author’s note: GUYS IM SCREAMING because i hit 1k and wow i just wanted to thank you guys by posting something. i love YOU THANK YOU FOR READING MY STUFF and since i never leave a link to my masterlist i thought i should this time so here it is. → masterlist
tom would be the most extra fiance ever like he wouldn’t ever not talk about how he’s engaged to the most beautiful girl ever
LOL WHO AM I KIDDING HE’D SAY YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED
especially in interviews like he’d be on press tour to promote his movie and the interviewer would slip in a congratulatory and tom would be like
“thank you, thank you so much, really. i’m happy, my wife is amazing”
and the interviewer would be like tf i thought this kid was engaged
“it says here you announced your engagement yester-”
and you’d always tell tom that he couldn’t go around telling people you two were married when you two JUST GOT ENGAGED
it was sending mixed signals everywhere
especially since tom liked to wear a ring on his wedding finger
he’d just wanted everyone to know that he was taken because if you had a ring showing the entire world that you were his, why couldn’t he have one to show off he was yours???
it was the cutest thing ever and it never failed to make you smile whenever you saw his hand
anyways since he had to finish filming a movie and do a press tour you guys decided that your wedding would be after he finished both
that’s probably one of the reasons he couldn’t shut up about you to everyone because he was SO EXCITED
Thank you for make me happy. Thank you for keeping the warmth of your body next to mine. Thank you for waking up every day by my side. Thanks for the kisses, hugs, Your smile is literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I know fairy tales come true because I have you. So far, every moment we’ve spent together has been awesome. But I promise you, that the best is yet to come. thanks for everything.
Request from@teacuplissy; “A request where the boys’ usually pleasant girlfriend becomes protective of them after she hears someone subtly try to throw shade. She calls them on it.”
Note: I had way too much fun with this..I’m sorry if it’s too much lmao.I bet y’all didn’t see two reactions in a row coming lel *credit to gif owners*
He usually felt pain when people insulted him, only shrinking as he tried to hide away but when your grip tightened onto his hands as you soon began to charge towards the insulters; he was rendered speechless. “It’s better to let someone think you’re stupid than to open your mouth and prove it.” You sneered, standing before the two men and although you looked like a smol hamster compared to them — the fire blazing around your build had them apologizing immediately. In Seokjin’s eyes, he imagined the light illuminating only onto you from the sky of the park, angels harmonizing in the background as he realized that you, his goddess, was a force to be reckoned with.
With you by his side, he could care less about who spouted what around him. You were his ingénue, an angel sent from above and once you had slammed your fists onto the marble table situated inside the fanciest of restaurants, your chair screeching as you abruptly stood up; your stilettos tapped against the glass floor as you made your way to the table filled with obnoxious men before stopping in front of the culprit. Suddenly dropping a handful of napkins onto his lap, you smiled towards the man before saying, “your ass must be jealous from all the shit dripping from your mouth.” Yoongi could only stare to you in disbelief, wondering when and who exactly possessed his lovely girlfriend at that moment.
You were shaking with anger at seeing Hoseok put up a front, acting all happy when some men tried to hit on you and have the audacity to tell you that being with Hoseok was a mistake. You were seething, but Hoseok only smiled while ignoring them, and you knew it pierced his heart whenever the smile would grow smaller and smaller.
Suddenly, you turned around and walked towards the men who began to whistle in happiness, only to be shut down immediately. “If you really want to know about mistakes,” you growled as they all became quiet, “then you should ask your parents.” Hoseok would be laughing so hard, dancing and asking them if they wanted some ice for that burn as you tried to drag him away.
You were all eating dinner with the boys when they all started to make fun of Namjoon, having nothing else to speak about and only finding amusement in ruining his pride in front of his girlfriend. He only smiled softly, not wanting the one he loves to see him in a different light as Jimin would squeak and giggle in various ways with the younger ones while they roasted their leader. The way you were gripping your fork went unnoticed, soon clearing your throat as you gained everyone’s attention once the waiter had placed the food down.
“Oh hey,” you smiled, looking to the green peas, “Maknae line, it’s your balls.” Namjoon would scream ‘oooh’ in the background, finding what you did in his defense the cutest thing ever.
