Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.
Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.
Gemini: Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I love your mind, I think that’s my favourite thing of yours, you tell me so much I cannot help but wonder the things you leave unsaid.
Cancer: Lovely eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always said that, people who can feel so much have the capacity to be the kindest. How have you not broken yet? I think I can admire that. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered.
Leo: It’s enamouring, how full of life you are - your soul could rival the sun, it’s as if you shimmer with the promise of eternal bliss. Perhaps that’s why you so easily win the hearts of all; so golden and glamorous. I’ve always said your gaze held the most wonderful of stars, even now I can still count them; youthful and shining. I think it might be impossible to ever fully hate you, your warmth is far too compelling.
Virgo: I find it odd that you can’t see your beauty, it’s always been so obvious to me. Why must you be so harsh to yourself? Especially when you’re so obviously perfect. I think it’s your innocence that draws me in most, always so pure and lovely; like the sweetest rose. I wish I could win your heart, but I know I’m undeserving. Yet there’s a gentleness in you I can’t help but have.
Libra: Ah, Aphrodite’s purest creation - how could you not adore such a thing? There’s a sweet nostalgia of love about you that makes my heart ache; as if I miss a love I never had. I think your nativity is what makes you so pure amongst the rest of us. There’s an underlying softness to everything you do.
Scorpio: I don’t think there are enough words to describe you, your depths are unfathomable. I think here lies the true meaning of profound. There’s a frustrating beauty in you I can’t seem to point out, perhaps it’s because it’s so buried. You are kind, so very kind, I don’t understand where people see your darkness. Or perhaps I do. I think it’s in your eyes, how dark they seem even when you smile. They’re the eyes of someone who has seen tragedies, yet you arose from them with a certain light and grace that can’t help but seem lovely.
Sagittarius: An adventurer, a wandering soul always searching for its next quest - you’ve danced with the sun and conversed with the stars. The universe knows you better than you know yourself. You are wild and brimming with the promises of life, so much too see, so much to learn! There is truly nothing more lovely than the life of one who experiences, I see the whole world when I’m with you.
Capricorn: Cold eyes and shy smiles, I know you’re gentler than you believe. Your stars are least private in December, perhaps that’s why it’s my favourite month. I admire your patience the most, it brings peace to my fiery spirit. It’s funny, how unemotional you portray yourself - your soul warming smile contradicts that in every way, it’s unexpected yet not at all surprising.
Aquarius: The ruler of rebellion, invention and revolution - it’s as if you shake the world awake. Your mind is the strangest place I love to be in, show me all your thoughts; especially the ones you’d never think of sharing. A lover and a loner, detached yet still connected, you always leave me wondering.
Pisces: The moon tells me tales of your heart every month when she’s full and shining, I wonder how it hasn’t burst yet. She tells me there’s a beautiful idealism to you, I don’t think there’s a single dream you haven’t dreamt. I think it’s beautiful, how such a pure soul can exist. My heart aches when I hear the stars whisper soft words of comfort you every night you disappear into yourself; licking wounds and drowning in sorrows - your sensitivity is what’s most raw. I hope one day you can find your heart.
Summary: Heading to Pops after the reoccurring verbal fight between your sibling and Dad, your boyfriend notices how tired you look. Admitting the fighting he takes you to his favourite place to wait for to calm down. Things get heated quick between Jughead and you.
Characters: Jughead x reader, Hermione Lodge, and Archie Andrews (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also want to clarify, in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is based on the series not the comics.
Warnings: Fluff, mention of fighting, and smut
Tagging: At the bottom
A/N Someone posted wanting Jughead smut because there isn’t. Under the forever tags I’m adding them to a Riverdale taglist. If you want off please let us know.
The night was cold, the type of cold that seeped through the thickest of jackets and clung for hours. The type that made you think that you would die from hypothermia at any point despite compelling evidence that it wasn’t possible. You were trying to get away from the fighting between your sibling and father.
Lately it seemed that the sounds in the house were the screaming match that went down every night when you tried to sleep. You would sneak out half an hour into the fight and you always walked yourself to Pop’s for a milkshake. It was getting around that your home life was terrible.
“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake this time.” You mumbled digging into your pocket for change.
“It’s on the house.” Mrs. Lodge smiled seeing the pain and fatigue clinging on your features.
Normally you would argue that but as of lately you didn’t have the energy to do anything so you nodded before sitting down in a booth. It was late so you were one of the very few people sitting in the diner. You barely noticed the person that sat down in the booth until they spoke.
You looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you concerned, taking in the inky colours underneath your eyes. It wasn’t hard to see that sleep had evaded you for the last little while. It was concerning for Jughead.
“Hey.” You smiled placing your hands back into your lap while Jughead ran his eyes across your features, “Something wrong Jug?”
“Why are you here so late?”
“The truth.” Jughead firmly said.
“I haven’t been sleeping.” You admitted, “I can’t fall asleep in a house where screaming takes place every night. There’s no peace at all.”
Jughead’s heart broke when the tears gathered as your voice broke in synch with his heart. You were normally one of the strongest girls he had ever known. When you learnt about his home situation you had fought him to tell the Andrews, despite Fred being a main reason why Jughead didn’t have a home anymore.
“Oh.” Jughead breathed sliding into your side of the booth instead. He wrapped his long arms around your shaking frame, leaning his chin on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “Why are you out so late Jug?”
“Couldn’t write in the house. I’m so used to writing with you by my side or in here. I have words racing in my head but I couldn’t write with Archie playing his songs. He’s an amazing singer but those songs aren’t putting me in the writing mood.”
You chuckled as Jughead pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were still wired so Jughead gripped your hand and tugged you out of the diner. The milkshake forgotten and if Hermione Lodge was being truthful, she hadn’t started making it when Jughead showed up.
You knew that he could see that you wouldn’t be able to sleep for awhile so he did something he knew you would like. The Twilight Drive-In was still in the process of being demolished but the shack that Jughead had slept in still stood.
“Aren’t we trespassing?” You mumbled walking in while Jughead made sure the coast was clear.
“Probably.” He shrugged, “I know you though.”
You chuckled as the two of you dropped to the bed in silence. Jughead was different when it was just the two of you and not around your peers. You each had an uncanny distaste for public displays of affection to the disappointment of Kevin.
“Do you remember when I invited you here for our first date?” Jughead asked putting his arm around your shoulders.
“Of course I do!” You laughed.
“Movies, and when the second movie started I couldn’t help myself from kissing you.” Jughead whispered leaning his forehead against yours. The atmosphere got charged when he pressed his lips against yours.
“I remember you pulled back and I crashed mine against yours.” You breathed.
“I don’t…” Jughead trailed off before, “Can you refresh my memory?”
Without another word you pushed your body onto his lap and pushed his hat off his head. Your lips moved against each other passionately as you gasped when Jug’s hand came to rest of your thigh.
Jughead pulled away to trail his lips down your neck to suck on your collarbone. You released a breathy moan as you clenched his hair in your hands, arching into his chest. You took pride in knowing you had turned him on.
“Y/N…” Jughead breathed as you rubbed yourself on his hard on. He moaned as his head rested on your chest before gripping your hips in a bruising hold.
He pressed his hands on your hips down as he slowly dragged you up and down his lap. You hissed when your clit dragged across the zipper of his black jeans. He let go to push his jacket and sweater off his arms before returning his hands back to your hips.
You grinded against him harder both of you hissing and panting as you leaned down. You ran your lips slowly up his jaw, teasingly leaving small bites. You bit him at the same time he groaned lowly.
“I also remember what happened a few dates after that” you said as a smirk crossed your face as you began to speed up.
“You talking about the one that Archie walked in on?” Jughead smirked dragging his hands up under your shirt and pulling it off and onto the floor within seconds.
“More like the one after that.” You breathed slowly dragging his shirt up his body, “The one where we-“
You gasped when you turned flipped onto your back with Jughead hovering above you with one hand trailing fire down your chest to the button of your jeans. He slowly kissed the underside of your jaw while his fingers carefully and awkwardly undid the button and pulled back to remove your jeans.
“I’ll never get out of this.” Jughead whispered, his eyes igniting the fire in you to higher temperatures.
“Jug…please.” You whispered pulled him back down onto your body. The start had been intense but it slowed down, possibly because of the awkwardness, to wear you caressed each others skin.
You made quick work of Jughead’s black jeans by shoving them off by your feet along with his boxers. You moaned taking in his size despite it not being the first time you had seen each other naked.
“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’d prefer the soft, supple skin.”
With shaking fingers Jughead couldn’t entirely release your bra clasps with fluid movements but that was okay. With an apology breathed into the crook of your neck you switched positions with Jughead, now you straddled his thighs as you swiftly removed your underwear. Jughead had taken the time to stroke himself.
You took your tall and lean boyfriend splayed out on the cot with his green eyes darkened with desire and his tongue running over his swollen lips. Your heated gaze raked over his form from his ruffled raven hair going everywhere both from his hat and your fingers.
