I Literally Fell In LOVE With The First Prompt Game So I Basically Screamed When I Saw Pt 2

I literally fell in LOVE with the first prompt game so i basically screamed when i saw pt 2

Can i request IMG 1 #31, #34 and #44 for Changbin?

Do what ever u want with it, it'd be happy w/ anything🖤

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

"I might never get another chance to say this."

"I still remember the way you taste."

Relationship: Past Childhood Lover!FemReader x Crime Boss!Changbin

Genre: Angst, Light Smut

Warnings: Mentions of guns, violence, Criminal acts, Underworld Shit (clubs, prostitutes, drugs, illicit dealings, etc.). Knife Play, Dark Sex. Unprotected sex. (Wrap it kids.)

"I might never get another chance to say this-I love you."

"Why does it hurt so much to hear you say that?"

"Because you don't believe it?"

"Or because you don't mean it?"

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It's been ten years since you last saw Seo Changbin.

Ten years, and yet the moment your eyes meet his across the packed club, it's as if it was only yesterday.

After all-the pain, the hurt, the betrayal-it's all just as raw as if it were.

You'd known it was a bad idea to come here.

Known it the moment your best friend had invited you to your mutual coworker's bachelorette party, using the excuse that you 'needed to find some new dick to obsess over.'

She's right of course, you haven't had a good relationship-hell, let alone a good lay in a couple of years if you're being honest-but the moment the limo had pulled up to the most popular club in town, you'd known you were in deep shit.

Forget the fact that it's run by one of the biggest criminal gangs of the city.

Forget the fact that it's strippers and drinks and loud booming music and swanky atmosphere are only a legal façade for the dark, illegal underworld shit that happens underneath.

No, all of that on it's own should've tipped you off to the fact that this was a bad idea waiting to happen, should've made you fight and protest a little harder as the already tipsy group of girls and your best friend had dragged you laughing and singing past the bouncer, who merely gave a wave of his hand and nothing more than a second glance, as if you had some special standing invitation.

But it didn't, and you had gone along with it as they all giggled over their 'coveted invitation' and settled in at your table right in front of the main stage, as women way too fucking hot to be real had spun their poles, and men way too fucking ripped served drinks off of glittering golden trays.

The biggest fucking red flag of all, though, the thing that should've sent you running back to the limo, demanding the driver take you immediately home, locking the doors behind you, was not the false over the top glitz and glam of the club, your friends already slightly inebriated state, or the drugs covertly being served alongside drinks.

No, the biggest red flag of all, was now staring at you, eyes locked from across the club, lips pulled into a thin, stern line, muscles practically bulging out of his expensive Armani suit.

Seo Fucking Changbin.

Your childhood lover and ex boyfriend.

The only man who had ever successfully broken your heart, shattering it so thoroughly that you hadn't had a fulfilling relationship since.

And coincidentally, the owner of this club.

Oh, and the city's biggest crime boss. Did you forget to mention that?

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Fuck.

I haven't seen her in almost ten years, and now here she is, in my club of all places, fallen right into my lap.

She hasn't changed a bit-all big doe eyes and soft skin and perfect tits.

My dick twitches in my pants at the thought, and I release a long, slow breath, holding her in the line of my dark, hungry gaze.

Obsession curls tight around my chest, and a perverse sense of protectiveness itches at the back of my throat as one of the girls she came with leans over and whispers something in her ear, laughing, motioning to one of the passing servers.

She pulls her gaze from me for just a moment, following his movements, giving her friend a tight nod and a smile that plays along, though I can tell she's not really interested.

Still, watching her gaze follow the almost naked waiter makes me clench my teeth until my jaw pops.

As if she can still feel me staring, my eyes drilling into the side of her head, she glances back to me nervously, saying something to her friend under her breath, before she stands from the table and heads in the direction of the club's bathroom.

"God fucking dammit." I swear beneath my breath, and without thinking, push myself off my normal vantage point of wall, already making a beeline for the direction she had disappeared.

Of course she would run.

But now that I had her again, I wasn't going to let her go so easily.

Not like the first time.

Because now, unlike the last time she saw me, Seo Changbin didn't lose.

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"Excuse me." You murmur under the loud thumping of the music, the bass shaking the floor and reverberating through the heels you wear.

The man leaning against the wall in front of the women's bathroom glances at you in disinterest, pulling the lit cigarette from his lips as he blows a stream of smoke into the dusky club air.

The woman hanging off his arm stares at you with open disdain on her pretty features.

You try again, louder this time, attempting to push past them now.

The more time you waste, the faster Seo Changbin is closing in.

"Excuse me, I just need to use the bathroom-"

A hand comes down on your outstretched arm-grip firm, fingers curling around your wrist-and you're caught off guard, stunned into terrified silence, as you look up and see Seo Changbin towering over you, an unreadable expression on his features.

He glances toward the couple blocking the bathroom. "Lino, you're in charge till I get back."

The man-Lino-smirks and blows out another puff of smoke, leaning his head back against the wall behind him as he nods. Your eyes are drawn to the bold, dark tattoo of a cat's gaping maw-sharp teeth dripping with saliva-that covers his throat. "Sure thing, boss."

Without another word, Seo Changbin turns on his heel, and begins easily pulling you along behind him through the throngs of people packed in the club.

"Hey, stop, my friends-" You protest, because it's the only thing you can think to say in your frantic, panicked state, but he doesn't give you a backward glance, and for the most part, neither do the clubgoers.

In fact, they seem to part for him, like his presence alone is intimidating enough to clear a path for the two of you.

It probably is.

He leads you around the bar, tugging you easily even when you struggle, and up a flight of stairs you'd never noticed before, tucked back behind the display of jeweled tone alcohols and glittering glasses.

It leads to a quiet, dark hallway lined with doors, and the music from below is a distant pounding now, as he strides to the last door and inserts a code on the keypad.