Jimin was suddenly pushed into you, and he would laugh nervously as he gave you a skeptical smile. “It’s fine.” He murmured, trying to push you along to keep you protected and from harm’s way but you wouldn’t have it in the least. The boys were laughing, calling Jimin various of names before they began to inch closer to the two of you once again and you were too quick for Jimin to react, suddenly pushing him to the side as you instantly karate kicked one of the men in the balls.
“That was just the appetizer,” you began to rub your hands and Jimin could only stare to you in aloofness; wondering if the one he loved oh so much was suddenly in the arms of a demon, “who wants the main course?”
If anything, one thing he knew you hated was seeing him be awkwardly quiet. You two have been playing at the arcade for a while, and although you both started off having a blast; Taehyung was slowly sinking into his emotions as he looked down. You were confused at first, until you saw a group of men laugh out loud as they were roasting him from afar.
It was abrupt, but once you left the man with an assuring squeeze on his hand, you sped walked towards the group with a cup of dippin dots in your hand. “I just wanted to return your balls.” You told what you assumed was the leader, dropping the ice cream as it fell all over his lap; his supposed friends began to giggle and Taehyung was suddenly struck with pride at seeing his own girlfriend defend him.
You two were walking down the park, his fingers interlaced with yours as he swung it side to side with a smile playing against his lips. He already heard those guys talking crap about him, saying various mean things that stuck his heart but he only wanted to have a great time with his precious girlfriend — so, he pushed his feelings to the side. What he didn’t expect, though, was you abruptly letting go of his hand so you can stalk your way to the men and bring out a very colorful vocabulary he didn’t even know existed within you.
He was shooketh, his eyes wide as you got the men to frighteningly apologize to him. “No one messes with my man.” You murmured, and Jungkook was still in shock. Although it was hot in his eyes, if anything, he should be protecting you.
Summary: You can’t help but slowly develop feelings for librarian Bucky Barnes.
Word Count: 977
A/N: wow i just couldn’t stop thinking about soft!librarian!bucky and well here you go
Being cooped up in the library from late afternoon to early evening definitely wasn’t the ideal way you’d been wanting to spend your Thursday, but your professors clearly had other plans because they were just piling on the work.
Although you didn’t mind, simply because the librarian happened to be the cutest boy you’d ever seen. He was tall in stature and very well built, usually wearing a large sweater of sorts paired with some simple black jeans. His brown locks were more often than not pulled into a sleek bun, a couple of strands escaping around his face.
Your favourite days were when his hair was down, framing his face as he had to tuck the strands behind his ears as he catalogued the various assortment of books.
You remember the first time you met those bright blue eyes, being completely entranced in his gaze, his smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“Do you need any help finding anything?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say behind you, startling you a bit.
“Oh no I’m okay, I’ll just ask the librarian,” you said somewhat quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you admired the man standing in front of you in his dark green jumper.
“I am the librarian, sweetheart,” he chuckled as your mouth hung open, a string of apologies flowing out as your cheeks blushed at your embarrassment.
You’d started coming into the library more often because of him, he never failed to brighten up your day. Even if it was a simple hello you got from him, it made your stomach flutter and your heart thud in your chest.
“Long night again, doll?” You heard a soft voice ask as you pried your tired eyes away from your textbook, “you know it is, Buck,” you giggled as his own heart fluttered loving the way his (nick)name rolled off your lips.
“You sure you don’t need anything?” He asked, bending down so he was now eye level to you, “I’m sure,” you said sweetly as he nodded, “you know where I am if anything,” he smiled before leaving you be, leaving your heart hammering as usual.
Bucky had become your safety net through the months, always there to hear you rant about your professors or that one group member that doesn’t do any work.
He’d been there more than once when school had gotten too much for you and you needed a distraction. He’d been more than happy to wheel in an old TV and play old cartoon while making jokes to ease your stress.
Which is why you weren’t surprised that you had started falling for him, slowly but surely you had developed feelings for him. You never acted on those feelings knowing you’d rather stay friends and not awkward once friends.
You were also fairly positive that a man with such good looks most definitely had a girlfriend, although you’d never asked since you didn’t exactly want to venture into that territory.
