umm well

anonymous asked:

I play flute and my friend plays clarinet. During our concert our band teacher said to play the worst we could and my friend just took off and played from her "head joint" (idk if it's it) and I was like well umm okay might as well just let all the clarinets play it like that wow. Thats all I know about clarinets lmao.

Dude when you take the top thing off (idk what it’s called either) and play just that it hurts your ears and teeth holy crap no thank

but like,, ok hear me out- everybody lives and they form a band called ‘Veronica and the Heathers’ and they write songs about how crappy JD is and how he sucks n stuff- 

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Why Me? (Reggie x Reader)


A/N: Just a quick little dabble that I did.

As the girls scanned the book in front of them they wonder what to do.

“We have to tell them” Betty said knowing that it was the best idea.

“But about the other girls? Some people don’t even know they’re in here. Why would we cause them the shame that we’re feeling?” Ethel explained “It’s not fair”

“I think Ethel right” Cheryl said speaking for the first time since they open the book. Everyone looked at her not really expecting her to care about others. But one person knew the truth.

“You’re only saying that since you don’t want Jason poor image that everyone had of him to be gone” Veronica claimed while she crossed her arms, she knew damn well what Cheryl was thinking.

“That’s not it” Cheryl yelled but no one listen instead they waited for Betty to speak as she was the one holding the book. Betty looked around at all of the girls in front of her and thought for a moment what she was going to do. Polly was there and this could help her with their parents but did she really want to put others through this pain of being slut shamed? She knew what she wanted finally and opened her mouth

“We’re going to go to the principle with this. That’s the finally answer so if you don’t like it you’re going to have to deal with it.” Betty demanded but no one objected. “So to help us with all of this, we’re going to split up in pairs to let the girls know before the school does” Everyone nodded their head and picked a girl.

——-

Betty and Veronica standard side by side looking at the sea of people moving through the hallway. This was the last girl that needed to hear the truth. It was Y/N L/N. Betty always thought of you as a sweet girl who couldn’t do no harm but now she could only think about the damaged girl you would become. The girls made their way over to the bleachers where you were sitting reading your book. Betty figured you were waiting on Reggie since he had football practice, after all he was the reason you were in the book.

“Hey Y/N” Veronica said as she took a spot right next to you. You looked up at the two confused on why they were here but smiled anyway. Sure you guys never talked but you weren’t going to be rude.

“What brings you guys here?” You asked wanting to get straight to the point, it was a odd thing to you. Betty and Veronica give each other a look before they both look away to where the boys were playing.

“You do actually”  Betty let out not making eye contact. This was going to be harder than she thought.

“Me?” You questioned taken back for a moment but you continued on “What would you guys need to talk to me about?”  Veronica let you wonder for a minute before she spoke up.

“It’s Reggie”

“What about him?”

“He did something that you should know about before it gets out there”

“Hold now, get out there?” You questioned more confused than ever. What did that boy do now?

“Yeah, well he’s on the football team obviously” Veronica as she waved her arms toward them. You nodded your head not really knowing where she was going with this.

“This isn’t something that’s lightly, Umm well you see the team has a book. Where they keep track of who hooks up with who” As the words rolled off of her tongue you knew then. Reggie Mantle had put you in there, thanks to your causally fun with each other.

“I heard enough” You told them as you stood up from your spot. You look out on the field feeling betrayed by Reggie, you thought you guys meant something more then some name in a book.

“There’s more to know” Betty piped in but you didn’t want to listen. You put up your hand to stop her.

“I personally don’t care.” You raged, oh how Mantle would pay for this one. “Do whatever you pleases” You walk away from the two not caring about what they were going to do. Obviously they were going to tell since they mentioned it. You were hurt and in pain. Reggie was something special to you. You knew you were falling for the boy and before you could say anything about it you were already regretting it. But as you did walk all you could wonder was why. Why did he do it? Why?

You Bug Me

Request: 27 with jughead jones please

27: “Isn’t he just the cutest?”

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by maclexa-bane

“Isn’t he just the cutest?” You mumbled and smiled, staring fondly at the focused image of Jughead. He stood across from you in the student lounge, staring off to himself as he listened to the ridiculous words of Reggie. You couldn’t help but stare at how cute he looked, because he had actually taken of his normal jean jacket and worn just sweater.

He didn’t do it often, but every few weeks when it was too hot to wear a jean jacket, he would leave it at home or in his locker and walk around in one of his many sweaters. It was rare, but you always found Jughead ten times more attractive when he did, and you fell for him just a tad bit more each time.

Veronica laughed, staring at your completely smitten face in amusement as Betty smiled over at you. “Staring at Jughead again, Y/N?” Veronica teased and you jumped, forgetting you weren’t alone before blushing and turning back towards your friends. Kevin grinned at you.

You blushed, staring down at your hands at your lap as you could feel the many stares of your friends. “Umm…” You stumbled, trying to find something to say before Betty placed her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We just think you should tell him about your feelings.” Betty consoled, and you turned to look at her, seeing the sincere look on her face.

“I don’t know..”

“You two.. are like endgame. Honestly, Y/N/N you two would be adorable together..” Kevin grinned, giving you an encouraging thumbs up.

“What if he doesn’t like me back? I don’t want to loose what we have…” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice down so Jughead wouldn’t hear. Kevin and V were already loud enough, if he heard you didn’t know what you’d do.

“I’m confident he likes you back.” A new voice said, and looking up you saw Archie standing before you with a light smile. You smiled back, happy to see another friend before his words really clicked.

“How do you know?” 

“Because he told me.” Archie shrugged and you gasped, glancing at Jughead shortly.

“Wait, really?” Veronica gushed, staring excitedly over at Archie who took a seat next to her.

Archie shrugged again, “yeah. Just go for it Y/N, he won’t say no.” With sudden confidence, and knowing Archie would never lie to you, you nodded. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and made your way over to Jughead, trying not to blush from the encouraging words from your words. Jughead turned, smiling when he saw you walking over and just as you made your way over the bell rung.

“Hey, Y/N. I’ll walk you home.” He offered and you nodded with a shy smile, turning to quickly glance at your friends. They all gave you a thumbs up and you took a deep breath.

Once out of the school, you let jughead finish his sentence about his novel before taking a deep breath. “Hey, Jughead?” You looked at him.

He looked back, smiling at you. “Yeah?”

Looking down, you started fiddling with your hands and stopped walking, trying to find the courage. Jughead stopped as well, turning to stand in front of you. “So… i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but i’ve always been really scared. But… umm- well Jughead I really like you, and not just in a friend way… in a more-”

You were cut off by shock when Jughead placed his hands on either side of your head, and you looked up to see him smiling down at you. You avoided eye contact, scared of what he was going to say. “You don’t have to return them… I get if you don’t-”

“Y/N, shut up for a moment.” You shut your mouth. “I like you too.”

“Wait really?” You asked, shocked. Finally looking up to look at his face. “But… why?” You asked when he nodded.

He smirked, ruffling your hair. “Because you bug me, duh.”

Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back
  • Yang: *leans over the bunk and looks down at Blake who is reading* hey Blake...
  • Blake: *doesn't look up* yes Yang?
  • Yang: have you....have you ever wondered what it's like to kiss a girl?
  • Blake: *now curious looks up at yang* what brought this on?
  • Yang: I dunno, you talked about having a partner in the white fang but that can mean anything. Like were you romantically involved?
  • Blake: *looks away* yes but it was a bad relationship.
  • Yang: *frowns before jumping off her bunk to sit on the edge of Blake's bed* sorry I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.
  • Blake: it's ok.
  • Yang: *rubs the fabric of the blanket between her fingers* so have you ever wondered what it's like to kiss a girl?
  • Blake: *looks at Yang again* a few times, what about you?
  • Yang: *chuckles and rubs the back of her neck* I've kissed a few girls before.
  • Blake: *raises an eyebrow* then why ask me if I wondered what it would be like?
  • Yang: *blushes* umm....well if....if you were ever curious....I'm willing to....uh be a...test run for you...
  • Blake: *blushes faintly* I....thank you yang.
  • Yang: y-yeah just ask anytime you want to give it a try ok *smiles at Blake and gets up to go back on her bunk*
  • Blake: *grabs yang's wrist blushing harder* I'm....I'm rather curious now. So if you wouldn't mind....
  • Yang: *looks back at blake and sits back on the edge of the bed* sure...but I won't force you to do it. You can back out any time.
  • Blake: *moves her book aside and sits closer to yang*
  • Yang: *slowly reaches out to cup Blake's cheek sending reassuring messages that is no rush*
  • Blake: *smiles slightly and leans in close enough that their noses touch*
  • Yang: *whispers* remember any time
  • Blake: *chuckles* you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat. *closes the gap and kisses Yang*
  • Yang: *hums obviously enjoying the kiss and kisses Blake back*
  • Blake: *pulls away* but satisfaction brought it back.
  • Yang: *grins* glad it was satisfying. So uh now I got another question for you.
  • Blake: oh?
  • Yang: would you...would you like to go out for dinner and a movie this weekend?
  • Blake: *smiles* it's a date.

anonymous asked:

would it be a hassle if I ask you for iwaoi fic recs? If it is, you don't have to (I mean if it is, I do think you won't because it's a hassle, if it is, so.. I'm rambling I'm sorry 🙏😰). I just would really like to see what Iwaoi fics got you hooked or gave you tingles (what am I saying 🙈🙊) I just.. Well.. Umm.. If you could/would or if you don't mind, I hope you can rec me some Iwaoi fics. It's reaaaally fine if you don't. It'd just happen to be also reaaaally fine if you do? 🙈

i’d love to!! these aren’t all of them im really bad with remembering titles i just snagged this from my bookmarks in my 2nd ao3 acct

no sleep in the city by loveclouds - much tender, such soft
ninety nine percent by izayas - maximum doki dokis bc of iwachan
they say it rains diamonds on jupiter by exsao - beautifully written
mint by tothemoon - 10/10 would cry again, love the overall ambiance
here comes your man by newamsterdam - funny, subtle, suga’s pov
phone home by ghostystarr - astronauts!! space stuff, lovely dialogue
seven-year itch by afuzzyowl - married iwaoi, domestic, funny af
the night in by authoress - soft and tender like chicken nuggets
we are the soft city lights by ohhotlamb - subtle stuff like this gets me off
summer came like cinnamon by ohhotlamb - nice temperature, ambiance
not a penny for your thoughts by princei - angst but the the good kind
leave me your stardust by starlitcities - 11/10 will cry myself to sleep again

as u can see the setting is really important for me so i like fics that has a brilliant backdrop, like all of them are sfw, ~soft~ shit like these fucking gets me off man

Try to Understand (Part 1)

Characters/Pairing: Beta?Reader, Omega!Charlie, Alpha!Dorothy, Beta!Benny, Alpha!Dean Smith. Eventual Dean x Reader.