The lock clicks, and Seo Changbin shoves you inside.

You stumble a little at the forward motion, the release of his fingers finally from your wrist, but manage to right yourself, glaring at him as he leans against the once again closed door, muscular arms crossed across his chest.

When he doesn't immediately say anything, you take the opportunity.

"Funny, is this how you treat all your guests?" There is sharpness in your tone, but your words wobble just a bit.

You hide your trembling fingers in the folds of your dress, and force yourself to hold his dark stare.

"No." He remarks, face still unreadable, body unmoving. "Just ghosts."

His words send a painful thrum through you already stinging heart, but you don't let the reaction show on your face, tipping your chin up and staring him down defiantly.

Maybe a bad idea, considering the biggest crime boss in the city is standing across from you, locked in the same room, but you're angry, and you don't care if he knows.

"I'm leaving now. My friends will be wondering where I went-"

He scoffs, leaning more heavily against the door, as you take a brave step toward him.

"Pet, your friends were drunk when they stumbled in here. They're probably six shots deep with my table boys by now and don't even remember you exist."

The use of the old nickname makes your body stiffen and go cold, like you've suddenly been doused in freezing water.

"You're at my mercy currently, pet. Mine."

A shadow crosses Seo Changbin's face, and he pushes off the door, crossing the room to the desk, and as he passes you, you can't stop yourself from shrinking away.

He flicks dark eyes toward you at the movement, as he straddles the chair behind the desk, and you don't miss the way his inked fingers flex on the back as he settles, strong and capable of ripping you to pieces.

They've done it once, why not again?

"Ah." He muses beneath his breath, as if to himself, his eyes slowly flicking down your outline, and you resist the urge to back away beneath is penetrating stare. "So you are scared of me. Wise, little pet, I'm a dangerous man."

You tip your chin, and pray to god your next words don't tremble.

"I'm not scared of you. You've done your worst on me already, what else could you possibly take?"

His eyes flash dangerously, and his lips curve into the hint of a smirk that makes your knees weak and a chill run down your spine.

"Everything, pet, everything."

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Fuck, she's even more addicting up close.

When I locked her in here with me, I didn't account for the fact that I'd be able to smell her perfume-faint whiffs of something floral-or see every flawless inch of her skin clearly, soft and spilling out of that tiny dress like it belongs to me.

And it does, she just doesn't know it yet.

It always has.

I adjust slightly on my seat, my hard on growing uncomfortable at the thought, and cock my head, studying her, watching the way her chest rises and falls with fast breaths, the way her pulse flutters against her throat.

She's scared, and it's intoxicating.

Still, she's a spitfire, and it's something I've always admired about her.

"What do you want, Changbin?" She snaps out, and I swear to god, hearing my name on her lips after so long is almost enough to make me come.

Instead, I arch a brow, and settle back into my seat.

"You." I reply back simply, bluntly, and watch the emotions flicker across her face at my answer-surprise, fear, anger.

"You had me." She spits back, hands clenching into fists, the movement rustling the thin slip of her dress against her thigh.

I resist the urge to let my gaze trail down to the swathe of skin I know has been revealed, but only barely.

She takes a brave step forward, eyes flashing.

"You had me, and then you threw me away, for this." She gestures vaguely at the room around us, the club below us, the music still pounding dully through the floor.

Anger threatens to crawl up my throat at her blatant naivety, but I swallow it down, and instead, say calmly, coolly, "I never stopped thinking about you."

"It's not enough." She hurls out angrily, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

She always was an angrier crier, something I'd teased her about for years, something that irritated her to no end.

"It's not enough, because you fucking broke my heart, Changbin, you stomped on it, shattered it, and ruined everything good for me ever again."

Something about her words catches my attention, alighting my interest.

Before I can ask her about it, she angrily swipes at her eyes and turns, stomping toward the door.

"I'm leaving. Let me go."

She tugs at the locked knob to no avail, and I tuck back a smile at how cute she looks struggling to get free.

Caught, little pet, you're mine now.

I reach into the drawer of the desk and pull out the dagger I keep there, calmly weaving it through my fingers, waiting for her to give me her attention once again.

She huffs out an exasperated breath, turning to me with fire in her eyes, "Changbin-"

She freezes the moment she sees the knife.

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Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

He has a knife, and now he's going to kill you.

Your breath stalls in your throat, as Changbin flips the knife easily around in his fingers, seeming to admire the way it flashes in the low light of the room.

"I did it for you, you know." He muses, more to himself than anything, and you can't seem to take your gaze off the knife, swallowing hard against the dryness suddenly coating your mouth.

He glances up at you, and his dark eyes connect with yours, the knife stilling in his fingers.

Something jumps to life in your stomach.

"It doesn't matter." You manage to choke out, backing against the solidness of the door, your knees suddenly weak.

You hate to admit it, as he stands and stalks toward you, like a predator cornering its prey, that it's not entirely from fear.

"It does though." He remarks softly, closing in on you, expression serious, knife still dangling from his fingers. "Because some shitty street-fighting kid from the slums who could barely read couldn't provide for you, protect you, love you like you deserved."

He glances down, close now, the knife held between you.

Your breath is shallow, and your pulse is pounding.

"But Seo Changbin-crime boss, club owner,, millionaire-he absolutely could do all those things. All those things and more."

You swallow hard, as he glances up at you.

The heat in his eyes has warmth pooling between your thighs, and your next words come out on an unconvincing stutter.

"I'm not scared of you."

He smirks, dark brow arching.

"I know. But you're scared of the way my darkness coaxes your own to come out and play."

You jump as you feel the cold, flat edge of the dagger press into the skin of your upper thigh.

You gasp in a breath, and Changbin's eyes darken at the sound.

"Aren't you, pet?"

He slides the dagger slowly up your leg, rotating it so the sharp point pricks the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the whimper that's threatening to escape.

