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What Normal People Do - 3

You've been, frankly, having a shit day. Your boyfriend (whom you don't even like that much) breaking up with you was your final straw. Then two very attractive young men and their service dog walk into your life and can't seem to leave. bit of a rushed chapter- not as finely tuned as i would like it to be. the reader kinda took me by the ear and wrote this chapter themselves, lol ao3! ghost/soap/gn!reader (established ghoap)

Lately, I've Been Crying Like A Tall Child

You have, frankly, been having a pretty shit day. Firstly you had three difficult patients back to back with varying degrees of Bitching Mothers™️ that insisted on you throwing safety to the wind for a small payout. You heard a lot of:

“No, can we skip that vaccine? I heard from my nail girl that they have red dye 40 in them,” one had said, her springy six-year-old doodling with the crayons and colouring books provided. You feel your jaw tick as you put on your best customer service smile.

“No ma’am, we can’t because the diphtheria vaccine is meant to help her. She’s at risk right now of getting it. She could die, ma'am.” You say. She frowned, a little convinced, but still stubborn.

“I don’t know if I want red dye in her bloodstream-“

“There’s no red dye 40 in any vaccine she'll ever get.” You grit out. “Ma’am.” She sighed as if she was being forced, but she nodded her head anyway.

“Well, I’m trusting you here.” She said, dramatically sighing.

Another was upset you had given her son a purple band-aid after his vaccine. The last openly talked about her tween daughter’s problems- ‘blightin’ useless, she is, scored dead last in her class- surely there’s something you can do to her, lovie?’- she had said while the said tween sat, mortified, on the table after you had told her through gritted teeth that that wasn’t related at all to your job.

After all of that, you were done with your job. Like, ‘I’m going to punch my next patient kind of done’.

You make it through the last bits of your shift with no more rude and/or stupid patients and without assaulting anyone. You make it to your car before texting the one person you trusted to not overwhelm you in your fragile state ; your friend from uni, Emma.

                                                                                                                        Today 2:28 PM

                                                                                                                   - can we hang? please? abt to commit second degree murder

     - always, babes 😘

     - St. James’ Park

                                                                                                                                                       -   give me an hour

And that’s how you found yourself in a strawberry festival with Em, laughing at her as she tried to throw strawberry-shaped bean bags into strawberry-shaped corn holes while wearing a strawberry-shaped hat that was frankly ridiculous. Actually, this entire thing was ridiculous . Perfectly so because you could barely remember why you had been murderous earlier.

When you’ve both got strawberry scones and are walking to your next destination- a strawberry jewellery stall, at her insistence- two very hot, very large men with a dog pass by you. One of them is wearing a black surgical mask that does nothing to hide how pretty his deep brown eyes are, framed with pale blond eyelashes that almost blend into his porcelain-pale skin that’s marred by multiple scars. The other one, who was shorter than the blond but still tall in his own right, had bright blue eyes, a friendly smile and short, spiky brown hair cut in a mohawk. The German shepherd trotting along with them has a harness that reads ‘SERVICE DOG - DO NOT DISTURB’. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Em whispering in your ear:

“Hunks galore.”

“More like a one-way ticket to pound town.” You whisper back. Em smacks your arm and then you cackle together because the two hunks are surprisingly very fast walkers and have already left you in the dust.

Maybe an hour later, Em gets a text from her girlfriend.

“My maiden!” Em exclaims as she looks down at her phone while chatting with you about nothing over strawberry tea cakes.  “Her car broke down!” Em says. “Oh, I’m sorry babe, I’ve gotta dash. I’ll see you later, mmkay?” She kisses your cheek and then she’s off.

Thinking of Em’s girlfriend reminds you of your significantly worse love life. You have a boyfriend right now, but it isn’t like you’re head over heels or anything. He’s nice but a little boring- admittedly, you’ve dated worse. Maybe that’s why you’ve stayed for half a year.

You decide to wander around the fair for a little longer, needing some extra cheer to make it through the work week and you more or less get pulled into getting your hand read by an elderly woman in a strawberry dress unwittingly. She’s small, definitely shorter than you, but her eyes are wise and her smile is knowing.