You didn’t even notice that his free hand had moved to the apex of your thighs. It never failed to amaze you how his touch could make you nearly collapse. You felt more than saw him move to lean against the wall and drag you up. In unison Jughead and you hissed as you sank down on him.
Jughead had this thing where he wouldn’t let either of you move as he let the feeling overpower him. A beat later he had you bouncing using his power as you felt boneless before you met him thrust for thrust. Swivelling your hips as you sank down you had Jughead gasping.
“Oh god.” You breathed squeezing your eyes closed as Jughead’s thumb pressed into your clit, “Holy sh-“
“I’m c-lose.” Jughead exclaimed tugging you down with his other hand. You ground your hips gripping his hair tightly. With a harsh brush against your clit you fell into your climax
Jughead got off on the way you came. You’re skin would colour into the most beautiful pink he had ever seen. Your toes and fingers would curl together while your nose crinkled at the strongest crest. Your hair would be a halo around your head and his favourite part was when his name fell from your lips like a raindrop from a flower petal.
Breathing was difficult as you both came down from your highs shaking from the intense love-making. Jughead dragged you down to lay down but the chill in the room caused goosebumps to raise on your body.
“We should probably go home.” Jughead breathed, “Getting caught by the cops in here wouldn’t be fun.”
“Yeah.” You yawned, “Do you want to stay over at my place?”
“What about your-“
“You know my parents love you. They’re fine with you staying if the door isn’t closed all the way.” You whispered.
In a comfortable silence you dressed quickly, only this time Jughead’s sweater was wrapped around you. In typical fashion it was much too big on you but in your rush to get out of your house you had grabbed the thinnest sweater you had by accident. Jug’s hat was back on his head and his arm was around your shoulder.
Jughead had a lot of shades to himself where he was a novelist, student, best friend and boyfriend. He was sarcastic and intelligent with a certain way of words. He was cool and collected with a witty remark to anything but he was different behind closed doors. Sex with Jughead wasn’t the smooth sailing in tv shows and movies but instead it was true with awkwardness that dissipated when you got more and more well versed with each others bodies.
“I love you.” Jughead whispered into your hair when you were asleep in his arms in the safety of your room. He didn’t say it often but he showed it a lot. Jughead loved you even if he didn’t say the words and you returned the same feelings.
Say something that would make me flush Yoongi: You wanna come to my house
Is there any similarities between oppa and me? ㅠㅠ (please) Yoongi: The fact that we love each other
Yoongi oppa! Every time I see you, I just end up complimenting you! Why am I like this? Yoongi: Because you have fallen for me
I went to the Mokdong fansign event, but I couldn’t speak properly since my bias is Yoongi. I could’t even make eye contact with him, he noticed and looked at me from below. He said: “are you really not going to look at me in the eye?? Huh? Look at me ㅇㅇah~” I nearly screamed and my face was burning hot.
Yoongi: Welcome~~ Fan: My bias is you oppa ㅠㅠ I came all the way from Busan (rural area) by the intercity bus to see you guys. Oppa, I bought some bath bombs for you but I don’t know if you’d like it or not, please take it. Yoongi: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ omg, you know that I like taking baths? Fan: I heard about it so ㅠㅠ (suddenly teared up because I was so happy and Yoongi was startled) Yoongi: Don’t cry don’t cry, it’s true that I like taking baths. I like it so I’ll use it well. Fan: Oppa, you have to remember me ㅠㅠ! Yoongi: Of course I will remember you, you’re so pretty. (Thinking about it now still makes my heart flutter. Everyone, Min Yoongi has gone crazy and next fansign Min Yoongi you said you will remember me)
This was my first time going to BTS fansign, so I was really nervous and my hands were shaking. When I was in the queue to get my album signed, I really wanted to run away but it was my turn to get signed from Yoongi. I was shaking so much I couldn’t even flip to his page, then he said he will do it instead and he asked: “why are you shaking?” I replied: “because I’m really nervous.” Then he said: “it’s not easy to come (to an fansign) won’t you be upset if you didn’t even look at me, let’s look at each other for 5 seconds.” So I made eye contact with him, my mind went blank and felt like my heart was going to jump out. Suddenly, Yoongi said: “you didn’t know that 10 seconds have passed right? See, you can look at me in the eye.” When he was signing, he asked if I had anything I wanted to say to him, so I confessed my love to him in a goat’s voice. He said: “since you’ve practiced with me, don’t be nervous when you go to the next member and say what you want to say to them. I’ll keep watching you.”
Yoongi actually remembers the people who came to the fan signs Fan: Oppa, do you remember me? Yoongi: ?? You’ve never attended (unconcerned)
Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.
Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.
It was a September foggy morning when we met. I caught your eyes and something inside me in that very moment just knew you were trouble. Maybe because you held that cigarette in a certain way, or maybe was the way you used to pronounce my name, always in a low tone, like you were tasting every single syllable in your lips. It made me shiver and it made me uncomfortable, and something along the lines of getting out of my comfort zone for a while made you just irresistible.
You told me you weren’t nice to people because when you are you get hurt and fucked over, I told you I had the same problem. And then a month later, I broke down my shell for you and was nice, I showed you I actually cared. I guess that was my mistake, because you were no different from the rest. I guess you were so scared of being fucked over you decided to screw me over instead.
And there was this day when I woke up and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I stood there in front of you, shaking as I gathered up all of my courage and asked, “Do you hate me?”
You gave me that stupid, skeptical look. “Of course not.”
You looked into my eyes with those beautiful amber pools, the ones no one had ever bothered to notice except me.
“You’re always so kind to me.” Those words shot through my heart like an arrow. Tears started to spill down my somber cheeks.
“Then why are you always so cruel to me?” I whispered. Then it hit me. Like a truck, right through my heart. And in that moment my brain knew, what my heart just wasn’t ready to realize.
I loved you. I saw the future, the brightness and the fireworks.
You kinda liked me. You saw the milky skin, the soft hair and the red lips.
The edge of your lips tasted like desire catching fire.
And mine, like a mix of true love and a sweet romance.
You never wrote me poems. And I am still writing about you.
We were never in love. We would fuck in you car or on your bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while I was crying.
We saw each other naked so often I have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. You ripped my underwear off. You always liked me more when I was vulnerable. I woke you up with kisses, you woke me up with hickies.
And for a long time, I thought they were the same thing.
I asked you once while we both got drunk why it was that I could write novels about you until the words got tired of being anagrams of your name — but at the same time you would never reciprocate. You took a sip of your drink, blew a smoke ring and broke it with your finger.
“Dunno,” you said. We would fuck again later. And that to me, was the closest I was of being loved, adored, liked, worshiped even. But it was not even close to that.
It was carnal, pathetic and almost disgusting. Those are the only adjectives I can give to our so called relationship.
“Is it a crime to be halfway in love with someone?” I used to ask in those drunk moments, the tears I would never let you see, always stinging.
“Can I still feel something for you, after we told each other everything. After you betrayed and lied and never listened to me?” You would meet my eyes, looking confused as if you never promised anything, and it was true, you never did.
“You don’t have to feel anything. Maybe it’s better if you don’t.”
I did messed up all the lines from the Great Gatsby. I fell for all the wrong reasons. You had a green light smile with a gun prodding the center of my back, and I was so lost in your senseless acts that I, for a long time, thought it could be close to love.
And my love for you was like a penny. It wasn’t much, but it’s all I had, and you threw it on the ground like it was nothing.
I craved that side of you that you didn’t show to anyone else.
You only craved the parts of me that was exposed to everyone else.
I said I loved you.
You said that the difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.
To sum up, I saw someone worth falling for, you saw a body and a potential fuck.
I once found you sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when I was young.
“God,” you said, “I really fucked you up.” And then finally, my last words, “I hope it hits you like a truck every time you hear my name that you never fucked me up. But how badly you fucked us up.”
And like that, you broke the heart. I never even knew I had. I remember talking with my best friend once I left you. She asked if I really were in love with you.
I had never realized that, after all you’d put me through, no one had ever even asked me that.
Within milliseconds everything came rushing back to my mind. I thought of all the 3 am conversations and secret shared glances in the hallway. I thought of how I opened my heart to you and let you in like I hadn’t done in a really long time. I thought of how you ripped it straight out of my chest and tore it to pieces. I thought of the 3 am tears shed into my pillow and the texts left unopened. I thought of how you broke my heart, and how you were the first person to ever do that.
I closed my eyes as four of the most important words I had ever spoken were about to come out of my mouth.
“No, no I wasn’t.”
I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.
