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kth | the day after valentine’s (m.)

Words: 4.5k Synopsis: Taehyung, your best friend, had asked you to come over to help him arrange his furniture after moving for the hundredth time. It’s the day after Valentine’s and all the getting laid stuff is over, right? Not for Taehyung. Also, who the hell buys condoms after Valentine’s day? Rating: 18+ Author’s Note: This is a messy drabble that I have no intention cleaning or editing. I wrote this at liek 2am so a lot of typo’s ahead y’all.

When you agreed to come over Taehyung's apartment, you thought he needed help with arranging the stuff that came from his moving van today. But no, your best friend's not the most truthful person you know.

He spreads across his dirty old couch, one he'd kept from his college dorm, wearing nothing but his basketball shorts that holds tight against his waist. Seven years since meeting him, he's done nothing to change his lifestyle. Every month, it's the same old scenario of him moving to another place after getting evicted for God knows how many times, and you watching him play a mobile game while you beg him to please start unpacking before a landlord sends him on his ass again.

"Let me finish this level, I'm so close." He looks for a second to study your reaction, annoyance painted clearly on your face.

You shrug, and your eyes dart over the cigarette pack that almost hides in one of his Goodwill boxes.

"I though you quit?"

Confused, Taehyung follows your eyes and he regrets in an instant bringing you here.

"I haven't had one in two months. I'm stressed lately."

Sighing, you try to understand. Taehyung's been on and off with cigars, he'd buy one in secret but sooner or later, you'd always find a lighter in his laundry when coming over. You advice him to keep his hand busy, and you'd even given him a bracelet that chimes. He removed it three months later and you never asked where he threw it away.

"Fuck," his finger swipes his screen as if he wanted to break it, "I almost got it!" he yelled.

He switches off his phone, now staring back at you. Your eyes fall, he's always intimidating. You couldn't blame him, you were always intimidated.

"What?" you croaked.

"What do you mean what? What's your plan?"

"My plan? Why do I have to make the plans?" Your fingers find the hem of your thin baby blue shirt.

"Because you're the smarter one. How do I arrange all my shit? You got any idea?"

"Taehyung, we've been doing this for ages. How come you still depend on me? There will come a day that I won't be here anymore and the only person you could depend on is yourself." Was it seeing the cigarettes that raised your voice, or remembering that he threw your handmade bracelet? You couldn't care less.

He was quiet. Then he opens his mouth, and he's quiet again.

"You sound like my mom," he says, meaning to tease you as if he hadn't used that for the hundredth time. "Was your date last night that bad? I told you you should come with Hoseok and I on Valentine's, we had an amazing night at Jungkook's crib."

There he goes again, ignorant of your troubles. Classic selfish Tae, the exact same one who stood you up on homecoming because he spent it having sex with Tilly Janes in his car. You're still upset about it, he didn't even think of going inside to give you at least a minute to dance with somebody on the dance floor.

"Mind telling me what happened? Did you get laid?"

"Do you ever think of maybe you shouldn't ask such inappropriate questions to someone?"

"Fine," almost tired in his tone.

And you spend a few more minutes in silence, guessing each other's thoughts with the way both your gaze lands on the floor. He clears his throat and forgets what he's about to say. You wish you didn't cancel your nail appointment today just to be with your best friend who still, in no surprise, doesn't have a single plan in his life.

Taehyung suggests he buys a stock from the grocery first, and when he says stock he means an awful lot of Oreo cookies and Lays. You agreed with him and he gets dressed, though the soles of your feet still hurt from walking in heels for three hours straight last night. If only you knew that Hyungwon would be bringing you to a walking spree, you wouldn't have worn a formal attire.

Taehyung spends his time choosing between peanut butter and double stuff. You tell him to pick the peanut butter one because you've never seen him finish the double stuff, he always throws the leftovers saying it was too sweet. He ignores your opinion and chooses the double stuff over the peanut butter.

He asks you again whether he should buy milk or pineapple juice instead, and you tell him to pick milk because whoever drinks pineapple is a monster. He nods in affirmation, commenting about how pineapple has a really weird aftertaste. And he brings the milk back to the shelf, putting the pineapple juice in the cart.

"You should dress like that." He points at a mannequin dressed in sportswear.

"You don't tell me what to wear, young man. I don't even jog."

"I'm just saying you'd look hotter." He scans you head to toe and your knees weaken a little.

He takes a route to the meat section, you already know why. He just wants to brag about being a vegan. Jungkook had convinced him last month to finally turn vegan, and he's been talking about it non-stop.

"I can't stand the smell of meat anymore, it's disgusting." He pinches his nose, wrinkles forming on his face.

"Okay, Mr. Vegan. We get it." You rolled your eyes.

"No, really. It's making me vomit," he says, nasally.

"Just make sure that once I cook chicken alfredo, your mouth wouldn't water."

Upon reaching the counter, Taehyung approaches the magazines and candy bars, leaving you in line.

What does he need this time?

And when you're up next in line, he comes back with a tight fist, hiding an item as he crosses his arms.

He thought he was sleek, but when he throws the condoms next to the Oreos, you couldn't help but laugh.

"You're buying condoms after Valentine's Day?" You throw your hand to your mouth, suppressing an uncontrollable laughter. "Did you run out last night or you're only getting laid today?" you added.

"Do you ever think of maybe you shouldn't ask such inappropriate questions to someone?"

You sighed. "But seriously, I know you wanna answer that question."

In the mood, you poke at his waist and he flinches like a worm. Taehyung was cocky, but he can be cute sometimes in ways he doesn't intend to.

"I ran out last night. Lucky you who don't need to buy another one since none of your dates ever pass your standards."

You couldn't point it out in what he said that made your heart throb, it felt a little offensive. Taehyung knows so much about you, it can get scary when he opens his mouth. What's he thinking right now? Cute little y/n, no one's ever good enough for her fragile heart. Cute little y/n, always finds a mistake in every part.

"That's not true, you know? I just don't settle that easily."

The corners of his lips lift, eyes rolling in disbelief. He was skinning you alive with that gaze, annoyed. He has a sarcastic smile sprawled all over his face, you just wanna punch it away.

On the way home, you thought about what he said for a second... For a while. You thought about it for a while. Was Taehyung right? Was his perception of you correct? Whatever it was, it did hurt. All you ever did for Taehyung was to be a good friend, and he gave nothing in return. You weren't expecting anything, but deep inside you knew Taehyung loves you just as much as you love him. But like every other person, insecurity gets in the way in relationships.

Maybe Taehyung doesn't even treat you as a friend.

No, you argued inside your head.

Sure, you've seen him in his most vulnerable moments. You've seen him break and you've seen him fall, you've seen him lose the inner parts of his soul. You've seen Taehyung happy, and you will always remember that specific laugh he lets out whenever he pretends something is funny. You know that he blinks when he curses because his body rejects it. He told you about his broken dream of becoming an astrologist, and you daydreamed together about the stars and the way they collide like magical dusts.

Maybe Taehyung doesn't know you like you know him.

Before the thought gets answered, Taehyung was already groaning as he puts the bags down to his counter. You had forgotten you arrived.

"We should start with your room. I'll place your clothes in your closet and you go arrange your miscellaneous."

He doesn't nod. Why won't he nod?  God, please, Taehyung, just agree with me once.

He remains standing with both his hands on either sides of his waist and he does nothing else. Still standing feet away from you, just knitted brows and a stern expression that you couldn't read. What is it this time?

"How was it?" His arms cross on the buff his chest, waiting for a response as he tries to read your reaction the same way you're reading where he's coming from.

"How was what?"

"The sex, y/n. Was it so bad you're in a bad mood today?" A laugh pauses in his throat, replaced by a rise of the corner of his lips.

It was a tug, or maybe a push, in your stomach that made your minds do wonders of spins. Such an unpredictable person Taehyung is.

There was nothing to deliberate inside your mind, nothing happened last night. Hyungwon went home without a kiss on his lips, and you're limbs gave out due to the amount of walking.

"There's no sex. We didn't have sex."

"Let me guess, he insulted your outfit? If not, he probably split the check." His index finger extends, eyes wrinkling to get out any more ideas from his dirty little head.

"Can you just- Ugh! What's with you and your insults?"

"How was that an insult? I was guessing which of what he did didn't pass your golden standard."

"If I had a better standard, maybe you wouldn't be my friend." Ouch. It wasn't directed to you but sometimes you just want to dissolve after saying something.

"I'm your friend because you have a high standard." He wasn't offended, not a single bit from what you have said. Was Taehyung that oblivious of how miserable he is? "If we weren't friends, I'm pretty sure I could get inside your pants."

You hoped he regret what he said, just as much as you wanted to dissipate earlier.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung. But my 'golden standard' would never, and I can't stress this enough, let you get in my pants, in an alternate universe where we aren't friends."

"Lies. Lies. Lies. I could easily get you swooning for me in just a matter of seconds, y/n. Stop, and I can't stress this enough, lying."

"Sure, Taehyung. Whatever you want me to fucking say." You turned your back on him to get a grip of yourself. You grunt, you shudder, and you sighed.

Cocky. Bastard. You could join those words together and it would still perfectly describe Taehyung. Perhaps you have a list of two words that could go either independently or together they'd still describe Taehyung well.

Arrogant. Pervert. Overconfident. Asshole. Striking. Idiot. Son. Of. A. Bitch. I. Just. Want. To. Punch. Him.

He places a grip on your arm to spin you to him. "I want you to say it," with a guttural voice coming from the pits of somewhere within his diaphragm, it's crazy how smooth it escaped from his lips.

"Saywhat?" as opposed to yours that escaped with so much tremble and crisp, thinner than air.

"Consent," he began. "I'm pretty sure I can reach your standard."

It was probably a bad idea. And a bad idea is followed by a spontaneous drive to try it, that's how it's done in movies. You'd probably regret it, right? But you'd regret it more if you don't get a chance to prove Taehyung wrong.

Fine. He needs a wake up call. He needs to wake up from that delusion he'd built inside his towering cocky arrogant head, no pun intended, that he's not every girl's cup of tea.

"You know what? Sure. What do you want me to do? Ride you? Then give you a blowjob after not finding the clit-"

He pulls you, hand reaching your lower back to push his groin toward your front. You were far behind than he was, Taehyung was already hard and eager. His lips were hot, warm around the tip of your tongue that vividly tastes the mint and smoke he had had earlier this morning. It was evident in the sloppiness of his kiss, swiftness of his wandering hands, and blazing fire underneath the lust of his eyes, Taehyung isn't exactly as what you have thought him to be.

The men you've slept with before, they were a floating fish in the sea. But Taehyung brings you sea deep into the weakness of your knees, the floor may have shaken 'cause you find yourself falling on his body and he catches you just perfectly, bodies molding with each other on the floor. Taehyung grips your thigh, to the north his hand traveled, his thumb harshly caressing your slit.

The position made it hard for him to move, he was struggling to reach every part of your body as he would have wanted so he pushed your body, and you look him in the eyes with question, both hands resting on his chest as he continues to play with your clit. He earns a sly grunt from you and he'd do anything to hear it again.

Then he was standing, carrying your body to the nearest stool he could find, desperate and quick. With one sharp thrust to lock you in position, he inhales the moan that went from your lips to his throat. Then he stops. He stopped.

"Moaning already, are we?" He lifts his brow, a crease forming on his forehead.

"Can you just get to it?"

He laughs. "That's not exactly how I always do it. I like to take my time."

You punch his shoulder, a questioning look taking over his features. Embarrassment flows through you. "This was a mistake."

He kisses you again, eating whatever insult was about to come out of your mouth. He wants to whisper it, that thing he have always wanted to tell you, in between kisses. Because now that he's got you under his touch, his tongue is burning just to say it. To distract himself, he digs into your waist deeper, sinking those three little words under your skin hoping you'd realize it.

You pull away, pushing him away from you. "Something wrong?" His nails have left their mark before you could figure out.

"No, no. Nothing's wrong."

There is though. You're not a stranger to not know the look on Taehyung's face. You recognize this one, it happened before. The trembling lips and crimson cheeks. They bring you back the day after prom, the day after Tilly Janes took his innocence.

"What happened last night?" you asked him, arms crossed against your chest.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come-"

"You came Tae. You came hard, didn't you? I can't believe you convinced me to go to prom just so you can leave me in there alone."

"I didn't want to. Listen, okay, I realized something last night."

"I don't need your apology, Taehyung. I don't need it. Jimin took me home last night."

"What? Why?"

"Why? Because some asshole left me without a ride. That's why!"

"I was looking for you last-"

"Shut it. He asked me on a date. So thank God, I'm at least in a good mood today to not flame on you."

"He asked you on a date? Are you going?"

Trembling lips and crimson cheeks. He gulped so hard you heard it.

"I am. Hey, are you okay?"

"I just can't believe someone would even ask you out. I'll be going, forget I came."

It's the same face, the same gulp. You put your hand on his cheek, like what a mom would do to an injured child, and he holds it so you won't ever let go of his face.

"We can stop. I know. This was a bad idea. We shouldn't have done it."

He shakes his head, his other hand creeping behind you. He latches his lips onto yours again, pulling your shirt up to reveal your stomach. The kiss was different, a touch of hunger for affection. A slow open one, mostly the breaths clashing in a soft whisper.

"I want you, y/n. I want you," he whispered to your mouth. You push him to the couch, straddling him and he groans in satisfaction. He pulls you closer, enough for his chin to land on your chest and he looks up in pure admiration of you.

There was more behind the words he said, but with the heat pooling in between your thighs, you couldn't care less as of now. It's something you'll resolve after. He tucks a strand of your hair as he makes thrusts underneath you, the thick cotton of his sweats didn't do anything to conceal his cock aching for you.

You remove his shirt, not being able to take your eyes away from his body. Sweet and honey under your gaze, he tenses them and you couldn't help but laugh at this. Kissing every inch of his exposed skin, you kneel as your knees approach the floor, not breaking eye contact with Taehyung while untying his sweats. His hand fails to fall steady on your arm and his Adam's apple bob in anticipation.

There's warmth that spreads across your stomach, different from the one in between you thighs. It's like electricity that continuously ignites a fire inside you when you notice his excitement, eager to have your mouth around him. A sign of reciprocation that he wants this just as much as you do no matter how hard you try to deny it, a catching fire of the thought that maybe he looks at you the way you look at him throughout all these years. Even now that you're not looking in his eyes, the continuous ignition of sparks inside you still teases.

You reach for his length, softly wrapping it in your hand and his breath quickens along with your heartbeat. Studying every detail, even the cold tones of the veins that spreads like tree roots. In usual occasions, giving head never takes your time. You suck it and finish it, no more and no less, nothing special really. But it's Taehyung, and his difference from others makes you uncomfortable in a way it shouldn't be possible. Trying to forget these unnecessary emotions, your thumb circles the head of his cock and he couldn't help but make his lip bleed, the agony of it keeping him awake to not fall into your dreamy touch.

