So I commissioned my wonderfully talented friend @plastic-pipes to make a piece from the last chapter of my fanfic Surrender and she absolutely knocked it out of the park.
The compression of tumblr doesn’t do this picture justice so please click it and really look at it because there are so many wonderful little details all over the place. Pipes is absolutely magic and I love this so much.
author’s note: these are each a bit longer than intended, but not quite long enough to be drabbles on their own~~ if you want an extension or longer drabble of any, let me know because i’m kind of in love with athlete!bts rn. gif credits are linked under their names as cr.; none of these gifs are my own
“I’m going to side with Jungkookie next time you chew him out for being too hard on himself.”
Your voice pulls Seokjin above the waters that engulf his body. He hears you in waves of clarity, every other word drowned beneath the pool water as he completes his butterfly lap. He swims to the edge of the pool where you’re crouched down, a paper bag in one hand, a towel in the other.
He shakes his hair gently and laughs as you flinch away. He’s beautiful like this; in this pool, surrounded by the water he claims saves him, and you argue will swallow him up one day. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he doesn’t care, as long as you keep coming around to warn him.
He sweeps his wet hair back and away from his forehead. “That for me?” He points at the towel.
“No, it’s for the other guy in the pool,” you sit down, criss cross.
“I’m jealous of him then. He’s got a real pretty girl taking care of him.”
He hoists himself out of the water and stands next to you. You were never quite sure whether Jin was made and born to be a swimmer or whether being a swimmer sculpted the body he has. Something like an Adonis; well proportioned limbs beneath layers of muscle and the perfect amount of squish, lovely all the same. He always gives himself credit for that face of his—as he should, you think, it’s a pretty one—but that body.
That body that towers above you as he dries his hair and torso, wraps the towel around his waist and extends an arm.
“No way, this kimchi is mine,” you tell him, moving the brown bag behind your back.
Jin only laughs softly and shakes his head, “No, give me your hand, love. I think it would fit in mine swimmingly, don’t you agree?”
“Kind of unfair that your boyfriend’s short as a stump, but better than half the team,” a sweaty, unhappy Seungcheol sits next to you.
You only chuckle and watch as Yoongi makes another perfect swish. “He’s persistent.”
“He’s crazy,” Seungcheol counters.
“That too,” you hum, “You chose your fate when you voted him captain.”
You lean back into the bleachers and watch as Yoongi instructs the rest of the team to run play number seventeen again in preparation for their upcoming championship. Seungcheol is mid-sip of his water bottle when Yoongi calls out for him and you see his body visibly choke up.
“Choi, get off your ass, back on the court, and away from my girl.”
You snicker as you watch Seungcheol scurry back onto the court, mumbling something about how Yoongi has it out for him. His presence is soon replaced by that of your blonde haired boyfriend; he places his hands on either side of you, looks down with little beads of sweat on the side of his face, and a slight smirk on his lips.
“Hi,” he sings after a minute of silence. You can’t help but laugh, sweeping his bangs out of eyes before returning the hello.
“You should give Scoups a break, he’s’s tired,” you pout. ”Besides, I thought you wanted me to be friends with your friends.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “When I said you should make friends, I meant with Seokjin and Namjoon, not these idiots.”
“Then why’d you invite me to sit in on your practice? Jin and Namjoon are on the swim team.”
“I figured you see me all hot and sweaty, get turned on, and then we’d go home and have great sex.”
He chuckles as you hit his bicep and leans over slightly to kiss your forehead, while mumble about how greasy he is. “Alright, fine, since you care about them so much, how about I end practice early, then you and me can go grab some food?”
“What, no great sex afterwards?”
Yoongi laughs, breathy yet full. “Shutup and get your stuff ready,” he tells you before walking back to center court.
Of course he’s still jumping off the walls. Only Hoseok could manage to attempt to teach someone how to play tennis in the blazing hot sun for two hours and still have enough energy to run a marathon.
“Hobi, I have a confession to make,” you huff, holding the ridiculously bright tennis ball in your hand, “I only asked you to teach me to play tennis for the aesthetic of the whole thing and because you look good in your uniform. Now can we please go back to your dorm and take a nap?”
Your words paint a heart shaped smile on his lips. He throws his head back with laughter—and suddenly it’s hard to tell whether you’re suffering because of the heat or his beautiful jawline. Probably both.
“You think I look good in my uniform?” He sniggers.
You roll your eyes, “The whole school thinks you look good in your uniform.”
He does though. He manages to not look ridiculous in his neon yellow shirt and matching tennis shoes. His calves are incredible and hidden behind his white shorts are the strongest pair of thighs you’ve ever seen. Somehow he’s pulling off his slightly transparent visor. For some unknown reason the sweatband around his wrist is attractive too. And when he swings on the ball his biceps flex and it’s a sight for sore eyes.
“I didn’t ask about the whole school, I asked you, sunshine.”
“Yes, Hobi, I just said that, stop being greasy,” you pout, “Now can we please get out of this heat?”
He laughs at your pain and if he weren’t so angelic you’d probably have already kneed him in the balls.
It’s too hot for touching but when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders you don’t push him away. “Alright, let’s go,” he kisses the top of your head and leads you off of the courts.
“For the record, you look really good in your uniform too,” he winks, “That skirt does wonders for your legs, babe.”
You take the racket out his hand and hit him atop his head, “Yah! Jung Hoseok, I told you to stop being greasy!”
You make your way around the couch and settle down next to your boyfriend who’s watch the taping of his last swim meet for the tenth time today, at least.
“Only you could set the record for fastest backstroke and still be upset, Joonie.”
Namjoon works harder than anyone you know, whether it be at his school work or training. He’s constantly on the grind to improve himself, push himself to be a little better than he was yesterday. It’s admirable, but he’s also the most self-critical person on the planet.
“He was tailing me, (Y/N). If I had been even one stroke slower, I would have lost.”
“But you weren’tone stroke slower, Joon. You won.”
“But I could have—”
“You could shutup and pay attention to your girlfriend,” you interrupt with a smile. “I made popcorn.”
Namjoon’s eyes soften and a gentle smile graces his lips. You’re an angel in his eyes; why you choose to stick with him and his self-criticism and hectic practice schedules is beyond him. He only knows he’s grateful for it.
“You know I’m not supposed to eat that,” he sighs.
“Popcorn is healthy for you! Jin told me so.”
“Pretty sure you mean pizza, not popcorn.”
“Alright, then let’s go get pizza.”
“Baby, I can’t—”
“Can’t? That doesn’t sound like the attitude of a winner to me,” you pout, and his eyes grow at your use of his own words against him. When he doesn’t say anything, only looks down at your lap and sighs, you reach your free hand to cup his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Kim Namjoon, you just broke a regional record that hasn’t been broken in thirty years and you’re telling me you can’t let your girlfriend treat you to a slice of pizza?”
He kisses you with his soft lips and smiles back. “I love you, you know that?”
You peck his lips again and run your hands through his hair, “I know, Joon. But you should love yourself just as much.”
Yeah, he thinks. You’re an angel sent from above. His angel.
“Like, the Disney princess?” he asks, “Why’s that?”
He takes your mitten-clad hands in his and leading you onto the ice. You stumble, but he’s there to catch you. “You know, with the blonde hair and the ice and everything.”
Jimin only smiles and emits a breathy laugh. “Whatever you say, love.”
You’re about to remark on his resemblance to the ice princess again, but Jimin soon starts skating backwards, dragging you along with him by the extension of your hands.
“Wah—Jimin, you said we’d go slow!” You yell and he makes circles around the rink, giggles flying at your distress.
“Going slow is no fun!” He quips, suddenly changing directions. The speed makes his bangs fly over his forehead and cover his eyes—and he really does look like Elsa, you think—or at least you try to think when you’re not thinking about how you’re going to die if he doesn’t stop.
“Jiminie!” you screech, as he comes to a sudden halt, holding you close to his chest. His eye smile is the only thing saving him from a serious beating right now. That and the fact that if he skated away, you couldn’t catch him in your wildest dreams.
“If you’re gonna wear my jersey, you’ve gotta go faster than two inches an hour, babe. I don’t want people thinking I’m in love with a wimp.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine, then I’ll just wear Seokmin’s jersey.”
“Not a chance,” he rolls his eyes back at you.
You take in his wind brushed hair and flushed face. He scrunches his nose slightly, flashing a smile that reaches his eyes. You almost tilt your head wondering if this Park Jimin is the same boy who bodychecked a guy so hard he knocked his tooth out last Tuesday.
“Your nose is red.”
Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, “It’s okay. The cold never bothered me anyway.”
“Gross, Tae, get off of me, you’re all sweaty and grassy!” You shove your indeed sweaty and grass-stain infected boyfriend away from you to no avail.
Taehyung only giggles into your ears and hugs you closer. “I thought you said I look hot when I’m sweaty.”
“You look hot, but you smell gross. Tae, come on, this shirt is new.”
“That shirt is mine.”
You feel the heat rise to your face and shove him again. “You can’t even be here it’s a thirty second time out!”
He finally retreats and looks at you with messy hair and a rectangular smile.
“Kim! Get back here!” His coach yells on cue. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up, and you a quick kiss to cheek before running back to his team’s side, yelling about how you jinxed it. Only your Taehyung would think it’s appropriate to run to the sidelines to hug his girlfriend mid-time out.
“You two are gross,” Yoongi comments. Jungkook agrees with him.
“They’re cute, hyung,” Namjoon beams.
The whistle is blown and Taehyung is back in action, weaving the soccer ball between his feet and past the other team. He winks at you when he scores; Yoongi is seconds from barfing up his lunch. You only shake your head and watch ahead.
Tae’s team is quick to jump on him when he scores the winning goal. They carry him off to the sidelines as the game ends and players and spectators alike begin to pack up their belongings. Tae looks at you from across the field, gloriously sweaty and grass-stained, and mouths “now?” to you.
You can only giggle and nod your head. He runs and engulfs you in a warm (and overdramatic, according to Jungkook) hug. He’s spinning you around, his giggles swirling with yours and you feel like you’re floating—all of his sweat and stains forgotten. When you stop, he doesn’t give you time to congratulate him or scold you for messing up your—his—shirt; he kisses you, happily and deeply, grime and all.
Yoongi and Jungkook pretend to vomit in the background, but he doesn’t care. “I love you,” he beams, before kissing you again.
There are pros and cons to dating a varsity athlete.
The pros include laying underneath your boyfriend as you “help” him do pushups and receiving a kiss each time he leans down; resting your head on said boyfriend’s toned chest; the feeling of his calloused hands ghosting along your sides while you cuddle on his futon; wearing his alternate jersey at games, despite it being too many sizes too big for your smaller frame; and cute picnic dates in the middle of an empty baseball field.
The cons include waking up at five in the morning to attend said picnic date.
“Come on, this is cute!” he exclaims as you take another bite into your breakfast sandwich. He hadn’t even opted for you two to sit in the bleachers—instead, setting up picnic over the pitcher’s mound.
You only stare back at him, thinking about what you wanna do more: kiss him or smack him. It is cute, you reason, so you won’t smack him. It’d be cuter if you didn’t have to wake up at five to do it, so you won’t kiss him either.
