Yakuly - Yakully

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Squish...

❤️ Capítulo: Squish...

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❤️ Palavras: 1.223

❤️ Avisos: Relacionamento abusivo, marido tóxico, briga, Xingamentos, menção de sexo, assassinato, facada sangue, morte.

❤️N/A: (1) Bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite! Como vão? Bom, eu não sei se alguém sentiu falta, mas quero me desculpar por não ter postado semana passada 😬, mas foi por um motivo nobre (era semana de prova final, e terça era o último dia que tinha pra estudar, para economia - que eu nem preciso dizer que sou péssima), mas tudo bem, deu certo e passei na matéria 🥳.

(2) Eu sei que é bem óbvio que todos os capítulos da história são de temas pesados, mas acredito que esse aqui em específico é o pior. Então se você passa por algum tipo de situação assim, e não se sente confortável, não leia (os capítulos são independentes), e por favor, peça ajuda a quem pode ajudar! E se não se sente confortável em uma maneira geral, não leia.

❤️ Boa leitura!

Nunca pude reclamar do meu marido, Wilbur. Quando nos conhecemos ele fez fogos de artifício se explodirem dentro de mim, e um jardim de flores brotar no meu coração. Ele era simplesmente o homem mais bem educado, respeitoso e amoroso que já vi.

Wilbur Akello me cortejou por meses, conheceu minha família, me fez conhecer o amor e sua face mais bonita... e então, sua face mais horrorosa.

Squish...

A primeira vez em que sentiu ciúmes, eu estava conversando com um colega de trabalho, e ri de uma de suas piadas. Aparentemente para Wilbur, eu estava me oferecendo para ele, e aquilo era inaceitável. Então ele me bateu. (Mais tarde naquela noite, Wilbur chorou arrependido, me abraçou e pediu mil desculpas, e eu, o perdoei, afinal, ele estava com ciúmes, pois se importa com nossa relação, se importava comigo, e isso era tudo o que eu precisava).

A segunda vez, foi quando ele jurou que pisquei para nosso novo vizinho, quando na verdade, tentei piscar um cisco pra fora do meu olho. E então ele fez um jantar com um pedido de desculpas, e eu, o perdoei.

No primeiro mês, perdi a conta de quantos presentes e jantares de desculpa recebi (na verdade, parei de contar no vigésimo quinto). Passei a gastar mais com maquiagem e a usar roupas que de alguma forma cobrissem mais pele. Mas ninguém pareceu notar, felizmente.

Squish...

Por duas semanas, estava tudo tão bom, que pensei que ele estivesse me traindo, e fui fazer uma surpresa em seu trabalho. Nesse dia, acabamos almoçando juntos em sua sala, sob persianas fechadas e janelas abertas para a luz solar, em um belo piquenique falso. E depois disso ele me comeu na sua mesa de trabalho, como se eu fosse sua sobremesa favorita.

Eu pensei mesmo que estava finalmente tudo muito bem. Parecia que tínhamos voltado ao início do nosso relacionamento, onde éramos nós dois em um eterno êxtase amoroso.

Então, um dia após minha surpresa, decidi que Wilbur merecia um jantar especial. Então fui ao mercado, comprei tudo o que era preciso e cronometrei o tempo exato do leiteiro chegar, para poder adicionar o leite fresco à receita.

Coloquei o frango no forno, e estava cortando os legumes quando Wilbur chegou. Ele estava sorrindo, com o rosto iluminando como o sol, extremamente lindo.

"Boa noite meu amor" no comprimento quando ele se escora no batente da porta, desviando o olhar da faca rapidamente, por isso não vi seu olhar diferente em minha direção.

"Está falando comigo?" Sua voz parecia calma, então apenas ri fraco do que acreditei ser brincadeira, e respondi: "sim, meu amor. Quem mais poderia ser?"

Dessa vez paro o que estou fazendo para poder ver sua figura se posicionando a minha frente no balcão. Quando o fiz, me arrependi instantaneamente.

Squish...

Wilbur me encarava com aqueles olhos que a tempos não via, com o olhar que me faz temer por cada segundo da minha vida. Um olhar que me garante que posso morrer a qualquer momento.

O arrepio que subiu por minha espinha já é muito íntimo, e eu fui tola por acreditar que nunca mais o sentiria.

"Não sei, você quem deve me dizer, vadia" Wilbur praticamente cospe as palavras nos vegetais que cortava. Ele estava começando a se exaltar, e se eu não fizesse algo para no mínimo desacelerar isso, não sei o que pode acontecer.