And loving you? That was impossible. You were worth a fuck, not a lifetime story.
hkjfkndzx I really liked the enemies to lovers one !!!!!! can we get on for yoongi ?
you work at a coffee shop that’s pretty popular and tbh you’re a good barista,,,,,,like you’re nice and you wish everyone a great day,,,,,but you do have ONE pet peeve
and that pet peeve is people who talk on the phone while they’re ordering,,,,,just because,,,,,,,it’s rude
like how are you supposed to catch their order in between a bunch of conversation that has nothing to do with you???
but thankfully, most people either put the phone down or excuse themselves from the line if they have a call
the first time he stopped by the cafe he was mumbling low into his phone, telling someone named hoseok that he didn’t know where jungkook was - he wasn’t his dad
and you’d been like ok,,,that sounds kinda serious a missing friend so you thought he’d just step to the side
BUT ,,,,,, he didn’t
he stood there taking before glancing up at you with the most apathetic look in his eyes and going “well, aren’t you going to ask me what i want?”
you’d sort of stuttered in response because,,,,,what?
but snapping out of it you picked up a cup and went “what will you have?”
but,,,,,he’d just went back to whispering on his phone and if it weren’t for your boss standing five feet away at the latte machine you might have crushed the cup in your hand out of frustration
long story short he’d given you a bleak ‘iced whatever but not vanilla’ and you’d grumbled to yourself that that wasn’t an order
but the line was getting long and begrudgingly you just caved and said “ok, your name?”
with that he’d stepped to the side and you,,,,,,holding the sharpie marker in your hand began to write ‘y-,,,,,,,,yoongus’
and you didn’t know WHY you wrote something that ridiculous. but you did
but it looked like he never noticed because the next day you saw him again,,,,,,,texting this time and saying iced whatever and you,,,,,,,couldn’t stop yourself at this point
for the next two weeks it was just you misspelling his name every way possible; “moongi, yongs, yams, yoonlee, yahoo, yuckngi, yesterday, goongi, yoyo, etc”
and him either not caring or not noticing because he’d come in,,,,,,and even when the other barista would call out ‘yams’ he’d be like ‘mine’ and leave
not sparring ONE glance back at you
until,,,,,,one day he came in and to your shock,,,,,,he wasn’t on his phone
instead he’d strolled up to the counter 20min before closing and you’d sighed getting your sharpie ready to write something that definitely wasn’t yoongi
when he motioned to the cup and was like “get it right this time.”
crinkling your nose you murmured that oh,,,,he finally noticed
and yoongi, without looking at you went “of course i did, here im going to spell it to you get ready”
biting back the urge to tell him that you very well knew how to spell his freaking name you waited
until yoongi’s eyes dropped from the menu and met yours,,,,,a small smile on his face
(that you had to admit was cuter than you expected it to be,,,,,,,,,,,anyway)
and he repeats a list of numbers and you’re like ???? is this some kind of joke because of how ive kept misspelling ur name????? are u giving me your name in some kind of scientific code?????
yoongi shakes his head at your expression and goes “it’s my number.”
shocked,,,,,,you feel the sharpie fall out of your hand and you’re like “w-why your number????”
yoongi tilts his head and goes “only people im dating can call me yongs, yams, or yahoo.”
and with that he turns to leave but stops at the door and goes “this place closes in five right, ill wait and we can go get dinner together - on me.”
and as you watch the door close behind him,,,,,you blink and feel your heart speed up in your chest and you’re like no no no i cant like him he’s,,,,he’s,,,,,,,,
but also,,,after your shift you see him,,,, leaning against the side of the building,,,,,and your heart speeds up again and ok dammit u might just wanna see where this goes,,,,,,with yongs- i mean yoongi
Every time I hear you name, my heart aches.
But I smile and pretend not to care.
And every time someone asks me about you
And why we broke up,
I smile and say it didn’t work out.
Every time time some one asks me if I miss you
I shake my head and say no.
Hoping no one notices the pain it’s causes me
To even think about you.
Because no matter how long it’s been
I still miss you, terribly.
◇ i havent updated in agesss lordt im sorry guys but i hope you enjoy this!! The last part in the tfs series 🤗
You woke up the day after you sent Jeon your thanks for the previous night’s escapade, not an inkling of a hangover because you didn’t drink. You almost wished you had, though, because at least then you could blame your actions on your tipsy brain and not your very alert and well-aware mind.
But no, you weren’t under any kind of influence when you let Jeon Jungkook tug apart your legs and eat you out like a man starved, and you were definitely in your right mind when you got home and stripped down and took the most flattering picture you could take before sending it to him. You had no idea what consequences your decisions would reap but you were only hoping that, if anything, nothing would change.
But in the days that followed your exchange of… intimate media with Jeon Jungkook, however, it was as though he was everywhere you went.
In the supermarket when you were picking up broccoli after Jennie read an article about college students not eating enough greens — in the coffee shop on campus before one of your lectures, where he stole one of your muffins and left you only with a cheeky grin and a fleeting kiss on the cheek (you try not to linger on how almost romantic that particular run-in was), and more that included the campus library and the park as just a few.
He didn’t try to push anything — he didn’t ask for a kiss, or another picture, or try and coerce you into another night together. It almost seemed as if you’d reached a ceasefire with your little game. Maybe your whole fiasco with Namjoon, and Jungkook’s favour, and your repayment had brought you both to a common ground of some sort. You didn’t fight to make him lose control and he didn’t fight to make you squirm in the best way possible.
It seemed more domestic than whatever it was you had signed up for, yet — and you weren’t about to admit it to anyone — you didn’t mind it.
The dryer vibrates underneath you, making your body shake with every spin of the drum. Your legs kicked back and forth, ears plugged with music and eyes shut tiredly. It’s Saturday morning, the Saturday of a boring and draining week that you were ecstatic was finally over. Unfortunately, sleeping in was to be left for tomorrow — after fighting to find clothes to wear on Wednesday through Friday, you reluctantly admitted that you needed a visit to the laundromat. So here you are, dressed in day-old sweatpants and a gigantic hoodie, flip-flops hanging off your feet at 9:47 on a Saturday.
There’s only a few others here; and old lady washing bunches of blankets, a middle-aged man stuffing what looks suspiciously like a body pillow into the dryer, a fellow college student almost falling asleep leaning on the washing machines.
You, yourself, settled onto the dryer seconds after turning it on, propping your head against the wall behind you. The melodious sound of Rihanna and Kendrick Lamar was doing a good job of lulling you to sleep, pulling you deeper and deeper into dreamland…
You don’t know how long you had drifted off for, but when you wake up you’re leaning against something warm and distinctly alive that was definitely not there before. Cautiously, you lift your head from what you can tell is a shoulder, eyes trailing up to meet the eyes of—
“Jeon Jungkook,” you state groggily, eyes narrowing as you yank your earphones from your ears. “What do you think you’re doing, creep?”
“Don’t thank me,” he replies smoothly, not looking up from his phone. “I put a second load in the dryer for you. Cute panties, by the way.“
"I’m kidding,” he scoffs, a grin tugging at his cheeks as you punch his shoulder roughly. He grabs your shoulders jokingly in an effort to push you away, his giggles unconsciously making you laugh yourself. “I’m not disgusting."
"Yeah, you are,” you murmur, smirking as you settle back into your position. His shoulder is strangely comfy and he smells nice, too… What detergent does he use?
“When did you even get here?“
"Like twenty minutes ago.” He shrugs. “You were about to fall over so I made the ultimate sacrifice and gave up my shoulder for you."
"Gee,” you began sarcastically, “Thanks."
"I know,” he says, nodding. You watch in interest as he pockets his phone, finally leaving you both with nothing else except the dryer underneath you and the wall against your backs. “If I was a bad person I’d ask for a payment…"
"Payment,” you chortle. “I gave you payment enough just days ago. Or do you not remember?"
"Ah.” His voice takes on a darker, more mischievous tone and you can’t see it but you can imagine that he’s licked his lips. You roll your eyes at his typical fuckboy behaviour. “I remember quite clearly."
"Good,” you agree, lifting your head from his shoulder and slipping from the dryer once it stops shaking. “Because that’s the only one you’re getting."
"Only one I need, baby.” Another shrug, and he leans back and watches you with those darkened eyes and sharp jaw and cheeky smile as you pull your clothes from the dryer.
He walks you home that day, carrying most of your clothes because you complained about your arms hurting and apparently he skipped gym this week, so he deserved it. It’s another oddly domestic encounter, with Jungkook carrying your laundry basket and cracking jokes, and more than just you can definitely see that, if the glances you were receiving as you walk across campus were anything to go off.
You could never truly escape your own thoughts. Even when something wasn’t particularly bothering you your mind would conjure an essay (or two) on why you couldn’t possibly relax until everything was certain.
And at the moment, your mind was pushing your thoughts to two fronts. On one end, you were beating yourself up for the decisions you’d made in the past month (or in the past few months, more like), chastising yourself because whatever inkling of fondness that you were aware was growing for Jeon Jungkook in your chest was not good news. You were so torn between wanting them to stop and not minding when they grew.
On the other end, you were quite… satisfied with where you were going. You (using the term very lightly) liked Jungkook (a bit, you guess) and you were certain that he liked you. He was a devil with his mouth and his hips could go at speeds you didn’t think were possible — and when his fingers pressed against your throat? Yes, please. He was the best lay you’ve had in weeks. You were just uncertain as to how long he could entertain himself with you for, and if you could handle whatever feelings were sprouting inside you before he inevitably broke things off.