In lieu, you give him a soft smile. He sure is precious with that his two-row bunny smile he’s got.
Jungkook breaks your train of thought with a sudden squeal, “Ooh, come here, it’s starting.” He motions for you come over to his side of the small bump. You shuffle over, having given up on keeping your leggings clean, and sit next to him. He takes the blanket he’d kept in his lap and spreads it over your shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. (That’s another pro—those damn arms).
Jungkook points just over the edge of the top of the stadium where the sun can be seen poking out. The sky is a gorgeous yellow-orange hue as the ball of light makes it way high into the sky. You look up at him, smile as warm as the sunlight being cast on the two of you lean slightly to kiss his cheek.
“I guess this is cute,” you lean on his shoulder afterwards (pro number twenty-seven), and wrap your hands around his waist.
“Told you so,” he hums. You smile into his neck, because who would have thought star pitcher of the varsity baseball team, Jeon Jungkook would be into cheesy picnic dates and watching the sunrise?
Hey guys! If you’re at SPX this weekend, consider stopping by the MICA table at A7 and looking for IDEAL, a little zine I organized with a bunch of friends from my class at MICA!! Everyone really knocked it out of the park with this one and I’m excited to share this with you all.
╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”
No missed calls. No missed texts. Nothing.
It’s been 5 days since Jungkook and I’s little fling. Most of my thoughts have been swarming around him. Disgusting, right? How am I supposed to act when I see him next? Am I supposed to act like it didn’t happen? Still treat him like the dick he is? But because I kind of liked it, should I act grateful? Okay, fuck that. The last option was too far. And I absolutely did not like it.
@laurenron request: Can you do a Roman Godfrey x reader imagine. She’s anxious, but when she finds out she’s pregnant, with romans child, she runs away. Ending being angst, but they’re together
You let out a sob when you read ‘Pregnant’ on the pregnancy test you took. Ever since you started dating roman Godfrey he told you he didn’t want to have kids. Because he was an upir there was going to be a good chance that his children were going. He told you what happened to his cousin Letha and how she died giving birth to his child. Because of that Roman didn’t want you to have the same fate as her and axed the idea of having anyone children.
Hey y’all i’m here with an extra special blurb! It’s my birthday and what better than to write out my lovely dream from last night for my awesome readers. Hope you all enjoy cuz I know I did!
Synopsis: Shawn wishes you a very special happy birthday.
You sit in your bedroom, legs crossed, laptop on a pillow on your legs. It’s early morning, maybe 8am. You’ve just woken up because your skype alert was going off on your laptop and you see that it’s Shawn trying to video chat. You laugh to yourself, he’s such a goofball.
“Happy birthday!” Shawn yells, voice crackling through the laptop speakers.
“Thanks, now i can’t hear anymore,” you laugh and shake your head. He doesn’t skype you very often, usually you text back and forth or send snaps making stupid face or using ridiculous filters.
You woke up still feeling tired due to the previous events of yesterday. Once you came home after enduring a awkward stare down between you and Peter, you decided to head straight to your room, to think. You were exhausted but you couldn’t sleep, you were over the moon of course but you also felt guilty with how you left things. You decided it would be best to create a plan on how to approach Peter at school today to talk.
“Your going to be late sweetie! Leaving in 10!” You heard your mother call from down stairs. You shouted out ‘One minute!’ before quickly finishing off getting ready for school. You bounded down the stairs and kissed your mum on the cheek, leaving the house to head to the train station that heads to school.
You decided to go to your locker first, grabbing what you needed for first period before beginning to wander the halls for any signs of Peter. You rounded the corner and managed to see him by his locker, pulling out stuff as well for class. You were about to approach him once you saw his friend Ned beat you to it. You decided to still approach anyways, hoping with his friend there things would be less awkward.
“Hi” You said nervously and stood next to Peter who’s head was in his locker. He immediately tensed and Ned furrowed his eyebrows at his friends strange behaviour.
“…hi” he muttered back, finishing grabbing the things he needs before closing his locker. He turned away from you to face Ned now ignoring you completely. You felt your stomach drop and your heart hurt.
“See you at lunch?” He asks Ned, who was still confused by the whole scenario. He just slowly noded, confused as to why Peter seemed to be ignoring the girl who he’s been friggin in love with since forever. Peter smiled at him before walking away, scratching the back of his head as he felt more than one pair of eyes on him.
“Uhh… what was that about?” Ned asks. You turn to face Ned, making sure the tears that were welling in your eyes weren’t noticeable. You quickly wiped at your face and faked a smile, shaking your head before turning around and walking away to first period yourself.
You tried all day to talk to Peter but he avoided you. He managed to dodge you or excuse himself if ever you approached. You sighed feeling more hurt than the first time he did it and gave up around the fifth try not wanting to bug him anymore. You wanted to say you ere angry with his behaviour and that if he opened his eyes he could see that you loved him too but no, you were too hurt to be angry. You just sighed and walked to your locker, packing your things for the day. You debated whether or not to go over to his apartment, hoping he’ll talk to you there but you didn’t want to just randomly show up.
You didn’t want to seem needy. You shook your head at all these thoughts and continued your journey home.
“How was school?” Your mother asked as you walked through the door. What was she doing home early from work?
“We’re going out for dinner tonight hun so dress nice!” She chirps excitedly, flicking through her magazine as she sat on the lounge. Your mood immediately brightened and a real smile appeared for the first time today, liking the door of leaving the house for a few hours.
“Awesome, where are we going?” You asked happily. She turned to you and smiled, popping the magazine down on the coffee table.
“We’re actually invited over to the Parker’s tonight” At these words your stomach drops again for what feels like the fifth time today. You smile immediately fell off your face. She furrows her eyebrows at you and you start to shake your head.
“Why?” You tried to ask casually.
“Well.. Aunt May called and we’ve been talking about how we haven’t caught up in a while and decided to have a family dinner together” Your mother replied with a smile. You just nod your head going along and faking a smile.
“Tonight?” You ask warily. Your mother looks at you weirdly.
“Yeah… that’s what I said… are you okay?” she asks, noticing something was definitely off. You quickly shrugged it off and shook your head forcing on another smile. You turned around and made your way to your room. You went over to your bed and fell on top, really not looking forward to this evening events.
“You almost ready to leave sweety?” Your father calls from downstairs. You starred into your wall length mirror, adjusting the dress around your waist slightly, grabbing a light cardigan to wrap around yourself.
You looked at your reflection one more time before responding.
“Yup!” You called just as you shut the door to your room. You hopped down the stairs and decide to pull on a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing, your family was going to be there and maybe you could ask to talk to Peter quietly and him being polite and awkward wouldn’t decline in front of everyone.
“Let’s go!” Your mother calls out as she walks down the stairs and towards the front door. You held your phone tightly in your hand, your nerves beginning to build for how this dinner was going to pan out. You all hoped into the car, making your way over to the Parker’s.
You guys had arrived 5 minutes later, parking your car underground before getting over to the elevator, taking it up to their floor. You walked over to the apartment where your Dad softly knocked on the door. The door swung open revealing a very happy May, pulling your mum in for a hug soon followed by your dad. Your eyes skimmed past her in hopes of seeing Peter but… nothing.
“How is it you get even more beautiful with each visit?” May questions sweetly before pulling you in for a hug. You hug back and thank her, complimenting her on her wonderful outfit. She moved out of the way and made way for you guys to enter the apartment.
“Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes… Y/N?” Aunt May says turning to face you.
“Can you go let Peter know?” she asks, almost too sweetly. She smirks causing your eyes to widen slightly.
“Uhh…okay” You stutter out, turning around to make your way towards Peter’s room. Immediately images from your last visit started replaying in your head, you couldn’t help but to let out a small smile at your thoughts. With each step you took the more nervous you grew. You arrived at his door and slightly knocked.
“Yeah I’ll be out in a minute May!” you could hear his voice call from the other side of the door. You couldn’t help but to smile when you heard his voice. You sighed.
“It’s Y/N… can I come in?” You asked, nerves evident in your tone. You didn’t hear anything on the other side of the door, only saw the door open slightly. You lightly pushed on the door causing it to open further. You stepped in and turned around once you were in the room, closing the door shut behind you. You started planning the words you were going to say to him as you did this, beginning to turn back round.
Your mouth parted slightly once you saw Peter… shirtless.
You couldn’t help but to let your eyes wander over his toned chest.. his defined stomach that were now sporting abs all the way down to his devloping v line. You felt the room grow slightly warmer. You lost all train of thought, your mind to preoccupied with the greek god standing in front of you. You knew he was lean but you never thought he was.. ripped. And honestly it made you drool.
He reached for his sweater and pulled it over his head, your eyes losing sight of the perfect view. Holy hell you need to get a grip.
“Sorry I was in the middle of changing” He apologises, his voice getting slightly huskier as he just now looked down at your outfit. You were in the most gorgeous dress he had ever seen. He couldn’t help but to let his own eyes rake over your body, noticing how the curvy girl in front of him was wearing a dress that defined them perfectly.
“We should probably get going” He says, finally breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air. He made his way over to you, as you were still in front of the door. He reached behind you to open it slightly, you beginning to move out of the way. Without realising your hand lightly brushed his causing your breathing to hitch and tingles to shoot through your hand at the contact.
You began to crave more of his touch.
You placed your hand against his covered stomach, slowly beginning to trail your hand upwards towards his neck, leaning in closer without realising. Peter would be lying if he said he wanted nothing more then to let you continue but he didn’t. He grabbed your hand in his to stop yours from going any further. He noticed you were in a trance, glancing up towards, your mouth slightly parted.
“Don’t” He tried to say sternly, his voice slightly beginning to tremble with want. You looked down to his chest stepping closer, your feet moving on their own accord. You glanced back up.
“Why…” you whispered out, feeling his grip on your hand begin to loosen. it was almost like you were getting addicted to him, like he was your new favourite drug and you needed more.
“Because I can’t control myself around you..” At these words spoke you felt you heart melt. He quickly moved past you, instantly losing his contact missing it. You shook your head and snapped yourself out of your trance, willing your heart beat to slow down.
Great, bad enough that the dinner is going to be awkward with your family and his aunt all together… now you also had the urge to run up and kiss him.
This was beginning to become a very long night.
Your parents and Aunt May chatted away happily, discussing the latest gossip and some work stuff. You tuned them out, playing around with you leftover food that was on your plate. You could feel a pair of eyes on you the entire time, you glanced up through your hair to notice it was Peter who was sitting opposite from you at the table. He watched as you spun your fork around the left over spaghetti, biting your lips occasionally secretly driving him crazy.
“Why don’t you guys head into your room for a bit while I finish preparing the dessert, just make sure to leave the door open” Aunt May suggests, your parents agreeing to the idea, already hoping over to the topic of work again as May began collecting the plates and walking into the kitchen. You glanced up nervously to see Peter’s reaction and it startled you… he was giving you the cold shoulder.
He got up out of his chair and made his way into his bedroom, without wanting to cause suspicion you got up and left as well, following him down the hallway. To say the dinner was tense between you two would be an understatement. Unknown to you was he could hear your heart beat throughout the entire thing, noticing how every time you caught her glancing at you it quickened.
