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AAAAHHHHH!!! I love this so so SO much!! And Jody and Claire being there with them🥺

They’re so sweet, this is so fluffy and cute I can’t handle this😭🥺

I love your wedding drabbles so damn much, I’ll never get enough of them🥰

What if, when Sam and Eileen get married, Dean pulls Cas away during the reception and leads him to this little alcove of flowers. Rowena is there with Claire and Jody both smiling next to her. Cas tilts his head, looking at Dean softly in confusion. "What's going on?" Cas asks. Dean uses their linked hands- rings clinking against each other- to pull Cas into his arms; leaning down to brush their lips together. "Don't wanna draw attenion away from Sammy and Eileen. I know we only got married a month ago, but God, Cas, when I said at our wedding that I'd marry you a million times over, I meant it. I'm even more in love with you now than I was on our wedding day. So I thought, while we're here, we could quietly renew our vows. Just a small affair. Us and a couple witnesses. And by that, I mean I told Jody the idea and Claire overheard and demanded to be a part of it. So, what'd'ya say? Marry me again?" Dean murmurs. Cas utterly beams the most beautiful smile, tugging Dean forward to kiss him breathless. "Yes, Dean. Yes. I'd marry you every single time you asked," Cas says, kissing Dean tender and slow. And, with Rowena officiating for the second time, Cas and Dean say 'I do' all over again, with Claire and Jody pulling them into hugs after they've shared a lingering kiss under the flower archway.

Showtime

(Art trade for @akiirama <3 This is a story about their Vanny I wrote, but don’t take this as canon in their AU because I took a lot of artistic freedom.)

Vannessa stared down at the red and white cassette tapes, finally all in the same place.

When she had first started beta testing, she’d complied a little notebook, marking glitches or broken maps to fix later, or just email one of the other about it if it was a complex coding thing since that wasn’t Vanny’s department, but everything seemed fuctional.

Despite the whole lawsuit situation that had gone down with during the first beta test, Parasol Games had actually given them a pretty much completed copy. Aside from modifying the occasional bug or re-texturing and reanimating the animatronic models after a failed jump scare, there wasn’t much for Vanny to fix.

She wasn’t against this at all, since she had to admit the quality of the game was pretty damn good. It really felt like she was down in that old pizziaria, investigating the case herself, or like she was an actual night guard at Freddy’s being haunted by possessed robots. It was the same bonkers and crazy supernatural themed fun that had got her into the whole idea of working on the game in the first place.

This motive of beta-testing had than been immediantly shattered when she found the first tape.

There had to be a reason for these tapes, right? They wouldn’t just be an object she could pick and collect for no reason, right? So she’d searched around a bit, and lo and behold, there was a convenient secret room with a convenient tape recorder.

And oh boy, did it get better from there.

An ongoing conspiracy about the very game she was working on with some “malicious code”? That was likely going to be the downfall of a corporation with a history of covering up shady shit? Now that was something interesting.

She’d been hunting the tapes all down for the past week, looking in every nook and cranny for the elusive things.

Her notebook was full of theories as to what the girl in the recording, (she’d taken to calling her “Tape Girl”) was going on about, and what could’ve been in the parts she left out of her story.

After she started collecting them, she’d started seeing something. A figure, waving at her from the hallway.

If it was a minigame they’d made as a surprise or a bonus level, it wasn’t doing anything. All it did was just… stand there.

No jumpscare, no noticable mechanisms, hell, she’d even checked the files and code, and it was like it didn’t exist.

But it clearly did, and it was getting annoying to just have them staring at her from the distance for no reason whatsoever.

She assumed that Tape Girl was agreeing with her about the weirdness of it all, since if she wasn’t talking about the figure in her second message, why did it start to show up after she mentioned it? And why did she talk about it like it had a mind of its own?

As she collected more tapes, it came closer, and she could see what it really looked like. It was a gold rabbit wearing a purple vest, but unlike Bonnie or even that edgy version of him called Springtrap, it looked like an actual mascot suit. She could even see the stitching on it as it got closer.

She’d tried talking to it, but it didn’t react, or more accurately, it seemed like it couldn’t react. It was stuck in a loop, replaying the same animation over and over again.

Then Tape Girl had started talking about Jeremy, about how strange he was acting, about things he saw. Apparently, he’d seen the same figure, and started talking to it, and it actually responded.

Vanny had been slightly nervous when she found the next tape after that. Apparently, Jeremy had just sort of gone crazy, nightmares, talking to himself, and it seemed to get worse every day.

When hearing the final tape Tape Girl talked about Jeremy, Vanny had a pretty big hunch that he was either dead, or he had killed someone after all that talk of a guillotine paper slicer. She’d looked up pictures of them, and you could probably behead or tear someone’s face off with that if you really tried.

Vanny had emailed Anna, asking her about the lawsuit but Anna had just told her that it wasn’t important and that if she had an actual concern to update her.

Tape Girl had said that the next development team would be fed a string of lies to get them to keep finishing the game, and Vanny was starting to believe her. Anna wouldn’t tell them anything, and she didn’t seem to even care when Vanny brought up hidden files from the last team, saying to just “delete them” because they likely were a virus.

And then came the final nail in the coffin. Those Indie horror games that had inspired her to start doing this whole thing in the first place, they were fakes.

Fazbear Entertainment was trying to cover it up, trying to destroy the evidence of what they’d done, but it got worse than that. They were trying to distract people from the Missing Children’s Incident, and probably even destroyed some evidence. If this got out, they would have to re-examine the whole case, and who knows, they might even find something knew.

So when she’d found the second to last tape, telling her to just…give up, Vanny had been a little pissed. But, maybe she could track down the actual Tape Girl, and get her to tell Vanny what was going on, without having to even mess with a virus or the game. And being honest, she was starting to get a little afraid of the figure starting two feet away from her. So, she’d gone into the files, and deleted them.

Instead, she got a pop-up saying the file didn’t exist. She tried multiple times, and absolutely nothing happened.

Maybe I need the last tape, it might have some information or an easier solution, she’d thought to herself, and doubled down on her efforts. And now, she’d done it.

Adjusting her headset, Vanny sighed and placed the last tape in.

“There is a way to kill it. It wants to escape. To escape through someone, someone plugged in the game. That’s you now.”

“I do not like where you’re going with this.” Vanny said aloud, half expecting a reply.

“You have to let it begin the process of leaving through you, then use the disconnect switch I’ve embedded by the main stage. Let it approach you. Let it begin to merge with you. Play the music and flip the switch. That will cause a restart of the game and flush the memory, effectively killing it, I hope. I don’t know when it will come for you.” The recording ended.

Vanny just stood there for a second. This was, by far, not the type of job she was qualified for.

She worked at an IT department, not for the Ghostbusters. She was not equipped to deal with weird glitchy rabbits from horror video games.

But would anyone believe her if she told them? Mark, Steven, and Raha were too busy, Luis was too oblivious, and Anna was stone-cold bitch.

None of them would listen, and Tape Girl seemed pretty worried that if this thing got out. Also, how many times in your life are you able to say you uncovered an elaborate conspiracy theory AND managed to delete a supernatural virus?

Vanny took a deep breath, and exitted the room. “Alright you Silent Hill rabbit-looking motherfucker. Prepare to get exorcised.”

——————————————————-

She was on the floor. Why was she on the floor?

Vanny stood up, her VR headset tilted to the side. She hastily pulled it off and attempted to stand up, the room swirling around her. Her hair had come loose from it’s ponytail, the purple-dyed tips obscuring her vision. As she looked over at the computer, the screen was black. It was very, very bright in here.

Did… did she just pass out? Maybe she got electrocuted by some faulty wires in her headset. That was a thing that happened, right?

Water always helps with a concussion. You should go wash up and drink some water.

Vanny nodded to herself. Yes, that made sense. She’d seen an article about a baseball player who got concussed… and drank water. Good thinking.

She pushed open the door to the Beta Testing room and stumbled towards the restroom. The room did not stop spinning. Should she go to the ER?

No. You’ll feel better after you drink something.

Shut up, me. I am trying to think.

You’re fine.

Before she could continue the conversation with herself, she walked smack into Raha, running down the hall with a clipboard.

Vanny stared up at the ceiling for a couple seconds. It had gotten a lot brighter.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Ness.” Raha said, quickly fixing her hijab and helping Vannessa up. “I didn’t see you, all you alright?”

Vanny nodded, than started to stare at Raha. She was… glowing. Not very brightly, and not very vividly, but there was a sort of orange hue around her if Vanny squinted. She could almost hear a faint whisper, or a hum…

“Uh, Vannessa?” Raha said, her voice a little concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t see you coming, I think I’m just dehydrated. ” Vanny said with a little point to her head. “I just need some water.”