Jeon Jungkook was Jeon Jungkook, after all, and you weren’t going to humour yourself with the idea of ‘taming’ him, or something along those lines — even though (and you would never admit it) you wanted to. You and Jungkook, despite your petty arguing and competitiveness, were compatible in a way that nobody else was to you. And that both irritated you and made your heart flutter, albeit reluctantly.
Trying to distract yourself once again, you switch on your phone, scrolling through your timeline boredly but itching to enter your chat with Jungkook again. The last thing that had been sent was your photo and message.
Every once in a while, when a post of his would pop up, you would humour yourself with rolling your eyes at every fake-deep caption and scoffing inwardly at his attempts at jokes (which are actually funny, but again, you weren’t about to admit that to anyone). The one post that draws the most attention from you is a completely black photo, but the caption is what interests you:
u ever wanted to b w someone so bad that u miss them even when uve spent most of ur time thinkin about them or with them?
Out of interest, your eyes flicker to the date the post was put up, only to recoil when you realised it was put up mere hours ago.
The first comments you see are from another one of Jungkook’s friends, Jung Hoseok. Sounds like love to me bro 👀👀.
Shit, u rite, Jungkook had replied, the words sending your heart into a frenzy. He couldn’t be… possibly… referring to you? Or was it all just wishful thinking?
But never mind what you decided it was, because quite literally a few seconds after contemplating the matter your phone buzzes, and an Instagram notification swings down onto the top of your screen.
goldenboi97 [12:41]: u up?
You bite your lip, wondering if you should reply and what with. It normally wasn’t this hard to talk to him but with the knowledge (or what you think is knowledge) of his feelings weighing down on your shoulders, you feel pressured to reply the way he expects you to reply — as if you should mould yourself into the person he sees you as.
Don’t be stupid, you chide to yourself as you tap to open the chat fully. If he likes you so much he’ll take what he’s given.
goldengirl [12:41]: its like midday y would i still b sleeping
goldenboi97 is typing… Your heart hammered and you shook your head, shaking your limbs to shake yourself from your funk. Why was it that when you weren’t directly with him the mere thought of him drowned you in your own nerves? Yet when you stood face to face it was like your brain forced you to become some confident, smooth-talking woman.
goldenboi97 [12:42]: idk, u might be tired after running thru my mind all day 😏
You huffed a laugh at the sheer corny-ness emanating from the text, rolling your eyes as you type out a reply.
goldengirl [12:43]: just wondering how many times youve used that line tbh
goldengirl [12:43]: Dont u get tired of tryna pick up girls. More specifically me
You tap out of the conversation, scrolling through your explore page once more, liking photos and tagging your friends in certain posts. You almost miss the notification from Jungkook that comes just a few minutes later.
goldenboi97 [12:44]: depends on if theyre u or not
goldenboi97 [12:46]: its fun to use pick up lines on u
goldenboi97 [12:46]: besides baby u love them
You stare at the screen for a second, trying to ignore the shiver sent up your spine at his pet name, or how he conveniently knew you that well.
goldengirl [12:48]: shut uppp
goldengirl [12:48]: u sound like a twelve year old
He must still be in the chat, because the little seen pops up immediately below your texts. Once again, goldenboi97 is typing appears just below it.
goldenboi97 [12:48]: im ur 12 year old
goldenboi97 [12:49]: aight that was cheesy ill show myself out
goldengirl [12:49]: yeah lmao
goldengirl [12:49]: its cute tho
Shit, shit, shit. You were absolutely not meant to type that. Your whole body seizes up and locks as you stare in horror at the three dots that tease you once more, before disappearing off of the page for a good minute until they make another appearance. In the meanwhile, your mind races with the possibilities of what he could be typing, or thinking.
goldengirl [12:50]: i mean like not in a romantic way in a completely platonic way
goldenboi97 [12:50]: youre adorable
goldenboi97 [12:50]: but i guess in a completely platonic and not at all romantic way at ALL
goldenboi97 [12:51]: not romantic. Nope
It takes everything you have to not squeal into your pillow at his insinuations. You’ve never been the type of girl to get so excited over a boy, nevermind the type of boy that Jungkook was, but you’re too preoccupied to care.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jeon,” Jungkook murmurs in frustration, a hand swiping up his face and through his hair. The source of his vexation stares back at him, illuminating his face with white light.
I kinda like u and i know what we’ve had has been exclusively sexual but idk. That’s what typed into his text bar, and the enter button is haunting him. God, the weight it’d take off his shoulders if he just sent the damn text, but contrary to popular belief, Jungkook did actually have fears: rejection from a girl he seriously likes is one of them.
“What’s wrong?” Taehyung speaks up from across the room, glancing up from his own phone. His head lifts from where it was resting on his hand and a teasing smile graces his lips. “You get curved?”
“Nah,” Jungkook mutters, flipping his phone between his hands. “About to though, probably.”
“Do tell,” Taehyung urges, plopping his phone down in a way that tells Jungkook that he isn’t going to be leaving until Taehyung knew every detail.
“Nothing to tell,” Jungkook grunts, shrugging nonetheless. “I’m trying to talk up this girl. She’s more than likely gonna turn me down.”
The thought made him sick. How was he supposed to tell you his feelings without sounding like a hypocritical idiot? How would he convince you to believe him?
God, a few months ago the idea of this would’ve made him laugh. It was always easy for him to pick up and drop girls like they were nothing — he had no clue of what was different about you but if the thoughts of you constantly plaguing his mind and the thumping of his heart when you were around was anything to go on, he was sure that he liked you. A lot.
“You seem more bothered with that than you should be.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees, staring quietly at the sentence just waiting to be sent, his thumb hovering nervously over the enter button. “I am.”
(He doesn’t end up sending the message for one reason and one reason only: fear.)
“You and Jungkook seem to be chatting an awful lot,” Rose comments as another notification lights up your screen. You shrug, pretending to brush it off while you set your fork on the edge of your plate and reply to his text. “That’s it? A shrug?"
"What do you want?” You mumble distractedly, before you put your phone back and return to devouring your pancakes. “There’s nothing to tell.”
Rose’s eyes narrow as she reaches behind her to another table to steal their maple syrup, pouring a generous amount over her plate. “I’m just saying that it’s weird how you hated him just, like, three weeks ago."
"And now you’re texting and stuff. I just don’t want you to get into something without knowing what’s really going on. You could get hurt."
"Thanks for caring,” you say sincerely, “but I’m a big girl. I know what I’m getting into."
She hums suspiciously, playing with her fork. "If this turns out bad I’m gonna tell you I told you so—"
"You ladies want anything else?” A voice asks suddenly, drawing your attention from Rose and her lecture. It’s a decently tall man, with tanned skin and a small nose and a beaming smile that’s much too bright for this time of morning. He looks weirdly familiar, but you try not to creep him out with staring. “Coffee? Extra pancakes?"
"Um, we’re good,” Rose replies nicely, smiling. She glances at you as you finish the last morsel of food on your plate. “Actually, can we get the bill?"
"Bill?” He echoes, a brow raising. He shakes his head, slyness slinking into his smile. You’re startled when his eyes settle on you. “For Kookie’s girl? It’s fine — on the house.” J
ung Hoseok — that’s why he was so bloody familiar looking. He was one of Jungkook’s buddies, close enough for Jungkook to think of him as a brother — but that wasn’t relevent at the moment when all you could think about is the odd mixture of elation, confusion, embarrassment and horror that takes control of your body.
“Me? Jungkook and I— we—” You splutter uselessly, gaping as Hoseok winks and begins to turn. “I am not Jeon Jungkook’s girl—!"
Rose places a hand over yours frantically. "Stop! We’re getting free breakfast!”
You deflate, pouting as Rose gathers her things before you too get ready to leave, head still swimming from what you were feeling.
(You coincidentally don’t confront the giddiness that you felt at the thought of being Jungkook’s, but that’s another story for another day.)
It feels like forever since Jungkook has actually attended a lecture. They weren’t mandatory for this class, after all, and with them being first thing in the morning he more often than not opted to sleep in rather than haul his ass to class. If it weren’t for Jin, actually, he’d still be in bed instead of a crowded lecture hall, filled to the brim with the tired, coffee-fueled zombies that were his fellow college students.
He’s slumped onto his desk, laptop bright and unused in front of him. Chatter drifted through the air with every minute that passed without the professor, and although he was sat beside friends and could spot many a familiar face within the room, he was too tired to begin a conversation. And he really wasn’t planning to, because Jin had already spoken to him about his temper, but when he heard the two snot nosed boys talking a few rows in front of him, he couldn’t help himself.
“She’s got a tight ass. You see her at Jackson’s last party? Was this close from goin’ up to her and taking her home—"
”Everyone was, bro. Jeon’s one lucky fucker — if she was mine, though, I wouldn’t be so open-handed with her—“
"Good thing she’s not though, huh?” Jungkook called gruffly, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. He sees them stiffen, throwing their eyes behind them to see who had eavesdropped on their conversation. They shift uncomfortably as Jungkook continues, “Next time you decide to talk ‘bout how much you wanna fuck someone make sure their fuckin’ man isn’t in the room, huh?”