"Wilbur, por favor, você sabe que é o único homem que eu amo!" Sorrio pra passar a ideia de esposa intensamente apaixonada, e não a de esposa intensamente pavorosa. Não funcionou.

Squish...

"Sei? Acha que não sei o que estou fazendo?" Os primeiros botões de sua camisa se foram, e sua voz estava ficando ainda mais baixa, para os vizinhos não ouvirem. "Está mais carinhosa, fazendo visitas surpresas no trabalho, cozinhando meu prato favorito..."

Olho para ele tentando pensar rápido, tentando não morrer hoje. Então o deixo bravejar o quanto ser uma boa esposa, é na verdade ser uma esposa adúltera.

"Eu te vi com o leiteiro hoje. Acha que eu sou cego? Acha que pode foder com o leiteiro bem de baixo do meu nariz que não vou ver?!" Seu tom de voz aumentou, e pela primeira vez ele estava gritando.

Squish...

Me manter calada parece não ter o deixado mais tranquilo, então ele finalmente vem pra cima de mim, como nas últimas vezes.

Fecho meus olhos e escuto uma ligada de ar sair por sua boca, e quando o olho, seus olhos estão esbugalhados, e suas sobrancelhas juntas em confusão.

Olhamos pra onde nossos corpos se conectam, e vemos minha faca de legumes enfiada em seu abdômen e o sangue começando a pingar no chão.

Squish...

De repente o alívio de não morrer, e a adrenalina me deram uma confiança mortal.

"Eu não te traí..." digo sorrindo ao torcer a faca em seus órgãos internos "...e nunca traí".

Retiro a arma e a enfio novamente em sua barriga "não dormi com o leiteiro" retiro e enfio mais uma vez "não dormi com meu colega" retiro e a enfio de novo em outro lugar "nunca nem olhei pro nosso vizinho" o espeto mais uma vez, "o carteiro? Não", sorrio e mudo a direção da faca antes de a inserir em seu tórax "seu melhor amigo? A mulher dele me dava mais tesão que ele", sorri vendo o choque preencher sua cara já pálida, mas pouco me importei e continuei com a lista, sempre trocando as facadas de lugar, em seu corpo no chão, molhando não só o piso mas também a mim e minhas roupas com seu sangue imundo. "O vendedor de sapatos? o atendente de lanchonete? Jura?!"

Seguro o rosto de Wilbur com minha mão vazia, ensanguentado seu rosto com seu próprio sangue, e fazendo com que tenha alguma cor nele mais uma vez. Sorrio e faço questão de falar em seu ouvido, para que essa seja a última coisa que ele escute antes de morrer:

"Mas me arrependo de não ter fodido seu irmão na nossa cama quando ele propôs, mas não se preocupe, sei que ele vai dar conta do que você nunca conseguiu!"

E com um golpe final enfio a faca em seu peito acabando com tudo de uma vez.

Squish...

[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]

Nós já vamos começar...

Minha comida tava boa?!

Acho que isso não vem ao caso agora, senhorita.

Jura?! Por que eu acho que tenho todo o tempo do mundo, e me dediquei a aquele jantar... então....

Nós não comemos sua comida, mas como pode imaginar, seu frango parecia passado.

[A ré revira os olhos]

Senhorita, seu nome, por favor.

Song Yuqi.

Quantos anos?

22.

Por que a senhora foi presa?

Ou era ele, ou eu. Tive que fazer uma escolha.

Senhorita Song, essa não é a resposta correta. Deve nos contar por que está sendo presa.

Por que vocês jamais me ajudaram todos esses anos que precisei, quando ele me batia por nada, e aí ele cai na faca, e sou presa?!

A senhorita está dizendo que ele caiu na sua faca?

Sim, 10 vezes. Ele era meio burro

Qual a motivação da senhora?

Ele me espancou por anos a fio, e se eu não desse um fim agora, eu estaria morta!

Tá, vamos acabar logo com isso, como a senhora de declara?

Abusada. Ofendida. Agredida. Culpada inocentemente.

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Squish...

❤️ Chapter: Squish...

❤️ Words: 1.223

❤️ Warnings: Abusive relationship, toxic relationships, fight, cursing, mention of sex, murder, stab, blood, death

❤️ A/N: (1) Good morning Good afternoon Good night! How are you? Well, I don't know if anyone missed it, but I want to apologize for not posting last week 😬, but it was for a noble reason (it was final exam week, and Tuesday was the last day I had to study, for economics - which I don't even need to say that I suck), but that's ok, it worked and I passed the subject Yay 🥳

(2) I know it's pretty obvious that all chapters in the story are heavily themed, but I think this one in particular is the worst. So if you go through some kind of situation like this, and you don't feel comfortable, don't read (the chapters are independent), and please ask for help from those who can help! And if you don't feel comfortable in general, don't read.