Word Count: 3.9k, or so

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, language

A/N: I didn’t intend to make this a mini-series, but it’s going down this way. This is my fic for @dr-dean‘s ABO Birthday Challenge. It’s an AU, so just go with it. My song prompt was Magic Man by Heart. This is my first time writing A/B/O, so constructive criticism is definitely welcome. Shout-out to @roxy-davenport for the assist and beta when I was freaking out a little. Hope you enjoy it!

Part 2

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen


“I don’t see why this is necessary,” your mother says almost passively as she groans. The discussion had been going around and around in circles. You just hoped it would finally end with you getting your way.

“Because, momma, before I’m swept off for the merger, I think it’s only right that I get some real-world experience.”

“Stop calling it a merger, it’s a marriage. And you’ve already been helping with the company for years, what else do you need to know?”

“Yes Ma’am, I know.” You pause for a moment before continuing as you try to think of the best way to convince your mother. “But how are we ever going to move forward if we can’t innovate. It’s only an internship, I’m not doing anything dangerous and it’s not like I’m going to the moon. Come on, momma, please talk to him? Let me do this?”

She pursed her lips, “You’ve got to be careful. Consider how this will reflect on our family name.”

“Of course. Always.” You nod, hoping to appease her and speed up the process of her decision-making. Over the years, you’d figured out that she was typically the one with the final say on matters, and while she took her time, you usually found ways to sway her in your favor.

In the end, you’d won, convincing them to let you take the opportunity for the internship at Sandover before moving forward with your other future arrangements - including your engagement to Benny, the heir of his family. ‘Think of the family name,’ you mocked. Like you’d ever get the chance not to. It was known in practically every household for it’s multi-generation, multi-million dollar business. But also known in the more infamous way for the family stance on breeding practices.

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You don’t own me

Originally posted by baekoneggyeolk-ed

Summary: Danger is alluring. Danger is fascinating. And he sure as hell was a dangerous man. But you were more then willing to give yourself to him. Even though you had vowed to never let any man have you.

Word count: 2575 // It feels good too write a little longer stories from time to time

Warnings: This one is pretty soft but I plan the whole program. Violence, blood, death so be prepared ;) Oh and I may add a little smut in the future :D

Author’s note: So this is the annouced criminal/mafia-ish au! Not sure how it turns out. I want it angsty tbh but you gonna find it out while reading ;)  Never wrote something like this, so I’m really nervous. Please enjoy! ♥

Check out my masterlist ;)

Most recent release: Satisfied


You hiked the black lace-stockings over your knee and secured them with the strap. You eyed yourself in the mirror.

“This is beautiful! I gotta buy it!”, you annouced overly happy. The saleswoman nodded eagerly with a pleasent smile spread over her face.

“You look fabulous, darling! Do you want me to box it for you or will you just keep it on?”

“As much as I would love to wear it right now, I can’t. Please pack it in for me.” She nodded and left. You turned back to the mirror. It looked like it was tailored just for you like it was hugging your curves perfectly and underlining your feminine charms. You loved lingerie. It made you feel powerful. And you sure as hell needed that power because to work as an escort wasn’t always easy…

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I told my weeb friends to watch voltron...
  • Emily: Klance is so amazing
  • Delaney: WOAH WOAH WOAH STEP THE HELL OFF!
  • Emily: What?
  • Delaney: Obviously Hance is better!
  • Maddie: WHAT?!?
  • Emily: No NO! Hance is trash!
  • Delaney: NO its amazing!
  • Maddie: Eh...I don't know guys. I think the best ship in the show is Shallura. Just saying.
  • Delaney and Emily: WHAT?!?!?
  • Emily: Klance is better than both Hance and Shallaura!
  • Delaney: Take that back! Hance's stands supreme!
  • Maddie: I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU WITH THE POWER OF SHALLURA!
  • Emily: Fine! We'll get an expert opinion.
  • Maddie: ok then!
  • Delaney: Sounds good! *Turns to me* ELLIE! Wich ship is better?
  • Me: Oh...umm...Well..
  • Everyone else: *on the edge of their seats*
  • Me: I really like Sheith!
  • Everyone: *appalled*
  • Emily: I'm disowning you
  • Maddie: Consider our friendship over
  • Delaney: Leave.
170416 - Coolyeol

Today’s bias is Chanyeol!

He may or may not think he’s the coolest/best looking one in EXO.

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Let’s give him a chance to prove it to us…

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

*snap snap snap* (cool people snap)

Originally posted by lq-pcy

Chanyeol: “Hey girl~”

Originally posted by chogiwhatislife

Chanyeol: “MOVE SEHUN, I’m the cool one”

Originally posted by sassyminghao

Chanyeol: “Hold up, hold up, hold up, I want a treat!”

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

“WOOF”

Originally posted by r-velvets

Chanyeol: “Okay, now I’m cool again.”

Originally posted by sehunoh

Originally posted by sehunoh

Baekhyun: “Hehehehehehehehe”

Chanyeol: “Do you think I’m cool?”

Originally posted by acciobaek

Baekhyun: “Umm, well, hasbkfaeljf ajbdlqifufbe”

Chanyeol: “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Originally posted by baeksilisk

Chanyeol: “Get in line.”

Originally posted by baekvanilla

Sehun: (off being the coolest somewhere else)

Originally posted by sehunicorne

Fic Request: Baby Time

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 1045

For @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye. I’m sorry this took me a little while!!


“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Steve argued helplessly as Y/N shoved him off the mattress with her foot.

“Well this bed isn’t big enough for both of us tonight, so you get the couch. I’m too hot and you radiate heat like a reactor, so to the couch with you, Rogers.”

Steve stood and leaned over her on the bed, putting one hand to the side and one hand on top of her incredibly swollen belly. “Do I have to wait until he’s born to come back to bed with my wife?”

“No, you just have to wait until I get cold again.” Y/N pouted.

“Alright babe, anything for you.” he chuckled, kissed her goodnight and took his pillow to the couch on the other side of the room. She had a point, it was a hot night. Steve stretched out and closed his eyes, thankful that this couch was the comfortable one.

Not more than two hours later, he was awakened by her calling him. The sound of her trembling voice had him leaping from the couch, ready for anything.

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Little idea inspired by Brendon’s story about falling off his skateboard. Full credit to whoever this photo was posted by orginally <3 <3 dedicated to the amazing @lacyandbeebourie becayse I love her <3

I’m sorry it’s so long XD

Word count - 5781

A Couple Puffs Then We’re Done

I padded through the college into my lecture, I was about 20 minutes early so I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there yet. I winced at the stinging sensation on my leg under my jeans, why I had thought skinny jeans were a good idea after bailing off my board yesterday was beyond me, but it was me after all. To my surprise the lecture room wasn’t a ghostland and as luck would have it there were even some of my friends, I glanced over at Brendon, Ryan and Spencer sitting a little away from my friends, no doubt Ryan had followed Sophia here. Brendon smiled at me, we didn’t talk huge amounts but we had worked together on projects a few times, nevertheless he was still super hot, tattoos covering his left forearm and always wearing a tshirt with skinny jeans, almost black hair lazily flicked to one side with his hand. He was in a band and played a ton of instruments AND sang which just made him hotter quite honestly. I walked through to my friends and threw myself into a chair, groaning out when I scraped the raw skin on my leg.

“AH fuck!” I yelped slightly, my hands flying to my right thigh.

“Jesus what happened to you?” Sophia asked, turning her head to face me.

“I had a total wipe out on my board yesterday.” I laughed at my own stupidity, it was even doing a trick, literally doing an ollie down a step.

“Isn’t that in the sea?” Lola asked in typical airhead fashion.

“Skateboard Lo.” I sighed, giggling.

“What happened?” Sophia asked, laughing with me.

“I tried to ollie down a step and just failed miserable, I fell straight on my ass and it fucking hurt.” I laughed, never the one to hold back when explaining things.

“You’re an idiot.” She teased, giggling along with me, I heard the boys chatting behind us.

“You know I did pretty much the exact same thing last summer.” Brendon’s smooth voice rang out, I snapped my head around, he was grinning slightly.

“Really? I didn’t even know you board.” I turned to face him, that distinctive half smile, that I wish I didn’t love so much, was plastered all over his face.

“Yeah! I was skating across the road and tried to ollie up the sidewalk and just went flying forward, scraped my whole side up, I think I got a picture somewhere.” He shook his head as he told the story, his smile beaming at me, god he was too hot, one hand slipping up to run through his impossibly dark hair. “What board do you have anyway?”

“I got a Diamond Supply custom.” I grinned, picturing my gorgeous skateboard sitting in my dorm room.

“Nice! Mines an Alien Workshop. It’s beat up as fuck I need a new one. How did you get your hands on a custom aren’t they way expensive?”

“I got it for my 18th from my dad. It’s getting pretty beat up already.”

“I’ve literally never seen a Diamond Supply custom in person.”

“Oh my God, mine is gorgeous! I…” I hesitated for a split second, rethinking my plan to fuck with a guy with so much of a reputation. “I mean, I can show you mine, you can fuck about with it tomorrow or something.”

“Seriously? Awesome, it’s a date!” He chimed, grinning the biggest smile ever at me, the girls giggled a little. “Although… please expect me to be bugging you about this like tomorrow, because I really like those boards.” We sat and nattered a little more about skating and different boards before our professor came in and we had to be quiet. The rest of the class I kept feeling Brendon’s eyes on me, turning occasionally to see his head snap away, turning to face the front again, his focus on his notebook was adorable, lip pulled between his teeth and brows scrunching up occasionally. I wasn’t paying attention much. As we finished I shoved my books back in my bag, standing and trailing after the girls, we were about to head to get some food when a voice disturbed us.

“Hey Y/N!” Brendon yelled, running up to me, the girls were giggling already, I turned to face him, returning the smile he shot at me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well… umm seeing as we don’t have many of the same classes and might not see each other til’ next week, I was gonna ask if umm… well… could I have your number?” He stuttered slightly, grinning nonetheless, I heard whispering from behind me but opted to ignore it.

“Yeah sure, pass your phone.” He did so without hesitation, thrusting his phone into my hands. “It's… umm it’s locked.”

“Oh shit yeah…” He leaned in. “8274” He whispered, I raised an eyebrow, tapping in the digits, his phone unlocked.

“You didn’t have to tell me. You literally could have done it yourself.”

