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"i needa ask for a favor", your head pokes from the corner of the bathroom door, your voice catching namjoon's attention and those 6 words being enough for him to subtly close his book without even marking the page he was in - to which you notice with a small side grin.

always looking out for you.

"yes?" he mentions for you to go on, side grin slowly appearing as he refrains from resting his back against de bedframe and sits on the edge of the bed.

"you can't judge me and if you do i'll take it to heart and force myself out of love for you", you words get all mixed with the quick pace they leave your mouth, namjoon chuckling at your frantic state. cute, he thinks to himself.

"not really my style. continue?", he smiles at you, though you don't miss the small raise of his eyebrow.

you sigh making your way closer to him. tempting ass smile, you think to yourself. "my back's been killing me due to my office chair..." you recall as you touch you lower back, immediately feeling the sting that lingers since your old-ass chair broke while you were sat on it. you blame your pain on it, even though your little to nonexistent stretching and exercising routine doesn't really help your case.

"hum..." namjoon only nods, and your hand find his hair, softly going through his locks and pulling a deep sigh from him as he closes his eyes.

"and there's a few things i've been finding impossible to do without feeling an awful pang in it..." you stall with your words as namjoon's hand travel to your thigh, softly pulling your body closer until his cheek rests on your stomach, sharp-shaped eyes still closed.

"poor baby..." he mumbles, soft chuckle leaving his throat and fingers caressing the back of your knee. you don't say a thing, so he opens his eyes and gazes up at you. "want me to take you to the hospital?" he asks in a more caring tone.

"no, it's okay. i'm already taking the medicine provided by the company nursery." you respond with a side grin at his attentive question. "but i do need a little help..." you trail off, and namjoon notices.

"and that would be..." he encourages you, eyes still dancing around you face. cute, he thinks to himself.

you sigh, looking everywhere but his face and quietly says, "...i need help shaving."

namjoon knows his girlfriend. he knows your lips are always bruised due to constant anxiety-induced pulling. he knows you get easily in your head with your own uncertainties, and he knows you've got a few pet peeves he has to hold back from frowning when you expose them.

and right now, he fails at the latter - to which he'll scold himself in his head for, later.

eyebrows frowned, nose scrunched-up and teeth-showing smile takes place on his face as a light chuckle leaves his throat.

"that's- that's it?" he asks, hand frozen in the back of your knee. you nod, already narrowing your eyes at his building reaction.

"jesus, woman", namjoons exhales, face burying into your clothed belly and warming a spot with his giggles. "i was almost thinking you wanted help burying a corpse or something."

you raise and eyebrow at him, slightly judging his response. "why, you wouldn't help?”

"i'd have two shovels by now" he says in a mocking serious tone, gazing up. you fight against the curling up pulling in the side of your lips. "baby, why would you act like that for such a thing?"

"i don't know- don't look at me like i'm from the victorian era or something. it's just not something i would ask anyone."

"am i anyone?" he asks, chin up and eyebrows expectantly raised as his two hands caresses the back of your knees.

"...no..."

"thought so" he answers matter-of-factly, "sure, why not."

"really?" you ask him, and although namjoon loves your dearly, he feels the need to blink once, twice, thrice at you hoping you would remember what he just said mere seconds ago. so cute, he thinks.

"sweetheart", he starts, smile already showing at his lips and right hand drawing patterns on your left one "i would shave your whole head off with a tiny little razor if you asked me to."

you scrunch you whole face at his somewhat adorable example, and slowly fades into a whipped, smiling expression. "would ya?"

"in a heartbeat." he shoots you a cheeky wink, lips against your knuckles.

"okay, then..." you tell him, taking both his cheeks into your palms and drawing circles in its puffy skin.

"wanna do it now?" he asks you.

"you seem very willing to do it", you point out, amused at his questioning.

"well... i will get to see you naked..."

you scoff loudly at him. unbelievable, you think to yourself as you retort, "to SHAVE me!"

"a win is a win, baby" he dramatically objects in a low tone, causing you to cringe and thrash in his hold.

"oh god, please shut up" you plead.

"i'm just messing with you, baby" namjoon softly tells you, face burying in your tummy and nibbling cautiously at it. "now?"

you nod at him, small 'uhum' enough to make him motion you to the side and get on his feet.

"c'mon, my girlfriend with the back of a granny needs me" his arms find your waist, motioning both of you to the bathroom.

you slap his forearm lightly, a giggly 'very funny' leaving your lips. you roll your eyes, but don't even try and hide the smile that spread across your face. your chest blossoming from every word, touch and smile he gives you throughout the mundane nature of the moment.

as you enter the bathroom, namjoon can't help but catch your figures in the mirror. both of you smiling, your face once turned to his, finds the reflection and watches him. smile wide and hair slightly damp in the ends, probably from an early attempt to shave by yourself. you got a white tank top and pink pajama shorts on. doe eyes watch him and he grins at you. embrace tightening around your waist and lips leaving kiss after kiss over your cheek, neck and shoulders. you giggle and shiver at his touches, and namjoon feels his heart stumbling all over the damn floor.

his eyes find yours again, and his smile mirrors your wide one. "so damn cute", he says more to himself than you, but he catches your scrunched nose and big grin at his remark.

so much from the cutest human alive.

This is such a great story, I was invested from the beginning to the end. Great job writer I'm always looking forward to your next story. @pucksandpower

Until Next Time

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: in which two soulmates are destined to always find each other only to be torn apart lifetime after lifetime after lifetime … until finally, they’re not (aka the reincarnation AU)

Mycenae, 1208 BC

The sun beats down mercilessly on the marble steps of the temple. You stand at the top, your white chiton billowing in the warm breeze. Your eyes scan the crowd gathered below, searching for one face among the sea of onlookers.

“Where is he?” You whisper, your heart pounding.

A firm hand grips your shoulder. “It’s time, princess,” your father’s voice rumbles behind you.

You turn to face him, eyes pleading. “Father, please. This can’t be the only way.”

The king’s face is a mask of stone, but his eyes betray a flicker of sorrow. “The gods have spoken. We must obey.”

As he speaks, a commotion erupts at the base of the temple steps. Your breath catches in your throat as you spot Max pushing through the crowd, his face contorted with desperation.

“No!” He shouts, his voice carrying over the murmur of the crowd. “You can’t do this!”

Two guards grab him, restraining his arms as he struggles against their grip.

“Let me go!” Max yells, his eyes locking with yours. “She’s innocent! Take me instead!”

You start to move towards him, but your father’s grip tightens. “Don’t,” he warns.

“Max,” you call out, your voice breaking. “It’s okay. This is my duty.”

Max shakes his head violently. “No, it’s not! This is madness!”

The high priest approaches, his ornate robes rustling as he walks. “The sacrifice must be made,” he intones. “The gods demand it.”

You feel a chill run down your spine despite the heat. The priest’s eyes are cold as he regards you.

“Please,” Max begs, still struggling against the guards. “There has to be another way. Let me speak to the oracle. Maybe-”

“Silence!” The priest snaps. “The decision has been made. The princess will ensure a bountiful harvest for our people.”

You swallow hard, trying to steady your voice. “Max, listen to me. I need you to be strong.”

His struggles subside slightly as he focuses on your words.

“Remember what we talked about?” You continue. “About the stars?”

Max’s brow furrows in confusion for a moment before his eyes widen in recognition. “The cycle,” he breathes.

You nod, forcing a smile. “This isn’t the end. We’ll find each other again. I promise.”

“No,” Max shakes his head, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

The priest clears his throat impatiently. “We must proceed.”

Your father gently guides you towards the altar. You resist the urge to look back at Max, knowing it will only make this harder.

“Wait!” Max calls out. “Just ... just let me say goodbye. Please.”

The king hesitates, then nods to the guards. They release Max, who rushes up the steps towards you.

He reaches you, cupping your face in his hands. “I love you,” he whispers fiercely. “In this life and every life to come.”

You lean into his touch, memorizing the feeling of his skin against yours. “I love you too. Always.”

Max’s lips crash into yours, desperate and salty with tears. For a moment, the world fades away, and it’s just the two of you.

Then rough hands are pulling you apart. Max struggles, but the guards drag him back down the steps.

“No!” He roars. “You can’t do this! She’s everything to me!”

You force yourself to look away, focusing on the altar before you. The priest approaches, a gleaming dagger in his hand.

“Oh great gods,” he begins to chant. “Accept this offering and bless our lands.”

You close your eyes, trying to block out Max’s anguished cries. You think of stars, of cycles, of promises of reunion.

The dagger plunges, and pain explodes through your body. As darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, you hear Max’s voice, raw with grief.

“I’ll find you,” he vows. “In the next life, and the next, and the next. We’ll be together again. I swear it.”

As your consciousness fades, you cling to that promise. This isn’t the end, you tell yourself. It’s just the beginning of a much longer story.

Your last thought before the world goes black is of Max’s eyes, filled with love and determination. Somehow, you know that this is not goodbye — it’s just until next time.

London, 1542

The heavy oak door of your chambers creaks open, and you look up from your embroidery, heart leaping at the sight of Max slipping inside. His eyes dart nervously around the room before settling on you.

“My lady,” he whispers urgently, crossing the room in quick strides. “We must speak.”

You set aside your needlework, rising to meet him. “What is it? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

He takes your hands in his, his touch sending a familiar thrill through you despite the gravity in his expression. “It’s worse than that, I’m afraid. I’ve heard whispers in the court ...”

Your breath catches. “What kind of whispers?”

Max’s jaw clenches. “Accusations. Terrible ones. They’re saying you’ve been unfaithful to the king.”

You gasp, shaking your head vehemently. “That’s absurd! I would never-”

“I know,” Max interrupts, squeezing your hands. “But the truth matters little when it comes to Henry’s jealousy. You know how he is.”

A chill runs down your spine as you remember the fate of the king’s previous wives. “What am I to do?”

Max’s eyes blaze with determination. “We’ll run away. Tonight. I have friends who can help us reach the coast. From there, we can sail to France or-”

The sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor cuts him off. You both freeze, staring at the door in mounting dread.

“Quick,” you hiss, pushing Max towards a tapestry-covered alcove. “Hide!”

He resists for a moment. “I won’t leave you-”

“You must,” you insist. “If they find you here, it will only make things worse.”

Reluctantly, Max ducks behind the tapestry just as the door bursts open. The king’s guards pour in, led by Thomas Cromwell himself.

“My lady,” Cromwell says with a cold smile. “I’m afraid you must come with us.”

You lift your chin, summoning every ounce of royal dignity. “On what grounds, Lord Cromwell?”

His smile doesn’t waver. “Treason, my lady. His Majesty has evidence of your ... indiscretions.”

“That’s impossible,” you protest. “I’ve been nothing but faithful to the king.”

Cromwell gestures to the guards. “Search the room. Thoroughly.”

Your heart pounds as they begin tearing through your belongings. You silently pray that Max remains hidden and undetected.

“This is outrageous,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “I demand to speak to the king himself.”

“His Majesty has no desire to see you,” Cromwell replies. “The evidence speaks for itself.”

One of the guards approaches, holding a folded piece of parchment. “My lord, we found this hidden in her jewelry box.”

Cromwell snatches it, his eyes scanning the contents. His smirk widens. “Well, well. A love letter, it seems. Quite damning, wouldn’t you agree?”

You shake your head in disbelief. “That’s not mine. I’ve never seen it before!”

“A poor defense, my lady,” Cromwell tuts. “Come now, we mustn’t keep the Tower waiting.”