“Come, sit,” she frets, pulling out a wooden chair for you. So you do. Then she demands you give her your hands. So you do. She puts on reading glasses while she hunches over your outstretched palm, peering down at the fine lines. She makes a contemplative noise before tracing a wrinkle. “Misery soon,” she observes. “Oh, dear, within the hour.” She stares down some more. “It’ll be repaid tenfold with good karma, don’t worry your pretty heart.” Her face brightens. “Oh-ho, companionship! Soon! Oh- my, very good friends.” She says, gaping for a moment at your hand. “Hmm. Maybe some bumps on the road but that’s to be expected. It’ll be worth it, dear.” She pats your hand with one of her old, withered ones, slipping a strawberry bonbon into your hold with a wink. “Now shoo!” 

You leave feeling a little confused. Just an old lady with a complex, you rationalise. And just as you’re finishing up making your last rounds, passing by stalls, your phone rings with a text. So you pull over and read the text from your boyfriend.

                                                                                                                             Today 6:52 PM

     -  hey

                                                                                                                                                                                                        - hi babe

     - i need 2 tell u smth

                                                                                                                                                                                                        - okay?

     - i wanna break up

     - idk i feel like things hv gotten stale

     - u dont mind right

     -u can come get ur stuff 

So surely it’s no surprise to anyone when you turn into an alleyway, slump against a concrete wall and start ugly crying while staring down at your phone. While admittedly you weren’t that upset about being broken up with, you were upset about so suddenly moving out. Going out onto the housing market, so soon and so late in the day, no less, was sending you down a panic-induced spiral.

Then there is a large, comforting weight on your lap, like someone had covered you with a weighted blanket. You open your eyes a little, tears still falling, and you see a German shepherd on your lap, nudging your elbow with its muzzle. Then you see the service dog harness and remember the dog as the one that had been side by side with the hunks that passed you and Em. You gawk for a moment before determinedly trying to stop your tears; if the dog is here, surely the very hot, otherworldly hot owners are nearby. You’d hate for them to see you snivelling.

You focus on the big, fluffy body on you and, damn, whatever the hell the dog’s doing is working because you no longer feel like the world is ending. You just need a new apartment. Worse has happened.

Once you take some deep breaths, you immediately see one of the hunks standing there. Just… watching. You panic, because you can’t fully read his expression from under his mask, and surely he must be mad that his service dog had pounced on you. You try to convince the dog to move but it’s having none of it.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, your dog sort of- um, trapped me here, I didn’t mean to-“

“No.” The hunk says (he’s hotter up close). He’s gruff and big and truth be told he does not seem like the kind of person you wouldn't want to argue with, so you stay quiet. “She wanted to help you. ‘S fine.” He says.

“Um,” you say. “Okay. Are you sure?”

The hunk merely grunts. “Are you okay?” He asks, and perhaps you’re being persuaded by his sheer mass and your new-found single status, but you swear his voice has softened a little, to not spook you more.

“Oh, um. Yeah.” You say, internally wincing at your overuse of ‘oh’.

The hunk stares down at you for a long while. Did you do something wrong? Shit. Maybe he does really mind. You shift underneath his dog awkwardly and feel the urge to explain yourself.

“I just, um- I have an, um. A thing.” You say quietly. It’s not an entire lie- yeah, you were half-convinced you had a ‘thing’ from Em’s insistence that ‘you’re not okay, babe!’ multiple times over. You can’t help the guilt of telling a lie when you weren’t diagnosed with anything, however.

“Are you okay?” He asks. Again. “Riley doesn’t start DPT on total strangers for no reason.” He sounds dry, but… insistent. Somehow. It leaves you with no way to squeeze out a lie. His pretty eyes stare two dead holes into yours, and you’re sure you’re gonna get vaporized, Terminator style. Unease creeps into your gut.

“No, I’m OK. Just… got a little upset.” You say weakly, forcing out your best smile. You’re proud that you don’t grimace instead. He just keeps on staring at you, showing no inclination of answering. Then, just as you’re about to force the dog off, the other hunk- an Amazon gladiator, holy hells- walks in, excitement in his eyes.

“Si, ‘ave found a strawberry sex stall-!“ He says, but then he notices you and his expression goes into something you can’t read.

“Well, hello, there.” He says. You surely must look like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hello,” you squeak out, because not one but two superhumanly hot men are paying you attention. You gently push the dog off of you, mumbling a ‘bye’ before you scurry away and straight to your car. You don’t look back.

