Before I Leave You (Pt.31)

Before I Leave You (Pt.31)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Taehyung thinks that girl dates are better than regular ones, but she could just be biased because it’s a date with you.

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: wlw, lesbian love story, fluff, first kisses, mild sexual content, hurt/comfort, brief nudity, best friends to lovers, gender euphoria, trans! Taehyung, referenced passed eating disorders, body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria, transphobia, misgendering,  transgender slurs, discussions on femininity, brief violence warning, 

W/c: 11.6k

A/n: this is for the lesbians <3 i hope that everyone whose never had a happy shopping experience can dream of themselves in this slice of heaven with tae and the m/c <3 i think in many ways, their love is so innocent and genuine. they really are best friends~

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Tae doesn’t realize that this outing is more for her than for you until you’re deep within the confines of the store.

It’s extensive; endless isle of pretty pastels and cotton fabrics that promise sweetness with every stitch. It’s a good thing that Tae is well used to ignoring the constant wound of her gender and ignoring what she wants even when it’s right in front of her face. Otherwise she might let her overactive heart and imaginative mind get the better of her. 

Tae feels hot, and vaguely itchy, the unpleasant smell of too many people and industrial strength detergent hovers heavy on the air.

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vixen -> jjk

summary: you’re struggling with your heat, and your owner’s friend brings over his sweet border collie jungkook to help. 

pairing: jungkook x female reader 

genre: hybrid au, smut

rating: NSFW 18+

word count: 2k +

warning tags:  fox hybrid!reader, dog hybrid!jk, cunnilingus, dom!jk, sub!reader, doggy style (lmao), drooling, mentions of breeding and mating, knot knot knot :>

a/n: idk lol. also i’m starting to get confused between who wants to be tagged in all my fics or who wants to be tagged in my mating call series; i’m so new to being a tumblr author lmao. it’s been so hard to organise LOL so sorry if i don’t tag you in this and you wanted a tag! also you can turn on post notifications on my blog for mobile and you will be updated every time i post as well ^.^

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“Thank you so much for doing this, Hobi…” You can hear your owner, Jimin’s voice muffled through the walls of your bedroom. He has you locked in there, a complete mess. Your tail sways lightly at the sound of his voice, your ear pressed up against the door to hear clearer. “She would not stop humping my leg.” Your cheeks turn beet red at his unnecessary comment. Did he have to tell the guests about your little problem? It’s not like you could help it! You loved Jimin, he took very good care of you, but you didn’t love him like that.  

You just couldn’t seem to get rid of the need to release, no matter how many times you make yourself cum. You were humping everything, not just his leg. Other victims included the edge of the bathtub, table corners your pillows and your hairbrush. Nothing was helping. 

So, that’s when Jimin calls Hobi over, wondering if his own hybrid was willing to meet you. Typically, only hybrids of the same species can breed, so having Hoseok’s dog hybrid mate with you wasn’t too alarming with what was known of hybrids. There was still a small chance you could get pregnant, but it was a lot lower because the two of you were different species. 

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“Yoongi likes to pretend that he only lets you fuck him because you are the one who wanted it. You are hellbound on showing him that you have long seen past his lies.” 

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut 

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, slightly bratty!Yoongi, pegging, anal fingering, prostate massages, rimjob, blowjob, biting kink, hand holding, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, male squirting (yes that’s a thing look it up), kitten as a nickname, corruption kink, dirty talk, he likes to pretend that he isn’t a fan of it just so she can fuck him harder, breaking news he is very into it and also very sensitive, he’s sleepy afterwards & it’s cute

Wordcount: 5.9k

a/n: This idea blossomed in my mind after I mentioned SA!Yoongi’s sensitive butt in the piano teacher story. This is my tribute to this idea 🥴💗

You and Yoongi are in a bit of a situation tonight. It started off weeks ago when you tried to touch his butt during a blowjob but he pretended not to like it. It then haunted you for countless nights until it finally became unbearable. 