He opened the door and walked in making his way into the middle of the room, You walked in and did as May had asked, left the door open. You turned around to face Peter to see him beginning to pace the room, rubbing his eyes.
You looked at him slightly worried.
“Are you okay?” You asked. That was it. He stopped pacing and looked up to you. He listened into your heart beat as it began to race the more he just stared at her. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
“Fuck…” He muttered underneath his breath. You were more than confused in this moment and debated whether or not to approach him and decided against it, thinking it was probably a bad idea to do that. You thought now was a better time then never to begin to talk.
“Peter..” You trailed off, trying to get his attention.
“Peter” This time you got his attention and he looked up at you.
“Look… can we talk?” you asked, your nerves returning. He shook his head and looked up towards the ceiling. He shook his head one last time and walked over towards you, leaning past you to close the door.
“No” He says, his voice not wavering a bit. Okay now you were beginning to get angry.
“No? What the fuck do you mean No?” You began angrily, making sure you were only loud enough for him to hear you. He looked taken aback. He glanced up at you in surprise at your sudden outburst. That was it, it was time Peter started listening and he needed to listen now.
“You know what? Fuck you! What the fuck do you think your doing!” You began angrily, pointing a finger to his chest, walking towards him, him taking steps back.
“I haven’t done anything fucking wrong so I don’t deserve to be treated like shit!” You had just realised that tears were beginning to well up in your eyes. You angrily wiped them away, needing to finish off your rant.
“Your the one who’s pushing me away! Your the one who’s acting like a complete asshole and I am sick of it! I’ve tried talking to you all day to apologise than thought why the fuck should I apologise, I ain’t sorry for anything! And you know what Peter, I’m not sorry. Not one fucking bit. Your the one who should be fucking sorry!” You finished off angrily, noticing how you were only mere inches from Peter. You were too angry to care at the moment.
“Cause why the fuck should I be sorry that I’m in love with you!” You let out angrily, not realising what you had just said till it was too late. Your face began to drop as he kept his eye contact with yours, his eyes beginning to soften at the confession. You covered your mouth, still not believing the words had escaped. You always had no filter when you were angry.
You eyes glanced down towards his lips. Fuck it.
You reached forward and grabbed his face, bringing his lips down on top of yours, you felt you skin grow hot and your heart begin to race. He began to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, moving his lips against yours. You reached your hands to the back of his head and into his hair, tugging slightly for him to release a moan. You took advantage of his mouth being slightly open and slipped your tongue through, your mouth conveying emotions you could never put into words. He picked up on it and returned the kiss with just as much passion, pulling you forwards with him as he walked backwards.
You pulled away out of breath, your mouth still tingling from the kiss me.
“I need you” You whispered against his lips causing his eyes begin to darken with lust. He just recaptured your lips with his and pulled you closer, him beginning to sit down on the edge of his bed, pulling you onto his lap not breaking the kiss. He began to deepen the kiss, making your insides begin to churn with want. He grabbed ahold of your waist and flipped you over so that now you were the one sitting down. He pushed you down gently to lay down across his beds as he climbed over you, reattaching his lips to yours. You put your back into his hair, beginning to tug harder feeling his bulge begin to rub your inner thigh.
You let out a soft moan. He stopped, now facing you with a cheeky smile.
“You have to be quite princess” He says, reaching one of his hands down to grip your ass causing another breathless moan to fall from your lips. You had enough of his teasing so you decided it was your turn. You reached for the bottom of his sweatshirt, beginning to tug it over his body. He broke away and pulled it off leaving him shirtless above you. You wanted to enjoy this moment but foreplay would have to wait, you needed him too much. You began trailing kisses down his neck and his chest, making your way down his stomach. He kept his balance above you as you worked lower and lower, you hands removing the belt from his jeans. His eyes closed as he felt himself harden even more, feeling your hand brush over him through the layers of fabric.
“Princess you don’t have to…” He trailed off, though the want in his voice clearly telling you another story. He wanted your mouth wrapped around him so bad but he wasn’t going to ask, causing your arousal to grow even more. You ignore him and began to pull down his jeans along with his boxers, letting his erection spring free from there confinements.
“I really want too” you whispered huskily, staring in aww at his size. You slowly brought your lips to his tip, kissing it softly causing a soft moan to fall from his lips. You went to the base and kitten licked upwards causing it to twitch against your tongue. Another throaty moan left his mouth. You stopped your movements.
“Remember… quiet Parker” You taunt back, not giving him any time to prepare as you wrapped your mouth around him, beginning to pull him further into your mouth. His eyes clenched shut, immediately loving the feel of your mouth on him. He used every ounce of self control not to begin fucking your mouth, wanting this moment to last for as long as possible. You could only go three quarters down his shaft, you used your hand to reach the rest and pump as you began to bob your head against him.
’'Fuck… that’s is baby, just like that“ He moaned just loud enough for you to hear. You continue moving your mouth, now adding your tongue to increase his amount of pleasure. You pressed it against him and certain point almost making him see stars. A few more pumps of your mouth and his member begin to twitch, letting you know h was close. He stopped you, his hand cupping your face pulling you back up.
”I need to finish inside you’’ He says, bringing his mouth down to yours. He could taste himself against your lips causing you to moan. His hand reached out to his bedside table, fumbling around for a condom. Your hands made there way to the hem of your dress dragging up towards your stomach. He handed the condom over to you and you held it in your hand. He began to move down your chest and your stomach, reaching your thighs. You rolled your head back, wanting at the place you’ve been needing his tongue for ages. He reached for your panties and began to drag them down, lifting your hips to get them down and over your thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of your arousal. He started at your knee, beginning to make a trail of kisses on your inner thigh. You whined.
“No foreplay tonight I need you, now” You commanded. he found it hot the way you commanded him so requested your demand. Finally reaching his lips to your other lips. He poked his tongue in so far, tasting you that you thought you were going to cum then and there. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his mouth began working against you, nipping lightly at your clit here and there enjoying the way you were shaking under his control. He began to make figure eights with his tongue around your clit causing you to grind your hips into his face and your hands to tightened in his hair, pushing his face further in you.
“Peter...” You moaned under your breath, already feeling your stomach begin to form knots. You were so close to your realese so you tugged on his hair for him to come back up. He ignored you, finding to much pleasure at how close you were all because of his tongue. If anything he went faster and harder, hitting spots he hadn’t hit before. You kept trying to pull him away as you felt your bundle of nerves begin to form.
“Fuck… I-i-m close Peter… Stop” You whimpered, just feeling the beginning of your orgasm coming over. Once it intensified you gave up on pulling him away and instead pulled him closer, making him collect all your cum in his mouth. You grinded against his face, you moaning his name breathlessly as you came undone.
“Fuck yes… that’s it baby” You encouraged him as he leapt up all your juice hungrily, riding out your orgasm for as long as possible. Once you had came down from your high he removed his lips, wiping his arm across his face to remove some of the cum off of his face. You opened your eyes and looked at him, not believing how amazing you were feeling in this moment. You peeled the wrapper off and reached to pull closer to you and attached your lips back to his. Your hands fumbled with the condom as you began to roll it over his length, him moaning into your mouth as you did it slowly.
’'Fuck you princess“ He moans into your mouth knowing what you were doing which was driving him crazy.
”Exactly what I had in mind“ You said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to move more comfortable inbetween you. He found his position and alined himself up with your open. You could feel his tip at your entrance and you let out a moan. He stilled his movements.
’'Are you sure about this?” He asks. You couldn’t help but to feel your heart leap at his words. You nod your head and pulled him down for a very slow and passionate kiss.
Request: Are you doing a part 2 to fear? It was so good. And could you write something about like you being on tour with Shawn on the tour bus and you get really sick, but you don’t wanna tell anyone, and you act like ur fine, and you don’t wanna go to the doctor?❤❤
Warnings: Shitty writing and failed attempt to write fluff
ALSO SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING
A/N: IM NOT USED TO WRITING FLUFF SO PLEASE BEAR W ME ALSO ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR LOVE BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT NONETHELESS!!! CREDIT TO @shawnsassymendes GO CHECK OUT HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST
“Good luck out there.” I said hugging Shawn before sending him to get ready to go on stage, and the crowd went wild as soon as he appeared on stage.
This is not nearly as long as my other scenarios, but this is only the first part of this. I’m most probably gonna make this into a series. Please let me know what you think bc this is my first time trying something like this. I hope you like it.
A/N: tHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ‘MEDDLING’ IT’S ALREADY PAST 1K NOTES AND LIKE I HAVE 700+ FOLLOWERS i seriously did not expect this much positive response to it. Thank you for your support my lovelies
Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x reader Genre: fluff, smut Word count: 4,482
a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.
That was one of the many definitions of it. There were too many definitions to count.
Some say that when you meet your soulmate, it’s just - it’s a feeling. It’s hard to describe that profound, lingering feeling you get when you do, but you just know it.
Some say soulmates might not even get the chance to meet. Your soulmate just might be a person from you past life, and the only way to witness their presence is through flashbacks of your past.
Some say two soulmates make a whole. Mentally, emotionally, physically - quite literally all aspects of both sides - are compatible. The two sides complete each other and understand each other, making the other feel a sense of ease and comfort like never before.
The list could go on forever with the millions of definitions that varied from one person to the other, each according to their own view on the subject.
You, however, chose to reject them all. You could never fathom the idea that there’s this person somewhere in the world who was completely and wholly made for the sole purpose of being with you. Who was so compatible with you and you two would live the whole ‘happily ever after’ you always heard about through stories. It was too absurd of an idea.
You didn’t reject the idea of loving someone - of being in love with someone. Oh no, you weren’t that type of person. You just knew that, just like any normal relationship, if you two found that everything was going well, you would stay together. If not, you would break it off.
It was of valid reasoning. You weren’t one to ‘feel that spark as soon as you met eyes with a guy’ and claimed it to be love at first sight. You weren’t one to just babble on about him being the one just because you two happened to be at the same cafe at the same time three times a week. You weren’t one to break up with someone because you simply didn’t feel that spark you were ‘supposed’ to feel with your one and true significant others.
You lived your life like any normal person would, choosing not to get sucked in to people’s silly beliefs and myths that had been passed down generations and generations.
The most common soulmate myth was one you found completely and utterly ridiculous. The moment one is born, a rose - well, a dead rose - is given to the parents of the infant. This dead rose is kept and protected by the parents for their child, until the time comes for he or she to take responsibility of that rose themselves.
Supposedly, this rose is dead and completely lifeless, up until the moment your soulmate enters your life. The rose will slowly start to bloom back, the redness of its petals spreading out, and the green of its stem growing back. It was a slow process. The closer you got to each other, and the more you got to know them, the more beautiful and lively it became.
What made this idea even more absurd and harder to believe was the fact that the two soulmates would be the only ones able to see this lifeless flower come back to life.
Huh, you would scoff, and that’s the day that pigs would fly.
Unfortunately for you, your mother was a strong and true believer of such things, and she was adamant on proving herself right and you wrong. Both your parents even had the roses their parents had given them in a small vase near the kitchen window, providing them light and water, with love and care.
“Mom, dad, come on. They’re dead.”
Your parents would only shake their heads and sigh, muttering things about you changing your mind someday, and finally see what they were seeing.