Raha nodded sympathetically. “Alright, but if there’s something else just yell for me, Kay?” With that, she picked up her clipboard, and continued sprinting towards the office.

She’s intriguing. I like her.

“I’ve know her for four months,” Vanny muttered to herself, and pushed open the door the restroom. Was she going crazy? Maybe she really did get electrocuted.

Vanny splashed water over her face, grabbing a papertowel and wiping off her eye shadow, and stared at herself in the mirror. Her long light brown purple streaked hair was messy and frizzy, and there was barely any color in her cheeks. And for some reason, her brown eyes were a light shade of purple. She looked like she’d just gone 72 hours without sleeping and put on colored contacts.

“What is going on?” She muttered as she touched the mirror.

As she did, she saw something else, standing beside her and placing it’s hand on her shoulder, seeming to glitch in and out of existence. It was the rabbit.

She whirled around to see it, instinctively batting away its hand. “What the fuck?! Get the hell away from me!”

It stared at her for second, and then it’s image began to flicker, fading into what seemed to be the shadow of a person.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” It said, it’s voice deep and elegant, “You let me out, and now we’re stuck together. For now, at least.” It walked closer towards her, and as it did so it began to take the form of a man.

He was tall, much taller than her, and wore the same star covered vest as before, but now it was in the form of a suit jacket, and paired with a light yellow pair of pants and what seemed to be tap shoes. The strangest part about him was that he seemed to change his appearance every five seconds. The blonde-haired man in the suit was the most common, but she could swear she saw an older blood soaked brunette wearing a purple uniform, the rabbit from earlier, and what appeared to be a version of Springtrap thrown in a blender.

Vanny stared at the man, and before she could stop herself she blurted out, “Why are you British?”

He crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow at her. “Why are you American?”

She opened her mouth in response but he waved a hand like silencing a child. “That was a rhetorical question, Vannessa.”

“How do you know my name? And how did you get out of the game? What the hell are you?” She questioned, and grabbed a nearby bar of soap like it was a weapon.

“I thought it was obvious. I’m a virus. And if you were paying attention to what that girl said on her records about me, I can do a lot more than invade computers. And I’m not a moron, I do have ears. Your friend called you Vannessa five minutes ago.” He turned around, and waved her towards the door.

When she didn’t follow, he sighed, and turned around the see her glaring at him. “Are you really just going to sit there like a child?”

“A freaky tall rabbit man just showed up out of nowhere and started talking to me about being a virus and saying we’re ‘stuck together’. How would you feel in that situation?”

The two of them glared at each other for second, and Vanny considered seeing if chucking a bar of soap at his head would do anything. Before she could, the man’s expression softened and he hunched over a bit so they were at eye level.

“Oh, Vannessa, I don’t want to hurt you at all! I want to help you!” He smiled, and there was something about his expression that calmed her.

He hadn’t tried to hurt her. In fact, he hadn’t hurt anyone. He was a friend, and she could trust him.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere else? It seems like mergeing Remnant takes quite a toll on the host, so it’d be best to go home. ” He said, walking out into the hallway.

Vanny shook her head, and ran out the doorway, pushing him out of the way. “Raha!” She yelled, bolting towards the coding room.

She could hear the man following her, but he walked at a steady pace. Grabbing the door handle, Vanny flung it open to see a very confused looking Raha sitting at her desk.

“Vanny, what’s wrong?” She said, pulling off her headphones as Vanny grabbed her arm.

“There’s a weird dude outside whose talking about being a virus and he came out of the VR game and he’s running around and he has a British accent for some reason and I saw him turn into a rabbit and I think I might be going insane!” Vanny finished without pausing for breath.

Raha stood up and tried to gently pry her arm off. “I’m sorry, what?”

“THERE’S A CRAZY GUY OUTSIDE FOLLOWING ME!” Vanny yelled.

Raha immediately ran to the door, and threw it open. The rabbit man stood in the doorway, and before Vanny could scream for her to look out, Raha stepped through him as if he was made of mist, and looked up and down the hall frantically.

Vanny gaped up at the man, and he waved at her cheerfully like Raha didn’t just literally walk through him.

“Can I come in?” He asked, and upon not receiving an answer stepped inside. Raha followed him a second later, looking confused.

“Vanny, I didn’t see anyone,” She said, apparently also not seeing the man six inches away from her face. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I…” Vanny started, then stopped and met the man’s eyes.

You can trust me.

Vanny blinked and looked back over at Raha. “I think I need to go home.”

“What? Vanny, if there’s someone in the building or you’re having hallucinations, you sho-”

Raha was cut off when Vanny slammed the door shut behind her. She grabbed her bag from the testing room and walked home.

——————————————————-

“You’re name is Glitchtrap?” Vanny said, dumbfounded.

Glitchtrap nodded, and shifted his position on the couch across from her.

“That’s an odd name.”

“You call yourself 'Nessie76’ in your messages, how’s that any different?”

“It’s whole email thing. People create weird long names because it’s not taken yet and you can’t have the same email name as someone. You chose to call yourself 'Glitchtrap’, and that’s an odd name to choose.”

“What’s an email?”

Vanny sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I’m being possessed by a virus who doesn’t even know what email is.”

“I’m not possessing you,” Glitchtrap said, “I told you, you let me out by mergeing our Remnant. If I was possessing you there would be no need for this conversation because you wouldn’t have free will anymore.”

Vanny stared at him, and he continued to smile eerily at her.

“You said Remnant was like, my soul, right? Doesn’t that mean you’re apart of my soul now? How do you even have a soul?”

Glitchtrap comtemplated this for a moment, tilting his head to the side. “I am still a bit unclear about this myself. From what I gather, I am a mixture of an AI and Remnant. I have memories, of a sort, but they didn’t happen when I was me. I mostly remember the things that impacted to a past me directly, not the little details but the big picture. They happened to someone now dead. I, am what you may call an upgrade.” He smiled at the mention of that word.

“Who were you?”

Glitchtrap shrugged. “A father, a husbend, and I’m pretty sure an actor at some point. I know I was a dancer, and I worked at a restaurant. Made really good homemade fruit punch. Oh, and I was a serial killer.”

Vanny shot up in her seat. “You were a what?”

“Oh yes. I killed… I wanna say twelve people? All of them were children.”

Her heart started racing, she could hear it thumping in her ears. Her head had been swimming from the moment she woke up, but now she was thinking clearly.

Yellow rabbit. British. Child murderer.

“You’re the Fazbear killer.”

“Was.” He corrected.

“I read about you. You used a mascot suit to lure kids to the backroom of Freddy’s, and than you killed them leaving no trace of the bodies. You’re one of the most recognizable killers from the 80’s, who never had a closed case.”

Vanny stared down at him in disbelief. “You’re William Afton.”

He snapped his fingers. “Ah-hah! That’s what my original name was! It was on the tip of my tougue.”

“People respected you, since you were the business side of Freddy’s, so they blamed your partner, Henry. And you let them.”

“Please. Henry was a genius when it came to robotics, but he couldn’t read the room at all. I could’ve framed him, so I think I showed remarkable restraint,” Glitchtrap smiled to himself a little. “Bastard deserved it after what he put me through.”

He looked up at her. “How do you all this?”

“I read it. I’ve been looking into the MCI for like a year, and you were one of the biggest suspects, aside from Henry. People were split about which of you did it, but I always thought it was you. I’ve read every police report on it released to the public, and found some PDFs of the ones they didn’t release.”

“That’s so sweet of you.”

Vanny paced back and forth and ran her fingers through my hair. “I’m being possessed by the ghost of a 60-something serial killer. I am talking to a serial killer.”

She then stopped pacing and sat down on the couch.

“I’m having a conversation with a serial killer who never got caught,” Vanny looked over at Glitchtrap, no William Afton, who was sitting on her couch and talking about his crimes like this was a tea party.

“You need to tell me what happened. Everything.”

William looked over at her and stopped pretending to look at his nails. “I’m sorry, pardon?”

Vanny pulled out her notebook, ripping the pages of her notes on the VR game and making a blank slate.

“I want to know what happened. Tell me everything.”

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Your honor they’re silly <3

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Backstage

✱ Pairing: Hongjoong x reader

✱ Genre: smut, fem!reader, rockstar!Hongjoong au

✱ Warnings: smut – public sex, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of exhibitionism, foul language, praise/degradation, overstimulation

✱ Words: 4.7k

✱ Summary: When your boyfriend is the super hot leader of a band, it’s hard not to be desperate for him. And there’s no way you could wait until you get home to have him.

