem! I know women like the back of my hand. I can get someone off in less than 5 minutes.”

           You stared at him intently.

           "What?“ He furrowed his brows.

            "You know, I’ve been wondering this for some time…”


           "If I say, 'Nochu’…what do you think?”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and his eyeballs whizzed around anxiously. “Wh-what?”

           "Let me ask you straightly then. Are you Nochu?“

           Jungkook’s eyes threatened to fall out of its sockets as he stared at you in shock. "Why…?”

           You exhaled, seeing that his answer confirmed your suspicions, and opened the front compartment of your car. You took out your signature mask and pulled it over your face, observing the way his face contorted to one of horror and astonishment when you did.

           "Cause we know each other a lot better than we thought.“

           Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt hurriedly. "Excuse me. I have to go run away from you and probably jump into the deepest hole on Earth.”

           You grabbed his shirt to pull him back into his seat, and leaned your face close to his.

           "I have a proposition for you, Nochu.“

           He winced at the nickname being used without his mask present.

           "What’s the proposition?” he exhaled.

           "I want to learn about dating. That Namjoon guy, right now we’re in some kind of mentor-student relationship, but for some reason, I want him to take me seriously and actually consider dating me. Since you’re having an awkward time around girls without the mask, and I never know how to properly appeal and flirt with guys, we can help each other. What do you think? It’s beneficial for both parties, don’t you think?“

           "Are you suggesting a merger with mutual benefits and co-ownership?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

           "Yes. Shall we create a contract?“ You smirked, going along with his banter.

           "I’ll…I’ll think about it. It’s a bit overwhelming to find out someone I work with…well I’ve done things with you…”

           You released your grip on him and chuckled. “It doesn’t bother me since it’s your job, and I was curious myself. It was a good transaction.”

            “Wait…you knew it was me…so does that mean you like me?” Jungkook blinked at you curiously.

           You glanced back at him blankly, “Well other than whatever I’m feeling for Namjoon, I can’t say that I’m exactly sure what it means to like someone…but I figured you fascinated me from the beginning.”

           You two stared at each other intently.

           "Well, I don’t know if you’ll be a cure to my nerves, but I guess we’ll never know unless we try.“ Jungkook exhaled. "It’s getting a bit embarrassing that I can work my way around a woman in bed, but not in any other way.”

           You smiled and patted his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together, Nochu.”

           Jungkook glared at you, “Don’t call me that outside of the Club.”

           You grinned teasingly. “But it’s okay if we’re alone right?”

           Jungkook rolled his eyes and started the car again. “I can’t believe I agreed to pretend date you.”

           "Think of it as a beneficial learning experience! A training module of sorts.“

           He shook his head and merged back on the road.

           "Just don’t go falling in love with me.” You chuckled.

           "As if.“ Jungkook rolled his eyes.  

           Later that day, Jungkook changed into his host outfit and snugly pulled his gold mask over his face. For some reason, your proposition made his heart feel lighter. The fact that you accepted his strange behaviors around women, and the fact that you too struggled with similar issues; he felt like a burden had been lifted from him. He wasn’t sure if it was the solution to his problems, but it definitely was better than doing nothing. Spending time with a female might ease his anxiety around others, and besides, other than the Receptionist, you were the only other woman he talked to frequently. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Although he felt himself heat up, remembering that it was you who had given him his first blowjob ever.

           "Oh my god.” he crouched down and covered his face, embarrassed.

           "Oh! Mon!“

           Jungkook’s head whipped up at the sound of that name. This Mon had eluded him every single time. The man who had taken one of his clients away from him, he wanted to see exactly what he looked like with his own eyes. Jungkook rushed from the back towards the Receptionist’s desk. Panting, he finally came face to face with a tall, lean man in a deep purple mask.

           Okay, he was attractive.

           But his presence irked him the more he thought about how he had to share one of his customers with this mysterious person, who incidentally got perks and benefits for no reason. He felt like his title as the Golden Host and as one of the best hosts in the Club was being threatened.

           "Does your mask have this chip now?” the Receptionist questioned.

           "Mhm.“ Mon grinned.

           "Yah.” Jungkook curtly spoke, garnering attention from both of them. “Are you Mon?”

           "Nochu…“ the Receptionist frowned.

           "Yes, I am. How can I help you?” Mon stood up straighter and spoke refinedly.

           Jungkook faltered a little, but kept his proud stance.

           "Who do you think you are? Waltzing in here like you own the place? You think you can just take and give customers as you please? You’re not even on the roster or anything. What gives you the right to take being a host so lightly?“

           Mon chuckled and glanced at the Receptionist, then back at Nochu, "Kid, I do own this place.”






Sting (Kihyun x Reader)

Ayyyyy, what’s up? Someone requested Kihyun smut and boy, did I go absolutely ham on this one. I was like, “Yeah, it’s going to be cute and angsty!” Ha…near the end I kind of lost my cool lol But this is now one of my favorites story wise, also I threw bees in there because I love bees. And I love Kihyun too. Bam. Read and ‘bee’ amazed! lol

P.S. WHO? WHO? Who allowed him to be this attractive? I want a refund on life lmao

Originally posted by shooomabrown

It was one of those hot summer days where it was both miserable and beautiful. The sky was a cloudless blue, the streets were busy with tourists and young people, and the heavenly smells of food assaulted your senses every few feet because of the close proximity of the restaurants and stalls. You clutched your white tote bag protectively, careful of the precious contents within it as you were jostled by a rowdy group of teenage and twenty something year old boys. You shot them a dirty look behind their backs as they walked on ahead to harass more people, quick to remind yourself to not let them bother you. Today was a special day, you weren’t going to let anyone spoil it.

It was summer break for most young people, including yourself, as you were attending university in Seoul. But that included, like you just experienced first hand, high school kids and obnoxious college students as well. The streets were extra busy, making the sun seem one hundred percent hotter as you brushed shoulders with equally sweaty people. Again, you were quick to push this from your head as you thought eagerly of your destination.

A few more minutes of walking and you would reach it, the coffee shop where you had first met him, Kihyun. The memories you had made there together with him flooded your thoughts and brought a happy rosy glow that wasn’t from sunburn. A small smile found its way to your lips as you spotted the sweet looking store front, wedged between a fork in the road on the street so it seemed to command attention to itself. It was a popular destination for young couples and students, making it a busy place, especially during this time of the year. But the hustle and bustle of coffee making and food being served always made your heart swell with excitement. You could practically smell the roasting coffee beans and savory melted sandwiches they served there, making your mouth water in anticipation.

You eagerly bounced up the short steps to the entrance and as soon as you pulled open the door, a bell chimed to welcome you. Someone shouted a greeting that was barely heard over the lilting sound of conversation and business. You ordered your usual: coffee, a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup before you chose a seat in the upstairs loft area of the cafe. You quickly claimed the very spot where Kihyun and you first met and always sat at, the chairs giving a welcoming creak as they scraped across the stained wood floor. You knew Kihyun wouldn’t be here first, knowing he was busy with work as usual and would meet up with you when he could finally escape the shop. So you sat patiently, like always, awaiting his arrival.

It was about thirty minutes before you heard the familiar gentle patter of feet coming up the creaky wooden stairs, hand making an audible sound as it slid up the metal rail. You were on the edge of your seat, smile spreading across you face as the top of his head appeared, no other man having the same shade of light brown as he did. Kihyun found your eyes out of instinct, a tired smile coming across his face as he approached you. You stood up to embrace him, pecking him softly on the lips before squeezing him close to you. He returned your gesture, rubbing your back gently as he kissed your temple. 

You pulled apart and offered him a sit, a worried smile on your face, “You look so tired, baby. Everything alright down at the shop?”

He rubbed his eyes, making you think of all the sleepless nights where he stayed up late to plan, “I guess as alright as it can be. We ran out of stock again on almost six different products just today." 

Kihyun owned a popular shop called, Bee Nice (appropriately named by you because he wasn’t good with names), that sold products made from honey. Kihyun grew to love honey bees after he learned that the buzzing little creature was your favorite animal, even calling you possibly the cutest pet name, his little honey bee. 

Kihyun had always been interested in skin products, so when he began to research the topical uses of honey out of curiosity, he hatched a plan. You remember him pitching the idea to you about a year ago, his eyes bright with excitement, and practically bouncing around the room as he told you about his plan to launch a line of skin products and salves. Kihyun’s products sold like hot cakes and large cosmetic companies practically begged him on their knees to buy out his little business. You were adamant about keeping the Bee Nice brand as an independent company, crazily prompting the idea to Kihyun one night over dinner for him to open his own shop. He instantly agreed and was enthusiastic about the idea, buying one of the cutest vintage store fronts that could be found in Seoul, and thus the grand opening of your store began. Business boomed almost instantly, the demand for the products becoming almost too much to handle; but somehow, Kihyun always seemed to manage it. Bee Nice sold lotions, soaps, skin products, jars of organic honey in an assortment of flavors, different honey-flavored candies, and even apparel that sported tiny bees or honeycomb inspired designs.

You helped out as much as you could, the shop being your child and the two of you being the parents. But you were still attending school, pursuing a business major to help with the development of the company as much as possible. You felt bad sometimes about how much Kihyun had to take on, but he rarely complained, always saying it was a labor of love.

You reached for one of his hands and pushed a coffee mug into it, "At least we’re running out of products. That means the shop is still just as popular as ever, right? Better than not.”

He drank deeply from his coffee, sighing heavily, “I guess so.”

You furrowed your brow, concerned with his lack of enthusiasm, seeing as he was on lunch break and today was an important day. “Kihyun, is everything okay?”

To your shock his eyes flashed angrily as he spat, “No, everything is not okay.”