His shorts reaches the floor and you made it quick to to kiss the base of his glistening length. Your index finger making lines on his thigh while the other keeps his cock steady as your lips move upward. You've never imagined how he would taste, but you were always sure he tastes exactly like he tastes now. Bittersweet. He throbs at the heat of your breath, thighs almost jumping when your fingers find his balls. He emits a groan that strengthens the force you're putting in your thighs to keep your core intact.

Down you go, the head of his cock deepening in your throat just like his grunts, getting lower and lower until he thrusts upwards making you gag and he releases a high-pitched whimper of your name. Tears blur your vision and a moan sends minimal vibration to his cock.

"I don't think... y/n, fuck, I'm not gonna last long," he confessed, and you finally look up to see him without removing him from your mouth.

You tongue swirling still and he has gone rabid trying to control himself, clenching your hair as he lets himself go maniac against your throat. He stares at you with mad eyes, his mouth failing in keeping him quiet. Only his groans, his throat-fucking, and your whimpers that you can no longer suppress. You're a little scared maybe he'll get too confident and tease you on your gagging, calling himself so big he made you cry.

He pulls your hair and he tries to get a hold of himself, catching his breath to gain stability. Before you can wipe the corners of your lips, he was standing up and taking your shirt off. He frames his chin with his index finger and his thumb, making you grow conscious of your own body. He had no reason to be looking so long, he'd seen you in a two piece more than one occasion. And he's going behind you, putting a finger at the waist of your shorts, bringing it down slowly until it lands by itself. He wraps your hair in a pony as the other grips your ass, a throaty growl escaping from his body.

He rotates you to the other side, an empty blank wall where you can see the fool you made of yourself. The argument ends here. The argument has ended since he had kissed you like no one had kissed you. You shouldn't have underestimated Taehyung, because he's now biting your shoulder as he slowly descends you to the wall. He hums, this close he can hear the tiny whimpers you try to keep to yourself, your fragile voice that can break once you open your mouth to say something. He can hear them all and he's aware of the power he has over you.

A hand holds both of yours behind your back, and once he has successfully taken your white underwear off, he's positioning the fat head of his cock right in your entrance.

"Make it easier for the both of us and just say it, y/n," he commands, his breath echoing in your ear sending voltage in your spine. He bites your ear and he whispers again, "Baby, please."

"What?"

Taehyung laughs at your adorable cluelessness. He doesn't answer. The next thing you hear was the expansion of his breaths, getting heavier and heavier it's almost a hum as he slides himself inside you.

"Taehyung," you say in a falsetto, "god, Tae, fuck!"

"Hmm, fucking tight. You're so fucking tight, y/n. Your pussy's taking my cock so fucking well," his knees bend to enter you deeply, this sharp thrust hitting a spot in you you never knew you'd feel, "maybe now you'd let me fuck you often, huh? You're gonna take my cock anytime you want, I'll fuck your brains out, ruin you and your cunt."

You respond with a soft murmur of you're not entirely sure what, because Taehyung was already fucking your brains out and you had no other thoughts but the feeling of his cock that slips in out of you so easily. He'd hit that one spot and you're going to release yet another cry and he'd enjoy every note of it. You're a mess with strands of your hair sticking to your face as the sweat trickle down your temples.

"Tell me what you want, y/n. Want it fast, baby?" He speeds up his thrusts, your ah's getting louder as he almost sends you to your high. "Or you want to cherish every inch of my cock?" He slows down which brings you wailing, whimpering his name over and over until you're no longer sure if it's even coming out right. His free hand lands on your ass and you gasp as if inhaling after suffocation. "Answer me," he speeds up his pace again, "answer me, y/n."

But you couldn't, there's nothing in your body that you trust right now especially your voice. He growls, unsatisfied with your silence which leads him to pulling your hair and pushing your back to the wall. You're almost embarrassed to see his eyes once more in the state you're in, overpowered by the despair of wanting nothing but to have Taehyung take you to your climax. Your eyes are begging for him, hell there were tears coming from them as he enters you again.

He cries out, "I want to fuck you all day long, would you let me do that?" He continues to carry you upward the wall and your weight would go down whenever he pulls himself from you. You nod and as he sees this, his head moves back to watch your body crumble before him, giving him no more than satisfaction. "Look at you desperate for my cock, such a fucking whore for me, aren't ya?"

In every "hm" he makes, he enters you harder and rougher, makes you want to stay silent. You bite your lip, feeling yourself come to a close. Your thighs pulling together like magnets, wrapping his waist while it shakes and he doesn't take one second to land your body on the couch, watching your orgasm hit you with spasms traveling your whole body. Taehyung wraps his cock in his hand, moving toward your mouth as he jerks himself off to his own orgasm. You take the spurts of his fluid landing on your tongue, his waist twitching while he groans for each drop of cum.

He sighs, falling onto the couch where your legs are still apart. He smiles at your nakedness, not giving a second thought as his middle finger enters you once more. Your body  sits straight, only to land on the sofa's arm. "You're so fucking pretty," he commented, his body hovering over yours again. He kisses you.

"I can't handle," you say before Taehyung cuts you off with another kiss, and another, and another, his finger in and out of you which as the minute grows only turns from pain into pleasure again.

"You're going to," he whispers and he kisses you again, until you're crying his name and he just studies the way you react to his slender finger. "So pretty, so, so," he curves his finger resulting to your second orgasm, "pretty." He makes sure you see his savoring your juices in his mouth, and once he was done lapping up his finger he puts them inside your lips, tasting nothing but his saliva.

"Do you get it now, y/n?" He unclasps your bra, and from then on he ignores your eyes. "This is why I run out of condoms."

BOOBOO STEWART © Raen Badua for Vulkan Magazine

jimin x best of me (cr. c_a_leaf)

in the soop taehyung making me feel some type of way 🥵

THIS IS SO FUNNY ICANT

Hello, I’m Diana and I write what I think is a waste of my Google Docs space.

I’m a 20 year old Psychology student who ironically want to become Annalise Keating. I have an INTP type personality, but I love to receive hugs. I am also a Scorpio born on the 9th of November (just like the Colleen Hoover book, yes!). English isn't my first language so excuse my grammar and wrong use of idioms at times. I don’t have hazel eyes as shown in the gif lmao, I have dark poopy eyes and I look like an Asian Tim Burton character which would be absurd because he only casts white people. Some of my favorite TV shows that built a lot of my imaginative process are The Walking Dead, RuPaul’s Drag Race, Stranger Things, How to Get Away with Murder, Brooklyn99, and Sherlock. My favorite movies that I solely base my personality on are every Drew Barry movie ever, Bridget Jones’s Diary, Back to the Future, La La Land, and Blue Valentine. I’m a Rosa and Jake simp.

I am also a big Marvel and DC fan and I like to make comics and art in my spare time. I listen to alternative and 80′s rock because my father has greatly influenced my music taste as a child. BTS, Red Velvet, and F(x) are my favorite K-pop groups. I aspire to be everything in the future, and I write what I think I can never achieve like superheroes and Jimin topping me. 

I hope you enjoyed getting to know me. xxo

kth | wolfgirl (m.)

Words: 10k  Genre: twlight!au, it’s new moon but taetae as jacob, ur bella but you have a personality :o, oh also smut and a little angst Warnings: no protection and no fcks given, language ig?, descriptive seggs lol, vampires and all that bs if that triggers sum of yall, oral (f receiving), tae is younger than u and kind of a sub (dom tae is overdone we need change in this country) i cant think no more no thots hed mt Rating: 18+ Song: Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth Summary:  During your stay at your Aunt's house in the wet town of Forks, you never thought the boys next door will change your perspective in how you see the world.

The weather in Washington was something you’re not used to. You can never go places without getting mud on your shoes and it takes more than your patience to clean them every time before going out. Sure, it was great to experience a different weather other than the blazing sun in Los Angeles, but it was hard to adjust. You weren’t ready for it with all the sleeveless and loose tops you brought from Los Angeles.

After months of debating with your mom, you decided it would be a great way to spend your summer vacation turning your camera focus into something more dark and cloudy. Your professor had also suggested that it would look good in your portfolio if you try different moods in photos other than the hot weather in Angeles. So, you thought about it for months before asking your mom to buy you tickets to see your Aunt Sylvia who you're currently living with for the meantime.

She was in her mid-thirties, but she looked younger than her real age. She knew how to groom and with the way she looks, she probably had that life during her high school days. You rarely see her though, you can remember all the conversations you both had. She leaves home early for her duty at the police station as an attending desk officer. Her place wasn't big, an average suburban house painted in cold tones of white and gray with dark furniture inside. It's not your typical definition of cozy. Good thing you brought your two sweaters — one with a Christmas tree embroidered on it and one with the phrase "'tis the season!" Wearing a sweater in Los Angeles only means one thing, and that is the season of giving. But who cares, it's not like anyone was going to notice, right?

About to finish the second cup of black tea, an idea pops into your mind about what Sylvia had said about the landscapes nearby the house. However, she had warned you about the risks of a few wild coyote appearances, but one could call you a junkie. There’s no fun in danger, but dangerous does rhyme with adventurous.

A cool whip of breeze enters the thin fabric of your sweater, immediately regretting stepping out of the doorstep after locking the door. As you are approaching the back of the house to enter the woods, young laughters echo through the area, lessening your fear for a bit. It must be safe if a group of teenagers are hanging out in such a secluded forest.

Unbothered by the noises, whether they were from teenagers or not, you make your way further into the woods of coppery branches on the endless verdant ground with subtle eau de nils. It’s like walking into a surreal three-dimensional render of a forest, too perfect to be right in front of your eyes.

It was quiet and serene in the woods. Aside from birds chirping, it felt like out of this world. It was an alien planet. Everything was green — the moss surrounding the place, every tree had some sort of fungi beneath it, the soil dark brown as if staring right into the earth’s eyes. The very healthy kind of earthy, and it was easier to breathe in the forest than it was in the city of Los Angeles. No wonder why they're both on the opposite sides of the country. They're literally poles apart. Being at Forks, it's as if you were able to be in a different country. It was secluded, unlike in Angeles, there are people in every place you go.

While changing the film of the camera, a strong gust of wind on your left side. So strong that your body stumbled onto the ground. You were on your knees, camera shattered as it hits a hard medium-sized rock. You break a couple of curses to the wind.

The camera looked hopeless with lenses separated from it, lying in pieces against a rock.

"What the hell was that?" 

There had to be some kind of a fast animal that ran from your side, which quickens your pulse, but the devastation you felt for the camera overthrew that fear. When you caught a glimpse of the 'wind,' it was human-like. It ran around in every direction surrounding you,  freezing you into place. The only thing you were able to do was to keep watching the human-like creature run in circles like lightning. You tried standing up, but it approached you in a rapid current that you fell into place again. But you couldn't see it, you weren't able to look into its eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone,” behind you says.

You whimper, embarrassed when the deep voice sends hums into your nerves.. 

"Why didn't you run?" He looks at you with knitted brows as he approaches to help you get on your feet. He’s far too attractive to be a wild coyote, you slap that stupid thought away.

"I... I didn't know what to do,” you force out, still affected by the broken camera and creeping fear.

He was around four inches taller than you. He looked about your age. Dark thick hair, with light brown irides inside his almond-shaped eyes. His skin was of a rich walnut tan, and his dark green hoodie complements that. 

"You must be Sylvia's niece. I'm Taehyung,” he said in a sultry manner as he offered a hand for a handshake.

"How do you kno-"

"She told us. My family's close with Sylvia. Our mothers used to be best friends, y/n." He puts his hand back in the pocket of his hoodie.

A tinge of embarrassment brushes through your cheeks, feeling guilty that you didn't give him a handshake. But all of that is ignored when he smiles.

"Did I creep you out?"

You chuckle softly. "No, of course not. I'm just still in the moment... of processing." You ease him, as if you were able to read the tension in his undecipherable eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence before Taehyung spoke again when he noticed your camera on the ground.

"Hey, we have a technician at home, maybe he has some tools he could help you with."

He was absolutely gorgeous. You find yourself lost in his face, studying his features and every little action he does. He would look so good as a muse. If only you could capture him right now, he'd be perfect under the clouds that create shadows that contour his cheeks and makes his eyes even more mysterious.

"Don't worry, you can trust me. Sylvia knows where I live,” he adds. 

Though that doesn't really solve the problem, you find yourself walking with Taehyung in the woods, drifting away from the devastation and fear from earlier. 

The laughters were from them. The laughs you heard earlier before entering the woods were from Taehyung's friends. They confirmed that they were walking around the woods earlier and that they passed by your house. All looking friendly with similar doe eyes, almost like they were relatives. They were all in a circle, all of them sitting on a chunk of thick logs, dressed in a similar way. The men were younger than you, but there is a girl who's older than you. She didn't seem as friendly as the others as you notice the judging glances towards your way. She had shoulder length of hair and she was just as tan as Taehyung. Taehyung discussed each of them one by one to you, all of them introducing themselves in an endearing manner except for her. Only saying her name was Leah and that was it, which made you feel an ounce of intimidation.

"So, y/n, how long do you plan to stay?" Embry, the one with the shortest hair, asks as he plays with the two twigs he'd been digging up dirt with the moment you arrived. His color was a tad bit darker than the others. He had a grin that could steal every girl's heart. He was gorgeous. They were all just as gorgeous as Taehyung.

"Oh, one month. I have a college application to fix back home,” you answered surely. You were only here to take photos for your college portfolio, and making friends was out of the picture until today.

"Sucks for Tae, I had a feeling you could be more than a willing candidate to be his girlfriend." Everybody laughed except for you and Tae who exchanged awkward glances at each other.

"Stop it, Bry." Taehyung wanted to laugh along but embarrassment got the best of him.

"She looks so out of place. You probably party a lot in Los Angeles, don't you?" Leah gives you a stern look, seriously waiting for your response. She only wants to get a reaction from you and you weren’t the only one to get the feeling as the group feels the rising tension between the both of you.

"No, I don't go to parties. Mom is very strict." You tell her. You didn't want the group to feel that you were intimidated, after all, you wanted to befriend everyone.

"She'd be perfect for our overnight tomorrow then." She prickly grins.

"Right! Want to join us in La Push? It's the nearest beach out here. We'll have bonfires and such," Seth, the youngest one with the tiniest body (still bigger than yours), expresses in excitement. Out of all of them, Seth was the friendliest. 

"I'll go talk to Sylvia for you, if you want." Taehyung raises his brows. He had been laughing quietly ever since he had brought you to meet his friends - which seems like he regrets, additionally. He was more mysterious than you thought. He didn't share much of his life during the discussion, only three things: his last name was Kim, he’s 20 years old, and he lives at the rez along with the rest of the team.

"Sure. I'll just bring my other camera." You smiled.