“eh… I don’t mind you knowing my password. Don’t tell anyone though. Private stuff.” He said, his tone teasing and did he just wink at me? I tapped my number into his phone and called myself so I knew his too, he took his phone back triumphantly, grinning. “Thanks… I’ll text you later, maybe we can plan something.” He grinned, pulling me into a quick hug before sauntering away.

“Someone’s popular.” Sophia giggled along with Lola, both of them staring.

“Oh shut up.”

It was late afternoon when my phone buzzed for the first time, the name Brendon popping up on screen.

Brendon: Hi…

I smiled at the awkward as hell message, typing one back, hesitating before I pressed send, the following conversation was actually pretty cute… I think.

Me: Hey, couldn’t wait to speak to me again? ;)

It took precisely 30 seconds for it to buzz again.

Brendon: I was actually here to ask for nudes, why else would I want your number? :D

I laughed at his response, typing my own one out.

Me: Creeeeeep. That line work for you before? :P

Brendon: Oh don’t flatter yourself. I meant of your board ;) *nervous laughter*

Me: Suuuuuure.

Brendon: That a no?

Me: Shut up!

Brendon: Gotta run, band practise. Talk later?

Me: I’m free all night :)

Brendon: OK… text you later :*

I looked back to my laptop when the phone buzzed again.

Brendon: By the way, add me on Snapchat :* patdBrendon x

Did he send me a kiss? I added him anyway, he didn’t accept right away but I knew he was with the band so I didn’t sweat it. I kept working on my music theory stuff, a notebook to the side of me as I jotted things down. I spent a good couple of hours working before I was disturbed by the girls coming busting in the room, all dressed up and ready to go out, there was a party but I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go.

“Hey studious Sally, coming out?” Sophia asked, giggling as she tugged at her dress, she looked pretty but so typically girly.

“I should work really. Plus it’s not really my scene.” I tried to talk her into leaving me alone, but it failed.

“Oh come on, Ryan and Spencer will be there.” Lola squealed, the both had a thing with those two.

“And that benefits me how?” I asked, turning back to my notebook and finishing off my sentence.

“Because Brendon will be with them.” Sophia teased me, I shook my head. “Oh come on! It’s just one night to have some fun!” I knew she would keep going on if I didn’t agree so I gave in.

“OK fine! Give me half hour to yet ready.” They giggled excitedly, hopping around like 5 year olds. “And don’t even try to get me to wear a dress.” They left me be finally, leaving to go do whatever other useless pre party rituals they wanted. I stood in front of my mirror, my hair had been plaited all day so I opted for the easy option of taking it out, leaving it wavy around my shoulders, I put some smokey eyeshadow on and mascara and my favourite dark red lipstick, satisfied with my head I decided to go look through my wardrobe. I opted for black, ripped skinny jeans and a cropped tank top, throwing on my beat up old converse and my sweater over the top, it was a nice sweater so I was sure I could get away with it. I actually felt like I looked pretty cute so decided to show off a little, opening Snapchat on my phone, I lifted the phone up a little to show the whole outfit, smiling into the camera, writing “Being forced to go out XD” under it. I posted it on my story and within a few minutes I got a text from Brendon again.

Brendon: What party are you being forced to go to? ;)

Me: I don’t even know who’s party is it… I got nagged into it.

Brendon: Well as luck would have it I’m also being forced to go to a party :P

Me: Might not even be the same one…

Brendon: I hope it is ;)

I decided to leave it at that, I didn’t want to make myself seen desperate or needy, play it cool Y/N, play it cool. Funnily enough I got another message from him, this time on Snapchat, he was wearing a dark shirt and snapback, a smile plastered across his face. “Nice outfit though…” it read. I smirked slightly at the snap, did he just say I looked good? I started to get an all too familiar feeling of anxiety that I was reading this whole situation wrong, I mean he had a reputation as a bit of a womaniser and I was starting to worry I was just his next quest. I tried to swallow down my nervous feelings and finish getting ready, skipping the jacket because I knew how warm it was tonight. The girls came bursting back through the door, both eyeing me.

“Ok not gonna lie, you might not be wearing a dress but you look hot!” Lola giggled, looking me up and down.

“Agreed, and your makeup is smoking.” Sophie added on the end, they both had their purses and were ready to go.

“Jesus do I have girlfriends or pervy guy friends here?!” I grabbed my back, slinging it over my shoulder. “Can we get this damn party over with?” With that I was dragged away, lead to some frat house on campus, jesus this would be annoying.

The party was a typical college party, tonnes of drunk jocks trying to get into the sorority girls pants, it was times like this when I regretted being such a quiet person in college, at least if I spoke to more people I wouldn’t be such a loner at parties. Some drooling jock came stumbling over to me, leaning his arm on the wall above me, he stunk of beer and cologne, not a good combination.

“You’re that skater girl, into all the metal music and weird shit right?” He slurred out, his breath was disgusting and made me feel pretty nauseous actually.

“Umm yeah I guess.” I sighed, taking a sip of my drink, he was wearing the college football team jersey, why you would wear it to a party I don’t know.

“It’s pretty hot, all that emo shit.” He slurred again, wow this was probably the most offensive pick up I’d ever experienced.

“Oh really, well the dumb jock look isn’t, so go find some other girl to hit on.” I snapped slightly, slipping out from under his arm and heading away, to my surprise, Brendon was standing in front of me, head tilted to the side with a broad smile, he looked so good tonight, his jeans fitted him in the best way and his dark tshirt sitting under a black leather jacket, I noticed the absence of the snapback though.

“Lose your hat?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“Eh, it didn’t go with the jacket.” He shrugged, eyes moving to the jock that had been speaking to me 30 seconds ago. “You look about as happy to be here as me.”

“Just got told that ‘all the emo shit’ is pretty hot by some drooling chimp.” I giggled slightly, Brendon gently pulled me to the side to someone could get past me, the small contact felt nice. “So all in all a pretty good night.” He scoffed with laughter.

“Ah damn, I knew jocks were your type.” He leant on a table next to us, flicking his hair from his face effortlessly.

“Oh please, there’s only about 20 brain cells on that whole team and 10 of them are in the captain.” I sassed, putting the empty cup in my hand down.

“Ouch, I felt that burn from here, you want another drink?” He smiled sweetly, his eyes seeming to cost up and down me.

“Nah its cool, I wasn’t planning to stay much longer anyway.” I shook my head, returning the smile he gave me, with that Lola and Sophia come over, hanging off of Spencer and Ryan’s arms respectively. Music began blaring and I couldn’t hear myself think, I heard Lola shouting at Brendon and I to come and dance, as much as I tried to avoid it even Brendon was trying to convince me.

“Ah come on… just a few songs?” He pouted at me, smiling brightly when I relented and allowed myself to be lead onto the dancefloor. We all danced together, singing along to the music, it was fun for about 20 minutes then the novelty of dancing with the guy I liked had worn off. Brendon pulled me close as them music played and I felt my heart beginning to race, pounding in my chest as his lips leant close to my ear.

“Wanna blow this place? I’m bored outta my mind!” He yelled over the music, I nodded, letting him lead me out the party. “Don’t you need to let your friends know where you’re going?”

“Nah, they’re too busy with Spencer and Ryan, I’ll text them.” I shook my head, Brendon and I walked aimlessly for a while before he spoke.

“Wanna go pick up our boards? I got some weed at mine we could have a smoke and skate?” He smiled, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Smoke weed on campus?” I heard the shock in my own voice, cringing a little.

“Calm down goody two shoes, my place is off campus, we could pick up your board then walk to mine, then maybe we could go for a skate?” He smiled sweetly, the idea sounded amazing, it wasn’t so late and the sun was going to set soon, it was warm and breezy so I wouldn’t get too hot.

“You know… that sounds like an awesome idea.” I smiled, we walked to mine, Brendon spent about ten minutes in my room just gushing over my skateboard before I finally managed to drag him out to go to his place. He walked and I used my board, even though I let him have a few turns on it, we headed over to his place, he let me in and lead me to his bedroom.

“Want me to roll a few blunts before we go? So we don’t have to keep coming back or rolling while we’re out?” He sat down, pulling out a small box with all of his stuff in.

“It’s ok, I’ll only have a little. Don’t wanna steal all your weed.” I tried to argue but he shook his head.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll roll and few and you can smoke as much as you want.” He did as he said, rolling a few blunts and putting them in a small silver tin, throwing that in the pocket of his leather jacket, he lead me outside, grabbing his own board as we left, he grabbed keys and his wallet. “It sucks that that you know how to skate.” He grinned at me, I tilted my head to the side, confused by the comment.

“What… why?” I was totally puzzled by it.

“Because… teaching you how to skate would have been a really good way to get close to you.” He flashed a cheesy grin, both of us cracking up into giggles, after he giggled be pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes flitting up and down over me again.

“Well looks like you’ll have to be more inventive then.” I challenged, still wasn’t sure about this but I was all up for having fun tonight.

“Well aren’t you lucky I like a challenge.”

As we were skating around near his place we took the odd video of each other, I posted a few of Brendon skating on snapchat as well as a few selfies, he took a few videos of us both smoking and skating, playing some music off of my phone. Time completely flew by, the sun was setting fast and we were both pretty stoned skating around, laughing and joking on his snapchat and my own. I stopped and slid my sweater off, feeling the heat bubbling on my skin from skating, throwing it on the grass I was left in my cropped tank top, strappy and sitting just above my naval. I felt Brendon’s eyes on me, flitting up and down my body slowly, it was actually kind of hot feeling like he might actually be attracted to me. His jacket was already on the ground, he stopped, running a hand casually through his hair, flopping on the ground to light a blunt. I sat next to him, glad to be taking a breather for a minute, flopping back on the grass, smoking a little before he headed up to skate some more, smiling at me as he messed around. While he was skating again I looked at his Snapchat, he had taken several videos and pictures and posted them, one was of us both boarding, one picture of us sitting smoking a joint. I looked at the next video and it was me skating with the words “she’s perfect” and a heart sticker on it, I felt myself blush a little, the next picture was us on the grass with “beats a party anyday” written on it. The last few pictures and videos on his story were what got me. One was a picture of me, sweater off midway through an ollie, it was a pretty good picture actually but it was the caption that got me. “Lucky to be with her tonight” and more hearts followed, the final video was us skating and laughing. “A night well spent.” I was blushing so hard by the end of the story, he came skating over, plopping back down next to me on the grass. I took out my phone, holding it out in front of us and pressing a kiss to his cheek, snapping the picture, captioning it “He’s adorable” I plastered the end of it with hearts.

“So tell me more about yourself Urie.” I teased as we lay in the grass, taking an pull of the blunt he had given me.