"S-stop." You choke out, though your body is screaming, reacting, telling him to keep going, a direct contradiction to your shaky words.

He arches a brow, and keeps going.

"Funny, pet, isn't it-" He muses, still dragging the tip of the dagger across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "-how our words can tell one story, but our bodies betray us every time."

The dagger tip dips into the traitorous wetness coating your skin beneath the short hem of your dress, and you take in a shuddering breath, your chest brushing his.

Triumph flashes in Changbin's eyes, and he leans in, removing the knife, before he brings it up to your chest, flicking the pebble of your peaking nipples through the almost sheer fabric of your dress.

The action makes you gasp, bucking your hips and arching into him involuntarily.

"Ah. There she is. Come out to play."

You swallow, hard, and he leans close, his breath brushing your jaw, nose skimming your ear.

He takes a deep inhale, nose buried in your hair, and releases it slowly, making you shiver.

A growl builds in his chest.

"God, pet, you're like a fucking drug, you know that?"

He slips the tip of the knife below your chin, forcing you to drop your head back against the door, staring up at him.

His eyes are dark, swallowed entirely by his pupils, and it sends your stomach swooping.

He reaches out, letting his thumb drag roughly across the full plumpness of your bottom lip.

"I still remember the way you taste."

Something in his tone, in the way he says the words, tells you he's not talking about your mouth any longer.

The thought sends instant molten heat directly to your core, and a surge of dark confidence spiraling inside of you.

You arch your brow at him in challenge.

"Wanna test the accuracy of your memory then?"

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God, she's fucking incredible.

Staring back at me like she's the one holding the knife, and it's not currently pressed to the soft, fleshy underbelly of her jaw.

My dick is so hard it's painful.

In a minute, I tell it silently, because there's still something from earlier, something she said, that I need to get to the bottom of first.

"Patience, pet." I murmur, a warning as much to her as to myself, as I take in a long inhale through my nose, and trace the column of her throat carefully with the sharp tip of the knife.

I don't miss the way her nipples harden even further with the motion.

"First, there's something we need to address."

"What?" She asks breathlessly, and the breathy quality of her voice has me groaning, digging my free hand into the door beside her head, if only to keep myself from bending her over the desk and taking her now.

"Earlier-" I grit out past clenched teeth, forcing myself to take an inhale once more and smooth over my expression. God, she's got me in a fucking chokehold, doesn't she? "-you said something about me ruining everything good for you ever again."

She flinches at the words between us, but I keep going.

"What did you mean, pet?"

At first, I think she'll resist, refuse to tell me, defiance flashing in her eyes briefly, but it's gone as quickly as it came, and she slumps against the door, letting out a long breath, something sad replacing the fiery look in her expression.

Fuck, I like the fire, bring back the fire.

This? This-melancholy, aching sadness? That's not the pet I know.

Another shuddering breath leaves her lips, and then she whispers into the stillness of the air between us, "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

Well, fuck.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and yank her head back.

"Well, now you don't have to." I growl out.

Surprise flashes briefly across her face, and then my lips are on hers in a bruising kiss, my knife still at her throat.

Fucking hell, she tastes just like I remember-sweet and soft and god, so fucking responsive.

She mewls as I lick into her mouth, and the sound goes straight to my already painfully hard dick.

The obsessions curls like dark, thick tendrils around my chest, squeezing so tight I can hardly breathe, and I know, I'll never love another woman like I love her.

Mine.

I separate us with a tug on her hair, and she whines at the loss of contact, and fuck, she's pretty.

Her eyes glazed, her lips parted, slick and swollen from my tongue, hair messy and wound between my fingers.

So fucking pretty, my pet.

I flick underneath her chin with the tip of the dagger, jerking my head over my shoulder in the direction of my desk.

"Get on the desk. Now."

She lifts her chin, defiance flashing across her gaze. "And if I don't?"

Ah. There she is. That's the pet I know, her darkness matching my own.

I tug harder on her hair in response, and let the dagger dig deeper into her throat. A single droplet of crimson blood beads beneath the blade.

"Now, pet." I command darkly, and this time, she listens.

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You slide your ass back on the desk, careful not to disturb anything or knock it to the ground, but you shouldn't have bothered, because Changbin sweeps it all off with a crash as soon as he reaches you.

You start a little at the sound of shattering glass, but he ignores everything but you, eyes dark and predatory, knife still in his hand.

"Spread your legs." He commands, and you do so without much thought, because resisting him this long has made you ache.

His palms go on your knees, spreading you wider for him, and glancing down at you, he lets out a growl of frustration beneath his breath, before slicing your panties cleanly off with the knife in one smooth motion, throwing them aside.

"Changbin-" You gasp out, but he ignores you, tossing the blade aside before sinking to his knees between your legs.

"You know I don't like barriers, pet. I'm not a patient man."

He glances up at you, expression hungry, eyes dark.

A slight smirk curves his lips.

"Now, let's see if memory serves, hm, pet?"

And without warning, he drops his mouth to you.

Fuck, you forgot how talented Changbin is with his tongue.

You choke on your breath, arching your back, your fingers tangling into his hair, whimpers leaving your lips without your bidding, erratic and frenzied.

He doesn't stop until your legs are shaking and you're crying out his name on every other breath, coming so hard you see stars, and even then, he doesn't pull back until you're begging him to stop, body on the verge of collapse.

He sits back, large palms still on your inner thighs, and slowly licks his shining lips, holding your gaze the whole time.

A shaky, insane sort of laugh leaves you, your body jello, lying splayed on his desk, your ripped panties god knows where.

"So?"

He tilts his head, eyes darkening.

"Better than I remembered, pet. So much fucking better."