Which leads us to the situation of tonight. The night was cold and dark, but inside Yoongi’s bedroom it was warm and cozy. The fireplace was lit as were the candles on his impressive collection of candlesticks. The air smelled like the roses you picked for him in the greenhouse this morning. They were pink and Yoongi accepted them with a flustered expression.  Your body enjoyed the freedom of being nude. Yoongi enjoyed it too. It was a precious sight, one you don’t get to see often and also one that only you get to see. You treasure it greatly. You know the trust he puts in you by giving himself to you in such vulnerable ways. And truly, Yoongi was such a beautiful man.

Especially when he is underneath you and has his legs spread and is in the middle of taking two of your heavily lubed-up fingers up his ass.

You stare at his face with widened eyes, moving your fingers in and out of him just to test the waters. He feels nice. Warm and really soft and his rim is squeezing you nicely. 

“How’s that?” you ask him. 

“Not bad”, he says, carrying a neutral expression. 

You were the one to convince him about tonight. Yoongi told you that he will do it, just so he can prove to you that he isn’t into it. And you told him that you will prove to him that he was just pretending. Thirty minutes later and now here you were. 

Yoongi on his back and with his head supported by the finest of pillows as he takes two fingers. And you between his legs and with your heart racing as you feed him said fingers.

You do it more, moving in and out of him until your fingertip is the only thing still keeping him stuffed. Pretty, but prettier when buried inside. You glide back inside quickly, watching out for any change of expression with him. 

You repeat it. And repeat it again and again until it finally turns into a skilled pattern. 

“And that?”

“Mhm yeah, it’s okay”, he says nonchalantly. 

This is so suspicious. Yoongi is a little bit too nonchalant about the situation. You know that type of behaviour. It’s what he always does when he likes something a lot, but he doesn’t want to show it. 

You curl your finger. Yoongi sucks in air, looking blissed-out for just a second before he gains back control. 

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“You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt.

Alternatively: A story about how you pegged your husband.”

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, first time trying out pegging, spooning, hand holding, oral (m.recieving), rimjobs, anal fingering, body worshipping, praise, they are in love, Yoongi being a shy cutie

Wordcount: 8.2k

a/n: y’all Min Yoongi’s ass though. Also lmao I put way too much effort into this header hsfh I even made the lil peach jsjdj 👀 I hope you guys enjoy this lil story, I had a blast working on it 🥴💜

You and your husband had a routine at night. First shared dinner on the couch and some Netflix. Then separate showers, but shared brushing off your teeth. And then you both crawl back into your little corners of the house and do the things introverts do when they are alone. Which in your case was catching up with all your favourite Youtubers while doing relaxing yoga stretches. And in your husband’s case was music, be it write it, listen to it or make it.

And then one, sometimes two, hours later you meet in bed again, lying next to each other and looking through your phones and sharing perfect silence.

Then one of you would stop looking at their phone first and lie down to sleep. You would kiss the other on the lips and wish them a good night before rolling over and closing your eyes. 

It was the perfect night time routine for you and your husband liked it too. It was calm and relaxing and with the right amount of shared domestic loveliness. 

Tonight it was your turn to give up first. You place down your turned off phone on the nightstand and move to face your husband. He hasn’t noticed you yet, having his back turned to you and resting in his favourite position as he looks through his phone. Fatal position with his left hand lodged between his knees. It makes him look so small and tiny and you think he is very cute like that. You shimmy closer, draping your arm across his waist and cuddling into his back.

At that he reacts, purring deeply. He sneaks a short glance your way. 

“I’m tired”, you tell him. 

“Mhm-hm, do you mind if I stay on the phone a little longer?” he asks, putting his phone down for now. He turns in your arms just enough that he can look at you when you are speaking.

“Of course not”, you say and lean closer to peck his soft lips, “but I’m off now." 

"Okay. Sleep tight, beautiful”, he says, kissing your lips.

“You too, handsome”, you say, pecking his lips one last time before dropping your head into the pillows and burying your face into his hair. 

You sigh happily and close your eyes. He is already looking into his phone again, features glowing blue from the display while his back is getting warmed up by your body.