As the guards move to seize you, Max bursts from his hiding place. “Stop!” He shouts. “She’s innocent!”

Cromwell’s eyebrows raise in mock surprise. “And who might you be, young man?”

Max stands tall, his gaze unwavering. “I can vouch for the queen’s innocence.”

“Can you now?” Cromwell’s tone is dangerously soft. “And how, pray tell, would you know such a thing?”

You see the trap too late. “Max, don’t-”

But he’s already speaking. “Because I’ve been watching over her. Protecting her. I would know if she had been unfaithful.”

Cromwell’s eyes glitter with triumph. “Watching over her, you say? How ... intimate. Guards, seize him as well.”

“No!” You cry out as the guards grab Max. “He’s done nothing wrong!”

“On the contrary,” Cromwell replies. “He’s just confessed to an inappropriate relationship with the queen. That’s treason, my dear.”

Max struggles against the guards. “It’s not like that! I love her, yes, but we’ve never-”

“Enough!” Cromwell snaps. “Take them both to the Tower. His Majesty will decide their fate.”

As the guards drag you from the room, your eyes meet Max’s. In that moment, a strange sense of déjà vu washes over you. You’ve been here before, somehow. Torn apart by forces beyond your control.

“It’s happening again,” Max says softly, his eyes wide with realization.

You nod, a sad smile touching your lips. “The cycle continues.”

“What are you two babbling about?” Cromwell demands.

Neither of you answer. What could you say that he would understand?

As you’re led through the winding corridors of the palace, Max’s voice carries to you. “I’ll find a way to save you. I swear it.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you call back, your voice catching.

“I kept the last one, didn’t I?” He replies. “I found you again.”

Memories flood your mind — hazy images of another life, another time. A temple, a sacrifice, a vow made in desperation.

“So you did,” you whisper.

The journey to the Tower passes in a blur. Before you know it, you’re being locked in a cold, damp cell. Through the small barred window, you can see the executioner’s block in the courtyard below.

Days pass. You pace your cell, alternating between fear and a strange sense of calm. This isn’t the end, you remind yourself. Somehow, you know it to be true.

When they come for you, you hold your head high. As you’re led to the block, you scan the crowd, searching for Max’s face. You spot him, restrained by guards, his face a mask of anguish.

“I love you,” he mouths.

“Until next time,” you reply silently.

As you kneel at the block, you close your eyes. You think of stars and cycles, of promises kept across lifetimes. The axe falls, and darkness descends.

Your last conscious thought is a mixture of sorrow and hope. This chapter may be ending, but your story with Max is far from over. In another time, another place, you’ll find each other again. The wheel turns, and the cycle continues.

Florence, 1633

The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the cluttered study. You pace nervously, your skirts swishing against the worn floorboards. Max hunches over his desk, quill scratching furiously across parchment.

“Max,” you plead, “please reconsider. It’s not too late to recant.”

He looks up, his eyes bright with fervor. “I can’t, my love. The truth is too important.”

You move to his side, resting a hand on his shoulder. “More important than your life?”

Max covers your hand with his, his touch warm and familiar. “Some truths are worth dying for.”

“And what about living for?” You counter. “What about us?”

He stands, pulling you into an embrace. “Everything I do, I do for us. For a world where we can live freely, without the shackles of ignorance.”

You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent of ink and parchment. “I fear those shackles are stronger than you think.”

A sharp knock at the door makes you both jump. Max moves to answer it, but you grab his arm.

“Don’t,” you whisper. “It could be them.”

Max’s jaw sets stubbornly. “If it is, hiding won’t change anything.”

He strides to the door and throws it open. A young man stands there, panting heavily.

“Master,” he gasps. “They’re coming. The Inquisition. You must flee!”

Max’s face pales, but his voice remains steady. “Thank you for the warning, Giovanni. You should go before they arrive.”

The young man nods and disappears into the night. Max turns to you, his expression grim.

“You should go too,” he says softly. “There’s no reason for both of us to face their wrath.”

You shake your head fiercely. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Please,” Max implores. “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you because of me.”

“And I couldn’t bear to abandon you,” you retort. “We’re in this together, remember?”

A ghost of a smile touches Max’s lips. “Always.”

You help him gather his most important papers and instruments, working quickly in the oppressive silence. As Max secures the last of his writings, you hear the ominous sound of marching feet approaching.

“It’s too late,” you breathe.

Max squares his shoulders. “Then we face them with dignity.”

The door bursts open, and armored men pour into the small study. At their head is Cardinal Bellarmine, his face a mask of righteous anger.

“Apostate,” he intones. “You stand accused of heresy against the Holy Church.”

Max steps forward, his voice calm. “I stand accused of seeking the truth, Your Eminence.”

The Cardinal’s eyes narrow. “You spread dangerous lies. You claim the Earth is not the center of God’s creation!”

“I claim only what the evidence suggests,” Max counters. “The movements of the heavens themselves tell us-”

“Blasphemy!” Bellarmine roars. “You would elevate your flawed observations above the word of God?”

You can’t stay silent any longer. “My lord Cardinal, surely God gave us minds to seek understanding. How can the pursuit of knowledge be heresy?”

Bellarmine’s gaze snaps to you. “And who is this who dares to question the Church’s judgment?”

Max steps protectively in front of you. “Leave her out of this. She’s done nothing wrong.”

“She defends a heretic,” the Cardinal sneers. “That alone is cause for suspicion.”

You feel a chill run down your spine, but you stand your ground. “I defend a good man who seeks only to understand the wonders of God’s creation.”

Bellarmine waves dismissively. “Take them both. We’ll sort out her involvement later.”

As the guards move to seize you, Max erupts into action. He grabs a heavy tome from his desk and hurls it at the nearest guard, then pushes you towards the window.

“Run!” He shouts. “I’ll hold them off!”

You hesitate, torn between fleeing and staying by his side. In that moment of indecision, a guard grabs you roughly by the arm.

“No!” Max cries out, lunging towards you.

Another guard intercepts him, slamming the butt of his halberd into Max’s stomach. He crumples to the ground, gasping for air.

“Stop!” You plead. “We’ll come peacefully. Just don’t hurt him.”

Bellarmine smirks. “A wise decision. Though I’m afraid it’s too late for leniency.”

As the guards bind your hands, you lock eyes with Max. There’s a strange, sad recognition in his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I thought this time would be different.”

You shake your head, a bittersweet smile on your lips. “It’s not your fault. It never is.”

Bellarmine looks between you, confusion evident on his face. “What nonsense is this?”

Neither of you answer.

You’re led from the study, through the torch-lit streets to the forbidding walls of the Inquisition’s headquarters. As you’re separated and thrown into different cells, Max’s voice carries to you.

“I’ll find you again. I swear it.”

“In this life or the next,” you call back, your voice breaking.

Days blur together in your dank cell. You’re questioned relentlessly about Max’s work, about your involvement. You reveal nothing, clinging to the hope that your silence might somehow spare him.

When they finally come for you, you know it’s not good news. You’re led to a small courtyard where a pyre has been erected. Your heart sinks as you see Max already tied to the stake, his face bruised but defiant.

“Heathen,” Bellarmine proclaims, “you have been found guilty of heresy. Do you repent your sins?”

Max’s eyes find yours in the crowd. “My only sin,” he says clearly, “is loving truth more than dogma.”

The Cardinal’s face darkens. “Then may God have mercy on your soul. Light the pyre.”

As the flames begin to lick at Max’s feet, you can’t contain yourself any longer. You break free from your guards and run towards the pyre.

“No!” You scream. “Max!”

He looks at you, his eyes full of love and sorrow. “Until next time, my love. We’ll get it right someday.”

The guards grab you, dragging you back as the flames engulf Max. His agonized cries pierce the air, but his gaze never leaves yours.

As the light fades from his eyes, you feel a piece of your soul shatter. But deep within, a tiny spark of hope remains. This isn’t the end, you tell yourself. It can’t be.

Somewhere, somewhen, you’ll find each other again. The wheel turns, the cycle continues, and your love endures beyond death itself.

Atlantic Ocean, 1912

The grand ballroom of the Titanic thrums with life, an orchestra playing a lively waltz as couples twirl across the polished floor. You stand at the edge of the crowd, your gloved hands fidgeting with your beaded gown. Your eyes scan the room, searching for one face in particular.

“Looking for someone?” A familiar voice asks behind you.

You turn, a smile lighting up your face as you see Max, dashing in his tailored suit. “There you are! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost.”

Max grins, offering you his arm. “Even on a ship this size? Never. Though I must admit, I did take a wrong turn or two.”

You laugh, taking his arm. “Well, I’m glad you found your way eventually. I’ve been dying to dance with you all evening.”

As Max leads you onto the dance floor, a strange sense of déjà vu washes over you. You’ve danced with him before, you think. In grand halls and humble taverns, across centuries ...

“What’s that look for?” Max asks, pulling you from your reverie as he places a hand on your waist.

You shake your head, smiling. “Nothing. Just ... happy, I suppose.”

He beams at you as you begin to waltz. “As am I. Being here with you, it feels ... right. Like everything’s fallen into place.”

You nod, leaning into him slightly. “I know exactly what you mean.”

As you dance, the world seems to fade away. It’s just you and Max, moving in perfect synchronicity. But the spell is broken as a violent shudder runs through the ship.

Max steadies you as you stumble. “What was that?”

Around you, other passengers are looking around in confusion. The music has stopped, the musicians exchanging worried glances.

“I’m not sure,” you reply, a sense of unease growing in your stomach. “Perhaps we should-”

Your words are cut off as a ship’s officer bursts into the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm. We’ve struck an iceberg, but there’s no immediate danger. As a precaution, we ask that you all put on life vests and make your way to the boat deck.”

A ripple of nervous chatter sweeps through the crowd. Max’s grip on your hand tightens.

“We should go,” he says urgently. “Now.”

You nod, allowing him to lead you through the increasingly panicked throng. As you make your way through the corridors, the ship’s list becomes more pronounced.

“This is bad,” Max mutters, helping you navigate a particularly steep section. “Much worse than they’re letting on.”

You reach your cabin, quickly donning life vests over your evening wear. As you step back into the corridor, you’re met with a tide of frightened passengers.

“We need to get to the boat deck,” Max says, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. “Stay close to me.”

You push through the crowd, the ship’s groans and creaks growing louder with each passing moment. When you finally reach the deck, chaos greets you. Officers are struggling to maintain order as passengers clamor for spots in the too-few lifeboats.

“Women and children first!” An officer shouts over the din.

Max turns to you, his face pale but determined. “You need to get on a boat.”

You shake your head vehemently. “Not without you.”

“Please,” he begs, cupping your face in his hands. “I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

A memory flashes through your mind — Max saying those same words in another time, another place. Always trying to save you.

“And I couldn’t bear to leave you,” you insist. “We stay together. No matter what.”

Max’s eyes search yours for a long moment before he nods. “Together, then.”

As the night wears on, it becomes clear that there won’t be enough lifeboats for everyone. You and Max help where you can, assisting women and children into the boats. The temperature drops, your breath visible in the frigid air.

“I think that’s the last one,” Max says as you watch the final lifeboat disappear into the darkness.

You look around the rapidly tilting deck. Those who remain are a mix of resigned, terrified, and in denial.

“What do we do now?” You ask, your voice small.

Max takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “We face it together. Like we always have.”

As the ship’s stern begins to rise, you and Max make your way towards the railing. The screech of twisting metal fills the air as the Titanic starts to break apart.