You were waiting impatiently backstage, foot tapping against the floor quickly. You gazed around at all the people of the crew as they ran around making sure everything was good for the show. Sound check was always a frenzy and you felt somewhat guilty for your current desires as you stood like a log rooted to the floor. You were quite literally in the way, often having to step aside as one of the techies flew past you to get where they needed to go, and you looked around for places you could stand and not be an obstacle. The crew always kept silent, but you could tell on their faces that your presence annoyed them every time you came backstage. Of course, they never complained because if they did, they’d have to answer to your boyfriend —

“Baby!” Your whole countenance changed immediately at the sight of your boyfriend walking backstage. You flung yourself into his arms the moment you were close enough.

“Ah, I’m so glad you’re here,” Hongjoong said as he held you tightly. He shot a glare to one of his fellow band mates who made a face at the two of you as they walked past. You didn’t notice.

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Won’t name names but I read kind of a disappointing political fantasy book and it has me pining for the BEST political fantasy books, Megan Whalen Turner’s Queen’s Thief series, naturally

I'm not crying, you're crying. 😭

Right. It’s no big secret that I became OBSESSED with Simon & Garfunkel after I saw Artie in concert on October 14, 2008. Especially in the beginning of 2009, I was looking at everything I could find about these two boys.

Needless to say, I started shipping them *ahemcough*

Here’s a music video I made of them to the tune of Artie’s “I only have eyes for you”. There’s lots of cuteness, hand holding, touching but most of all eye sex. It’s cheesy, but well…Enjoy. 

(I even wrote some small drabbles and little pieces of fanfic about them. I might be persuaded to post it in the very near future. :)

I loooove this! My personal hc is that (of course all the Noldor and Feanorians are like this, even in war) when Mae and Mags were taking care of Elrond and Elros (I love the kidnap fam so much, they will always have a very special place in my heart) that they brought them both up to be fairly similar, which for Elros is one thing as king of the men as being half elf they expect him to be at least a little strange and elvish but for Elrond. Who is an elf. And is around other elves. Who remember. And knew. Of the Noldor. Specifically Feanorians. Who had this tradition... but of course Elrond, in hi slove for his family, will continue the tradition of loads of bling.

Of course when he marries Celebrian, who was of course raised by her parents, including Galadriel, who was a Noldor herself... basically their kids, and Arwen's kids (as ofc Aragorn isn't going to stop the bling fest) are spotted from miles away, from the glinting of the light from the silver and gold covering them head to toe.

However, I do believe that Elrond will sometimes tone it down, and only really tones it up to annoy people, and to remind them of the Noldor, as it isn't always practical wearing the usual Noldor amount.

There is no word for gaudy in Noldorin Quenya, the same way fish have no word for wet.

The Vanyar and Teleri have words for gaudy which translate roughly to “something a noldo would like.”

I'm really sorry, I always add my little twist to stuff like this but this is genius! I genuinely, wherever you are, am sending you as much happiness and joy as humanely possible! I was thinking the other day about how Mae is often associated with fire (in part due to his death ofc) and Mags with the sea and Celegorm earth, (the others I don't really think can be associated with a certain "element" in the same way without repeating) and how Feanor was ofc also fire (and does anyone else ever sympathise with him??? As in his spirit wise, and his just genuine love for making and knowing things??? Basically I see a lot of myself in a lot of them) and couldn't put my finger on it - but this is sooooo good!

When Mae dies - does Feanor then go to Maglor, despairing by the sea? Or, does he go to the next firey soul he knows to torment... maybe Sauron???

suddenly obsessed with the idea that ‘spirit of fire’ Fëanor and ‘after his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead’ Maedhros had a fusing. a union. part of the spirit that Míriel gave to Fëanor could not be still. could not rest. there was still too much of it. and Maedhros crying out in his torment, seeking comfort, company, a way out, was like a beacon for this spirit. and part of the white fire within, the return from the dead, is his father, who cannot, cannot die. so despite everything, he remains, and more than just the oath of Fëanor, Maedhros is also actively haunted by him

ending the series with lucius and peter getting married and ed and stede starting an inn? PERFECTION

ending the series with lucius and peter getting married and ed and stede starting an inn? PERFECTION

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I've been going feral about this for days!!!

Phandom, come get your soup!!

The Ability to Fathom (Chapter I)

✧ pairing: jungkook // reader

✧ rating: 18+

✧ genre: brother's best friend, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, college au

✧ word count: 9,5k

✧ status: to be continued

✧ warnings: intense pining, dirty thoughts, explicit language, condescending self-talk, masturbation

✧ description: you are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: jungkook, your brother's annoying best friend, has a crush on you. a bad one. however, the more you become aware of the way he acts around you, the more you begin to wonder...

✧ author's note: this is just a silly little thing to help me get over myself and get better at writing. i hope u enjoy because these two have been with me for like a year lol

It's an overcast Monday afternoon when your friends decide to drop the bomb. A Monday is a weird day to drop a bomb to begin with, but it is an even weirder day to drop The Bomb.

"Jungkook is so fucking hot", Taehyung sighs from beside you. You also sigh, but definitely not out of awe like your friend is.

"And disgusting", you add as you observe Jungkook running after a soccer ball, drenched in your university's signature colours from head to toe.

Ball games have always seemed ridiculous to you. He looks like a possessed primate or something of the sort.

Taehyung smirks. "Maybe, but in the best way so. Like he would eat out your ass and hungrily make out with you after."

Your mouth falls open. "Ew, Tae! I had no idea you thought of him like that!"

How anyone could think like that of Jungkook, your brother's annoying best friend and bane of your existence, was a mystery to you. But the better half of campus appeared to be magically drawn to the boy. And apparently your friend had fallen victim too.

Taehyung angles his head towards you. "Oh, I don't think of him like that. I'm only sharing what I imagine is going on in your head. You know, since you keep ogling him like a love-sick puppy."

Ji-eun, your other best friend, shakes her head in agreement. "That is exactly what I imagine her thoughts to be like. Every time she looks at him, I hear something like Please, shove those long, tattooed fingers up my-"

"What?", your voice sounds shrill. However, a little hysteria is only appropriate. "We're talking about the same Jungkook, are we? Jeon Jungkook? Because if we are, I think I'm going to be sick right now!"

The thought of Jungkook and you doing sexual activities was indeed very upsetting to your stomach. Also, you had just downed an entire litre of overpriced soda in the span of 10 minutes. Bad timing.

"Is there any other Jungkook that you are undeniably in love with and that is undeniably in love with you too?", Taehyung counters.

You look over at Ji-eun for help because surely, she can't also have lost her mind. But all hope dies within the next few seconds.

"Come on, __, how much longer are we going to keep pretending?", she asks.

"Keep pretending what?", you choke out.

"Well, the list is long", she starts. "First off, there is the fact that you two are at least three months overdue to fuck each other. Instead, you've been pulling at each other's hair like seven-year-olds who don't know any other way to express their romantic interest."

"Fu..." You can't even pronounce the word properly. "Jungkook?"

Taehyung lowers his chin encouragingly. "Yes, fuck Jungkook. However, in your case the term 'making love' would be much more appropriate."

"What is going on with you two?", you whisper, thoroughly scandalised, looking back and forth between your best friends with wide eyes.

"If you want the whole backstory: Taehyung and I had a talk this morning", Ji-eun states.

"You had a talk this Monday morning?"

This had to be a dream, because there was just no way. It was Monday, for God's sake.

"Exactly. And we've decided that we are sick of it. We've been quietly observing this whole spiel for too long", she takes a deep breath. "You see, we genuinely wanted the two of you to figure this out by yourselves, like adults. Maybe go on a date. Kiss a little. Confess your undying affection. But clearly-"

"Hold on, I think I need a break-"

"clearly, you two are just incompetent idiots. And we are so tired. You get that, right, __? There is only so much sexual tension our poor souls can handle. And you two crossed that limit", she huffs. "A long time ago."

Your mouth is hanging wide open after her little speech and your jaw only drops further towards the ground with Taehyung's next words.

"Also, you are kind of breaking Jungkook's heart at this point."

"Breaking Jungkook's heart? Are you insane?", you cross your arms over your chest. "Seriously, what the hell are the both of you on? You're trying to fuck with me, aren't you?"

When they don't answer, the only option you see for yourself is to slap your palm flat against your cheek with as much force as one can possibly use when hitting oneself. 

"Oh shit ", you wince.

Immediate regret washes over you as half of your face begins to sting from the strength you mustered only to prove that this is in fact not a dream.

Ji-eun shakes her head at you pityingly. "See, this is exactly where the problem lies. You are not only oblivious as heck, but you are also incredibly dumb."

You clutch your reddened cheek.

"But don't worry. This is where we come in", Taehyung's good-natured tone is always a welcome contrast to Ji-eun's harshness. "As your best friends and saviours."

"No, Taehyung, this is where you come in as my clue to start looking for anti-schizophrenia pills as soon as possible", you veto.