——

The next morning, you’ve just packed up your every belonging from your ex-boyfriend’s flat- he didn’t even bother to help- and rented out a storage cube, packed in everything single-handedly, and then got the best sleep of your life in a hotel. You had woken up and then gone to a coffee shop because your entire day would be filled with hunting down an affordable place to rent. You had Em help you fill out a few applications while you were driving from the ex’s flat to the storage cube to the flat and then storage again .

You’re reading through an email one of the landlords of one of the nicer apartments sent you this morning as you walk inside, give the barista your order and pay. Your reading quickly becomes scanning- you got the place!- for payments to make, forms to fill, people to contact, etc. But you’re stoked! This new apartment is better than the ex’s, and the one you had before him, so you really can’t help yourself from smiling like a dork.

“Seems like ye’ve got a love-hate relationship wif’ that thing.” A masculine and not too unfamiliar voice says from your right.

You startle, almost ready to throw hands, and then remember that the voice is familiar. You stare at him- shit, it’s the Amazon from yesterday. Everything had been so chaotic you had forgotten about that embarrassing encounter with the hunks, but you had no such luck. It’s fine. He doesn’t seem too disgusted with you. 

“Oh! No, um. I got broken up with yesterday.” You say, reading his expression to see if there’s any hatred there , that you accidentally made his service dog sniff you out and take him away from his boyfriend. “Had to move out and find a new place on short notice.”

“And ye got the place?” He says, pretty blue eyes soft and inviting. It’s like he cares.

“Yes. It’s really lovely . Rent’s maybe a bit much but I’m sure I can budget it… It’s such a great stroke of luck that I’ve found it under 24 hours.” Ouch. Overshare. You cringe inwardly.

The Amazon nods.

“O’ course. ‘M glad fer ye.” Hot and nice. If he wasn’t a taken man….

“Thank you.” You say, smiling shyly. He smiles- big and bright and genuine.

“Och, no need tae thank me.”

Your brow furrows and you’re about to explain how your thanks are very much deserved- you should be thanking him for breathing the same air as you, much less hold a conversation with you- and then the barista calls out a poor butchering of your name and you leave because you’ve got some new-apartment paperwork to do.

It’s only halfway through scanning PDFs that you realise you hadn’t even gotten his number.

——

You’re going grocery shopping because it’s been three days and you’re frankly getting sick of takeout. You had written a list and you were considering if you needed apples when, for the second time this week, a masculine voice shocks you out of your train of thought.

“Well, lookit tha’!” The Amazon exclaims (you haven’t even gotten his name). You look up from your pondering. He smiles the way he had at the cafe; big and bright, and he claps your shoulder with his big hand.

“How’s the new flat?” He asks.

“Oh, it’s better than the photos,” you say. Just thinking about how pretty the flat was during your tour yesterday was enough to make you smile again.

“‘M glad, bonnie.” He says.

“Bonnie?” You ask, confused. Did he think that was your name?

“Don’t worry about it! How about this weather?” The Amazon says loudly , making you blink.

You chat with Johnny in the produce section about whatever comes to mind, and then at some point the Amazon- Johnny, as he introduces himself- shifts your focus from the groceries and he ushers you to a new cafe right next to the grocery store. You buy your drink and find a booth and you spend at least two hours talking with Johnny. At some point, you had to leave because you truly did have other things to do, no matter how nice the conversation was.

——

The next day, you’ve gotten your keys and are moving your boxes into your new flat. The neighbours seem quiet, you think, as you heft a box of plates into the apartment.

It’s been about half an hour before you get all the boxes inside and start fiddling with some deadbolts you’d bought on Amazon, just in case.

"Need help?" A voice asks, materialising behind you and spooking the living hell out of you. You then recognize him as the blond hunk- Johnny’s boyfriend, Simon. He’s staring- waiting for an answer, shit.

"No, I'm okay. Um, thank you, though." You say, still feeling remnant fear from his sudden appearance.

"Did you just move in?" He asks. Blunt, you think. The dog from earlier is there, too, tail wagging.

“Yes.” You hesitate- no way you have enough luck in this world to bag a beautiful apartment and beautiful neighbours. You decide you just have to know. “Do you… live here?” You ask.

Simon grunts. “We’re the flat over.”

“Oh!” You smile. “Well. Thank you for offering to help, neighbour.” You say, cringing a little- 'neighbour'? really?- but you put on a smile that must coax a smile from Simon from underneath his face mask. Then he says bye and you’re quick to reciprocate while the dog trots over to butt its head against your leg, and then they go into the flat over, just like Simon said.