Their cheeks are flushing red as they turn back to the front of the room. Jungkook was about to continue if it wasn’t for the hand that pats his arm, stirring him from his anger. Taehyung raises an eyebrow warningly, sending Jungkook a weird look that makes the younger man huff and pull his arm away, only muttering, “They’re fuckin’ disgusting."
Taehyung moves to open his mouth but he’s interrupted by the professor — an excellently timed entrance that Jungkook sighs in relief for, knowing that he’s not ready for the conversation Taehyung was definitely going to initiate.
He suffers for an hour and a half through the professor’s drawling and Taehyung’s curious looks, and by the time it’s time to leave he’s certain that he’s about to jump over every table and sprint as far away as he can. He packs away his laptop with the energy of one hundred toddlers with a sugar high, a spring in his step as he passes past his professor with a wave of his hand—
"So it’s official?” Taehyung asks casually from besides Jungkook. Jungkook sighs in exasperation; in his rush to leave he hadn’t escaped his friend. “You and _____?"
"Nothing’s confirmed,” he grumbles, unconsciously stopping when Taehyung stops to drink from a water tap. Jungkook puts his hands in his pocket, eyes drifting leisurely over campus. “I don’t even know if she wants more than… Whatever we have."
"That’s a stretch away from calling yourself her man, dude,” Taehyung whistles, lifting his mouth momentarily, “Whatever, though. Listen, Jimin’s having another get together tonight. Somethin’ small—"
"By small, you mean at most a hundred, right?” Jungkook huffs a laugh, leaning against the wall next to Taehyung. “I’ll be there. Probably."
"You should bring ‘your girl’,” Taehyung snickers, grinning devilishly. Jungkook hides an annoyed smile, still focused on his surroundings. The fountain in the centre of campus, spewing crystal water that sparkled in the sunlight. A group of people playing frisbee like they were on the cover of a college brochure. Namjoon obviously trying to chat you up. A crow eating what was left of a student’s sandwich—
Eyebrows knitting together, Jungkook turned his attention back to what had caught his eye. Sure enough, across the gigantic fountain and even then, a few metres beyond that, was you and Namjoon. You were obviously uncomfortable, tugging on your bag strap nervously at the man in front of you. Jungkook could see from his body language that Namjoon was desperately trying to seduce you, with how bit his lip, or gazed down at you darkly. It made Jungkook sick to his stomach, so much so that he doesn’t even notify Taehyung when he strides away from him and towards you.
“—had a good time. Maybe you could come over tonight — have a continuation…?” Jungkook’s reminded of how horrible Namjoon was in bed and the very fact that he’s asking for another night when he didn’t satisfy you and left right after he came made Jungkook scoff internally. He was in no place to ask for another night.
“I—I can’t,” you were saying, fake sincerity pushing into your tone of voice, “I gotta study for for his test—"
"I’ll help you study,” Namjoon interrupted flirtatiously, leaving no room for argument, “I got top of my class last year. I’ll be sure to get you a good grade—"
"Hey, baby,” Jungkook swooped in, swinging an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You jolt, but the relief that shows on your face is clear amidst the confusion. It makes him even more irritated at the oblivious man in front of him, but for your sake, he brushes it off. “I haven’t seen you all week. Missed you, baby."
Namjoon’s face was the epitome of confusion. He watched, eyes narrowed and arms folded as Jungkook pecked the tip of your nose before he turned to him, smiling boyishly. "Hey, Joon. What were you and my girl talking about?"
His words were friendly but his voice told a different tale. You didn’t seem to mind, though, unconsciously burrowing deeper into his side and interlocking fingers with the hand that hung from your shoulder. Namjoon smiles wildly, no emotion reaching his eyes.
"Nothing, nothing. Just, uh, offering to help her study. I actually have to go now, so—"
Jungkook doesn’t even attempt to make it look as if he’s reluctant to see Namjoon go, going as far as to roll his eyes when the man was finally facing away from him. Childish, maybe, but it was the only way he could express his annoyance without starting a fight. When the source of his unpleasant mood has finally disappeared from sight, he sighs in relief, peering down at you. "You okay? Dude wasn’t easing up on you."
"I know,” you agreed readily, “He really just… Did not get any of my signals… Thanks for stepping in, though — you really didn’t have to."
"Course I did.” He frowns. “I… guess I just don’t like seeing you uncomfortable."
At the mention, he slowly slinks his arms away, missing the furrow of your brows when his fingers unlink from yours. Coughing awkwardly, he looks passed you and spots Taehyung, pointing at you and mouthing something vigorously. Ass — no, ask — hair — her to the party.
He rolls his eyes at his flailing friend but turns to you anyway, trying to steady what semblance of nerves he felt. "Listen,” he began, catching your eye, “Uh, Jimin’s having another party or whatever. You wanna go? With me? Or I mean, you could just — go without me, but see me there if you get what I mean—"
"I really can’t,” you say, wincing. “I wasn’t lying when I said I had to study. But maybe another time, yeah?"
"Great, golden boy,” you tease, a smirk settling onto your features. “I gotta go, text me later or something?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook calls after you when you turn on your heel, soon far enough to not hear him or the disappointment hidden in his voice, “I’ll… Definitely do… That…”
"That was rough.“ Taehyung winces pitifully as he appears beside Jungkook, patting his friend’s arm in encouragement. "Look on the bright side, though! She asked you to text her later."
"Everybody says that,” Jungkook grumbles, finally moving his eyes from where you disappeared minutes before. He fidgets with the strap of his bag uncomfortably, desperately wishing that he didn’t look as pouty as he felt. “I need to talk to her — I can’t do it over text."
"She won’t be studying all night.” Taehyung shrugged, nudging Jungkook to start walking. “Just go to her place or somethin’."
Jungkook frowned. He’s been alone with you so many times and seen you at your most vulnerable, but somehow actually going to your place without any ulterior motive felt very, very intimate to him. It’s then that he’s struck with the severity of his feelings — the realisation that this has never happened to him and that he’s completely unprepared makes him uncomfortable; but maybe that’s why he has to do this. If he wants to get serious with you he’s going to have to step out of his comfort zone. Maybe he would pay you a visit.
It takes a few hours for your heart to stop fluttering at the thought of what happened — which is annoying, to say the least, because you’re supposed to studying and you can’t when you find yourself smiling to yourself whenever your mind wanders. Damn Jungkook. Even when he wasn’t around he was driving you crazy.
The way he sauntered up so confidently, the possessiveness that hid in his voice when he addressed Namjoon… You were surprised you remained composed throughout the whole thing. He was the first person that you had experienced such an intense feeling with, and you weren’t completely opposed.
With Jenny gone to Rose’s place for the evening, you have to have some sort of background noise — Love Galore by SZA fills the silence calmly, pushing you to open your books and start studying. So focused on your work you don’t see your phone lighting up multiple times; and, unbeknownst to you, across the city the very fact that you hadn’t noticed was instilling anxiety in the same man that had been driving you insane.
"She’s not answering,” Jungkook mumbles, thumbing his screen, “She hasn’t even read it yet."
Taehyung, in all his drunken glory, sways dangerously, smile delirious and wide. With his arm hazardously placed around Jungkook’s neck and a red cup clutched in his hand, he looks completely in his element. The only thing he was missing was his partner in crime, who was too preoccupied with pouring over his phone instead of drinking.
"Put down your phone,” Taehyung hiccups, “And pick up a drink, my friend! The night is young! We are young—!"
"Do you think she’ll mind if I show up randomly?” Jungkook mutters to himself, chewing his lip anxiously.
Taehyung gives a dramatic groan, sinking into the couch beside Jungkook. “I’m sick of this. Where’s your confidence gone? You’re Jeon Jungkook. You shouldn’t have to go to her. She should come to you."
"I am,” the man himself replies, still uncertain but much steadier. “I… I am."
"You could have any girl in her right now!” Taehyung continues, crowing loudly, “That girl over there’s been giving you the eyes for the last hour. Every time Kang Seulgi passes by she stares at you! You’re. Jeon. Jungkook."
"You know what? I’m gonna go talk to her right now,” Jungkook begins determinedly, “If I hurry, I’ll catch the bus—"
"That’s — that’s not what I was trying to encourage—” Taehyung begins.
“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook says, almost forgetting his jacket on the back of the couch. Across the room, he catches Jimin’s eye; he raises a hand in farewell, receiving a smile in return. He was too busy chatting up some girl, anyway, so there was no point interrupting him. Despite the fact that this was a quote unquote 'small party’, the house was teeming and hard to navigate — Jungkook’s become an expert of sorts when it comes to this though, and finds himself bursting into the cool night just five minutes later.