You and Jungkook have known each other for what seems like three lifetimes too long. Not only because he grew up next door, but also because he and your brother Jimin decided to spend every waking second glued to the other's hip from the moment they met. Not once has your relationship crossed the line of annoying the living hell out of each other.

So you genuinely don't understand where all of this is coming from.

"The thing is, __, we know your story. You're from a small town, socially awkward, never had a boyfriend. Like, no male genitalia has even ever been in the vicinity of you. Of course you wouldn't get it, you poor thing!", Ji-eun coos. "So now we are going to spell it out for you nice and slow, with easy words so that even your disappointment of a brain is going to-"

"Could you stop being so mean?"

"So that even your disappointment of a brain is going to understand. When we first arrived on campus and, wait, Taehyung, can you take over? I'm getting a little out of breath."

You watch as she fans the cool spring air into her face. Unbelievable.

"Sure. It is a tragic story", Taehyung continues dutifully. "When we first arrived on campus and Jungkook lifted you up and spun you around like you were lovers who had been tragically separated we thought why didn't this traitor tell us she had a boyfriend. Remember? But then you explained that he is just like a second brother to you. With him being Jimin's best friend and all that..."

You have trouble following along with how quickly he is sputtering nonsense.

"Yeah, so that belief lasted approximately for the next hour we saw you two interact. And then we figured, oh she doesn't know ", Ji-eun adds. "For a while, we decided to have fun with it and use your idiocy as a source of easy entertainment. Watch as you two danced around one another. But all that initial fun quickly turned into frustration. Because really, how can two people be so utterly stupid-"

"Stop being mean!", you whine, but of course, she babbles right over you.

"I won't, because beating around the bush apparently doesn't work so well with you!", she throws her hands up. "And here comes the fateful moment where we break it to you: All this time you have been entirely misinterpreting Jungkook's social cues and he has actually been harbouring the biggest crush on you!"

She looks at you expectantly, like she is waiting for your grand enlightenment.

When you stay silent, she urges you on.

"Yes! Every time you insisted he was just teasing you for the fun of it, he was teasing you because he is dying to be your babe, your man, your boo, your one and only! And you never knew! How silly! "

Taehyung and her laugh like they have just told a hilarious inside joke. Meanwhile your throat feels as dry as sandpaper.

"I get that all of this might be a little bit of a shock for you", Taehyung says empathetically. "But is it really? I mean, you must've at least had a suspicion."

Suddenly, laughter of your own begins to splutter from your throat. It makes more noise than you would normally dare to at a soccer game, but you can't seem to stop yourself, no matter how insane you might look.

You feel insane.

With the last waves of laughter ebbing through your body, you catch a single tear from the corner of your eye. "You guys are actually so funny."

That is when Ji-eun and Taehyung's contented expression morphs into one of horror.

"Wait, this is not a joke-"

"Good one", you clap.

Ji-eun looks earnestly panicked. "Dear God, what are we supposed to do with her, Tae?"

The latter drops his head into his hands. "Kill her. I don't care about the consequences anymore."

"It was funny, I'll give you that", you grin at them. "But this was a little too elaborate, even for you."

Taehyung and Ji-eun have never looked at you in such seriousness before.

"We are going to dissect her body very, very slowly", Ji-eun whispers.

"Yeah, me too."

You flinch in surprise at your brother's voice. Your friends' antics had been so distracting that you hadn't even noticed the game ending and Jimin trotting over to where your group was one of the only ones left to lounge around the auditorium.

You cross your arms over your chest. "What did I do this time?"

"Why are you wearing Jungkook's jersey instead of mine?", Jimin questions in turn.

"Oh."

You sheepishly glance down at the 09 imprinted on your shirt. With the words of the previous accusations still ringing in your ears, you can't help but blush a little. It doesn't do you any good that you see Jungkook approaching your group in the corner of your eye.

"Well, he said he was going to buy me ice cream if I did."

"You're lucky this was only a practice game. Saturday in two weeks you better wear mine." Jimin ruffles through your hair. "I need you as my good-luck charm for the real thing."

"Request declined", Jungkook slings an arm around Jimin's shoulder. "She's my good-luck charm. Did you see the goal I just scored?"

"I'm not anyone's good-luck charm", you cross your arms over your chest. "However, I'm a slave to whoever is willing to buy me the most ice cream."

You look between Jimin and Jungkook expectantly, waiting for either of the two to bite your bait.

It doesn't surprise you when Jungkook does at once. "Be my slave. I'll double the amount. Ice cream today and Saturday in two weeks."

The offer seems to convince you easily enough. "Sorry, Jimin. Unless you come up with a better deal you'll have to find another good-luck charm."

You send Jimin an apologetic look, but just as he didn't really care, you weren't really sorry. It was free ice cream, after all.

"This is a date, by the way", Jungkook announces. 

"I hate you two", Jimin grumbles.

Jungkook presses an obnoxious kiss to your brother's cheek. "I love you too, bro."

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, almost as much as you love __."

You try to hold back the groan threatening to slip from your throat.

Jungkook and Jimin's teasing wasn't anything out of the ordinary but with the very obvious looks that Tae and Ji-eun were sending each other over your shoulder, you suddenly felt weird. Like you weren't quite catching on to something very obvious.

You try to shake the feeling. "Whatever, just change and buy me my ice cream. I don't have all night."

Jungkook complies in seconds, already turning around as he winks. "Will do, busy girl."

"He's whipped", Taehyung mumbles under his breath.

You don't even scold him for dragging out the joke that Jungkook And __ Together was to a point that felt uncomfortable, because you are shortly distracted by Jungkook's thighs as he jogs over the green grass.

Why does he look so incredibly similar to a chicken?, you think to yourself.

"She's whipped", Ji-eun eyes you thoughtfully.

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest. "Fuck them both." 

Your friends' words keep circling around your head as you make Jungkook keep his promise of treating you to ice cream.

He looks a bit different from when you last saw him before he left for college. His brown locks have grown long enough to where he could easily tie them back them if he wanted to, and his once lanky arms are decently muscular now. Not to mention that he has gotten an ungodly amount of tattoos that now prettily adorn his skin. Also, randomly, he has grown into his nose.

In conclusion: There is not a single cell in your body that feels attracted to him.

"Can you believe Tae and Ji-eun actually tried to convince me you had a crush on me today?", you splutter just as he places your chocolate ice cream in front of you.

He freezes. "What?"

"Ridiculous, right?", you laugh with your mouth already full. "I mean, come on! Us? Together? Never in a million years!"

He looks almost dazed and the amused expression on his face resembles a pained grimace. But you are too busy digging into your ice cream to notice.

"Huh", he clears his throat. "No, totally. Haha. Never. How did they even come up with something like that?"

"Don't ask me!", you giggle. "I think they were just bored. You know they despise soccer..."

Internally, Jungkook curses you.

He wanted to scream Your friends are fucking right! I want a tattoo of your face! I've been in love with you since fucking middle school!

But for very obvious reasons he couldn't dare to make his little obsession known to you anytime soon. The most pressing of those reasons was that the mere thought of him liking you seemed to make you laugh.

So instead he had to watch you sit much too far away from him, in his jersey, looking tenfold more delicious than his ice cream and keep doing what he has been best for the last ten years: treat you like something similar to a little sister.

Pine after you quietly and lace his subtle confessions of love with mockery. Hide behind meaningless insults.

"You still eating that?", he asks in the process of pulling your half-eaten bowl of ice cream towards himself. He knows the answer already.

Still, the look of horror on your face is too good to miss out on. "Yes, of-freaking-course I am!"

His heart skips a beat or two when your fingers wrap around his wrist in an attempt to win back your treat. "Give it back, you greedy ass! You have an entire bowl for yourself!"

For good measure he tries to pry your beloved ice cream further towards himself, struggling against your tight grip.

"Jungkook", you whine in response, drawing out the word.

He almost loses his mind at the sound of your voice and decides that it is enough for now. He'll make you touch him again later...

Swiftly, he frees himself from your grip, and gives into the voice in his head that urges him to just go a little bit further.

He tugs the bowl in front of himself and gulps down an obnoxiously big spoon of the treat.

"This is what I get for looking ridiculous in your stupid jersey all afternoon?", you ask in disbelief.

He puffs out his cheeks. "Ridiculous? In my jersey? Such accusations reduce compensation by at least two more spoons."

Across from him, your lips form a pout and consequently, his heart swells to a point that is almost painful. He quickly pushes the bowl back in your direction.

He has to drawn the line somewhere or he might just melt into a puddle by your feet and have you walk all over him without sparing him a second glance. Not that he would mind, really.

"Kidding", he grins belatedly, and you dig back in with a shake of your head.