“Max,” you say, your voice trembling, “I’m scared.”

He pulls you close, his arms strong around you. “I know. But remember, this isn’t the end. Not really.”

You look up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you feel it?” He asks. “The familiarity? Like we’ve been here before?”

As you stare into his eyes, flashes of memory assault you. A temple in ancient Greece. A Tudor court. A Renaissance study. Always you and Max. Always torn apart.

“The cycle,” you whisper.

Max nods, a sad smile on his face. “We’ll get it right someday. I promise.”

The ship lurches violently, and you cling to each other as you’re thrown into the icy Atlantic. The shock of the cold water drives the breath from your lungs.

“Max!” You gasp, struggling to keep your head above water.

“I’m here,” he calls back, swimming towards you. “Hold on to me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, your limbs already growing numb from the cold. Around you, the cries of other passengers pierce the night.

“It’s so cold,” you murmur, your teeth chattering.

Max holds you tighter. “I know, love. Just stay with me.”

As the minutes tick by, the cries around you grow fewer. You can feel your strength ebbing, your grip on Max weakening.

“Hey,” Max says, his voice hoarse. “Stay awake. Look at the stars with me.”

You force your eyes open, gazing up at the crystal-clear sky. “They’re beautiful,” you manage.

“Just like you,” Max replies. “In every life, in every time.”

You smile weakly. “You always were a charmer.”

“And you always saw right through me,” he chuckles, the sound turning into a cough.

As your vision begins to dim, you summon the last of your strength to speak. “Max? Promise you’ll find me again?”

His lips, blue with cold, press against your forehead. “Always. In this life and the next, and all the ones after.”

The cold fades, replaced by a spreading warmth. As consciousness slips away, your last thought is of Max’s eyes, filled with love and the promise of reunion.

The wheel turns. The cycle continues. And somewhere, in another time, another place, two souls prepare to find each other once more.

Washington DC, 1968

The air is thick with tension and the acrid smell of tear gas. You stand at the front of the crowd, your hand tightly gripping a homemade sign that reads “MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR.” The chants of the protesters around you swell and ebb like waves crashing against the shore of the Lincoln Memorial.

“Hey,” a familiar voice calls out. You turn to see Max pushing his way through the crowd, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

You smile, relief washing over you. “I was starting to worry you wouldn’t make it.”

Max reaches you, his hand finding yours. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away. Though the police barricades nearly did.”

You squeeze his hand. “I’m glad you’re here. This feels ... important. Like we’re on the brink of something.”

He nods, his eyes scanning the growing crowd. “I know what you mean. It’s like the whole world is holding its breath.”

As if on cue, a new chant starts up. “Hey, hey, LBJ! How many kids did you kill today?”

You join in, your voice blending with the thousands around you. Max’s deeper tone resonates beside you, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the autumn chill.

Suddenly, there’s a commotion at the edge of the crowd. You stand on tiptoe, trying to see what’s happening.

“What is it?” Max asks, concern etching his features.

“I’m not sure,” you reply. “It looks like ... oh no.”

A line of police officers in riot gear is advancing on the crowd, batons at the ready.

Max’s grip on your hand tightens. “We should fall back. This could get ugly.”

But you stand your ground, shaking your head. “No. We can’t let them intimidate us. We have a right to be here, to make our voices heard.”

“I know,” Max says, his voice tight with worry. “But I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

As the police line gets closer, tensions in the crowd rise. Someone throws a bottle, and it shatters at the feet of an officer. In an instant, chaos erupts.

“Disperse immediately!” A voice booms over a megaphone. “This is an unlawful assembly!”

But the crowd doesn’t disperse. If anything, the chants grow louder, more defiant. You feel Max tugging at your arm.

“Come on,” he urges. “We’ve made our point. Let’s go before-”

His words are cut off by a loud bang. For a moment, you think it’s a firecracker. Then you see the tear gas canister arcing through the air.

“Gas!” Someone shouts, and panic ripples through the crowd.

Max pulls you close, covering your mouth and nose with his bandana. “We need to move, now!”

You nod, coughing as the acrid gas begins to sting your eyes. Together, you push through the panicked crowd, trying to reach the edge of the park.

But the police are closing in from all sides. You see batons swinging, hear the cries of pain and anger from your fellow protesters.

“This way,” Max says, pulling you towards a gap in the police line.

You’re almost there when you hear a scream behind you. Turning, you see a young woman on the ground, an officer standing over her with his baton raised.

Before you can think, you’re moving towards them. “Stop!” You yell. “Leave her alone!”

“Y/N, no!” Max calls after you, but you’re already out of his reach.

You throw yourself between the fallen woman and the officer, your arms outstretched. “Please,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “She’s not a threat. We’re peaceful protesters.”

The officer hesitates, his baton still raised. For a moment, you think he might listen. Then you see his eyes harden behind his visor.

“I said disperse!” He shouts, bringing the baton down.

You close your eyes, bracing for the impact. But it never comes. Instead, you hear a grunt of pain and open your eyes to see Max in front of you, taking the blow meant for you.

“Max!” You cry out as he crumples to the ground.

You drop to your knees beside him, cradling his head. “Max, can you hear me?”

He groans, his eyes fluttering open. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice weak.

You nod, tears streaming down your face. “I’m fine. Why did you do that?”

A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?”

Despite everything, you can’t help but laugh. “You idiot,” you say fondly.

The moment is shattered by another round of tear gas canisters landing nearby. The acrid smoke billows around you, making it hard to breathe.

“We need to get out of here,” you say, trying to help Max to his feet.

But as you stand, you feel a sharp pain in your side. Looking down, you see a growing red stain on your shirt.

“Y/N?” Max’s voice sounds far away. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You stumble, your legs giving out. Max catches you, lowering you gently to the ground.

“Oh God,” he says, his face pale with shock. “You’ve been hit.”

You look down again, seeing the bullet embedded in your side. The pain is distant, almost unreal.

“It’s not so bad,” you try to reassure him, but your voice comes out weak and shaky.

Max presses his hand to the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. “Help!” He shouts. “We need a medic!”

But his cries are lost in the chaos around you. The world seems to be fading, growing dim at the edges.

“Max,” you whisper, reaching up to touch his face. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head fiercely. “Don’t you dare apologize. You’re going to be fine, you hear me? We’re going to get through this.”

You smile sadly, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over you. “We always say that, don’t we?”

Max’s brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Every time,” you murmur, your strength fading. “We always think this time will be different.”

Understanding dawns in Max’s eyes, along with a deep, aching sorrow. “The cycle,” he whispers.

You nod weakly. “But it’s okay. We’ll get another chance.”

“No,” Max says, his voice breaking. “Not again. Please, Y/N, stay with me.”

But you can feel yourself slipping away. The pain is gone now, replaced by a spreading warmth.

“Find me again,” you breathe, your eyes starting to close. “Promise me.”

Max’s tears fall on your face as he leans close. “I promise. In this life or the next, I’ll always find you.”

As consciousness fades, your last thought is of Max’s eyes, filled with love and the weight of lifetimes. The wheel turns, the cycle continues, and somewhere, two souls prepare for yet another chance at forever.

Monaco, 2024

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. You’re curled up against Max, his arm draped protectively over your waist. The steady rhythm of his breathing is a comforting constant, one you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

A gentle weight lands on the bed, followed by a soft meow. You open your eyes to see Jimmy padding across the duvet.

“Morning, Jimmy,” you whisper, reaching out to scratch behind his ears. He purrs contentedly, settling down in the small space between you and Max.

The movement stirs Max from his slumber. He blinks sleepily, a smile spreading across his face as he focuses on you. “Good morning, schatje,” he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep.

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Morning, champ. Sleep well?”

He nods, pulling you closer. “Always do with you by my side.”

As if on cue, another weight lands on the bed. Sassy makes her presence known with a demanding meow.

Max chuckles, reaching over to pet her. “Good morning to you too, princess.”

You can’t help but laugh. “I think someone’s jealous of all the attention Jimmy’s getting.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” Max says, scooping Sassy up and placing her on his chest. She immediately starts kneading, purring loudly.

You watch them with a fond smile, a wave of contentment washing over you. “I love this,” you say softly. “Just ... all of this.”

Max turns his head to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth. “Me too. Sometimes I can hardly believe it’s real, you know?”

You nod, understanding completely. “I know what you mean. It’s like ... we’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

“Lifetimes,” Max agrees, a hint of something ancient in his gaze.

You both fall silent for a moment, lost in memories that feel more like dreams — flashes of other lives, other times, always reaching for each other but never quite able to hold on.

Jimmy stretches, breaking the spell. You laugh as he nearly pushes Sassy off Max’s chest in the process.

“Alright, you two,” Max says, gently moving the cats aside. “I think it’s time for breakfast.”

As if understanding his words, both cats leap off the bed and head for the door, meowing insistently.

You groan, burying your face in Max’s shoulder. “Five more minutes?”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know they won’t let us rest until they’re fed.”

“True,” you sigh, reluctantly sitting up. “I suppose we should get up anyway. Don’t you have that interview today?”

Max nods, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Yeah, in a couple of hours. Nothing too intense though, just a quick chat about the next race.”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, stretching. “Want me to make coffee while you feed the furry overlords?”

“Sounds perfect,” Max says, getting up and pulling on a t-shirt. He pauses at the door, looking back at you with a soft smile. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest, the same feeling you get every time he looks at you like that. “You might have mentioned it once or twice,” you tease. “But I never get tired of hearing it.”

Max crosses the room in two quick strides, pulling you into a deep kiss. When he pulls back, you’re both a little breathless.

“I love you,” he says, his forehead resting against yours. “More than I ever thought possible.”

You cup his face in your hands, thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “I love you too, Max. Always have, always will.”

A loud meow from the hallway breaks the moment. You both laugh, the spell broken but the warmth lingering.

“Duty calls,” Max says with a wink, heading out to tend to the cats.

You make your way to the kitchen, starting the coffee maker and pulling out mugs. As the rich aroma fills the air, you can hear Max in the other room, talking to the cats as he fills their bowls.

“There you go, Jimmy. Easy, Sassy, there’s plenty for both of you.”

You smile to yourself, struck once again by how perfect this all feels. It’s not just the quiet moments like this morning — it’s the way Max lights up when he talks about racing, the pride in his eyes when he brings home another trophy. It’s the way he holds you after a particularly rough day, or the sound of his laughter when you’re goofing around together.

Max joins you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you pour the coffee. “Smells amazing,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck.

You lean back into him, savoring the moment. “The coffee or me?”

“Both,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You turn in his arms, handing him his mug. “So, what’s on the agenda after your interview?”

Max takes a sip of coffee, thinking. “Not much, actually. I was thinking maybe we could have a quiet day in? Watch a movie, order takeout?”

“Sounds perfect,” you say, your smile widening. “I’ll even let you pick the movie this time.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Even if it’s another racing documentary?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Even then. Though I reserve the right to fall asleep on your shoulder if it gets too technical.”

“Deal,” Max grins, pulling you close for another kiss.

As you stand there in the kitchen, coffee in hand and cats weaving between your legs, you’re struck by a profound sense of rightness. This is what you’ve been searching for, life after life. This quiet, domestic bliss with the man you love.

“What are you thinking about?” Max asks, noticing your thoughtful expression.

You smile, leaning into him. “Just ... how happy I am. How perfect this all is.”

Max’s arms tighten around you. “It really is, isn’t it? Sometimes I wonder if I’m dreaming.”