You flinched at the venom in his words, “H-hey, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t reply, seething in his chair as you nervously tugged on your tote bag,“I have something for you…” Maybe it would alleviate the situation?

“Oh yeah? What’s that, some more stock to fill up my empty shop?,” he retorted sarcastically. “Because that’d be a pretty damn good surprise right about now.”

You frowned at him, voice quiet, “Kihyun stop.”

“Stop what, _____?,” he snapped, slamming his coffee mug on the table so hard you thought it would break. “Stop working? I don’t have time for that. I barely have time for any of this!” He gestured rapidly between the two of you and around the coffee shop. 

You felt tears prick at your eyes, denying them the right to fall as you tried to speak strongly, “Well, then why did you come here in the first place? I don’t want to see you like this Kihyun, it’s not you.”

He stood up suddenly, the table rattling loudly as he pushed away his chair, “Yeah? Well I don’t want to see you either, _____, because you’re obviously not going to do anything to help me out with the shop, just like usual.”

Kihyun didn’t even give you time to reply as he gave you one last stern look before stalking towards the stairs. You watched him disappear faster than a piece of ice in the sun, hearing the now violent tinkle of the front door as it was slammed shut angrily. You finally gave in and let out a small sob, still unable to process what had happened. You’d never seen Kihyun this angry in all the time you’d known him, he never raised his voice like that. You felt the stares of people around you as you hastily wiped your tears away and gathered your things, still careful of the tote’s contents.

Happy anniversary to you too, you thought bitterly as you exited the cafe and began your long, lonely journey home. 

You felt even worse when you entered the empty house by yourself, shoulders sagging with the weight of your sadness. You walked into the living room, carefully taking out the contents of your bag and placing it on the wooden coffee table. You weren’t good at too many things, but you liked cooking and baking, finding that it was one of the things you excelled in. For your and Kihyun’s anniversary, you’d baked a small cake decorated with tiny, delicate bees made from frosting. The frosting words ’Happy Anniversary Honey!’ written in your best cursive mocked you through the clear plastic container.

You didn’t know what you did wrong, or if you’d done anything wrong at all. Was Kihyun right about you not helping him out more often? You thought he understood that you were still in school, leaving you barely enough time to yourself as you studied for your business degree. Didn’t he understand that you were going to school for the shop? He’d never snapped at you like that before, and you never knew he could get that way. Kihyun was always sweet and happy, tired usually, but still kind to you. He always made it a point to never drag you into his problems to protect you, but back at the coffee shop he’d practically stabbed you with them.

You sighed shakily and checked your watch, noticing that it was almost closing time down at Bee Nice. You always made it a point to tell the manager Shownu, a close friend of Kihyun’s, to try and not let him linger in the store and worry for too long. He was always trying to do everything himself and it made you wonder why he had even hired management to help in the first place.

It was getting late and you didn’t see a point in staying up to wait for him, but you did it anyway. You ate leftovers you found in the fridge, took a scalding shower, and then changed into your pajamas before plopping back down onto the couch. Kihyun would be home soon, and you were nervous, wondering if it wouldn’t be best to just go to bed without him. You decided to turn a random movie on on the television, letting the dialogue drown out the silence and slowly lull you to sleep. You pulled a blanket onto yourself, warding off the bad thoughts. You barely noticed your eyes sliding shut, all you felt was the slow embrace of sleep and the solid comfort of the couch beneath you.

You were awoken by something wet dripping on your face and familiar arms squeezing you tightly, a voice uncharacteristically husky with grief murmuring shakily somewhere from above you. You looked up to see the tear streaked face of Kihyun, who quickly released you after seeing you had awoken, scooting to the other side of the couch. You were shocked to see him crying, watching as he hastily wiped away the wetness from his cheeks, his eyes avoiding yours as he mumbled, “H-hey.”

“Hey…,” you replied cautiously, sitting up and sliding the blanket off yourself as you observed him. Kihyun looked like a mess and he’d obviously been crying for a while judging by the puffiness of his eyes. You had only ever seen him cry a handful of times, and whenever he did it was usually because he was upset about something he did wrong.

Your boyfriend twisted his fingers in his lap, struggling to find the words he wanted to say. “You…,” he tripped over his words clumsily, “I-I’m sorry for earlier.”

It wasn’t hard to tell how upset he was with himself and you felt your heart soften at the sight, “It’s okay, baby.”

Kihyun looked distraught, moving closer to you and gripping one of your hands in his, “But it isn’t, _____!,” he bit his lip, voice still shaky. “I yelled at you, in public too. I embarrassed you and left you alone, and most of all,” he dropped his head into his hands, disappointment curling off his words, “I forgot our anniversary and I can’t forgive myself for that.”

You clicked your tongue, pulling him into your arms comfortingly, “Come here, Kihyun.” He buried his face into your neck, his breath shaky with tears as you talked softly, “I can see you feel bad, baby, and I forgive you. You’ve been overworked for the past few months and placed everything on your shoulders. I haven’t been doing enough to actually help you in the shop, and it took a toll on you." 

You squeezed him tightly and he whispered thickly, "But I forgot.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” you kissed his head, smelling the familiar scent of honey and the old walls of the shop on him. “People forget things. Look at me, for instance,” you giggled lightheartedly, “How many times have I forgotten my keys to the house and had to have you let me in? Too many to count. But every time, you always laughed and patiently drove home to let me in.”

You took his face in your hands and kissed his lips gently, “And that’s what’s important, Kihyun. Not some cake or day to be remembered.”

He smiled shyly at you, his eyes filling with warmth as he turned to regard your cake, “Well, the day’s not over yet. Wanna stuff our faces with cake…together?”

You were already popping the lid of the plastic container off, “I’d like nothing better." 

Kihyun retrieved a fork from the kitchen, eyeing your cake in appreciation, "You really did a great job on it, baby. It looks beautiful.”

You blushed happily at his praise, edging on the cushion of the couch, “Hopefully it’ll taste as good as it looks.”

He rolled his eyes in amusement and took a bite, his mouth still full as he groaned, “Oh my god.”

Your eyes grew wide. “What?!,” you took his hand in yours and made him feed you a piece. You were genuinely surprised with how good it was, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head at the flavor, “Oh my god, go me.” You gave yourself a pat on the back, silently thanking the cookbook you had bought for Kihyun a few Christmases ago.

Kihyun laughed and took another bite, “I haven’t eaten anything all day, so this might be gone in a few minutes.” He fed you a forkful, watching the way your lips wrapped around it and slid between with a smirk, “It tastes so good, right?”
You groaned in appreciation, licking your lips of stray frosting, “Totally.” You swiped some frosting from the tray and sucked it off your finger, savoring the sweet and velvety taste.

Kihyun took his time with another bite, watching you suck your fingers out of his peripheral vision. It drove him crazy how effortlessly sexy you could be and you didn’t even have to try to turn him on. Two could play it at that game, and why not give you a memorable anniversary in the process? 

“I agree. But you know what tastes even better than this cake?,” he simpered, cleaning the fork with a swipe of his tongue.

You looked at him innocently, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy, “What?”


You felt heat creep up your neck as he looked over at you, a smirk playing on his lips. You managed to stutter out an, “O-oh.” You noticed how he was slowly creeping over to you, his eyes playful and flirty.

Kihyun drew his hand up to your cheek, titling your face to meet his as he pressed his lips to yours forcefully. Kihyun was passionate, but it was usually the quiet, gentle kind and whenever he tried to do something sexy, he would always become too embarrassed. But this was the I’m-going-to-suck-on-your-tongue-and-grope-your-boobs kind, which would usually make him blush.

Your boyfriend’s hands cupped your breasts, massaging them roughly as his tongue slid against your. You whimpered into the kiss, hands fumbling with his shirt as you gripped him by the shoulders. You pulled away from him with a gasp, a trail of saliva linking your mouths together where Kihyun panted across from you. 

Your eyes were wide as you took in his disheveled appearance, silent communication happening between the two of you as you reached over and began to unbutton his shirt. He smirked, fingers caressing your arms as they worked to quickly rid him of his shirt. When you pushed the clothing off his shoulders he sat back into the couch and beckoned you to straddle his lap. You settled down comfortably, hands splaying across his lean chest as his found your hair and yanked you in for another searing kiss.

His hands them rested on your hips, thumbs rubbing warm circles as he began to rock you into his clothed crotch. You gasped away from the kiss, feeling the rough material of his jeans rub against the thin layers of your shorts, his now obvious bulge pressing right against your bundle of nerves. You gave a whimper as he gave a hollow thrust up into you, “O-oh, Kihyun.” You bucked back into him, your sudden wetness having soaked through your panties and shorts.

“Does that feel good, baby?,” he grunted lowly, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts as he rocked into you. “Do you like the way I dry fuck you? Huh?”

“Y-yes,” you choked out, burying your head into the crook of his neck as he grabbed your ass and pulled you against him hard. Each snap of his hips sent heat racing to your stomach, the knot there coiling up impossibly tight as if it would snap any second. 

His voice was light and breathy, “You know what? I think you like it too much.” Kihyun stilled his movements and pushed you down into the couch, his body hovering over you as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. He leaned down and left kisses trailing up your legs, his tongue tasting your skin as his fingers teased your lips lightly, “But I have something else you’ll like more.”

You watched with glazed eyes as he lazily stroked your lower lips, coating his fingers with your wetness. Your chest heaved with a content sigh when he finally pushed two digits in, his slender fingers slipping past your folds easily.
Kihyun listened to your relieved gasps as he slowly pumped into you, his other hand coming up to rub your clit teasingly. You cried out when he sped his movements up, hushing you softly and relishing your sighs and moans.

“I know,” he cooed, “My fingers make you feel so good, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyes squeezed shut as you rolled your hips back into his fingers. Out of the men you’ve ever been intimate with, Kihyun made you feel the best not only physically, but emotionally as well. He always made you feel adored and loved, more than anyone else in the world. God, in that moment, all you could think of was how much you loved him too.