“There’s not much to know.” He smiled, looking up at the sky.

“Liar… there’s tonnes to know, you just don’t trust anyone enough to tell them.” I smiled and got one back, his eyebrows arched slightly at me.

“Wow… beautiful and intelligent, have I fallen on my feet here?” He flashed another gorgeous smile and I giggled, feeling myself flushing pink, he took a pull on his own joint.

“Oh stop teasing and open up will ya?” I laughed, even though I actually wanted him to, he knew tonnes about me.

“Well, what do ya want to know?”

“Anything you want to tell me.”

“Well… I’m from Vegas, a small town called Summerville, I used to be Mormon, I’m an Aries, I love music more than anything, I play drums, piano, guitar, bass and I sing and mix music for the band too.” He smiled, touching my cheek, I felt my head lean into his touch. “How’s that?”

“Umm good…” I smiled, trying to think of things to keep the conversation going. “So… how did you find moving to college?”

“You know it was pretty easy, I moved out when I was 17 so it wasn’t really any different for me.” I stared at him in shock, I had no idea about any of this.

“What do you mean you moved out at 17?” I asked, interested but trying not to pry.

“Well, when I told my parents I didn’t believe in god, things got pretty sucky for a while, a lot of arguments, so I moved out.”

“But how did you afford that?”

“I worked in a smoothie shop while I was in high school, I only had like 2 lessons a day and would be out by half 10 so I used to work like 8 hours.”

“You must have been exhausted most of the time.”

“Well yeah, but it was worth it, I got into college AND I the band is doing great.” He smiled sweetly, both of us were probably just high and talking shit but it was nice anyway.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we have a meeting with Pete Wentz next month!” He gushed, turning to face me. We continued to talk, getting to know small things about each other that maybe we wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for tonight, how his favourite colour is red and he loves Frank Sinatra, and his hopes and dreams for the band. It felt surreal, yet it was such an intimate conversation, laying and smoking on the grass, I told him about my family and how I wish they’d support my interests a little more, he asked me endless questions about my interests and told me all about his family and his life. All of a sudden I felt like I could tell him anything, like he was the most trustworthy person in my life. “You… you don’t have to keep telling me stuff just because I asked.” I smiled, I felt his hand touch mine, holding it gently, his smile equally as sweet as he looked at me.

“I’m telling you because I want to. Not because you made me.” He gently stroked my fingers, shifting a little closer to me, he blew the last draw of his blunt out, throwing it away, we went silent, looking at each other, before I could say another word he kissed me, slow and gentle, fingers lacing in with mine, hand pulling me in by the waist. His lips began to move against mine in slow, methodical movements, tongue brushing my lip gently, I eagerly parted my lips allowing his tongue to move against my own. His hand tangled into my hair, pulling my body close, I whimpered against him, he was such a good kisser, it was making my mind turn to mush, I found myself gripping onto his arms and moaning like a 15 having their first kiss. He pulled back, gasping slightly, his eyes fiery and black, breathing heavy as his arms held me clothes.

“My place?” He mumbled, biting his lip as he pressed another kiss to my lips.

“Yes…” I whimpered, feeling him act quickly, he stood and yanked me up, grabbing our stuff before we both skated home, he kept hold of my hand and somehow we managed not to fall off our boards, getting in we both threw them down near the door, he kicked his shoes off and I followed suit, following him up to his room.

Once in his room he moved over to his dresser, taking his shirt off and throwing it on his computer chair, he turned back to me.

“C’mere gorgeous.” He purred, pulling me against him, his lips pressing softly against my own, his hands sliding onto my waist, touching the skin left bare by my cropped top, his fingers curled on the hem pulling it up over my head, throwing it to the ground. “God you’re so sexy.” He practically moaned out, biting his lip at me, handing gliding over my stomach and back, fingertips stroking my skin, I heard myself moan out softly, allowing my own nervous hands to move onto his chest. He closed his eyes as my hands stroked his skin, his lips crashed down on mine, gripping me tightly against his body, the burning skin of his chest pressing against my own flushed pink flesh. He began to guide me over to the bed, working at the button on my jeans.

“They’ll be home soon.” I whispered, Brendon smirked, biting his lip.

“I know… good I got a lock right.” He winked, sauntering over to his bedroom door and pressing the lock in. “Now… lie down.” He teased, his voice low and husky, hands winding around my waist as he lowered me onto his bed, lips moving onto my neck, pressing light kisses all over the sensitive skin, I felt his teeth grazing my flesh, I whimpered as my back arched towards him. He unzipped my jeans, yanking them down my legs and tossing them to the side, unhooking my bra too, his lips moved down to my chest, kissing all over my breasts, tongue swirling against the skin, I whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder blades desperately.

“Brendon…” I gasped, writhing, his hand slid into my panties as his lips worked my flesh, biting down again, his fingers circling on my clit, he groaned as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, they were left undone. He withdrew his hand from my panties, much to my annoyance, he kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers on top of me, hand back in my panties, touching my clit again, sending shudders of pleasure through me, I felt him hard against my leg, grinding into me slightly.

“Fuck Y/N…” He growled slightly, his breathing rapid and desperate.

“Come on…” I panted desperately, I needed more and he knew it, he groaned and nodded at me, pulling my panties down tossing them somewhere, he wriggled out of his boxers, I felt his bare skin against me, the heat coming from both of us was unbearable, I pressed my hips up towards him, desperate for more contact.

“Someone’s impatient.” He said biting his lip at me, the way he looked at me was driving me crazy, his lip pulled sexily between his teeth, hips grinding down against me, I whimpered again, his hand slipped in between us, he rubbed his cock against me. “So wet.” He growled out, his hips rocking slowly.

“Please Bren…” I whimpered, gripping onto him, he chuckled low in his throat, my hips rocked against his, he groaned out again. “Come on… I need you.” I whimpered, hearing my own voice breathy and desperate.

“Fuck this.” He growled, his hips snapped sharply against me, pushing into me hard, I gasped out, his hips began to snap against me, jolting me up on the bed, his hand gripping the sheets hard, pulling them next to my head. I heard myself moaning and whimpering on the bed under him as his body moved above me, face screwed up in pleasure, his own panting and moaning turning me on even more, I knew how much he was enjoying this, it made it better for me. He growled slightly, leaning up almost upright as his hips slammed into me, the low rumbling sound coming from in his chest driving me insane, I felt him hitting that perfect spot over and over again. It played in the back of my mind that the reason he was so good at this was because of his reputation and how much he’d done it before, but the though was quickly stamped out by the mind numbing pleasure he was giving me. He just grunted and groaned above me, throwing his head back in pleasure, his sexy, tattooed arm coming up to my neck, hand wrapping gently around my throat, holding it in his fingers, squeezing ever so slightly when I moaned out. He looked at me with a new intensity, his eyes burning, like he couldn’t get enough of me, it made me feel so sexy, like no one had made him feel like this before.


My brain began to fog over as an unfamiliar tightening in my stomach began to build up, I had literally only been able to cum before if it was me doing it, so the fact that Brendon had almost nailed it first time drove me crazy. His hand remained around my throat, the other gripping the sheets next to me, I hadn’t really tried rougher sex but it was so hot I couldn’t care less if it was new to me. He released my throat, instead opting to grip onto my wrists, pinning them up above my head as his mouth moved to my neck, biting down harder than before, I felt the slight suction on the skin, knowing he’d leave a dark red mark there.

“Fuck Brendon.” I gasped out, the pain was amazing, along with the pleasure of his hips slamming into me over and over, his pace was relentless, it was like it didn’t faze him at all. He smirked down, letting out another impossibly sexy moan, using only one hand to pin my wrists, the other now gripping tightly onto my hip.

“Ugh Y/N… you feel so fucking tight.” He growled out, low and husky, the tone sent shivers down my spine, I felt the slight sting of his fingers, gripping my hip possessively, I could already tell he wasn’t the type for sharing, the way his body loomed over mine, hands gripping me. His dark hair began to cling to his sweaty forehead, his head thrown back, mouth falling open as he grunted with each thrust, the bed beginning to slam against the wall loudly.

“I… I’m c-close.” I gasped, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening more, like I was about to snap, my mind growing hazy, all I could think of was his name and his body and the way he made me feel, nothing else mattered at that moment. He seemed to gain a second wind hearing me say that, his hips slamming into me with new found ferocity, growling and groaning over the top of me, released my wrists which instantly flew up to his back, gripping it tightly, I felt my nails raking down his flesh which only seemed to drive him even more crazy. He hooked my leg under his arm, allowing him deeper, his free hand tangled in my air, gripping a fistful and pulling it lightly, forcing my back to arch against him, he used to opportunity to attack my neck again, biting and sucking all over. “B-bren, I… can’t hold on much longer.” I whimpered desperately, the stings and aches of pain he was giving me drove me insane, a perfect contrast to how amazing I felt every else.

“Me too baby… I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He snarled, pulling my hair again sharply, I felt his thrusts growing sloppier and harder, he leant down close to my ear, biting just underneath it. “Cum for me.” He groaned, I came undone at his words, cumming hard around him, feeling myself tightening around him, gripping his back tight, he kept his tight grip on my body, his head bowed into the crook of my neck.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, loud and desperate, I was so glad they hadn’t come back yet, my body felt like it was fluttering, shaking and weak, suddenly he gave one last burst of hard thrusts before slowing.

“Oh fuck Y/N.” He tensed right up above me, throwing his head back, mouth open as he throbbed, hitting his peak just after me, groaned out, his own breath shaky and staggered in my ear.

He flopped down next to me, breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin as he leant back.

“Wow…” He panted slightly, taking a swig of the drink next to his bed. “That was amazing.”

“I know…” I gasped out, suddenly feeling that anxiety about it coming back. “Just so you know, I’m really not the type to do this.” I mumbled, he laughed in a low breathy tone.

“Stop thinking I’m judging you for any of this.” He smiled, pulling me a little closer to him, his million dollar smile beaming at me.

“I just… I don’t want to give you the wrong idea about me.” I sighed, allowing myself to be pulled closer to the dark haired boy.

“Well you know… I was kinda hoping that this could happen more often?” He smiled, he brushed my hair out of my face, sweat causing it to stick slightly, I raised an eyebrow, panicking that all my worries had just been confirmed. “No! I don’t just mean that, I mean tonight, me and you.”

“Me and you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as he lay next to me slightly breathless.

“You know, getting stoned and skating just the two of us, having lunch together all the time, holding hands, cuddling and watching movies. You know, all that stuff that makes single people cringe.” He smiled sincerely, cuddling up to me.

“But… why… I’m hardly your usual type.” I tried to hide the concern in my voice, he kissed my forehead gently, pulling me close to him on the bed.