Taehyung said that he'll get Chase, a friend of his who wasn’t part of the circle, to fix the broken film camera. He assured that it will only be a matter of three days before the camera is all yours again. After a few more useless fun discussions, you had forgotten that the sun had settled for a while. When Taehyung realizes your face of worry, he offers to give you a ride home. Great, a ride with the wild coyote who had immediately earned your trust by rising a brow. You wouldn’t be so shocked if you end up ‘missing’ in the news in the next hours.

He owned a Chevy pick up truck. It was red, but faded, making it seem vermillion in color. It had a few dents and you were sure that it wasn't one of the smoothest rides you've ever had. But Taehyung made a few jokes about how he feels uneasy with the truck as well, only to reveal that it has been with him ever since his birth.

"It's great. Very retro." You gave him a smile to let him know that he doesn't need to feel embarrassed with his truck.

"Shut up, Y/N. I know it sucks, okay. I can't even play a single song here without a static." He laughs and you admit it.

He gave a charming wave to your window and had a small chat with Sylvia, who’s been home for hours, before leaving, probably about the La Push trip for tomorrow. Once you've changed into your pyjamas, Sylvia knocks on your door as you are about to settle in bed.

"Tae told me about the La Push camping tomorrow,” she began.

"Are you gonna let me?"

She smiles in an assuring way. You can't deny how lovely she looked with her hair down, her waves framing her heart-shaped face. "Of course, honey. You better wake up early tomorrow. Tae told me that he'll pick you up by seven." She winks and rubs your shoulder before heading downstairs.

A beach trip in a cloudy town without bringing any hoodies with you? Sounds about perfect, if you’re looking for a hypothermia attack. And you were never a morning person either so it’s a big mystery why you even agreed to go in the first place. The waking time in Los Angeles was ten in the morning. In Forks, it was seven. 

When Taehyung arrived, he was wearing a black shirt and a black leather jacket, pairing it with slightly oversized pants. He looked bigger than yesterday, maybe it was the jacket that made him look buff. He waved softly before you even stepped out of the doorway. He was carrying a medium-sized paper bag with small wet stains.

"My sister made us breakfast. Just in case you didn't have enough time to prepare," he opens the car door for you and waved to Sylvia goodbye, "thought you'd take more time because you probably wake up late in the city."

“I’m somehow a little offended with that assumption,” you cooed and he replied with a stammering laugh, unsure whether to take it as a joke or not.

He fumbled with the stereo and it played better than yesterday, giving you a sloppy smile as the first chords of Creep by Radiohead plays.

"You fixed it?" You take a bite from the sandwich his sister prepared. You thank God his sister prepared it for you, your stomach would be growling by now.

"Yeah. I just didn't want us to have that awkward silence along the way." He breathily laughs.

Everything Taehyung has is beautiful. He had an amazing laugh, a deep sultry voice, and doe eyes. He's simply astonishing. You were sure that everyone he has met so far had fallen in love with him. You weren't one to deny that either.

It took around fifteen songs before the both of you arrived at the beach — thanks to Taehyung's amazing playlist. It was quiet, the weather didn't change much in the place. Still cold and dark, untouched by a glimpse of sunrise. It was windier than the rest of Forks, and you wore your Christmas sweater to at least help with the cold a bit.

It was weird to say, but Taehyung radiated heat whenever you were near him. It's like when you're not around Taehyung, you feel the coldness of Forks. His truck didn't even feel cold though his air conditioning was on, you just felt a sense of unfamiliar comfortable heat you found yourself curling in your seat minutes ago. The group welcomed the both of you except for Leah of course. Sooner or later, you knew you'd start to hate her.

"You guys are early,” you tell Embry and Paul as they greet you with warm hugs.

"Of course, we are. It's La Push, baby." Embry gives you a wink and you blush.

"Okay, Bry, I haven't had my breakfast and you're already winking." Paul fake puked and the rest of the group laughs.

They started setting up tents as Taehyung offered to take your bag when he noticed how it's weighing you down. Before he could put it in the tent, you took your digital camera and started roaming around by yourself to take pictures of the view. Astounding as you had expected. It's like you were in the middle of nowhere. Only Taehyung's friends were at the beach which was a lucky shot for you and the group.

"Set up the fire, Tae! We're having breakfast." Leah yells across the place as she places the logs in the middle of the circle the tents are built in.

Taehyung sighs loudly. "Get ready for the Quileute Tribe stories." 

"You seem tired of it, you joked.

While Taehyung builds a fire with the rest of the boys, you secretly take pictures of him busy as the both of you keep talking.

"It's always the story every camping day. The Quileute Legends, you know? The scary stuff." 

You knit your brows when the word ‘scary’ comes into play, bringing your camera down to take a better look at the almost sweaty Taehyung.

"Scary stuff? How scary? Thrill me." You weren't aware as to how much Taehyung also studies your features. He wanted to know you better, but he was afraid of scaring you away by asking too many questions. It had always been his issue, scaring people away from him. And this time, he didn't want to let you in like the others, he just wanted to be acquaintances. But the more he spends time with you, the more he wants to be near you as if there were magnets pulling you together.

"I don't know what would thrill you, y/n. But the world is darker than you think, it's not always safe." He gives you a look. It was impossible. You were five feet away from him, but you could almost see your reflection in his eyes. It was too comforting. You were devoured by his eyes, falling steadily into his charms.

"I know. It's just as scary in L.A., I mean," you gulped, "crime is everywhere. Can't really stop it." You explained.

"It's not always crime that's scary, y/n. I'm talking unexplainable things." He smirks.

"Like paranormal?" You gaze away from him, starting to take pictures of the beach. But no matter how hard you try to distract yourself from Taehyung, your eyes keep falling on him.

"More than paranormal. Ghosts are easier to believe in."

You inhaled sharply. "I mean those are just legends, right? What's with the obsession in the Qui-Quileute Tribe?" You struggled pronouncing the word.

"It's not me. It's a tradition." There was a moment of silence before you could think of what to say again.

"Delete my pictures by the way." He scoffed.

"I thought you didn't notice."

"I was posing." 

You laugh at his joke, still certain you're never deleting any of his pictures, most definitely the one when he accidentally looked at the camera.

"You look sort of beautiful in the camera." Your lids flutter like a high school girl. “Not just in the camera, I mean… haha.”

He stares at you in confusion, and somehow you always find yourself frozen and embarrassed whenever he looks at you. "Sort of beautiful? You're more naive than I thought." He removes his jacket and throws it on the log nearby, revealing his buff body. You look away in discomfort, you didn't want to find yourself checking him out. "I'm not what you think I am. And I don't think you want to know."

"Maybe I do." You point the camera towards him and take a shot of his reaction. You wink.

The clouds hovering above the clamorous sea tell that there's probably rain coming, but it seems like the group wasn't bothered by it at all. You were sitting next to Taehyung two feet away from you on the logs nearby the fire that Seth had given up trying to help making after a couple of failed attempts. His heat never failed to linger around you though.

Sam was discussing the Quileute Legends and the group was very fascinated with the story, even though Taehyung had confirmed earlier that they've already heard the story too many times from their own families. Sam was good. He had a way in telling stories. You find yourself actually believing the legends. Werewolves and vampires? Shapeshifters and Children of the Moon? You weren't one to believe in such fantasies. You liked to watch historical movies more than fairytales, but with the way Sam elaborated every part of the legend, you can't deny the shiver that you felt when he discussed the cold ones.

Fast like lightning. Beautiful and alluring. Undead without a soul.

You thought it was ridiculous for Sam to even give out a warning about the cold ones. You were suppressing your laugh a little bit, and you were sure Leah already had her eyes on you. Why would Sam give out a warning about the cold ones? It's not like they were actually real. He also mentioned a treaty. And he sounded pretty serious about it too, even Taehyung was carefully listening. All of their eyes were on Sam, except for Leah.

Sam talked about a specific family of the cold ones, that they proposed a treaty. These cold ones are not allowed to hurt anybody from Forks, or else the mentioned werewolves are allowed to pose a fight with them. He talked about it like it was a plan.

It was afternoon and the clouds were still as thick as it was in the morning, but rays of sunlight shone through the gaps between the dark clouds. It looked ethereal, an aesthetic you'd only see in paintings. You thought those paintings are only manifestations of amplified emotions of the painter, but here you are, smiling to your camera as you take hundreds of shots.

"Save some memory for the other landscapes," Taehyung says beside you, throwing pebbles to the water, each bouncing impressively for three times.

"I know, I just can't get enough of this. You don't see that in L.A." You pointed your index finger towards the horizon of the sea.

"Yeah, but at least you can swim in LA. It's too cold out here to even go for a swim,” he emphasized.

"Not when you're around. It's weird, but I feel like you have a fever. You're too hot."

He raises his brows . "I know I'm hot," he chuckles.

"I didn't mean it like that,” you protest, though you know for a fact, Taehyung right. If he were to live in L.A., he'd be escorted many times by a modeling agency.

"So, I'm not hot?" You knew he was teasing and your embarrassment was obvious enough because of the blood rushing through your cheeks.

"You're attractive. I'm sure you know that." You roll your eyes, trying to keep everything casual — which is getting harder and harder every time he's around.

"No, I don't,” he teased. He was obviously getting pay back on you for taking candid shots of him earlier.

Your eyes landed on Sam and Emily play-fighting in the sea, just the sight of them being happy made you feel a bit of a heartache. You were a sucker for romance. The boys told you earlier that they were engaged for three months now. Leah was Sam's ex-girlfriend and Emily was Leah's ex-best friend. Finally putting the pieces together why Leah was one of the hardest to be with. She was extremely hurt and broken. She would rather shut the world out rather than let anybody in. She would rather be alone, than find anyone again who could possibly hurt her.

"Look," you poked Taehyung who was too busy throwing pebbles, "Sam and Emily are swimming. We should too!"

Though you were shivering, you bravely took off the mustard jacket that Taehyung had let you borrow. You were left with your thin brown tank top and denim shorts. He's still in his black shirt, unbothered to even take it off nor his jeans.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You tell him as you walk towards the sea.

This was a bad idea. It felt like ice was draping all over your body. How can Emily look like she's having fun when you're over here freezing just by stepping into the water? Half of your body was shivering from the wind, the lower half was for sure numb. You wanted to slap Taehyung for taking so long to get in with you, and you weren't even sure why you were so desperate for him to get in with you. It's not like he had a heater with him.

It took Taehyung a few more seconds before he started taking his shirt off, revealing his caramel skin, but it wasn't his color that caught your eyes, it was how built he is. His body looks like it was sculpted by the most talented and precise sculptor. It was defined, and shadows are doing magic in giving it silhouettes in the right areas. The best part about it was how shy he was taking off his clothes, like a teenager getting ready for his first swimming lesson.

He was for sure planning to swim today, revealing the gray trunks he’s wearing underneath his jeans. He needs a bigger one that fits him better, because the trunks he's wearing isn't doing him any justice.

Okay, no. Maybe it was justified by a subtle outline of his —

Don't even look down there, y/n, you tell yourself.

You didn't know where to focus. His thighs were just as eye-catching as his abs. Just as toned and thick. It would be such a material for thigh riding, you thought and you quickly shake your head at the idea. It has to be the waters that did this to you. Time has never been more relevant when he was walking towards your way, as he scoops water with his hands to wet his hair, while biting his bottom lip and giving you a small smile after.

"Freezing?" He smiles, eyes pierced on your small body. You were hugging yourself, embracing yourself from the fact that if you let go of your hands, you might touch something else.

"You were taking so long." 

He chuckles before holding your arm, taking it off your body. "Come on, dip your whole body." He pulls you softly towards the ocean, the sound of walking through water comforting your ears.

He was a foot away from you, the water level was on his chest and so was yours, but slightly higher. He looked even more godly. His hair pushed back, and to see his face in its entirety was a blessing, a gift.

None of you dared to talk, and you thought it was better that way. You just get to stare at him, as the sunlight lands itself upon his bronze eyes with specks of gold if you would close enough, majestic indeed to see something like that once in your life. You'd wish to wake up to that every morning.

There was this comfortable silence between the two of you. Drops of water fall under his eyelashes, fluttering them as he struggles to stare back at you. The moment was ruined when he suddenly smiled and looked towards Embry and Paul. Embry was sitting next to Paul, staring at the both of you while laughing. You shrug, feeling invaded.

"Why? What is it?" you asked Taehyung.

"They're thinking ridiculously."

 You furrow your forehead. "How do you know?" He tightens his hold around your arm as he keeps you steady near him, aware of you struggling to touch the floor.

"I just know," he softly plants circles on your arm with his thumb, "trust me."

"Maybe we shouldn't stand too close to each other then. I think they're making a big deal out of it." You didn't want to come off feisty, but you guessed it went that way for Taehyung as he moved away from you without letting you go.

"No, they're not. They're just teasing." When he said that, it was like he only said it to get near you, to assure you that it was okay to be close to him like that.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"Not so much anymore." You muttered. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Taehyung, but your voice isn't very trustworthy at the moment. You know it will betray you the moment you open your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts? Why did you want to swim?" His voice was soft, calming as the ocean.

"I wanted to test how warm you can make me, even in freezing water."

He laughs breathily. "Seriously?"

You nod. He wanted to tell you a lot about himself, but like you, he was just as scared. Skinny dipping wasn't really your thing, especially in cold water, so after a few more moments of swimming and small talks with Taehyung, you let yourself dry by sitting next to the tent, keeping yourself busy by viewing all the pictures you took.

It was four in the afternoon, and the sun looked like it was already setting. Time was almost irrelevant at Forks, you wake up and the next thing you know, you're already getting ready for bed. Even though today was quite eventful, the clock still ticked quickly.

Feeling dry enough, you walked to the other side of the beach, Embry had mentioned that there was a cliff nearby along the woods. Though Taehyung was busy drying himself and laughing with the others, he glanced your way as you were heading towards the woods. You lifted your camera so he knew what your motive was, and he flashed a sly smile.

Trees. Cliffs. Birds.

The place could be a haven for the National Geographic Channel.

"I thought the pack wouldn't ever leave you alone like this." A deep voice spoke behind you, his english accent was thick and strong. You were sure that if you turn around, he’ll be ten feet away from you. You regret blinking your eyes, because the next thing you knew, he was right in front of you. His expression with so much thirst, so much hunger. For what?

You only inhaled sharply, first thing coming into your mind, confusion overpowering your nerves. You examined the man before you quickly. Olive skin, dark ruby eyes. His skin was inhumanly shiny, he almost looked dead, but in a mesmerizing type of way. He had dark purple circles, but his eyes were beautiful enough to distract you from it. He mirrored a cement under sunlight, he had fragments of diamonds and glitters on his skin. It wasn't your brain consuming you but his visual, his aura.

"Didn't bring your dog with you?" You weren't sure what he meant. He takes a step forward to lean into your ear, and your feet beg to stay, your eyes staring deeply in his beauty. You were too engaged, everything about him had you in place.