You pinch his arm lightly, laughing at his mock-offended expression. “Definitely not dreaming.”

“Good,” he says, his voice soft and sincere. “Because I never want to wake up from this.”

As you stand there in the morning light, surrounded by the life you’ve built together, you silently thank whatever force has finally allowed you and Max to find your happily ever after.

The wheel has turned, the cycle has ended, and at last, your souls have found their home.

me when i look for fluff/angst fics and all i get is smut

f1 That first win feeling 🤩☝🏻

Charles is walking around Maranello carrying that puppy like a purse. Guess that’s his new emotional support pet

Shirtless in the gym, kissing his bub. Thank you Louise, you are a real one. 🙏

How many times have I watched this? Yes.

This makes me so delusional 😫

✦ ۰ —ᣞ ⊹ ݁ ﹙ 🖇️ ﹚: a look into your camera roll if carlos sainz was your boyfriend !

gift giving as a love language afternoon massages. candlelight dinners. borrowing his clothes. delicate touches. bubble baths after an intense and busy day. falling in love in august. rides on carlos yatch. soft launching your relationship. afternoons at the country club. traveling around the world with him. stolen glances. kissing your hand while driving. weekends at carlos’ family home. museum dates. hand-written love letters. smudged lipstick. easy love confessions.

Very excited for this!!

Blind Items (An F1 Series)

A new wave of rumors has hit the paddock about everyone's beloved drivers! 1. Teen Dad (OP81) 2. Vegas weddings (WIP)

3. To be revealed!

Requesting info! I will write for any of the drivers for these blind items. Problem is I only have so many ideas so if any of you have any specific drivers with specific scenarios you would like to see just send it to me!

The 2024 Beginners' Guide to F1 from Shunted Towers.

5544 said we are above this

medieval professions (2012 edition)

inspired by this poll

(tag yourself I'm daniel)

Found this review on Steam for the F12023 game and I felt like tumblr needed to see it

i do really feel for nico rosberg because imagine being a literal world champion and all you're remembered for is the very public and toxic breakdown of your homoerotic teenage situationship

Behold my beautiful f1 inspired wallpapers

Every. Fucking. Time

jungkook adjusted his schedule so that he’ll be there when hobi enlist 🥺😭 (trans. cr. BTStranslation_, JlNSONYEONDAN and lovemazejikook)

Hello, everyone. This is a link to the GoFundMe I have set up to hopefully pay for my dad's spinal surgery. The goal is $17,000 but even if we don't make it, every bit counts.

Dad's Spinal Surgery Fund

OFF-SCREEN | JJK

Pairing: Pro Streamer!Jungkook x Faceless Female!Reader

Genre: Streamer Au, Gamer Au, Social Media Au, Strangers to Lovers Au, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word count: 18k

Synopsis:

Being a woman in the gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest rival finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are?

Or

You've spent your entire life pretending to be a guy online, so when one of the biggest steamers finds out, things get even more tricky.

A/n: This was a lot of fun to write! However, it is unmistakably very different and out of my comfort zone, I hope I did a good job. Feedback is much welcomed. Any words that are in bold are the start of new scenes!

Undercover

You can't recall the last time you signed in as a female character to play a video game. Just by slightly altering your voice, using a decent voice filter, your voice changed from your female one, to a guys one in seconds.

This has been your life for the past two years.

From 8 am to 5 pm, you were Y/n, a 19-year-old dropout who had a full-time job serving customers and selling snacks at a convenience shop down the road, living in a tiny studio apartment in the middle of Seoul. But at night, you changed into Borahae7, a well-known streamer who was a ace at every game she (he) played.

Without even being able to identify the exceptional gamer by face, people idolized you.

Borahae7

Yes, it wasn't exactly the most original of names. You came up with it when you were fifteen years old creating your first minecraft character. It had no meaningful meaning, no interesting narrative. You liked the colour purple, and 7 was your lucky number. That's it.

But let's get back to the crucial part: this brand-new game, Cypher, had just recently been released 3 months ago and was only now going viral. And you just so happened to be in the top tier of players right now due to your early discovery of the game.

You were the only streamer that people couldn't place a face to out of the other 4—one of whom was Koo97, a streamer who was well-known internationally for his crazy gaming skills and lets be honest, he was pretty handsome as well.

You were never a fan of the idea of a face cam. Its not like you lacked confidence, but more so that people would not be too pleased by the fact that a woman was able to play games this good.

Although you weren't personally affected, you saw that women always received a lot of hate simply for being just that, a woman. You were perplexed as to why women were unable to perform the same tasks as males. Because of this, youd decided to go undercover, as a guy.

Kook97

"Move left! Taehyung, to the fucking left!" Jungkook screamed into his mic the chat going wild at the highly tense match taking place in front of them.

In a game of Overwatch—Jungkooks speciality— it was him and Taehyung competing against two other less well-known streamers. It would be an understatement to say that Jungkook was the best Overwatch player; he became well-known for his incredible abilities in the game after all.

Jungkook, aka 'Kook97', was the biggest streamer on the platform to this day, having amassed a sizable viewership over the previous four years, he occupied the top spot on Twitch with more than 25 million subscribers. You, 'borahae7', followed him close behind, with just one million followers less than he did.

Taehyung shouted, flinging his controller into the wall, creating a small dent in it, "I'm trying damn-, but my controller- FUCK."

"Are you serious?!" Jungkook groaned, now engaged in a 1 against 2 match while focusing on one of the four screens that graced his gaming setup.

As Jungkook eventually managed to kill one of his opponents with a headshot, the chat was spewing consoling phrases. Eventually, he succeeded in killing the other, who was a little trickier to take out, and won the match.

"Fuck," Jungkook moaned, slumping back into his seat while feeling fatigued and even a little sweaty but after calming down a little, reading comments and thanking donations, Taehyung speaks up again after his brief outburst of rage earlier, "Well you did it again."

"Yeah"

Hashtags

"I don't know, I really just enjoy sitting home and-"

Hobi, your best friend of ten years, interrupts you, saying, "And playing your little shooting games."

You lower your head, he was right after all, so you couldn't disagree with him. Hobi was one of just two friends you had, and the only other person you lived with. Jennie was currently enrolled in a course of study in New Zealand. Despite the short flight time, she was still several hours away from you.

Hobi pours you another cup of tea as you sit in your room, enjoying the afternoon to its fullest, "You have to start going out and having fun girl."

With it being a Sunday, today was the only day of the week that you had a stream-free day. You wouldn't say you looked forward to the day, Sundays got boring when you had nothing to do besides sit and scroll on your phone or reading a book. Hobi usually went out, and although he always welcomed you along, you preferred to stay in and watch TV rather than go out and drink.

You sigh, sipping from your cup and giving your best friend puppy eyes as you say, "I have fun," adding, "Besides, I work an early shift on Mondays, you know I can't stay up late."

Hoseok sighs, wanting to say that you should quit your job cause you make enough money with your streams at this point anyway, but he gives in, letting you do what you think was best.

Shortly after your best friend turns to look at his phone, opening the bird app out of boredom, being met with a bunch of hashtags immediately.

#koo97xborahae7

#koohaecollab

"Uh, y/n, you might want to see this," Hobi mumbles, pointing the phone in your direction.

Animal Crossing

"Gamer123, I appreciate your $5 donation." Jungkook thanks the viewer, lately, a lot of his viewers have asked him to do a stream just playing Animal Crossing and create his own island, this provided Jungkook the chance to unwind a little and engage with his followers more. "Guys, I have to admit," Jungkook begins as he reclines in his chair and observes the chat spam of pointless emotes. "This game is more fun than I thought, it reminds me of The Sims or something," He says, gulping in his last bit of the energy drink, before folding his toned arms over his head.

"What did that say?" He quickly approaches the chat screen and scrolls up until he locates the comment he had earlier seen. "Borahae7's playing Animal Crossing too right now? Thats cool" He mumbles. Watching his chat freak out at the mention of you, he muses aloud, "I've never really talked to him." It's the first time he has ever acknowledged you.

"Wait, is there a way we can go to his island?" When he returns to the screen where the game was open, he looks for the Visit option and, when he does, he asks his chat for the name of your island.

He enthusiastically clicked on it when he finally located it, astounded by the effort you had gone into creating your island. While you appeared to have been playing for at least a few months by this point, he had only started playing today.

"Damn, Borahae has been rocking it. Let's try to make our island shine like this, too."

@ kookieee97 donated $2; you should stream with Borahae7 sometime. BTW, I love your streams. <3

As he puts the finishing touches on his garden, Jungkook grinned. "Thank you, kookie. You think I should?" He murmurs, turning to his right to the chat that was going crazy when your name was mentioned once more. He begins, "I feel like it's a good idea, actually. We don't hate one other, despite what many people have said on Twitter. The guy's incredible."

With his mind focused on getting your number, Jungkook asks around some of his streamer or youtuber friends, none of which have ever talked to you and if they have, it's only been for a couple for minutes. Turns out you're more of a lone streamer. Much to Jungkooks disgrace since he was looking forward to play with someone as good as him, sure Taehyung was above average in most games, but once Jungkook got used to his tactics it got boring. The last thing Jungkook thought about doing was hop into your chat and ask you himself.

"What's up?"

"Good game," you mutter, rolling your eyes at the stupid player who'd just spamm shot at you instead of actually playing the game right. "Okay, guys, I think that's it from me tonight. Sorry, this stream wasn't as long as usual, but I think I'm coming down with something. Anyway-"

"Huh?" You're surprised to see your chat go faster than usual, and looking for a while longer, you find the reason as to why; Kook97 was commenting in your chat.

🔷️Kook97: what's up

Iloveborahae: omgggg

Gamelover123: @ kook97 I love you!!😭

🔷️Kook97: our chats want us to stream together sometime

Goldenplayer: holy shitttt

Whalien: can you play minecraft?

🔷️Kook97: LMK when you're free?

Your eyes grow wide, and even though your chat can't see you, they sense hat you're as surprised as they are.

"Yes, sure, absolutely." You manage to speak while swallowing a massive lump of air. You glare at the chat again, but Jungkook had likely already left.

"Okay, guys, I guess we'll do something different next stream then- I-uh again, thank you for watching, and have a great weekend!"

Turning off the stream and voice filter you stare at your wall, "Oh my god" you let out a long breath, getting your phone out and opening twitter.

Grinning internally, you like some of the tweets from your primary account. This was amazing; Jungkook had been streaming for a lot longer than you had, and the fact that it was him who had reached out to invite you to collaborate was revolutionary in your eyes.

"Y/n did you-"

"Yes." You interrupt Hoseok, not looking up from your phone and clicking on Jungkooks profile. Deciding to quote message him over Twitter, your hands are shaking.

"What should I text him? 'Hey dude?'" You giggle shaking your head before deleting it again.

"Hobi you're a guy, what should I say?" Pouting you shove your phone into his hold.

"Maybe try this?" He says, typing away on your phone before handing it back to you.

"People are loving this," you smile, scrolling to read a few of the replies on your—hobis—tweet. "I also think that they'd love you regardless if they knew that you're actually a woman, but I'm not about to have this conversation with you again." Hoseok crosses his arms, and you just shrug. "I've been pretending for 2 years now, I can't just come out and say 'oh by the way, guys, I'm actually a girl!'"

"Actually, you could-" "shhh!" You place your finger in front of your mouth motioning for your best friend to shut up. "He just messaged me!!" You speak, completely fangirling over the fact that the Kook97 had messaged you.

f

Hello, again.