“Doll,” you heard Bucky’s voice from where he sat at his desk, “it’s time to go,” he said as you looked up and gave him a weak smile before starting to pack up your things.
You don’t know how it happened but Bucky had walked you back to your place one night and ever since then it had become a tradition and he refused to let you walk home alone.
You gave him another tired smile, joining beside him as he opened the door for you, the cold autumn air nipping at the delicate skin of your face, “it’s getting cold,” you said absentmindedly as the two of you began walking back to your place.
It must’ve been a few seconds after those words left your mouth that you felt Bucky place his beanie on top of your head, smoothing it down, “can’t have you getting cold now can we?” He teased as you let out a small laugh.
You both walked in comfortable silence, one of you occasionally breaking it to point something out as your arms bumped against each others until you made it to the front of your building.
“Thanks again,” you told Bucky, standing on the second step of the stairs so you were eye level with him, “it was no problem, doll,” he said softly a small smile gracing his features.
Tonight felt different.
Bucky had always made an effort in walking you home, especially on late night, but tonight, there was something more glinting in his eyes. He appeared a little on edge, nervous maybe as he fiddled with his fingers.
“Hey, uh, are you busy tomorrow?” He piped up, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t be later in the evening, why?” You asked calmly despite the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minutes and your thoughts were racing.
“I was wondering i-if you’d maybe wanna grab some t-tea with me?” He stuttered and you could’ve sworn that your heart ballooned in love for the man who was always so charming now stuttering and tripping over his words.
“I would really like that, Buck,” you said softly, a smile on your face as one appeared on his face, “I-I’ll pick you up at six?” He asked excitedly as you giggled lightly, “I’ll see you then, Bucky,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, walking into your building leaving him looking like he slept with a hanger in his mouth.
His heart fluttered and raced all at the same time the entire way back home as he thought about you, she said yes he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he chuckled to himself.
“She said yes,” he repeated one last time before walking into his house, anxiously awaiting for your date with him.
Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club?
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut (M)
A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned!
“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.
You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching
your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear
the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was
a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the
people waiting, were females.
There’s no way Jimin
would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.
The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night,
was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more
expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously
he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely
You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman
year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid
no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he
purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.
summary : to put it simply, peter parker doesn’t like candy that much, but somehow he keeps finding himself at the same candy shop in manhattan, and it’s definitely not because of the cute worker always standing behind the counter at precisely four in the afternoon. definitely not.
wc : 1.6k
author’s note : if there’s typos my bad i don’t proofread i’m lazy
“The freckly dork with the sweet eyes is back.” It’s the first thing you hear when you walk into work that afternoon, four o’clock sharp as usual, fiddling with the strap of your apron with the shop name scrawled across the front in lovely cursive letters. You lift your gaze from the cash register toward the aisle you’ve noticed he wanders in most frequently- not that you’ve really been noticing the cute boy of course- and find him through the throng of people, though he’s quite easy to spot considering he’s shuffling awkwardly through stacks of chocolate whilst blatantly staring at you. You’re not sure he even realizes what he’s doing until you lift your hand in a tentative wave and his entire face pretty much glows pink as he smiles back nervously and he knocks into a display shelf.
“Poor kid is smitten,” your coworker sighs with a smirk plastered on her face as she unties her own apron and slips into the backroom to hang it up. “Does he even know your name? Do you know his?”
You wave her off dismissively. “My name is on my name tag, I’m sure he knows it. He never buys anything, anyway. He just… like, lingers here.” You shrug. “He’s cute so I let him stay.”
She throws her head back and lets out a laugh, returning her scrutinizing gaze back toward the boy with the precariously gelled hair who is hastily trying to restock the shelf he knocked over while simultaneously stumbling into another one. You wince at him, trying not to stare because god, he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen but he reminds you of a baby deer learning to walk for the first time in the clumsiest, messiest way imaginable. “He comes here to gawk at you, dumbass. His eyes never stray,” she places a hand mockingly on her heart as you roll your eyes toward her. You flash a jovial smile to a customer when they approach you to ring up their order before turning back to your friend.