“K-Kihyun,” you lips trembled from the overwhelming feelings of affection and pleasure. “I love you. So much.”

Your eyes were closed, but if they’d been open you would have saw his quick bashful and warm smile. He slipped his fingers out carefully, and you opened your eyes to see him unbuckling his belt. The brown leather snaked out of the belt loops, his eyes full of adoration as he whispered, “I love you too, baby.” His pants, underwear, and your shirt dropped to the living room floor as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “You’re so beautiful, _____.”

His body pressed you gently into the couch, his hips touching yours as he guided his length into your heat. You gave a soft gasp as he entered your tight core, the slickness of your walls aiding him in his journey in. The both of you let out a collective relieved groan as he fully sheathed himself in you, Kihyun’s hands curling into fists slowly as he managed to keep his self control. Your fingers found his soft hair, tugging on the light brown locks as you whispered, “Go, Kihyun.”

He grunted in response, beginning to pull out slowly, sensually. He wanted you to feel him and every detail. Kihyun looked up at you with a smirk, seeing how your grip on his hair had tightened significantly, “Is it good baby?”

Shit,” you cursed, his warm hands smoothing up your sides as he rocked into you. “God, yes.”

Kihyun lowered his head to place wet kisses over your neck, groaning as your legs slid up and hooked around his waist to pull him closer. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him to suck dark red hickeys into the delicate skin, you cried out when he pulled away and began to speed up. He propped himself up onto his hands for more leverage as he fucked you into the sofa, his view of you from above absolutely driving him mad. The way your chest heaved with gasps of his name, chanting it over and over, strings of curses leaving his mouth as you bit your lip and cried out. Kihyun reached down and rubbed your clit generously, desiring nothing more than to see you reach your edge before he did. He saw the way your lip was trembling and felt your thighs twitch around his hips, knowing you were close from his sudden attention to your bundle of nerves.

“Are you gonna come for me?,” he said breathily, voice shaky from the rapid movement of his thrusts. “Huh?”

You could only whimper as you felt your end approaching, the hypnotic movement of the circles his fingers made on your clit rendering you speechless. His velvet voice rose an octave as he moaned, making you look up at him as he hammered into you relentlessly, “Are you coming, baby? Yeah?” His voice dropped again, commanding and sultry, “Come for me, ______. Come all over this dick.”

The pit of your stomach snapped at his words, sending a flood of pleasure through your body as you finally came with a cry. Kihyun groaned at the sight, feeling your walls clench around him over and over as he helped you ride out your high, “Yes, ______, holy shit you’re so beautiful.”

You bucked underneath him, the feelings of overstimulation sneaking beneath you as Kihyun’s thrusts became sloppier and more animalistic. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through your house as he approached his high. 

Kihyun came only a few moments after you, his head thrown back as he released into your heat. You blushed at the cute way his face scrunched up at the onslaught of pleasure, his moans absolutely musical to the ears as he road out his high and rocked into you slowly. The two of you panted and gasped for breath, the fatigue of after love making hitting you like a ton of bricks. Kihyun pulled out slowly and carefully, making sure to not hurt you as he lazily grabbed his discarded work shirt to clean you up and then him. He did all this with a small smile on his face, just a little shy as he cleaned his essence off your thighs.

Kihyun then laid down into the couch, pulling you so that your head rested against his chest and your legs tangled with his. His voice was soft as a feather, “I love you, my little honey bee.” His fingers brushed the skin of your back lightly, sending happy goosebumps down your spine at his touch.

You hummed contently, listening to his steady heartbeat as you murmured back, “I love you too.”

“Happy anniversary,” he smiled warmly, looking down at you with nothing but love and adoration. 

Silence filled the room, except for the smallest of noises: gentle fingers brushing against skin, content sighs, the softness of lingering kisses, and the satin sound of Kihyun humming you to sleep.

anonymous asked:

Ok so what if MC used to work for C&R International and Jumin before showing up into the RFA, and Jumin didn't recognize/realize it at first? How would he react when he finds out? I live for flustered Jumin, honestly.

So like…this blew way out of proportion? Like I really planned on keeping this a short and sweet scenario but when can I ever keep myself short, am I right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!


Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: General 
Warnings: A little cursing, but that’s all
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Jumin
Word count: 3800

“You’re resigning”, Jumin asked her, hands folded on the table in front of him. Jaehee nodded. “Yes, I am. I think it is time for me to leave. I’ve gathered valuable experiences over the past two and a half years, but I think I’ve finally reached a point in my life where I’ve learned enough. I want to start my own business. Nothing big, just a little cafe.” Jumin eyes her, expression stoic and untelling as it usually is. Still, Jaehee likes to think that after spending so much time working by this strange mans side she finally understands him a little bit and somehow that thought makes her proud. She knows that you are the only person that truly unravelled him, but at least she’d cracked him. “I see”, he eventually said, effectively stopping Jaehee’s train of thoughts. “I will have to make the announcement in the following meeting and find a replacement as soon as possible.”

Jaehee felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. This job had been one of the most infuriating, frustrating and draining jobs she’d ever done and yet it would have pained her to know that Jumin didn’t give her the blessing to leave the company and start a new chapter in her life. In fact, she could have sworn that there was just the faintest of smirks curling around his lips and for one Jumin Han that was a big step into the right direction. “You mustn’t worry about that, Mr. Han. I took it upon myself to look through possible candidates within the company, as I see them to be most suitable. They already know how C&R International works and have experience. According to the Chief of another, smaller department there is a Chief Assistant he would highly recommend. Apparently she hasn’t missed a day of work for as long as she’s worked here until a couple of weeks ago where she took less than a handful of sick days. And even then she handed in all the work she had to do.”

Jumin listened to what Jaehee said, thinking everything over. He wasn’t particularly fond on hiring another female Chief Assistant. Even though his father had calmed down after everything that had happened with Glam and Sarah it wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t go after his next assistant. Not to mention that he was not very fond about the idea of having to explain to her – like he had to Jaehee – why she had to cut her hair, wear formal clothes at all times and fake glasses as well. It was tiring and taking away time he could spend more productively. Still, if Chief Assistant Kang believed that mans word and the girl was really that good at her job, he should probably give it a try. At least he wouldn’t have to read through a thousand and one applications and resumes. “Alright. Tell him to send me her resume. I don’t need anything but that. If I like what I read I’ll tell him as much so he can introduce her to me at the next meeting. Thank you for going through the trouble of finding a replacement for yourself. I would have found it bothersome.”

Jaehee nodded and retreated, leaving Jumin alone in his office. It was nice to have been praised and thanked for once, but she sincerely hoped that she’d actually done the right thing. Frankly Jaehee had no idea who that mystery Chief Assistant was. After she’d mentioned that she was leaving C&R international to a couple of colleagues Chief Yie had approached her. He’d started to talk about that amazing Chief Assistant he had that absolutely deserved a promotion after she’d basically doubled the revenue of her department. Jaehee was quite sure that the only reason Chief Yie had suggested the girl was because he feared she’d otherwise get his position and he’d face either demotion or being fired. Of course she hadn’t mentioned as much. After all, it was a win-win situation for both him and her. The sooner Mr. Han found a replacement the sooner she could focus on planning her little café. Chief Yie kept his position, Mr. Han had a replacement and she was free.

The next day Mr. Han called all the Chiefs into a big meeting. He planned to announce Jaehee official resignment as well as see for himself whether that girl he’d been recommended was any good. Jumin read through her resume and work performance and had to admit that he was quite impressed. Apparently she’d started at C&R at the age of sixteen as an intern. Even then, despite still attending school, she’d performed so good that she’d gotten hired by the time she turned seventeen. She worked while attending university and got her first promotion after obtaining her degree. Over the next years she’d gone on to earn one promotion after the other until she’d become the Chief Assistant of the fashion department. Her resume also stated that while fashion wasn’t her primary goal nor passion she’d learned quickly, adapted and never once complained about it. She hadn’t even attempted to change the department despite being offered a different position due to loyalty to Chief Yie.

Apparently the only reason she was considering it now was because he’d told her to and Jumin admired such loyalty and obedience. She’d make a mighty fine Chief Assistant, maybe even as good if not better than Assistant Kang. The only thing that Jumin found confusing was that he’d never even heard of that young woman. The resume was strictly work related so he neither had a name nor a picture – he rarely looked at the ‘personal’ files when looking for candidates – but this one got him curious. He’d been sure that he knew all his employees at least by name but looking at her file he was proven wrong. Despite her performance being meticulous he could not say he’d ever even seen that woman, which probably made her only the more desirable as a possibly assistant. Discrete, invisible and hard working were the perfect traits. When Assistant Kang had told him that she was resigning he’d been worried but all of a sudden he found himself feeling excited.

Everyone had gathered in the conference room, quiet rumble filling the room. It died down the second Jumin entered the room, closely followed by Assistant Kang. Silence fell as he stepped to the front of the room, everyone including his father, looking at him with anticipation. At first the meeting started like any other would. All the heads of their respective departments discussed increase or decrease in revenue, possibly reasons and solutions. Nothing overly exciting happened. Especially now that Jumin and Chairman Han had finally gotten out of the press and everything had returned to normal. That was until Jumin announced that Jaehee was leaving C&R International. There was an audible gasp amongst the others, although Jaehee knew better than to think she would be missed by any of them. She hadn’t had the time to form any meaningful bonds within the firm and frankly, she didn’t mind. It was their shock speaking. To think that anyone would ever so much as consider leaving such a lucrative job was beyond their comprehension.