When you leave the house at 7:30 in the morning, the weather isn't exactly pleasant. As a result of last night's rain, it is cold and wet. You have until eight to get to the convenience store, which allows you time to refill some items and perhaps even see if Jungkook has replied to you on Discord. You'd asked him about details for tonights stream last night, sure that was the main reason, the other being that you wanted to talk to him...

There was no point in denying that Jungkook was a very attractive man. Anyone would fall for his charms, even you, who was a bit on the shy side.

You never played with any other streamers or friends, so you had to download Discord just to talk with Jungkook. You had to watch a 30-minute YouTube lesson to understand the basics of the app because there were so many options and things you could choose from.

While shivering, you move the jacket closer to your body and walk a little more quickly toward the store. You didn't listen to much dubstep or rb&b like the usual gamers you saw, instead the music in your ears was soothing and just the way you loved it.

After fumbling with the keys, you manage to open the door to the space you'll be spending the next eight hours in. "Damn this place smells," you mutter, opening a window and allowing the fresh—and bitterly cold—air to enter for a few minutes.

Though you were still stacking some goodies in the corner, there was a ding, signalling that a customer had entered the shop.

You didn't bother to look up.

"Is this place open yet?" The question was asked in a voice that you thought sounded familiar, but you ignored it and continued working on your task.

"Technically, yes, but please give me a moment to finish this-" As you turn to look up, it feels as though your breath has been sucked out of you as you come face to face with... Jungkook?

"W-what- I mean, how can I help you?" You stutter out in utter disbelief. To Jungkook, it just seemed like a normal encounter with someone who knew him, making him roll his eyes.

Sometimes, he wishes he'd never shown his face so he could go anywhere he wanted without being recognised and crowded immediately.

If only he knew what was really the reason behind your reaction.

You scan a couple of energy drinks and some chips are as you move behind the register; yes, these were obviously for his stream later on.

Watching him smile back at you, you say, "Have a good day," growing more eager to speak with him tonight.

"You found one that was open, right?" Jin, Jungkook's roommate, calls and asks. "Yes, they had even those weird avocado chips you like."

"They're not weird, they're healthy."

"whatever Hyung, I have to hang up now, have to drive, ." Jungkook hangs up the phone without giving it another thought. His expensive black Audi immediately turns on its neon lights, and you can hear lofi music playing in the background.

Given that Jungkook's work was primarily at night, he typically got to sleep in, so this wasn't exactly how he had anticipated spending his morning. It wasn't all that horrible, though, because the cashier at the store—you—was cute.

"How much do I owe you?" As Jungkook approaches their kitchen, Jin asks, the younger simply shaking his head and saying, "It's nothing, Hyung, just take them." As he walks to the fridge to store his drinks, Jungkook speaks.

"Sooo.." Jin starts, brows raised as he looks at his roommate. "Purple boy?"

“Purple boy?”

"You mean Borahae?", Kook asks the elder man with a bewildered gaze. Laughing, he exudes. More than that, Jin wasn't a gamer or streamer. So other than knowing you were famous, he'd no idea what kind of games you even played or were good at.

'방탄' (Bulletproof), One of Seoul's five-star restaurants employed Jin as their chef two years ago. Jungkook and him may be seen as being in affluence. However, they have been living together for five years and have known each other for fifteen. It would seem strange for one of them to suddenly move out

"Were streaming tonight; how did you know about it?" Jungkook asks "I thought you didn't give a damn about those kind of things." Jungkook tells Jin while sipping on some coffee he had before leaving. "You're once again kind of going viral, I read about it on Twitter."

"People are happy, but I'm a little worried that we won't get along", Jungkook chuckles.

"From what I've seen on twitter, you guys are getting along just fine," Jin scoffs as he makes his way back halfway to his room.

"Jungkook came to the store today." You casually mention to your roommate as you both eat dinner,

"Who?" correcting yourself, Hoseok looks at you with a curious brow up. You recite, "Kook97 visited the shop today," drawing a gasp from your best friend.

"The world is a small place, after all, huh?" Playing with your food, you say.

"Did he.. did he recognize you?"

"No he didnt" you roll your eyes "how would he? He just came to get some snacks for tonight I guess-"

For a second, there's a small silence between the both of you.

"I don't know, meeting him soon after the entire Twitter announcement stuff," Your heart beats quickly as you shrug. "Maybe I've watched too many rom-coms, but it feels like fate.-"

Hoseok interrupts, "Okay, hold up there, young lady, as much as I'd like that for you, he probably was just looking for a place to get his snacks," shattering your delusion. "You're probably right, I mean-."

"Since we both live in Seoul, the likelihood that we cross paths is fairly high."

"Exactly, maybe if you eventually exposed who you really are though." Hobi wiggles his brows, making you groan, "He would have fell for you right away, I mean, just look at you." He gestures for your body. "You're stunning,". You chuckle while shaking your head. "I love you,"

Game 1

"Okay, 2 coke zeros and a 1L bottle of water.." you hum, looking down at your set up for tonight, aka in 1 hour. "Oh snacks!" You almost forget. running to the kitchen, you grab a few grapes as well as some crackers you'd taken from the convenience store this morning. Oh, how you loved the employee discount.

"Alrighty, That's it" you speak to yourself, plopping down on your seat and sending Jungkook a quick "all set" message.

Since you've been streaming for two years, talking and commenting on games as you play them has probably become second nature to you. As a result, you weren't as nervous as you had been a few hours earlier. You even watched a few of Jungkook's stream redistributions to observe how he behaved towards other people. You wondered how his behaviour would betoward you. Would he also be shy? Would he talk most of the time and let you just play? You wanted to leave a positive impression without coming across as cocky or nosy. What on earth were you thinking? He would treat you like every other guy he has ever played with; it's not as if he knew you were a girl anyway.

Maybe you weren't so ready for tonight after all.

"Jin, you're the best, have I told you that before?" Jungkook grins, hands full of leftovers from Jins restaurant that he'd brought home. "You tell me every once in a while, sure I'd appreciate it if you said it more often, but -"

Jungkook rolls his eyes, walking into his gaming room and setting his food down on the table. He was all set now, and just as he sat down he got a text that you were too. Jungkook wondered how you'd act with him, would you be more talkative? Would you make fun of him for being an absolute noob at Cypher?

He was aware that you didn't talk much during your streams and that they were mostly for gamethrough interested viewers who didn't want to hear all the commentary. But every now and then, you'd switch to a more calming game, such as Sims 4 or Minecraft, where you would talk more openly with your chat about your life.

"What's up dude, glad it worked out" Jungkook speaks through his mic, his viewier number higher than ever due to your collab today. Even if he couldn't see, you nodded. "Yeah, dude, I'm glad too," you reply. You Internally cringe at yourself; perhaps you should have watched some "how to talk like a guy" videos or something because this was already going horribly. However, Jungkook shrugs it off and begins the game while chatting. Again speaking up, he says, "You're going to have to show me how to play first since I have no idea," gazing into the camera and grinning at the audience. "Sure, maybe we can go to easy mode and begin there?" It was embarrassing how much you were blushing. Calm the fuck down Y/n

Looking back for a second You glare at Hobi who was also In the room for—in his words—, moral support. He just gives you a thumbs up and waits for you to continue streaming as usual. This was your thing, you were good at streaming, why did it feel so strange today.

Its been around an hour now since you've been playing, and Jungkook seemed to have gotten a hold of it pretty quickly, but you were expecting that anyway, the guy was good at everything he did.

"All right, should we start some pvp right now?" You ask him while keeping a slight side-eye on your chat, where bets were already being placed on who will win. You smiled, being literally ready for a fight.

"Fuck fuck fuck" Jungkook was heard swearing as you beat him for the 4th time that night, he wasn't bad at all, having won against other players in the game already, but against you; he had no chance at all. "That was wild, dude," Jungkook compliments. "How much hp did you still have?" Jungkook sighs as he runs a hand through his untidy hair while guzzling an energy drink and relaxing in his seat. You speak up, shrugging your shoulders as if he could see anyway, and also get yourself a drink. "Uh, I think around 40%, so you definitely almost got me," you say. "It was fun playing with you, I think I'll leave it at that and turn the stream off. Good game, brother."

"Yeah you too, keep practicing and maybe you'll actually become a challenge for me" you cockily reply without any malicious intent but more to rile him up some before hanging up the discord call. "Well guys, this was very fun, I guess we'll see each other tomorrow, have a great night's sleep and-" you stop to look down at your phone, having gotten a text from Jungkook.

"-and don't stay up too late"

Opening the message you read—

Kook97; nice game again, we should do this more often, maybe invite Taehyung too sometime

You; Taehyung?

Kook97; oh sorry, I meant Vante

You; oh! Yes, sure, I'm down

"Yeah you too, keep practicing and maybe you'll actually become a challenge for me" Jungkook hears you say before hanging up, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "Well you heard it yourselves guys, this definitely wasn't the last time we played against Borahae, let's work hard!" And With a click of a button he was offline.

"Fuck" Jungkook laughs again, taking out his phone and texting you.

We meet again

Once again, Jungkook finds himself at the convenience store you worked at. He'd been here on Tuesday as well, but it turns out you don't work on Tuesdays cause he didn't spot you. So he tried his luck on Wednesday— today.

Again, it was around 8:30 when he walked into the small but pretty—thanks to you— organised store.

Spotting you at the snack isle, he smiled under his face mask before approaching you.

Jungkook has never been a shy person. He knew he looked good, and he also knew that people were attracted to him, so it wasn't hard for him to just plainly ask people out. As he stood a few inches away from you, he cleared his throat.

"Hey so- I don't know if you remember me from Monday morning but I thought you were really cute and I wanted to ask if I could give you my number" planting a smirk on his face Jungkook waited for your answer—one that never came. Quirking a brow, he taps your shoulder, making you jump up in shock. "Oh my fucking g- what the hell" you yell, turning around to look up at an equally scared looking Jungkook. "I'm sorry uh-" he scratches the back of his head "I - if I knew you were wearing headphones, I wouldn't have done that," he apologised, giving you a small smile. You shake your head "No im actually - I shouldn't be wearing these anyway," you point at your headphones, "but usually there aren't many people around, so I play some music while I work." You explain.

"So, what is it that you wanted" you ask him, turning to face him completely now. Jungkook shakes his head smiling again "I wanna give you my number, I think you're pretty cute and you know, maybe we could go on a date sometime-" he starts "if you want to of course!" He corrects himself leaning against the wall and waiting for an answer.

There's no way

No way in fucking he'll, oh my god

"You wanna give me your number?" You repeat his question, a small blush forming on your cheeks as you look down shyly. "Yeah," Jungkooks smirk grows wider and wider by every second that passes. "You don't have to -" "No, wait, here, type it in." You hush him and hold your phone out for him to start typing.

..Hi?

You're not necessarily avoiding Jungkook, but you're not about to text him either. He'd given you his number for a reason; he wanted you to make the first step when you were comfortable. He was a gentleman. You had to give him that. The more you thought about texting him, the worse your anxiety got. What should you even say?

"Hey its Y/n from the convenience store?" Or "whats up?" God, everything sounded so wrong. The last time you had seriously dated someone, it ended horribly.

But considering that Jungkook was totally different from your ex, you decide to open the empty chat and type out a text.

Given that you had already spoken with Jungkook before, it surprised you to learn how simple it was to talk to him, but of course, he didn't know that the two of you had spoken before.

In addition to his passion for video games, he also mentioned that he shared an apartment with a friend hed known for more than 15 years.