——

The next morning, Johnny and Simon, your new, beautiful neighbours, are at your door at ten. Thankfully, it’s your day off, otherwise, they’d be knocking in an empty apartment.

When you open your door after the second knock, Johnny is standing in front of Simon outside your front door, holding a platter full of blueberry muffins and a still-tired Simon hovering behind him- almost protectively, you think. You probably don’t look the best as your plans today were to rot in bed.

“Hello, you two.” You say, trying to subtly fix your appearance while smiling .

“Hi! Ae made ye muffins. Tae help settle ‘ta the new flat.” Johnny says proudly.

“Wow, thank you. You didn’t have to. Here, come inside- I’m sorry, it’s a mess,” you apologise, inwardly panicking. After you’d gotten all the boxes in, you hadn’t even considered unpacking anything but the essentials yet. And you’d gone digging for certain things, leaving a few boxes open with stuff falling out.

“You got here last night?” Simon asks gruffly while you direct Johnny to set the muffins on your kitchen island.

“Can I make you some tea?” You ask, scrambling for your manners- God, it’d been a while since you last had new people over. You start looking for your kettle.

They start a conversation with you about the weather as you look for mugs and tea bags.

“Sorry, no sugar. Or creamer.” You apologise, making up for it with more tea than normal in their mugs.

Then you talk about leasing dates, the landlord, the best parking areas, the cheapest takeouts, and things to do around.

They manage to get you in their apartment once you become immersed in the conversation enough, just picking back up where you left off on their rather comfy couch. Johnny is more talkative than Simon is, but that’s not to say that Simon is a hulking statue (though that’d be hot, too). He grunts when appropriate, asks you questions, rags on Johnny and seems genuinely interested in the comings and goings of your life.

By the time you leave, it’s half past five and you have a full feeling from companionship. —— You come to realise that Simon and Johnny are the sort of friends you can rely on. You were putting your brand new bed frame up when you realised you didn't have a single screwdriver, so you had tucked your tail and asked the boys if they had one- and to your surprise (and delight) Simon came right over with a toolbox and made the entire frame without being asked to. He even put the mattress atop your new frame. He was just about to fix the hinges on your door before you had to stop him and make him lunch before he remade the entire flat. "Really, you didn't have to do that, Simon," you fret while putting a sandwich together for him while he stares at you, toolbox sitting on the kitchen island. "Sure I did." He says. It's like in their mind they've made up that they have to take care of you- like earlier this week. You'd just gotten home from work and decided to get groceries while you were out and about- you needed milk, anyways. But between the shopping bags and your work bag, your arms were a little overloaded. You didn't want to go through two trips, either, which resulted in you holding five bags and fumbling around for your keys. It was inevitable, really, that your work bag would slip and fall.  You had groaned and just began to bend your knees before you here an 'och, le'me!' from behind you. Johnny is there, taking your work bag and then three of the remaining bags from your arms. "Johnny, it's-" "Nae, I dinnae hear it. Open your door, bonnie." He seems intent on calling you that, too. Even though he knows your name. You'll have to ask about it soon. You just sigh and unlock your door before putting one of the grocery bags down, Johnny following suit.  "Thank you." "Nae sweat o' ma back." He says with a boyish grin before leaving and closing the door behind you. The attention is nice, really. It feels good to be so close to some people you could trust.

FINALLY THE EXES HAVE INTERACTED

I started reading this series and it really broke my heart.  Even without knowing all the context for why their relationship ended the pain it has brought onto the reader and JK have been so vividly described it is amazing.  

                    ❪  💜  MASTERLIST :  ❫  ghost in my bed

Jeon Jungkook was your best friend, your boyfriend, your everything. Once upon a time, you were his, too. But like everything else in life, things change. You just never thought those changes would take your everything away.

alt summary.  Sometimes, hating someone is the only thing you can do.

pairing.  jjk x named f!reader plus a lil bit of jhs x named f!reader.  e2l (exes n enemies!).

genre + rating.  rockstar!au.  a heavy, heavy dose of angst, some fluff (or romance) maybe later on, and eventuaaal smut maybe.  general with explicit chapters (*) marked.

tags / warnings.  past infidelity, (referenced) cheating, jealousy, drinking, driving under the infuence, (referenced) drug use, childhood sweethearts turned sad sacks, actual heartthrob jungkook, (referenced) car accident, jeon jungkook is a lil shit, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly!), creampie, an inappropriate use of a mirror, etc.  :’)

wc.  16.2k.  ongoing.

author note.  n/a.

moodboard

vogue article

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

drabble:  mirrors *

maniac

ex boyfriend!jjk x reader

genre: angst ft. Fluff

word count: 3.3k

warning: tattoos, drunk! jk, y/n cries a lot, Conan Gray songs (I like him don’t come at me), mentions of sexual themes, language (as always), I was sad when I wrote this so buckle up for some HEAVY angst

synopsis: a mutual breakup from your long term boyfriend leaves you inevitably devastated, but a unexpected collaboration may just be the breakthrough the two of you needed.