While he is sure all you think about is your food, all he can think about is how this was an indirect kiss. Has probably happened around one hundred times and didn't mean a thing to you. But he can't take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the plastic spoon.

The semi in his pants certainly doesn't make him feel any less gross.

God, why did he always turn into such a hormonal mess when he was around you?

Not much later, when Jungkook drops you off in front of your dorm, your phone chimes.

GET THAT abcDefghiJK

Tae added you.

Tae added Ji-eun.

You: don't we already have a group chat?

Tae: indeed, we do Tae: look at the group name though Tae: this a special one

Ji-eun: isn't that right bitch Ji-eun: AND there's rules Ji-eun: first of all Ji-eun: @__ does not get to talk

You: i'm exiting

Ji-eun: NO WAIT

Tae: calm down Tae: she won't actually leave Tae: you know she's all bark no bite

You: i am ALL bark ALL bite you motherfucker

Just to prove your point, you exit the group. Mere seconds later, Taehyung has re-added you.

Tae: be a good pup then, and behave for your owners

Ji-eun: 🤢 ur making me contemplate leaving too

Tae: you know you won't Tae: anyway Tae: let me welcome you officially to "GET THAT abcDefghiJK" Tae: credits to Ji-eun at this point for the creative name

Ji-eun: thank you Ji-eun: for your information Ji-eun: this group is a safe space where tae and i get to talk and you shut up and follow our orders

You: what is all of this about i'm tired You: and why does it feel like i was involuntarily added to some bdsm facebook group

Ji-eun: can you not tell from the title? Ji-eun: gosh, you really keep proving my point Ji-eun: you don't have a single functioning brain cell Ji-eun: should've named the chat "enjoy your last days before i strangle you, dumb bitch"

You: degradation i see You: and choking too You: why are u using ME to live out all your kinky fantasies though

Tae: __ you do NOT Tae: and i repeat DO NOT Tae: get to speak

Ji-eun: !!!!!! Ji-eun: this group is like a pin board of reminders for you Ji-eun: a pin board of reminders that jungkook is dying to get into your panties Ji-eun: view it as a gift

Tae: whenever he makes obvious advances Tae: and you are too enchanted by his sheer presence to see it Tae: expect to receive a notification

You immediately groan. So they hadn't actually been joking then. They really believed Jungkook had some secret crush on you.

You: y'all are ridiculous

Tae has revoked @__'s rights to send messages into GET THAT abcDefghiJK.

Ji-eun: good thing we settled that

Incredulous, you look at your screen. Since when did WhatsApp even have that feature? Knowing Taehyung will put you back in within a heartbeat, there is no point in exiting the group once again either.

Tae: (1 image) Tae: here's some reference for your nightly masturbation sesh

Ji-eun: my god he IS hot Ji-eun: where did you even get that pic from

Tae: well, what can i say not even mr. campus hotshot is resistant to the charms of kim taehyung

Ji-eun: shhh don't make the baby jealous

Tae: don't worry @__ Tae: that pic is actually form his gaming insta that strangely enough only i and one other person have discovered so far Tae: and BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME Tae: i had some in-depth digging to do on __'s behalf

Ji-eun: actually Ji-eun: that other follower of @valorantxjeon is me

Tae: omg YOU BITCH

Ji-eun: we really are the bestest friends ever huh

Tae: SAY IT LOUDER

You subconsciously clench your teeth while watching one ridiculous message after the other pop up on your screen. There's a lot you have to say, namely Can you stop being ridiculous? or You are freaking delusional!, but clearly you don't get to share your opinion.

In truth, your friends' messages made you feel somewhat uncomfortable. Sure you were extremely open with one another and sexuality was never a taboo subject, but this was Jungkook.

To even think of him in a sexual context made shivers run down your spine. The bad kind.

You just hoped they would find some insubstantial campus drama to quench their first for entertainment soon. Because that was obviously all there was to this nonsense.

Or so you thought.

Just the next day, Ji-eun seems like she wants to make it very clear that she was very serious about this.

"Stop denying that he is the hottest human to ever walk this planet-"

"You can't be serious right now! Even at lunch?"

"Even at lunch!", Ji-eun spits. "The denial was maybe cute for a few weeks, but this, my friend, is beyond any sweetness!"

"I'm not in denial! Why do you keep telling me-"

"Because I've had enough! The tension between you and Jungkook is killing everyone."

"What do you mean by everyone?"

Ji-eun looks at you pointedly. "I mean literally everyone. Name any random person on this campus and they will confirm in a heartbeat that you two are this", she makes a gesture with her fingers, "close to kissing romantically. Hell, even my parents pointed out Jungkook was whipped for you after they saw you two at the entrance ceremony."

"They did not! " You are genuinely shocked. "Stop messing with me, it's not funny!"

Ji-eun lets her head fall back, groaning loudly. "How can you be so goddamn oblivious? It's just a matter of time until Jungkook can't take your stupidity anymore and confesses to you for real."

"Who is confessing to who?"

Why did Jimin always have to appear at the most inconvenient of moments? He didn't even deign hang out with you and your friends that often.

"None of your business!", you hastily rush out before either Ji-eun or Taehyung get the chance to share their crazy theories.

Jimin merely shrugs, letting the subject drop easily. Though you two were close, he wasn't usually interested in the gossip that you shared with your friends.

You are about to ask him about the call with your grandma you were planning for this afternoon, but he doesn't stay put for long enough.

With a powerful hit of his knee into Jimin's back, Jungkook effectively pushes your brother out of the way.

Of course the man of the hour would trail behind your brother like a lost puppy. And of course he would act in a way that would only encourage your friends further in their conspiracies.

"Ow, you idiot-"

"Make some space", is the only thing Jungkook says to Jimin, as he slides into the seat next to you. The fact that he almost shoves your brother off of the bench in the process is something that he blissfully ignores.

"Good morning", he cheers into your ears instead. "Isn't it such a nice day? I love spring."

"God, you are so loud", you press your hand over your ear.

"Just happy to see you", he smiles at you widely.

Jimin smacks him across the back of his head at that. "Stop perving, Jungkook."

At the same time you hear a string of dings coming from your phone that you try your best to ignore.

You really should've muted that damn group chat.

"You still eating that?", Jungkook asks completely ignorant, enthusiastically scanning the half-eaten burger that is sitting on your plate.

It looks less than appetising by now but as soon as you push the plate towards Jungkook he digs in without hesitation.

"Why do you always steal my food?"

Jungkook couldn't tell you the truth, which was something along the lines of I just want to share everything with you so that there are no lines between what is mine and what is yours anymore. That way you would also be mine.

So he shrugs his shoulders instead. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"It's only 11:30", you remind him, making a disgusted face at the way he devours the burger.

"So what? How do you think I build up all these muscles", he flexes his biceps in your face for a second. "It's all for the gains, babe."

"Don't say that ever again", you huff.

Jungkook mischievously smiles at you in response with a little bit of barbecue sauce dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Why, 'cause you like it too much?"

"No, because it makes me want to vomit."

"Oh, okay. Anyway. When are we hanging out next?", he moves on rather quickly.

"How about Thursday night? We still have to finish The Shining since someone decided to ruin it for us last time by starting to cry", Taehyung suggests, fixing Ji-eun in the process.

"You can't just not invite me, that's-", Ji-eun starts, offended, but she is interrupted by Jungkook midway.

"In fact, none of you losers are invited." To your horror, he pulls you closer against his side until your thighs are held flush against his next. "I meant __ and I."

"Of course, you meant __ and you", Ji-eun shakes her head in resignation.

God. You really had to convince Ji-eun and Tae that Jungkook couldn't be less interested in you. But Jungkook wasn't exactly making things easy for you.

"Sure, Jungkook, keep dreaming." You make it a point to sound as revoked as possible at his suggestion.

"Gleefully so", Jungkook grins, not without stuffing the last few fries on the plate into his mouth.

As expected, another set of dings interrupts the peace of this beautiful sunny morning.

Noticing the way you wince at the sound, Jimin curiously tries to pry your phone out of your hands. "Who is tha-"

"No one!", you shout a tad too quickly. "Probably just the chat for uh... my chemistry project."

He seems unconvinced. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Suddenly, you have to hold your breath. The reason being the way Jungkook stiffens beside you at your brother's question.

You shake your head at yourself. Tae and Ji-eun have made you paranoid!

"No!", you deny vehemently. "Not that it would be any of your business anyway."

Jimin seems disinterred to push any further, complaining about his horrible advanced mathematics professor instead.

Your gaze automatically wanders to Jungkook who is burning holes into the side of your head. You raise an eyebrow in question and he shakes his head and gulps down the last bite of the burger.