Though you presume it was because he had unpleasant interactions with girls who were just after his popularity and money, he never revealed to you that he was a well-known streamer. You felt hurt by his likely explanation for the situation and by the fact that he appeared to be somewhat deceiving you. However, weren't you lying to him too? Not telling him something very important? You sigh and put your phone away without waiting for him to respond to your most recent message, which only provided a response to his earlier question.

In addition to being worn out by the day you had, you were also worn out from the lie that had once kept you safe but was now steadily ruining your life.

Deal

There's still lingering tension between you and Hobi when you enter your home. The small disagreement you two had this morning was still not talked out.

It's about the same topic as always, your Internet persona and how—in hobis words—It will ultimately sabotage your friendships and any success you may have. Of course, he was right, but you just didn't want to confess that you were wrong for following your heart and being hidden from the outside world.

You don't want to make things more complicated than they already are, you're far too deep into the lie that you call your job.

It's just not something worth ruining your career for.

Friendships come and go but this job is your life, without gaming, without streaming, you're... nothing.

You'll eventually find the right time to confess your truth to your fans, but the right time just wasn't right now, you barely talked in your streams anyway, you didn't even show your face goddammit. It just wasn't the right time. Yet...

The tougher part, though, was eventually confessing to Jungkook. You didn't know what would become of you and maybe you were just looking too deep into it, but somewhere in your heart, head and body you felt like it was destiny that your Internet persona and your real life persona met Jungkook at the same time.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Hoseok walking in and setting the grocery bags down.

You're not blind. You could tell he was still bitter about this morning, so you decided to take it upon yourself and apologise.

"You know.." you start hesitantly,

"I've thought about our conversation earlier, and i think,-"

"I think once I've figured things out for myself, once I'm confident about what is right and wrong. Then I'll tell everyone, I'll show my face and-"

Hoseok laughs lightly, but his voice remains soft, showing he means no harm. "You don't have to do all that Y/n."

"Worry is a human emotion. Don't let me come in the way of your career, be yourself and do what you think is right. I'll support you regardless."

"Are you serious?" You whisper, walking towards him. "Dead serious, but-" he pauses, making you look up at him. "Promise me that if you end up dating him, you'll at least tell him about your little lie"

You squeak, hugging him tightly "deal"

A date?

"Fuck man this game is fucking rigged how is it that I get killed by the same guy for the third fucking time" Jungkook screams at the screen which was showing "game over" for the umpteenth this stream. "Maybe you're just ass at this game" Taehyung laughs at the other end of the call, making Jungkook even more angry "fuck off Taehyung, at least I got over lvl 10."

The chat spamms useless emotes at his loss, and Jungkook groans in frustration. "I'm ending the stream guys, today's not my day" and with that Kook97 was offline.

"Man" you mumble, having been watching—totally not stalking— Jungkooks stream.

Humming a random tune, you turn off your ipad and roll on your back grabbing your phone and clicking on Instagram when you suddenly get a message, by who would have thought, Jungkook.

Kook🐰: It can be whatever you want it to be ;)

You stop to think for a second, Hoseok was out on a date, so what was stopping you from doing the same?

Lying flat against your bed, your mind spins into a thousand different directions. You should probably get dressed, put on some makeup and perfume, as well as clean your room.

But you just lay there and think.

Maybe Jungkook, knowing who you really were was better, you could bond over different video games and laugh at weird hints you've read in your chat. Maybe even stream together again, or just play games by yourselves without people watching. It all sounded so.. Nice.

Your thoughts go back to hobis words, he was right, it was better for you to speak your truth before it was too late.

Before someone got hurt

The ringing of your doorbell snaps you out of your thoughts, and like second nature, you walk up and open the door for Jungkook.

Fuck

He looked amazing, even more than he did on stream earlier. His long locks fell all around his face, and his glasses made his eyes pop out even more. He was wearing a black sweater with some loose navy blue slacks that ended just where his boots hugged around his ankles.

It was 11pm, and the randomness of the date made it even more exciting.

"Hey"

"Hi" you whisper, clearing your throat and letting him walk in. Your heart was beating so fast you feared he could hear how nervous you were.

"I- um- the foods supposed to come any minute now." You start the conversation, hoping the night was not gonna end up in awkwardness, destroying your illusion of a perfect relationship with him.

.

"Fuck off oh my god that was so uncalled for!" You yell, falling on your back laughing. Jungkook does the same moments after, trying to catch his breath as the music of Mario cart still plays in the background. Nearly two hours have passed since Jungkook arrived, and those were the nicest two hours you've ever spent with a man.

He kept smiling turning to face you as you lay next to him on the floor in the living room "I told you I was good at Mario cart."

You pause to giggle, "Yeah but—I thought you were just being cocky!" After hitting his arm, you turn to face him from next to him. Your eyes briefly lock, but the moment was quickly ruined by Hoseok returning from his date.

"Y/n did you leave the lights in the livingroom on again-" Hoseok stops in his tracks as he catches a glimpse of the scene in front of him—you and Jungkook laying closely next to each other while the Mario cart theme song played on the TV.

"Sorry, nevermind." He turns on his heels about to leave when you call after him. "No, hold on, um, this is Jungkook," you point at Jungkook smiling.

"Jungkook, this is Hobi, my roommate." Hoseok gives the younger male a wave before glancing at you with a gaze that said, 'Are you serious?'. You laugh it off awkwardly and stand up to your feet, pizza cardboards spread around the floor, but you'd take care of those later.

"Alright, you two have fun, I'm taking a shower and then going to bed, don't be too loud"

You nod and watch your roommate enter his room before meeting Jungkook's eyes. You chuckle, settling back down on the couch, "I guess his date didn't go so well."

"One more round? Winner gets-" You pause for a moment,

"a kiss?" You flush as Jungkook interrupts. "Okay..."

The minute Jungkook passed the finish line with his Mario character, he grinned at you. Your cheeks flushed as you leaned back slightly, hesitant to initiate what you knew would likely be the best kiss ever. Turns out the two of you were closer than you'd thought, sending shivers down your spine. "We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable," he says, gently reaching for your cheek. You sigh, releasing his hand from your cheek without looking up at him. "I don't know what I want, to be honest," you say. Waiting for you to meet his eyes, "That's alright, we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He says, softly smiling at you. "You don't understand, I really want to kiss you right now but-"

"But it's too soon, I get it, don't worry." He finished for you.

The subsequent stillness wasn't quite comfortable, and as you sigh and think, "It's late, maybe we should," you start, standing up and readjusting your shirt.

"Yeah, I'll go now. I have to wake up early in the morning so I won't miss your shift." He winks.

"My shift?" You teasingly inquire while beaming up at him. "Yeah, I want to see you again as soon as possible."

And that's exactly how it continued for two weeks. Even though he receives sponsorships from numerous energy drink and snack brands, Jungkook would stop by between 8 and 9 and buy unnecessary stuff. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't even bother to spend money.

"I'm getting concerned about how much energy drinks you're drinking Kook" you smile as you scan the drink and give it back to him. "That would be 1.80$"

"Here you go young lady" he winks teasingly, enjoying the way your cheeks blushed at this early hour. "I would also like to invite you to a date at, say, my place tonight?" He quirks a brow, smile already forming on his lips when you nod. "I'd like that."

Oh, Hoseok wasn't gonna be happy. You and him both knew that you liked Jungkook a little bit more than you'd like to admit. The time of telling him the truth was coming closer and closer.

You would have been having your fourth mental breakdown of the day today if your best friend hadn't been there to calm you down. Your stream tonight had been canceled due to the date, and you were currently trying to determine what to wear as your clothes piled up on your bed.

"This one's too outgoing, it's giving 5 star restaurant" Hobi commented as he analized the dress in your hands.

"Well this is the last one I've got, there are no more dresses left to try on" you point at your dresser that was, indeed, very empty now.

"Did he tell you what he was planning on doing? Are you guys having dinner? Or... doing something else?" He says the last sentence with a raised brow, making you blush. The thought of sleeping with Jungkook hadn't really occurred to you much. Sure, you've thought about it, but it's not like you were eager to jump on his dick.

"We haven't done that kind of stuff yet.." you confess, dropping down on the bed next to your best friend and sighing. "Doesn't he want to?" Hobi asks, placing a hand on your back. Shaking your head, you say "no".

"I'm sure he wants to, but we're sort of taking it slow" Looking up at Hobi you crack a smile. "Who knows maybe tonight's the night"

"Oh, but then you need to wear something sexy, let me see." He stands up and moves over to your underwear cabinet. Him seeing your underwear or not didn't really matter to you because you had been friends for far too long.

"I vote for this," he adds while pointing to a two-piece baby pink lace set you had purchased while on vacation in Italy. "I've never actually worn it, so I don't know..." You say fumbling with your hands.

"Well, today's perfect then, regardless if you end up doing something or not -" "You will feel sexy and confident."

.

"Thanks for driving me Hobi, I owe you big time!" You tell your best friend as you get out the car, wearing a nice black dress that was rather simple than formal. It was comfortable to wear and didn't really scream 'I'm here to get fucked'.

"Hey, come in," Jungkook greets you, his hands not wandering lower than your lower back as he hugs you. "Hi! Nice place." You compliment his rather large apartment. He hadn't confessed to you what he actually did for a living. He'd just told you he works in the media industry, which sure was true but very unspecific.

"You can leave your shoes here and -" he takes your jacket from you. "I'll just put this here."

Looking around the place, there isn't much you wouldn't expect from a guy like Jungkook. Everything was kept mostly black white or grey, and even the sofa was a nice designer piece.

As you walk into his kitchen, which is filled with pots, dishes, and even some herbs you've never heard of, you gasp in astonishment, "Wow."

"Oh, this is my roommate's utopia." Jungkook chuckles. "I don't ever get to cook in this place." Despite appearing irritated, Jungkook smiles while brushing his hair back and poking his cheek with his tongue. "I had to bribe Jin to let me use it for dinner tonight."

"Oh you cooked?" You ask turning to him.

"Tried to but-"

"But Jin ended up helping me a lot"

"You know I would've been happy if you'd just made some pasta or something" you mumble, still in awe at the huge selection of self-made snacks that was presented in front of you. "Yeah well, I wanted to go all out for you and.." he gives you a quick wink, grabbing your waist and pulling you towards a closed room. "I wanted to show you my work space" he mumbled into your neck from behind, making goosebumps rise on your neck.

"You wanna talk about work on a date?" You tease him looking back into his black eyes. Chuckling he tells you to "open the door". You know where this was going, you'd seen parts of his room in his gaming room tour on YouTube that he posted last year. And somehow you even felt as if you were lying to him for not telling I'm you knew who he was.

Swallowing you open the door and find exactly what you'd expected. A large computer adorned his desk as well as 4 other screens, each having their own job while he streamed.

While your setup was just half of this, you were sor of jealous.

"Wow" you let out, setting yourself free from his hold you walk in, now standing in front of his desk. "This is-"

"Nerdy?" He scratches the back of his head, but you shake yours.

"This is amazing, wow, what-"

"I stream, when I said I worked In media I sort of lied- and I feel bad but-"

You turn to face him once more as he sat down on the room's small couch. But he added, hoping you would share his sentiments, "I feel like I genuinely like you and I want to be more than just friends."

"only if you..."

Of course you did too. You liked him so much.

"I do"

Jungkook then gets to his feet and walks over to you, taking hold of your hips once more, but this time tighter holding on for dear life. He gulps, "So you-"

"You want to be with me?. You're not upset with me for lying, are you?" He wanted to be sure you were okay with this, so he asked again.