They made you promise not to throw away your rose. And despite you knowing there was nothing on this earth that would change your mind about this, you respected and kept that promise. No matter what, your rose was there on your nightstand, a constant reminder that - yep, pigs haven’t flown yet.
“Hey, can you come over?”
The simple sentence you said to Yoongi over the phone, with the soft tone that you rarely ever used with him, told him something was definitely wrong.
“I’m off work in five minutes. I’ll be there in fifteen tops,” he replied before you hung up. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, checking his watch before deciding that he could take his boss chewing his ass out for leaving a few minutes earlier. He got up from his chair, grabbed his jacket, and quickly made his way out before anyone could notice and stop him.
He was at your apartment building in about ten minutes. After parking his car, he quickly made his way up the two flights of stars, not bothering to wait for the small, shitty elevator. It was too cramped and stuffy anyways. He definitely wasn’t going in there when he saw that guy from your third floor who seemed to always have sweat stains underneath his armpit on every single shirt he wore.
He soon forgot all about that when he knocked on your door once, before realizing that you probably left the door unlocked for him anyways. He managed to remember to take his shoes off at the door and then made his way to your living room.
He found you sat there, TV on, but considering the blank look on your face, he was pretty sure your focus was nowhere near the National Geographic channel. He quietly made his way to the couch and sat down next to you, and you turned to him with a small smile that he knew didn’t reach your eyes.
Yoongi wasn’t the cuddliest of people, it was clear to anyone with a functioning pair of eyes. But when he saw you, his dear friend whose usual bright smile was wiped away and replaced with a look so sad, it made his heart clench. So he always made exceptions for you. He simply lifted his arm, wordlessly inviting you closer, and you accepted it immediately, scooting closer and resting your head on his chest.
“What happened?” His hand placed itself on your hair, fingers softly soothing down some strands.
“They fired me today.” Your voice was quiet. Yoongi’s hand paused for a second before continuing its movements. He got the feeling you didn’t want to talk about it too much considering your short answer, so he let you be, but not before he said one last thing.
“You know I don’t sugarcoat anything. I know this seems bad right now, and it is, but don’t let this fuck everything over for you. I’ll help you through this, you know that.”
You stayed quiet but moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. His words comforted you a little bit, knowing he was always there for you no matter what. You were still worried, sad, angry, frustrated. But you just wanted to stay quiet for a bit, deciding you would think about this properly later.
“So I was at the club yesterday,” Yoongi said from his place on the kitchen table as he ate a bowl of cereal. You stood in front of the sink, washing the few dishes you had there just to get it out of the way. “Namjoon told me they were short on staff.”
“Really?” You tone was surprised.
“Yeah, you should try working there.”
The idea of working in a club never once crossed your mind. You’ve been looking for a job for a week, applying almost anywhere you found suitable enough, but to no avail. It seemed you were going to have to settle for something outside of your desired job areas for a little while, considering you were already short on money, and the rent wasn’t gonna pay itself.
“Maybe I should..” You sighed. “Maybe we can go there tomorrow night? That way I can talk to Joon and we can have a little night off. You can tell Hobi to come too, if you want.”
The following night, after spending most of your afternoon looking up job vacancies is magazines or papers or anything even remotely related, you gave up with a sigh and closed your laptop.
You decided to let loose a little tonight considering your recent stress and everything. You dressed up, did your hair, looked yourself in the mirror with one last approving glance before you made your way out the door and to Yoongi’s car that was waiting for you downstairs.
“Lookin’ good, __,” Hoseok complimented you as soon as you got in the backseat, turning to give you a bright smile that reminded you why you always loved having him around to lighten the mood.
“Thanks Hobi,” you replied and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “It’s been a while.” Yoongi started up the car after you greeted him as well and drove off to the club.
“It has. Tonight’s all about having fun yeah? You already know the job’s yours, so relax and forget about everything tonight.”
You nodded at his words, determined to make use of his advice. You were pretty sure Namjoon would accept having you as an employee. You’ve worked in clubs before. You were a college student in the past, and your student loans had you bartending for a long time in some clubs and pubs to help pay them off.
Tonight should be fun for you. You wanted to make sure of it.
And you were true to your word. As soon as you took a table, the drinks started coming, giving you that buzz and chill vibe that you craved and needed for the night. Yoongi sat back in his seat, a small smile on his lips as he watched you laugh with Hoseok, drinks in hands and singing together obnoxiously loud to the music, occasionally turning and directing the lyrics to him as he shook his head jokingly.
“I wanna dance!” You yelled over the music. Hoseok got up without hesitation, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the dance floor, moving his body to the beat already. You turned to Yoongi with a genuine smile, clearly enjoying your night so far, and he smiled back, before he disappeared from your vision when you were drowned into the crowd of dancing bodies.
It seemed like you two were dancing there or hours, when in reality, it had only been three songs.
“I’m gonna grab another drink, want anything?” Hoseok yelled in your ear over the music, and you shook your head no. You’ve had enough drinks for the night, enough to get you buzzed and feeling good, but not to have you shitfaced and puking by the end of the night.
You stayed on the dance floor while Hoseok went to the bar, enjoying the music too much to stop and go with him. He disappeared from your eyes in a few seconds, but you didn’t care as you continued to move your body to the beat.
It felt like a few minutes had passed and Hoseok still wasn’t back, when you felt a pair of unfamiliar hands land on your waist. You tensed for a second, before remembering your plan for the night. Fun.
However, before you went through with it, you had to turn around to see his face. And so you did, and you thanked God the music was loud enough to hide your gasp.
Fuck he was gorgeous.
Not too tall, but still towered over you even in your heels. Brown hair that looked fluffy enough for you to want to run a hand through it. His facial features were so soft, giving him that innocent kind of charm, but you were certain there was more to him than innocent. His eyes were what truly caught your attention, shaped so beautifully, lids falling over an ordinary set of brown irises, yet they were far from ordinary. His lips were plump, shaped in a way that made you jealous of them, yet you wanted them on yours at the same time.
If you wanted your night to be well spent, he was definitely a good sign.
His hand still rested on your waist, not moving as he waited for your approval, and you gave it to him by moving closer to him and placing your arms around his neck. He gave you a smile that almost blinded you and for a second, you questioned if your heart beat just a little bit faster because of his presence.
Your bodies started moving together in sync, and you marveled at how effortlessly his moves seemed to come, clearly showing some sort of experience. You were distracted from his dancing, however, when he leaned down to your ear to speak up.
“What’s your name?”
His voice was softer than you expected, but it still fitted him very well. Soft and silky, just as he seemed.
“__,” you answered.
Jimin. You felt your heart beat faster once again when he said his name, and you were kind of confused when it happened again. But you played it off as excitement of meeting someone new after so long and being so close to a guy like this.
Your bodies started gradually moving closer, until your torsos pressed against each other. His other arm wrapped around you as well, one of his hands moving lower to rest on your lower back, and you’d be the world’s biggest liar if you said you didn’t enjoy the closeness.
You gasped slightly when you felt him tentatively moving his hips closer to yours, testing the waters on whether you were comfortable with that kind of dancing. You didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, and the two of you got more comfortable as you danced with your bodies glued together.
The beat then switched to one of your favorite songs at the moment, and it was more than perfect for this moment.
(I started listening to Unforgettable by French Montana ft Swae Lee from here, if you’d like to listen to something while reading this!)
You were suddenly spun around in his hold, your back now pressed to his torso. Your gasp was drowned out by the sound of the music. But it seemed like second nature for you to press back against him, your hips having a mind of their own as they moved against his. His hands got braver and moved along your hips and waist, his grip tight on you but you seemed to love it for some reason.
His head moved forward and closer to you, his lips now near your ear since you could feel his warm breath on it. So you lifted one of your hands, fulfilling one of your wishes and running it through his hair that felt just as soft as it looked, enjoying the way he mindlessly nuzzled into your hand. Your other hand landed on one of his that was on your waist, holding it just because.
The position you were in was intimate, and if anyone looked over at the two of you, you were pretty sure you looked like a couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Your train of thoughts was cut off when you felt his lips place a light kiss to the shell of your ear before he moved his head down so his face was right against the crook of your neck, his lips grazing your now heated skin. Your fingers tightened slightly around his hair, and he reciprocated by puckering his lips up for that last inch of space that could barely fit a needle through, pressing a kiss to your neck.
His lips stayed still for a few seconds, then they moved again and you felt yourself getting more affected by his simple but sensual actions. He peppered delicious kisses along your skin, each one becoming more eager and sloppier
than the other, until you felt his lips part to place an open mouthed kiss to the juncture of your neck.
Your head leaned back against his shoulder, allowing him easy access to the length of your neck, feeling shivers going through your body because of how much you enjoyed his touches. His kisses got hungrier, finally parting his lips once he settled on a patch of skin and sucking softly on it. Your eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, letting out a shaky breath as sensations took over your every sense.
You really weren’t usually one to let it go far in public, you weren’t even used to dancing with hot strangers and grinding on them against the dance floor. But he was just so alluring, something about him was so captivating, it seemed as if you couldn’t control yourself around him, especially when his hand slowly but surely traveled up your side, until it grazed the side of your breast through the loose top you were wearing, barely running his thumb along it before he moved his hand back down.
But that was the last straw. You quickly turned around in his grasp causing him to detach his lips from your neck, your hand placed on his shoulder to lean into him and whisper in his ear.
“Take me home.”
A mess of tangled limbs was what you two were. Your eyes fluttered open due to the sunlight streaming in through the openings between the curtains. Despite the drinks you consumed last night, you were feeling pretty great at the moment.
You felt his arm draped over your waist, his chest pressed against your back, skin completely bare, allowing you to bask in his warmth. You could hear the soft snores escaping his lips, and to your surprise, you found the noise pretty endearing, despite you despising the sound when any of your ex-boyfriends did it.
You couldn’t help but slowly turn over in his hold, managing to keep his arm thrown around you, to face him. You almost choked on a gasp at the sight of him.
If you thought he was gorgeous last night, he was ten times more beautiful like this. You had absolutely no idea how you managed to catch his eye, let alone spend the night with him. He looked like an angel, so pure and peaceful. Hair messed up and all over the place, its brown color contrasting to the pale color of the pillow. His eyes closed, eyelashes looking as long as ever as they rested against his cheeks. Lips parted slightly, looking swollen both from sleep and from your own assault on them only hours prior.
You scooted closer to him as gently as you could, your face now barely an inch from his. So close to his face now, completely sober, yet you felt drunk and dizzy on him.
Thoughts from last night started to cloud your head, memories of your heated activities coming back in flashes.
“Fuck, Jimin,” you moaned out as you rode him slowly. Your hands rested against his chest to balance yourself as you went up and down.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned out. His hands traveled from your thighs to your ass where he squeezed harshly before landing a slap to your right cheek, causing you to squeal in surprise and pleasure.
That only resulted in you moving faster against him, bouncing harder against his cock. The bed squeaked beneath your erratic movements, the headboard banging against the wall every once in a while.
“Jimin!” You cried out when he thrusted up against you, hitting you so deep you fell forward against his chest, your body weak with pleasure.