“Should I talk to him?” You inquire, placing the money in the correct slots of the register. You glance back up at him as he holds his hands out in front of a chocolate, silently pleading with it to stay put so he stopped looking like an absolute moron in front of you. He looks back at you and this time waves back a little, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to appear cooler than he actually was. “I’m gonna talk to him.” You say, not waiting for your friend to divulge her own opinion on the matter.
She shrugs, slipping on her jean jacket and grabbing her purse. “You’ve always been a sucker for the dorky, in need of help, doe eyed type of guys.” You swat at her shoulder playfully but she dodges it, winking at you before walking around the counter and lightly patting the boy on the shoulder as she makes her grand departure. He looks around in confusion until he sees your friend gesturing toward you.
“Scotty, can you cover for me for just a sec?” You call, your face turning to the backroom of the store while Scott, your other coworker, emerges from it. He gives you a scowl, brown eyes narrowed, though you know its playful. To avoid song quite conceited, you don’t admit it often, but you’re pretty much everyone’s favorite employee. “Thanks babes.” He takes your place at the register, and despite the tattoos and nose ring he sports, his smile is practically contagious. He’s another favorite among the customers just because of how pleasant and charming he is.
Peter, though you don’t known his name just yet, watches as you exit your position at the register and hastily tries to make himself look busy standing in front of the same selection of candy that’s he been for fifteen minutes now. He picks up a chocolate bar, pretending to examine it as thoroughly as possible when you lean against the stand next to him. His palms feel sweaty. “I- I was gonna buy something eventually, you know, one of these days. I swear.” He practically shoves the Hershey’s bar in your face, but you lightly push his hand back. “I’m just- I’m, um, very, very indecisive.”
You laugh a little. “Um, it’s fine. That’s not even what I came over here for.” You scratch the back of your neck for a second, an anxious habit because suddenly, you’re pretty nervous standing in front of a sweetly awkward boy with possibly the nicest eyes you’ve ever seen and the cutest shy smile that he seems to be trying to maintain desperately.
“Oh.” He nods, heat crawling up his cheeks as he sidesteps out of your view. “I- I- I- um, sorry for blocking something, I probably am-”
“You’re not,” you assure him. Peter can feel his heart squeeze tightly when you take a step closer toward him, but your smile is the least intimidating thing he’s ever come across. It’s gentle. He appreciates the gentleness of it. “So, um, what’s your name?” It doesn’t come out as smooth as you would have liked it to, but Peter grins back at you like you’ve just asked him the greatest question in the universe.
“I’m Peter,” he replies, running a hand through his hair again in a way similar to your own nervous tick of rubbing the back of your neck. “Uh, Peter Parker, he repeats, not knowing if you wanted his last name or not.
Scott, across the room, cups his hands around his mouth and calls toward you, “Y/N, if you’re gonna flirt with that kid, at least reorganize the shelves, too!” You turn around to give Scott the finger. To be honest though, you’re also turning around to mask the embarrassment on your face.
Peter steps out of the way again so you can stand in front of the mess he had already created just a few minutes before. “I’m Y/N, in case you didn’t catch that.” Peter likes the little disconcerted expression you’re donning now. He’s glad that he’s not the only one flustered here, and in an odd way, it makes him feel a little more confident when talking to you, the same person he’s been trying to gather the courage to hold a conversation with for the two weeks.
“I knew that already,” he says. Then, realizing the odd way you’re looking at him suddenly, he continues, “because of, you know, the uh, name tag. Your name tag. It has your name on it. So, that’s how I know.” Another nervous smile flashed toward you.
“Oh, yeah,” you look down at it. You continue stacking the shelves in the proper manner. “You really did a number on these,” you wave your hand toward the shelves. “Tell me, how’d you manage to knock down two different shelves in under five minutes and put everything back in a way not even remotely close to the way they were before?”
He knows you mean it lightheartedly, but he still blushes even deeper than before. “Hey, at least I tried,” he answers defensively. “But, um, I don’t even really know. I think you made me nervous. You- you waved at me.” He glances down at his shoes, shuffling his feet again. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, he thinks to himself. He misses the beam you give him, secretly pleased with yourself for having that effect on him. It was flattering.
“I made you nervous?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he nods. “That’s cute, Peter. I’m not much to get nervous over, though. Trust me.” You turn your back on the display shelf just in time for Peter to shake his head at you.