“Listen… if you think you’re not damn perfect then you’re stupid. You skate, you’re beautiful, intelligent, witty, you love music and you smoke, and you’re happy to just chill. I’ve liked you for ages but tonight I finally got the chance to really speak to you and get to know you, and you’re every bit as amazing as I thought, more even.” I blushed bright red, feeling him pull the covers over us, nuzzling his face into my hair.

“I really like you Bren… I’m just scared.” I mumbled into his chest, us snuggling up together in bed felt great.

“I know… but I swear, I won’t hurt you, I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t fuck up something so amazing. I really like you too.” He smiled, we heard Ryan and Sophia giggling downstairs, they’d just come in, Brendon chuckled. “We should probably try to get to sleep before they start making noise.”

“Ok…” I mumbled again, nuzzling into his chest. “Night Brendon.”

“Night babe.”

I really hope you like it guys <3

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Betty Cooper sat at a booth at Pop’s diner as she impatiently twirled the spoon inside her nearly-melted milkshake. With one quick flick of her wrist, the dainty peach-colored watch told her it was getting very late. Where was he? She thought to herself. The blonde had a date that was supposed to begin more than half an hour ago, it was nearing the hour mark. Maybe he was in trouble? Traffic? The possibilities of the disasters were endless. But she checked her phone and there were no missed calls or text messages.

She leaned back into the booth and tugged on the sleeves of her gray sweater. The ponytail bobbed as she looked around the diner. Perhaps he had arrived and was sitting on the opposite side? Highly unlikely though since it was just her and a family of four inside; waiters and cooks were the only other occupants. She hoped they weren’t judging her too harshly for waiting for her nonexistent date. Any other stranglers would be easily spotted.

A frown pressed over her plump red lips. She had decided to change up her lipstick color instead of the same pink tint. The teen had on a navy blue dress that was a little fitting to the body, something that wasn’t usually part of her wardrobe. She had on flats with a cat face at the tip. After eating a spoonful of the melty milkshake, she was ready to leave.

Betty opened her purse and took out a couple of dollar bills, laying them on top of the table. She grabbed her phone and clicked the messages icon. Opening a new message, her fingers moved furiously over the keypad. “Thanks for the date, ass! Not!” But then she hit the arrow, erasing the message. “I hope everything is okay. Maybe next time?” And she clicked send, dropping the device into her small purse.

"You still have some shake left?”

It didn’t take long for her to register whose voice that belonged to. The green-eyed girl glanced from the glass to her friend who wore a lopsided smile.

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 2 (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

Originally posted by tahyns

          “Hey, Y/N. Have you seen Jimin and Hoseok?” Silver leaned against your cubicle.

           "They told me not to tell you.“ You confessed.

           "So they’re on the rooftop eating. Got it.” Silver snorted. “Well, I have to head out for a bit to deliver some papers. When they get back, tell them that I just got word from one of the Directors that they’re sending someone to take a look at our building.”

           "Someone?“

           "They didn’t specify who but just that he was ‘very important’.” Silver sighed. “When I tried to press further, they said they would rather keep his identity anonymous for the time being.”

           "Sounds pretty classified.“ You hummed.

           "Seriously. It must be someone pretty important. But anyway, let those two know. He’s coming in a couple of days. They need a heads up to get their act together.”

           "Will do.“ You continued typing your documents.


           A few minutes later, you spotted the two sneaking back into the office after taking their early lunch break so you waltzed towards them. They flinched, afraid you were Silver catching them in the act.

           "She knows where you were. But she said to tell you that the Directors are sending someone to take a look at our building.” You recited. “We don’t know who it is, but they deemed he was 'very important’ and would like to keep his identity anonymous in the meanwhile.”

           "Okay…“ Jimin raised an eyebrow. "So…do we have to do anything differently? We can’t exactly prepare if we don’t know who it is?”

           "Well we should at least tidy up our office. They’re most likely to go in there if it’s someone the higher ups sent over.“ Hoseok stated. "Plus we really should keep it clean. Papers are piling up.”

           "True.“ Jimin sighed. "But there’s a level of cleanliness that’s just too uptight. I can’t live like that.”

           Hoseok rubbed his temples. “Jimin, I can’t find ANYTHING around your desk anymore! Just because you don’t have anyone to impress here doesn’t mean you can just not care!”

           Jimin snickered, “You got me. My desk doesn’t need to be clean because it’s not used for fun anymore.”

           You tilted your head in confusion.

           "Don’t mind him, Y/N.“ Hoseok smiled warmly. "Thanks for passing along the message.”

           You bowed and turned to return to your cubicle, puzzled. What did Mr. Park mean by his desk won’t be used for fun?

           "Oh, Y/N. Come to my office for a sec.“ Jimin called before you took a few steps away.

           "It’s my office too.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "You stay out here. I need to ask her something important.“ Jimin ordered.

           "What? You can’t lock me out of my own office!”

           "Watch me.“ Jimin cackled as he pushed you inside and latched the door.

           "Jimin!” Hoseok hissed.

           "What did you need to ask me, Mr. Park?“ You questioned.

           He peered at you skeptically, and you stared at him curiously in return.

           "Are you seeing someone?” he bluntly asked.

           "Mmm not exactly.“ You admitted.

           "Y/N.” Jimin shook his head and sighed. “This is when women should act coy and shy that their boss figured them out.”

           "But I don’t see the purpose of that when you’ll just continue to hold me hostage in this room until I give you an answer.“

           "True.” Jimin sighed.

           "But why did you feel the need to ask me this?“

           "Oh. No reason. You just seemed to be glowing a bit, so I figured you got some action.” Jimin chuckled.

           "There are such powers to see that?“ You were in awe.

           "Well…umm…I guess you could say it’s an observation skill I’ve picked up.” Jimin hummed.

           "From?“

           "It’s not important.” Jimin opened the door. “Well good luck with your documents, Y/N. You’re looking very lovely today.”

           "Um…thanks, Mr. Park… I guess.“

           You walked out skeptically, and a bit weirded out, while Hoseok entered the room, giving Jimin a scolding glare.


           "She what???” Jungkook bellowed and his fellow police unit members looked over to him talking on his phone.

           "Sorry.“ He mouthed to the others and then stepped outside to continue his conversation. "That girl wanted to what?”

           "Well since you abandoned her yesterday–“

           "I didn’t abandon anyone. I just got held up at work!” Jungkook complained.

           "Same thing to customers.“ The Receptionist bluntly interjected. "Anyways, I had to get someone to cover for you and it seems that she liked him, so she wants to split the hour between you and the substitute.”

           "Who the hell is this substitute? I’m the only Aggressor we have right now that’s taking customers!“

           "Mmm let’s just say he’s a bit flexible with his persona.” The Receptionist chuckled. “He goes by the name of Mon.”

           Jungkook snorted. “Mon. What kind of name is that?”

           "Says someone whose host name is Nochu.“

           "Hey! Nochu is cool!”

           "Uhuh. Yes, sure.“

           Jungkook grumbled. "Well, if he’s just a substitute and I don’t know who he is. Then he’s not a real host so you can’t split the time.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “That’s the thing…”

           "What?“

           "He can split the time with you.”

           "What???!“ Jungkook yelled. "Why? Now she’s going to think less of me!”

           "Well just make those 30 minutes count. I’m sure someone of your high caliber can. Or am I wrong?“ The Receptionist smoothed.

           Jungkook coughed and straightened up. "Well it’s not like I can’t. I’d just have preferred more time to demonstrate my abilities.”

           "Well it is what it is, Jungkook.“

           "This sucks.” Jungkook exhaled. “She’s the first person that doubted my skills and I’m already getting demoted.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “Hey, don’t forget. The Red Mask also had to share a customer, once upon a time. And also Rule #6, my little Kooks.”

           Jungkook exhaled, “Rule #6: Think it before you sink it.”

           "That’s right. And what does it mean?“

           Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Every move has to be calculated and precise. You have a limited time with the customers, so everything has to be efficient to get the maximum pleasure.” He recited half-heartedly.

           "Good.“

           "Alright, well thanks for the heads up.” Jungkook stated. “Someone’s texting me so I’ll see you later.”

           "See ya, Nochu.“

           Jungkook glanced at his phone curiously.


           "Oppa?” Jimin peeked from behind your shoulder. “Is that your boy toy?”

           You blinked and sent your text. “I deserve some privacy, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin grinned cutely, trying to quell your annoyance. “My bad, Y/N. You just looked so concentrated.”

           "Did you need something, Mr. Park?“

           "Yeah, I need to use your phone to make a call to one of the higher ups.”

           "Oh?“ you chuckled as you gestured towards it. "Why?”

           "I’m hoping I’ll be able to work my charms to figure out who’s coming. If it’s the Inspection Department, we’ll need to be prepared.“ Jimin explained.

           "Good luck.” You stated amused. “I don’t know if your charms are that far-reaching.”

           Jimin huffed as he grabbed the phone.


           You took a deep breath and adjusted your dress before heading into Club Masquerade, donning your winged black mask. You still had many questions about the place and frankly, you were also questioning yourself about why you were returning. As intelligent as you were, love, relationships, and intimacy were things that still baffled you. There was no sense of control in them, no way to prepare yourself…or was there? Deep inside, you hoped that you would find some answers in this Club. Or at least you’d hope to find experiences that would help you learn about yourself and this realm of romance. There seemed to be some sort of code you weren’t aware of that most people followed.

           "Welcome Dark Angel!“ the Receptionist greeted happily.

           "Dark…Angel?” You raised an eyebrow.

           She giggled. “I thought of a nickname for you cause of your mask. If I didn’t, I might accidentally call you by your name and I don’t think either of us want that.”

           You chuckled. “I like it.”

           "Well, Nochu is in a session right now. But he’ll be with you once it ends. I’ll take you to the room you were in last time.“

           "And Mon?” You questioned curiously. “Was he okay with splitting the time?”

           The Receptionist smiled. “He was pretty happy. He’s a usually not on the host market, but for you, he’s decided to make a limited time offer.”

           She winked at you and you found yourself shyly smiling to yourself. It made you feel special hearing that he made arrangements just for you.

           "Here’s the room and the buzzer is in there. We used to hand it to customers…but then we had a case of customers 'breaking’ the buzzers so they wouldn’t get interrupted.“ She chuckled to herself at the memory. "So we’ve attached buzzers in all the room walls, which I activate when the sessions start. And if that doesn’t work, I have to go in and extract people.”

           "What a tough job…“ You muttered and she laughed.