That was when Chief Yie decided to stand up, announcing that he would go and get his Assistant now. Jumin have him a short nod and the older man practically shot off to go and get her. A mere minute later footsteps and quiet walking could be heard. No one could really make out the most of what was being said, but it sounded a lot like the woman was begging Yie not to do this while he was hissing at her not to be ridiculous. Jumin frowned, confused at what was going on until Yie stepped back into the room, hand wrapped around the woman’s wrist he was practically dragging along. Her long, brown hair was falling openly over her shoulders, fringe covering a lot of her face as she was vehemently looking down. She was wearing trim clothing that was both formal as well as very appealing as it showed off her perfect, slender figure and just enough of her long legs to make it interesting. Mainly because Jumin very much recognized both the body and the legs. 

Yie let go of your wrist, instead gripping your shoulders and pushing you in front of the entire room so everyone could see. It felt embarrassing, being paraded and shown off like that. Especially considering that your fiancé and soon to be husband was standing in front of you with your best friend by his side, and you didn’t even have to look up to know that they were staring at you with wide eyes and shock written all over their face. You swallowed, entire face heating up with shame as you stood in front of the entire board room of C&R International – including your soon to be father in law – with your boss swooning over how great of a worker you are and how you deserved the position. No one knew that you were that mysterious fiancée Jumin Han apparently had. Nor did said fiancé know hat you’s forked for his cooperation for even more years than his very own Chief Assistant. You really couldn’t think of a way to make this situation any more uncomfortable.

Your boss did, though. Yie had always been an idiot and poor worked. The only reason the fashion department hadn’t gone down years ago had been because of you. You didn’t even care about fashion that much, but it had been a steady job and paycheck and tuition was very expensive these days. So when he suggested for you to present the logistics of that month to the board room it wasn’t because he was proud of your hard work, but because he himself didn’t know shit about what was going on in his own department. He knew that you did, though, so now he made it your time to shine. Just a couple of months ago you would have preened and happily done so. You would have died to stand in front of the board room and present your hard work and yourself. Now though there really was no place you’d like to be less than this particular room in that particular situation. “Mr. Yie, Sir, I don’t think this is a good idea”, you whispered desperately. “Don’t be silly, girl. Just do as you are told.” Strike.

You could practically feel the anger coming off of Jumin, even from the other end of the room. He was fuming and you knew that if Yie continued to treat you the way he usually did he’d find himself without a job rather soon. “Sir, I’m begging you, please don’t ask this of me.” The man snorted, glaring at you. “Don’t be ridiculous and do your job”, he hissed at you loudly. With that he stormed off to return to his seat, leaving you standing alone in front of the presentation that had been opened up behind you. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. If he wanted a presentation, he would get a presentation. Your straightened your back, held your head high and proceeded to look into everyones eyes before locking with Jumin’s. You gave him a short smile before all emotion was replaced by perfect professionalism as you began the presentation. You could feel Jumin’s eyes on you the entire time, filled with wonder and fascination about that new side of you he’d never seen before.

You were quick, precise and well informed. Everything about you radiated energy and strength to the point where even the most disrespectful and misogynist of the men in the room were silenced. No one dared to interrupt you, dares to speak or so much as breathe too loudly as your presence filled the room. Jumin had never found a woman more attractive in his life than he did you in that exact moment. He loved your innocent, gentle and caring side to bits and pieces. It was that side that had drawn him in. That side that had gotten him through the darkest of moments. However, this new side, the strong almost dangerous one was bordering on arousing. He could feel his heart beat faster as he listened to your every word without hearing anything at the same time. You were like a tiger and the dangerous jungle had been claimed by you and you only. 

“Thank you for your attention. I would like to use this gracious opportunity to thank my boss, Mr. Yien, for recommending me. It will be my outmost pleasure to accept the new job offer and finally get out of that pathetically taken care of department I am currently working for”, you spat, glaring daggers at Yien. Jumin gasped, surprised by such harsh words. Then his demeanour changed, melting into pure satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, to watch you tear your boss apart for disrespecting you the way he did. “I’ve been working for the fashion department for many years now and never have I ever encountered a man that incompetent and lazy. He asked me to do the representation today as he himself has no idea what it is about. I researched and composed it all by myself as I have been doing for years. His workload is thrown off onto me and the other assistants whom he disrespects and sexually harasses on a daily basis.”

“You little bitch, how dare you spread lies about me like that. Have her removed”, he shouted at the security men, obviously aggravated. You merely smiled, folding your arms behind your back. His head was bright red, sweat gathering on his forehead. When the men didn’t move your smirk grew, almost devilish, as he grew angrier and angrier. “I said have her removed! Why the fuck aren’t you taking her away.” Jumin snorted out a chuckle, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. “I think, Mr. Yien Sir, the reason for that would be that they do not dare to touch the company heir’s future wife”, you explained, calmly. You knew you had the upper hand and you were enjoying every last moment. His face fell as realization dawned on him but Jumin felt no empathy at all. He’d been eager to chew him out himself, but watching you do it yourself was much, much, much more satisfying.

“When I’d asked you politely, begged you in fact, not to do this you didn’t listen. I tried to protect you, you see, as I felt sorry for your pathetic being. Now, however, you’ve lost all my compassion. I did some digging and found out that beside not working properly you also quite frequently seemed to use company money for private businesses as well as evade certain taxes, which is why you were satisfied by staying in a smaller department, as no one ever digs deep into those. Well, I did. So, I hereby declare, for everyone to hear, that in the name of C&R International I am suing you for sexual harassment at the workplace, heavy tax evasion as well as fraud. I’m not familiar with the legal system, but I am quite sure that you are facing a couple of years of prison. Now please, gentlemen, would you do me the honour and remove that scumbag from this meeting room? I would prefer not to have such useless people working for my husband-to-be.”

This time the security men didn’t hesitate. They walked over to Yien and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his cursing and screaming. The second the door closed behind them you sighed, shoulders sagging. You hadn’t planned on any of this and while you didn’t mind holding presentations those were usually prepared and practiced on your part. Improvisation had never really been your thing. The sound of a chair moving was what ripped you out of your thought and you looked up to see Jumin standing up. You swallowed, shyly looking at your fiancé who once more had one of those unreadable expressions. “Would everyone please leave the meeting room. I would like to talk to my fiancée in private, please. The meeting is over. Thank you for your participation.” It didn’t take more than that for everyone to get up, gatherer there things and hurry out, leaving you alone with Jaehee, Jumin and his father.

When you started to apologize Jumin instantly cut you off, shaking his head. When your eyes met, he was smiling at you. Actually, grinning would be the better word, bright and excited like a little school boy. You’d never quite seen him like that. “You were magnificent! The presentation was perfect and the way you took down Yien was…I dare say sexy”, he said, chuckling in a way that made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up in the best way possible. “God, I cannot believe I never noticed you before. To think that I could have had you all these years, that you were in my reach all this time. It’s infuriating. Only the more reason to be grateful that I got the opportunity to see you in your prime like this.” You blushed, smiling shyly. “I tried…to tell everyone. I really did, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Jumin walked around the table and towards you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. Hands resting on his chest you melted against him, burying your face in his chest as well. “Is that why you were so desperate to leave when you stayed at my place? Because you were worried about work?” You nodded against his chest, so relieved he wasn’t mad you felt like crying. “I wanted to tell you but…I didn’t want you to think that I was with you to ride some sort of coattail. When Yie mentioned a promotion into Jaehee position I instantly said no, but he basically forced me. I wanted to work my way to the top by myself but now -”, you spoke quietly before Jumin interrupted. “And now you’ve made it. You didn’t ride any coattails and yet coming next week you’ll be by new Chief Assistant.” You looked up then, eyes wide and questioning. You couldn’t believe it. You’d been working towards that goal for years and yet…it didn’t feel right at all. 

“But…I’m the one who encouraged Jaehee to quit. I would feel bad for taking her position.” That is when Jaehee cleared her throat, getting both of your attention. “You have nothing to worry about, MC. When you told me to quit you didn’t do so to get my position but with my best interest in mind. I know that for a fact. You told me to follow my dreams and thanks to you I am finally brave enough to do just that so you should too. I didn’t enjoy working here for the most part but you seem to really like the job and we all know that you love Jumin dearly. I think the two of you working together could work out better than any other assistant. He’ll listen to you and respect you while you’ll be able to support and help him. So please, MC accept my position. I could have not wished for anyone better to take over for me”, she said, smiling happily at the both of you.

“You heard her. Please accept the offer, my love. That way we can be together every second of the day and I’ll never have to worry about you anymore. You’ll be safe and provided if you stay by my side and even when I have to go on business trips I can take you along without feeling guilty”, he pleaded, cupping your face and caressing the tender skin with his thumbs. Your eyes locked and there wasn’t a fiber in your body that was capable of denying this man anything. Let alone when he looked at you the way he did in that moment; like you were his entire world. So you smiled and nodded, reaching out to return the tender kiss. “If it is alright with your father I’ll be happy to be your new Chief Assistant.” Of course Chairman Han didn’t mind at all. If anything he’d be delighted to get to know his future daughter in law. Everyone’s problems seemed to be solved.

Jaehee resigned officially a couple of days later and opened up her new café. You and Yoosung helped out as much as you could in your free time. You also talked Jumin into invested, not for profit but to help a good friend. The rest of the RFA had been rather shocked at the announcement but it quickly died down. No one was really surprised that you and Jumin couldn’t be apart even for a couple of hours. Admittedly Zen was fuming for another week and even showed up at C&R International just to check on you. He found you and Jumin talking over coffee you’d gotten at Jahee’s, relaxed and beaming at one another. He left without you even noticing, finally realizing that his worry was not necessary at all. Mr. Chairman quickly learned to adore you. Not only did you make his son happy, but you were also a highly competent and good worker. A real profit for the company.