Perfect. He is so warm and cuddly and smells so nice. This is the perfect way to fall asleep. Now all you need to do is relax and stop your brain from concentrating on his butt. It is so round and warm and snug against your crotch. Has it always been that round and warm and snug? 

You shift a little, rubbing your groin against his butt as you move. It is seriously so round and warm and snug. And so squishy.

You reach out and touch the side of his hip. You wiggle back and forth. So round. You roll against him. There is so much butt against your groin right now. You squeeze his hip and roll against him again. So much butt. 

“What are you doing?” Yoongi breaks the silence, carrying slight amusement in his deep voice.

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━━ LOVE TALK.

❛ i mean, i want to eat your pussy? you know, give you... oral sex? ❜

━ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader.

━ RATING: +18

━ GENRE: smut, fluff, tiniest bit of angst.

━ AU: established relationship, pwp.

━ CONTENT: oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, praise, fingering, teeny tiniest bit of overstimulation, very inexperienced and painfully shy!oc, pussy eating enthusiast!jk.

━ WORD COUNT: 3,1k.

━ NOTE: this was my first request :’) i don’t remember much, but it was specified that oc had to be very inexperienced and awkward, so if you don’t like that, KEEP IT TO YOUR DAMN SELF. i kinda like her, i wanna protecc. OKAY KOONIGHT ANGELS~♡

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It’s your typical Sunday night-in with Jungkook; you lie in bed covered by blankets and resting on too many pillows watching whatever movie, tv-show or anime one of you chose. To be quite frank, you never pay too much attention to the anime Jungkook picks, not because he has bad taste or anything, but because everything happens so fast you can’t even begin to process what’s going on. Still, when it comes to anime, you always let Jungkook choose, no matter how many times he says you can read the descriptions and pick one yourself. You don’t care if you don’t understand the animes he likes, not when he can’t spend more than thirty seconds without chiming in an excited commentary about it; you act as if it annoys you, of course, but sometimes you think that it is the best part of spending your Sunday nights with him.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is pretty silent tonight, but you don’t question him or think too much of it because finally, finally, you’re watching an anime that you can sort of understand. This time, you’re the one who is so immersed in the story that you don’t even realize you’re the only one paying attention, too focused on watching in horror how the lanky, awkward main character turns into a cynical psychopath splashing blood everywhere as he takes his revenge on every single person that ever crossed him. With your heartbeat ringing in your ears, you cover your eyes and peek through the space you left between them while you wait for the scene to be over; you were never a big fan of gore.

The bed dips next to you, distracting you for a hot second before you assume it’s just Jungkook trying to get into a more comfortable position, so you don’t give it much thought and focus on the show again, but your eyes betray you once again when, out of the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook staring at you, his face slightly illuminated by the screen of his laptop.

You jump and let out a comical squeak when Jungkook’s warm hand pushes yours away from your face. One of his slender fingers lifts your chin and tilts your head, leaving you both staring at each other face to face. You look back at him with curiosity, raising your eyebrows as if to silently question his actions, but you only get the same silence and a dreamy smile in return.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he whispers, his eyes sparkling under the artificial light.

You groan and roll your eyes at him, opting to look down at his chest in hopes he doesn’t notice how quickly four words and a faint smile from him can affect you. “I was paying attention, you ass.”

"No, no, I noticed!" he says with a mischievous edge on his voice. You huff in mock offense, pouting when he leans down and press a fleeting kiss on the corner of your mouth. "But wouldn't you rather I gave you all my attention instead?"

Oh no, that's his bedroom voice.

A tiny and stubborn whimper escapes your parted lips despite you trying to suppress it. You begin to panic. You still don't get what exactly it is that Jungkook sees in you; you never got out of the shy and awkward phase from your teenage years; you still laugh, involuntarily, like a small child whenever he flirts with you; you don't know how to flirt back, even worse, you don’t even know how to woo him with your best assets that took way longer to appear than they did to your friends.

You just don’t get it, but no matter how you see yourself, Jungkook has always looked at you like you’re the only thing he desires.