           "It’s definitely interesting.” The Receptionist shrugged and then glanced at her watch. “Well, he should be in, in a minute or two so sit tight, and have fun ~”

           "…thanks.“ You answered, not sure how to respond to her chipper yet suggestive tone. It also made you a little conscious that she had access to the rooms to watch, but then again, that was the last thing on your mind when you had encountered Mon before.

           You found yourself lying down inside the pillow fort comfortably once again, wondering what Nochu was going to be like. Work had been long so you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.           

           You must’ve been out deeply for a few minutes before you were jolted awake by someone pressing their lips on the sensitive part of your neck. You gasped and sat up, quickly noticing that you had company now.

           Nochu.

           You couldn’t forget his intricately designed gold mask and strong build from your first encounter.

           He smirked playfully as you touched your neck, where the sensation of lips still lingered.

           "I wasn’t ready!” You complained.

           He chuckled, “You paid for the session, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I started the service on time.”

           You eyed him. “Well, it’s this room’s fault. It promotes napping more than anything else.”

           "You think so?“ he hummed as he shifted towards you.

           Your eyes widened and you inhaled sharply as he climbed over you, trapping you under his large body. You had to prop yourself up on your elbows to prevent yourself from falling back into the sea of pillows.

           "Tell me then if you can sleep during our session.” he chuckled as he lined his lips down your jaw.

           Your heart raced at the feeling and you gulped, already sensing how dangerous Nochu was going to be.

           "Still sleepy?“ he whispered as he trailed down onto your throat.

            "A bit.” You tried to maintain your cool.

           "Then maybe you should lie down.“ He pushed you down roughly so that you were completely lying down. "Let me wake you up completely.”

           "Anything goes.“ You stated seriously.

           He stared at your surprised. "Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

           "Well, let’s just say I won’t know what I prefer until I’ve tried it.“

           Nochu chuckled. "Then that’s great for me…and most definitely for you.”

           He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Because I have a lot to show you.”

           You gulped as you felt him grab your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning them near your head. Then surprisingly, he leaned down and captured your lips in his.

           Your entire being was set on fire by the intensity with which he was pressing down onto you. Like he hadn’t eaten for days and you were his only source of food. You reciprocated, not wanting to lose the battle for dominance, not wanting to be completely taken over. But it only served to make him more eager. He bit your bottom lip, which melted you momentarily, enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

           You squeezed his hands, wanting to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t let you.

           "What was that about not being good enough?“ he stopped kissing you and spoke, his breathing fanning across your face. "I hardly even touched you and you already want me closer.”

           You glared at him and hooked your leg around his, causing him to lose leverage. In one sweep, you rolled over, pushing him onto his back this time.

           He released your hands in surprise and you grabbed his collar.

           "Like I said, you’re arrogant and I’m unimpressed.“ You hissed.

           Quickly, he grabbed your face and pulled you back into a rough kiss. His hands, now free, began roaming down your body. He slid his hand across your stomach teasingly then cupped your breasts, all while he continued to expertly kiss you. You were on all fours on top of him, trying to keep your arms and legs from giving out and pressing your body on top of his.

           "You know, a lady shouldn’t straddle in a dress, unless she’s expecting something.” he chuckled as he massaged your boobs.

           "Well, should I not be expecting the best from one of the best?“ You taunted.

           "I’m just afraid you won’t be able to handle the best.” he smugly grinned.

           "Why don’t you try me?“ You challenged.

           "Well then,” one of his hands slid down to caress your ass then down to the back of your thighs. “Why don’t you try staying in this position for as long as you can? It seems you’re already a bit… shaky with need.”

           You huffed. “You seem to have bad eyesight.”

           "Keep up then.“

           You caught him smirk a little before he slid down further underneath you.

           It all happened so quickly. One of his hands pulled down your dress at the front, your bra with it, and he latched his mouth around your nipple. Simultaneously, the hand on the back of your thigh slid up to push your skirt higher, exposing your panties. He rubbed your ass gently while he sucked on your nipple. You threw your head back at the jolt of pleasure that tingled throughout your body. Then his finger found your center and your arms almost gave way.

           "Not wet enough.” he hummed. “I’ll have to change that.”

           He rubbed your clit through your underwear in circles lightly and you immediately felt heat rushing downwards. The double sensation was intense and novel. You had never experienced it before, so your heart raced and your mind was pounding. You would never admit it out loud, but he was really as skilled as he claimed to be.

           You moaned as you felt yourself dampen, the juices heightening the sensation of his strokes as he quickened his pace.

           Your vocalization of pleasure seemed to encourage him and he became rougher, licking circles around your breast more fervently. You began panting as your body began to feel a greater need, for more friction, more of…something. As if reading your thoughts, he slipped his hand into your panties and inserted his finger into your hole.

           "Fuck, so tight.“ he hissed.

           You cringed a little at the new feeling, but he stilled his finger to let you get used to it. Once you relaxed, he began pushing deeper into you with his digit. Your eyes rolled back.

           "Oh my go–” you breathed.

           But he began moving his finger in and out of you, and your mind blanked out. Soon enough, you felt your hips bucking forward to meet his finger shamefully. You heard him chuckle smugly and that brought you back to your senses.

           "Stop.“ You stated.

           "What? Why?” He pulled his finger out of you and slid back up to see your face. “Tired of staying up like that?”

           You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face for some reason.

           "No.“ You glared at him.

           "Then why’d you stop me?” he stared at you with lidded eyes and sucked his finger clean.

           You blushed at the sight, but you were also a bit more turned on that he had tasted you so willingly.

           "I want to suck you off.“ You blurted out.

           His eyes widened in shock. Taking advantage of his hesitation, you climbed down and began unbuttoning his pants. Hurriedly, his hands grabbed yours.

           "Whoa, whoa. What??” he bellowed.

           "I can’t?“ You pouted cutely and blinked at him.

           "Well, no. I mean– yea, no…maybe…”

           "I’m sure you’ve had this done often. I’ve never done it…“ You confessed. "So…you can teach me.”

           He stared at you for a long few minutes. “I mean umm…”

           "You don’t want me to?“ You frowned and looked up at him from where you were, dangerously close to his cock.

           "Um…alright then. Since you’ve never done it before…if that’s what you want to do during the session…” he stated, a bit unsure. “Are you sure about this?”

           "Yes.“ You stated firmly. "I’d like to get it over with.”

           "Oh wow…thanks.“ he rolled his eyes.

           You struggled to pull his pants down so he stood up to expose himself easier. Your eyes widened as he stood there, half naked in front of you. When he threw his pants and boxers to the side and caught you gawking, he smirked.

           "Like what you see?” he cocked his eyebrow up flirtatiously.

           You glared at him. “Alright, come here then.”

           "Whoa, no.“ he shook his head. "That’s too aggressive. It sounds like you’re about the bite my dick off.”

           "Probably for the best to make you shut up about your skills.“ You argued.

           "Says the one who was moaning a few minutes ago? Mhm.” he retorted.

           You blushed.

           He walked away from the pillow fort to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall.

           "Come here and get on your knees.“ he commanded.

           You obeyed and studied his hard cock in front of you curiously.

           "What? First time you’ve seen a dick or something?” he snickered.

           "No, shut up. It was dark the first few times I had sex, so I didn’t really take a good look.“ You huffed.

           "You had sex in the dark your first few times?” he cackled. “Damn that’s kinky.”

           You glared up at him.

           "Or did your boyfriend at the time have a small penis so he wanted to hide it in the dark?“

           "You suck.”

           "No, you’re gonna suck.“ he teased.

           You shook your head. "That wasn’t even a good one.”

           "Whatever. Do you want to learn or not?“

           "Fine.” You huffed and without warning, covered his entire length with your mouth.

           "Oh fuck, shit.“ he hissed breathlessly as his hand flew to the back of your head.

           "Hm?” you hummed questioningly with him still inside your mouth.

           "Shit no. Don’t do that. Gah, dammit that felt good.“

           You raised an eyebrow. He was sending you mixed signals. Maybe cursing was a good sign in the bedroom. You bobbed your head back and forth, wondering if this was really all there was to it.

           "Round out your lips a bit. Make sure your teeth don’t touch. Cause that shit hurts.” he breathed, his hand guiding your head deeper into him.

           You hummed to show you understood, but the vibrations caused him to throw his head back and grip your hair tighter.

           "Don’t be afraid to use your tongue.“ He panted.

           Immediately, you flicked your tongue and traced up his length.

           "Yes, fuck. Just like that.” he praised and it made more heat pool down in your lower stomach. “Try that at the tip.”

           You pulled back and licked the tip of his cock. He winced and melted into the wall.

           "What do I do with this?“ You poked his sack curiously.

           "Um…just massage it.” he answered.

           You gently gripped it and he sighed pleasurably. Feeling a bit more confident, you licked his tip then hollowed your cheeks to take him in again.

           "Dammit. You’re good already.“ he hissed.

           You smirked, enjoying the way he looked weak because of you. His smug grin was no longer painted on his face. It really was your first time, but what could you say? You were a quick learner.

           He pulled your hair back so that you were unlatched from his cock.

           "Stand up. Now.” he ordered.

           You weren’t sure why, but your body obeyed immediately.

           As soon as you stood, you were slammed against the wall and kissed intensely. Tongues were tangled hungrily and you took the chance to run your hands through his hair, because it just felt right to do so.

           "Legs up.“ he whispered as he kissed your neck.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped so that your legs were around his hips. Your heart was thumping against your chest. You knew what was coming.

           Easily, he carried you with one arm on your back. With the other hand, he pulled your panties to the side. He lined his dick in front of your entrance and with a glance towards you, pushed in slowly.

           You leaned forward, resting your forehead on his, as you both sighed into the feeling.

           "Ready?” he breathed.

           You nodded, your words stuck in your throat. He pushed in deeper then slightly pulled back and pushed in again. You moaned. All your senses were heightened.

           This room was in fact dangerous, because of who was using it. You figured out why such a room was Nochu’s go-to for first time clients. It lulled customers into a false sense of comfort and consequentially, it magnified his aggressiveness and skills. Not to mention, it was a creative way to create the mood, having the canopy hovering over the pillows as the only source of dim lighting.

           He grunted as he pushed into you quicker. Both of you were panting, and you were impressed that he was able to hold you up this long. You lunged forward and began peppering his neck with kisses, wanting to do something for him too, as a reward for carrying your weight. He groaned and you continually sucked at that piece of skin, knowing that it must be his sensitive spot.

           Suddenly, you two flinched when an obnoxious buzzing echoed around the room.

           "Fuck, fuck, fuck.“ He cursed, irritated.

           Closing his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself, he pulled out of you and set you down. You were as equally annoyed and disappointed initially, but then you remembered that Mon would be coming after.