Teeth chattering, Jungkook hugs his arms closer to himself as he waits for the bus with what little change he happened to have in his jeans. $2.38. That would get him to your dorm, but it definitely wouldn’t get him home. If everything went according to plan, though, he wouldn’t have to go home anyway.
The bus ride is silent, letting Jungkook mull over his thoughts and his nerves bubble. The only other people on the bus are an old lady that doesn’t seem to be getting off anytime soon and a man wearing a tracksuit and eating pizza, so he has no distractions.
When he’s approaching your dorm building, it’s only then that the doubt emerges amongst his confidence. What if you happened to leave to the grocery store right before he arrived? What if you had taken up Namjoon’s offer and he didn’t know? What if he completely misread the signs and you didn’t want anything more like he did?
All his worries melt away when your door opens. The first thing he’s hit with is the sound of music, and then he registers your figure. Your head is leaning against the door frame, body covered with a large hoody and hair piled on top of your head (maybe he gapes for a second, but don’t tell anyone).
“Jungkook?” You ask curiously, “What are you doing here? I thought Jimin was having a party?"
"I—I texted,” he stutters, ignoring your question with a lick of his lips, “I need to talk to you."
“Oh. Okay.” The confusion is clear in your voice but you open your door wider anyway, and he passes by you. He walks into your living room, acknowledging the books splayed out on the coffee table as you shut the door. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your texts. I was, um…"
"Studying.” He shoots you a small smile. “I know."
"Yeah,” you say breathily, sitting yourself opposite him. For a second you just look at him, taking in his appearance absentmindedly, almost forgetting that it wasn’t socially acceptable to just stare at him for 30 seconds straight. “Oh, so — uh, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Us, actually.” He hides the gulp that follows, forcing himself to not fidget nervously. He watches your expression carefully, taking note of the emotions that run over your features; confusion, nervousness, anxiety…
“I’m gonna be completely honest,” he begins with a nervous laugh and cough, hand running over the back of his head. “I’ve never done this before. Like, never. I’ve never been interested in anything more than — than drunken fucks in someone else’s house and it’s confusing as shit but I’ve decided to confront myself on… On, I don’t know, why I want more."
He doesn’t risk a peek at your face. Not until he’s done.
"I’m tryna get everything out so it probably seems rushed and messy as fuck or whatever but that’s that only way I know how to do this so I’m just gonna get on with it and say that I like you. Like, a lot—" He doesn’t need to look up to know that you’re opening your mouth to speak— "Just — just wait a second, okay?
"So we had our whole thing where we tried to rile each other up and see who caved first. And it was fun, it was something different and I appreciated that you could see the playful side of it, you know? I wasn’t lookin’ for anything serious so I liked that and I still do but somewhere along that fucked up line I… God, how do I say this without sounding cheesy? I started liking you. In a completely non-sexual and completely romantic way.
"And I know you may not trust me.” He bites his cheek, eyes focused on his clasped hands. “99% of our entire campus wouldn’t trust me, fuck, I wouldn’t trust me — you have absolutely no reason to and I know I’m rambling but the truth is that I’m too scared to stop talking because you might reject me. I just—” He takes a deep breath, finally meeting your eyes— “I want to make us official.”
His heart is thumping. The adrenaline that buzzes in his limbs makes it hard to focus on anything except the beating in his chest and the flow of his breath into his body. It amplifies every sensation in him and it takes every nerve in his body to stop him from jumping up and pacing.
“Jungkook…” God, you sound so shocked. Was he really that much of a fuckboy? Who was he kidding; of course he was. “I… I really don’t know what to say…"
"I — I can give you time, if you want,” he offers quietly, even though he’s hoping that you’ll give his answer right now.
"I don’t need time.“ You meet his eyes, before you stand from your seat and maneuver around your coffee table. His heart leaps into his throat when you drop onto his lap, leaving you suddenly nose to nose and forehead to forehead. "I don’t think I do, at least."
"You got an answer?” Jungkook breathes, happiness already tugging at his heart.
“I do,” you mumble back, smiling sheepishly. “I was… I was too scared to tell you that I wanted to make us official. I heard that as soon as it’s mentioned you bolt and I… I didn’t want to scare you away."
And he looks into your eyes — really looks — and he’s hit with a sensation so powerful that it almost takes his breath away. He could never put it into words, could never exactly describe it, but it made him feel as if he needed you, so much so that you could never be close enough to him, despite being sat on his lap with your arms on his shoulders and his on your hips. It’s with this sensation still thrumming in his bones that he grasps your jaw and pulls you down to meet his lips, effortlessly locking into place like you were made for each other.
You release a content sigh against his lips, melting against him seconds later, threading your hands through his dark locks and savouring the feeling of his lips on yours. To finally call him yours was a totally different sensation in itself, but to kiss him so deeply as you had never before was overwhelming. You both had tried to avoid the intimacy of sharing too many kisses during your previous escapades, so it was probably the first time you’d kissed him this long.
"As much as I’d love to fuck you right here, right now,” Jungkook panted as he pulled away, lips swollen and pupils blown, “You have a test tomorrow—"
"I can retake it,” you murmur, leaning forward. “Besides, if I have to take the test with you on my brain I’m not going to be able to focus—"
"You’re making excuses."
"I am,” you agree, pecking his lips a few more times. You stop to meet his eyes, cocking your head to the side. “But what really matters now is if you’re going to fuck me like you said you wanted to."
He narrows his eyes, and you can tell that he’s fighting within himself on what to do. Ultimately, his tempation must get the best of him and he’s left cursing to himself as he pulls you back down again.
"You’re too convincing for your own good,” he murmurs, his hand slipping underneath your hoodie and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He toys casually with the band of your bra, letting it snap against your back.
“And you love it.” You diverge your kisses from his lips, to the sharpness of his jaw and down across the expanse of his neck. You finally had enough time to leave marks like you wanted to; you weren’t consumed with mindless or drunken lust like the other times you’d been together, and you found it much more gratifying this way.
You freeze when a breathy moan catches your attention — the result of a particularly hard nip at his pulse point, one that was sure to bruise. You’re sure he can feel the devilish smile that unfurls across your lips when you follow up your first one with many more. “A-ah. Let me have a go, b-baby."
"Can’t you let me have my fun?” You pout playfully. Nevertheless, you roll over until you lay propped up against the cushions on the couch, allowing Jungkook to position himself over you. Hiking a leg around his waist, he lowers himself until the softness of his lips makes contact with your throat. The feeling of him ghosting over the sensitive skin has your breath hitching, but you manage to stop yourself from showing any other signs of pleasure with a tug of your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Gonna mark you up,” Jungkook mutters, almost to himself, “Make everyone know whose you are."
I’m sure everyone already knows, you plan to say, but you’re cut short when Jungkook sucks intensely on a certain area. It’s most definitely going to bruise, with how he’s nipping and tugging and sucking the skin into his mouth like his mouth depends on it.
"I can’t wait,” you grumble, both hating and loving how he he’s taking his time with you. “Hurry up—"
"You can wait,” he responds, but he raises himself to his knees anyway, stopping to admire his work. “You just don’t want to. Maybe I’ve spoiled you too much."
"You haven’t spoiled me enough,” you retort. With a quick wriggle, you’ve thrown the gigantic hoodie you’d been wearing over your head and onto the floor, leaving you in a mismatched pair of underwear that Jungkook stares too long at. “What? Do you know how hard it is to maintain matching underwear?"
"It’s not that.” He shakes his head, and you catch a sheepish grin before it’s covered when he removes his black t-shirt. “You’re cute, is all."
"I could say the same.” You grin coyly, sitting up for a second to undo the clasp of your bra. Pride fills you when you catch him licking his lips at the sight of your bare chest, and while you’d usually tease him about it, you were equally as far gone — it was taking a lot of effort to not run your hands all over the muscular plane of his chest, to paint it bouquets of red and purple…
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he hums, surprising you by suddenly dropping down and placing his lips to your stomach. You run your hands softly through his hair, gazing affectionately down at him as he kisses all over you. “I still want to take my time."
You rolled your eyes, but didn’t complain. Having him slow down made the atmosphere much more intense, more intimate. It didn’t feel like you were about to fuck — it felt like you were about to—
”Makin’ love, love, we makin’ love.“ You hear him sing the words underneath his breath, in perfect pitch to Dean’s voice that was echoing throughout the room. You never knew he could sing, but even from those few seconds you’re already hooked.
"You’re a good singer,” you whisper. His head shoots up, as if he hadn’t meant for you to hear him — but at the sight of your smile, he relaxes, smiling in embarrassment. You smooth your thumb over his locks of hair as he gets lower, and lower, until he’s kissing your clothed pussy and sending tremors of anticipation running through your body.
“Ah." You’re caught off guard when he presses his thumb against your clit through your underwear, rubbing back and forth. Instantly, shocks of pleasure shake your nerves, pushing you to begin rolling your hips towards his hand. He watches leisurely, allowing you to grind against him until a wet patch decorates your underwear.