“Fuck you.”

“You already have.”

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

“If anyone tells you to “let’s stay friends” after you become emotionally involved with them that is the most bullshit lie anyone can say.”

“Why?” You sipped your drink as you watched your boyfriend down his once again.

“Because.” Jeongguk shrugged, “It’s gonna be uncomfortable. You shared everything and now you have to find the middle ground between that everything and nothing. It’s gonna be hard.” He started to slur his words as he leaned on the bar counter.

You flicked his nose, making him grimace, “I didn’t think you’d be this sentimental on my birthday.”

Jeongguk wrapped his arms around you before pecking your head, “Don’t worry love, that’ll never happen to us.”

You rolled your eyes as you took the next drink away from him, “Come on, Jeongguk, you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Nuh-uh! I’m fine” Jeongguk protested, reaching for the glass that you took out of his hand. He pouted once he realized that you weren’t going to give in, “You’re mean.”

“And you’re drunk.”

“And you love me.” Jeongguk smiled absent-mindedly before leaning in… only to be met with your palm that cupped his face.

“You’re drunk.”

“I still want a kiss.” He whined with pursed lips.

You rolled your eyes, “Why do I even love you?”

“Cause I’m one handsome motherfricker.”

“That you are.” You smiled before pressing a kiss against his lips. ——

3-year anniversary! Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood.

8 months.

It’s been 8 months since you ended your relationship with Jeon Jeongguk. And 8 months since you had talked to him. It was a mutual break-up, a good one if such had even existed. A difference of opinions and stress from your relationship. The continuous fights and lack of compromise, it couldn’t have been fixed… or so you liked to tell yourself.

Funny thing is that a part of you didn’t hate him, a part that still loved him existed. Though you had agreed to maintain your friendship after the breakup, that never happened. You had waited for him to text you after, to ask you how you were, if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasn’t going to, it was too late… too awkward for you to ask as well. So, the two of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility. You ignored each other in public and private, he was a stranger… just another face in the crowd.

And in those brief moments that you had made eye contact with him, you couldn’t help the daggers that bore from your eyes for he was shooting them as well. Your glares started to act as a shield, a mask for the longing and mourning of not only your lover but also your friend. He had been your friend for the 3 years you had known him, 2 years of dating. And now all of it was down the drain.

But life went on, and your friend groups (thankfully) weren’t intertwined, so you could resume your social life without the worry of seeing him. You went drinking, partying, doing things that you hadn’t done since you were single. Things that would’ve counted as cheating, things that felt like cheating. They felt oh so wrong. Flirting with other guys, them flirting with you, them touching you.

But you still soldiered on, you got out of bed and did your assignments. Dutifully attended your college classes and went to the café that you had worked at. You studied, you ate, you slept, you exercised, and you lived. Life went on and it seemed that it wouldn’t stop like the movies did even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. Sometimes you forgot, most of the time you did. Your life had never been orbited around Jeongguk and it seemed even less so now.

Sometimes you felt even okay like it never had happened. Like he had never existed.

But then one day… one day you’d be walking by and get a whiff of his perfume in the crowd. One day you'd be walking by and hear someone hum the song that he had made you listen to until you rolled your eyes. And on those days, you’d just walk by and want to crouch and break down into a fit of unending tears. You always think that you’re over it, that you’re over him. You’d done so well, made so much progress, nitpicked until you found a fatal flaw that will finally turn you away from him.

But then you remember. All those little smiles and exchanges. You remember the way he had touched you so delicately, the way he had smiled against your kisses and traced circles on the small of your back as he held onto your waist. You remember the way he would try to cook for you and end up ordering takeout with a pout and the flowers and the gifts and the small “I love you”’s he would whisper as you lay asleep in his arms in your apartment. And you’d see yourself. All these faces in this crowded city called Seoul, and for some reason you’d see yourself still trying to find his. And the cycle starts again.