"You smell different from the others. Are you aware of that?" His breath touched your skin and there the exact opposite of heat seeping in your skin. “La tua cantante. I can hear your blood flowing through your veins. I can hear your heart. It's beautiful." He sniffs your neck as he hisses.

He wasn't human, and this time you were sure. He had danger lingering in his eyes, but it dressed so captivatingly beautiful, you found yourself lost.

"It won't hurt, I promise. It will be just a tiny bite, you won't even feel it."

There were words coming out of your mouth, you swore that. But nothing, your mouth still and close. It's sort of like he had power upon you, controlling and manipulating your body to be a mannequin. 

"Shh, don't fight it. You won't win over me." His teeth were grazing on your neck, seeking for a soft spot. You were unsure of his nature, what could he be?

An alien from this alien planet? An experiment gone wrong that escaped from a lab, perhaps? Maybe a demon, or an angel. A greek god of some kind?

They were all terrifying.

At the corner of your eye appeared a shirtless Taehyung, but he didn't look like himself. He was red, smoke flaring around his body. His chest expanded by time, and when you felt a small sensation of sharpness on your neck, Taehyung jumped towards the man.

No, it can't be.

This isn't Taehyung. Taehyung was gone. Maybe you were imagining things, but you felt all of them happening in front of you. As the man got distracted, your senses came back, falling on your side from losing balance. You pushed yourself away from the two monsters, as you would describe it. This wolf was huge, enormous. Any man who would try to fight it will easily lose. It stands almost seven foot, three bears wide.

Without trying, the creature had already decapitated the man. You weren't sure how to feel — safe or worried — but you were sure that you are mortified, and your face clearly expresses that.

You were only moving away from this huge thing in front of you, maybe that'll help you escape. But you don't even know if you wanted to escape. A part of you believes that Taehyung is inside that wolf, maybe eaten alive, or a spirit. 

So much for the wild coyotes, thanks for the heads up Sylvia.

Your eyes met his. Dark bronze eyes with specks of gold if you look close enough. You could almost see yourself in them, they were that kind. His eyes had a message for you, to approach him, to pet him, that it was okay and he will never hurt you. Before your hand could land on his lowered head, Sam and the others came running to help you, obviously seeing the wolf, but not even being bothered like you were.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Sam helps you stand on your feet.

Sam and the wolf had some kind of connection. Sam stared at it and the wolf left.

"So, wolves are normal here?" you spoke with a weak voice.

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking of how he can explain what just happened. You know that he knows something, and he was struggling to tell it.

"Where's Taehyung?" You scan their faces with no sign of Taehyung.

Holy shit! The wolf ate him! you thought. All you want to see right now is Taehyung. To prove himself. He can't be that wolf. The wolf must have eaten him. It is far too impossible for Quileute Legends to be real.

"We should get going before the other cold ones get here." Sam assists you to get back in the tents, completely ignoring your state of bewilderment.

Maybe it's a Forks thing to be mysterious and quiet. It irks you so much that none of them are even acknowledging what happened. This would be a great story for your mom.

Hey, Mom. Just wanted to call to tell you about how great my day was. So Taehyung, right? Aunt's neighbor, really hot guy I'd totally fuck, got eaten by a werewolf. But that's not too crazy, an incredibly beautiful medieval British man held me hostage, telling me he wanted to suck my blood. What a Forks thing! And everybody saw this huge tall wolf, I'm talking as big as a shelf kind of wolf, but they all acted like it was some puppy leaving the scene. Anyways, Mom, I'm traumatized. Going home in a week.

There is no way you can paraphrase that. No way you can make everything happening right now to sound normal at least one bit. This must be normal in Forks, but this is some Hollywood work in LA already. Things like these don't happen unless there was a shoot next door.

"Hey, you okay?" Leah approaches you. Her concern is seemingly genuine.

"I'm alive, guess I am okay. Where's Taehyung?" You don't bother to look at anyone at all, you drive your attention to the waves landing on the beach, hoping you could synchronize your breathing with them.

"Taehyung's fine. You don't have to worry about him."

"I saw him there. He was... he was red! Like he was burning! And... and there was smoke. Then I blinked, then there's a wolf. I swear it ate him!" Leah looked at you with wide eyes, but her lips were shaking trying to hide a smile.

"You're not taking me seriously! That wolf killed that guy! I don't know. He sounded British!" Leah bit her lip. "That was horrifying. I saw its head removed, there was no blood! What was that?" Leah inhaled sharply before looking at you with assurance.

"Can you calm down? The wolf you saw, don't you think it was described like the one in the legends?" Leah almost shouted, yet still controlling her laugh.

"Shapeshifters? Those are legends, Leah! The wolf ate Taehyung!" 

She chuckled. "No, they are real," she protested.

"The British man there was a cold one, a literal vampire. Taehyung didn't kill him, he was already dead."

No.

"Shut up, Leah. I know you hate me, but this is no time for jokes." 

She laughs harder. "You're right about me not liking you, but I'm not joking. That dark brown werewolf is Taehyung. One and only Taehyung. 20 year-old Taehyung who lives at the rez. That Taehyung."

'The world is darker than you think. It's not always safe.'

Taehyung had already given you clues from the start. But a word from Leah wouldn't be enough to stop your mind from going everywhere. You needed to hear this from Taehyung.

It was twilight already and the group had decided to spend the night in their cabin, instead of the beach. Sam explained that it was for your safety which until now he hasn't elaborated yet. Emily offered newly baked muffins, but it was too late before you could grab one when all the boys devoured around them. You gave Emily a smile.

"You can have the next batch." She shied away.

Emily looks like an average girl next door. She had fringes and medium length hair, they were very flat. Her skin was like the others, tan and healthy-looking. One thing you haven't examined deeply about her were her eyes. Embry had told you once that staring at Emily would bother Sam, and when you first saw her, you knew immediately why. She had a scar on one of her eyes, they looked painful. It looks like a cat scratch, only if that cat was a lion. It covered half of her face, but that didn't stop her from being lovely. She was still pretty in every way.

Taehyung arrives at the cabin, looking at everybody except you, his body resting on the door frame. He was heavy-breathing like he just finished a race. Sam came after him, giving him a small pat then walking towards Emily. Taehyung's eyes remain on the floor. His actions were complicated. You haven't figured him out yet.

"Y/N, Tae, maybe you can talk outside alone." Sam smirks at Taehyung, and Taehyung smiles back.

'This is no time to be smiling!'

Taehyung finally looks at you before leaving the door and you follow. But he still hasn't talked. And your rage is piling up inside you, you finally take a step forward.

"Care to explain what the hell happened there? I thought you were swallowed by that — that thing!" He gulps, stopping his tracks and turning around to see your face.

"I was scared," you muttered.

He totally understood why you were scared. Because he was just as scared and confused as you when he first discovered who he was, and just like you, he chose to deny it in every way he can, and he hoped that denial can make a change.

"You're not supposed to know about this. I didn't want to put you in this position — of knowing what truly there is." His eyes are sad, like he was a missing child.

The same day Taehyung figured out what he was, his eyes looked exactly the same; with fear, agony, and deprecation.

"So, you're a werewolf?" You felt his pupils dilate.

He looked at you in disbelief as if he hadn't given enough clues yet.

"Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Monster. Dog. Whatever you call it, it wasn’t my choice." His voice was weak, almost ashamed of what he had just said.

"And you kill —"

"Vampires." He finishes your sentence before you could assume. "Just vampires. The cold ones? Those that violate the treaty? They’re real." And so the legends were correct and real, and the evidence stands right in front of you, breathing and staring at you.

But no matter what angle you look at him, he wasn't a monster. He is not what he is described in the fairytales. He wasn't a merciless creature, not even harmful. He was just this young boy who lived near you.

"I get that you're afraid of me. Trust me, so am I."

"I'm not scared of you. If it weren't for you I would be bloodless by now." You bit your lip. "But I'm still a little overwhelmed." You gulped.

He had no words, but he was relieved. And you knew that when his eyes twinkled, the kind he gave you when you were jamming to the songs he had in his truck.

"If it's okay for you, I'm inviting you and Sylvia to my birthday tomorrow. It's just a small gathering."

"Will there be drinks?" you kid.

"Sam doesn't really want me taking any drinks for the meantime." He chuckles.

"Why not?"

"He said that I can't be on alcohol during my first six months of phasing. Why? Do you drink?" he innocently asks.

"Was just teasing." You playfully pushed him before proceeding to walk back in the cabin.

Before you even knew it, Taehyung was irrevocably infatuated with you. He wouldn't have thought that a college girl would give a small attention to someone younger than her, or even finding out about who he truly is and still staying by his side. He had spent so much time denying who he was, but maybe being a werewolf isn't so bad after all, if phasing is what it takes to protect you or anyone at all.

You were just like what he thought you would be — kindred spirits.

The party isn’t filled with loud chats and crowds, it is a gathering. Taehyung tried his best to always stand by your side to give you ease in enjoying such an unfamiliar place as Sylvia gets indulged in conversations with the others, completely forgetting you. Every minute though, he'd have to leave you alone on the couch but he'd return as soon as he can.

There weren't much talks between you and him either, only a couple of smiles exchanged whenever Embry and Quil do something embarrassing in front of the both of you.

It seemed as if the night was the longest night of your life, only occupied with listening to others’ stories and Taehyung sipping a punch from his red cup. He had asked a few questions to keep things interesting, but it was hard to keep the mood flowing. You had asked about his hobbies and all the boring stuff you could think of, and surprisingly he would reply with enthusiasm like he have always wanted to be asked those questions. This makes you more curious how his daily life goes, how many people does he actually talk to.

When the hand of the clock drops at ten, you were just patiently waiting for Sylvia to get on her feet and cut the conversation with the others but she seemed to have consumed more alcohol than she could tolerate and the next thing you knew she was laughing like a maniac. You were stuck in a loop circle of smiling so thinly to everyone you get eye contact with.

You distract yourself with admiring the intricate designs of Taehyung's small home, and the thought of a young Taehyung growing up in where you're sitting currently makes your heart jolt. It's uplifting seeing his pictures on the wall, but there was a difference between his smile before and his smile now. One can easily tell which was more true. You had no clue what it's like to be his kind, hell even now you still can't believe what he is. But it sure shows in the way he had changed judging from the innocent photos that hang on the wooden walls. You've never known him since then, yet you wanted to restore this angel-being beaming at the sight of a camera who now hates being in photos because he thinks he's some sort of a monster.

You wanted to ask him about the pictures, the one where he was wearing a towel with a headband, the one where he was framing his face. All of them speak some kind of connection with you, maybe it's your love for photography that makes you feel this way, but innocence is one of the hardest thing to lay your lenses on.

Then you finally got it. What your professor was talking about, drawing something intangible to your camera. This is what he meant. Your gallery is only filled with landscapes, mostly the aesthetic of architecture and nature. Taehyung is what you needed to change the mood of your photos, not the weather, not the dark ambience of Forks, but his story. If only there's a chance for you to grasp his mystery in a single picture, his adventurous smile in one flash.

A pang of pain in your forehead pulls you back into reality, and the lights that stood above you only made it worse. You needed to leave immediately before the pain has you grunting. Welcomed with a wrapping breeze, you brace yourself and regret wearing the dress Sylvia begged you to wear. She said it was her favorite when she was your age, a Prussian blue dress that stops before your knees with tulle around the hem and a lighter blue ribbon on the chest.

Of course Taehyung who sits beside you would notice your leaving, and before you can inhale the fresh air from the porch, he was already asking what's wrong.

"I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna have to go home alone since Sylvia's still occupied," you said, pushing on your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

"I can drive you home. I don't think they'd notice that we left, they're all pretty wasted." He chuckles, complementing the high tones of the strong wind that travels past your bodies.

"I'm really sorry. I'm being rude, I mean this is your party... your birthday party and you're going to drive me home."

He places the sippy cup on a coffee table near the entrance, and he was palming his pocket to reach for his keys.

"It's fine, y/n. The party's been dead four hours ago and I can't send you home alone. Do you have the house key or should I go back inside and ask Sylvia for it?"

"She gave me a duplicate. I think it's best we go now. My head's really killing me."

It was unusual, headaches. They rarely come to you since you monitor your phone usage and water intake. You hate getting them because you hated taking meds for it, and you just hoped Sylvia would have a stock of it. Your fingers have been roaming your forehead for a while yet you can't seem to navigate where the pain is, where it's beating. It would be better if you could massage it along the ride but you were struggling to even keep your fingers raised.

Taehyung stops the car in the middle of somewhere as you are hitting your head continuously on the head rest. It was quiet, a deafening silence that rang your ears that brought you to open your eyes. Taehyung wasn't in his seat anymore, only fog filling for his place crawling under your skin.

There was your breathing, crickets, and rustles of trees that travel the air. You weren't sure how to react but one was definite, you were scared. The hand resting on your thigh turning white and wet, breathing faster and heavier as the air seems to be corrupted with toxic poison that does nothing but suffocate you.

Don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car, you chant internally hoping it will help your situation.

"Hello, dear," a slinky voice says through the window, almost similar to the man— vampire from yesterday. Could it be? Could there be more? "Don't make me wait, dear. Open the door and make this easy for the both of us, hm?"

It sounds the exact same as the accent the man had with an alluring tone that draws you to open the door. However, it wasn't just her tempting attempt into convincing you to endanger yourself, the pain in your head inflates as you try to control yourself.

"You want it hard, my dear?" She smirks, you weren't sure but you hear the spread of the corner of her lips.

Then she was in front of the headlights, filled with rage, her eyes dark and dangerous as she showed her predacious teeth. From here, you can feel the vibration of her anger as if she had the ability to let you feel all the harnessed emotions inside her. You can count them one by one: anger, vengeance, and the feeling you get before success. None of them were positive emotions, none of them was mercy. She came here to accomplish one thing.

Your death.

Finally understanding it, inside her browbeating eyes were agony and mourning. She was here to avenge the death of the vampire that Taehyung had killed. She was as beautiful, as seductive with her pale skin and ruby lips, curly strawberry blonde hair that flows until her shoulders.

You discovered that there was a split second of slow agonizing memory of your life before it's taken, and you wished there was none. She runs towards you, careless whether she bashes her head into the glass. She takes your neck, her fingers poking specifically at the sides and right before you can regain your breath your eyes open.

Gasping and catching air, awakening in the seat with Taehyung by your side who drives in silence as Midnight Rambler by The Rolling Stones plays from his rusty stereo.

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

I'm coming down your marble hall

Well, he's pouncing like a proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

He sits there, unaware of the chaos that repeats in your head. It all felt so real, the grasp on your neck that locks your throat, you could've sworn you've given your last breath. The pain had stopped, replaced by dizziness that you knew would pass as minutes go by. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is there something on my face?"