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She sits up then, which, I'll give her credit for, because I really gave it my all, and her arms are visibly shaking, but the stubborn look is back on her face, and my god, it takes everything in my willpower not to immediately dive back between her heavenly legs and make her come until she's screaming my name again.

Instead, I wait, as she scoots to the edge of my desk and motions me forward with a crook of her finger.

Anyone else's head would be on the line if they pulled that shit with me, but not her, never her.

God, I'm fucking in deep.

"This is a nice suit." She muses, twisting her fingers through the belt loops, tugging me closer.

"You think so, pet?" I murmur back, not even bothering to hide my smirk.

"Mhm." She hums back, before something wicked comes across her pretty features. "It stays on."

Ah, dark little pet.

Her fingers make quick work of the zipper and closure, and I can't stop the groan that passes my lips as I finally spring free.

She doesn't miss the sound, tugging me back with her as she lays back on the desk, eyes flashing with triumph that goes straight to my already steely hard on.

"How long?" She asks, and I know what she's implying by the darkly mischievous look on her pretty face.

"Ever since you walked into the goddamn club, pet."

Fucking boner hasn't gone away since.

I groan again as she finally fists me, and the sound drops into a growl as she teases me, brushing me along the warm, soft skin of her thighs.

My hand comes up to clamp down on her own.

"Put it in, pet, or I'll do it myself."

Her brow arches in challenge, and god, if that doesn't turn me on.

"Condom?" She asks, and I immediately shake my head.

"No barriers, pet."

I see her chest rise and fall with a quick breath, as if she's fully taking in what that means, and then without warning, she slides me inside.

Fuck, if I don't see stars.

I could be inside this woman forever.

I brace myself on the desk and take in a breath, frozen for a moment, because now that I'm finally feeling her again, I feel as if I might explode, and I want this moment to last forever.

She shifts, clenching, making me let out a hiss through my teeth, and when I glance up at her, she's smirking.

It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.

She arches a brow in a challenge of her own.

"Move, Changbin, or I'll do it myself."

I growl, leaning forward to collar her throat with my hand, and as I do so, I thrust, making her gasp and arch against the desk.

"Careful what you wish for, pet."

She smiles, and I feel her darkness twine around my own.

It's the best fucking feeling in the entire world.

I just got this idea for like- a YouTuber! reader x assaasin! Jungkook au where like, the reader runs a super soft channel. Mostly asmr and story times and makeup videos- but really a bit of everything! Jungkook whose life is so stresseful and bloody the one solice he has is when he returns to the safe house and can fall asleep with YouTube open on his laptop next to him with the sound of your voice lulling him to sleep. Talking about your day or anything really. He can listen to you talk for hours. Listens to you reassure him that it’s okay to be soft sometimes and that it Dosent make you weak or booring if you want a gentle life instead of one full of adrenaline.

He must have watched each of your videos at least once and fallen asleep to each of them countless times- something about the sound of your voice that makes him feel like everything is going to be okay. He leaves a comment on each one of your videos and the one time you respond with a heart emoji has him kicking his feet in happiness. He might be a heartless assasin but you make him feel fluttery.

But the job he’s on now isn’t a difficult one- sniper situation, top of a rooftops, rich cheating businessman with his head in Jungkook’s cross hairs. Imagine his surprise when somehow he spots you in the crowded street . In his career he’s done seven single sniper hits and he knows what happens after he pulls the trigger- the chaos and the panic- the trauma of it. And he can’t put you through that. Not the one person that soothes him.

Maybe Jungkook quits the assasin game, goes back to school- or maybe used the degree he’d never though he’d use in film, applies to be your assistant. To help you shoot and edit your videos. And maybe you think Jungkook is a little cagey and shy during the interview, but he’s also an adorably hard worker. He blushes every time you compliment his work.

Imagine your surprise one night when a burglar breaks into your home (not actually a burglar but someone connected to Jungkook’s old life) and the man tries to attack you but Jungkook breaks his neck in his bare hands- because no one touches you or gets to try to hurt you while Jungkook has a beating heart. He will fight to preserve your softness for as long as he breathes.

Luckily you have one of your cameras rolling so the police see the whole thing, and when they ask him how he did that he just lies and said it was video games. And maybe you view him a little differently after that but you know- something in you knows he’d never hurt you.

He saved you, if he hadn’t been there you could have had more than one horrible thing happen to you. You start to have nightmares, and more than a few nights- Jungkook stays over when you ask, because you feel safer with him there.

One night you wake up and find him slumped in your livingroom his headphones in and take a listen- finding its your voice he’s listening too. You snoop a little and find that yeah- he has a bunch of your audios saved as mp3 files. You ask him about it and you’ve never seen him get more flustered quicker, and he confesses that yes- he had been a fan of you for a long time before he started working for you and that he’d gotten use to falling asleep to the sound of your voice and had gotten to the point where he couldn’t sleep without it.

You don’t have a problem with it- you think it’s sweet. A few days later maybe you catch Jungkook downing black coffee like it’s water and ask him to lie down and nap while you get a script finished. And he’s shy as he fingers his headphones, and asks you to read it outloud for him. And when you’re done- you find Jungkook fully asleep, chest rising easily and even, cheek squished against the couch, maybe you reach over and touch his cheek gently. Your fingers tracing his lips.

Eventually he confesses to you his previous occupation and it Dosent make a difference how you feel about him. If anything it makes you admire him even more. Jeon Jungkook Dosent look like a killer at all- not with the way you’ve seen him play with puppies when did your episode of “I become a puppy mom for a day” or the way you’ve seen him fuss over you and if you’re eating healthy food (he’s a bit of a health nut) What kind of person would you be if you didn’t live up to your motto that you repeated at the end of every video “it’s never to late To let yourself enjoy the peaceful things in life”

Imagine you invite him on for an episode of “cotton candy and sweets mukbang” to eat and talk about the finer bits of video recording and then again for “my camera man and I try to follow a bob ross tutorial” and by the end of the two episodes all of your viewers are shipping both of you.