You snap out of your thoughts when you notice him staring at your lips and you mimic his actions, looking at his parted lips before you give in to the heaviness of your eyelids, closing your eyes and waiting for him to take the first step as he always eagerly does. But seconds pass and his lips never meet yours, causing you to release the breath you were holding in and leaving you embarrassed when he kisses your cheek instead.

You open your eyes and let out another groan, this time out of pure exasperation, half-heartedly hitting his chest as he laughs at your expense.

"If you want a kiss that bad, you have to come and get it," he teases. "I'm not going to kiss you unless you do it first."

You huff, knowing damn well he’d never give in to you, so you let out a shaky breath and cup his cheeks in your hands, feeling the barely-there stubble tickling your palms. Jungkook waits patiently, staring back at you with challenging yet welcoming eyes as yours take one last look at his lips before you close them and press your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

His hands rest on your lower back and press you tightly against his hard body, moving his lips against yours and swallowing your ragged breaths. His tongue licks your bottom lip and bites down on it gently, sucking it and then licking the flesh to soothe the bite, inviting you to open your mouth for him.

He pushes your hair away from your neck and rubs your soft skin before letting his hand fall to your waist, squeezing it through your shirt and using his grip to grind your body against his. You’re so lost in the kiss that you barely noticed when his hand moved from your waist, gasping into his mouth as his hand cups your breast and squeezes it gently.

“Jungkook,” you call out his name in a whimper. “What—"

"I want to make you feel good," he purrs in your ear, his hand leaving your chest and resting on your neck. You know that he is giving you time to decide whether to consent or not this time as well. "Is that okay with you? Do you want to?"

His eyes, though hooded and dark, never leave yours. Jungkook has never pressured you into doing something you don’t want to, much less coercing you to do something he wants but you don’t.

You nod your head and let out a small yes, closing your eyes and as he tilts your head to nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. He breathes in your scent and presses his tongue against your skin, licking a fat stripe before closing his mouth and sucking a small, painless bruise on it. You feel your underwear sticking to your folds, you're so wet you should be ashamed.

Abruptly, Jungkook detaches himself from your neck and slams his laptop shut before pushing it away. He turns his attention back to you and pushes your inner thigh with the back of his hand to position himself between your legs, covering your body with his. His strong hands help you settle your head on the pillows, the hard bulge in his sweatpants unintentionally grinding against your crotch, making you moan at the sweet friction of the head of his cock nudging your clit.

You wonder if Jungkook can feel how wet you are. You find it embarrassing knowing your soaked panties are staining the crotch of his sweatpants, but Jungkook looks at you with so much lust that the shame turns into excitement in a matter of seconds.

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes pleading with yours to keep looking at him. You smile, endeared by his sparkling doe eyes, but you flinch as a reflex seconds later when his hand cups your breast, kneading it softly over the fabric of the t-shirt you borrowed from his closet earlier.

"I don't want you to get nervous, alright?" You look at him and nod your head. "I want to eat you out.”

You frown at the foreign words, feeling stupid as yet again your naiveness puts you to shame. Still, Jungkook smiles and looks at you like you hung the moon just for him to see.

"I mean," he trails off as he tries to figure out what to say to make you understand better. "I want to eat your pussy? You know, give you… oral sex?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat at his obscene choice of words, ashamed of how much they turn you on.

You don't understand why he would want to do something like that, surely it wouldn't be pleasurable for him. "But you won’t feel good," you pout.

He gives you one of those smiles where he wrinkles his nose and his eyes sparkle. Talk about duality. "Don't worry, baby," he assures you. "You don't know how many times I've imagined how you taste," his voice gets an octave lower to leave you hanging to his every word. "How many times I jacked off thinking about how you would react when my tongue finally tastes your sweet folds and I have you at my mercy playing with your pussy however I want. I promise you, baby, it will feel just as good for me as it does for you."

If your life were an animated movie, you're sure your cheeks start comically burning in flames and your heart pounding out of your chest.