He took that chance to bend his knees and plant his feet firmly against the mattress, grabbing your ass in both hands to hold you still before he started to pound into you harshly.
Your cry was weak and hoarse, your voice nearly gone due to your screams and moans from your previous rounds. Your body jostled on top of his with the force of his thrusts, panting against his neck and digging your nails into the sweaty skin of his chest.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned out. He stopped his thrusts, and you were about to whine before he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and flipped the two of you over so you were pinned to the mattress.
Your cries once again sounded throughout the arm when he continued pounding you into the mattress, headboard now banging against the wall with each and every thrust.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his raspy morning voice, and you felt yourself blush slightly at your dirty thoughts so early in the morning.
“Morning,” you greeted back with a smile.
He tightened his arm around you and brought you in closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m a cuddler.”
“I don’t mind,” you chuckled and stroked his hair, quite enjoying the affection you were receiving. You rarely had one night stands, but you were pretty sure guys weren’t always this nice the morning after. If anything, a proper smile was too much to get from someone after a one night stand, tops. But this, this you were enjoying.
“You hungry?” He suddenly asked, removing his face from your neck to look at you with curious eyes. You felt shy for a second, not wanting to impose and thinking he was just an overly nice and polite person in general.
“Ah, thank you Jimin. You really don’t have to-”
“Come on, I’m not the best cook, but I can cook something up.”
He got up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a pair of boxers from his nightstand before pulling it up his legs, and you took a few seconds to admire the view of his back, so soft yet muscly, begging to be touched. Then you noticed a faint red over his shoulder blades, and you quickly realized they were your damn scratch marks.
You felt your cheeks turned red at the sight and you quickly turned away, your eyes quickly scanning the room in search of your clothes. They landed on a spot near the door, so you wrapped the sheets around you and got up to grab the discarded shirt and jeans. You held your jeans in one hand and threw them on the bed before grabbing your top. However, when you held it up and saw that it was ripped right down the middle.
Your eyes widened and you looked to Jimin who was stood there, mouth agape and cheeks tinted pink.
“Uh, I’m-” he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck bashfully. “I’m so sorry. Here, wait a second.” He turned to his closet and opened it, flipping through hangers before he grabbed a plan black t-shirt that seemed a few sizes too big, but it would do.
“It’s fine,” you chuckled. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Jimin,” you said after you two finished eating. “For breakfast. And..for last night.”
He looked up at you with his sweet smile as he was putting away the dishes.
“It was my pleasure. Both of those things.”
You blushed for the nth time, before you looked down at your phone to check the time. Your eyes widened when you saw 8 missed calls from Yoongi, 5 from Hoseok, and 18 total texts from both.
“Shit,” you muttered under your breath and got up from your seat. “I think I’m gonna head out now.”
“Oh,” his smile faltered just for a bit but he managed to stop it. “Of course. I can drive you.”
“No, I couldn’t ask that of you Jimin, You’ve already been so sweet to me,” you smiled at him gratefully. “I can catch a cab from here.”
He reluctantly agreed, walked you to the door, and watched you walk away from his apartment.
You both felt a heavy sinking feelings in your stomach with each step you took away from him, and his feeling only double when you were completely out of view and he shut the door.
You frowned at the feeling. But you convinced yourself it was because it’s been so long since you’ve been with a guy in any way, and the one you happened to meet with last night seemed like a complete sweetheart and gentleman.
You hailed a cab and told the driver your address before deciding to distract yourself with replying to Yoongi. As you typed out a text, as if on cue, your phone started ringing with his name on the screen. You slid open the green button and placed the phone to your ear.
“Did you get laid last night?”
His question was so sudden you almost choked on your own spit.
“Yoongi!” You snapped. “Morning to you too, asshole.”
“I’m hoping that’s a yes.”
“It’s a none of your damn business.”
“Listen I’ll talk to you later. I just got home and I’m in desperate need of a shower,” you said as you got out of the cab.
“Alright, text me later.”
You sighed and locked your phone before placing it in your back pocket. You didn’t take notice of the large van that was parked right in front of your building, the trunk open and filled with boxes and bags.
You took the stairs when you saw that stinky old man waiting on the elevator door. You reached your floor in no time, walking down the hall, head down and looking for your keys in your purse.
That was a bad decision since you managed to bump into a wall. Well, what felt like a wall. It was definitely solid.
You stumbled back but caught yourself before you went too far, looking up to find a guy about your age, maybe a tiny bit older staring back at you apologetically.
“I’m so sor-”
“I’m really s-”
You both chuckled at your attempts of apologizing.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t even looking in front of me,” you said.
“It’s fine, really,” he smiled what seemed to be the cutest smile in the world, making him seem much younger than he actually was. “I’m moving in here. Do you live here, too?”
“Yeah, apartment 205. Welcome to the building. What apartment are you moving into?” You asked with a smile, and his smile only widened before he chuckled. You felt your stomach fill with butterflies at the simple sound, but you tried to push them down and keep them at bay.
“204. I guess we’re neighbors, yeah?” He stretched his hand out for me to shake. “I’m Jungkook.”
Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the vibrating noise from the table waking her up. She looked around and found herself on her couch, the TV blasting Family Guy throughout the small apartment. She must have fallen asleep after the jubilee, it was a tiring night and she didn’t exactly have all that great of a time. Too much seeing Jughead, the boy she had been helplessly in love with for months, being all couple-y and cute with Betty.
Vvvrrrmmm Vvvrrrmmm Vvvrrrmmm
She looked over to the coffee table in front of her and her phones screen was lit up, showing that she had an oncoming call from Betty. She picked up the phone and swiped to answer it. “Hey B, what’s up?”
“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for about a half hour now!” she yelled, and Y/N started to feel worry set it, Betty sounded panicked.
“I fell asleep on my couch, I’m sorry.” Y/N stuttered.
“I thought you got shot too!” Betty yelled, and panic shot through Y/N. She stood from her couch and started running for her shoes.
“Who got shot? What the hell is going on?” she yelled, anxiety coursing through her voice and body.
“A lots going on, Fred got shot in Pops just about a half hour ago, he was in critical condition when the ambulance picked him up, and Archie is a mess. Not only that, but Cheryls house caught on fire, and Jughead joined the Southside Serpents.” Bettys voice rang through Y/Ns ears.
“Oh my god. What the hell is happening to this fucking town!” Y/N yelled, running out of her house, her dress flying around in the windy night. She started to walk towards Jugheads trailer, thankfully it wasn’t too far from her shitty apartment.
“Can you talk to Jughead, tell him that this whole Serpent thing isn’t a good idea, he won’t listen to me for whatever reason, but maybe he’ll listen to you.” Betty pleaded, and Y/N rolled her eyes although no one was there to see it.
“You’re his girlfriend and he didn’t listen to you, what makes you think he’ll listen to me?” Y/N argued, and Betty sighed on the other end of the phone.
“You’re his best friend. He always listens to you, doesn’t matter what it’s about, you’re the only person whose advice he takes to heart. I wish he’d listen to me, but I guess I’m just not as important.” Betty said sadly, and Y/N felt her heart drop a little. Betty was her best girl-friend, she hated that she felt that way.
“Betty, you’re far more important to him than me, that’s why he chose you. But, I’ll give it a shot. Why does it matter that he became a serpent anyways, it’s expected. His dad was one, so it’s not that big of a surprise he is.” Y/N said, turning a corner and looking both ways before she crossed the street.
“Because Jughead is better than that, anyways, there is no way I could be with a serpent, no matter who it was. Look, I love Jughead, but if he stays, I’m gone. I can’t deal with that.”Betty said, and Y/N could tell it hurt her to say.
“I don’t know Betty, maybe you’re over-reacting. It’s probably just a phase, or something he’s doing to get deeper into the case. I don’t think we’ve uncovered all the facts about Jasons murder, why else would all this shit still being going down?” Y/N said, trying to talk Betty out of breaking up with Jughead. It would crush him, and ultimately it would crush Y/N to see him so upset. Although, it would give her a chance to swoop in and help him, but did she really want to be that girl? The one who breaks up couples to get the guy she wants? No she couldn’t do it, she cared for the two of them too much.
“I don’t think we have all the facts either, but it doesn’t matter. Jughead and I cannot be together if he’s a serpent, that’s final.” Betty said, and Y/N sighed.
“I’ll do my best to talk to him then. I don’t want to see you guys hurt.” Y/N said, a tinge of pain ringing through her. She walked into the trailer park and spotted Jugheads place. “I’m going to let you go though, I’m here.” She said, and she heard Betty sniffle on the other side.
“Okay, good luck.” Betty said, hanging up the phone.
“Yeah,” Y/N mumbled to herself, walking up the steps and knocking on the door. She backed up slightly so she didn’t get hit with the door, but she was surprised when she heard a dog bark from inside. The door swung open and a dog ran out, jumping up on her and barking.
“Hotdog, get off her!” a voice she didn’t recognize called, and she looked up to see a long-haired man staring down at her.
“It’s okay, he’s not hurting me. He’s very cute, is he yours?” Y/N asked, trying to be as polite as she could to the stranger.
“Actually, I think he’s Jugheads now.” The man said, and Y/N nodded, leaning down to pet the dog. “Speaking of Jughead, I’m assuming you’re here to see him?”
“Yeah, I am, is he inside?” Y/N asked, and the man nodded. She looked at the man and noticed the jacket he was wearing. ‘serpent.’ She thought to herself. “I’m Y/N by the way, I like your jacket.” She commented, and the man smiled.
“Oh yeah, you’re not scared?” he teasingly asked, and Y/N laughed.
“Y/N wouldn’t be scared of serpents, she actually admires you guys. Always has, that’s why she got along with my dad so well.” Jugheads voice rang behind the man, and Y/N smiled.
“Is that so?” the man asked, looking down at the (Y/H/C) girl. She stood taller and smirked, trying to look as confident as possible.
“I’m not scared of anything.” Y/N said, sliding by the man and into the trailer and making her way to Jughead.
“Well except for clowns and spiders.” Jughead said, and she nodded, causing laughter from a few men who were also in the trailer.
“So if we got attacked by a spider dressed as a clown-“ one man started.
“Or a clown dressed as a spider-“ another added.
“You’d be terrified?” the long-haired man finished their sentence. Y/N and Jughead laughed.
“I’d be dead, I would have an actual heart-attack.” She teased, and the men laughed again. “Don’t tell anyone I said that though, I don’t need people knowing my weaknesses.”
“Your secret is safe with us.” The long-haired man said, and Y/N plopped herself down on a couch, nodding her head in approval.
“Good.” She said, looking around the room.
“What brings you here, tonight?” Jughead asked, sitting beside her. Hotdog walked over, laying in front of Jugheads feet, and he leaned over to pet him.
“Betty is worried and our town is still as hellish as ever. The police really suck ass at their jobs, I’m just about to go in and take over.” Y/N sighed, and the men laughed again. “What, you don’t think I can fix Riverdale?” she asked, and the long-haired man held his hands up.
“I didn’t say that.” He replied defensively, and she smiled.