“I’ve been coming in here for two weeks now, and I haven’t bought anything because I’m too nervous to go up to the register and talk to you. So yeah, you are. Something to get nervous over, I mean.” You knew what he meant, but he had a habit of over-explaining every little detail that you found endearing, so you let him talk. “Is that weird? Am I weird?”
“Nah.” You reach out to squeeze his hand for literally a millisecond, which irritates him to no end because he kind of wants you to hold on for longer. “Like I said before, it’s kind of cute. You’re a cute kid.”
Puffing out his chest a little, he says, “Well, I wouldn’t really call myself a kid, I am fifteen so…” Oddly enough, it’s that comment alone that makes you sort of fall in love with him in that moment, and the way he so terribly wants to impress you. There’s no way to describe him other than ridiculously sweet, which is ironic considering you’re standing in a candy shop when he admits that you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on and when he asks for your number, you don’t hesitate to give it to him.
It’s the first time he buys something from the store, and he walks out with a stupidly happy grin on his face and approaches Ned with a new bounce in his step. He’s been standing out there for a half hour and patience that was diminishing faster and faster. As they’re walking back to the train so they can go home, Ned eyes Peter as he bites into a chocolate bar. “Peter, you literally hate chocolate, what are you doing?”
Peter shrugs, taking another piece off. “This chocolate bar scored me a date and the number of the cutest worker in that store. I’m gonna learn to love it.”
“The worker you’ve been stalking for the past two weeks?”
“It wasn’t stalking, Ned!”
Ned gives Peter an unconvincing nod, but truthfully, he’s glad to see his best friend so excited over someone. It’s been awhile since Liz, and Ned knows Peter deserves to be happy. And boy, is Peter ever so happy, even while he’s eating chocolate that he hasn’t liked since he was seven.
When An Ex Tries Getting Back With His Pregnant Wife (Vampire AU/ Requested)
Namjoon needed to feed, and it would be a cold day in hell before he left you alone. So you both went on a late night “walk” in the park. You found a nice, empty bench and rubbed your swollen stomach. Namjoon stood before you in his heavy black cloak with his hood pulled up and mask shielding the lower part of his face.
He sat his hand on your cheek and smirked under his mask when you nuzzled into his palm.
“Stay right here. I’ll be back soon.” Then he faded into the night and you were left alone. A few couples were walking around, cuddling up to each other and enjoying the crisp night air. A man in a sweatshirt approached you with his hands tucked in his pockets.
“Y/n is that you?” You jerked your sweater closer to you body when his face came into the street light. It was your ex. The one who had left you for another woman. You narrowed your eyes at his face.
“Get lost.” You scoffed. He wasn’t having you ignoring him. He snatched your worst and tugged you close enough that you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You heard a distinctive growl that had you grinning from ear to ear.
Namjoon pinned your ex to the bench with one hand, fangs baring in the moonlight. “To-go food? My favorite.”
Jin pressed his ear to your belly. Having supersonic hearing had its perks when he could hear the baby’s heartbeat. You laughed and ran your fingers through his soft hair. It was late evening and the sun was just setting.
“Baby, I need to feed. Are you alright by yourself?” You were sitting outside of a brightly lit cafe. You gave Jin a reassuring smile and a deep kiss on his mouth. “That’s my girl.”
He took off across the street and you were left alone. You always welcomed the night. More than the daytime anyway. The bell on the diner dinged but you didn’t pay much attention to it. Until the figure drew closer.
“I knew that was you Y/n. How have you been?” You drew your lips in a tight line and tried to ignore than man you knew too well. “Cmon baby. I know you miss me. Why don’t you come with me-”
“Back off punk!” Your ex was slammed into the glass of the cafe. You could hear the customers gasp and scream as the glass began to crack under the force.
“Jin? C'mon baby. Let’s not make a scene.” You rubbed your tummy with one hand and tried to drag Jin away with the other. He dropped the deadbeat onto the ground and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Sorry my love. You can say I’m a little overprotective of you.”
Yoongi watched you scan through the variety of toys from outside of the store. He leaned against the large glass and watched with amusement. Your face lit up when you picked up the squeaky duck. Yoongi chuckled to himself under his mask.