I could never complain about my husband, Wilbur. When we first met, he made fireworks explode inside of me, and a flower garden sprouted in my heart. He was simply the most polite, respectful and loving man I have ever seen.

Wilbur Akello courted me for months, met my family, introduced me to love and its most beautiful face... and then, its most hideous face.

Squish...

The first time he felt jealous, I was talking to a coworker, and I laughed at one of his jokes. Apparently for Wilbur, I was offering myself to him, and that was unacceptable. Then he hit me. (Later that night, Wilbur cried sorry, hugged me and apologized, and I forgave him, after all, he was jealous, because he cares about our relationship, he cared about me, and that was all I needed) .

The second time was when he swore I winked at our new neighbor when in fact I tried to blink a speck out of my eye. And then he made dinner with an apology, and I forgave him.

In the first month, I lost the count of how many apology gifts and dinners I received (in fact, I stopped counting by the twenty-fifth). I started spending more on makeup and wearing clothes that somehow covered more skin. But nobody seemed to notice, thankfully.

Squish...

For two weeks, everything was so good, I thought he was cheating on me, and I went to surprise him at work. That day, we ended up having lunch together in his living room, under closed blinds and windows open for sunlight, on a nice mock picnic. And after that he ate me at his desk like I was his favorite dessert.

I really thought that everything was finally fine. It felt like we'd gone back to the beginning of our relationship, where it was the two of us in an eternal love ecstasy.

So the day after my surprise, I decided that Wilbur deserved a special dinner. So I went to the market, bought everything I needed, and timed the exact time for the milkman to arrive so I could add the fresh milk to the recipe.

I put the chicken in the oven and was chopping up the vegetables when Wilbur arrived. He was smiling, his face lighting up like the sun, extremely handsome.

"Good night my love" at his greeting, he leans against the doorframe, looking away from the knife quickly, so I didn't see his different look in my direction.

"Are you talking to me?" His voice seemed calm, so I just laughed weakly at what I believed to be a joke, and I replied: "yes, my love. Who else could it be?"

This time I stop what I'm doing so I can see his figure positioning himself in front of me on the counter. But I instantly regretted it when I did it.

Squish...

Wilbur was looking at me with those eyes I haven't seen in a while, with the look that makes me fear for every second of my life. A look that assures me I could die at any moment.

The shiver that crept up my spine is already too intimate, and I was foolish to believe I would never feel it again.

"I don't know, you're supposed to tell me, bitch" Wilbur practically spits the words into the vegetables I was chopping. He was starting to get worked up, and if I didn't do something to at least slow that down, I don't know what would happen.

"Wilbur, please, you know you're the only man I love!" I smile to convey the idea of ​​an intensely passionate wife, not an intensely dreadful wife. Did not work.

Squish...

Keeping me quiet doesn't seem to have made him feel any better, so he finally comes at me, like he has the last few times.

I close my eyes and hear a huff of air out of his mouth, and when I look up at him, his eyes are wide, and his brows are drawn together in confusion.

We look to where our bodies connect, and see my veggie knife stuck in her abdomen and blood starting to drip onto the floor.

Squish...

Suddenly the relief of not dying, and the adrenaline gave me deadly confidence.

"I didn't cheat on you" I said smiling as I twist the knife into her internal organs "and I never did".

I pull the knife out and stick it back in her belly "I didn't sleep with the milkman" I pull it out and stick it in again "I didn't sleep with my roommate" I pull it out and stick it again somewhere else "I never even looked at our neighbor" the skewer more once, "the postman? No", I smile and change the direction of the knife before inserting it into his chest "your best friend? His wife gave me more horny than him", I smile seeing the shock fill his already pale face, but I didn't care and continued with the list, always changing the place of the stab wounds, on his body on the floor, wetting not only the floor but also me and my clothes with his filthy blood. "The shoe salesman? The cafeteria attendant? Really?!"

I cup Wilbur's face in my empty hand, bloodying his face with his own blood, and getting some color in it once more. I smile and make a point of speaking in his ear, so that this is the last thing he hears before he dies:

"But I regret not fucking your brother in our bed when he proposed, but don't worry, I know he'll take care of what you never got!"

And with a final blow, I thrust the knife into his chest, ending everything at once.

Squish...