The truth is, you've only had sex with Jungkook twice, having given him your virginity after a year and a half of dating, but up until now, you’ve never heard him voice out his fantasies before, let alone talk to you in such an explicit way.

"Please," you say confidently despite the tremor in your voice. "Make me feel good."

Jungkook leans into you and kisses you slowly, trailing his palm from your chest to the hem of your shirt, lifting it to reveal the warm skin of your stomach. His tongue plays with yours as his hand sneaks under the fabric of your cotton panties, his mouth swallowing the gasp you let out. His fingers collect your juices and he uses them to massage your sensitive folds.

"My sweet girl...You're dripping," he mutters against your lips and smirks when he hears you moan. He presses your foreheads together and looks down at where you unconsciously started rubbing your cunt with his hand. "You're going to like it so much," he says as the pad of his middle finger finds your clit and plays with it. "I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'm going to swallow everything your pussy gives me."

He gives you one last, long kiss before he takes his hand off your underwear, lowering himself until his head is in between your thighs. Your fingers curl on his fluffy hair to keep your hands from shaking, but when he looks at you through his eyelashes, he smiles and you instantly relax. His lips leave kisses on your inner thighs while his finger presses down on your clothed clit, barely rubbing circles on it and making you tremble even more. His eyes never leave yours as he licks the wet patch in the center of your panties before he pushes them aside to take a look at your glistening cunt.

“You're so pretty,” he says as he drags his thumb across your slit, collecting your juices and spreading them on your folds. "So, so pretty."

The tip of his tongue licks a fat stripe on your slit, teasing your folds before closing his lips on your clit and rubbing it gently. You sigh and throw your head back against the pillows, covering your face with the inside of your arm to escape his burning gaze.

His lips leave your cunt with a popping sound and he says, "I want to see you," he murmurs against your pussy and traps your clit with his lips again, suckling on it and drawing out moans from your mouth before pulling away again. "Please show me your face."

You hesitantly move your arm away from your face but refuse to open your eyes. Still, you can feel him smiling against you and you hope he doesn't notice the gush of fluids dripping out of your pussy and wetting the sheets because you're imagining him like that.

“My baby is always so good to me,” he praises you, calming your nerves a little. There's something about the way he holds your thighs apart, something intimate and just right. "I'm going to take your panties off now, ‘that okay?"

You nod your head and let out a small yes, lifting your hips to help him slide your panties down your legs. He spreads your legs again and admires the way you shudder under his touch. "It's okay, baby," he whispers and places a kiss on your inner thigh. "It's okay, I got you."

The way he holds you, his hands steady and confident, and the sweet tone of his voice overwhelms you in both a good and bad way, but you try to relax and opt to grip the bedsheets in clenched fists. You feel stupid when hot tears escape from your closed eyes; you know you have nothing to be ashamed of, Jungkook knows that you are inexperienced because of how shy you are yet he loves you, wants you, and would never judge you.

Jungkook doesn't move at all, giving you as much time as you need to calm down. You inhale, exhale and look at him. His eyes stare back at you and don't wander anywhere else, he keeps them focused on you even when he kisses the back of your hand, taking advantage of your fists unclenching for long enough to grab your hands with his and intertwine your fingers.

“Do you want me to keep going? If you want me to stop I will,” he kisses your knuckles and looks at you tenderly. "I will not get mad. I promise."

“I want you,” your voice comes out small and you're afraid he hasn't heard you. "I want you. Please."

And just like that, Jungkook’s tongue is back on your cunt, gathering your juices and swallowing them before sucking and pulling your lips. You whine in embarrassment at the sounds that come out of his mouth when he tastes, slurps, and drinks your juices. But he doesn't give you much time to complain when his right hand leaves yours and he uses it to part your lips with his index and middle fingers, exposing your cunt to him and having him groaning at the sight of your glistening folds.