You were always a happy person, completely opposite of him. So when he saw you laugh, that lit up his entire world. He had seen the man stalking you for awhile now but he put it off to chance until he approached you.
“Y/n? How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Yoongi’s sensitive picked up the deep voice in a second. You were visibly uncomfortable, wrapping your arms around the bump in your stomach. “We should go out for coffee sometime. I don’t see a baby daddy anywhere.”
“The baby daddy is right here.” Yoongi was in front of the man within the blink of an eye. The man stumbled back, a scream on the tip of his tongue. “Why don’t you go back to where you came from? Before I get hungry.” Yoongi licked his lips, white fangs flashing.
Hobi laughed as you waddled out of the movies, cradling your swollen belly. You were rather active for a pregnant woman. Although you never one to sit still even before pregnancy. He easily caught up with your short steps and sniffed the air.
“Ah, that popcorn didn’t really hit the spot.” You knew what he was hinting at. You patted his arm and gave a small smile to show him you understood. “Don’t go far okay? I’ll be right back.”
Hobi vanished and you were left leaning against the theater wall. Footsteps approached you and the hood of a jacket was pushed back. “Y/n? I knew that was you inside! It was hard to tell by how dark it was.” Your ex.
You but the inside of your cheek and tried to ignore him. Until he became far too close. His warm breath fanned over your cheek and you tensed and tried to push him away.
“Hey now! My apartment isn’t far from here.”
“Neither is ours.” Hobi grabbed the jerk by his collar and slammed him against the wall. His mouth was smeared with blood and the tip of a fang held a bit of flesh. “I could go for seconds.”
Jimin chuckled as you kicked your feet over the pier. Late night walks on the beach were always your favorite. Even before you met Jimin. So when the little one inside of you stirred, he was more than happy to help you out to the pier not far from the cottage.
“Mm, I’m feeling a late night snack. Do you want anything?” You smiled and shook your head.
“Always.” Jimin took a step and faded into the night. You just looked down at the dark water beneath you. That was until the wood of the pier creaked and caught your attention.
“Hey Y/n.” Out of all the people. It had to be your ex. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be here all alone. Let me treat you to dinner.”
“She isn’t alone.” Jimin’ growl made your spine tingle. A hand lashed out and shoved your ex off the ledge and into the ocean. Jimin easily helped you up to your feet and clicked his tongue.
“I hate wasting food.”
Taehyung watched you hug the stuffed bear tight to your chest. The laughter and flashing lights of the carnival warmed your heart. Taehyung was glad to see you so energetic and content.
You held your belly and pointed to the cotton candy machine. Taehyung smiled and kissed your temple. “I’ll be right back Princess.” Taehyung pulled out his wallet and approached the vendor. You were busy looking up at the Ferris Wheel when a hand tapped your shoulder.
“Y/n. Funny seeing you here. You always did love the Carnival.” Your ex smirked down at you, eyes full of lust. “Why don’t we go behind the Grandstand and "remake” some memories.“
The man then got a face-full of fist. He stumbled to the ground and held his busted nose. Taehyung flexed his hand and growled. "Get out of here, before we make some of our own ‘memories’.”
Taehyung flashed his teeth, lips pulled back in a snarl. You grabbed his shirt sleeve and gave a short tug. “Let’s go, my love. He isn’t worth it…..and I want my Cotton Candy.”
Jungkook walked arm and arm with you out of the cute diner you frequently visited. Of course he only ordered a glass of water to not seem odd, but watching you chow down was the cutest thing ever. However Kookie was feeling quite hungry himself.
“Y/n….” his voice was deep and the red tint to his usually brown eyes told you exactly what he needed. You stroked the back of his hand and took a step back. Jungkook gave you his famous bunny smile and took an alley to his right.
You pulled out your phone and scrolled through social media when the bell of the diner rang. Out stepped your ex with that same shit-eating grin. Of course his eyes fell on you. “Hey Y/n! Long time, no see!” He leaned against the wall beside your head, his eyes showing his true intentions.
You back away and held your stomach. With not much more than those few words in, a hard shove had him falling to the ground, clutching his side. “Fuck man! You broke my ribs!” Jungkook cracked his knuckles and laughed darkly.
“Get the hell out of here. Before I break much worse body parts. Starting with your neck.”