All you had to do was nod for Jungkook to put his lips on yours. Your first kiss felt like a swarm of butterflies had gathered around the two of you to celebrate your love.

"I really like you too, you know," you whisper against his lips as you peck them one last time. "You do?," he squeezes your hips. "Say it one more time."

"I like you"

The ringing of your phone interrups your moment, and when you look at the caller, Id it's Hobi. "Wait a second." You smile as you brush his cheek before leaving the room to accept your roommate's call.

"Hobi, what is it?" you whine, hearing Hoseok sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Have you not checked Twitter?" He asks panic written all over his voice as he brings you back to reality.

"No?" You say, eyebrows furrowing as you tell him to wait a second. As you click on the bird app, the first thing you see are the hashtags # Borahaeisoverparty # Borahae7leaked

It's like your heart stopped beating for a second when you read the headlines. Quickly clicking on the link, you turn to see if Jungkook was eavesdropping. When you made sure the coast was clear, you read the most liked post that said;

And suddenly, a lot of emotions overcame you, your head spinning as you run and lock yourself in the next best room, which happened to be the bathroom.

"Y/n?!" From outside the door, Jungkook asked, his voice frantic but not angry. You try to maintain your composure and say, "I'm sorry, I just need a minute, please." It only worked briefly.

"Are you still there, Y/n?" A worried-sounding Hoseok questioned at the other end of the call. You murmur, "I'm here, yeah," as you continue to scrutinize the dreadful message. "I can pick you up if you want. Does Jungkook know? Did he find out?" Not currently helpful is Hoseok's frightened voice. The tears spoil your flawless makeup as you sob, "No, no, he didn't, but please come pick me up."

This was meant to be your night, a day you would never forget.

Instead, everything was going downhill, your life was suddenly... falling apart.

Your closest friend had warned you that this deception might make you miserable, but you didn't want to take his advice. You just didn't want to listen.

Offline

You'd been offline for a week now, not posting on twitter or Twitch. Jungkook had been messaging you but you only told him that something happened to your roommate so you couldn't really talk or be on your phone much.

It turned out that the individual who had tweeted that negative thing about you was just some random person who made up stories to get attention and was well-known for lying about everything. Even yet, you felt terrible for abandoning Jungkook in that manner after he had planned a lovely evening for the two of you.

When you woke up today Hobi brought you flowers.

"Thank you," you mutter as you take in the large floral arrangement, feeling joy for the first time all week. You hear Hobi say, "Don't that me, thank Jungkook," and your eyes widen. "By the way, he's in the living room, and he can tell something is wrong since you're a terrible liar."

"Although I'm not saying you should tell him the truth at this particular moment, that's essentially what I'm advocating." He tells you before leaving your room.

When you enter the living room and murmur, "Hey," Jungkook quickly gets up and hugs you. A squeak leaves your lips at the unexpected move before giving the embrace back. You mutter "I'm sorry" against his chest. "I'm alright, but I-"

"You don't have to tell me what happened, okay? I just want to know that you're doing okay," he cuts you off. You sort of regret not having the courage to tell him what's wrong again. "I saw you weren't live all week, I was kinda looking forward to seeing what the hype about your streaming is all about." You joke, trying to clear the air. Jungkook chuckles, leading you to the couch and sitting down with you. "i sort of, couldn't really concentrate on what I was doing," he admits, his hand playing with yours as you sit in silence for a second. "All I could think about was you"

"At first I thought I did something wrong by showing you who I really was, for lying to you"

Ah, there it was again, this guilt feeling in your gut. How could he be so perfect and trust you with such a thing, but you couldn't even tell him anything that was going on in your life cause it would blow your little lie.

"Why would I be mad" you laugh, slouching back into the sofa and smiling at him lazily. "God I like you so much all I wanna do is kiss you and shower you in presents all day" Jungkook copies your action and looks at you, his big boba eyes looking into yours. "Is there anything I can do to help you with whatever is going on in your life?" He asks again, taking your hand into his and kissing it softly. You could melt on the spot by his sweetness.

"I think it's something I have to go through by myself" you admit, placing you hand against his cheeks and just looking into his eyes. "I like you a lot too by the way" you whisper, your face inching closer to his.

Closer and closer until your noses were touching and your eyes closed.

"Anybody up for lunch?" You and Jungkook were interrupted when Hobi yelled, purposefully interfering.

Before saying anything, you give Hobi a filthy look in the rear and decide, "Jungkook and I are going to go into my room and eat later." You grab Jungkook by the hand and drag him behind you into your room, Jungkook following you like a teen in love.

Us

Thank God, with Jungkook, everything had returned to normal. He continued to drop by your place of employment and extend invitations to dates. Just this past weekend, he took you to a park and set up some food and beverages for you. You knew he picked one farther away so no one would recognize him and, more importantly, no one would see him with a girl. It would spark much too much drama in the media, something Jungkook detested.

You relished each of his numerous tiny acts of affection. Like right now, when he made popcorn for the two of you since you don't like chips.

One of his favorite movies was Iron Man, which you decided to watch today. "I feel like I haven't seen this in decades." Once he moved to the bed next to you, you murmur into his neck. He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close, declaring with pride, "I watch it at least once every few months."

In appreciation for almost everything he had done for you up to this point, you gifted Jungkook a vintage Carhart shirt, which he was wearing right now. "Really?" You pretend to be shocked as you playfully tease him. You wriggle even closer to him as a result of him pinching your side in response. You two never did manage to watch the film, for some reason you just spoke, however. With the two of you, things have always come to that. You constantly seemed unable to stop relating details of your lives to one another,

"I streamed with this huge streamer once, I think he's only a few places behind me on most followed person" Jungkook starts. A few? I'm only one behind you dumbass. You chuckle to yourself but listen. "Really? What's his name?"

"His name is Borahae7; I bet you don't know him. He's decent at a number of games," Jungkook says with a shrug, "I even lost to him a few times too many." As he laughs, Jungkook gives you a cute glance from besides you. "But he hasn't been online much lately, I suppose he is taking a break," he only notes, moving on to the next subject so effortlessly.

"Im sure he has his reasons," you just note quietly. It is accurate to say that you haven't been on live much lately—just once or twice a week. It was genuinely missed, yet it still seemed off in some way.

"...and that's why I decided never to play minecraft again, I mean those creatures are wild" When Jungkook speaks, he pulls you out of your reverie and tightens his arm around you to make you look at him. "Yeah, when I was a teenager, I only ever played it a few times." While not entirely truthful, you agree with him.

As he leaned closer to you once more, his eyes were starring at your lips. "Is it okay for us to kiss now, or is it just too random?" You laugh in response to his question. "You may kiss me Jungkook," you giggle and then his lips were on yours, savoring how softly they touched one another.

By this time, you had kissed several times, but nothing more than casual groping occasionally resulted from it. However, tonight would be different.

His eyes initially fell on your covered boobs as you parted away from him to remove your shirt with his hands below. He snickers, reaching out to grope on with his large palm, "They're so cute." getting you to whine at him. You tell him, "I'm sensitive," before kissing his neck once again and putting your hands on his crotch while gesturing for him to take off his joggers. He groans, "Fuck wait," and gets to his feet to pull them off more effectively.

Once he's back on the bed with you still in your underwear, he says, "Is this okay with you?" "Yes," you nod as you grip the hem of your shorts and pull them down to join him beneath the blankets. You breathe against his ear, "Want you so much."

Before joining your mouth in an ardent kiss, Jungkook's hands caressed your body, stroking and squeezing everywhere he could. However, the passionate kiss was short-lived as Jungkook moved down to your clothed pussy and kissed your panty chastely before removing it completely. "Does this feel ok?" Before ruining you with his lips, he checks to see that you're as comfortable as possible. You moan "Fuck yeah."

Before you knew it, Jungkook's tongue was circling your clit and making out with it once more. Both the noises and the visual were sexy, maybe even nasty. "Oh my goodness," you scream as you grasp his hair and attempt to remove him due to your clit being too sensitive. "I don't want to cum yet," You sit up to say, before forcing him to lay down once more. "Who would have thought you'd be the kind to dominate in bed?" Jungkook chuckles before taking a grip of your ass, squeezing it, and then smacking it as hard as he could, making you scream even more.

Your hands effortlessly locate his hard cock, giving him a couple pumps before spitting on it and licking the tip. "You're such a tease," his hands entwined with yours as he urges for you to take more of him. Your mouth widened for him as your hands fondled his balls. He slowly led you to a lovely rhythm of up and down motions while moaning, "That's it, take it all baby." His abs flex as he yells "Fuck babe," his hips sinking farther into your mouth with each minute that passes.

Panting into your mouth, your lips reuniting for the one hundredth time today as he says, "Let me fuck you." You merely nod at him as you are positioned on his lap and gazing into his eyes. You strike him with the word "condom," trying to keep him hard by pumping his cock. He only nods while rummaging through his drawer to find the modest package.

"Put it on for me." He handed you the condom after teasingly cracking open the plastic wrap.

Before placing the condom on his cock and giving him a couple gentle pumps, you giggle and wiggle your ass.

As you sink down next to him, he murmurs in a dreamlike voice, "Pussy so good." Every time he kisses your neck you to giggle. He wants you to stay this way forever hearing your moans. Your clit is grinding against his lower abdomen as you grind your hips more quickly, moaning with delight as your climax soon follows.

Your small pussy is stretched wide open by his cock's nestling deep inside of you.

In an effort to come closer to his release, Jungkook's hand advances and grips your tits. You squeal with pleasure as his thumb tickles your pebbled nub.

You teasingly flick at his nipple in return, making Jungkook laugh beneath you.

A single giggle escapes past your lips. But it quickly fades when Jungkook's finger rubs circles on your clit. "Oh!" Your brows knit. Grabbing his had away from your sensitive area. "I can't" you warn him.

Your legs are opened wider by Jungkook, and his thrusts get stronger. At this moment, it seems as though he is attempting to fit his entire dick inside of you. As he fights to hold on, Jungkook's brow begins to perspire. He eventually groans loudly inside of you, "oh shit fuck," as he lets go.

.

"What's the reason behind your smile?" as you walk into your house after sleeping over at Jungkooks, Hoseok asks a simple toast with jam and cheese on his plate as he ate breakfast. Leaning against the counter to watch him, you say with a smile, "Just.. nothing."

Hobi looks at you while turning around and grinning as well crossing his arms. "Tell meee."

You laughed in response to his false whining, "Me and Jungkook are dating now," you shrug, but you couldn't help but smile even wider. "Oh my gosh that's great," Hobi exclaims as his eyes widen in awe. He yells, fully ignoring his food as he approaches you. "Tell me everything; tell me how he reacted when you told him the complete truth; he responded positively right?, as you appear to be doing, then he must have been supportive. He wouldn't be angry, I told you."

You stop him with, "Wait I-" Your brows wrinkle as you gaze at Hoseok in silence and admit, "I didn't tell him yet."

"what do you mean? the whole purpose of being in a relationship is that there shouldn't be any secrets between you two" He whines annoyed.

"I'll tell him, I swear, but for the time being I just need some space to enjoy my relationship without destroying it."

"you're not going to ruin it, Y/n. You will ruin it if you tell him too late,"

Oops

7butterfly donated $4: I'm so glad you're back to your regular schedule.

"I have to admit that I had to take care of certain family matters. nothing very serious. But now I'm back and I'm better than ever" Just to get back into the streaming flow, you chuckle as you play some Cypher. Going back to your gaming origins, you'd truly needed and missed this.