You can't hold in the sounds coming out of your mouth, moaning and crying as Jungkook gets back to devouring your soul through your pussy. You look down and whimper pathetically at how focused he looks; his eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes shut tight, and his hips thrusting against the bed as if letting him eat your pussy was the best thing that has ever happened to him. He's enjoying this almost as much as you are, alternating between sucking the juices out of your entrance, licking your velvety folds, or drawing messy figures on your clit at the perfect speed.

You feel dizzy, your body trembling as his mouth works wonders on your body, making you regret the time you pushed his head away from between your legs the second time you had sex.

Jungkook delights himself with all the juices you're gushing out, slurping and drinking it all before closing his lips around your clit and flicking his tongue from side to side as fast as he can. Your free hand grabs his hair and pulls him even closer to you, moaning loudly, and he seems to like that cause he growls and his mouth works even harder.

Tears stream down your cheeks, this time because of how good it feels. You close your eyes and you arch your back at the pleasure, squeezing his hand tightly and gasping when the tip of his middle finger prods into your hole.

He pulls away from you to say, “Breathe baby,” you do your best to relax and let out a pitiful cry. He just smiles to himself and pushes his finger in. "Feels good, hm?"

Any trace of shame leaves your body as he resumes his task on your clit, adding the stimulation of his finger curling inside you and rubbing that sweet spot only his cock has reached before. Your walls clench tightly around his finger and he lets out an airy chuckle, his breath hitting your cunt and making you whine more.

"’S so good," you whimper. “Making me feel so good, Jungkook. ‘M c-cumming, ohmygod."

Jungkook doesn’t stop sucking or moving his tongue on your clit for a single second, not when he can feel your pussy throbbing in his tongue and clenching around his finger. He knows you're close, he knows exactly what you look like when you start to fall apart, so he curls his finger harder and faster inside you and keeps moving his mouth on your pussy even if his jaw is begging him for a break.

You barely notice when you started to cry and try to close your legs around Jungkook’s head, but he just let go of your hand and uses his free arm to lift your legs up from behind your knees, almost bending you in half but leaving your pussy in perfect display for him to devour it until you’re crying and cumming for the first time in his mouth.

Time seems to stop for the two of you, the sound of your heavy breaths being the only thing you can hear until Jungkook gets back to sucking on your entrance and lapping at your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet juices.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes when you start squirming and complaining about how sensitive you are. "Pussy tastes so good."

When he’s finally satisfied, Jungkook lowers your legs and spreads them apart to position himself in between them with no ulterior motives. He grins at you as he licks his lips and sucks the remains of your juices off his fingers. Your stomach clenches and you swear if your face could get any hotter it would, so you hide it with your hands.

"Hey, don't get all shy on me now," he teases, getting up and sitting on his knees in front of you to grab your wrists with one hand and pull your hands away from your face. "Thank you for trusting me."

“Thank you for loving me,” you reply and push him down with you.

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Jungkook: Am I cool yet?(1)

In which Jungkook thinks your eyes are kind of really fucking cool and cute.

Tags/Warnings: Kangaroo Hybrid!Jungkook, Sheep hybrid!Reader, part of my unconventional hybrid series I'm starting, University AU, mc has a stutter when shes nervous, mentions of mild bullying (nothing physical), mc owns an illegal amount of squishmallows, sports fanatic kook but what's new, strangers to lovers, romance and fluff!

Additional Chapter Warnings: insecurities, mc has a lil accident nothing big, kooks friends pull a prank on him lol

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When you finally started University, you really thought the whole school behavior you've lived through all those years would stop. People were basically adults now here, right? And adults didn't behave like kids.

How wrong you were.

Sometimes, it felt as if adults were even more petty and mean as teenagers and kids still in school- and it frankly didn't do you much good. You weren't necessarily unhappy with yourself- you actually thought you were quite decent. However, considering you were one of the more.. rarely seen hybrids, there's standard slurs thrown after you constantly.

'Do you think she knows satanic rituals?' No, you didn't, and satanic stuff is constantly connected to goats anyways. You're a sheep-not a goat.

'Bro she's got movie-theater vision!' No, your vision was simply a bit different from the average hybrid and predators.

'I heard she's cursed or some shit. Like, she can literally see behind her, what the fuck..' that much is true, but its called nature.