The happiest, however, was Jumin. He’d never even considered asking you to be his assistant but now he couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect. He never had to fear his father making any advances. He never had to fear betrayal or having to replace you. He got to protect you while simultaneously allowing you to keep your job like you’d asked him to. You were a great worker and reduced his stress by not only cutting his workload in half, but making him relax and smile throughout the entire day. Really, he’d never been happier to go to work then when he did so with you right by his side. “Say, now that I am your assistant, should I call you Mr. Han and Sir as well”, you’d asked one day, grinning cheekily. Jumin had chuckled in reply, husky and warm in ways that caused butterflies in your stomach. “No, my love. You only have to call me that in the bedroom.” He’d winked at you before returning to his work, seemingly unaffected while your face felt like it was burning up. Oh my, working with Jumin sure would turn out interesting…and you were looking forward to every single part of it.

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summary: you aren’t ready to let your life be dictated by a stupid tattoo for a stupid ‘soulmate’

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Out-d*cking a stingy roommate. Suffer!

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The Backstory

I attend a university in Boulder, CO. If you don’t know, living expenses are quite… ludicrous here. Therefore I got an apartment with my 3 best friends since elementary school. We grew up pretty well off in a very upper middle class suburban area of Denver… this is relevant.

As part of furnishing our apartment, every family pitched in $100 to buy this awesome 12 person sectional suede couch. It was used, and in great shape. Everything else came from individual families, but everyone pitched in equally for what we needed. This couch will be the subject of the story.

The three roommates, with changed names, we’ll call them John, Taylor, and Nigel. Taylor, Nigel, and I all study profusely for our technical degrees, as where John has switched from his technical degree to biology to pursue medical school (good for him). However, it was this change that precipitated a whole shitstorm that I will now explain.

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liftingly  asked:

Just read your NYC story about TD and I was just wondering how much your allowance is with him?

Hey there! TD and I have a pretty unconventional sugar relationship. It’s convoluted, but long story short he can’t be intimate with his wife but he loves her and his family very much. He’s been upfront about that since the beginning and I completely honor it. Even though he owns two businesses, I understand it’s a red flag to send a few thousand dollars out to me a month. We talked about it in the beginning and I could see it was more of a discomfort thing than that he doesn’t want to do it.

He’s told me at points that if shit ever hit the fan and I really needed to be on an allowance to survive, he’d hire me on as a freelancer and give me a paycheck, but that’s obviously not ideal. Surprisingly, we know quite a few of the same people, therefore we try and maintain six degrees of separation for both our sakes.

No matter if I spend one night with him, or travel internationally for a weekend, he usually gives me $700-$1000. We probably see each other once a month, so that’s obviously not a lot.

However, this is where I urge girls to consider different types of sugar relationships. I met him when I was still pretty naive and not very demanding, and I’m glad I gave him the chance that I did. He’s honestly done so much for me in the year that we’ve known each other. Whenever I need a flight or hotel room for my own personal need, he books it for me with points. He sends me Sephora gift cards sporadically (he buys them at Office Depot and charge it as a business expense). When we travel together, he’ll sometimes take me shopping (provided there’s a men’s section). Occasionally he’ll PayPal me from his business account if I get in a bind or he needs to reimburse me. Everything we do is pretty covert, but he’s honestly just a really awesome guy.

Whenever we travel together, he lets me do things that I want to do. He always gives me fun money while I’m with him (depending on the length of stay it’s usually $100-$500) so I can do things as I please. When we went international together once, I told him there was a pretty iconic club I wanted to go to while I was in the city. We went to this AMAZING steak dinner with a $400 bottle of wine and champagne. I literally wore denim shorts, combat boots and a leather jacket to this fancy dinner so I would be able to leave straight from dinner and get in (the bouncer is known for being very strict).

After dinner, he called me an uber and sent me to the club. I got back to the hotel at 6am smelling like straight liquor and cigarettes, gave him a kiss and slept till noon the next day. He just laughs at me in an endearing way because he remembers what it’s like to be young and is happy to give me those experiences.

He’s protective and checks up on me pretty frequently. He celebrates the wins with me and has my back when things go wrong. He offers me security I wouldn’t otherwise have, so I don’t complain about the lack of a steady allowance. He knows I date someone other than him and he’s accepting of the situation. So all in all, I don’t even get an allowance! But it obviously doesn’t mean our SR is any less desirable.

Associations of Azeroth: Harboson Company, Investing in Others for Success

By Risri Elthron

Tucked into a corner on the canal side of the Trade District is the Medical Supply store “The Vital Spice” owned and operated by Harboson Company. The Royal Courier spent some time with the owner Elstine Harboson and members of his organization to learn more about the growing business that is looking to aid with economic growth throughout the Alliance.

Entering The Vital Spice, one can see the meticulous care and detail put into organizing and maintaining the medical supply shop. The store itself is covered in plants hanging from the ceiling in various stages of the drying process - the air being influenced by the sage, mint, thyme, basil, and dozens of other herbs and flowers. The counter wielding small boxes, opened to reveal different quality bandages and medical supplies. Operated by three of Harboson Company’s employees, the store open on Saturday evenings selling and taking orders for supplies from individuals and other organizations.

Employing approximately twenty-five individuals, Harboson Company is more than just the proprietor of a shop. The company is a legal fighting force for hire, contracting out to any who wish the support of their elite team. In addition to the contract work, Harboson Company is an investment and trading organization. They look for business opportunities to help support and grow the Alliance economy.  Owner Elstine Harboson detailed their interest in investment as looking for opportunities to support new or struggling businesses. “Someone that is just interested in owning their own business, or just wants to sell products. We’re very liberal and freeing; our newest client for example only provides us with ten percent of their income and some various trading restrictions when and where necessary; otherwise the store is theirs and we just help promote them and better their business.”

The well-structured family-owned company has both a merchant and soldier branch, with individuals encouraged to develop in their own skills and follow the path suited best for their interests. “The Soldiering Branch is fairly standard, a Bloodsworn acts as a General of sorts, below that is the Captains of a squad, and within that squad are members of the professional paid soldiers. – On the other spectrum we have the Viceroy who’s one simple purpose is to keep the coin flowing and expanding. Below that we have the store owners, merchants, entrepreneurs and so forth - then their employees,” Harboson explained.

 Moving up within the organization is based on merit, as Mr. Harboson explained, “We promote based on ambition and willingness to better oneself, learn, and of course lead. Everyone we have in a leadership position has been with us for a long time and served in the field - battlefield or otherwise. I can’t say we really have a checklist; it’s more we present the need for ‘blank’ position to be filled and see who steps up; we don’t hold hands.”

The individuals best suited to working with the company are those who are not only hard workers but also, as Mr. Harboson described “ambitious, curious - rather than loyal, and dormant. Our end goal is to create leaders that in turn expand the business - we do well when our employees do well. So they need to have a desire to grow and better themselves, really just that burning passion to be something more.”

New employees are given a trial period to find their way within the organization. Once the trial is successfully passed, the individual is given the Harboson Contract to cement their employment within the organization, “The contract is there in favor of the employee rather than the employer; we provided monthly pay, plus a signing bonus to last you to the first pay check. Training for the work place was given for free, health insurance to pay for any medical bills within reason and that happened in service, and then of course life insurance that provided a severance pay to your family should the worse come. As we’ve grown and adapted into much more than just a Company that works primarily with professional mercenaries however, we’ve looked recently to editing the contract with updated terms.”

Joining in the discussion were Elstine’s wife Scassira, Varro Balisteri and Jarisleif, members of the Soldiering branch, and Ms. Caeliam Flamboisia. Each of the members described an organization that was professional, yet full of camaraderie that gives each of them a sense of purpose larger than themselves.

Scassira shared her thoughts on the organization, “Best, I would say is the way we do approach the other organizations such as the Guard or the like. Offering donations of product, securing business trades and deals. Ensuring our military is supplied and well nourished with medicinal items. It is a feel-good thing, I would say. As for worst, the chaos that can accompany such things as securing those deals. That includes many meetings and a long paper trail, but none of which cannot be managed. Simply tedious work, you see.“

Caeliam Flamboisia who joined the company in late January spoke of her role and her thoughts in a kind voice that reiterated her words, “I help the other when they need help of a mage for anything… and because I did want to be stronger for everyone. The best part is to work with a nice company, I must say that we do have many good person here and kind people.”

Jarisleif, another longer term member and main herald for the shop, complained good-naturedly about the lack of permission to swear but that it was made up for in his opportunities to bash heads when an employee was in trouble, “ I usually just clobber things and yell in the streets to keep people coming in the shop. Best part is that Employees always get in trouble somehow so you always have an excuse to fight. Worst part is that I cannot swear whenever I want.”

Varro Balisteri, a new member, shared his specialty and his thoughts on being a part of the company, “I have a heavy hammer that tends to land on the heads of those that disrupt business ordeals. I am looking forward to my signing-on bonus. The worst bits would be…we have an -awful- time 'camping.'”

While not all the employees were available, the sense of the spirit of the organization could be felt in the room as we spoke for more than an hour. A strong proponent of working hard and achieving your potential, Harboson Company is an organization serving all of the Alliance with integrity and honor. Stop by the shop next Wednesday evening for your medical supply needs and if you’re interested in a job, speak with one of the employees for your opportunity!

(OOC:  The group is focused on realistic roleplay.  A lore friendly, and heavy roleplay guild, Harboson Company does not discriminate on roleplay experience. Elstine expressed his passion for helping new roleplayers “I also really want to stress a huge passion of mine is working with new RPers; so you don’t necessarily have to be highly skilled to join; I’ve also taught several ESL folks, like Deccius the Brazilian; and of course. I’ve helped Cae out a little too - she’s French, but I’ve dozens of RP students, a few in the guild with us.”  