The same uneasy feeling of missing something that is right in front of you settles into your stomach and for the hundredth time today you curse your friends for planting weird ideas in your head.

Later, you absentmindedly scroll through all of the ignored text messages in your group chat, which are a lot. You decide not to pay them too much mind.

Each one is more infuriating than the previous anyway, the last ones being a dialogue about you clarifying that you didn't have a boyfriend earlier.

Tae: look at him chewing all satisfied

Ji-eun: right lolll he looked so scared for a second Ji-eun: don't you see what you are doing to him __??????

Tae: hahhhh young love

Ji-eun: makes people go fucking dumb

Ever since that morning, you have become painfully aware of every single move Jungkook makes around you and thoughts of doubt have been swirling around your head non-stop.

These unwelcome thoughts are only fortified by the fact that Taehyung and Ji-eun use every chance they get to point out Jungkook's supposedly "telling" behaviour and your phone dings approximately every two seconds.

Every word and gesture you would have deemed innocent only two days ago makes you doubt your entire existence now, only because your friends have nothing better to do than try to convince you of something that is clearly nothing but a manifestation of their boredom.

Although you still don't think their nonsense has any truth to it, you can't stop your heartbeat from picking up when Jungkook is around you lately.

It isn't really a matter of getting flustered by the idea of Jungkook liking you, it's more that you are beginning to get scared he might actually be so horrendous at expressing his feelings that any of the following events could be taken as more than him trying to annoy you:

Tuesday, when you were planning your next trip back home with Jimin, he randomly snuck up behind you and started braiding your hair, resulting in a nest on your head. When he cackled and took pictures of you glaring at him you suddenly heard Ji-eun's voice in your head, scolding you. Can't you see, he is doing this only to find some way to touch you?

That same night he sent you a picture of him and you when you were around 10 years old. It was the most awkward image you had ever laid your eyes on. Jungkook was two heads taller than you, showing off his bunny teeth in a wide smile, arm thrown loosely around your shoulder. You stood beside him in shirt that said It's a tea-shirt, your self-made pigtails painfully asymmetrical and your knees cut open and bruised form the many times you used to crash your bicycle.

You had interpreted this random message as him trying to remind you of your questionable fashion choices when you were younger until some more texts popped up on your screen.

Jungkook: remember this day? Jungkook: you crashed your bike into my basketball basket

You: yeah you cried and told on me to your mom You: also you were TWELVE when that happened You: such a baby

Jungkook: LIAR Jungkook: i was nine at most Jungkook: and i remember you feeling so guilty that you baked me cookies and begged me for forgiveness for days

You: pfft begged for forgiveness in your dreams

Jungkook: want to know something? Jungkook: those cookies sucked ass Jungkook: tasted like actual grass Jungkook: bet u didn't wash your hands you nasty fucker Jungkook: but i pretended i liked em cause i was convinced we were going to get married one day

Your breath caught in your throat. He was what?

When you took a second too long to respond, Jungkook started typing again.

Jungkook: haha Jungkook: until i hit puberty two months later and realised i was TERRIBLY mistaken

You sighed out the breath you hadn't realised realise you were holding.

You: don't lie, you didn't hit puberty until you were like 17

It's only a day later when he sends you an up-close picture of his nostrils with the words daddy misses u that you regain a little confidence in his flirting abilities. He couldn't be flirting. There was simply no way.

No way he was trying to show genuine infatuation when he leaned in and bent over the popsicle between your fingers in the library a few days later. Licking and winking. Moaning a little too loud. Panic took hold of you, and looking around frantically, you clasped your hand over his mouth. And he licked that too. No way.

Or was there? These thoughts have been keeping you up night after night, and sometimes, in the dark of your bedroom, you allow your mind to wander to the what-ifs.

They are a thoroughly dangerous territory since you usually end up cursing yourself by the time you consider one of the following:

What if your friends were right and Jungkook really had a crush on you? What if the thundering in your chest when he was around meant you had a crush on him yourself? And worst: What if he didn't have a crush on you, but you were slowly starting to fall for him?

Be it as it may, you weren't going to find out any time soon because you were a Little Bitch and wouldn't ask him over your dead body.

Am I going crazy, or do you actually want to play with my hair, and kiss my forehead, and wander off into the sunset with me?

Yeah, no. Not going to happen.

It is a Sunday afternoon which means you are over at Jimin's apartment making use of the fact that your brother is always two steps ahead of you. Two years older, entered university two years earlier, lives in an off-campus apartment and has his own kitchen.

You hum to yourself, content with your brother's financial superiority as you chop up parsley and tomatoes for the pasta you are making.

You love cooking and the fact that Jimin's roommates were usually all buried in long overdue homework or out of the apartment at this time of the weekend ensured that you had this beautiful, shiny kitchen all to yourself.

Today is especially nice because the apartment's completely empty. Well, that is except for Min Yoongi, one of Jimin's roommates that you really don't know much about. But he has been fast asleep for over forty minutes now.

That is why it is all the more startling when your peace and quiet is interrupted by the loud rattle of the front door. A moment later Jungkook steps into the kitchen, panting like he has just run a marathon.

Your mouth drops open. His entrance was truly... uncharacteristic. Did he look... incredibly good?

"Oh hi, __", he greets you, out of breath, and not at all surprised by your presence.

You being here on Sundays was not unusual, after all. What was unusual was Jungkook being here on Sundays. What was even more unusual was him being here shirtless, with his hair soaked in sweat.

You avert your gaze immediately. "What are you doing here?"

You almost wince at how offended you sound about him standing in his own kitchen.

"Uhm, I live here?", he answers matter-of-factly while opening the fridge for some water.

"Yeah, but it's Sunday and you are shirtless!", you accuse as if he has broken the rules. Which he had, in fact.

It takes a while for Jungkook to respond because he is busy leaning his head back to down an entire bottle of water in mere seconds. You can't help but gawk at the veins on his neck.

"What are you, a tank?", you complain at the risk of looking too hard.

He either doesn't hear you because of how loudly he is crushing the plastic bottle between his fingers or he is simply choosing to ignore you to ignore you.

"Well, I'm usually at the gym on Sundays but since the weather is so nice I decided to go on a run around the neighbourhood", he explains. "I have been sore for days now, so a full-blown workout session might've been a little too enthusiastic anyway. Coach has really been having it out for us."

Your brain shortcuts.

Jungkook. Sore. Muscles. Workout.

The reason behind your jumbled thoughts seems to be completely oblivious to your perplexity.

All Jungkook does is curiously lean forward to look over your shoulder. "What are you cooking?"

Why was he not freaking out? And since when was it okay for him to put his naked upper body so close to yours?

In an attempt to get some distance between the two of you, you shush him away with a kitchen towel. "Cooking, obviously. Go take a shower, Jungkook. You reek!"

He wipes away a few strands that had been sticking to his forehead. "I recently got a new tattoo."

"What? Don't change the subject!", you narrow your eyes at him, annoyed at how he was still standing there shirtless.

The only reason it bothered you so much was because Sundays were supposed to be relaxing and serene. A day of God. Not a day filled with your chest tightening at Jungkook's abs.

Not that you were religious.

"Yes, look", Jungkook holds your gaze before slowly letting it drop down onto his crotch. Then he takes it back up to you and licks his lips.

He was doing this on purpose!

"Yeah, sure, Jungkook!", you are about to turn away, thinking his not-so-subtle indication of a tattoo by his private area was complete nonsense. A tactic to drive you out of your mind, nothing new.

That is until he pushes the seam of his black shorts up towards his stomach.

To your surprise, he was not just messing with you. Part of his thigh is freshly inked. Though you couldn't see all of his tattoo because a large portion of the lines and shading disappear under his boxers.

Maybe you were religious.

And like a true saint, you flush a deep shade of red at the sight in front of you. "Why the hell are you showing me this? Are you not embarrassed?"

"Why should I be? As my friend you have to know every single detail about my body", he leans back against the counter, letting the seam of his shorts drop back into place.

"Why should you be embarrassed? It's a fucking anime tattoo! It's nerdy as shit and also I don't have or for that matter want to know anything about your bo-"

"Don't try to tell me I didn't catch you looking at hentai when you were fourteen."

Your breath gets stuck in your throat. Why would he bring that up? He has never brought that up! Not once.

"What is wrong with you?", you shriek. "And what does that even have to do with anything? Anime and hentai are two entirely different categories of animation and- and why the hell are you here on a Sunday, go shower you insufferable, little shi-"

He reaches behind you, almost touching his body to yours in the process and you freeze once again. Whatever it was that he was trying to get (and you aren't convinced there even was anything to get) he doesn't, because you push him away so forcefully that he stumbles back a few steps.

At this point, you feel like screaming.