           You fixed your clothes a bit while he slipped back into his pants.

           "Guess 30 minutes wasn’t enough for you to finish me. It might be hard for you to break the record.”

           "Shut up.“ he huffed. "It’s cause you wanted to suck my dick and it threw the whole flow off.”

           "Oh?“ you smirked. "Didn’t sound like you minded too much though.”

           He blushed a little. “I-I was just trying to be a good teacher!”

           You chuckled. “Well you were. Thank you.”

           He smiled. “Then I’ll see you at our next appointment?”

           "Most definitely.“ You nodded. You were definitely certain that you were going to learn a lot about yourself from this Golden mask.

           "Well then.” he bowed and slipped out of the room.


           "Oh my little Nochu. Getting his first blowjob.“ The Receptionist cooed and lightly clapped when Nochu visited her desk afterwards, clearly frustrated.

           "Why the hell were you watching, Noona?” he frowned.

           "Well you were a bit nervous about it so I wanted to root for you.“

           "What a weird way to cheer me on.” He glanced at her, amused as he sat on her desk “And don’t ever tell any of the guys that was my first BJ. They won’t let me live it down.”

           "Well it’s your fault for always jumping to put the pin in the hole.“

           Jungkook snorted at the analogy. "Not that anyone’s offered to do it to me before today.”

           "Well, you could just order them to do it.“ she grinned. "That’s kind of hott, in my opinion.”

           "Oh?“ Jungkook smirked as he grabbed a mint and popped it into his mouth.

           "Hey, hey, Rule #8.” The Receptionist scolded. “'Clean before you lean’.”

           "Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure to clean before my next session. I have a few minutes until then.“ he huffed as he glanced at the clock.

           "Then why’re you out here? You could finish yourself.” she raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the apparent problem straining his pants.

           "Wanna help, noona?“ he smirked.

           Suddenly, he was smacked on the back of the head.

           "Rule #1, you brat.”

           Nochu perked up excitedly, recognizing the voice, and whipped around. “Hyung!”

           Jimin grinned widely.

           Jungkook stood up, easily towering over his hyung, and looked over Jimin’s head playfully. “Hyung, where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you!”

           "Yah!“ Jimin shoved him, irritated. "I came here to see how you were doing and this is what I get.”

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Rule #1 is what, you little, annoying prodigy?“

           "Don’t touch the Receptionist or make any advances. She’s off limits.” Jungkook shook his head. “I was just joking though.”

           "Yeah, but your package is not.“ Jimin pointed down to the evident bulge emerging from his prodigy’s pants. "Didn’t get to finish, huh?”

           "Don’t give him that, Chims. Or should I tell him about the time where J-Hope had to finish–“

           Jimin clamped his hand over his girlfriend’s mouth. "That’s enough, my love. I’ll punish you when you get home if you say anymore.”

           "Oh please.“ she rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. "We all know who does the punishing in the end.”

           Jimin blushed as Jungkook grinned widely at their banter.

           "Serious couple goals.“ he gave them a thumbs up.

           "Is Mon here yet?” Jimin glanced around. “I’ve heard about the guy back in my day, but he’s elusive.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “He should be here already.”

           "Well, pull up his monitor then.“ Jungkook and Jimin scurried around and placed themselves in front of the screen, but it was black.

           "Sorry, no can do, boys.”

           "What? Why?“ the two whined.

           All she did was give them a sly smile, but said nothing else.


           In the meanwhile, you paced around the room, trying to calm yourself down from your previous encounter before Mon arrived. Nochu was definitely quite a whirlwind.

           However, you immediately perked up when the door opened.

           "Hi.” Mon smiled warmly.

           "Hi.“ You smoothed your dressed.

           "You look pretty.” he complimented as he made his way to you.

           "Thanks.“ You blushed.

           He reached out and swiped his thumb across your lip. "Must’ve been a good time. Your lips are swollen.” Then he caressed your cheek. “And you’re flushed.”

           Your heart raced at his subtly sweet actions.

           "Did you get to finish?“ he whispered.

           You shook your head, your words failing you since you were so entranced by the deep purple mask he was wearing this time. It had hints of black and gold throughout, and a pattern of music notes at the edges. It was beautiful.

           "Did you make this?” You reached out to trace the details.

           He chuckled. “I’m pretty bad with crafts. I end up breaking the materials. So my friend made it for me, but I designed it.”

           "It’s nice.“

           He grinned. "Thanks. Yours is beautiful too. I’ve always had a fascination with wings.”

           You beamed. “Me too.”

           "Well, let me finish you.“ he stated, as if it was a light, nonchalant matter. "Then it seems you have more questions for me.”

           "Could you tell?“

           He laughed, "A little.”

           "How…how will you…you know…“ You didn’t really know how to finish the sentence.

           But Mon seemed to understand you regardless, because he leaned over and whispered into your ear, "Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you exactly how you like it.”

           Hearing the pet name made you shiver with excitement and even more so when you processed his entire statement. You looked at him, a bit alarmed. How did he know how you would like it? But you didn’t get to ask because he kissed you gently, erasing the question from your mind.

           "Can you take off your underwear for me?“ he requested.

           You were surprised. "Uhh… sure.”

           He giggled. “I have a habit of ripping them off, and seeing as how you’re probably unprepared for that, it’s better if you do it this time.”

           You laughed. “Bring a second pair just in case next time. Noted.”

           You turned around consciously and shimmied out of your panties. But Mon clung onto your waist from behind and began peppering your neck and shoulder with sweet kisses, as if sensing your shyness. You let your damp underwear drop to the ground, and covered his hands with yours as you reveled in his cherishing lips.

           "Come here.“ he grabbed your hand and led you back to the pillows. "Lie down.”

           You nodded and settled into the pillows.

           "Relax, baby.“ he cooed as he rubbed your arms gently. "I got you.”

           You smiled.

           Mon kissed you sweetly then bit at your lip hungrily, changing the atmosphere in a fraction of a second. Your heart lurched forward at the aggressive action and then his lips were gone. Your eyes flew open when you felt him spreading your legs. You glanced down, making eye contact with him briefly before he licked your dripping core. Your body bucked up, burning with the unsatisfied need that Nochu had left. He tongued your clit a few times, making you dizzy then pushed his tongue inside you, causing you to gasp. He did that a few more times, pushing in and out, then once inside you, he swirled his tongue around your hole.

           Gripping tightly onto the pillows, your body tensed at the pleasurable feeling that shot through you. Seeing your positive reaction, Mon continued his motion. Soon enough, your hips were bucking up into his face crazily. You were a bit ashamed that you had no control of your body at this point, but you remembered his advice that this was something that felt better if you stopped thinking. And he was right.

           You wanted more, needed more.

           "More.“ You exhaled.

           "Wait a bit, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want.” he hummed against you. Then sure enough, he stuck two of his fingers into you and while he sucked your clit.

           You yelled and arched your body. Fuck, it felt overwhelmingly fantastic to be finally filled up once again.

           "You’re doing great, baby girl. Keep yelling beautifully for me.“

           "Oh my god, oh my god.” You breathed as his pace quickened and his tongue wildly licked you clean.

           "Let it go, baby. Just let it go.“ he hummed as he curled his finger, hitting your sweet spot.

           You grabbed a pillow to muffle your scream as your hips began to rock wildly. After a few more skillful hits to your g-spot, you finally reached you climax.

           Mon grinned happily as you melted into the pillows. Maybe this was also another purpose of this puzzling room. Someone who had been completely fucked out would probably prefer lying down in this comfort afterwards.

           "I’ll be back.” Mon chuckled. “I’ll clean you up a little. And I think the break room has a few extra pairs of flimsy underwear…since yours might be uncomfortably damp to wear again.”

           You nodded, trying to catch your breath. Mon smoothed your dress down to cover you before he waddled to the door cutely.

           A minute later, he returned with a warm cloth and an extra pair of underwear.

           "I can clean myself.“ You suggested, but he pulled the cloth away from your reach.

           "I told you I’d take care of you.” he furrowed his brows scoldingly.

           You chuckled and laid back down, letting him wipe you down. You reflected on how awkward it was to be in such a place, but you didn’t regret anything at all. In fact, you felt like you had taken a little step forward towards figuring yourself out. The “appeal” that had been an elusive concept to you before was definitely more apparent in these hosts. It was intriguing.

           Mon struggled to pull your panties through your legs so you sat up and did it yourself with a light laugh.

           "Thank you.“ You smiled.

           "No problem. So question time?” Mon grinned.

           "If that’s okay…did you want me to…“ You looked down between his legs.

           He blushed and waved his hands. "It’s okay! I’m good. Let’s answer your questions.”

           "Well okay…so you would say people in general have different types of appeal right?“ You started, crossing your legs comfortably. He had seen everything anyway so there was no point being prim and proper in front of him when wearing a dress. Mon chuckled as he folded his legs too, listening to you intently. "And the Club here sort of magnifies that appeal and categorizes them.”

           "Yes, that’s essentially the gist.“ Mon nodded.

           "What other types are there? Nochu, I heard was something called an Aggressor, which seems self-explanatory.” You chuckled.

           Mon grinned. “Well our most popular types are the Aggressors and Gentleman personas. But there are definitely others who specialize in more specific types of hosting. Their names are generally pretty self-explanatory too…cause it’s easier for first timers to understand that and choose their hosts accordingly.

           So we have the Aggressors, which you’ve experienced. They’re the ones who are aggressive, more forward, and more experimental. I truly respect those in the category because they have to be good at a lot of different things and creative in their approaches.

           Then we have the Gentlemen hosts, who are the sweet love makers. They try to emulate the feeling of having sex for the first time or as most people would refer to it, 'love making’. They’re more empathetic and are good at connecting to their clients, since they need to know exactly what will make each individual comfortable. This is also a difficult persona to be because, since they are so connected to the clients, sometimes the clients will fall for them or vice versa…and it doesn’t always end well. Also, they can’t let their animalistic sides come out during sessions either.”

           "Wow…I guess it isn’t all fun and games…“ You blinked. You hadn’t thought much about the consequences of being bound by one category.

           Mon smiled. "Then we have the Consolers, who specialize in helping those who are in unrequited love or break ups and are seeking physical contact. Wow, I can’t even begin to praise these hosts. They deal with the most delicate of human emotions and give people comfort in their most fragile state. It could be in the form of rebound sex or maybe just simple cuddles, a crying shoulder, someone to vent to. Sometimes they are even requested to be wedding or specific function dates, if need be. They are the only hosts that can be exported. When they are, there’s a higher charge for the client and a higher pay for the host. So it’s a plus for them.