You shake your head. "I didn't know I was staring."

That's right. You didn't know you were staring. There was so much comfort in knowing he never left, the heat of his presence brings you a feeling of security. It's okay now. Taehyung's still here. By your side.

Once reaching home, Taehyung does his best to assist you as though you were ill. It's cute how he acts that way, so careful, so gentle. Upon reaching your room, Taehyung stops before your bedroom door, almost waiting for an invitation.

"I should get going now. I'll tell Sylvia you felt sick." And before he could say good bye, you're already wrapping yourself in the blankets as he passively makes a step away from your door.

"Taehyung," you said, reaching out. "Thank you for today."

He doesn't turn back. "You're welcome. Also, thank you for coming."

A shiver spreads across your back when your lids start to fall, and your body jolts upwards. The beautiful woman from the early nightmare visits your mind again, her face inches from yours close to ripping it apart.

"Taehyung," you whispered, but he heard you within the thin walls of the lonely house. "Can you... stay for a sec? I... I had a nightmare earlier... felt so real. C-can you?"

He walks back, eyes landing everywhere except your body that waits for him on the bed. Is she serious? he thought as you opened the blankets for a space behind you.

"Until you fall asleep?"

You nod. He kicks off his shoes and he positions himself behind you, both of your breaths synchronizing as he lies down softly. You bury your cheek into the pillow when you feel his warmth wrap the room, the security coming back. You turn your head to see him watching you inches away, his hand keeping his head up as he rests his cheek against it. You take his free hand that lies on his right side, pulling it to your stomach requesting for him to scoot closer until his body brushes your back.

You can stay like this, for longer than you can imagine. Just the sounds of your breaths and the hums of his loud thumping heart that makes its way to your upper back, the release of breath from his nostrils that flies over your hair. Peaceful. Safe and sound.

In his embrace, you forget everything: the packing for Los Angeles, the fear of not getting into any university, the supernatural that you had discovered that you still cannot comprehend, the clouding fear that something is coming to get you. In his arm, it's like they never existed. The worries are nothing but disappearing sea foams, a water in heat that evaporates into thin air.

You enclose the hold in Taehyung's hand above your stomach, intertwining them for ease. Falling back into his embrace, he subtly moves away hoping you wouldn't notice. His warmth turning into heat, breathing ragged, hold on you tighter and stronger. Then you feel it, a gentle thrust behind you and he pretends to adjust position. He pulls you closer with the hand on your stomach and you sigh which caused a poking at your butt.

You may not be the smartest person on earth, but it doesn't take a book to know what it was. Taehyung murmurs an apology, his words passing by your neck which sends your stomach into a spiral. You rub your thighs together hoping to dissipate the throbbing in your core, not now.

Not now that Taehyung's beside you. Or maybe it should be now that Taehyung's beside you, you were open for a helping hand. His hand over your head tucks a strand of your hair, the finger brushing on your temple made your aching much harder to ignore. There would be no distraction, no having to worry about who will hear the both of you, for God's sake the house was built in the middle of nowhere, so you thought 'Fuck it.'

You tug his hand to the middle of your chest, to rest them between your breasts as your head turns to face him. He gulps, looking at you intently with lust hovering over his hooded eyes. You lean towards him, your lips reaching his and he pulls away for a second before diving back in. He had pillowy lips, and if it weren't for your hot need at the moment you would let your lips sleep on them for a longer while, but as of right now there are a lot of tensions that need handling.

You leave his hand on your chest while he's still shy to grope one of your breasts. Your hand then wrapping the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, he sighs. That sigh caused the aching to grow, shaking your behind to feel how needy he was and he sighs again. His hand that was on your chest now pushes below the curves of your breasts to pull you closer, to have more friction, to thrust into you.

Until he couldn't take it anymore, he wants you below him as much as you want him on top of you. He hovers above you, his knee swift in spreading your thighs open and he is bucking in a steady pace on your clothed entrance.

"Take me, Taehyung," you breathe the second he leaves your lips.

He takes it slow, burning your insides, as his fingers pull the bow on your chest, untying the effortless knot you had made in the mirror. Too slow to keep up with your throbbing heat, you trail his hand to open the loose front, exposing

your nude bra. His eyes are pinned on yours, and you would make quick glances at his moderate hand you're directing. You unclasp the front of your bra, and when he hears it setting on the bed, he kisses you as if asking if you were really sure. Beneath the feverish endless kiss were words of fear from him, what if he wasn't truly ready.

The last time he had experienced this was long ago, a time before he knew how dangerous he could be. Careless of what his hands could bring, when he hadn't given a single thought for any of his actions. Well, it was one time, only once with the first girl he had ever loved. And the first was always the quickest, but it was unforgettable, he had kept every detail of her daisy fresh skin remembered under his fingertips. The laughs they had shared in between, a significance of the innocence they were about to lose. His head loses in doubts, questions that can only be answered if he risks hurting you tonight.

Then you whisper, "It's okay, you're not going to hurt me." Because in your mind, that was the last thing in his abilities. You smile, "It's okay." Rubbing circles at the back of his trembling hand, his jaw clenches.

Once he had started kissing you again, you parted his lips with your tongue in which he had replied with a tender bite causing you to moan within your throat. This motivates him to grope your breast, aggressing as seconds pass by, pulling a nipple in between his fingers and you arch your back. You rest your feet on his back, synchronizing with the movement of his hips. You admire the way his head moves downward, stopping after every inch of your skin to place a soft kiss until he reaches your breasts to which he places a long stripe lick moving from one bud to another while his eyes remain on yours. He's going to be the death of you.

You pant, trying to reach his hips that came to a halt. His hands pushing the hem of your dress higher, stopping at the middle of your waist. And his evil slow hands, still taking his time, move behind your thighs to pull them away from his back and placing them on his shoulders as he gets comfortable right between them. With gaze pierced on yours, he flats his lips on your clothed slit, tracing the wet spot visible in your white underwear. The thought of you being almost naked underneath the dress ever since earlier brought Taehyung into insanity, he could've fucked you with his fingers on the couch, he could've removed them and left your pussy out in the open as he keeps it in his pocket, he could've done so many things if only he knew earlier how much you'd wanted him just the same.

You look at the empty ceiling, too affected by the darkness in his stare, you were scared you would cum too quickly if you remain watching. He pulls your garment upward to put his bare thumb against your clit, until you couldn't take it and you look down again to see him putting the said thumb in his mouth. Sweeter than the cranberry juice he'd been tolerating to drink, adding that to the list he could've done earlier while your panties were in his pocket; enjoying the sweet fervor of your cunt on his tongue. He plays at your clit, tongue curling to lap up the wetness that increases as his spit mixes in. He knows so well what he's doing, the fragile scoop of his bottom lip from your opening to your clit where he stops.

Everywhere around his lips glistens as the bright light from the hallway outside your room shines upon them. His hands still holding your thighs steady, he slips his tongue inside you which has you shaking and he had to adjust the control in his grip. Once they've settled, he puts his touch above your breasts, flicking both buds in each hand.

You were crumbling under him, desperate for release, grunting in a throaty voice as you tried to keep yourself together. Tears huddle in your eyes, blurring your vision until he stops, now smiling above you while he pulls your underwear away from your body. It doesn't take long for him to get naked and you take time to admire his build. His skin was made of honey, toned and reflective of the warmth he emits. His cock slapping his tummy before he could fully get out of his tight boxers, his tip reaching his button.

He returns to his position between your thighs but this time around he was the one to wrap your legs around his waist. His shaft falls between your slit and he makes subtle movements in burying himself between them.

"I just want to say," he began, "how amazing you are." A gravelly moan of your name escapes his lips as you take matters in your own hand, thumb going over the head of his cock while the rest of your fingers rest wraps his cock.

He thrusts into your hand. His face forming wrinkles, frustration painted across his face. Until he falls on both arms caging your head, bucking for more friction, enjoying the suppleness of your touch. He was groaning, panting, and making a mess of himself to which all echoes from one wall to another. You put a hand on his abdomen to break his movement. He obeys, feeling you part yourself for his cock, torturously slow in entering you.

You pull your hands to your sides, getting a hold of Taehyung's biceps. Opening your lids to watch his pupils dilate as he rams the rest of his length inside your beating entrance.

"Y/n," he groans, brow knotting together when you clench around him. He's going to fall apart, he thought. You wrap him tighter, letting go of yourself in ecstasy, careless whether you melt into the bed or break it, all is well as long as you're looking into his eyes.

He chants your name again and again in a symphony of continuous moaning, and all you could say is how good he sounds. A compilation of ah's and oh's whenever he reaches your spot, his head brushing against it and it felt like nothing but heaven. More, he wants more, if only he could fuck you endlessly he would. The bed hits the wall in coordination of his sharp thrusts, and he's losing himself in you he couldn't care less if he breaks the walls. In sync with the sounds he makes were your gasps and high-pitched whispers of his name that he can see himself in the near future thinking of them and fucking himself alone in his room as he recalls them.

"Tae— oh fuck, Taehyung," you cried out causing his cock to twitch inside you, you call out for more. His name and a couple of curses were the only words you could spew out. Trembling, you feel an explosion of euphoria inside you, letting go of the tight grip around Taehyung's arm.

With one last fluid thrust, he pulls himself out and spills himself on top of your stomach. Both of your breathing slows until they were no longer audible. He rolls to his back beside you waiting to cool down and you take care of yourself by wiping his cum away with the tissue from the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, I made a mess," he says, breaking silence.

You didn't reply, instead you lie on your side to face him and wrap his cock in your warm hand. His cock still hard and wet under your touch, he breathes out a long sigh. "I made a mess of you too."

He chuckles before placing one last kiss on your forehead, and you watch him fall into his dreams. You shut the door, thankful Sylvia didn't come home during the circumstances earlier. You make a note not to leave it open next time.

Next time? Were you actually hoping for a next time? It's not long until you're leaving. Forks is not your home. Your home is on the other side of the country, and everything you grew up with awaits there. Forks is not your home, you tell yourself. The night grows along with your need for sleep, falling onto Taehyung's chest and getting lost in a slumber. You wake to Sylvia opening the door, an indication of her coming home, and you fall asleep again.

The next time you wake up, the sun shining alight from the windows to your eyes, Taehyung was sitting at the end of the bed fully clothed. His head turns slightly, feeling the sense of your waking.

"Y/n, there's not just one who wants to kill you," he says but you couldn't make out a single word, "there's a whole coven of them."

a/n: happy new year! pls dont take the bella comment seriously. also team jacob ftw!!! also appreciate my banner work owo.this is my first descriptive smut like i actually write them having sex idk i hope yall like it tho :* i love y’all! 

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It doesn’t end there

Sometimes I feel bad about my writing and feel like I never changed my style then I go back to my 2015 drafts and I read shit like these:

For real tho JUST SAY TEARS GODDAMAT

Sometimes I feel bad about my writing and feel like I never changed my style then I go back to my 2015 drafts and I read shit like these:

For real tho JUST SAY TEARS GODDAMAT

13 Going on 30 (2004) dir. Gary Winick

— Wound Up (m)

word count: 3.7k 

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut 18+ | roomate au

summary: your roommate is lazy, rude and messy, overall infuriating, but maybe it’s not all anger you harbor towards him. 

warnings: orgasm denial, dirty talk, degrading names, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe, hate fucking, choking

a/n: sorry not sorry. jungkook can be a real angel or the literal devil and lately he’s been the latter

“Jeon fucking Jungkook. Get your ass out here.” You yell. 

The living room is a mess, empty boxes of pizza with half-eaten crust litter the table. A hoodie - most likely Jungkook’s - is thrown over the back of the couch. Cushions are tossed off the couch and onto the floor, a tripping hazard as you move to stand by the couch with a huff.

Jungkook had been your roommate for a little over 4 months now. In the beginning, everything was fine between you two, though there was little interaction. He did what he wanted, and you did the same, not bothering him. It was all and well. That was before he brought a girl into the apartment a month and a half ago.

You knew Jungkook was a player. His cocky attitude and a body that was perfectly sculpted - you’d seen him around the apartment shirtless a couple of times - made it clear. His friends were something like him, which is why you always find yourself in your room when they come over.  You did a pretty good job, you’d admit, of keeping out of his way and away from him.  It just really pissed you off when you could hear Jungkook fucking someone in the room across the hall, especially when you were trying to study.

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PETITION FOR RUPAUL TO DO AN ALL STARS WITH LEGIT ALL STARS IM TALKING ABOUT ALL THE WINNERS AND THE REAL BATTLE OF THE SEASONS HUNTY

If it’s the right choice for you, it’s the right choice for you—don’t let ANYONE tell you differently. At the end of the day, they are your decisions to make and your consequences to live with, whether good, bad, or in-between. If you let yourself be stopped from going after your dreams by fear of failure, fear of disappointing your family, fear of what others might think, you will ALWAYS be left wondering “what if”…and not only will you have you cheated yourself out of the chance to live your fullest, freest life; you actually cheat THE WORLD out of whatever gifts and talents you were put here to share! So, go ahead. You know what you need to do. P.S. And hey, you know that “realistic” life plan? The “safe” college major and “practical” career choice? It’s not even going anywhere. If you come to a point in your life where you feel it’s time to change course or try something different, you’re allowed to do that too. 😘

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Fave JJK Fics

I was asked to post a bunch of my favourite JK fics. I basically just went through my entire blog and opened all my faves in new tabs 😂 There’s quite a few but most are ones I’ve gone back and reread or intend to reread. Not really sure if there’s much of a theme but hell.. I like them a lot!

1. By Its Cover (M) (@gimmesumsuga)

The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.

2. mastur-bait (m.) (@cherrynochu)

you drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. you can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.

2a. Master-bait (prequel)

3. the devil’s change up (m) (@jungblue)

(It’s long but I LOVE this one.)

Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.

4. Learning the Hard Way (@littlemisskookie)

Jungkook’s determined to prove to you he’s not a kid.

5. Can I sleep in your Bed? (@ddaeng-181338 )

You have trouble sleeping so turn to your roommate for some help.

6. Sound (@kooksea)

you’re taking a very interesting course this semester —sound psychology, and jeon jungkook, being the fuckboy he’s always been, has an idea to record you while having sex for the assignment which was given.

7. Cafune (@daffodilon)

TL;DR: talking to Jungkook about your Feelings™ and making out for like 8k words. It’s, like, slowburn without the slow. So I guess that makes it… all… burn…

8. Clarity (@btsfaris)

Blind Artist!Jungkook x Reader.

9. dive: extras. | 1 (m) (@guktwt)

jungkook wants you to use a vibrator on him.

10. Euphoria | jjk (@seokstrivia)

There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’

or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.

11. Room For Dessert (@avveh)

A boring company dinner gets a little bit spicy when you notice the tension between you and your table’s waiter.