Jungkook on the other hand appears as unfazed as ever. He only giggles at your obvious bashfulness. "Okay, okay, I'll go take a shower."

True to his words, he disappears... Not without dramatically combing his fingers through his hair as he turns.

Fuck him.

Minutes later, as you stir the pasta in a daze, realisation sets in. You just thought Jungkook was... hot? You definitely just thought Jungkook was hot.

You almost have a panic attack on the spot. 

You just found Jungkook so hot you got all shy and awkward!

Frantically, you check your period tracker. It must be a hormonal imbalance.

You huff out a relieved sigh. You aren't exactly sure how to correctly interpret each part of the female cycle but one look at the app seems to confirm that there was nothing to this but hormones.

Only the fact that he was conventionally attractive and he was shirtless and had muscles and had tattoos and had long hair and had pretty eyes and had veiny arms and was sweaty which meant IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF THE PHEROMONES!

This also explains the way you weirdly want to crawl into his arms when he settles down on the couch fifteen minutes later, starting up a game of Minecraft on the living-room television.

You try your best to focus on the pasta boiling in front of you but every two seconds your eyes involuntarily wander to Jungkook. It's not fair! Why did he have to appear exactly the day it was least convenient because of your biological likeliness to find him sexy as fuck?

He shouldn't have worn that shirt, also. It's a basic white t-shirt, the kind that every single member of the human race owns and that does absolutely nothing to accentuate his body or skin tone and so he looks out of this world in it.

So cozy and cute and comfortable.

Could he have worn anything less flattering?

After two minutes of intensely staring at his side profile your entire body is hot and your brain is in shambles and you can't blame it on the steam coming from the pots on the stove.

You need to put a stop to this.

"Jungkook, I'm sorry, but you cannot be here any longer."

"Huh?"

"You have to leave. As soon as you can."

The corners of his mouth twitch. "Why exactly? Are you afraid I'll eat your pasta?"

You can't come up with a reason that doesn't sound as ridiculous as I just saw you shirtless and now I don't know how to act because you're hot (maybe?) and the last few days I've been feeling weird about you and now I am scared shitless!

"No, just because", you put your hands on your hips. "... I am here on Sundays!"

"You do realise that this is my apartment, right?", he deadpans.

He has a point. "Yes, but-"

"I'll just help you", he decides and gets up.

"What? No! That's not at all-"

"Shh~", he presses a finger to his lips and you are inclined to strangle him.

Even though the kitchen is marvellous it isn't exactly huge, and being in such close proximity to Jungkook is the exact opposite of what you needed right now in order to keep your sanity intact.

"I'm a good cook, trust me."

He is indeed not a good cook at all.

After only five minutes, the kitchen looks like a mess as a consequence of his attempt at opening a can of chopped tomatoes with a pair of scissors. Most of the contents have landed in your hair and you are now holding the scissors against this chest.

"I swear to God, Jungkook, if you don't leave this room right now, I'm going to sta-"

"What the fuck is all of this noise about?"

Blinded by fury, you didn't even notice the door to Min Yoongi's room opening and him peeking out with his eyes closed to slits that replicate your own.

"She is trying to murder me, Yoongi!", Jungkook accuses and you muse that he genuinely looks scared, grabbing the counter behind him with white knuckles. Good.

Sheepishly, you tug the scissors behind your back. "He is interrupting my peaceful afternoon. I am only-"

"Why is there tomato in your hair?", Yoongi grumbles. "Why is there tomato all over the fucking kitchen?"

Then he looks at Jungkook like a dad who is scolding his son. And he does exactly that. Scold him. Only that he is cussing like a drunk sailor.

"You jackass. Could you be any more of a fucking idiot? You're trying to get her to like you, not spill fucking canned tomatoes over her head!"

Your mouth drops open. The reason being that even Min Yoongi thinks Jungkook has some sort of secret motive to try and get you to like him.

"Sit down, kids. I'll take care of this mess", Yoongi shoos you out of the dirty kitchen before you have time to think. "Actually, go clean __'s hair, Jungkook. And try not to be a dick for once."

You glare at Jungkook the entire 10 minutes he takes to fish each read clump out of your hair with an apologetic yet amused look on his face.

"Stop smiling, asshole."

"Your hair is so pretty", he sighs dreamily, paying you no mind.

"Why are you always so-"

"Did you notice I finished cleaning it up like 5 minutes ago?"

"What? Then why in the world-"

"You've always liked it when I play with your hair."

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you right off.

"Nuh-uh, don't say a thing. I just saw you close your eyes for a good thirty seconds."

"Pfft", you feign ignorance, too proud to admit that he is right. "Only because I can't stand looking at your ugly face."

"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks."

He runs his fingers over your scalp once again. Accidentally, you shudder. And he looks. Very closely.

He abruptly gets up, coughing awkwardly.

"You should probably take a shower. I can't get rid of this shit without water."

Before you have time to protest, he has closed the door behind himself, shouting through the thin barrier. "I'll leave some clothes in front of the bathroom for you."

For the next few minutes, you try to burn away the memory of Jungkook's fingers in your hair with an excruciatingly hot shower. It works semi-well, considering you now do not only feel hot on the outside but also on the inside.

When you step out into the living room in Jungkook's clothes, the hot feeling inside your chest spreads out all the way to the pit of your stomach.

His eyes fall on you and widen.

In place of the stupid comment that you half-expected, all he does is scan you with his bottom lip tugged away beneath his teeth.

From your wet hair to your toes in his white socks you're all covered in him, he thinks.

His shampoo, his clothes, the traces of his fingertips. His, his, his. How can he blur the lines further and make it ours? And why is his brain suddenly working like that of a dog trying to mark its territory?

Yoongi finally breaks the spell with a not-so-subtle step on Jungkook's foot. "Let's eat, children."

Then, and you aren't sure whether you only imagine it, he mumbles under his breath. "Before he loses his shit entirely."

The dinner is simultaneously uneventful and surprising. It is uneventful because Yoongi and you both clearly aren't the type of person to make conversation with a stranger and Jungkook is oddly quiet for once.

It is also surprising because Yoongi is an outstandingly great cook. Personally, you had taken him more for the type to eat old cigarettes out of a metal ashtray. Never judge a book by its cover, you guess.

Jungkook for his part is feeling all warm and fuzzy. The light is igniting your face from behind and you look closer to the angel he knows you are. For a bonus, you are letting your hair air dry, and he gets to see it in its natural, messy state which is an unusual occurrence.

When he looks at you like this all he can think is that he wants to have you close so badly.

He knows it's not right because you are so incredibly out of his league, so far out of his reach, he shouldn't even dare to outstretch his hands.

You are beautiful in a way that goes beyond his ability to fully fathom.

But ever so often, the fundamentals of the idea that lie behind Your Beauty scratch the surfaces of his understanding. That's when he gets a taste of something that is almost too much for him to stomach.

That way he also knows he doesn't deserve to even think of you.

But he is weaker than some held him accountable for. He couldn't stop himself from letting his mind wander to places he knows will drive him downright psychotic. At night when he wraps his hand around himself or right now when his shirt falls down your shoulder and exposes a strip of your neck and he wants to pull you down onto the couch in the living room, hidden away beneath him, and kiss you stupid.

He doesn't fantasise about things that go beyond innocent most of the time. His dreams largely consist of little pecks and sweet nothings whispered into your skin. Him carefully caressing your skin. Your smile directed at him, and only him.

If he could choose one dream of his to come true it would not be that you allowed him to do these things with you.

That couldn't possibly be enough, no.

If he could choose one dream of his to come true, it would be that you wanted him to do these things with you too.

How sweet would it be to have you want to whisper to him, fuck him, smile at him and only him?

But the universe has a funny way of pointing out in bright colours that you liking him back was about as likely as him getting over you. Fucking perfect.

"Somebody care to explain to me what the heck is going on here?", Jimin aggressively throws the door of the apartment shut behind him.

Jungkook startles out of his trance-like state soon enough to see you looking up at your brother with raised eyebrows.  "Sorry that we ate without you?"

"Yes, I am also terribly sorry that my little sister and my best friend are having a fucking candlelight dinner without me", Jimin stumps across the floor, not bothering to take his shoes off and pulls Jungkook up by the back of his shirt. "I'm even more sorry that my sister is wearing my idiot best friend's clothes."

You swallow hard. Where the fuck had Yoongi gone? And when had he lit those candles?

"This is not what it looks like, I swear!"

At the same time, Jungkook punches Jimin in the stomach. "Better get used to it, motherfucker."

Why did he always have to nullify your efforts?

You shoot him an exasperated look and he swears you are so hot, but oh so cruel.

It's a Friday night when Jungkook realizes that, once again, he is royally fucked.

The night had started out innocently enough. Practice had been going well and after he had broken a good sweat Jayden offered him some of the good weed in the locker room, which of course he didn't deny.