Imagine the naps become a daily thing because Jungkook often looks like he hasn’t slept a wink eventually shifting to him lying his head in your lap and you playing with his hair, to both of you falling asleep in the same bed.

Just like- Jungkook whose haunted by his assasin past, but wants to be a soft boy, but can’t stop looking around corners every day or casing the places he’s in, but the world goes quiet when he hears your voice and his favorite place to be is on the other side of a camera from you 🥺💕 or in your arms.

(Just a reminder not to use this idea as inspiration for your own story! As i May end up writing it in the future)

They look so cute

Floored

Pairing: College student Han Jisung!xFemale Reader

Warning: pure fluff and one extremely flustered Quokka

Premise: When the overly flustered Jisung has a crush on you. Do you ignore it or fall with him?

word count: 4.5K

Authors notes: Not going to lie, I love me a flustered Han Jisung.

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“You do realize that boy is madly in love with you right?”  Changbin breaks you out of your concentration bubble, going over study material in your head as you wipe down tables. Your hand stils, peering over at him over your shoulder, standing behind the counter. He had been cleaning the desert bar behind you when you both had dropped into a comfortable silence. 

“Yes.” You turn to face him, arms crossed over your work apron, cloth in hand. “Wait, which one?”

“Are you implying there’s more then one?” He scoffs, eyes rolling away from you as he put down a cup he had finished drying.

“No, I’m just verifying that we are talking about the same person and I haven’t neglected to notice something” You shrug innocently. You had an idea of who he was talking about, only one person crossed your mind. Besides being Changbins coworker and bestfriend, it opened up your acquaintance pool quiet a bit, but it did make dating hard because people assumed you were taken. Much to your disgust.

“Jisung.” 

“Oh, then yes I have realized.” Tables now abandoned like his mug drying you saunter over to the cash counter, voice still filled with nonchalance. 

“Ok? And you have plans to do what about it?” Now someone was being too nosy for their own good. 

“No plans. I have no intentions to say anything.” Casually you wipe down the counter, moving over to him. 

“Come again?” Disbelief coats his voice. This catches your attention, seeing the genuine confusion on his face you feel a touch annoyed. So you huff at him.

“I’m not going to force him out. If he wants to tell me he can and if he doesn’t want to then that’s ok too.” 

Jisung tended to be really shy and jumpy around you. You had noticed it immediately, when it didnt subside like the others said it would you grew suspicious. So you kept an eye on him, doing things that may have been subtly accidental or maybe they werent exactly accidents, either way you would watch his reactions. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. He wasn’t a hard read. 

“But you at least have an answer?” Changbin still pushes

“More or less” You nod, pretending to drop deep in thought.

Now it was his turn to look annoyed, impatiently tsking at you “.......Are you going to tell me your answer?”

“No” You nonchalantly brush off, making your way past him into the back room.

“Ouch you’re gonna break our sungies heart” Feigning dramatics, he clutches his chest staggering slightly, but perfectly catching himself with his free arm on the counter. 

Stopping in the door way you laugh at his antics, shooting back a dramatic eye roll before clarifying. “No as in I’m not going to tell you.”

You throw the dirty cloth in your hand at his head, he barely catches it in him before it splats dirty water onto his face. You let the door swing shut behind you before receiving retaliation but ot soon enough kto not here him shout at you.

“Come on! Seriously?!” 

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“I know I won’t be able to reach the same bulk as Changbin, but at least my definition has improved.” Jeongin sighs, showing the picture on his phone of him and Changbin at the gym flexing to Minho and Jisung. “Thakfully he’s been alot of help.” 

“I think you’re making great progress, Innie.” Minho chimes, nodding in approval. “There’s no point in comparing.”

“True.” Pulling his phone back he begins to zoom out on the picture. 

“Wait!” Minho grabs Jeongin’s arm from receding, realizing himself that there is more to the picture. “Damn, I wasn’t expecting that.”

He chuckles as Jeongin pulls back “Right? You’d never know under those clothes huh?” 

“Under what clothes?” Jisung finally comes back into the conversation. He barely looked at the picture Jeongin showed before going back to the webtoon on his phone. 

“Don’t show him-” Minho tries too stop the youngest before he can fully turn his phone to Jisung. Ultimately failing.

A loud crash echos through the apartment. Jisung had not only caught a glimpse of the full photo, but upon doing so had lost the ability to to keep balance on the chair. Plummeting to the floor from the barstool he was sitting on. 

“You literally floored him, again.” Minho couldn’t help but laugh at his bestfriend. Clutching his stomach, he wiped his eyes from tears, before focusing his concern. “Are you ok Sungie?” 

“She’s not w-wearing a-a-a- shirrr” Jisung chokes from his harsh landing. Zooming out of the picture exposed that next to IN was you. You were also flexing as a joke, to make fun of the boys. More times than not they would drag you with them to the gym, normally in the middle of the night. 

In that particular picture you three had ended your weight training session and were getting ready to head home. So you were wearing black sweats that hung low on your hips along with your favourite sports bra and cap, sweat glistening off your body. It had been a really stressful day at the cafe and then with exams so to blow off steam you had mentioned that you were going. Which led the other two to coming with you. 

With Changbin being your bestfriend and Jeongin feeling like your younger brother, you felt comfortable to wear whatever you wanted around them. 

“She doesn’t normally wear a shirt when we work out. Just a sports bra and joggers or sometimes shorts.” The youngest smirks, he knows he provoking. This isn’t a version of you that the others normally got to see. 

“You’ve been seeing her this whole time like this and you didn’t tell me?!” Jisung groaned, remaining on the floor, holding his chest in mock pain. “I think I might pass out…”

“I’ve invited you before but you’re the one who said you couldn’t come.” Jeongin nonchalantly shrugs, eyes cast to him on the floor. “Always coming up with lame excuses.”