12. MAKE IT RIGHT. jjk (m) (@genivslab)

after your horrible relationship with yoongi, you never thought you could fall in love again. enter jungkook, who pretends to be your boyfriend at a weekend stay with your best friend, her boyfriend taehyung and their friends. oh, and yoongi too.

13. a game for two pt.1 (M) (@ryewi)

a game for two pt.2 (M)

a game for two pt.3 (M)  [<< NEWLY ADDED]

Seven days on a school trip to the seaside. Seven days with your best friends, alcohol, freedom and a mischevious Jeon Jungkook who just wouldn’t leave you alone. Sounds fun, right?

14. in the dark (m) (@caramelkth)

“I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

Jungkook and Jimin have a very short attention span, and when you three are lost in the middle of nowhere with a truck that won’t drive, they busy themselves with you.

15. Young (@gukgalore)

Meeting someone due to neighbours fucking too loud

(there wasn’t a summery with this one but that’s how it starts 😉)

16. Sleepover (@lushjin)

Unwanted sleepover with Jungkook takes a surprising turn of events.

17. ITCH | JJK (M) (@ironicarmy )

During a study session, your roomate Jungkook becomes hell-bent on showing you a good time - especially after discovering that you’ve never been touched.

18. Periapt | Jungkook [M] (@jincherie )

You were an exorcist-in-training, and for a final assessment you were tasked with summoning a Lesser Demon, and then binding that lesser demon to you in servitude. It was no biggie– you were a good student, and you knew your stuff. But even you didn’t know what to do when a mistake in ingredients lead you to summon the wrong demon into your very living room. Luckily, as you were quick to find out, incubi are very understanding.

19. feels like summer (m) (@badbhye )

You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?

20. Blizzard (M) (@curly-bangtan )

When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

21. SUGARPLUM ELEGY (M) (@bymoonchild )

You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

22. Or Was It? (@yoongs-yoongi )

Jungkook getting head. Das it. Das the story.

23. tease Prologue (@jungkooksloststar )

tease Pt.1

tease Pt.2

tease Pt.3

tease Pt.4

You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

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24. Of Skin (@btsracket)

A man at the concert shows you he’s made of skin and bones.

25. Room 109 -> jjk (m) (@lavishedinjimin)

Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.

26. A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon (@cutaepatootie)

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

27.  MASK | JEON JUNGKOOK (M) (@onherwings)

Perhaps you signed up for more than you expected when you agreed to pretend you were just Jungkook’s roommate when his (female) childhood friend comes to visit.

28. melomaniac (m) (@jeonscript)

You;re wholeheartedly, madly in love with Jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s your best friend and nothing more. Worst part of it all is that you know that he’s in love with you too.

29. CABIN FEVER | JJK (M) (@jeongi)

trapped in a cabin with your ex-best friend jungkook, you’re forced to overcome the fallout between you two.

30. Piss Off Your Parents (@littlemisskookie)

In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.

31. Frost Impressions (M) | JJK (@fortunexkookie)

Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade.

32. Tinder 2.0 (m) (@tayegi)

Matching with someone for sexy time (there was no description/summery but it’s good!!!)

33. Inkling | JJK (@gguksgalaxy)

Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

34. YOUNG GOD | JJK [M.] (@njssi)

for you, he had always been your brother’s little best friend, adorable little Ggukie, the one kid with big sparkly eyes full of wonder and the prettiest smile. and then he wasn’t all that small and adorable anymore, and he was determined to teach you how you needed to treat him from then on, even when you were supposed to be off-limits.

35. No Strings| (@lushjin)

Jungkook is your douche bag of a lab partner. A grade A fuck boy. The only time you could stand him was in bed.

36. Overprotective | jjk (@jungkookiebus)

Jungkook had been your friend for long enough to know that something was wrong and seeing you spiraling in your current relationship had him on edge. It all comes to a head at a house party when he witnesses the abuse firsthand, throwing him into a blind rage that has him throwing your boyfriend into the front lawn.

37. J’aime (@baepop)

You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.

38. Sour-Mouthed Cherry (@emeraldhoseok)

After a drunken night spent with Jungkook you are determined to avoid him despite the fact that he made you feel better than anyone else ever had. You can only avoid him for so long though when he is a part of your friend group, and Jimin convinces you to come on a group trip to a cabin for a few nights.

39. Rejection (M) (@jjungkookislife)

No summery for this one with but it’s another good one!

40. Love is Blind (@satanssmuts)

Netflix is casting for a new show/experiment to prove that it is possible to fall in love with someone without ever seeing them. Nation’s most successful choreographer and famously eligible bachelor Jeon Jungkook decides to give it a go. What could go wrong? Strangers to lovers au

41. Bourbon Street, Baby (M) (@btsracket)

Jungkook helps you over an ex by taking you over, under and sideways.

42. Peaches || Jeongguk (@bangtansbun)

you’re in your third year of college, a criminology major and music minor, and you’re still harboring (maybe even nurturing) a crush that you’ve had on a classmate since your first year. You’d seen him around campus, even had gen. eds. with him, but this semester he’s in your chorus class. He’s sat next to you in the tenor section and he just won’t stop calling you “peaches”

43. in your eyes | m (@sweetaesuga)

jungkook always sees you like the only girl in the world, and you just see him as a fuckboy. OR jungkook just wants a chance

44.  JACKRABBIT⤑ JJK | M (@jamaisjoons)

on a university-wide easter egg hunt, jungkook decides to educate you on just how wrong you are about him.

45. May 31 (@jeonjeonggukenergy)

on the last day of your senior year living together, you’re still fighting your feelings for your roommate jungkook. before you can fully move out and move on, he makes a pretty significant scheduling error. #and there was only one bed

46. Quarantine (@bts-bay-bee)

you spend quarantine with your brother’s bandmate, how could things go wrong?

47. work it out (m.) (@choiwrites)

You never would have thought that you’d be working with the college dropout who was coincidentally your bestfriend’s ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Saying his name already burns your tongue, you wonder how long you can hold your professionalism around him.

48. waking up in vegas - jjk | m (@ppersonna)

you know what they say. what happens in vegas, stays in vegas.  but, what happens when you accidentally marry your brother’s best friend?

49. knot today || (M) (@kinktae)

When your first heat approaches and you are left desperate and partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

50. The Speedo (M) | JJK  (@gukslut)

JK has fallen in love. Too bad the object of his affections thinks he’s a fuckboy who gets blowjobs in women’s locker rooms. How did Jungkook convince his future wife to give him a chance when none of his usual tricks work?

51. THE ART OF WAR MORE (@kpopfanfictrash)

Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team – led by the insufferable Jungkook – kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy – you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly… not?

52. Laundry Fairy (@borathae)

Your hot downstairs neighbour comes over to help you with your laundry because you are too lazy to do it. Your laundry however won’t be the only thing getting shaken up.

53. Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates (@ot7always)

What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

54. Deal (@vinterjeon)

What do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? Well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for Taehyung’s.

55. The Quiet Things (M) (@btsracket)

Sleeping Bag Sex Request

56. Get Even (@egoist-joon)

For as long as you could remember you strongly disliked Jungkook. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t bring yourself to adore him as much as everyone else did and in return he couldn’t bring himself to tolerate your attitude like everyone else did. But, one day you allow your intolerance to take it too far, and Jungkook doesn’t plan on letting you get away with it.

57. apodyopsis . jjk (@joonietiddie)

you and your vampire boyfriend, jungkook, haven’t had sex in a while. well, a rainy day gives you the opportunity to do so.

58. coach personnel | jjk (@zibermuder)

after you take a baseball to the face, the star-pitcher feels he owes you a debt for throwing it.

59. Stranded | JJK | E2L (@gguksgalaxy)

Jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. His entire presence is unwelcome. You don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. It’s annoying — he is annoying. From the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. Oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. Nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

60. Timbs (@rightsockjin)

Jungkook is the best friend anyone could ask for. He’d been there for you through thick and thin, and right now, you were looking extra thick and his patience was thinning…

Ru regretting the All Stars rules 

I just finished this book and oh my fucking G

“And that’s how easy it is for a writer to pretend to be someone they aren’t.”

— Verity

this is so cute aaaAac

Bonus:

“- You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay, it’s for the same two things. - What? - Love and gelato.”

— Love and Gelato, Jenna Evans Welch

jjk | when it rains (m.)

Words: 7.1k Genre: stripper!reader, neighbor!jk, angst, smut Warnings: mention of suicide, dom!jk, dirty talk, overstimulation kinda, fingering, cursing, spanking, a li'l handj0b, jk w/ a prince albert :o, no protection cause they're careless Rating: 18+ Playlist: ♡ 

Summary: Being an exotic dancer was never easy. Every day was the same for you, until you reached that one breaking point you've been avoiding since your miserable life started. On a rainy night, Jungkook and his yellow umbrella were your last call of hope.

Most people would wish for nighttime to be longer, and you're not most people. Nighttime is a nightmare you have to live with every darn day of your life. Daylight was kind of a savior, the sun rising only means the dark is over and you're getting up to become a waitress at Lonepine's Diner near your small apartment.

When the sun settles down, and the moon takes it shift, you're in for a dirty long ride. Hot dark strings of lingerie replace your modest archaic uniform, it doesn't matter how cold the night gets. That's just how every day goes for you, waitress by day and an exotic dancer by night. Sometimes, you would think that your life is a ridiculous fairy tale, like you're a cursed princess and you wish for nothing but a prince to break this stupid spell.

It started during college, when you found out Aviation just wasn't for you. Never had passion for it, never liked it. You were young and confused, easily influenced by people that surround you. Your ex-boyfriend however, loved planes. You had no clue that after following his course in college, the little fucker would cheat on you. Next thing you knew, two years later, you're dropping out with no one by your side. Not a penny in your pocket, just broken promises from Jung Hoseok.

It's been five years since that happened, hell you're confident that you've forgotten every single memory of Jung Hoseok. In those years, you've made a living out of serving irritating customers in Lonepine. Not until you realized the cost of actual living. The minimum wage was enough to keep you under a roof, but starved. You needed more income of course, so you asked for suggestions from Monty, your perverted forty year old boss. He knew a good-looking woman like you would do just great in his best friend's pub. Your bones were already visible before you could reject his offer.

Inside a compact stall, filled with graffiti and lingering smell of old drunk men, your figure sways in front of a thirty year old man. Under the fluorescent lights, he looked almost like Ian Somerhalder, you were lucky to get him tonight. Though his nose was a little crooked, and his eyes have a wider gap. His rough hand skims over your ass and you were quick to slap it, earning a throaty chuckle from him.

"No touching," you warned, emotionlessly making contact with his eyes.

You rub against his clothed crotch, the fly of his ripped blue jeans nudging your clit. He sure knows how to stare at a woman, or maybe he was just drunk and his hooded eyes looked a little dreamy. It's not a rare case you find a customer attractive.

It was his last minute and he's enjoying every second of it, licking his lip as he stares at your tits, desperate to devour them. Then you were already tying back your top, picking up your underwear, and exiting the room, before he could ask for your number or offer paid sex.

You come across Henry, the spoiled son of Monty's best friend who had been managing the pub ever since three months ago. You grew familiar to the twenty year old boy, he was a little something. He greets you with a glass of tequila in his hand, looking sophisticated as always.

"You're lucky tonight, y/n. Table number six just asked for your company. Group of boys, I think they're having a bachelor party." He winks, leaning close to your ear.

You walk past him, directing towards the said table. Distracted by sneaking past the drunk men sitting all over the place, whistling for Claire (the new arrival), you didn't get to examine the faces of the boys before you arrived at their table.

When you do, standing right at the end of the square neon pink table, you recognize a face. A face that brought you back to the past, one you thought you forgot. You stand awkwardly with knees weak, staring at the boy who broke your heart a thousand years ago. Of all possible places you could've met each other again, it's the fucking strip club you work at.

Hoseok was far distracted by your face unlike his friends who were looking at you like wild animals, wanting to rip your pieces of fabric off. He drops his glass on the table, as well as his mouth to the floor.

Taking your eyes off him, you only met Taehyung's, your lost best friend who said he'd be there for you when time gets rough. You remember the time he confessed about knowing Hoseok's affair before you found out about it, breaking you all over again. You're a shattered vase in front of their eyes, fully aware of how humiliating this situation was for you.

Taehyung glances at Hoseok who sits across from him, taking the matters and standing up to approach you who seemed glued to the floor. He clears his throat before giving your arm a hold. You shake his soft hand away, eyes burning as you look at his towering height. Walking out of the pub, Taehyung follows you to a dark alleyway.

"I can't believe I'd see you here, y/n." He scans you from head to toe, ashamed of what he felt like he has done to you. Maybe if he was there, if he wasn't such an asshole, an immature selfish boy, maybe you wouldn't be so different.

"Well, I'm here." Tears prickled your eyes, also stopping your voice to come out smoothly. Your head remains on the ground.

"How have you been? I miss you," his tone ascends, trying to make everything seem normal.

"I've been shit, Tae. Did you get your license?"

His heart skips a beat when he heard the nickname, your voice still as gentle when his favorite nickname comes out of your lips.

"Yeah, I did. We-we're flying to Paris tomorrow actually." He takes a breath. "Hobi's getting married."

Oh, he's getting married. Whoever it was, it still made your stomach flip. All those years of throwing away Hobi— Hoseok's memories has gone to shit, one mention of his name and you're back to your starting point. You guessed it was your tears rolling down to your cheeks, but droplets of water continued and you knew it was raining.

"Here," Taehyung offers his thick jacket, but you refused.

"I'm fine. I've always been fine without your help, Tae. I just hoped we didn't see each other again." You showed a thin smile, leaving Taehyung in despair of trying to reconnect with you.

You rush back toward the club, pushing Henry who was ready to give you shit about leaving with no permission. You just wanted to get out of the hellhole, covering your body with a long coat, then heading towards the exit. You can already hear Henry's blabbering, but you ran to the other side of the street, unsure whether it's the rain dampening your face or your tears.

Shivering, you brace yourself in the dark open street, stopping to get yourself together. You squat on the ground, hugging your knees together as if they'll break if you let go. This was your breaking point, and you had nothing but a coat that covers a little of your skin. When a breaking point approaches, all there's left to do is cry. Except this breaking point has been kept for so many years, and you see no sign of your tears coming to a stop.

You can't do it any longer, pretend like your life is gonna get better. Like there is something else that awaits you at the end of your day, because just now you've come to realize that for five long years of trying to hide from reality, nothing has ever really changed. Dreaming was never your savior, you're sick and tired of pretending that you're not yet at the finish line. This was your finish line, no one is clapping, no one is cheering. Just a line crossed, not exactly as defined in one of those motivational speeches.

You brush your cheeks, tainting them a deep red. With shaky breaths, you tried to calm yourself, ready to head home and finish a part of what's keeping you alive. You've reached the end of the line, except you're no winner. Defeated by your own demons, you realize that the sun rising is a false hope all along.