“Good, because I totally could. We just need people to rally up the citizens of Riverdale, something that could motivate them to do more for this town, make it better than it was before all of this Jason bullshit went down. I just need to cause enough trouble to get the police off their ass, or enough trouble to fix the problems of the town. I haven’t decided which yet, but I know I could do it.” Y/N said, smiling to all the men in the room. Jughead laughed, and she looked at him. “Of course, I would have to do it with my partner in crime, Mr. Jones here.” Jughead smiled and the men chuckled.
“Do you two get into a lot of trouble together?” one of the men asked, and Jughead nodded.
“Enough to cause Betty to worry about me.” He said, and the men all raised their eyebrows at the two teenagers.
“I see.” The long-haired man said, and Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Not that kind of trouble, oh my god. I swear you guys are 16-year-old-boys.” She teased, and the men in the room laughed again.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” The long-haired man said, and Jughead teasingly elbowed her.
“And I’m going to take offense, seeing that I am a 16-year-old-boy.” He said, and Y/N gave him an evil smile.
“Good, take offense.” She said, and he rolled his eyes and slumped back into the couch. “Anyways, Betty was always mad because we found ourselves in compromising and dangerous situations when it came to the whole Jason Blossom murder case. We went all in, emerging ourselves in whatever danger Jason might have put himself in that way we could get to the bottom of the case.” The men all nodded.
“Of course she was suspicious that we were sleeping together, or that I was cheating on her with all the time we spent together, it took awhile for her to accept the fact that we are just best friends.” Jughead said.
“Which doesn’t make any sense to me because she knew we were before you guys even got together. We became friends immediately after I moved here last year.” Y/N added, and Jughead nodded. “She actually sent me over here to talk you out of being a serpent, but I could care less. I was just planning on telling her you wouldn’t listen to me and to just let you live your life, but then she started talking about breaking up with you because of it and then I didn’t know what I was going to do.” Y/N admitted, and the men in the room all fell very silent.
“She was going to break up with me because of it?” Jughead asked, hints of anger present in his voice. Y/N nodded, and he huffed out in frustration. “Why can’t she be accepting like you? And I thought dating Betty was going to be less complicated than dating you, but obviously I made the wrong decision.” Jughead said, and Y/N froze in her seat.
“Oh shit.” The long-haired man said, and the men all nodded in agreement. This was definitely an ‘oh shit’ moment.
“What?” Y/N asked, looking at the raven-haired boy who hadn’t caught his slip up. Jughead looked around the room and noticed all the eager faces looking at him, and it was then he caught his mistake after thinking over what just came out of his mouth.
“Yeah, dating Betty has been super complicated lately, she and I are complete opposites, not that you and I are any better, but at least we have a lot more in common than her and I.” he said, trying to explain it in a way that wouldn’t give away his feelings, but it only made it worse.
“So what you’re saying is that you’d rather date Y/N here…?” the long-haired man said, and Jughead stuttered, wracking his brain for the right words to say. Maybe he should just come out and say what was really on his mind, but he was worried.
“You know what, Y/N. Just let her break up with me, the fact that she can’t over look this one decision I made in my life and love me enough to accept me shows that maybe we just aren’t meant to be together.” Jughead said, standing up and walking towards the front door. He picked up his jacket off the side of a chair on the way and put it on, the snake on the back fully visible to everyone behind him.
‘damn, he looks good in that jacket, I have to admit it.’ She thought to herself, but then the door slammed and it broke her out of her thoughts. She looked around at the group of men around her, and they all stared at her.
“Well, go after him then. Get that boy and never let him go.” The long-haired man said, and she chuckled.
“Why do I get the feeling you guys are fans of chick-flicks?” she teased, and they all laughed as well.
“What, just because we’re in a gang doesn’t mean we don’t have feelings. This is young love, its cute.” One of the men said, and Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled. It was nice to see such strong and scary guys have actual loving feelings you wouldn’t expect them to have.
“Well, you’re wasting time. Go on.” The long-haired one said, and Y/N nodded, making her way out of the trailer. She wandered around and found Jughead by the entrance sign, and she slowly approached him.
“You alright?” she asked, and Jughead turned around, giving her a tight smile.
“Not really, but whatever.” He said, and Y/N sighed. “I thought she would accept me, she told me tonight she loved me, and i-I told her the same thing. I’m starting to realize now that maybe neither of us meant it, we were just caught in the moment.” Jughead ran his hand through his hair, and it was then she noticed he was beanie free. She smiled apologetically at him and walked the rest of the way to him, embracing him. Jughead held onto her tight, and she enjoyed the moment, closing her eyes, trying to remember every detail of that second so she could cherish it forever. Little did she know, Jughead was doing the same thing. She pulled away from him, and looked up at the blue-eyed boy, and she shivered slightly at the loss of his body heat. It was cold out and she was in a dress, she was freezing.
“You must be so cold.” Jughead said worriedly, taking off his jacket and handing it to the girl.
“I’m fine-“ she tried to refuse, but he rolled his eyes.
“Take it.” He said, and she took it from him, slipping the leather jacket on herself. It was big on her because Jughead was much taller than she was, and he laughed at the sight of her in it.
“What?” she said, trying to hide her blush.
“You would just look cute as a serpent.” He said, and she couldn’t hide her blush now.
“Whatever.” She said, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. The cold was bitter, the winter was settling in hard.
“I’m sorry for calling you cute, damn.” Jughead said, pretending to be offended, and she rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Don’t be so sensitive, I-“ she cut herself off, she didn’t know if she should do what she was about to, although she really wanted to.
“You what?” he said quietly, and she thought to herself that he probably already knew what she was thinking. She stayed silent though, thinking about what she was going to do. “I like you, you know. I have for a long time.” Jughead said, and Y/N stared up at him.
“Betty is nice, I like her, but not as much as I like you. I just figured that if I went for you, our friendship would be ruined and it would just complicate everything. I see now that I was wrong. I think we are meant to be together, and I really mean that.” Y/N smiled softly, and so did Jughead. They stood there for awhile, just looking at eachother and not really saying anything, and Y/N figured that must have been kind of weird.
“We should probably go inside.” She said awkwardly, breaking their silence. Jughead looked towards the trailer and nodded.
“Probably.” He said. “But first-“ Jughead grabbed onto Y/Ns wrist and crashed his lips with hers, and she smiled and melted into it.
“Okay, that was unexpected.” Y/N said, and Jughead laughed. “It wasn’t bad!” she quickly exclaimed, trying to fix her mistake in words. “I just- I- I liked it. I like you.” She said, and jughead nodded, taking her hand and they walked to the trailer in silence. He opened the door and the two of them entered, and all the men looked at Y/N and cheered. She looked down and realized she still had his jacket on and she blushed, looking down and burying her head into his chest. Betty and Jughead were both going to be hurt, but she could help them both, and she knew in the end she could help them heal.
EXO Reaction ~ They Think You’re Cheating On Them but The Guy You’ve Been Seen With Is Your Brother.
Exo reaction Ot12 when they think you are cheating on them because of rumors of you dating with a guy but the guy was your brother :D thanks ILoveUrBlog
A/N: Okay so I’m going to type up the next Aesthetic tonight, hopefully have it posted tonight too ~ ily all
Suho would go completely from being mad at you, to the horrible rumors then at himself for believing in that kind of nonsense knowing you wouldn’t do such thing. He’d apologize to you and your brother repeatedly for any harm caused by any hateful EXO-Ls and would do anything to make it up to you.
“Ah Jagiya, I should have knew he was your brother - You look so alike…”
Baekhyun had no idea that you had a brother so when saw you being hugged in the sm lobby by a ‘suspicious male’ he ran and told Kyungsoo that he saw you with another guy straight away not wanting him to find out from the media. When Soo found out his heart dropped and had to find out himself by checking the security cameras.
To say Baek got a ‘small’ beating after Soo saw it was your brother dropping you off was an understatement.
“How was I supposed to know they were siblings?!”
Sehun almost shit himself when he saw all the rumors and pictures this mystery guy was in with your family on your instagram. He took a pile of screenshots and you only laughed at him for a few hours.
“Oh my gosh it’s not funny, y/n. I was generally annoyed… I haven’t even got into one of your family pics yet.”
Would be literal shocked when he found out that the guy you were rumored to be rumored to be cheating on him with is your brother, making him feel bad for ranting at you.
“In my defense you look nothing alike and you were hugging in that picture…”
Tries to make up four hundred and ten excuses under the sun on how that he never doubted you for a second but he was actually really intimidated by your death glare.
“This was fate trying to test us, I swear ~ but I never trusted those shady rumors in the first place…”
Kris would look up from his phone and shrug it off as if it wasn’t a big deal, pulling you onto his lap.
“As if you would cheat on me, I’m totally your style.”
Once this little shit realized that he got into a complete misunderstanding, he would try to make it up to you with the worst possible aegyo and a bunch of gifts even though you already told him it was all chill.
“But jagi I feel bad, have this plushy bear please.. It’ll make me feel a little better”
When Chanyeol found out through the rumors, he was running around your shared apartment punching the air saying how no other man was allowed to touch his girl. After you explained the ‘other man’ was your brother he nearly dropped like a fish.
“I knew that, I was practicing my throws for when guys actually started to flirt with you.”
Not at all did you expect the reaction you had got from Yixing, who straight up ranted at you with an actual vocal list on how much better “that guy you’re supposedly cheating on him with” he is. What shocked you the most was when he told you that his penis was cute and what shocked HIM was when you told him that that “guy you aren’t cheating on him with” is your big bro.
“Well shit fam… My penis is still Kawaii…”
Okay but you walk home and see Jongin dancing in the kitchen to Sexy Back and he’s running his fingers through his hair looking at you like he wants to bring you to the bedroom.
“Jongin Please, if this is about those rumors he’s my brother and I will show u fucking baby pictures.”
Will bring you to all of your favorite places to make it up to you for accusing you of cheating because of filthy rumors but gets super pissed off when some guy at the hot dog stand in the theme park starts to hit on you; so he knocks him out for six.
“Jesus Christ, Baekhyun… I thought we established already that I wasn’t leaving you for anyone.”
Would have a silent hissy fit to himself even though he found out the guy was actually your brother, because in the process he found out he was a Gucci model too and owned more collections than him.
“Are you sure he won’t lend me his 2015 Summer Collection Leather Jacket?”
‘Can you do a Simon imagine where you dated before he start YouTube but broke up and were is first everything and the one he wanted to marry. He still in love with you. The other sidemen beside JJ don’t know about and when you guys see each other again you’re dating another sidemen please’
I knocked on the door of the large house. There were three cars parked out the front, almost symmetrical. The house was intimidating - it was clearly home to a few people, assumedly very rich people. The guy I was dating had assured me he didn’t live here - Harry, was his name. He had told me he was a youtube entertainer, and that this house was the home of his friends, that he stayed here before making announcements and filming videos. I agreed nonchalantly whilst he had explained this. But inside, the mention of Youtube made me want to run and hide. I had had experience with a Youtuber before - Simon, my first boyfriend - and the precious website had been the end all of what we had. Ever since I stayed away from it completely. I had been lucky in the sense I was dating Simon before he got too invested, and so I had no idea of where his success had taken him, or if he had been successful at all. This also meant I never received any social media attention at all, and the entire relationship stayed a simple secret. I hoped things with Harry would hopefully go the same way - although, without all the messy break up of course.