“What if she thinks I’m like super weak?! What if I embarrass myself…again?” 

“I’m pretty sure she won’t be surprised by it anymore. She must be used to it.” Minho snickers evily, giving Jisung a light tap with his foot. 

“How are you ever going to get anywhere with this crush if you wont hang out with her?” Jeongin pushes. “We all can be with her one on one but you.”

“It’s not that simple! I can’t just ask her to hang out now, she’d think it was weird.” 

Laying on his back on the floor staring at the texture on the ceiling he misses an evil smile appear on the youngests face, an idea emerging.

“...not just a crush…” He mumbles to himself, dread weighing him down. He had to be confident, he had to show you he wasn’t the weird, possibly creepy, clumsy friend. That he genuinely wanted to be around you, to get to know you. 

Maybe that was asking too much of his cowardess. Maybe he should stay here, on the floor.

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Somehow constantly keeping a cautious subtle eye on Jisung, had turned into you truly not being able to look away. When he was in his own world, muttering to himself, becoming flustered over his clumsiness, passionately talking about his music with the group, munching on his favourite snacks, he was beyond cute. There was something so endearing about him you couldn’t bring yourself to neglect. At that point you had slipped passed sneaking glances to full blown staring, not because you had to but because you wanted to. You wanted to keep looking at him all the time. 

Times he glanced at you and caught you, you had offered a soft smile and watched the blushing panic grow on his face. By the time you noticed what was happening you were too far gone, you had slowly, accidentally fallen for the cute quokka. 

But still, it looked like he was struggling around you. The last thing you wanted to do was overwhelm him. You wanted him to be brave and tell you about his crush so you could claim the same. You were afraid you might scare him away from you farther if you tried to approve, so you stayed casually in the same group but never having one on one. Unless he came in to sit at his usual corner table, with his cheesecake and iced americano, laptop infront of him and headphones on. Once again lost in his world. 

Just like he was today, right now. 

The cafe was slow, only an hour left until closing. There was currently 2 tables with a single person at them, giving you plenty of time to stare. You were at the counter refilling straws and stir sticks when you vaguely heard the chime of the front door. You were too distracted by the excitement sparkling his his eyes and the wide smile on his face. 

He claps for himself, clearly giddy with something he’s done. Realzing he’s created an outward fuss, his eyes widen darting around the cafe. His eyes lock on yours, somehow growing even wider then you thought possible. You give him a small wave, a small giggle leaving you. You’re too far for him to hear, not to mention his head phones, but the wave itself was clearly too much for him.

His hands fly up to cover his face, collapsing on the table infront of him. 

Ok, that you weren’t prepared for. He’d never actually hidden from you before. This time you cant stop the laugh that erupts, you’re head shaking at his ridiculously adorable reaction.

A harsh throat clearing breaks you out of your trance, startling you. You quickly look over at the order counter, heart racing, body ready for fight or flight reflexes, customer service smile plastered on your face. Trying to hide all traces of the almost heart attack. But you abandon that plan quickly when you see who is there.

“Couldn’t of found a nicer way to get my attention?” You shoot at them.

“I called your name 3 times Y/N.” Jeongin chortles. “Apparantly you had something important on your mind.” 

He glaces over, your eyes following his. By the time you look back to him he already staring you down, a smirk plastered on his face. You’ve definitely been caught. There’s no point in trying to hide it from the youngest, he’s always been too perceptive for his own good.

“You could say that.” You sigh, ignoring the look he's giving you. “The usual I’m guessing for the late night run?”

“Mhmmmmm.” 

You punch in his order in relative silence, it’s not until you start to make his order to go that he finally speaks. 

“There’s no way Ji would be able to see the heart eyes you’re ever so not subtly sending him, you however…… theres no way that you don’t see his crush on you.” He states matter-of-factly. 

You only nod and hum to in response, continue to keep your eyes down and hands busy.

“If that’s the case why don’t I jus-” 

“Innie.” You cut him off. “I don’t plan to tell anyone, and that includes Jisung.” 

Sighing you shake your head and turn away to grab his order packaging. He’s silent once again, this time only for a moment.

“Why not?”

You face him, all seriousness and honesty laid out. Only one person other than yourself will know. Not even Changbin.

“Even with my feelings for Jisung, you’ve seen how he reacts around me. He might have a crush, but he can’t even handle sitting next to me. If there’s a chance we end up just the two of us he finds any excuse to leave. If it’s just a crush I don’t want to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to.” You explain calmly.

“Y/N, I think there’s more to his feelings then you think.” Jeongin suggests, eyes almost pleading. “He struggles with self doubt and self worth sometimes.” 

“If he’s scared to be around me, how could he be with me?” You counter, eyebrow raising in question. 

Finishing to pack his order you look back to hand it over and see he is standing at Jisungs table talking. Jisung’s headphones are now off but he looks nervous as he chews on his bottom lip. Whatever they were discussing it made you uneasy. Before you could rationalize anything Jeongin was back infront of you, taking the bag out of your hands.

“Please tell me you didn’t tell him…” Your voice wavers, unsure if it was a good idea to tell him anything. Too self aware to look at Jisung now, if the youngest mentioned anything, there goes any attempt to get closer to the jumpy quokka. 

“No, I didn’t and I won’t.” He expresses genuinely concerned. You exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “On one condition.” 

“What do you want you evil steamed roll?” You should have seen that coming. 

“You, me and Jisung are going to the movies tomorrow night. You have the night off- Changbin told me. Ji and I are already going, everyone else is busy.” He’s too cheerful in his response. Making you feel highly suspicious.

You weigh your options. On one hand, you had no idea what Jeongin had planned in his diabolical brain, which knowing him…you might need to be scared. On the other hand, you could possibly get closer to Jisung if he could relax around you in a smaller group.