Caeliam a non-native English speaker reiterated that love of the guild and its guild leader, “El is a really good teacher and I have improve a lot with him helping me!”

Elstine shared what he looks for with new members “I’m very particular with my members; we do very extensive interviews OOCly - personally I think it’s way more important to have decent people OOCly than anything else. We want a family in guild, we wall want to be close, and to have a good time - and I think we have that, especially now. I think we’re all really inclusive, open-minded, but also willing to work; a guild is a lot of work especially a decent one - it can’t be a free ride for everyone. Some things have to be done. In short: patient, ambitious/self-starter, eager, friendly, not vindictive/egotistical.”

Varro added, “I think the major attraction to this guild is the change of pace it provides from the typical 'mercenary’ guild.”

Elstine was thoughtful about the type of roleplay that is important to him, “I think it’s important, and I try to stress it a lot that a lot of people can take it as… Elitism with our style of RP; and to a degree there are plenty of groups that do kinda turn their noses up. We try to act different in that as mentioned, we help new roleplayers out where we can, and try to offer assistance and just generally be welcoming to new folks on the server; it’s our community, our neighborhood - we need to take care of it, not try to scare people out.  really that’s kinda our selling point; I think to most of these guys they were looking for that intense, realistic/logical combat, or that non-handholding feeling on the business side. We really want you to go out and take a dive into things, learn things, and expand not only as a character but OOCly. – I think the combat is a big draw for people though, as well as the general theme and I’d say… Extremism of the guild when it comes to business. Like, we have a legit document for the employee contracts, and business contracts - we have an orientation guide for new members that acts like an orientation guide that you’d get on your first day of work.”

Scassira added, “I have been told the 'selling point’ for us is the immersive feel and realism by several people.”

Varro spoke of his experiences, while still new on this particular character, he had been a member previously and rejoined when he found a character that fit better within the structure of Harboson Company, “Well. As Elstine said earlier, there is an emphasis on realism. At least to a degree. That on top of the actual business that is being run in the background? It’s nice. Most guilds usually hire 'mercenaries’ to beat people up in taverns and get drunk. There is an air of professionalism to Harboson.”

Elstine added, “I think the dedication of the leadership helps out alot too; so many guilds just roll over that have good ideas and concepts, but the leadership isn’t there. We’ve tried and tested leaders, I’ve been leading guilds since BC - and all our leaders have been in leadership positions, or are just hard workers.”

 The members of Harboson Company were such a pleasure to speak with. Thank you to the members who participated. If you are looking for guild focused on realistic roleplay reach out to Elstine, Scassira or Tideguard to talk about how you could fit.)

@harboson-c @scassira-harboson

10 Things Parents Do That Annoy Childfree People
1. They act like know-it-alls. Sorry, becoming a parent does not make you the embodiment of all knowledge in the universe. You don’t automatically know more than an educated and professionally trained physician.

2. They talk down to you. “You’ll never know real love.” “You’ll change your mind.” “You don’t know what tired is.” You know what? Shut up. Everyone, regardless of their reproductive status, is allowed to complain. You’re a parent. You love and take care of your kid(s). Great. You’re supposed to. That still doesn’t make you superior than a childless or childfree person.

3. They talk endlessly about their children. Your children are your world/your life. Good. That’s how it should be. But they are only the center of your life, not mine or anyone else’s. Talking about any one subject endlessly becomes boring and irritating, and the topic of children is no exception. If you ramble on for sixty minutes about your kids without so much as letting me get a single word in, expect me to shut my ears sooner or later.

4. They assume you will eventually have kids. No matter how clear you attempt to make it, some parents just roll their eyes, shake their heads, and say, “I used to be just like you.” No. Just no. Just because you went on to become a parent doesn’t mean everyone will. Some of us - in fact, many of us, I’d say - have no problem sticking to our guns.

5. They assume your pet is a replacement or substitute for a child. This aggravates me to no end. No, I did not buy or adopt my pet as a substitute, temporary or otherwise. I have a pet because I wanted a pet and I like animals. End of story. And if I want to refer to my pet as my baby, I can. The only meaning behind it is I love my pet.

6. They act as if you are no longer a human being. Everyone’s body goes through a cycle of huger, energy, etc. That means no matter how active or inactive you are, you will eventually become tired and require sleep and if you don’t get it, you will become stressed out and over-exhausted (which can be dangerous for some). Yet some parents act like childfree people aren’t ever supposed to be tired or stressed out simply because they aren’t parents. I’m sorry, but I’m almost certain all people are born with a human body. I didn’t know one’s body doesn’t begin its natural functions until they become a parent. Oh, right. That’s because it doesn’t! Your body functions from birth until death, whether you have kids or not.

7. They act as if you are all play and no work. Everybody who supports him or herself in some way has responsibilities. Everybody! Some have more, some have fewer, but no adult is without responsibility. Just because you may have one responsibility than another person doesn’t make theirs insignificant. Everybody has to work, clean their house or apartment, do laundry, buy groceries, etc. The only way around this is hiring a personal assistant and the average person does not live in Hollywood.

8. They treat your achievements as minuscule. If having and raising kids is the best thing you’ve ever done in your life, that’s fine. That’s lovely. But it’s a two-way street. Someone else’s accomplishment of getting a certain degree, traveling to a particular place, buying a house, or other matters that take work does not pale in comparison to your proudest moment. If you want your friends to be happy for you when you reach a goal, you have to be happy for them when they reach one. Saying “wait until you have kids” is rude, condescending, and plainly unnecessary. And if you really don’t care, end the friendship. That’s better than dragging it on and pretending you care when you truly don’t.

9. They take offense if you don’t want to be around their kids. Some CF people like kids while others don’t, and even those who do like kids typically don’t want to be around them 24/7. That’s a reason we chose not to have them! If you can’t go anywhere without your kids, fine, but your friends shouldn’t be forced to go everywhere with them either. Bringing a kid to tag along on what’s supposed to be an adult occasion is rude, especially at the last minute. Stay home, go out with only your kid(s), or find another group where your child would be welcome.

10. They can’t sympathize. You’ve had people question your decision, trivialize it, and treat you as if you’re insignificant or an idiot, yet your parent friends just can’t figure out why you’re so frustrated. But you wanted to be childfree!” they retort. Duh! And while you realize that judgment, lost friendships, and unfair treatment in the workplace or by family are part of the childfree territory, a little sympathy would be nice. Unfortunately, you’re probably going to have to get that from your childfree friends.

The Escort- Part 2

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 2: Dean and reader head off to the vacation, Dean meets the family.

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Warning: None for this chapter Don’t worry. The smut is coming.

Word Count: 2400

The plane ride was not a fun one. Dean was nervous about flying, and you were just plain nervous. You couldn’t believe you were going through with this. It was absolutely crazy, it was going to blow up in your face, and you were going to deserve every bit of the embarrassment it was going to bring. 

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Writer and editor AU
Note: this took a little while to write, but I hope the anon who requested this enjoys it! :)

I love my job…I love my job…I love my job. 

Dipper’s silent mantra was the only thing that drove him as he picked through the pile of articles to be proofread. The magazine’s Editor in Chief, a shrewd middle-aged woman with a sharp nose and even sharper eye for mistakes, had rigid deadlines and would be unforgiving if Dipper didn’t adhere to them. So he repeated this – I love my job, I love my job, I love – as he skimmed an article about the virtues of a daily skin care regimen that included more than five different cleansers and creams that Dipper couldn’t pronounce, let alone determine the use for.

He slipped his fingers under his glasses to massage the impending headache that nudged at his temples.

Dipper wasn’t the sort to complain (out loud, at least). He knew how tough the job market was, especially when armed with only a degree in journalism and his tenacity. It was difficult to swing a job in the editing room of a major magazine, especially Grave, the French fashion magazine that inexplicably had an office in California. The position was lucrative, if not fulfilling, and the work environment was welcoming and friendly even to people of his level of fashion faux-pas, something he hadn’t expected. He wasn’t the sort to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially if this gift horse was responsible for his dwindling student loan debt. 

So, really, he couldn’t complain…but he might be allowed a little frustration at the asinine material he was required to proofread. 

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like a white sand moon

Akutagawa/Atsushi, 1k+ words, Detective Agency!Akutagawa

AO3 Mirror

They earn a few odd looks when they stumble through the streets, Rashomon draped over Akutagawa draped over Atsushi. Both Akutagawa and Rashomon are in danger of slipping off their precarious perches, because negating Atsushi’s superhuman strength are his superhumanly bony shoulders, both of which are jabbing into Akutagawa’s lower abdomen. That, combined with the staggering, is making Akutagawa sick.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Atsushi says. “What a relief. How are you feeling?”

“Nauseous. Degraded. Is there any chance you might put me down?”

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2 New Here

*Reading this on Wattpad is way more fun bc it has pictures 😫*

The first thing I do when I end up outside of the shoot in the parking lot is google myself. I’m not surprised when the first thing that comes up is a map and a compass rose. I add some key words such as ’ Kardashian’ and ‘famous’ and I’m more than shocked when the search engine spits out thousands of pictures of me.

“I’m kind of a big deal huh?” I whisper to myself as several photos of me, but at the same time not me, arrive at my fingertips. There’s pictures of me with the rest of the Kardashian clan and other people that I don’t recognize who could very damn near be 'family’.

Borderline racy photos of Justin and I surface, such as the one where both of us were topless in Ibiza. At least in this dimension my tits were spectacularly perky. I look up my 'sister’ and ’ brother’ next and read up on them.

North is huge in the ballet community, trained by Misty Copeland from age five. She still performs, but the media was currently hyping her up as a choreographer as she started choreographing music videos for Kanye and… Justin.