"Let’s get these off,” he mutters, sitting on his haunches to slip them down your legs. He dives down right after, setting to work on using what wetness seeped from you as a lubricant to rub at your bundle of nerves. “Gotta get you nice and warmed up for me, baby."
"I’m ready,” you whine impatiently. Your actions betray your words, though, with how you desperately buck your hips against his hand, grappling for something to hold onto, “We can take it slow another time— fuck!"
Jungkook took your clit between his lips, flexing his jaw as he suckled it deliciously. His large hands pressed down against your hips, keeping you flush against the couch as he worked his magic. You could feel yourself dripping, no doubt making a mess underneath you, but your mind was too frazzled to care. The lewd sounds coming from his mouth paired with the warmth settling on your skin had your cheeks heating up, your breath catching in your throat as a result. "S—shit, Jungkook…”
"Almost there, baby,“ he said, voice muffled against you. "Just a bit more and you’ll be ready for me, huh?"
The response he gets comes in the form of a groan, one that makes him grin against you. Only a few more minutes of tortuously slow pleasure pass, fire building gradually in the pit of your stomach, so close yet so far from the thing you want most —before he lifts himself, wetness covering his chin and cheeky grin at the sight of you floundering against your couch. Standing, he pushes his jeans to the ground. "You got a condom for me, baby?"
Your hand fumbles to rummage through the drawers on the underside of the coffee table, a place where you and Jennie stuffed anything and everything — bobby pins, hair ties, a chocolate bar, tonnes of paper, a packet of wipes — and, finally, a lone condom that you had shoved in in a panic when your parents came to visit and you needed to hide it quick.
To Jungkook’s surprise, you rise to your knees and shuffle towards his standing form, tearing the plastic open and waiting expectantly for him to pull himself out of his briefs. "I can do it.”
“No, let me.” So he pulls himself out, mentally saving the image of you grasping his half-hard cock in his mind — especially when you lean forward, placing a teasing kiss on the very tip in a way that lets Jungkook know that you’re well aware of the effect you have on him. Seconds later and he’s covered, standing tall and proud against his stomach.
“How do you want it, my girl?” He murmurs, peering down to meet your eyes. His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to hold the contact. Licking your lips, you gaze up at him coyly.
"I want to ride you.“
And he’s quick to oblige — grasping your hips and swapping your positions until he sits underneath you and you kneel over him, leaning back and letting you take the wheel. You sink down on him with a guttural groan just a minute later, unable to look away from him and the furrow of his brows, the clench of his jaw, the rise of his chest. He fills you in a way nobody else ever has, a way that makes your stomach twist in a good way.
When the first inklings of sensitivity ease away to something more bearable, you begin to rise and fall. Your hands cling to the muscle of his shoulders, as if your pleasure increases with the amount of him you touch — and you could see the self control within his eyes leaving with each passing second, with each clench of you around him, every tug of your fingers in his hair, every smack of skin that fills the room.
"So — f-fuckin’ — beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs, running his hands over your body in awe. If you weren’t so preoccupied, you would’ve blushed, or smiled bashfully, but the only thing you can do in the heat of the moment the only thing you can do is yank him closer and give him the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever given. He likes it though, if the deep groan that rumbles within his chest is anything to go by. “Shit."
Your hips are getting sore from moving so quickly but you have to satisfy the throbbing pleasure that had settled and was growing deep within you, whether it made you black out or lose feeling in your limbs or scream. You weren’t far off, anyway, with the pants and groans that Jungkook was pulling from you expertly, with the fingers that were rolling your sensitive nipples or the occasional soft pulls of your hair, or even when he pressed against your throat just right—
Suddenly, he grasps your thighs and stills you, drawing noises of protest from you until he pulls your forehead to his shoulder and winds his arms around you, making you as compact as possible. One hand on your ass and the other on the back of your head, he begins to buck his hips into you in the completely right spot, saturating your nerves with pleasure so white-hot that you can’t find it within yourself to make any sounds. You sit, limp against him, taking whatever he was giving you.
The feeling of him completely surrounding you warmed you up from the inside out. His arms, warm and heavy 'round your body, his shoulder pressed against your face, his cock drilling inside you, his pelvis grinding against your clit— fuck—
"Jungkook,” you whimper, voice muffled by his shoulder, “I—I—"
"That’s okay, baby,” he grunts, sounding just s wrecked as you felt, “That’s okay. Let yourself go — cum all over me, come on—"
The last thing that you remember before blacking out is too much pleasure to handle and your own breathlessness, then the sound of Jungkook’s final groans in your ear as he finishes right after you.
"You’re telling me that you fucked me so hard I passed out?"
Jungkook shrugs, but the pride is clear on his face. "I knew I was amazing, but this is a whole other level."
"I was probaby tired,” you grumble, burying your face into his chest. “So shut up."
Jungkook hums, letting you both fall into silence. It must’ve been an hour or two since you finished, since the digital clock seemed to be telling you that it was nearing 4AM. You woke up completely clean and dressed in your hoodie again, laying flat against Jungkook’s chest. It was then that he filled you in — humour lacing his voice, he told you of how you had slumped onto him when you came, how he had cleaned you with the wipes hidden in the coffee table and then dressed you. He made you eat a cup of instant ramen before he let you lay down again, saying something about having to replenish yourself.
"What happens now?” You ask seconds later, lifting your head. “Between us, I mean."
That evil little part of your brain was telling you that this was a hoax. Jungkook had finally tricked you into sleeping with him again and you had lost because you believed him. It was telling you that Jungkook was going to up and leave like he did with all the other girls and go boast to his equally as bad friends.
Jungkook shrugs. "I told you — I don’t know how to go about this 'boyfriend’ stuff. But—” He pulls your hand from your side, linking your fingers together— “I can learn, right?"
Your heart soars, and you grin, nodding. "Definitely."
So that was the story of how you really did dismantle The Fuckboy Scheme — albeit, not how you planned, but when Jungkook burrows his face into your neck and falls asleep there you can’t find it in yourself to care.
("What the FUCK!"
"Jennie!” You gasp, almost falling from the couch had it not been for Jungkook’s grasp on your hand. Said girl stands in the doorway to your apartment, eyes wide and shocked and horrified and a billion other things you couldn’t hope to identify. “I-it’s not what it looks like?"
"It looks like you and Jeon fucked on our couch—!"
"We did,” Jungkook chimes in, smiling brightly.
“You’re not helping—” You hiss, slapping his chest, only for him to catch your hand in the process.
Jennie watches with a wrinkled nose and folded arms. “I’m only saying this because you’ve walked in on me and Rose so many times, but I’m letting you off this once." She struts towards her bedroom then, mumbling about 'kids these days’ and 'horn dogs’.
"That…” Your eyes narrow. “Was better taken than expected.”
"It’s because we’re adorable.“ Jungkook shrugs, before he yanks you down with what must be all of his strength and cages you against him. "Let’s go to sleep, please. I’m still tired and after that amazing orgasm I’m sure you are too—"
"If I had the strength I would slap you so hard right now."
"Sure you would."
But you’re already asleep, and Jungkook follows almost instantly — and it’s the first time he’s fallen asleep with a smile on his face.)
What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a
little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this
beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired
Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.
rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.
rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex,
dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on
making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.
doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those
pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him,
her fingers pulling his hair.
Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one,
too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in
her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays,
and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.
doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over
and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s
neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His
brothers. His court.
Court of Dreams. It’s like a
bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them
again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.
probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.
is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.
the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join
them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the
curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know.
Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s
trying- perhaps he’s fighting.
also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a
group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her,
watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him.
He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams-
only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her
the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll
be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll
be walking through the streets of Velaris.
the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away
from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some
morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give
in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees
and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so
foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a
stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of
peace- he takes what he gets.
few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.
is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been
following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry
their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get
better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find
very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt
for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and
paint a little.
far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was
on accident. The snarls are what works better.
fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say
something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like
murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their
and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother
and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used
to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the
village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry
about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she
brings food home.
makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall-
dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares
today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae
will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and
closer to the buzzing, invisible thing
that separates their human world from the fae.
she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch
next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He
doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich
merchant, lost in the woods.
she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of
her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment
he looks up and meets her eyes.
knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and
there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.
it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s
not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?
man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You
should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”
tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer.
As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.
he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into
the forest at all. Stay at home.”
she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…
have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”
you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”
don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My
family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”
man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes.
father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like
that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even
when I’m afraid- for them.”
man stares at her.
you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of
that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.
shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”
are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”
man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little
you a hunter, too?”
closes his eyes. “I suppose.”
you’re a little bit like me.”
He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”
doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the
man has a family. That he’s not alone.
good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by
nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”
steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All
the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad,
she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She
wants him smiling.
The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears
in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to
eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are
quite literally tied.”
this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”
fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little
girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”
picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all
of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”
he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”
family you told me about?”