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

We're about to start...

Was my food good?!

I don't think that's the point now, miss.

Really?! Because I think I have all the time in the world, and I worked really hard for that dinner... so...

We didn't ate your food, but as you can imagine, his chicken was pasty.

[The defendant rolls her eyes]

Miss, your name, please.

Song Yuqi.

How old?

22.

Why were you arrested?

It was either him or me. I had to make a choice.

Miss Song, this is not the correct answer. You must tell us why you are being arrested.

Because you would never help me, after all these years I needed i. When he beat me up for nothing, and then he falls under the knife, and I'm arrested?!

Are you saying he fell on your knife?

Yes, 10 times. he was kinda dumb

What's your motivation?

He beat me up for years on end, and if I didn't end it now, I would be dead!

Okay, let's get this over with, as you say?

Abused. Offended. Assaulted. Innocently guilty.

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Kim HongJoong

Despite the expectation that you are something old inside him, Kim promised that he would not 'put his feet in his hands', given that he took the courage to declare himself a short time ago, and was hoping for a little bit from you and not scare you.

  Therefore, his visits to the studio became even more habitual, as he called it, since he did not feel that he had anything to lose. But Hongjoong began to feel even less in control of his impulses. And that's when it happened.

  You had to make one of his nightly visits and spend time with him. Both of you talked in your day, and he knew made of you - to show you a song about you, for you. And as he listened to the boy's words about how he was seeing, he felt his heart beat faster and he couldn't control his eyes from watering. Without realizing it, his hand, which was intertwined with the brunette's, was squeezing it, and he remained in his place, until the sound ended.

 Facing each other, it was impossible not to get lost in their eyes, and not notice that the feeling was pure and mutual. They took her free hand, then caressed her face.

    "I promised to take your time…but can I kiss you?" and it was with a "yes" that he didn't wait for, but nothing advanced on her lips in a sweet intense kiss.

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Park Seonghwa

It was her fourth straight date with the guy, and you couldn't deny that she was having the best week of her life. They went to dinners, picnics, a street fair, museums... and the brunette was always very kind and affectionate with you. But it was almost impossible not to think a little more about the situation.

  Of course, you guys were dating for a few days, but you already talked for many more, and you always made it clear your interest in the guy, and why not? Seonghwa is a handsome, kind, good-natured man, and he seemed to fit in very well with his tastes, wants and dreams... but why hadn't they kissed yet?

  After another amazing night where she was taken to the movies and then to dinner, Park left you - in her own words - "completely entire and safe" at home, but they still couldn't say goodbye properly to each other, always coming up with something. another topic for their conversation.

    “Thank you so much, you definitely made my week better” you confess after the laughter subsided and you couldn't stop staring at each other, still with a drunken smile.

  "You don't know how I've come to look forward to our dates..." he admits too, both of them grinning. That's when the question pops into your mind, but in shame, you quickly try to push it away. But I didn't count on Seonghwa knowing you well enough to know that something happened. "Everything is fine?" His tone is gentle, breaking you once again.

   With a shake of your head, you brushed off the conversation, asking about your plans for the next day, and if he didn't really believe you, he didn't say anything.

 A few minutes later — after a worried message from Hongjoong — it became clear that they really needed to say goodbye to each other. Then at the time of the goodbye – definitive – Seonghwa approached slowly, holding her face with both hands. As they got closer, it became more difficult to breathe, and you must have imagined that you could hear your heart beating inside your rib cage. The perfume Park wore, its gentle touch on her skin, it all became so intense that her eyes closed in anticipation of what came next.

  And when he felt Seonghwa's lips on his forehead, he didn't know what else to do. He was being the perfect gentleman, everything felt so magical and perfect…why haven't they kissed yet? Did he feel no attraction? Didn't he want her the same way, and therefore didn't know how to get the hell out of there?

  Your thoughts were racing, thinking about all the bad scenarios between you and Seonghwa when you suddenly felt your lips being touched by his. It was then that he felt all the butterflies in his stomach, all the thoughts fled, and there was nothing left but him. Nothing but Park Seonghwa.

Jeong Yunho

He's just perfect. Tall, handsome, polite, talented, cute, funny, and your best friend. How lucky, huh?! Having the perfect person for you right by your side, but at the same time you can't really have him...

  But there you were, trying to get over him, dating yet another guy, dating yet another guy you met, but you couldn't get your best friend out of your head. Come on, don't be so unfair... Han Jisung is also nice, he's cute, he's funny... but not like Yunho. You start mentally arguing with yourself as you watched Jisung buy you two ice creams as it was a beautiful summer day in Korea.