Saint is still in high school gunning for a track position at Stanford along with the son of Kourtney Kardashian, Reign. Apparently they were both model athletes.

I experience a sudden sense of narcissism at seeing myself in such high quality photographs that I don’t realize a missed snapchat notifications.

👻BendItLikeBeckham has sent a snap!

It takes everything in me not to screenshot the photo of Brooklyn Beckham. My fingers itch at the side and home button, but I wait it out until the picture disappears in the eloquent snapchat fashion.

👻 Lord_Mase_Disickaf has sent a snap!

Oh. Mason wasn’t a baby either. Not a baby at all. In fact, he was a young adult with glass cutting cheekbones and eyebrows that could maybe accomplish world peace. Maybe.

It’s a long shot, but I dial my mother’s number. Three rings and surprisingly, she picks up.

“Jenny Dubois! How may I help you?” She sounded chipper, and happy. Two words that I would never use to describe my mom. She never went by Jenny, only Jennifer and her last name was still her maiden name.

“I’m sorry I think I have the wrong number” I say cautiously and she actually giggles.

“Were you trying to reach JenIAm Catering?” Her happy voice doesn’t fail once and my voice catches in my throat. Mom had always talked about having her own catering business, but having me early had interrupted her business degree.

“Um no, sorry to waste your time!” I hang up quickly and attempt to steady my breathing. It nearly works, but my blood pressure spikes again when someone bangs on the glass of my window.

The tint is so darkened that it takes me a moment to realize who exactly it is. I roll down my window to greet a brunette Gigi Hadid.

“SoSo! Come on! I have to have this issue out by tonight and you’re the cover and a three pager so chop chop!” I decide to finish my research later and follow her into the studio.

“About fucking time! Where have you been bitch?” Mason Disick not only inherited his dad’s pretty eyes but also the same mildly high voice. I shrug and let myself be pulled towards him by hair and makeup.

“Are you modeling today?” He munches loudly on a French fry and then tosses the remaining end towards me. I dodge it with a precision I’ve never had before and wrinkle my nose. What an ass.

“Of course I’m modeling stupid, do you think I’d wear this on the Reg?” He’s decked out in a sequined blazer and I shrug, trying not to look too startled when a woman starts to attack my face with oval shaped makeup brushes.

“What do you mean 'wear it on the Reg?’ That came from your closet you fucking poser” A British accent promptly roasts Mason to the point of reddened cheeks and with an angry huff he leaves.

“Nori told me that you were a little under the weather, you okay SoSo?” Brooklyn Beckham offers me a kind smile and I nod, entranced by his boyish beauty.

“You haven’t spilled the tea 'ave you?” What? My confusion must’ve been evident on my face because he lets out a nervous laugh.

“I knew you wouldn’t! I’m glad I can trust you love, you’re the tits. Let Stella finish up here and I’ll meet you on set.” I give a nervous grin and wrack my brain… My new brain? My brain… For any indication of what he’s talking about.

Luckily I don’t have to search too hard for the answer.

“Becky is so excited about asking your sister to move in with, I can’t handle it anymore! North this, North that, North and East and South and West” she complains with a toss of her dark hair.

“When did this happen?” She pops her gum bubble loudly before answering,

“Remember he showed you, me, Kale, and Bobby the loft? He finalized it like yesterday… Didn’t he tell you?” I nod. He probably did. Only it wasn’t me.

“Kale?” The mention of the suburban white mom vegetable concerned me. Gigi doesn’t notice my confusion and instead starts to rant.

“Do not get me started on those Kardashians. Literally Kale and Bobby told me that they would help promo the magazine okay? Everyone knows that new things need to have a fucking launch. So I hired Bobby to DJ and Kale to promo some Bacardi or whatever and then they are like ’ sorry we can’t daddy flew us to Greece’ they are such brats

"Their dad?” Was Robert Kardashian The First alive in this universe? Gigi nods,

“Yeah your uncle Rob legit flew them out to meet him in Greece because he missed them, pathetic.” I take out my phone and type in Rob Kardashian A photo of a super skinny Rob pops up and none of his weight gain seemed to have happened here.

“You’re all set!” Stella, the makeup artist sprays my face with setting powder and Gigi hands me a garment bag that rests next to her on the chair.

“Kendall Jenner originals. She and I made this huge promo deal it’s all very… Hush hush.” I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be for long because Gigi seemed to be the type to… Over share.

The first dress is an amazing fit and I expect to teeter over to Brooklyn as I always did in heels, but my steps are graceful and filled with intent and purpose. I don’t think about falling once.

“What a dream” Brooklyn says from behind his camera and I when I smile he takes several shots.

“I almost want you on the cover of ever issue of Sí Gigi, but I promised dumbass over there that he was next” Mason lifts a lazy middle finger.

“ You’re lucky I even agreed. This isn’t Vogue” Mason scoffs and Gigi walks over to smother him with a throw pillow from the studio’s couch.

“SoSo has literally covered Vogue and all major mags and somehow she’s still humble. You’ve covered People so the fuck are you so full of yourself for?” Mason’s eyes widen, mine do too and I rapidly type in South West Vogue.

While I’m in shock Mason fights Gigi off before stomping out.

“Can you believe that he’s related to P?”


“Mhmm. She’s so freaking sweet. Your whole fam is save for fucking Mason.” I nod and continue to research my new life.

“I have ten shoots today… Well nine now” Gigi bites her lip and then shrugs.

“Reschedule, cancel, whatever you want you’re the star” an assistant hands me a smart water and I accept it gratefully.

“I can’t do that…”

“Why not?” Brooklyn plops down on the couch and takes my water before chugging it.

“We’re practically family SoSo!” He says when I make a face of disgust. I roll my eyes and study an article of Justin and I.

“What the hell?” I can’t control my reaction when a picture of my ass posted by Justin shows up. Apparently it had been trending for the past hour and a half. Brooklyn leans over, snorts and then motions for Gigi to come over.

“Aw you have your moms ass”

“North doesn’t even pack that” Brooklyn says with a laugh and as an ode to my new/ old sister  I slap him upside the head.

“How pissed do you think Kris will be if I cancel all my  'obligations’ ?” Brooklyn lets out a low whistle.

“Remember when Saint missed y'alls family Christmas card?”

“Yes” no

“ just put her on do not disturb”

“Will that work?”

“Nah, but it’ll buy you some time to hang with Justin” I raise an eyebrow.

“ we know that you guys are going to fuck in the parking lot as soon as he gets here” I choke on a nervous laugh. I was far from a virgin, but the prospect of sleeping with Justin bieber was a total-

“Dream come true!” Gigi shouts when Brooklyn hands her his camera to go through I shake my head and laugh before answering my buzzing phone.

“Hey baby I’m outside are you ready?"  With a deep breath I accept hugs from Brooklyn and Gigi before throwing on a pair of shades and heading outside.

There in a bright green Lamborghini sits Justin bieber waving with the top down and a grill shining in his mouth.

there's no 'love' in 'airport' - ch2

chapter 1

so i got quite a bit of demand for a chapter two… hopefully i didn’t disappoint?

    “So if you’re rich enough to have more than one house, how come you don’t have enough money to rent a car by yourself?” Lily asked. Her legs were starting to ache from the line she and James had been standing in for the past twenty minutes, the fact the car rental building had decided benches were a waste of money not helping in the least. She took a gigantic bite of the granola bar she’d bought out of the vending machine, not bothering to eat gracefully. She probably looked terrible already - it was two in the morning, her hair had been in a now falling apart bun the entire day, and what little make-up she’d decided to wear was no doubt smudged.

    “My parents don’t want to spoil me.”

    “Oooh. Rich and well-bred. I’m swooning.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you draw a positive correlation to men work a majority of the hazardous jobs and blue collar jobs to their privilege? Do you encourage more women to start working in blue collar jobs, such as trash collecting and coal mining as a way of combating this? I keep hearing about gender employment inequality, but I can't understand how if women aren't willing to do the same work as men, how do they have the gall to complain about 'inequality?'

Hahaha, this gem.

Funny how you mention those workplaces specifically, the few hard labor workplaces that are dominated by men and also, coincidentally, among the most well-paid of those jobs.

Women have done and still do the majority of work all over the world, food production being the largest workplace. Female-dominated and so underpaid you cannot really survive on the money you earn, starving while harvesting food.

“Women are half the world’s population, yet they do two-thirds of the world’s work, earn one-tenth of the world’s income, and own less than one per cent of the world’s property. They are among the poorest of the world’s poor” - World bank.

Trust me, women are more than willing to enter the mining, forestring and other male-dominated hard working jobs. Where I live, working in the mining industry is among the most well-paid jobs you can find, and I even worked in it for 3 years. And here’s what I can tell you.

When I first started there I was the only woman at that particular station. I dealt pretty well with the casual sexism and disapproving glances because holy shit the pay was almost the double of my mother’s, who’s been working as an administrational nurse for most of her life and has a pretty impressive degree.

As new workers were needed, applications where sent in. A majority by women. The last year I worked there, we had about 17 applicants from a university program specialising in mining/steel/metallurgy, 2 men and 15 women. They were as close as you can get on equally qualified, and if you have any grasp on statistics, you could probably guess how many women were hired and how many men. But now, statistics doesn’t actually reflect reality, as 3 persons were hired, 2 of them men. Hm.

I wasn’t the first woman there though, there had been previous ones, none lasting longer than 2-3 years. Compared to two of the men there, who had worked there for 40+ years, repeatedly showing utter carelesness, incompetence and even destroyed multimillion equipment - they still work there to this day.

I was let go after 3 years, following the exact same pattern as previous female workers, because some of my teammates “didn’t like my personality”, not because I didn’t do my job.