When the door opened I came face to face with Harry. Instantly I smiled as he welcomed me in with a warm embrace.
“Y/n, you came!”
“Of course,” I smiled.
“Well, we’re gonna film a bit later but for now we’re just chilling. Come through to the kitchen you can meet the others.”
He took my jacket before taking me through to the kitchen. I smiled politely as I was confronted by four guys, all sitting and standing round a kitchen table. Sat together were two of them, one of them slightly bigger than the rest and the other beholding a distinctive beard. Stood by the fridge was a slightly smaller Indian boy in khaki shorts and a pizza patterned hoodie. Then on the other side of the room, closer to me, stood the last man, a quite muscular and broad black guy wearing a snapback and a gold chain. The one with the beard spoke first.
“Hello, you must be Harry’s girlfriend! I’m Josh.”
He stood up to come and greet me, wrapping me in a formal hug. I smiled appreciatively into his shoulder.
Two of the other boys greeted themselves as Ethan and Vik, before alerting me that the guy in the beast shirt, who had left shortly to take a phone call was called JJ. I recognised the rare name. Harry took a seat from around the kitchen table, pulling me down to sit on his lap. I smiled uncomfortably at the PDA.
“So Y/n,” Ethan addressed me. “Tell us a bit about yourself, what do you do for a living, where are you from?”
“Well, I’m from Watford but living in Stratford. I’m currently training as a probation officer.”
“Oh that sounds interesting, what does that entail?” Josh asked as all the other boys watched with intrigued eyes.
“Well I went to university in Watford and studied criminology for a few years, then eventually graduated and now I’m in first year of probation training. It’s gonna take a while to properly climb through the career but it’s something I’ve always been interested in.”
At this point JJ walked in. He patted my back slightly as he took a seat around the table, as if to make up for the lack of greeting earlier without interrupting my conversation. I appreciated this - although I couldn’t shake the feeling of deja vu I felt in his presence.
“Oh criminology?” The indian boy that I knew to be Vik spoke up. “I’ve heard that’s a lot of essay writing, isn’t that what Simon did before he dropped out?”
Josh, the beard guy seemed to notice my confusion.
“Our friend, Simon. He started out doing a criminology course but didn’t like the coursework content, so he dropped out and began youtube instead. He lives here actually, JJ where’s Simon?”
“I’m here why- Y/n?”
My heart stopped as a new boy entered the kitchen. His face seemed to pale as we made eye contact. Simon. Oh my God.
“Simon? You alright mate?” Josh asked, eyebrows furrowed in subtle confusion. “This is Y/n, Harry’s girlfriend - although it seems you already know her..?”
“We met in a club once,” He interrupted, not taking his eyes off me. “That’s it.”
“Really? She shares a lot of similarities with you actually, she grew up in Watford too.”
“Small world,” he muttered.
An uncomfortable silence reasoned throughout the room for a second before the rest of the boys continued conversation, excluding me this time. My eyes remained on Simon. He had changed significantly since we had crossed paths for the last time about four years ago. He had grown, massively, now towering over everyone. His hair was a brave shade of red, longer than it was when he was younger. Even his eyes seemed to glow brighter. He was a whole new person. Eventually he broke the eye contact.
“JJ, can you come up to my room please?”
The guy on my right looked up from his phone.
“Um yeah, sure?”
Both boys left, and I focused my attention to the kitchen island. Holy fucking shit. What a small world.
“Dude, that’s her.” I spoke quickly to JJ as I leant against my bedroom door. “It’s…Y/n.”
“Her? What Harry’s girlfriend, yeah I know she’s hot right?”
“No, you fucking idiot. It’s Y/n. As in, my Y/n. Only girl I’ve ever loved, Y/n.”
JJ’s eyes widened. He put his phone in the pocket of his tracksuit bottoms, sitting down onto my bed. “Oh…shit, man. Dude, you did well. She’s hot.”
“Fuck off.” I spat at Jide, who held his hands up in defence. “Yeah, shit indeed. How the fuck has this happened? Why would she do this, she must know Harry and I are friends surely? We have a fucking book together.”
“Well, unless she’s been living under a rock, yeah.”
“Fuck, she looks good,” I sighed, sitting down next to Jide on my bed. “Better than before. She looks hotter, healthier…happier. She looks happier.”
“Dude, you have to do something. This can’t happen, Harry can’t just be parading her round here when you love her. It’s not fair.”
“What the fuck can I do? He has no idea, and she’s his now. I have no rights over her, she’s allowed to do whatever she wants. Oh God.”
As my eyes welled up slightly I put my head in my hands.
“Fuck. Good point.”
“I love her, JJ. I really fucking love her.”
“I know you do, Simon.” He rubbed my back in encouragement, which only made me want to cry more. “We’re gonna do something okay, we have to. Maybe you should talk to her?”
I shook my head in silence. A tear rolled down my cheek and landed on my carpet, out of Jide’s eyesight. What a fucking mess. I couldn’t get rid of the image in my brain - her tiny hands resting under her chin. The natural waves in her hair. Her glossy eyes looking into mine, the shock on her face. Even the way she sat on top of Harry. That image made my fists tighten.
“Out of all the girls Harry could have chosen…it just has to be her. I never ever mentioned her, never showed anyone any photos, never talked about her in a video. But he still ends up with her.”
“I know man,” JJ sighed, hand still on my back. “It’s a small, small world bro.”
anon said: Smut with Jaehyun please. Jaehyun’s back from performing abroad and he’s brought you a little present, lingerie. you’re more than happy to oblige and give him what he wants but you’ve also bought a few surprises, a pair of handcuffs and blindfolds. your both eager to get it on in an ‘extra special’ way tonight. Feel free to play with any other fetish or kink. maybe ice play, breath control and overstimulation. what can I say I have a wild imagination lol. Peace!~~
author: admin ni ayeee
word count: 2,834 (i got a little carried away, so not sorry :) )
genre: kink smut for ya nasties
a/n: luv ur request marry me (again the “sex” is referring to ya naughty parts lmaooooo)
You shuffled around with your paperwork on your desk, trying to gather the new contract for your last client of the day. On one end you liked being able to leave work early for a meeting, on the other end sometimes these new client meetings could last longer than your actual shift. But anything to solidify a new partnership.
Looking at your watch you groaned. If you could wrap up this meeting in about an hour then you’d have plenty of time to stop at the grocery store and pick up Kiseok’s favorites for dinner.
But something told you that this client was going to be a pain in the ass. He already had so many demands, one of which being that you had to meet him at his restaurant of choice.
Walking out of your building, you hailed a taxi and gave Kiseok another call just to check in, to your surprise he actually answered.
EXO Reaction to seeing you with your new boyfriend
Anon Requested: EXO’s reactions to seeing you (their ex girlfriend) after a few months with someone new. They wanted to get back together with you.
I wanted to update so much you guys :(( My personal life has been going downhill once again and I can feel myself slowly go back into my depression and lose my love of writing again but I really am trying :/ Things have just been bad but I really hope you like this reaction.
Myung Jun ): He saw you with him when he pulled up to your apartment. His car was parked beside yours and was knocking at the door, his thoughts were answered when you smiled and kissed him on your doorstep. Sehun didn’t even get out of his car, he was too embarrassed and drove away.
Jongin ( Il Hoon ): Jongin wanted you back the second he ruined everything and broke up with you. He knew you needed space so he didn’t come to you immediately, he took his time trying to think of how to win you back and express just how he screwed up. He knew where you trained and what room to go to but what he didn’t expect was seeing you dance so closely with a man he didn’t know. He didn’t say anything, no words came to mind but the thought of coming to you sooner rather than later.
Kyungsoo ( Ji Ho ): Kyungsoo was heartbroken seeing you with him, he hated it even more that he took you to the awards shows. Seeing you dressed up and being so close with Jiho he didn’t like it at all. He didn’t understand what you saw in him as the both of them were so different, he didn’t like the way Jiho looked at you but now he couldn’t do anything, it was too late.
Chanyeol ( Yoon Gi ): Chanyeol was really hurt when he saw you with Yoongi, he assumed you never cared about him in the first place. Chanyeol dropped whatever he had in his hands and turned away from you with what seemed to be your new boyfriend. Everything in his hands came crashing down on the ground causing you to turn back. “Chanyeol?” He heard your voice, he knew your voice but he kept walking not looking back.
Jongdae ( Jae Hyung ): He didn’t know how to feel, seeing you with another man hurt him but Jongdae couldn’t help but know he was the reason you were with him in the first place, he drove you away and realized that he truly did need and want you until it was too late.
Baekhyun ( Dae Hyun ): He didn’t like that you got over him so quickly, seeing you with Daehyun pissed him off and all thoughts of getting back together with you left his mind. He honestly couldn’t believe that you already got back together with someone else and just stared, a little bit in disbelief but mostly in anger.
Junmyeon ( Hyun-woo ): He was hurt, what else could you expect? He loved you with every ounce of his being and wanted you back. His heart broke seeing you in the arms of someone else, he didn’t want to believe that you were over him, that he didn’t mean anything and that it was so easy for you to move on. He stood there, heart breaking and not knowing what to do next.
Yixing ( Min Seok ): He felt betrayed, he was the reason for the break up but seeing you with his hyung felt like a betrayal. Minseok was there for you for the break up, you didn’t mean to fall for him so quickly but it had just happened. Yixing thought he wanted you back but seeing you with his own group member let alone someone he called a brother was hard for him to face, so he walked away from the two of you refusing to speak to either.
Minseok ( Seung Hyun ): He was confused, he didn’t think you had moved on and from what he had heard from others you wanted him back too. So seeing you with Seunghyun hurt him but confused him even more, he wanted to believe it was just a ploy to get over him but when you started calling Seunghyun your boyfriend everything in his heart shattered to pieces.
i got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night AU
my stupid cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so i followed him inside and you came home earlier than i expected and found me in the middle of your living room but i swear i’m not a burglar ok
you left your USB flash drive in the library computer and i had to go through your files to figure out who you are and i ended up reading the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re actually really good????
i was trying to read in the park and your stray football fucking knocked me unconscious
this really cute guy rented the apartment over the bakery/flower shop/store i work at and i keep trying to find excuses to be outside when he comes home
it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD
my best mate somehow fucked up my tv and tonight is the season premiere of this show i really really like and no livestream will work on my computer so will you please let me watch it on your tv i promise i’ll go back to my flat once it’s over
look i’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a whole through my ceiling with your bed thanks
Song that plays on the radio: Ed Sheeran, Even My Dad Does Sometimes
Being one of BTS’s makeup artist had its pros and cons as every other job. On one hand, you got to be very close to 7 men you had adored for years, spending some days locked in a small room with heavy lightning and chairs, putting makeup on them all. On another hand; you spend some days locked in a small room alone with 7 beautiful, talented and kind idols.