  When the guy returns with his desserts, he looks very happy, and you've tried to imitate the happiness in his smile, probably failing a little. But soon she found herself really excited, with the conversation they started to have. And for a few minutes you forgot about your best friend...until you saw him standing right there in front of you.

The three stare at each other for a few seconds before coming back to reality. You knew it wasn't wrong to go out with other guys, you didn't date Yunho, but why did it look like you just got caught cheating on him?

  Why was he feeling betrayed? And worse, for you? Jeong Yunho knew he wasn't your boyfriend, so why seeing you there with an acquaintance of his, having fun and smiling made your heart race the wrong way?

  You two were very obvious, for anyone who saw you, even in the situation now, would know that something was going on between the two of you, and Jisung might not think he was very smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He knew right away that he shouldn't be there.

       “Hey! I didn't know they were here...” Yunho is the first to comment as they approach. His smile is fake, you know, and it doesn't help when he can't get a good look at you.

   "Yeah, we thought it was a good day for ice cream..." Jisung replies pointing to the sky, since his throat couldn't seem to produce a single sound. The brunette next to him sighs, knowing that it's not fair to any of the three of them to continue with this situation “Well, Y/n thanks for the tips with Yeji, I think it's time for me to go put them into practice...”

   His head turns so hard and fast it almost makes you dizzy, what is he doing? And since she was looking at him confused, she couldn't see the glint of hope growing in her best friend's eyes. Leaving the scene, Jisung winks at you, indicating the boy now beside him, and then waits for him to move a little further away.

  "So Yeji..." is what the boy says, nudging you with his shoulders, and you laugh weakly repeating his words "I confess I thought you were hanging out."

  "Why? Does that bother you?" You decided to test the limits, since Jisung couldn't have gone out like that for nothing, right? That was a sign, right?

   “Yes” Yunho decides to vent, after all, seeing you there with someone different was a sign, wasn't it? A sign that he could lose you if you didn't do the right thing? The two stop walking and stand facing each other, thoughts racing, imagining what could happen at any moment. "I...I..." Yunho starts to stutter, and you're afraid of what he's going to say, and you do the most impulsive and risky thing you could possibly do.

  All Yunho knows is that one minute he's in front of her trying to confess, and the next, their lips are touching. Blinking a few times, the blonde begins to understand the situation, and surrenders.

  Despite having dreamed several times, she never thought that she could really be glued to Yunho's body, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling you closer, in the most sincere declaration of love... and yet, here you are.

Kang Yeosang

  Wooyoung is a sweetheart. He's a cute boy, kind, funny, and a little too provocative. And of course he wasn't going to leave you out of his pranks. In fact, you were its biggest victim. But the brunette's banter got a little more intense when a mutual friend between you, Yeosang, was around.

  Woo has known him for a long time, and you've known him since wooyoung dragged you to a party. The two were sitting in a corner, with their drinks, and looking bored (since luckily for you, both cell phones also ran out of batteries -Yay!) until the dark, completely drunk sat between you, hugging you. at the same time.

 From then on, where one was, Wooyoung dragged the other. Such behavior caused an involuntary and uncontrollable feeling to arise in you, and as much as you tried to hide it, you couldn't hide anything from your best friend, who on his own decided that he would put the two together.

 And here we are again, in a karaoke bar, sitting next to the blond boy as they watched wooyoung and a few more friends singing to the crowd there. Perhaps the alcohol was starting to take its toll on you, for an impressive courage took hold of you, and your eyes never left the profile of the boy beside you. The rest of the boys probably noticed, since you probably had the famous “heart eyes” from the dramas. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was watch Yeosang.

 "Are you okay?" The boy's low voice almost startled you, as he didn't turn his face to face you, but leaned back in his chair, looking at you. You noticed a flush in his cheek, but figured the drinking was starting to affect him too.

 Fortunately, the little sanity she had left, made her realize that she couldn't face him anymore, so she just nodded, and turned her head forward, surprising herself with everyone else on the stage, conflicting for a microphone before the music started.

  When Psy's “Daddy” started playing, everyone got into the choreography, really fast, and in a really funny way. She was so engrossed in their performance that she barely noticed when Yeosang approached, putting her arm on the back of her chair.

  In a few seconds of courage, also gifted by the drink, Kang touched your cheek, sliding his fingers up to your chin, lightly guiding him towards him, to face him.

 Yeosang's pretty face, had an even prettier smile, and he couldn't believe what he was doing, closing his eyes, and touching his mouth with his, so lightly that he did.