Rhys says softly. “My family.”
smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her
core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank
you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”
still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you
go- one thing.”
suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.
be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll
find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”
white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself
alone in the woods.
just happened? Why is she here?
yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy
and handed her the basket-
on earth is she doing so close to the wall?
turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just
because of the gift…but because of something else.
she can get through all of this.
she’ll find a way out of this someday.
has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He
pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on
himself and forces himself to forget about
that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.
for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But
he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.
makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-
finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.
he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.
a weird feeling of goodness in the
back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out
there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for
feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.
I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them,
whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-
remember. But that feeling lingers.
night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this
feels after a kill, all he can think is the
clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end
she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some
reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins.
Suddenly, he wants to fight.
night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of
bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so
inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.
years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of
that same hand again.
this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.
Scrolling through the text messages for the last time, you took a deep breath and turned your phone off.
Leaning back on the bench you were sitting on, you closed your eyes and thought about what had happened just a while ago.
↳ One hour ago
“Your marriage with him is based on a contract, Y/N.”
The minute you heard those words coming out of Jimin’s mouth, your head shot up and you looked at him with a shocked expression plastered on your face. “W-What?”
Taking a deep breath, Jimin closed his eyes and mumbled. “Everything is fake, Y/N-ah..”
Not believing what he said, you covered your ears with your hands and started shaking your head from side to side furiously. “N-No! No you’re lying, Jimin! You’re saying that because you don’t want me to be with him! He wouldn’t do something like that! Taehyung wouldn’t do that!”
Hesitantly, he took a step towards you and reached out for your hands, stoking them softly. “This is the truth, Y/N.. His family forced him to marry you because they needed the money for their company. Taehyung was against it the whole time, until his family told him that he was allowed to divorce you after being married to you for 3 years..”
Closing your eyes, you let the tears roll down your face as you whispered with a shaky voice. “E-Everything was fake.. Every hug, every kiss, each ‘I love you’ was fake..”
Wrapping his arms around your shaking body, he stroke your hair gently. “Shh, I’m here.. I’ll be always by your side, Y/N..”
Pushing him away strongly, you punched his chest with your shaky hands. “No, you can’t! You belong to someone else, Jimin! You can’t be mine, we can’t be together!”
“Damn it, Y/N! Stop saying that I belong to someone else! I belong to you and only you! My heart beats for you! It belongs to you! Why can’t you understand this?!”
[request prompt: an imagine where the reader gets her wisdom teeth out and is super out of it and her bff Peter offers to take her home. So she is rambling on about stuff and peter offers to carry her and she’s Iike no way petey I love you but youre weak and he picks her up and then he takes care of her and she falls asleep and peter stays until her mom gets home and then her mom accidentally reveals she never stops talking about peter because she likes him and then he next day he asks her out and it’s fluff???]
Hi! You've opened requsets again! It's so great! Can you please write some hc about how rfa + Saeran + V is nervous in wedding day with MC? In Jaehee case it can be that Jaehee is a bridesmaid or just helped a lot to organize that wedding.
Aww, this is so sweet! Hope you like these.
Normally, he’s really confident about things
But today he’s a mess
He’s in between wanting to see you and running out the door
He keeps asking all the RFA members questions
“Is the tie straight? Does my hair look fine? How much time do we have left?”
They all give him respective pep talks
By the time he’s standing at the altar, his palms are sweaty
And he can’t stop singing under his breath
Bounces on his toes
But when he sees you walking down the aisle in the dress, his heart calmed down
He didn’t even see anyone else there…only you
Nervous chuckles at everything
Seven has to shake him out of it
“Dude, why are you laughing so much?”
He starts wandering off because his mind is just anxious
Caused a lot of panic at one point
“MC, your groom is missing!”
“Oh, no…false alarm. He just went to the bathroom…at the restaurant across the street.”
He nervously chuckles again “I brought churros!” But the bag is empty
You thought it was a joke until you kiss him at the altar and taste the cinnamon
He doesn’t calm down until the reception when you two are having your first dance
You asked her to be your maiden of honor
But she also did a lot of the planning with you
She’s so nervous something is going to go wrong
She’s checking on you every two minutes
“MC, you have your bouquet? You have your veil?”
“Last question….you sure about getting married?”
She teases you, but honestly she’s very happy for you
Still nervous she’s going to trip walking down the aisle though
She loosens up at the reception….you know, after a few glasses of wine
He’s not very superstitious, so he kind of wants to see you before the wedding
When the others say he can’t until you walk down the aisle…that’s when he starts getting nervous
He doesn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts
So he starts a fight with Zen to try to get his mind off of things
“Zen…start chattering away about yourself like you always do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean???”
Constantly flattening his tux and adjusting his cuff links
Lots of pacing
He finally calms down when the procession starts
Stoic Jumin Han actually tears up when he sees you walk down the aisle
Doesn’t remember why he was nervous in the first place
He’s super nervous something is going to go wrong
He wants to stress eat a little
But Zen and Yoosung keep taking away the bag of Honey Buddha Chips
They insist that he can’t get anything all greasy
When he starts getting really anxious, he says he needs to MC before the ceremony
But, he also doesn’t want to see her in her dress until it’s time
So they arrange it so the two of them could talk to each other on opposite sides of the door
Seven calms down a little when he can hold your hand
When it’s time to get on the altar, he gets super scared he’s going to mess up the vows
Everything goes on without a hitch though
He doesn’t truly calm down until halfway through the reception, where it just feels like normal party
He’s super nervous since he never made a life commitment like this before
He keeps doubting himself
He’s scared that he won’t be good enough for you
He needs a lot of affirmation from his friends and his brother
He’s super jittery though and easily startled by everything
He blanks out a lot while waiting for the ceremony to start
He soon forgets his anxieties when you walk down the aisle
He’s mesmerized by you and thinks of how lucky he is
He’s still a bit nervous throughout the vows and things, but the reception is just with close friends and family
So he gets a lot more comfortable
But he’s holding your hand a lot
He’s really nervous, but excited
He wanted life to start fresh with you
But he still had some reservations because he was scared of his past faults
Jumin has to talk some sense into him when he thinks that
V just keeps talking to him to get his mind off of things
When he saw you in the dress, he was breathless
He had never been happier that he gotten the eye surgery
Loosened up to his normal self once the dancing started
synopsis: theo is so broken that he’s incapable of love but y/n needs that type of reassurance from him.
warnings: angst. also, this is shit so read at your own risk.
word count: 619
a/n: this isn’t 13rw but my favourite show (teen wolf) is ending tonight so i’m crying and i needed to write something to cope with how much i’ll miss this show so yeah.
“I love you.”
The words left Y/N’s lips like a bullet, metaphorically killing Theo on impact. He stood there in the pouring rain for at least a minute before saying anything. He stared at Y/N, watching tears well up in her eyes as she awaited a response. He searched every corner of his mind in hopes of stumbling across the right words to say, but he just couldn’t seem to get them out.
“Um, I-“ And just like that the words caught in the back of his throat, and a tear slipped from Y/N’s eye and ran down her cheek. He wasn’t sure how he came to her house in hopes of having a date night, and ended up on her front porch being confronted about his feelings. But he was sure he didn’t like it.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Y/N’s voice began to shake and with that more tears escaped her eyes. “If you don’t care, just tell me.”
“I care, I really do.” Theo nodded, stepping a bit closer to Y/N and reaching forward to wipe the tears from her face with his thumbs.
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m sick of people breaking my heart.” Y/N sobbed, placing her hands over Theo’s, which were still cupping her face. “I’m so in love you and it hurts to know you don’t feel the same way, and I don’t think you ever will.”
She wasn’t lying. In fact she was being so brutally honest that it hurt. Theo had never cared about someone as much as he cared about Y/N. The feelings he had for her were stronger than those he had ever had for anyone else. He just didn’t know how to tell her, or how to express what he felt. He wasn’t sure that he’d ever be able to tell her.
Those four letters she wanted to hear frightened him more than anything in the world. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but couldn’t seem to let his walls down. The truth is that he had been hurt too many times to count. He’d let people in, allowing them to see the most vulnerable parts of him, just to watch them walk away.
“Y/N, I really want to be with you and you know that.” Theo felt his throat tighten and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He knew that whatever he said in the next few minutes would determine his fate with the only person he wanted to learn to love. “Please don’t leave.” And that’s when he found himself crying as well. “I can’t do this without you.”
“Then say it. Prove it to me.” Y/N looked into Theo’s blue eyes with such hope. She just needed him to say that he wasn’t like all the other guys, that he was worthy of all the love she was willing to give. A long silence filled the air between them, and Theo tore his eyes from Y/N’s. That’s when she nodded in realization. She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to Theo’s tear-stained cheek before stepping away from him.
“Goodbye, Theo.” And just like that it was over. She turned around and reached for the front door, giving Theo one last look before walking inside and leaving him on her front porch alone.
He hated himself for not being able to tell her what she needed to hear. And she hated herself for not being able to love him without knowing he felt the same way. She just needed reassurance and he needed the same thing. But inevitably, they were both too broken to let go just enough to give the other what they needed.