Your job required you to stand face to face with Bangtan, with only a few centimetres in between you and whoever you were putting makeup on. The boys were quite fond of you. They always asked how your day had been, complementing your outfit and always saying thank you after you were done with their makeup followed by a bow. You had also grown quite close to the members, especially Jimin with the two of you being around the same age. Jimin had been one of the first to get to know you. Even though he was either exhausted or preparing to go on stage he always talked to you. Telling you small jokes to make you giggle or telling you about an amazing restaurant nearby. He once said, it was too bad they only stayed in a certain city for one night; otherwise, he would have taken you to an amusement park he had been in when he was younger. You weren’t sure if you understood it correctly. But it sounded like a date. But, why would a perfect idol want to ask you out? Why would he want a makeup artist that didn’t even make the half that he did?
Your long train of thoughts got interrupted by a small knock on your door. Your manager peeked inside and saw you standing ready. “Oh great Y/N you’re already ready, the guys have just gotten into their clothes. They’ll come any minute now” he informed you. You gave him thumbs up as he closed and disappeared behind the door again. Tonight was the night Bangtan was performing in Anaheim and everything had to be perfect. Namjoon had been training few English phrases to the rest of Bangtan so they could introduce themselves on stage.
Outside the door, you could hear footsteps getting closer and voices talking. The first voice you could recognise was a very deep voice that could only belong to Taehyung, or V, as he was known on stage. And right to your assumptions, his face with his big boxy smile was the first to enter the door. “Y/n!” He smiled as he waved his hands.“Hi” You giggled leading him towards the first makeup chair. He looked into the mirror and began messing with his hair. “No no no, Taehyung how many times must I tell you. Don’t touch your hair” you slapped his fingers away from his hair, smiling. “I know” he sighed and leant back in his chair. Without noticing Namjoon and Hoseok had also entered the room, sitting down in two chairs waiting for their turn. You started applying a moisturiser and a primer to Taehyung face. That’s when you noticed the discolouring under Taehyung’s eyes. And unlike usually, he didn’t close his eyes when you started touching his face. He looked at you, studying your hair and skin. That’s when you also noticed the fact his eyes were slightly redder than usual. This was all very weird. “Taehyung, are you okay?” You asked him slowly as you began dapping on a BB cream. He looked down onto his fingers placed in his lab. “Hm-mm” he nodded not very convincing. “Are you tired?” you asked him once again. You started focusing on his brows filling them in with dark brown to match his hair. “Yeah, I didn’t really sleep as much tonight. Nerves, I guess” He said slowly. Not wanting to interrogate the poor man any further, you dropped the topic and just focused on his eye makeup. He didn’t require much, just a simple dark grey and brown eyeshadow and he was good to go. He looked into the mirror and gave an unsure smile. “Do I look good?” He asked looking up at you. You giggled. “Yes Tae you do, now send in another one of the guys while I begin on Namjoon okay?” you answered him giving his shoulder a quick comforting squeeze as he walked out of the door. Something was defiantly up with him. You turned around and began working on Namjoon. He was on his phone scrolling through twitter. He had already popped in his contact lenses making his eyes light blue as the sky. Judging by Namjoon’s silence, there was also something up with him. “You nervous as well?” You asked breaking the silence. You started with a concealer on Namjoon to make his skin as flawless as possible. “Yeah” He began, thinking over his next words. “I don’t know, it’s the whole Jimin thing you know?”
You knew what he was talking about. Some random girl on twitter had been lashing out on Jimin, giving him death threats. And tonight was the night. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been reading her tweets over and over, again and again. They kept on haunting you, you started dreaming about what would happen. If he did get shot, perhaps fatally, he would never know how you felt about him. How everything you saw reminded you somehow about him. You knew he would never feel the same about you, that’s why you’d been keeping your feelings secret.
“I just feel like as a leader I should be saying something, as his friend I should be saying something. But PD has told us to keep shut. But I just–, aish” He couldn’t finish his sentence. You tinted his lips while nodding slightly. “I know what you mean” You wanted to comfort Namjoon, but you could barely comfort yourself. How were you supposed to comfort another? You finished his makeup quickly. He stood up and looked at you. Seconds passed where you both just stared at each other. “Be careful out there alright?” you said. “Security is tightened I know, but still…” Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile. “We are called bulletproof for a reason y/n, don’t worry you’ll get to take my makeup off tonight and put on new tomorrow” and with that comment, he walked out of the room calling in Yoongi. You switched on working on Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin and Jungkook and before you knew it you only needed to do Jimin’s makeup.
“Jin can you please find Jimin and send him in for me?” you asked Jin. He left you alone in the room as you started cleaning brushes. Your heart was in your throat, should you tell Jimin how you felt? What if something happens? What colour of flowers should you buy? Would you even be invited to the funeral? Your mind was filled with bad thoughts and almost didn’t hear when the door opened and closed behind you. You turned around with your eyes stinging from holding back tears. There he was. Park Jimin. He was wearing tight black jeans with holes in the knees. Black t-shirt with a blue and white striped shirt over. He looked effortlessly beautiful. He stared directly at you and you prayed he wouldn’t notice your reddening eyes. You patted the chair he should sit in, and without saying a word he sat down and looked into the mirror. It felt like time was on double speed. No matter how slow you tried to put on his makeup, there wasn’t enough time. Someone was stealing him away from you, and you could barely hold yourself together. He followed you with his dark brown eyes. Your cheeks were a bit flushed, so was the tip of your nose. You concentrated on applying his face makeup, you didn’t even notice his staring. Did you even know how crazy he was about you? How many times he had tried asking you out, but you haven’t gotten the hint. Not being able to stay in silence with him you turned on the radio. It was a quiet song that started to play. A soft voice was singing, a guitar and piano harmonising. You patted with your fingertips concealer under his eyes. Carefully you lined his waterlines, applied a pinkish lip tint to his bottom lip. He looked so stunning.
You swallowed and took a step back looking at him. “I think I’m done” He looked into the mirror and chuckled. “You’ve done it again y/n, thank you so much” he stood up from the chair and gave you a bow. “It’s my job…” you sighed. You turned away from him and found yourself cleaning brushes again, not being able to look him in the eyes. His beautiful dark brown eyes. Jimin appeared behind you and you gasped as you made eye contact in the mirror. He stood silently behind you, looking at your every move. He followed your eyes when they landed on him. “Wait, aish I’m sorry y/n I forgot to put my contacts in!” He exclaimed suddenly making you jump. “Arh Jimin! They’re so hard getting in without messing up the makeup. Be careful, do you have the lenses with you?” You asked turning around facing him. He stood quite close to you, so close you could feel his breath tickling your face. Jimin took up a small box from the back of his pants. You moved out of the way so he was closer to the mirror. He started slowly pulling his under eye down, making you bite your lip. There wasn’t enough time to re-do his eye makeup before the stage opened. Jimin held his breath as he brought the lens closer and closer to his eye. For a moment you thought he was going to get it in, but his reflexes got the better of him and he blinked last minute making the lens falling out and smudging the lower waterline. He tried again. His finger got closer and closer to his eye, but once again last minute he blinked.
He sighed hopelessly and looked down, positioning the lens again on the tip of his finger. “I’m usually better at this… I just can’t make myself relax” he mumbled quietly. “Here,” You said pushing his chest down so he would sit in the makeup chair. “Let me try” you suggested as you placed the lens on top of your own finger. Jimin nodded and felt electricity run through him when your fingers touched. His heart beating a bit faster and looked at you with big eyes. You held your breath as you pulled down his eye to make room for the contact lens. You felt Jimin doing the same. Getting your finger closer and closer to his eye you thought for a moment you were gonna make it, but last minute the lens jumped off your finger and landed on his cheeks. You both giggled as you swept the lens away. “I just have to get the right angle” you smiled. “Try standing on my other side” Jimin suggested. Standing on his right side was even harder and this time the lens didn’t even come close to his eye. Jimin had to get his green contacts in, he had to. “Oh well, third time is luck’s time,” Jimin said encouraging as you stood in front of him. You bend slightly down on your knees trying to get at eye level with him. This time the lens touched his eye but as soon as he blinked it came out again.
“This is going to sound awkward but what if you sat on me? I mean, only for a short time, and just so you could get the lens in. I didn’t mean anything by it just–”
“No let’s try it, you have to wear them” You interrupted his awkward rambling chuckling at his cuteness. He looked surprised for a moment, having his eyebrows raising. But nonetheless, he spread his thighs making room for you to sit on. Hesitating, you put a hand on his shoulder and placed yourself on his lap. Jimin’s hands moved up to your thighs slowly to make sure you kept your balance. You had never been this close to him before. Not while you were alone together. He looked into your eyes for a moment. Neither of you did anything but looking deeply into each other eyes. Your heart was beating faster. Still having a hand on his shoulder you moved it to open his eye. Then you brought the green lens closer, and closer until it touched his eyes and it sank into his iris changing his eye colour an instant. You both smiled relieved. “Finally” Jimin laughed looking at you. “One to go” You smiled back. You gripped the container on the desk behind you and took out the other lens. You took a deep breath and placed it on your finger. You leant closer to him. His hands that had been placed on the top of your thighs, moved up to your waist. You stopped breathing. Was he aware of where he was keeping his hands? or was it a coincidence? Keeping your focus, you moved the lens closer to his eye and like the last one, it fitted into his iris perfectly.
You leant back slightly looking into his green eyes. Beautifull. Jimin kept his hands at your waist, not wanting to let you go. He wanted nothing more than to have you on his lap with his arms around you for the rest of his days. You didn’t try move away either, just enjoying the movement. “Jimin?” “Yeah?”
Silence filled the room again, as you looked down on your hands nervously. “Y/n?” “Yeah?” you looked at him again. His body was warm against yours. He smelled cleaned, of new laundry and his perfume. His light pink hair fitted him so perfect, his outfit was perfect and his voice was warming something deeply inside of you. That’s when you felt it. Something cold running slowly down your cheek. A tear. No. Many tears. “Y/n, y/n hey - what’s wrong why are you crying? hey - come here” Jimin said worryingly as he pulled you into his chest. You sobbed into his chest uncontrollably. He held one hand around your waist, the other on at you shoulder holding you close. “Jimin, why aren’t you nervous? How can you go on stage tonight?” You cried into him, shaking.
“Y/n, nothing is going to happen. You know this deeply inside. People write a lot on the internet - okay? Why do you worry about me?” He asked as he pulled you away slightly so he could look into your eyes. He wasn’t worth crying over, it could defiantly not be him you were crying over. “Because, I, I like you Jimin. And - I’m so scared something is going to happen to you” You sniffled trying to pull yourself together, failing miserably. Jimin couldn’t believe his own ears. Were you confessing to him? “You like me?” “YES! Jimin! I love you, and I know you will never love me. I would never forgive myself if I never confessed to you and you died”
Jimin placed quickly his hands on either side of your face and pulled your lips against his own. He kissed you with so much passion you stopped crying immediately. You kissed him back.
“I. love. you. too.” Jimin said in between kissing you. “I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you,” He said resting his forehead against yours. He ran his hands up and down your thighs. “Y/n, I promise you nothing is going to happen. I promise” He whispered. You nodded slightly. “I have to go, they’re starting up. I love you. Let me prove how much after the concert. Okay?” He said giving you a kiss. Once again you nodded as you stood up from his lap. He walked towards the door and opened it. But before he stepped out he kissed you on the lips, longer than the kiss before. And then he stepped out of the door, closing it behind him.
This concert was gonna be 2 hours of living hell for you.
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