Choi San

 Saturday nights tend to mean big nights for young people just like you. Well, for you, this Saturday night was still special, there's only one small detail: you're going to do the laundry.

 It may seem silly to anyone, but the point is that maybe, you've never washed clothes before, let alone in a community laundry, and even less in the city you're new to. Of course, moving to Seoul had its benefits, but understanding how the city works is still a detail to work on.

 Some of those benefits came in human form... 8 human forms, in fact. After meeting a group of friends in college, who practically adopted you, living in an unknown place became less complicated and lonely. And since they are good and charitable souls, one of them decided that it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to give up going out on Saturday night.

 So here we are, you and Choi San alone with a big pile of dirty laundry to do. The man calmly explained to you about each cycle, water levels, types of fabrics, and the best way to sort your clothes, but all your mind could focus on was the way his eyes seemed to glow in the horrible light of the place. or else how his lips made a slight pout when he spoke a few words

 "And you're not hearing half of what I'm saying..." the brunette laughs when a question he asks doesn't get an answer other than one you staring at him. San smiles slightly embarrassed as you blink trying to come back to reality.

 "Sorry, I'd better get a cart to put this on..." you smile weakly, moving away from the boy as quickly as possible. You don't know what came over you, of course San is a handsome man, you're not blind or stupid to deny it, but since when do you face a friend of yours like that?

 As you lost yourself once more in your own head, you could barely understand the woman who took the cart from his hands. Shocked by such audacity, she held him tighter, drawing the lady's attention, who just disdained what she said, mocking her lines. “Shouldn’t have left it there then, young lady”

   "What?! I’m literally holding him...” the lady then started to pull the cart, but you were still firm in not letting her win this little dispute. Across the laundry room, San watched you, worried about letting you win your first laundry fight, but ready to step in at any moment.

  "Alright, if you want the stroller so bad..." You started to speak, hardly believing what you were going to do next, "You're going to have to take me with it!" Quickly moving one leg and then the other, you were sitting inside the cart, facing the lady who was perplexed. It didn't take more than two seconds for her to roll her eyes, and give up the conflict.

 "Very good!" Choi San emerged smiling, completely happy with her accomplishment, and for some reason you were proud of yourself. Both were grinning from ear to ear, euphoric with the situation. San approached you while still in the cart, praising you, while you barely processed that you not only won the argument, but also that San's face was very, very close to yours.

  Until, in a quick and as simple as natural, his lips touched San's for a millisecond, before the two walked away surprised and hearts pounding in their chests. The excuses start pouring out, and then you don't know if your night could get worse or more humiliating, when suddenly San's lips are glued to yours again, but intentionally.

Song Mingi

You hadn't planned to go out, exactly. But somehow they found each other and didn't let go during the day, and they couldn't get enough of each other.

 It's a cold day in the Korean winter, and they were both feeling the icy wind enter through their thousands of clothes, which now proved not so effective, and to help their luck, all the restaurants where not only the food, but also as all the hot air was, they kept incredibly full. In one of them, you were barely able to get through the door, which was shocking, this has never happened before.

  But hunger was squeezing the two of them, and against all their wills, they saw no other way out than to buy two portions of Tteokbokki to eat together. But there was only one small detail: they would be forced to take off their warm gloves. But it's okay, it's okay, you guys had some little bellies to warm up.

  And there you two were, sitting side by side on a lost bench on the sidewalk, knees rubbing, conversation being thrown away, the tteokbokki was gone, but it took you a while to notice, thus causing incredibly cold hands.

 When Mingi noticed the cold that seemed to break through his skin and go straight to his bones, he gathered the packages in the trash, and snuggled even closer to you, being closely watched by you the whole time. With the brunette closer now, you couldn't help but notice all the beauty that man has. The design of her eyes, her nose so…perfectly placed, the rosy tinge that painted her cheeks, and the shape of her mouth. Was she always this beautiful?

  You were snapped out of your thoughts the moment the boy's big hands took yours, so small by comparison, and began to blow on them to bring some human warmth to your skin.

  Now all the fun atmosphere between you has turned into a moment of anticipation. That moment when the couple in the movie are close, and they're looking at each other, and you know what's going to happen...until it happens, and it's incredibly magical. Well, there you two were.

  Then one of Mingi's hands, calmly brushed a strand of her hair from her neck, leaving her hand on the back of her neck, surprising you with the warmth of it, bringing a slight shiver to your skin. Their faces approached slowly, and when he saw it, the tips of both noses touched.