It all didn't help that you couldn't even speak to most people you met- avoiding the cafeteria for years now because the lady up front got super irritated by your stuttering everytime it had been your turn to order something. It had humiliated you- so much so, that you simply decided to keep quiet from now on, keep your head low, and don't spend much more time at Uni than you needed to.

Just like now, as you were on your way home.

You cringe a bit at the pain you feel in the muscles of your leg- you've probably pulled something when tripping down the stairs some days ago- having tried hard not to fall and make a total fool of yourself.

"Well fuck me.." you hear someone's voice, making you turn around as the young man sighs to himself. It's Jeon Jungkook; he's studying to become a physiotherapist one day- at least that's what he'd told you when he'd accidentally ran into you first week of Uni. "Oh hey- have you seen my bike? It's red, has a crappy Obey sticker on it?" He asks you, and your eyes widen a bit in shock at being addressed, before you avert your gaze, pointing at the trashcans close by where it's been put behind the metal containers to hide it. "Ah those Fuckers!" He laughs. "Thanks!" He says, before he moves to get his bike.

You feel dismissed, so you start walking towards the exit of the premise.

"Oh hey, by the way-!" He calls out, sitting on his bike, pushing himself alongside you with his feet down to keep the speed low. "Haven't seen you around much. Thought you'd disappeared or something." He chuckles, and you shrug, though you smile to not seem rude. "Ah, you're quiet. I get that. I talk a bit too much to be honest." He laughs to himself. "Are you okay? I've noticed you've been walking a bit odd."

"Uhm.." you start, trying hard to focus on your speaking so it won't become embarrassing. "I f-f-..." you lower your face a bit, becoming self-conscious suddenly when you noticed it won't come out smoothly.

"Oh its fine, take your time." He smiles simply, moving alongside you like it's no big deal.

It gives you the energy to try again.

"I tripped downstairs." You rush out in one go luckily, and his mouth opens in an 'o' shape in understanding. "On Monday." You add on, and he looks at you a bit concerned.

"Did you get it checked?" He asks, and you shake your head- before you suddenly pull on his jacket to pull him a bit to the side- two kids on their bikes rushing past him. "Holy shit- thanks! How'd you see that?" He laughs, looking back himself.

"I.. yknow, my weird eyes, I c-can see like-" you motion with one hand around your head. "All around. Almost. I can't see like.. the back of my head." You explain, and his eyes widen.

"Oh shit I didn't know that! So you can see this?" He asks, holding to fingers up behind your shoulder.

"You holding two fingers u-up?" You giggle a bit, and he laughs boyishly.

"Yeah, that's so cool!" He answers, almost riding straight into a lamp post with his bike if not for you pushing him again- before you laugh along with him. "Hey- we don't have classes tomorrow, do you wanna hang out?" He bluntly asks, and your eyes widen a bit.

"Uh.. like, uh.. I'm really boring though-" you say.

"Nah, don't think so. Listen, I got both Netflix and Amazon prime and a shit ton of snacks, and I promise I'm not some fuckboy either." He winks, loosing balance on his bike for a second, making you laugh. "Won't hold it against you if you say no though."

"No no, I'd uh.. I like that." You say, stopping as you're going a different way now- turning now, while he clearly was heading straight up the road. "I uh.."

"Oh yeah right, fuck hold on." He says, pulling his phone out of his pocket before it falls to the ground. "Oh shit!"He curses, picking it up- the back of device already decorated with tape. "Ah, here-" he says, wiping his screen before showing it to you.

You pull out your own, in stark contrast to his; safely tucked into a pastel colored case, decorated with stickers and charms hanging from the bottom.

"Alright, it's a date then!" He grins, before his ears turn down in embarrassment. "Oh shit like not a date- unless you want it to be one that's cool too cause you're cute- okay you know what I'm gonna just go home." He says, turning to leave, waving before he speeds off with his bike.

While you, at home, throw yourself into your bed and plushies, trying hard not to scream.

You really don't need a crush now.