A shadow hovers behind you, creating a yellow tint against the puddle in front of you. You take a moment before you stand to face the person, Jeon Jungkook with a tender smile greets you. Rolling your eyes, you tuck both of your hands to your pockets, still sniffing.

His smile wasn't really tender, it's like an 'I-feel-bad-for-you' kind of smile. But it was sincere, sincere enough to make you shut your mouth instead of asking him what he wanted from you, a cliché line from your usual encounters with him.

He was a neighbor, an annoying one at that. He lives right above your crappy space, which is unfortunate since he likes to work out a lot, and that includes jogging in place at two in the morning. Aside from being an intolerable neighbor, he also likes to tease you when you get home which also happens to be the time he gets off from work. You've never had an actual conversation with the guy, except for a casual 'fuck off' or a 'fuck you' and the infamous 'what the fuck do you want from me' whenever he knocks on your door for dropping his stress ball on your small balcony.

"Are you coming home?" Jungkook asks with a faint voice, it coordinated perfectly with the sound of the rain.

You nod, having no use of telling him to fuck off. He was helping you, and you're more than grateful of him for distracting you from your thoughts.

"Come on, 6C. Rain's not gonna get softer on us." 6C being your space's number. He cocks his head, waiting for you to follow his pace.

You emit a sniff from time to time. He would side-eye you when you do, making sure you're not about to pass out. He scoots closer to your side, trying to cover more of your body with his tiny yellow umbrella. Noticing your slow steps (and overly bright purple heels), he felt impatient. Though he was understanding, letting you take as much time as you need to cool down from whatever it was that made you cry.

"He's an asshole," he assumed. "You shouldn't let him get to you. Also I really like your plants."

You furrow your brows at the ground, unconfident to look him in the eyes. He can't be serious, you tell yourself.

"The snake plant is my favorite," he continues. "I'd peek from my balcony to see you water it," he clears his throat, "sometimes."

He pulls your arm when he noticed a familiarly deep puddle that got him stumbling over more often than he could remember whenever he walks home. He huffs, how can you be so careless when you're already looking at the ground and still not notice the puddle ahead? Still, he kept it to himself, not wanting to push you further.

Your eyes wander at his blue converse, covered in dirt and streaks of mud. Shows a lot about his personality, you wouldn't want to stay even just for a second in his apartment. He holds your arm again, pulling you away from a huge rock placed ahead of you. Nearing the building you both live in, Jungkook clears his throat again to advice you, assuming it's what you need tonight.

"If you need anything, I'm a floor away." Then you broke again, tears flow kindly down to your chin. Jungkook doesn't notice however, focused on the pavement ahead. Maybe it's what you needed, an outlet, but you just can't believe that it would be Jungkook who'd say those words to you.

Before your foot gave up on you, you and Jungkook reach the gray building, and he was so modest to walk you to your door instead of separating by the staircase. Your eyes remained on your dusty welcome doormat, realizing that you really needed to clean it. Jungkook stands still as if waiting for something, and you finally had the urge to look him in the eyes to thank him for tonight.

He inhales sharply when he sees your bloodshot eyes, almost panicking. His cocky personality was invisible tonight, only finding a sympathetic neighbor in him.

"I guess that's it. Have a good night sleep, y/n. If you need me, I'll be upstairs as always." He pursed his lips together, dimples denting against his cheeks.

"Thank you," you tell him coarsely before he proceeds to the staircase, making his brows rise.

But you didn't want to be alone with your thoughts, can't even handle the thought of seeing your scruffy apartment. Once you turn your back away from Jungkook, you know you'll break for the third time today. You need something to distract you from dropping to the floor, and Jungkook was the only thing standing in front of you.

His hands tangled around the umbrella's handle, feet moving back and fourth as he waits for what you were about to say next, he could see the uncertainty in your eyes.

Without forethought, you pull Jungkook toward you, a hand pulling his nape to latch your lips on his. His eyes expand, taken aback by your sudden action. Then he was kissing back, muscles softening against your grasp. For that moment there, you felt lost in a good way. Your mind only wanders around the taste of his lips, and the way his tongue craved for yours. No Jung Hoseok, no Henry, no dancing in a dark stall. Just you and him.

You pull away, stepping back to fully enter your apartment. "I'm sorry," you shyly say, reaching for the doorknob to close the door.

Jungkook stands like a mannequin on the other side of the door, clueless of what your intention was. He loved it though, obvious by the way he roamed his large hand at the small of your back. But he's not oblivious of your evident problem, he's fully aware that there's something that went wrong for you tonight, and that you'll treat that kiss as a mistake the next day.

Once you've thrown the heels across the room, your body sinks on your not-so-soft mattress. Shifting to your side, your finger picks on the broken pieces of your last sculpture. A model of a new character you invented, inspired by a homeless guy you came across with last week. Sculpting is one way to distress you, figuring that the softness of the clay somehow soothes you. It helped you cope way before college, but it's never a career choice that you'd consider. Hoseok always tell you that art is never practical, and you always believe him.

It was early in the morning when your neighbor decided to show up in Lonepine, you've been glaring at him since then. Jungkook always returns a bashful smile when you look at him.

He folds the menu folder politely and placed it at the side of his right elbow that leans on the blue table, signaling that he was ready to order. You almost forgot how annoying he can get after the empty-headed kiss last night. You pull the pad and pen from your middle pocket, rolling your eyes as you wait for his order.

"I would like a Clubhouse sandwich," he began. "And a Diet Coke. Oh, I'd like to try the baked potato."

Ripping the piece of paper from its pad, you squint your eyes at Jungkook who stares without shame.

"What do you want from me?" Thinking that him showing up at the place you work at was no coincidence.

Jungkook leans back, watching you place both your fists on the sides of your waist. "My order, duh?" He always enjoys that irritated look on your face, every time he drops that stress ball of his right on your balcony.

You met Jungkook right when you moved in, it's not impossible to forget. He was in the middle of a phone call that he seemed to be yelling at, running upwards the staircase until he saw you struggling to pull your old mattress into your apartment. He took responsibility and even went as far as fixing its placement on the bed. It was a great first impression, but he grew annoying over time.

You shrug, cursing yourself on the way to the kitchen.

As for Jungkook, he liked the shirt you were wearing on the day you two met. That detail isn't easy to forget, he loves a good old band shirt. You stand incorruptly in your tiny shorts and a Pink Floyd shirt, a gift from Taehyung back in college. Just the shirt you were wearing was enough for him to help you, he likes a girl with a good taste in music.

That's when it began, him trying to get your attention by dropping his stress ball every now and then, even getting home as soon as he can to catch you by the stairs. But all he knows about you was that you work at Lonepine, noticing your familiar uniform that he'd see whenever he comes by you every morning you leave your place.

He doesn't budge to make an effort in making conversation though, he likes to keep the mystery of your personality. The only reason he found out about your name was the obvious name tag that you wear, and you found out his because a delivery man made a mistake, arriving at 6C instead of 7C, asking for Mr. Jeon Jungkook.

Rambling with him started when he broke your TV antennae by offering to fix the static when he caught a glimpse of you struggling with it. He offered and you told him that it was no need, but he still interfered and when you pushed his hand away, it just came off with his reckless hands. The old TV you bought from a secondhand store was the only entertainment you had, not until your careless neighbor broke it.

"Are you kidding me?" You remember telling him.

"It's not my fault, you pushed me away!"

"I didn't need you to fix it!"

"I'm just trynna help!"

"Pay for it then!"

"What? Hell no, it's obviously your fault."

"Just fuck off Jungkook."

And he fucked off, only to annoy you weeks after that incident.

You return minutes later to his table, fake politely serving it in front of him who waters at the sight of the smoking hot potato. He watches you leave without a word, rubbing his hands together before he feasts on his breakfast.

You waited for other tables, giving him dirty looks from time to time to check if he was staring back at you. The kid only innocently eats the sandwich, cheeks bulging as he gulps down the soda. Seeing him eat like that made your stomach growl, you haven't had such meal in a long time. Coffee was all you had for breakfast, the taste lingered away long ago.

Asshole's got the money to buy a meal, not pay for my fucking TV.

Walking back to the kitchen, you ask Jane if she could kindly make an extra blueberry pancake for you to which she nods, immediately pouring another round of batter on the stove. Reaching the counter, Jungkook waits for you on the other side, almost making you jump.

"Uh, total?" he asks, cheeks rising.

"You know I'm supposed to come by your table, right?" you return, sassing him to the core.

"That doesn't answer my question, 6C."

Not today, you tell yourself. You won't lose patience for today, it's just nine 'o'clock in the morning and Jungkook shouldn't be getting in your nerves like this, mystifyingly. The want to tell him to fuck off has been brushed away by his twenty dollar tip, wow. Twenty dollars is what you'd get as a tip dancing for some drunk stranger, only if they're drunk enough to be digging into their pockets like a maniac.

When your shift ended, already forgetting that Jungkook came by this morning, you move to the other end of the street. Letting your hair loose, you enter Dollzhouse with obscene imagery below the neon sign. Today had less people, yesterday was a disaster, shaking your mind off Taehyung's pleading face.

No longer than a few minutes, you were already approaching the thin cold pole in your favorite white heels. Black thin straps of bra irritate your skin, tied nearly at the bottom of your back. You hated this specific pair, your body never got used to it.

What sit before you were only three drunken old men, clapping their hands whenever another girl enters the stage. A very tragic day for Henry. They'd throw a few bills from time to time, only when you flash them.

Then the night is almost over with only a few bucks in your pocket, recounting them again before you head home. The loud wails of rain settles on the roof of the pub, making you roll your eyes. Covered in the same coat from last night, you trail away from the horrid place. Finding inner piece once you've inhaled the scent of the wet ground, knowing that you're not in the godforsaken place anymore.

Not really, though. You rest under the shed in front of it, waiting for the rain to stop. Seeking for a stranger with an umbrella in every corner, your body shakes as a gush of cool breeze enters your thin coat. A wild familiar yellow umbrella catches your eyes, smiling at the thought of salvation. A dark figure under it walks your way without the need of a wave from you, as if knowing about your call for rescue already.

Jungkook owns the umbrella, that's why it's familiar. He looks at you in disbelief, eyeing you head to toe, realizing that you're wearing heels again for some stupid reason, he thought. Then doubts come rushing in his mind when he saw the sign behind you, but it can't be. No way you're a fucking stripper, that's too damn unbelievable. He doesn't have much evidence to prove this theory, so he pushed the thought away and approached you closer.

"Howdy, neighbor. Need my help?" he asks in that cocky voice of his.

You give an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, kind'a."

Still wearing his shirt from earlier, you wonder what was Jungkook's job. He always gets off without a uniform, not even anything to give away what he does for a living. You'd assume you would see him with paperworks or maybe a water jug whenever he leaves the building the same time you do, but all he ever brings with him are his keys. You always assumed he was a trainer, or anything sporty. No one works out at two in the morning for no reason and only people who are concern about health own a stress ball.

Your shoulders brush, feeling some sort of electricity that slides down your spine whenever they connect. It was quiet, serene, and tranquil under the roaring thunderstorms. Felt kind of nice for a while, a little relaxing to your ears.

"What do you do for a living?" you began, long silence never felt good.

Jungkook's brows rise, your soothing voice was new to him. "Oh, uh... I play. Like bands and stuff."

Your head nods unconsciously. "Explains the clothing." Your breath hitches. "Not judging you or anything, I think it's cool."

He looks down at his shirt, straight out of Hot Topic. "Oh, haha. Well, it's what I'm used to." He mentally slaps himself, immediately clueless of how to make a casual conversation. "You like heels, huh?"

Your eyes drop to your feet, grinning to yourself which Jungkook noticed. "No, they're for my job."

He gulps, the idea earlier coming back. "Sucks, sneakers would be more comfortable when you're waiting tables."

You giggle, not oblivious to the fact that he's probably nosing about why you were waiting right outside the pub. "Thanks for the tip by the way. Helps a lot."

"I'm still sorry about your antennae. You can watch TV with me sometimes." He chokes on his own spit. "Not in a creepy way. That's all I could offer right now, sorry."

"I think I'm too far behind some TV shows to even continue them, but thank you for the offer."

"So this band thing, where do you play?" you add.

"Mostly just events. I'd wish for a real performance though, somewhere I can play my own music."

"Gotta make some sacrifices before the real thing. You'll get there, Jungkook."

His heart leaps at your response, eyes meeting yours in a second. "Thanks. Usually, people like to discourage me."

Your steps pull away from a puddle, the same one from last night, brushing against Jungkook again. His biceps felt tight and soft at the same time, making you want to skim over them.

"I understand." Chewing on your lower lip, Jungkook watches intently.

"Where are you from? Way before Lonepine."

"I used to study Aviation with my- I used to study Aviation. Then I realized I'm not built for it, all the taking off and stuff kind'a makes me want to throw up."

He chuckles. "Makes the two of us. God, I hate planes."

"What about your parents?"

Your eyes widen in a gentle manner.

"Sorry, no need to answer that."

"No, I'm fine talking about them. They stopped talking to me ever since I dropped out of college. Good thing I have a sister that they can root for." Your gaze falls to the ground again, watching small splashes of rain staining your white heels.

"Hashtag relatable," he laughs, "my parents hate music. Makes my brother the breadwinner since he's off to Stanford."

Jungkook drifts to the side, entering the building before you even realized it. The walk felt shorter than yesterday, felt shorter than your everyday walk on the way home. He shakes the umbrella, folding it afterwards. You wait for him kindly, needing to thank him for the night. Like last night, he goes as far as sending you to your doorstep.

Your fingers pulled on the hem of your khaki coat, and when he was about to leave, your hand grabs his arm. He marvels at your soft touch, then he waits for your next words. You open your mouth and shut it again, speechless. Unaware of why you pulled him back in the first place, but you guessed it was the familiar loneliness seeping in.

"6C, if you need me, I'll be upstairs." He politely grins, and before walking away again, you tug at his veiny arms. You never noticed his tattoo before, A R M Y inked letter by letter.

Jungkook knows it, your eyes were the same as yesterday as if afraid of something. But he's not going to ask about it, not until you're comfortable to speak about it. To your surprise, he entangles his hand to yours, giving some sort of comfort you almost forgot.

"What do you need?" His voice was warm, so warm your ears couldn't hear the rain roaring outside the building. So warm that it spreads around the space, filling every corner making you feel at home, for once.

"I don't want to be alone," you sob, embarrassed at the way you cracked under his touch.

"What do you need?" he asks again, waiting for a specific response from you.

You don't trust your throat, knowing well that it will break again if you speak. Sinking your hands on the sides of his neck, you approach to kiss him. His eyes didn't widen, his body didn't jerk. He knew, he just... knew. Instead his loving touch finds your back again, sending shivers down your spine.