 “Y/n?” the brunette calls out to you, voice low and soft, as he begins to give you Eskimo kisses, stroking your nose with his own. “Yes” his answer was given in the same tone. "Can I ?" Mingi didn't need to specify his request, you understood his intentions well, and for fear of his voice failing, he only replied with an affirmative nod of his head.

 And after what seemed to take a lot longer than it actually did, you felt Song Mingi's sweet, gentle lips against yours. And even if they decided to go back home, and have a little more privacy, the freezing cold of Korea was still a good excuse for the two of them to stay close to the couch, exchanging kisses.

Jung wooyoung

You weren't much of a party, but he? He was the party itself. No matter where he went, who he was with, wooyoung would attract attention to him as best he could. Not that it bothered you, on the contrary, you liked to see him having fun.

 The party this time was at San's house and many friends (and strangers) were there, lots of drunk people, pranks, people talking and people dancing. You were in a corner, your drink in hand, watching the guy you've been hanging out with walking around the place. It was amazing how he could fit into different groups, and make everyone feel comfortable with him. Proof of that is you.

 The complete opposite of the guy, you are quite introverted and into your own, just trying hard to make yours with yours. And something in your manner caught the boy's attention, who found himself looking forward to seeing you every day in the cafeteria... in the college room... at events and parties...

  “Is the scrumptious lady accompanied?” Wooyoung's own voice snaps you out of your trance, smiling like a naughty child. You end up reflecting the same on your face.

   "yeah yeah, maybe you must have seen him around somewhere..." he observes as you pretend to look around the party. Taking advantage of the fun moment, the brunette takes a step forward and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling his body closer. He doesn't miss the slight reddish tinge his ears and cheeks have taken on, and you try to convince yourself that it's just to hear each other better under the music.

“What a stupid guy, leaving such a beautiful girl alone...” suddenly you were mesmerized, in that room it was just you and him. Jung Wooyoung and his youthful sparkle in his eyes, his charming smile and his woodsy scent that was simply his trademark. "You never know when another idiot will try to steal you..."

  He brought one of his hands to the back of his neck, pulling you even closer, and you couldn't deny that you were really liking him anymore, as your gaze went from his eyes to his mouth "and who is this idiot?"

 They both knew the answer, so her answer came in a sideways laugh, and then her lips pressed to his, in an intense kiss, breathtaking and envied not only in the girls, but in anyone who passed them at that moment.

Jung Jongho

Choi Jongho, unlike what many believe, is not a very difficult person to deal with, or understand. Yes, he didn't start to get used to his presence, but two as the teachers insisted on accompanying them during classes, he ended up taking off.

  And this is understood, in less time than it seems, both of you were already understanding everything about the other. He's come to understand when your mood isn't the best, it means your caffeine reservation is running low, and when he's been too quiet, it means Jongho just wants some time to be alone.

  However, all of a sudden, the boy started to avoid you. Your first shock happened on your bench seat. You were already sitten in your usual spot, when, out of nowhere, Jongho decided to take a seat next to San at the back of the class - making not only you but also San and Wooyoung, the originals lab partners, confused and partnerless. 

It was only when they had some free time, you finally found him on the school's court, the only detail was that it was raining heavily. But still, for some reason, he was there, hitting the ball.

        "You are crazy?" your voice was as loud and thundering

 as the thunder that lit up the sky at that time. The boy looked back, startling as he should, but another emotion took over his face, but it was too fast, and you soon lost what you saw. “Choi Jongho!”

  As you advanced, your footsteps were heavy and increasingly angry. Your friend has only seen you that angry once in his life, and he had hoped to never see it again. The irony is that now, he was the reason you were like this. Oh, fate… When you finally got close to the guy, you didn't think twice about asking why he's been avoiding you all day. And as I expected, Choi tried to close inside himself, more and more.

  "Don't try to run away from me again!" getting exasperated when your friend started to turn his back on you, once again, you tried to hold him, but ended up stepping wrong and almost falling. Almost. Choi Jongho's arms, which were much more muscular than you remembered, held you tight, making your heart beat faster, and your cheeks flush, as if you were in a movie scene.

Silently, he pulls you to your feet, breathing heavily, but unable to take his arms from around your waist. “Jong, why?” in a total opposite to his tone of voice when he arrived at the place, and even without being able to look at you, Jongho sighed and spoke in a voice so low, that he only heard because he was very close to him “I saw you with Chenle today”. You really didn't understand what he meant by that, but you also can't ignore that as he spoke, he squeezed your waist, not to hurt you, but like when he held your hand to calm down.