The chat was more lively than ever, and even several notable streamers, including Jungkook, complimented you on returning to streaming on twitter.

Everything was pleasant and back to normal, and you now even had a boyfriend.

"Let's play one more game before calling it a day, okay?" As you hit "play," you talk into the microphone, and then have your character begin to run around the map.

"That was a very close call, lets end with this. I appreciate you all and hope to see you all tomorrow."

You go offline with a single click of a button.

Your brows wrinkle as a message pops up on discord just as you were about to stand up. You take a sip of your water, put your headphones back on, and then re-adjust your seat before clicking on Discord.

Kook97; I'm glad you're back, I was thinking we could stream together again sometime

You; absolutely, have you been practicing like I told you?

You grin to yourself as you type out the message.

Kook97; not as much as i wanted to, been busy with my girlfriend, you know how they get ;)

You; haha sure

You cringe as you write out the message.

Jungkook began to type for a little period before stopping once more. You question whether it was an accident. However, you decide to leave it as that and close Discord when suddenly, you unintentionally click the wrong bottom, calling Jungkook.

"Shit shit shi-," As you and Jungkook come face to face, you scramble to click 'end call' but it's too late; it seems as though your world has just been smashed. again.

Lies

"Y/n?" After a brief moment of stillness, Jungkook lets out a sigh.

You open your lips, but nothing comes out as you just gaze at your computer. You glance down and click the "end call" button while having tears well up in your eyes.

"Kook I-"

Jungkook laughs, "Fuck," but it wasn't a nice laugh at all; it rather was a "fuck this shit" laugh. "Damn, and here I was thinking it was terrible that I didn't immediately tell you what I did for a living"

"Jungkook listen-," you start, hoping he will at least give you a moment of his time to explain. But as fast as he picked up the call, he disconnected you.

You were left with no choice but to spend the remainder of the evening at your computer, staring blankly at your screen until you finally fell asleep with tears flowing down your cheeks. That morning, your phone's alarm woke you up early for work, you never missed a day of work, regardless of how unwell you were or how depressed you were at the time. So you got up, went through your morning routine, and then headed out the door to the bus stop. You were too worn out to make the customary 15-minute stroll to the convenience shop.

As anticipated, Jungkook did not enter the store this morning to purchase a bag of salty chips or another sweet energy drink. However, you were secretly relieved since it meant you could avoid confronting him about what occurred the day before.

Hobi went out yesterday night with some of his friends and texted you to say that he would stay at their house that night, so he wasn't aware of what was happening until you ultimately had to inform him and then you'd get the lecture of a lifetime.

life was shit.

Around ten minutes into your break, when you check Twitter, Kook97 announced that the stream for today has been cancelled. You groan. The only people who understood the reason why were you and him.

Opening the next app you tap on His and Your Chat to read the most recent messages.

Kook🐰: when are you free again?

You: I literally just left your place

Kook🐰: I know but I already miss you

Kook🐰: is that weird?

You: no I miss you too :(

Kook🐰: can I come over tomorrow?

You: ill make dinner for us <3

Your lips purse in sorrow as you sigh. You've never experienced such heartbreak in your life. Even a fight with Hobi doesn't seem to have affected you this much, in your opinion. You make the decision right then to send him a message. Given how recent the events of last night were, it might not have been the best idea.

You: can we please talk about what happened

You: I really meant to tell you Kook

Read

You: I'm sorry

Around noon on that day, when you got home, Hoseok was already there, cleaning his room, and music playing.

You needed some bravery to knock on his door, but as soon as you did, your best friend welcomes you warmly. "You told him, didn't you? thats good."

"How do you know?" You let your emotions run wild as you sniff into his neck. "he didnt react well. did he?"

You begin, sitting down on his bed, "God it's so ridiculous."

"Last night, I had just completed streaming when he texted me, or rather, he texted Borahae over on Discord." As you go, Hoseok simply nods in agreement. "Damn, but I have no idea how to use discord so I mistakenly called him,."

"He saw my face before I could cancel the call."

"It's safe to say that he wasn't amused," Hobi wraps it up for you. "No," you shake your head.

He sighs, "I'm sorry to tell that, but I told you so," yet afterwards gives you a hug. "Okay, I'll go make you a brownie and some hot chocolate. Lets watch your fave, Mean Girls."

Even though Hoseok tends to be rather straightforward most of the time, he is aware of when you need comfort and knows just how to provide it. When you look down at your final last chat with Jungkook and see that he hasn't answered, you choose to get up.

Im sorry

As all Jungkook could think of was you, seconds turned into minutes. Because of you, he even cancelled his stream.

As Jin handed his roommate some food "Here you go" "What's going on? bad day?". he asked.

How could Jungkook possibly convey what had transpired over the last 24 hours? All he could do was nod. It made no sense to him even to think about it, 'Yeah so turns out the man who I've streamed with is also my girlfriend who's been pretending to be a guy for God knows how long.'

When Jin left, Jungkook paused and briefly regarded your chat as he considered whether or not to text you. He was aware that your deception must have a basis.

.

You groan as you continue to look at the blank tweet. How on earth were you going to begin this? You and Hobi decided that it would be best for you to confess after having a lengthy conversation. If people were genuinely that naive as to despise you for being a woman, he'd be there for you.

"Fuck I don't know," You say, tossing the phone on your bed and covering your head in your hands, it went on like this for about an hour before you could really sit down and write what was on your mind.

"As many of you are aware, I have been cancelling, postponing, or simply vanishing on you guys for a few weeks now. And even though I said that it was due of family issues, I lied. The fact is that ever since I started streaming, I have been lying to all of you. I never imagined my channel would blow off the way it did, so I reasoned that it would be okay to pretend to be someone else. I have now lost someone I actually loved as a result of recent events in my life that were all brought on by this small lie. I'm going to quit beating around the bush and just say it. A lot of you are familiar with me as Borahae7, a guy who enjoys gaming and interacting with his fans.

In actuality though, my name is y/n. I'm a 22-year-old girl who, ever since she was a child, has utilized gaming as a means of escaping her troubles. I was aware that it is challenging to stand out as a woman, especially in the gaming industry, and that you may face discrimination for practically anything.

I sincerely hope you can get why I did this and why I waited so long to come clean. If you still want to be a part of my community, I appreciate your understanding and thank you. I have no idea when I'll return. I adore everyone of you dearly."

As soon as you clicked post, you started reading the comments. 99% of them were surprisingly positive and supportive while the other 1% were as expected, 11 year old trolls. What surprised you was seeing Jungkook retweet your post after it only being up for a few minutes. Somehow it gave you faith that he'd forgive you someday.

"Why would we care if you're a girl or a guy"

"Somehow I find it even better that my favorite streamer is a girl"

"As you shoulddd"

"Face cam when???"

Were all comments that made you laugh through your teary emotional eyes. It just somehow felt as if your life was missing something all along-being able to be yourself.

Although you were receiving a lot of encouragement from viewers and other streamers, you weren't sure whether you wanted to start streaming again anytime soon. As a result, you just switched off your phone and left your room, only to be greeted by a beaming Hoseok. He tells you right away, encircling you in a hug and kissing your head, "I read everything you said and also probably read all the comments already."

"You did fantastically, Y/n; your tweet almost made me cry."

"Well I'm just glad I finally told the truth about myself. Somehow I felt like I was also lying to myself for a long time-"

Ding

As you raise an eyebrow at your roommate you stroll to your bed and pick up your phone only to discover a message from Jungkook.

"Well, time for me to go and for you to get your boyfriend back huh?"

Kook🐰: that was beautiful

Kook🐰: what you wrote on twitter, I mean

You: thank you :)

Kook🐰: I'm not gonna lie, I'm still mad that you didn't trust me with it.

Kook🐰: but it's also funny that I met you both, or well, just you actually, at the same time

You: funny to think that I thought the same thing when you gave me your number in the convenience store

Kook🐰: fuck, this really is a good story to tell

You: it is :P

Kook🐰: so, I feel like we need to talk still, how about dinner at mines?

You: I'd like that

Game on

Once more, you were standing in front of your closet, next to Hoseok. You sigh in disappointment and ruffle your hair as you say, "Well, I can't just wear the same outfit as last time." Hobi agrees as he peruses your outfit, "You can't, no."

"Have you ever considered—I dunno—going shopping?"

"Just shut up and help me select something," you huff crossing your arms. "I don't enjoy going shopping, you know that." "Yeah well, but it seems like you need to cause this," he gestures at the closet, "it's a disaster."

"A fashion crime actually."

You sigh, folding your arms, saying, "Just shut up and help me, please."

.

To your surprise, the outfit you ended up choosing wasn't so bad—it was a sweet purple baby doll dress. It wasn't overly dramatic, but it did the job.

As soon as you leave home, you get into Hobis's car. Somehow, you managed to persuade him to drive you since, for the love of God, you cannot drive while wearing heels.

"Don't start whining just yet; you're going to do great. There won't be drama, you two will talk things out and that's it" Before heading to Jungkook's apartment, Hobi assures you while turning on the radio.

"What If all he wants is to be friends?" Your question comes as you look out the window, your fears taking over.

"Then that's okay too Y/n; life is about loving yourself, boyfriends." Your eyes roll as Hobi lectures you. "Well, my life is about boyfriends" When you hear him sigh, you respond laughing.

"Boyfriend's and other off-screen activities," you wiggle your eyebrows earning a hit from your best friend.

He winks, "Were here, go get 'em tiger."

"Never say that again,"

When Jungkook first sees you, he remarks, "You look nice," looking at your outfit and then up at your face. "Purple; perfectly on-brand"

You enter his house while giving him a slight grin. "This old stuff, really?" You make a joke in an effort to steer the conversation in the proper direction. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Although there was another occasion to consider this, Jungkook was dressed in a black shirt and his customary navy blue pants.

"Just to clear up any confusion, I'm okay with you being my biggest Twitch rival," he quips, his delicate lips curving into a smile. You retort, "Wait till I overpass you in a few months."

Everything returned to how it had felt before, as if his whole 'I'm a boy but really a girl' thing had truly taken place.

Hugging you from behind, your cheek is kissed chastely by Jungkook. "I made pasta."

"I assume you did everything yourself?"

"How'd you know?" He asks you completely confused.

You smile back at him as he turns his attention to the utter disaster that was the kitchen. You giggle, "Well, I have my ways."

"I ran out of time to clean up, Jin's going to kill me, but it's worth it for you." He flirts, offering you a plate and you hit his chest before joining him at the table.

"This actually doesn't look half as horrible you know." You compliment his cooking,

"Thanks?" He chuckles and starts playing some mellow music while you two converse.

After taking a few bites you sigh "I would totally understand if you were still mad at me, I mean, I could've just told you from the start but I got so nervous when you met the real me and i-"

"Y/n" You're interrupted by Jungkook, who then grabs your hand. "When everything happened, I was pretty upset at you, and to be honest, I'm still a little dazed." He begins. "But now that I know who you are as a person, I can see that you wouldn't have done anything to harm anyone," he starts. "I appreciate that you regret what you did and gave us another opportunity."

"Us?" You mutter while gazing through his boba eyes. He squeezes your hand and says, "If you like to, I'd want to try again."

You couldn't help but nod and smile. "That'd be nice,"

"How about playing some Mario Cart?" After you two finish eating and you assist him in cleaning the kitchen a little, he proposes.

"Sure, winner gets..?" You ask

"A kiss?"

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