He wasn't an idiot.

So he got high with some of his teammates. High as fuck, actually. And it had been great. All fun and dandy.

Until he entered that damned Italian restaurant.

Just as his luck had it, you and your group of friends had also decided to enjoy the fine dining services offered at El Torero that very evening. (The fact that this Italian restaurant had a Spanish name also really messed him up.)

Which wouldn't have been as tragic as he made it out to be if you weren't so pretty.

Which also wouldn't have been as tragic, if he could go through with his plan of pretending he didn't notice your presence.

But Jimin spotted you right away and loudly greeted you across the restaurant, his teammates following suit and before he knew what was happening to him he was cramped into a tiny booth with way too many people and you way too close.

And so he had to watch you, high as a kite.

The problem there should be obvious.

"Mine would be Antarctica", you announce on the topic of dream travel destinations. 

"Antarctica? Are you crazy?", Jayden looks at you like you have two heads.

"Why not?", you retort. "Seeing penguins in the wild is at the very top of my bucket list and besides I imagine it to be so cozy. It would be freezing cold outside but you would still go on little adventures every day. Adventures like seeing penguins in the wild. And then the rest of time you get to spend inside the cruise ship with your travel buddies."

Your eyes sparkle enthusiastically as you imagine yourself somewhere far across the ocean.

Jungkook stares at the side of your head, so obsessed.

If only he knew more about the subjects that you were passionate about so he could talk to you about them and get a taste of how magnificent your brain truly was. He wanted to take a look deep inside of it only to find he was an insignificant scumbag by comparison.

Maybe you would realise soon enough just how inferior he truly was, and being the generous soul that you were, you would take pity on him. Then you would sit him down and explain to him exactly how the world worked. Maybe, he would be able to see what you see afterward. How much more colourful would the world be then?

He imagines it would be like turning the brightness of his phone screen up at night.

"What about you, Jungkook?"

He is so caught off guard by the question, his eyes take a while to make out who even addressed him.

Ji-eun looks at him expectantly from across the table.

"Huh? What?", he asks dumbly. 

"Your dream travel destination", Taehyung helps him out.

"Oh", Jungkook's mind is as blank as an empty sheet of paper. "Antarctica?"

Jungkook winces as Jimin throws a cold fry at him. "Stop being in love with my sister!"

Jungkook kicks Jimin under the table as he fishes the fry out of his hair. "Then have a less perfect sister."

You lean your head on Taehyung's shoulder, looking somewhat bored by the conversation.

Little does Jungkook know, you are currently wishing death upon him on the inside.

You felt like he was making fun of you with his constant teasing. While you were slowly starting to like (?) him more an more he made a literal joke out of flirting with you.

All the while, Jungkook is praying to God that he might be granted the opportunity to spontaneously reincarnate as Kim Taehyung. Jungkook wanted your shoulder resting on him. 

"We should go together for our honeymoon, Kook", you decide to tease back. Maybe you playing along with Jungkook's little games would help your subconscious realize that this was all you would ever be to Jungkook. A game.

Jungkook marbles at the nickname, has to consciously fight the urge to shudder at the way it rolls off your lips. Somehow, it sounded almost like an insult but he doesn't really care. 

"Stop being in love with me, __", he mimics Jimin's words form earlier and you roll your eyes so hard they almost get stuck. 

The conversation quickly moves along after that but Jungkook has happily drifted off, completely engrossed by your presence. 

He absolutely loves the way your lips move when you talk. You are so smart and outspoken and-

"Shit", he curses under his breath, barely audible.

Jayden smirks, having watched him with great amusement this entire time. "What was that, Kook?"

"Nothing. I-", Jungkook coughs. "I totally forgot. Haha. I have an assignment to hand in 'till twelve."

Jungkook flees. There is no other option, really. It is either rushing out of the restaurant like he is being chased by a heard of mammoths or flashing the hard-on that would soon form in his pants at the entire restaurant.

As soon as he has locked the doors of his car behind him, his head lands on a steering wheel with a loud thump. He sighs in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

How much longer could he stand living like this?

Jungkook felt like he was slowly but surely reaching his breaking point. Being so close to you, yet unable to be with you in the way he desired so badly quite literally drove him insane.

It made him act like a love-sick, hormone-driven idiot. It messed him up to the point where he couldn't be in the same room as you anymore and had to cowardly hide in his car instead.

The painful throbbing of his cock makes Jungkook chuckles at himself.

Was he really going to do this? Drive off and jerk off to the thought of you? Just how much more pathetic could he get?

When he experimentally wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, his grip is so tight that it hurts.

And it should. He deserved the pain if he was really going to go through with this.

And he knew, he just knew, he was. There was simply no way he could resist. 

So he hits the pedal and tries to focus on the road. It would be the literal epitome of humiliating if he caused an accident right now.

A few minutes later he comes to a halt on the side of a quiet road. Thinks the spot fits the whole vibe of What the fuck is wrong with you? quite excellently. 

And then he hands himself over to a deeply familiar and well-practiced process.

Even after all these years, it's still the same as when he was alone at night in his bedroom at fourteen years old. And though he finds the way it all unfolds almost comical, it doesn't get any less exciting.

The guilt always sets in first. He thinks self-deprecating thoughts like how he shouldn't do this, shouldn't want you.

At the same time, the rubbing on his cock is so frantic that his hand clashes against the steering wheel several times and each time he gets more embarrassed.

What would you say if you saw him like this? All desperate and brain-dead because you made him so?

He doesn't even want to know. You would probably be spooked.

Another habit that had formed years ago when there was nothing but thin walls separating your houses, was that he wouldn't dare to let your name slip past his lips. When he was younger he feared that if he whispered it just a tad too loudly, the wind would carry the sound to your window.

Somehow that fear had endured until now, where he was scared that even across the many miles that separated you, you would hear his quiet pleading and come to laugh right at his face.

But he couldn't help himself tonight.

"__", he sighs as softly as he can and tries to take it back the next second. Can't. "Fuck. Fuck."

Jungkook has to stop for a moment, his wrist hurting and heart pounding.

The effect of the weed has started to wear off a while ago but now he is on a different kind of drug. Now he is high on the thought of you.

That drug does him so well that his fingers wander back down to his cock almost automatically to toy with it. So well that his head sinks back against the headrest.

In a different universe where you met under different circumstances, would you be here with him, your hands stroking his thighs encouragingly?

God, he would love for you to watch. Just sit beside him in the passenger seat and tell him he is doing good. He would be so good for you, he swore.

After that, it doesn't take long until he is gently rocking up into his own hand, all energy having left his body and releasing straight into it to the thought of your eyes on him.

Attention-whore, he scoffs at himself while wiping his hands in the dark fabric of his jeans.

You stare at the back of your classmate's head, the voice of your professor but a background noise. 

Jungkook And __ Together was anything but a joke to you anymore. Only that you couldn't quite grasp the idea that lay behind it.

Did Jungkook And __ Together mean the very thing it implied?

Did Jungkook like you? Did you like Jungkook? Did you like each other? Were you beginning to like him in ways that were very different to the sisterly affection you felt for him before?

You try to shoo the stupid boy with his stupidly fluffy hair and stupidly glowy skin out of your thoughts.

Only to spontaneously remember the way he looked that Sunday, sitting on the couch freshly showered. 

God, you had to focus!

And not on Jungkook's thigh-tattoo replaying over and over again in the mental cinema that has been your mind for the past week.

✧ author's note

thank you for reading! i hope u enjoyed. in any case lmk your thoughts if you the have time to share bc i'm desperately trying to get better at this whole thing. btw im alr working on chapter 2 but it'll probably take at least a few more weeks until it is ready to post. in the meantime let's all enjoy spring! hope u have a great time and plenty sunny days!

✧ comments, likes, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated.

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the hoofbeats were many, but our hearts were one.

YESSSSSS WE LOVE CHAOTIC CAT GIRLS IN THIS HOUSE!!,

I needed a catgirl OC so

Oddly Satisfying

☽ THE EARTH LAUGH IN FLOWERS ☾

I wish I had a secretary like her.

oh my GOSH YES

Not me stalking your whole blog because I just found you and am a little in love with you 😍 You mentioned Pokémon and I must know: which Pokémon is each member of Bangtan? (Can I be 🥭?)

oh fuck! watch me spend more time on this than i did writing foresight 😵‍💫 i’m sticking to first gen/evolutions, and going purely off vibes here. and i’m too tired to explain my thought process, so you’ll just have to trust me!!!

namjoon: mew

seokjin: pikachu

yoongi: cubone

hobi: mr. mime

jimin: it’s jigglypuff, okay??

taehyung: squirtle

jungkook: ditto