  “You were laughing, and you looked so close…it bothered me a little bit” Jongho, your best friend, felt jealous…of Chenle? One of his hands goes to the boy's strong arm, who still avoids his gaze, embarrassed and saddened by the whole situation. “Jong, you are my best…”

   He was in the middle of his speech when the boy released his body a little too rough, but without meaning to. Something about what you said bothered you, but you again didn't understand what it was. Again needing to call him at least twice more as he walked with steps as strong as his when he arrived at the place.

  "That's the problem! I am your best friend! And that's just it.” Choi couldn't take any more holding back all the feelings that she keeps in herself and started to dump them on you, without realizing it, while proclaiming about not wanting to be your friend anymore, but the person who makes you laugh, smile in the morning and at night… you were already in his arms. Her large, expressive eyes stared back at him in shock and completely transfixed. "I better go"

  Tired of hiding her feelings from the boy and also spending the day chasing him around school, and now around the court, she grabbed him by the collar and glued both lips together in a somewhat confused kiss. The moment they parted, they started staring at each other, with only one thing in mind: Oh.

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⸾ ⸽ Park Jimin (NonɪᴅᴏʟBoyfriend!Jimin x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴘᴀʟᴀᴠʀᴀꜱ: 1.531 palavras ᴀᴠɪꜱᴏꜱ: Jimin é uma peste, mas pode ser um tantinho sugestivo no final. ⸽ ⸾

(N/A: Oie gente! Eu ia fazer disso uma série de imagines baseados em alguns desafios de tiktok, mas não sei se vale a pena, então estamos aqui, espero que aproveitem! :D

Que Park Jimin é uma alma brincalhona todo mundo sabe, e nunca se pôde dizer o contrário. Sempre que possível, o rapaz faz brincadeiras com todos a sua volta (claro, contanto que estejam todos confortáveis com isso), mas mesmo que você entenda e saiba disso, nada te impede de se frustrar com algumas brincadeiras. Porém também todos sabem que você sempre o perdoa fácil, mas sua condição é sempre a mesma: chuva de beijinhos e abraços, e ele claro nunca reclama. 

 Mas por algum motivo, você não percebeu que seu namorado estava mais agitado que o normal, e ele também não percebeu sua falta de atenção a isso, e mesmo assim decidiu testar com você uma brincadeira que seu maknae, Jungkook, contou uma vez: Limpar seu beijo. 

   E assim estão os dois. Sentados juntinhos, sob o mesmo cobertor, assistindo um filme qualquer da Marvel, você completamente alheia aos planos de seu namorado, que sorria já imaginando o momento perfeito pra colcoar seu plano em prática.   

 E quando esse momento finalmente chegou, seus lábios encostados nos macios do moreno, que não espera nem cinco segundos para limpar seu beijo, fingindo estar absorto no filme. Você o encara incrédula, tentando mais uma vez, mas Park repete a ação com a maior cara de pau que tem. Você tenta mais algumas vezes, mas seu namorado sempre limpava seu beijo.  

  “Ya! O que foi?” o seu tom de voz foi claro o suficiente para demonstrar como você ficou confusa com o que aconteceu. Seu namorado ainda tentando se manter na brincadeira, dá de ombros como se não fosse nada demais.  

  Quando decidiu fazer a brincadeira, Park Jimin imaginou uma grande gama de reações suas, mas nenhuma delas era o modo como realmente reagiu. Jogando uma perna do outro lado do corpo de Jimin, o prendendo entre as suas, você se sentou no colo do rapaz, o deixando visivelmente chocado, arregalando os olhos. Você o puxa pela nuca, colando seus lábios com os dele mais uma vez, os movendo lentamente. Automaticamente Jimin leva suas mãos a sua cintura, a segurando firme, a fazendo se movimentar sob seu colo. O beijo virou rapidamente algo sensual e lento, fazendo com que a temperatura de ambos os corpos (principalmente a do moreno) subisse.  

   “Nunca mais ouse limpar um beijo meu!” Você diz, encarando profundamente os olhos do rapaz. Jimin estava com suas pupilas dilatadas, e sua boca procurava pela sua, já que se afastou, mas ainda estava perto do rosto dele. Park logo fica atônito quando você sai de seu colo, se esticando para pegar o controle e voltar o filme de onde parou.  

 Com um grunhido, seu namorado te assusta, te puxando mais uma vez para seu colo, como anteriormente, repetindo o beijo. E então é ele quem a adverte “Nunca mais me provoque assim.” 

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