“Promise to keep this between us then?” 

“Yep. As long as you come!” He exclaims excitedly, but still firm in your part of the deal.

“Ok, fine.” You concede. 

Really, what was he planning?

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“And here I thought I was early.” You chuckle as you approach Jisung standing just inside the entrance of the theatre. He looked slightly nervous when you noticed him from afar, his eyes glued to his phone in his hands. His fingers rapidly typing away unbeknownst to him you had arrived. 

He jumps at the sound of your voice, wide eyes shoot up to meet with yours. He flinches again when he realizes how close you’re standing to him. 

“Y/N! You’re h-here!” He sputters taking a step away from you. You pretend his obvious recoil doesn’t feel like a punch in the gut. Knowing that he had a crush on you didn’t stop the tinge of heartbreak that crushed your lingering hope, by his reactions. But that would never mean you’d want him to know how much it hurt. 

You smile softly at him, faking obliviousness. “Yep. Is Innie here too?” 

You scan the crowd to see if you could find the youngest of your trio. You don’t see him lingering anywhere, but a mumble of a noise from the other jostled your focus back to him. He had his phone held out for you to see, his face slowly turning a shade of pink. You lean closer to get a better look at it but you notice his hand shaking. 

Without thinking you reach out to grasp his hand, keeping him and his phone steady. You hear a squeak escape him, you ignore the panic rise in you slightly as you register what you’ve done. Instead you focus on the phone:

“Ah…” You want to throttle this bread boy. You steady your breath as you can feel your heart rate increase. Eyes lifting up to now look at Jisung, the pink on his cheeks and neck now a slightly darker shade. Even in the dim lights of the foye can’t hide the colour. “He’s sending the tickets?” 

You slowly drop his hand as to not startle him. 

“....yea….” He avoids eye contact with you, looking over to the box office, chewing on his bottom lip. 

It gives you a moment to really look at him. He’s now holding the hand that you had close to his body, his other hand encasing it. If you hadn’t known what just happened you would say it almost look like he’s protecting it. His shoulders are stiff, and by the way his chest is moving he’s doing some deep breathing. His big eyes look slightly dazed with his pupils dilated, making his eyes shimmer in the led screen light. His light blueish grey ripped jeans with a slightly too big for him cream sweater and his iconic platform converse. 

How could one man look so cuddly and beautiful all in one. You fight back a coo, not letting yourself get drawn in further to his adorableness. 

“Then,” You snatch his attention back to you. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to speak. “How about we use them? I’m free. We could pick a movie together?”

This was it. This was you throwing your lifeline. You wanted him to take it, to accept your invitation for just the two of you. One nonchalant question would show you which way you would fall. Farther in love with him, or down the hill to heartbreak. 

You held your breath waiting for him to respond. You could see his thoughts swimming behind his eyes. As much as you were afraid, you couldn’t look away from him. 

“I’m free…” He whispers, finally breaking your inner turmoil. 

A heart stuttering, genuine smile breaks out on your face. Falling in it is. 

“Lets’s go!”

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After managing to agree on which movie to watch you had mentioned needing the washroom. You hadn’t been to this particular theatre before and somehow Jisun seemed to know that too. He had walked you over to the washroom, letting you know he was going to go buy snacks at the concession. He didn’t ask you what you wanted before he hurriedly walked off. 

You smiled as you watched him dash through the crowds that began to form. You quickly enter the washroom, not wanting to keep him waiting. You were buzzing with excitement, never in a million years did you actually think you’d be ‘alone’ with Jisung. Yes it was in public but still. 

Upon exiting the washroom you head over to the concession. At first you don’t really see him, until you scan towards the straw dispenser counter. You watch as you see him cram a bag of your favourite candy into his pocket, he has two large popcorns and two drinks with him. Baffled you have no idea how he would have gotten them there. Imagining him adorably struggling another smile creeps onto your face. At this point there’s almost nothing he can do that isn’t endearing to you. 

If this was all you could have, if this was as close as you could get to him… then you would be happy with just this. You were confident in yourself, there’s no doubt about that, but when it came to him you always seemed to falter. Maybe that wasn’t the best habit you’ve formed. Staring at Jisung made you unaware of your surroundings. 

“What’s a lady like you doing here all alone?” A voice grates on your ear drums. Leaving an uncomfortable shudder steeled into your skin. You don’t bother to hide the annoyance on your face when you look away from him and to the new figure standing uncomfortably close to you.

“Not alone.” You voice void of emotions, two men leering over you from either side. You give them a once over. Sure, in most cases they could be considered attractive. Attractive as the next person, but just because they had a decent face didn’t mean you’d be interested. 

“Here with friends then?” The other males voice was just as unpleasant. 

A friend? You couldnt help the shy smile from forming on your lips when thinking of Jisung. 

“Kind of.” Giggling you looked back up to where Jisung was. He was still there, however he looked almost uncomfortable, but it was hard to tell at this distance. His hand scratching the back of his head as he stared intently on all the items he bought. 

“That guy?” One of them scoffed. 

Your blood began to boil, searing at his implication. 

“You wanna come with us? I promise it’ll be a better time than hanging with that guy.” 

Now it was your turn to scoff. You laugh at their cockiness before waving them away stepping towards Jisung. 

“Nobody beats my quokka.” You smile brightly over your shoulder. Leaving them confused and rejected behind you. 

“Need help?” You chuckle upon reaching Jisung at the counter. 

“Uh, yea…” He won’t look at you, but he has a solem look on his face. You’d seen it before, but you had never been able to place why it had appeared on him before.

“You ok?” Genuine concern swims in your words. He looks briefly over your shoulder before looking back at the popcorn. 

“Those guys…” His voice comes out small, scared even.

“They were hitting on me, wanting me to go with them. I said no.” You shrug. You didn’t like lying and you absolutely wont lie to him. 