           Then we have the Intellects, which really just serve to keep people company and tickle their minds. They serve people who are looking for more of an intellectual connection in someone. People who like to have discussions and debates, etc. They’re the ones you see using the tables most of the time and having tea with customers. But they also specialize in education of sexual activity. So if someone was looking to learn a new move or two, we would refer the clients to them. I know the other hosts also like to converse with them about certain power plays, to see if it would be good or not.”

           You giggled at the image.

           "Then we have the Foreplayers. Like the name implies, they’re all about foreplay and are ONLY for foreplay. They specialize in role plays and other techniques, but they never actually get to enact in having sex with their clients. Surprisingly, they do have a large clientele. You’d think most people would want to be able to go at it after having foreplay.“

           You looked at Mon, amused.

           "But yeah, some cases the client splits time between a Foreplayer host and another type so they could finish afterwards. Most of the time though, I think their clients like the thrill of being turned on and are satisfied with just that.” he shrugged.

           "And then?“

           "And then what?” Mon blinked.

           "Well,“ you scooted closer to him. "which category would you fall under?”

           He grinned widely, exposing those adorable dimples once again. “Let’s just say I belong to the last category.”

           "Which category is that?“

           "The Eclectics.” he beamed.

           "The Eclectics?“

           "Yes.” he chuckled as he tilted your chin up suavely. “You could say we specialize in all of the above.”


           "Ugh. I hate this. We don’t have any snacks around here!“ Hoseok whined.

           "Well, I told you to eat breakfast, but you would rather sleep in.” Silver retorted angrily.

           Hoseok clutched his stomach and pouted at his girlfriend cutely. “I’m hungerrrrr.”

           "Don’t try to act cute to me. I made you a perfectly fantastic breakfast and you just let me eat on my own.“ she turned away from him.

           "Ooo that’s cold, Hobi. That’s real cold.” Jimin shook his head. “Your loving girlfriend, who can actually cook, made you breakfast and you DENIED it.”

           "Shut the fuck up, Jimin.“ Hoseok hissed.

           Everyone knew Hoseok was scariest when he was hungry, so all the workers knew to stay clear of him. Luckily, you came prepared for times like this.

           "Here, Mr. Jung.” you handed him a granola bar. “You can have this to munch on. We have an hour or two until lunch time so it should hold you over.”

           He immediately brightened up and swiped the bar from your grip. Jimin patted your shoulder gratefully while Hoseok scarfed the bar down.

           "Y/N, why don’t you take a trip down to the grocery store?“ Silver waved a list in her hand. "We need a few things around here, especially because the secret VIP is coming tomorrow.”

           "Any luck with the higher ups?“ You glanced at Jimin, amused.

           "No.” he huffed. “They said to just get my act together. It didn’t matter who it was.”

           You chuckled.

           "They’re right though.“ Hoseok pointed. "If we do things differently, they’ll expect that. We’re working efficiently so other than housekeeping, we should function the same.”

           "Well, it won’t hurt for Silver to dress more seductively again…“ Jimin then glanced over at you. "And you too, Y/N. Need me to give you a make-over?”

           "No thanks.“ You replied flatly, grabbing the list from Silver. "I’ll take the trip to the store now before the lunch rush.”

           "Thanks a bunch.“ Silver grinned. "Oh, and pick up some more snacks for Hobi here.”

           "Will do.“ You bowed.


           "Alright let’s see. Some vases and flowers.” You hummed as you pushed the cart forward while reading the list. “Some fluffier toilet paper…Mr. Park…”

           You rolled your eyes at the different handwriting at the very bottom of the list.

           "Well, let’s get some anyway…the toilet paper there is kind of rough. Oh, but first, let’s get some milk for the morning cereal.“ You spotted that the dairy aisle was in front of you so you turned your cart.

           But you froze when you noticed a familiar figure in the same aisle, in deep contemplation in front of the milk. You raised an eyebrow and slowly made your way towards him.

           "Do you need to buy milk for your unit too?” You teased and he jumped back in surprise.

           He stared at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Oh…Y/N. H-hi.”

           You looked him up and down. He was in sweats and a white t-shirt today.

           "Off duty?“

           "No, just undercover.” he snorted, sarcastically.

           You glared at him. “Well move over, you’re blocking the milk.”

           You pushed him to the side playfully. He took two large steps away from you as soon as your hand made contact with him. Furrowing your brows, you looked at your hand. There was nothing on them so why was he acting like you had the plague?

           "Why’re you so far?“

           "W-well, you’re just…to let you get your milk in peace.” he stammered.

           "Well now it looks like you’re stalking me from over there.“ you pointed out.

           He chuckled nervously. "No, I’m fine from here.”

           "What’re you talking about? What milk do you want? I’ll get it for you.“

           "No, it’s fine! I’ll just come back for it later. I’ll just go to some other aisle first!” he rushed.

           "Wait, what? No. Just get your damn milk.“ You ran after him and grabbed his wrist.

           "L-let go of me! I’ll arrest you!” he claimed.

           "You’re off duty and it’s not a crime.“

           "It-it’s a crime of harassment! I’ll report you!” he flailed frantically.

           "Calm down Officer Jeon. I’m holding your wrist, not giving you a hug.“ You rolled your eyes. "It was disrespectful of me to move you out of the way when you were choosing your milk first so please, take your turn before me.”

           You dragged him back to the fridge of milk and stood beside him. He was abnormally tense and his eyes remained wide as he stared at the glass.

           "Is it really that hard to make a decision?“ You questioned.

           "No!” he retorted and flung open the door aggressively, hitting your head with it in the process.

           He panicked as you winced and rubbed your forehead. “I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I can report you for this, you know.”

           "I-uh-it was an accident! You rushed me so –“

           "Well why don’t you appeal to me then?” You smirked playfully. “Then maybe I’ll forgive you.”

           Jungkook blinked then turned away shyly, mumbling. “I said I was sorry already, sheesh.”

           It was your turn to be surprised. You had expected him to come back with some sort of snarky comment or an excuse or even a witty comeback as an appeal. Not be shy, timid, and apologetic.

           "Why’re you here? You don’t even have a cart.“ You asked, changing the subject.

           "I ran out of milk.” he replied with a shrug. “I don’t live far from the store so yeah.”

           "Is milk really that important?“

           "I love milk.” he stated seriously, like you had just offended him.

           "Okay…“ You looked around awkwardly, and he did too.

           "I’ll just get these.” he hurriedly grabbed two large jugs of milk – one regular and one chocolate. “Bye!”

           Then he scurried away, lugging the two heavy items by hand.

           You watched him, completely amused. What had just happened?

           "What an interesting guy.“ You shook your head as you went to grab the type of milk that was on the list.


           Jungkook ran out of the store frantically, catching his breath. He looked behind him to make sure you weren’t following him, then exhaled deeply. He shivered. He went around this time to the grocery store because there weren’t many people. What were the odds that he’d run into someone he knew, much less a woman?

           "I hope I wasn’t too awkward.” he mumbled. “I think I handled that coolly.”

           He lifted the milk jugs up. “I even carried these like a man. I’m sure she’ll think I’m awesome.”


           The very next day, everyone was bustling around excitedly at work. It was the day where the VIP was going to make his visit so all of the workers were wearing their best suits and dresses. Their hair was combed and done nicely, and everyone’s desks were spotless and organized. Mr. Park and Mr. Jung had their hair combed over with a little bit of gel and for once, both had their suit tops on. Mr. Park even threw on his favorite pair of non-prescription glasses just for good measure. You also slipped out of your flats and into proper heels when the time of arrival approached.

           When the clock struck on the hour, everyone stared at the door expectantly. Everyone in the office had placed bets on who it would be, so stakes were high. Suddenly, a small, chubby man stepped into the office and Mr. Jung and Mr. Park’s faces fell visibly.

           "Oh it’s just you…“ Jimin frowned.

           Hoseok elbowed him.

           The man coughed, glaring at Jimin. "I have accompanied the very important guest today. He was here a few minutes earlier and took a peek inside.”

           "Did he? I didn’t see anyone.“ Jimin blinked.

           "But I have good news!” the man beamed.

           "Good news?“ Jimin blinked. "What?”

           "Well, the very important person visiting us today is more than enthusiastic to meet you all. He wanted me to tell you all that 'he looks forward to working with you’.“

           "Working with us?”

          “Yes, he has found your building most worthy of his presence and has agreed to stay for awhile.”

          Jimin and Hoseok glanced at each other, puzzled.

         "Um…well I think that’s up to us isn’t it? Plus we haven’t even gotten to give him a tour. And no one’s told us that we were going to get another worker.“

         "He says he has seen enough to know that this is a worthy place to be in.”

        “We can’t let someone we haven’t even seen or talked to, start working with us so easily.” Hoseok frowned. “That’s not how we work here.”

        “Well, frankly, Mr. Jung and Mr. Park, he is the son of someone at the top. Strictly speaking, you can’t refuse.” The man pointed out. “Consider this an honor. He has never stayed in one place for too long, much less taken initiative himself in choosing to stay. So he must’ve really seen something he liked.”

        “Sounds like a pain.” Jimin snorted, earning an elbow for Hoseok. “Unless…”

         You glared at your boss as he eyed you creepily and with a wide grin. “You can’t be suggesting some stranger has taken a liking to me and decided to work here. That’s far-fetched, Mr. Park.”

          “Maybe…orrr maybe not.” Jimin shrugged innocently.

          “Mr. Park. Can you please stop?” Hoseok hissed.

          Jimin retreated obediently. “Sorry.”  

         "He feels confident that you’ll agree to keep him on the team once you meet.“

         "Well then, let’s meet him.” Jimin gestured. “Where is this VIP you’re hyping up so much? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now?”  

         "Well, you should probably be familiar with his history, Mr. Park. You worked on earning a merger with his father’s large company when you worked with Mr. Min and the new female CEO when you worked in Daegu.“

          Jimin’s eyes widened. "What? Apparently, that merger company’s Chairman wants his son to be a CEO, but then the son disappeared for awhile. I’ve heard rumors of him here and there. Why in the world would he suddenly pop up and want to stay here?”

          The man simply smiled and pushed open the entrance door, bowing deeply. The four of you glanced at each other, amused by the antics of this secretive man. But all your smiles soon fade. Yours and Jimin’s eyes widened immensely when the person finally entered the room.

          “Oh…my god…” Jimin gasped, while your jaw slackened; you were speechless.

           With a huge smirk planted on his face and with a suave tug at his fitted suit top, he stood confidently before everyone.

           "Hello, I’m that very important person.“ His eyes twinkled mischievously as it landed on you and Jimin. "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all." 

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PART 3