And here’s another thing: Most heavy industries have concluded that women do the job better than men, as we tend to not take as many risks and are more careful with sensitive equipment. The number one cause of accidents in such workplaces are risktaking and carelessness, and it is also the number one cause of equipment damage. From both a capitalistic and safety viewpoint, women are better at doing this type of job than men. Yet we are not hired.

So the question is not “why aren’t women doing this kind of jobs?”, the question is “why are men raging misogynists?”

When not even capitalism can beat the misogyny of blue collar jobs, how are women supposed to enter them?

- Vixen

A Motley Assortment - CS AU Ficlet

The early mornings were quiet. Always time she could use to start on the day’s orders or prep for any upcoming weekend events. She really didn’t need to bother opening; no one ever stopped in to buy flowers at 8AM, but she figured as long as she was there, why not? Occasionally there would be someone who needed to pick up a plant or bouquet on their way to work, and she’d put her arrangement on pause in order to ring up the sale or help them make a selection.

This morning when the bells on the door chimed at 8:15, she looked up, smile in place, ready to greet the customer. Most of the time early morning shoppers were in a hurry, needing to get business taken care of quickly before speeding off to work. This man seemed in no great rush.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Saw through the window how beautiful it was inside the shop. Decided to stop in and get a better look.”

She had the distinct feeling he might not just be talking about the flowers.

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Please, please help a broke college student and victim of grand larceny.

My name is Mariana Zavala and there are almost 800 of you that follow me and I really hope that even one of you will listen to this, because I’m about to be very honest about things that a lot of my friends don’t even know about. And this is so hard for me to write so please bear with me if it sounds stilted or pathetic or anything. I’m just about to graduate from NYU with a degree in Cinema Studies. 

Over the last two years, I’ve been diagnosed with major depression, dysthymia, and generalized anxiety disorder. I have psychiatry appointments twice a month and therapy appointments weekly, and I’m on several different medications. My father cheated on my mother and abandoned my family. We’ve never had a lot of money- I’m in college entirely on scholarships and loans. I’ve been working since I was 13 years old. I have tried not to ever complain about this because I know others have it worse, and this is the reality for so many others as well. It doesn’t make me special or deserving of any extra attention. I hate asking for help. I hate it so much that I self-destruct and turn it down even when it’s repeatedly offered, even when I desperately need it. But right now, I’m not just asking, I’m begging. 

NYU recently took away my work study (which I have been living off of since coming to this school) under the guise of giving me “grants” for my senior year. What they didn’t tell me was that they were really just redistributing money they had already given me, so now I am unable to work. This happened less than a month ago and I’ve been trying to find work since then. I have a lot of childcare experience so I made an account on SitterCity and sent out messages and applied and hoped. Unfortunately I was taken advantage of. A man named Nicolas Taylor “hired” me and used my information fraudulently and stole about $1600 from me. This was more than I even had in my bank account. I literally found this out this morning, and spent hours at the bank and the police station filing claims and reports. I feel so embarrassed and ashamed but I needed the money so badly and I let myself hope and got screwed over for it. Here are some pictures as proof: 

 I need help. I have to pay rent, buy my metrocard to make it to school, buy groceries, and of course my medication. I’m trying to figure this out but the bank won’t even get back to me for another five business days, so I’m looking at a week without any money and my rent is technically due today. If anyone can please, please donate money to me, even just a couple dollars, it would be so fucking amazing. And if you can’t donate, I’m asking you to reblog this. 

I have paypal and my email is I’ve already had to give up my dream of staying in New York to write because of financial problems. I’m moving back home after I graduate because I can’t afford to be in this city anymore which means I’m leaving my friends and everything I love here, and all the opportunities this city offers me. Please help me get through these last few weeks, please. I don’t have much to offer but I will bake you cookies and send them to you, I can write you fic if you’re in fandoms (my fic tag is in my sidebar) and I will write a handwritten letter to everyone who donates. I know it’s not much but it’s all I can do. Please.

A Hard Day’s Work

Jai Courtney/Reader
You love to sit outside on your back porch with your dog, Maverick, on your days off. It’s nearly Christmas, and the temperature is almost 80 out one Saturday afternoon. It gets even hotter really quickly when you realize your drop-dead gorgeous neighbor, Jai Courtney, is out doing some yard work in nothing but gym shorts, who you have no problem secretly ogling. What happens when Jai finally notices you watching him?

A/N: This story idea came about one day when I was helping my mom do some yard work, well the first part of it, anyway. The nearly 80 degrees in mid-December rang true that day, at least for me where I live in the South in the USA, so that’s where that comes from. It’s not really in a set location, so you can picture it taking place anywhere you like. The rest of the “plot” came along as I began writing it. I wrote most of this in about two days, but the latter part of it was harder to finish for me (probably due to my writer’s block.)

Fair warning, this one-shot is almost 6,000 words, so it may take you a bit to read. Also, in case you were wondering, it’s definitely not safe for work and deserves its MA rating. I hope you enjoy! ;)

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anonymous asked:

I thought you'd talk today about Alex St. John's infamous article on VentureBeat, but you didn't; so i wanted to ask a few things. You have a few very informative posts about how hard working in this industry is. But... Man. This whole article on VentureBeat literally gave me cancer. When you have company heads like this a**hole, it doesn't surprise anyone if a game gets broken release. That must be the one of the reasons why devs go indie, right? or is there any solution?

So… Regarding Alex St. John and his overall unhealthy attitude towards the industry, I’ve got good news and bad news for hopeful developers.

The Good News

Alex St. John is like one of those old conservative people saying that the television will never replace the radio. He came to prominence during the mid 90s, and his views and attitudes don’t seem to have evolved since. It’s really only a matter of time before people like him get replaced by younger, smarter, and savvier individuals who understand how to make better use of the developers they have. He said a lot of obviously sexist, prejudiced, and generally reprehensible things that are accepted by most people in polite society as negative stereotypes and mostly false. I’ve spoken to a number of developers from different walks of life across the US and Canada, and they’re in agreement - they all think the dude’s an huge douchenozzle.

In terms of working conditions, things in the industry have generally improved since 2006 when the EA Spouse thing became national news and they continue to improve in that direction. Very few people actually enjoy crunching, and it’s almost always the entire team doing it when it happens, including the team’s leadership. I’ve never done an extended crunch where I didn’t expect the leads to be right there with me in the trenches. As time passed, more and more studios that I’ve had contact with have put their emphasis on work-life balance because they want to retain experienced employees and not burn them out. Crunch still happens, but it isn’t a way of life at most studios. It’s viewed as a necessary evil more than anything else, because constant crunch will grind people up and send them seeking better employment elsewhere. The amount of tribal knowledge lost really offsets the gains in hiring fresh grads - it’s really hard to keep development going when you keep losing your most experienced people due to attrition.

So… the good news is that for people like Alex St. John, the writing is on the wall. He can dig in his heels and complain about it all he likes, but he’s not really a major player or decision maker at anything. He made some money and found some success in the past because he was a product of that time. However, things have changed and you probably won’t see him or anyone like him put in charge of large projects like DirectX anymore. He’ll eventually just be the old man yelling at the kids on his lawn.

The Bad News

It’s not all good news. Even though the industry has generally shifted away from crunch culture, it hasn’t done so uniformly or completely. The changes enacted by the bigger publishers like EA, and Activision in the wake of EA Spouse have had a definite effect on the industry as a whole, but most studios are still left with their autonomy. While their numbers are steadily shrinking, there are still a good number of studios who perpetuate the bad working conditions that tend to churn and burn through developers at a rapid pace. This doesn’t only apply to AAA studios either - a lot of indie studios tend to be focused around a handful of key individuals, and those key people could espouse views similar to St. John’s. When you have a handful of near-dictatorial people in charge without checks and balances like you’d see at a AAA studio, you have to roll the dice and hope for the best. It’s a lot like having cleaned out the more obvious problems and transitioning into the “cleaning the gunk out of the corners” phase - it takes longer and requires more effort to get into the nooks and crannies where the icky entrenched stuff remains. As a developer I know was fond of saying, “We’ve cleaned out the first 90%, and now it’s time to get to the second half”.

This also applies to St. John’s awful attitude towards humanity in general. While it’s becoming rarer to hear people openly espousing sexist, racist, or generally prejudiced attitudes in the workplace, that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still exist. If you consider somebody like St. John to be 100% asshole (and intolerable), there’s still a good number of people who are maybe 70-80% asshole who fly under the radar. They’re not going to openly say the same things, but they might think and say such things in private. Many might not even be cognizant that they’re acting in discriminatory ways - Dustin Browder (Heroes of the Storm’s director) issued an apology back in 2013 for the way he handled an interview question about the sexualization of female characters in his game because he just didn’t understand why his game’s character designs might be off-putting to a large group of potential players. There are changes being made - you can see it in how Blizzard Director Jeff Kaplan handled the Tracer issue in Overwatch recently - but they’re still baby steps. We’ve still got a long ways to go before discrimination and prejudice really goes away, and while that process goes on we’ll still see varying degrees of St. John-esque developers in the industry. Their attitudes increasingly won’t be accepted by the public (or an increasing number of developers in general), but they’ll simply blame it on the rise of the “SJW” and “political correctness” as they lose ground. 

Overall Thoughts

It’s a mixed bag. Things at various studios, both AAA and indie, are generally improving overall and aren’t as bad as St. John made it out to be, but it’s still a work in progress. Things are better than they were a decade ago, but they also aren’t ideal. Alex St. John and people like him are relics of a bygone era but, even with their dwindling numbers and falling general approval, there are still enough entrenched people like him in varying degrees to be problematic. Things will continue to improve as attitudes of both developers and players continue to evolve, but these things take time. If you want to help hurry them along, as either a player or a developer, be vocal and stick to your principles. Vote with your dollars and with your projects.