“But they are attractive.” He mutters. Jeongin’s voice of jisung being insecure rings through your mind. It may not have been a big deal to you, but clearly it may be a big issue for Jisung. 

“I’d rather be here with you.” You tell him straight forwardly, eyes locking with his trying to prove your sincerity. 

“Let’s go, I want to see the trailers.” Picking up a popcorn and a drink you, nod at him to pick up the remaining. His plush lips finally forming a smile, finally he was smiling. 

“Yea, ok.” 

You make your way with him next to you into the theatre and pick your seats. He hands you the candy from his pocket and your straw. You watch him take a sip of his drink, a thought pops in your head.

“Oh and I was going to ask, what does a cupcake emoji mean?” 

He chokes on his drink, hysterically coughing to clear his airways. In shock you rub his back to try to help. 

All you hear is a “Uuuuuuh,” before the lights darken and he sinks into his seat. The trailers start rolling. 

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“You dont understand!” Jisung whines dramatically, falling onto the couch at IN’s place. “They were buff and super handsome, definitely older. They must have been like the perfect catch! Someone worth being near her. BUT she said she would rather be there with me! WITH ME!” 

Minho chuckles at him, shoving him off the couch onto the floor. 

“Stay down there, it’s where you belong.” 

Jisung had called an emergency meeting the day after his ‘date’ not date with you. Jeongin had suggested they meet at his place, he insisted Jisung bring him food as a thank you for bailing on the movie.

Propping his head on the couch seat, body draped on the floor Jisung continued his rambles.

“She’s just so beautiful and smart AND FUNNY! How can one person be so amazing?” 

“Well if you actually would spend time alone with her you’d get to see even more of it.” Jeongin reprimends, setting drinks on his coffee table. 

“I know, I know. I just get so in my head when she’s around. My thoughts are a cluster of all my feelings and my mouth doesnt react.” He flops back down fully to the floor. 

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You quietly saunter towards the bedroom door. You had locked yourself out of your apartment and had been waiting for a call from your landlord when Jeongin had messaged you about coming over. You had worked the early morning shift this morning and you said you would agree if you could take a nap. 

Upon hearing a commotion in the living room you begrudgingly rolled out of Jeongin’s bed to go take a look. You hear Jisungs voice before you see him.

“When she first joined our group she was like this amazingly beautiful being. Like a goddess. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was just so pretty. Whether she was working or studying or singing karaoke or even goofing around with Changbin and Chan. I realized she was goofy, she was confident but funny. She always had a genuine smile when she enjoyed herself and when she was happy her eyes would sparkle.”

Your breath stuttered. His words sinking into every inch of your heart. His true feelings for you.

“But I felt like she forced herself to smile at me sometimes, you know? Maybe she knew I was always staring and she thought it was creepy. I felt so guilty, I tried to stop looking at her. Then there was that time she was helping us study and I realized just how smart she was and dedicated! When Seungmin broke his leg and couldnt go to class, she made him extra notes to help him. She didn't want him to fall behind because it would wreck his everage, she knew how hard he worked for his scholarship. She’s attentive, she’s caring, she’s….she’s… everything.”

His words to describe you were probably the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. No one had ever talked about you like that before. 

“If I fall anymore in love with her, I’ll fall off the face of the earth.” 

You peek around the corner that conceals you, Jeongin is already staring at your direction. Jisung laying on his back on the floor staring at the ceiling. Minho keeping an eye on his friends meltdown. 

“You’d have to be able to tell her how you feel first.” Minho sighs, knowing his friend is too nervous around you. 

“Or you can ask her right now.” Jeongin laughs, still looking at you. He planned this. This evil conniving wet bread planned to have you overhear. 

“Huh?” Jisung sits up abruptly from his spot, eyes panicked as he looks to where Jeongin is watching. 

He makes a gargled noise and falls back to the floor when you step out for them to see you. 

“This is our que to leave you two alone. Minho why don’t you join me in my room to look at the new system I bought?” Jeongin stands, gesturing to the other.

“Sounds like a good idea. Now’s the time Ji, good luck.” He pats Jisung on the leg before walking away with the the youngest. 

“Jisung..?” You try, coming closer to him. His eyes now shut, his face completely red. “Jisung, listen,”

You take one final deep breath before continuing. Steeling yourself for any reaction he might have.

“I can either say I didn’t hear anything and we can pretend this never happened or…”

You pause, siting next to him on the floor, legs crossed, finger stretching out to poke his soft cheek. Him whimpering in response. 

“Or You can say that all again to my face and then we can discuss us.” 

“U-us..?” He flings himself upright, almost knocking into you. You laugh at his excitement. 

“Only if you want there to be, because I’d really like there to be.” 

“Yes. Yes. YES.” He abruptly, but confidently takes your hand in his. Constantly repeating a mantra of yes’. 

Maybe falling wasn’t too bad in the end, especially since you both landed together. On the Floor.

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Life will get hard and you'll feel like giving up but always be kind to yourself. Remember none of us are perfect, we all make mistakes. Some big, some small. But no matter what, you should never give up on yourself.

“Be nice to yourself. It is hard to be happy when someone is being mean to you all the time.”

— Christine Arylo

when the morning comes

— summary: it’s not always the easiest when it comes to waking up and having to leave you but even then, you make every moment worth it all

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, mafia!au

— word count: 2.7k

— warnings: none

— a/n: hope you like

When the alarm rings softly on the nightstand, vibrating and buzzing and Namjoon lets out an annoyed groan as he reaches out to shut the phone off, Taehyung doesn’t hear it.

Even as the rest of them groans awake and makes shifting movements on the bed, he’s still peacefully sleeping with you held in his arms.

He only understands that dawn is ready to come when you move around in his arms, shuffling closer, hating the warmth already leaving from the comfort of the bed, and holds him tighter.

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