His other hand reaches for your doorknob, pushing you past the entrance, pinning you against the dirty white wall. It felt amazing, too good you forgot about your predicament. Maybe it was just an imagination that his touch felt like sinking its way to your muted heart, but it's a good sign — you're alive for once.

He shuts the door with his foot, focused on the way your tongue coiled his. Hitting your head on the wall as you move back, you drop your coat to the floor, revealing your skin-tight white tee. He admires the curves of your perky breasts under the obvious black bra, earning an uncomfortable strain in his black jeans.

Confident, you push him to your bed, straddling him as you take a second to worship the way his dark strands of hair falls lazily on his forehead. He looked gorgeous gasping for air, confused why you were staring at him like that.

"Got a problem?" Lips quirking into a smirk, fingers digging under your shirt.

You shake your head. "You just look out of place."

Unsure of what you meant, he cocks his head again. But you give him no time to ask, you flick a tongue on his neck, a tiny groan escaping his pink lips. That sounded heavenly.

Jungkook takes a hold of you, taking his time to take his shirt off and undo his belt. He was quick, unable to seize the moment. He returns his hold on your waist, and before he reattaches his lips, your hand was on its way under his gray boxers, softly running his length which you felt was veiny.

He releases a breath against your neck, heat remaining on a specific spot. Then he's digging your waist once your grasp falls tighter onto his cock, struggling to pump it in a steady pace. Roughly, he rips your shirt off, throwing it wherever. And he unclasps your bra, he did so expertly within a second.

He kneads you breast, eyes watering at the sight almost. Eager, his lips brush sensitively on your right nipple, he knows what he's doing. Sending you to a jolt, your hips roll onto his with your hand under your entrance, having a hard time finding friction in your hard shorts.

You stand up, turning away from him to put on a show. With your ass facing him, Jungkook rubs himself as he props on one arm behind him. He growls at the sight, unable to control himself as he smacks a hand against your bare ass, the sound echoing in the room.

"So fucking hot," he slaps a cheek again, "all for me." Grabbing them, Jungkook pulls you to fall on his crotch, hands controlling your body to maneuver your ass promptly.

"You're into dirty talk, aren't you?" He creeps a hand to your chin, turning your face sidewards so he could whisper directly into your ear, tickling you.

"Mhm," you cry, his finger rubbing smoothly over your clit.

Jungkook knew you were using him, but hell was it okay. Use him as long as you wanted for all he cares, the way you felt and sounded under his palms are all he could think of right now.

He uses a knee to widen the gap between your thighs, taking his chance to slide a finger inside you, curving it immediately once he felt your heat. Throwing your head back, Jungkook bites your shoulder when your hand creeps behind you to caress his bulge.

"Want my cock so badly, baby? Want me to fuck you 'till you're bedridden?" He groans when you reach his balls, swaddling them gently. His pace inside you quickens, walls tightening against his slender finger.

Groping him tighter, you near your climax and Jungkook knew when to stop. Bringing his finger to his mouth, you hear him salivate beside your ear. Jungkook pushes you to stand, dropping his remaining clothes to the floor.

"Holy shit!" you exclaim when a ring dangles at the head of his cock, glistening in precum. It was a shiny barbell with a ball on both ends, catching a bit of your reflection and the light that flies upon it.

Jungkook only smirks and grunts, running a hand up and down his shaft, swaying the ring that rests at the end. "Never seen one before?"

His unoccupied hand holds both of your wrists together, rising them above your head as he presses you down the bed. He leaves his cock, his palm now hoisting your left knee up to your chest level.

"Beg," he asks, and you roll your eyes. "I want you to plead for my dick, kitten." He chuckles gravelly.

You keep your knee right where he wanted them, his fingers now guiding his cock before your wet entrance. But he doesn't give in to his arousal, his piercing sending a cold sensation on your sensitive skin. Exhaling, you shut your eyes.

"Fuck me please, Jungkook. Fuck me with your fat cock, make me cry out in pleasure." He laughs without opening his mouth.

Cold, like an ice entering your hole, that's how it felt when the metal sinks in you, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Jungkook sighs loudly, bringing back the hold on your knee, stretching you further.

"Shi-it," he stuttered out when you first clenched on his length. "Love how you feel, love your fucking pussy."

There was an extra sensation that you couldn't comprehend, but it felt so surreal, godly amazing. Sex was non-existent for a stripper like you, you'd be careless if you sleep with a customer thinking they'd be clean. Your rules were already broken the moment you kissed Jungkook, you knew you won't be able to stop when his lips crashed to yours.

Caressing your cheek solemnly, he gazed about you in a certain way. You couldn't read it, you're just sort of melting under him, breathless and thrusting upwards to feel more of him. With mouth open, Jungkook lowers a brow, his sighs of pleasure turning into whimpers. He leaves your cheek, index finger sliding down to an erect nipple, pinching it.

Examining your reaction, he speeds up as he nears his climax, shaky breaths filling the air. You were a little worried someone would knock on your door, asking to turn it down a little bit. The worry washes away when Jungkook finds your neck, a thumb grazing on your chin. Opening your warm mouth for him, he inserts his thick thumb, biting his lip to suppress the whimpers.

You were falling apart under him, he watches your every little reaction. You look so good, he'd die to have you under him everyday. He'd explode to have your mouth around him, he'd do everything to have this, to have you always. You pull his arm that extends toward your lips, tightening your grip to let him know you were going to cum.

Spreading your saliva on the corner of your lips, he groans, "Mhm, cum for me, kitten."

And you did, thighs tightening around his waist to hold yourself together. Having you scream his name repeatedly, he shoves himself deeper, moaning at the way you shake around him. You dig your nails in his arm, unable to formulate proper sentences as he thrusts faster to reach his high. It was starting to shred your inside to pieces, beginning to tear you apart.

"Jungkook, fuck, get over it." To which he responds with a loud groan, throwing his head back, pulling away from you to explode on your stomach that pools around the center.

He takes a few breaths before flopping next to you, the movement of his chest perfectly synchronized with yours.

"Should I tip you more often or is it the umbrella?" he laughs out.

"Fuck you."

"I missed that."

Your life was still as miserable for the past few weeks, but with sex on the side. Not anything thrilling happened, just the same as before. Before you could realize it, you needed Jungkook more than anything at the moment. The high he gives was sort of a distraction from all the miseries that happened, stops you from coming back to what really there is. It stops you from lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking about what could've been's.

Jungkook said there's really no point in what if's, it just wastes one's time. Jungkook also said that pinpointing past mistakes doesn't make the person you are now any better. And the guy upstairs is making sense, you knew that.

There are two things you're afraid of in life: regrets and being left behind. It's tragic you have to live with both everyday. What's even scarier is you're slowly starting to feel home with Jungkook. Every rainy day, it's him you think of. You're just scared that one day, he'll fall away from your grasp — not like he was yours in the first place.

When his hands find yours, you feel more than what you really are. You're not a stripper, not a waiter, not even what you think you are when you're with Jungkook. When his breathing synchronizes with yours, for a moment the world stops and there's no tomorrow to be afraid of. Life was kind of easier... around Jungkook.

Your fear grew when he found you. You're not lost or anything, but he found you. Your sculptures on your wooden dining table and the ones near your bed. Your fear grew because he didn't see you as a distraction like you see him. He noticed the way you bite your bottom lip when you're looking for something. He noticed how much you observe people from the way you like to mold them against the clay.

A loud drop of music brings you back to your senses, standing still in front of a door leading toward the stage. Your eyes remained calm against the knob, hand cringing to touch it. Twisting it open, your skin hops away when Henry surprises you on the other side.

"You scared me," you told him, almost like you weren't scared.

"Oh," he began. "Some guy is waiting for you in the fourth stall." His thumb points behind him.

Bracing yourself on the way to the stall, you heaved a sigh to regain your composure. Then you open it, heart sinking when Jungkook sits before you. He looks at you like he already knew, stillness draping on his eyes. He sits there with his arms rested on his thighs, head gazing up to see your face.

"Hey." You had no other words. You ought a casual greeting would do, hoping it would do.

Closing the stall behind you, you place a hand on Jungkook's shoulder — what you would do for a normal customer. Jungkook glances at your hand on his shoulder, before standing up to stop you before you could move your hips.

"You don't have to do this, actually," he whispers.

"It's what I do, actually."

"Meet me outside." He clears his throat, walking away from you.

You put on the overused coat, following Jungkook outside the pub. He stands looking at the ground, thoughts scattered all over the place. You approach him, steps quick yet tiny, wishing to never arrive where he is.

"I'm leaving," he croaks, head hanging low.

"Why'd you make me come out?" you asked. "You're such a dick."

"I mean I'm leaving my place tomorrow night," he chuckles softly.

"Oh," your words back away.

"I came here because I wanted to know why you come home late even when your shift in Lonepine ends early." He gulps.

"Now you know, I'm a stripper." Faking a smile, when Jungkook locks his eyes with you, you got a sudden feeling that maybe he can see right through them.

You both look up to the dark sky when raindrops trickle down your heads, slowly then all at once before he could say another word.

"It's in New York. I want you to come with me."

There's a feeling in your gut that you only felt once in your life, it's when you found a girl in Hoseok's bed. It's like falling off a building, but it's not really physical. Your insides melt but you can't do anything to hold them together because — well, they're inside you.

"Why?" The rain hitting the roofs overthrows your voice, but Jungkook read your lips.

"Because I want you to be out of here. You don't belong here, y/n." There was it again, your name slipping off his lips, so clear and proper. "You don't belong here."

"As much as I'd love to, I don't want to burden you."

The shower made his hair fall flat against his forehead, making it hard for him to open his lids.

"I'm falling in love with you," he says with so much sureness in his tone. "I can't leave you here."

"I'm done dreaming that this is not where I belong. Look at me, I'm a mess. I'm a disaster."

"Let's be a mess together. I'm not as good as you think, not as clean."

"You don't deserve to be with me, Kook." You close your eyes to stop the burning sensation. "I'm not who you'd want to end up with."

"You just feel bad for me. Trust me, leaving me won't change anything in my life."

He folds his lips inwards. "You think I'm saying all these because I feel bad for you?"

"Yes, exactly. Kook, you'll be great without me. Better, even."

The stillness in his eyes returns, the same time when the rain pours subtly.

"I actually thought you'd agree to come with me," he shakes his head, "guess I'm wrong."

"Goodbye, y/n." He turns around, for a quick second there you wanted to grab his waist and stop him, but he walked away too fast, running towards the end of the street.

Most people would wish for nighttime to be longer, and you're not most people. Nighttime is a nightmare you have to live with every darn day of your life.

[a/n: hello yall i rushed this one so pls don judge me :( anyways heavily inspired by Waitress and What’s Your Number so if yall get the references then yeah its most likely a ref. ty for reading mwah]

I pray when we or anyone thinks about Sulli, it’s not about her passing, instead:

I pray and hope we think about how she started her career when she was merely a child, leaving a mark and achieving so much in her 15 years of career. 

I pray and hope we think about all the years, the sweat & tears she put into being a trainee, an idol, an actress. Despite her young age, despite what she was going through. She always had a beaming smile on her face. 

I pray and hope we remember how kind and empathetic she is. That despite a lawsuit filed against someone, she forgave and dropped the lawsuit cause she was worried it’ll remain in their record and they might have a difficult time finding a job. 

I pray and hope we talk about how she graced the stage for nearly many many years. 

I pray and hope we remember her choices when it came to acting, how she chose roles that shocked us and showed her versatility. 

I pray and hope we talk about her transition from being a child actress to a singer, to a mature actress. But most importantly a genuine outspoken human.

I pray and hope we remember her openness and advocacy when it came to mental health. How she clearly voiced out and talked about racism and sexism in an industry where many avoid those topics that should not be avoided. 

I pray and hope we remember how she opened up about her own struggles and mental health issue in hopes it brings more awareness to mental illness. 

I pray and hope we remember her beautiful smile that could light up an entire room. 

I pray and hope we remember her fierce loyalty and love for her family and friends. 

I pray and hope we remember her name, her existence, her kindness & her warmth clearly. 

“My name is Sulli. Sul means snow and Li means a pear flowers, so I’ll be probably reborn as a flower that is small but full of strong vitality.“ - Sulli 

Noise

Reader x Jungkook // College!AU // 4693 words

Summary: You spend nights hearing high-pitched moans all because of your neighbour Jeon Jungkook. You knew dorm life wouldn’t be easy but you didn’t think it would be like this. He’s cocky and an asshole and you wished you had a different neighbour because the both of you find each other in the oddest situations.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: To my dear friend who requested smut… I tried? Also, idk how to name things man, sorry.

House Fellow refers to: Resident Assistant/Peer leader who is in charge of supervising residents in a dorm.

You wrap your pillow around your head in frustration. This is the 3rd time this week that you’ve been kept up due to your neighbour’s raging libido. You try to use the pillow to muffle the moans and grunts that you can hear clearly through the thin dorm walls. I hate Jeon Jungkook, you chanted in your head like a mantra. Of all the rooms you could have been assigned to, you just had to be assigned the one next to the most sexually active person on your floor or perhaps your whole dorm even.

You see both you & Jungkook had the knack of meeting each other in the oddest situations. The first time you had a full conversation with him was in the middle of the laundry room way past midnight.

You stood in front of the washing machine, debating if you should throw the very shirt you were wearing now into the washing machine too. You look down to find a ketchup stain on your shirt. You look around cautiously and then you look at your watch, 3 am it read. You hastily pull the shirt over your head and throw it in. No one would be doing laundry at this time too right? Just as you close the washing machine door, you hear the door to the laundry room swing open with a loud bang. You whip your head around in shock at the noise and in comes Jeon Jungkook with his laundry basket. You let out a small groan and quickly busy yourself with pouring the detergent into the cap.

Jungkook sets down his laundry basket right next to you. You can feel him staring at you but you do your best to ignore him. You feel a slight blush creep up onto your cheeks when you realize you’re topless right now and your bra is in full view.

Jungkook crosses his arms and clears his throat. “Ah, if it isn’t my tattletale neighbour.”

“What?”

“It was you wasn’t it? Who sent in the noise complaint… Now I’ve only got one warning left… thanks asshole.”

You scoff at his attitude. “Look, I had an important mid-term coming up and your nightly escapades were really starting to disrupt my sleep schedule.”

“Well you could’ve told me personally to keep it down.”

“Yeah, whatever, sorry I guess,” You say hastily. You just wanted to get out of the laundry room as soon as possible. You swipe your student card and the washing machine begins to whir.

“That’s not a very sincere sounding apology but okay apology accepted.”

You nod your head at him slightly in acknowledgement and begin to move towards the exit of the laundry room.

“Hey neighbour,” he calls out. “Cute bra by the way.”

You quicken your pace and you slam the door shut behind you. You can hear Jungkook chuckling loudly and you shout back a quick screw you. You groaned out aloud in frustration. I hate Jeon Jungkook.

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