So today was one of those days that you had begun to miss him.

And it sucked.

Because the one person to make you feel better was no longer yours.

——

“Y/N and Jeongguk,” Your professor had sat the pair of you down in her office.

It had been 4 weeks since the last time you had seen Jeongguk (after a run-in at the grocery store where you had ignored each other) and you had to mentally slap yourself to stop staring at him. Your boyfriend… your ex-boyfriend was hot. He was always attractive, but even more so now.

Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t seen him in a month or the fact that he decided to suddenly grow out his chin-length hair into a bun, but what you did know… was that you no longer could look at him like you were looking at him right now. You tugged at the strings of your sweatshirt, wanting it to swallow you whole before he could see the blush rising in your cheeks.

“Is there a problem?” Jeongguk asked politely, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence…

“Your collaborations these past 3 years have been amazing! Especially your cover of “People Watching” received a lot of applause at the Music Festival last year.” Your professor leaned back into her hair, “It seems like the two of you understand how to compliment your voices and remix the song. Since the two of you are seniors and this is your last Music Festival… the faculty was wondering if the pair of you,” She nodded at the two of you respectively, “Would be willing to put on an honorary performance at the Music Festival this year.”

Your eyes widened at the question, not only was this a huge honor but it was a great way for the two of you to get exposure to potential producers for scouting. For the first time since you had walked in, Jeongguk looked at you. He looked equally surprised.

You cleared your throat, “I think, we need to talk about-“

“We’ll do it.” Jeongguk cut you off.

You gawked at him.

Your professor stared at your exchange, “If you need to discuss beforehand, that’s alright. We can talk in a few days, just show us a demo in about 2 weeks and you’d be set for the Music Festival in 3 months.” ——

“What the fuck was that?” You implored at a safe distance away from Professor Lee’s office.

Jeongguk raised his brow from behind you, hands shoved into his sweatpants with only one earbud in, you had to fight the urge to take the other, “What?”

“That!” You pointed behind him in the direction of the office, “In there!”

Jeongguk shrugged, “What? The Music Festival?”

“Yes.” You hissed.

Jeongguk walked toward you were at arm’s length, your eyes widened as you gawked at the taller man in front of you. He leaned down until your face was only inches away from his, eyes hooded with a look of clear annoyance, “What? You don’t want to do it?”

“Of course I want to-“

“Then what’s the problem?” He smirked at the last syllable that escaped his lips, his eyes flickered down and back up to your eyes, “Are you uncomfortable around me?”

Yes.

“No.”

Jeongguk cocked his head to the side before standing up straight again, “Then there’s no reason for us not to do it.” He shrugged before pulling out his earbud and shoving it into his pocket, “After all.” His eyes bore into you, “We’re friends.”

Friends.

You glared at him, oh how much you wanted to just punch this handsome motherfucker, “Yeah, friends.”

“So, we’ll do it?” Jeongguk asked through hooded eyes.

“There’s no reason we shouldn’t.” You muttered.

“Yeah…” Jeongguk trailed off, “No reason…”

“Do you want to pick the song or should I?” You didn’t even bother to hide the venom in your voice.

“We’ll pick it together.” He put up his hood before walking away, “Text me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

He stopped, then proceeded to walk again, “I’ll just text you then.” ——

Ex: Hey. Ex: It’s Jeongguk.

You lied, you still had Jeongguk’s number. You didn’t delete his contact, just the conversation. The first few weeks you had been so tempted to text him. Wasting your hours rereading all the messages you exchanged when you dated; it was painful. So, you deleted them and now you regretted it because now you don’t remember. You had forgotten how he had spoken to you when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You: Hey.

Ex: So

Ex: What song are we doing?

You: Conan Gray?

Ex: Sure

Ex: Heather

You: Too basic

Ex: True

Ex: Telepath

You: Too high

Ex: You can handle it

You: I’d rather not damage my vocal cords trying to sound like a pigeon on crack

Ex: That is oddly specific

Ex: … are you calling me a pigeon on crack?

You: You said it not me

Ex: -_-

You: lmao

You: Checkmate?

Ex: Too graphic

Ex: The Cut That Always Bleeds

You: And I’m the graphic one?

Ex: Maniac

You stared at the suggestion.

You: Okay

——-

“Okay if we lower this part then we need to lower the rest of the chorus.” Jeongguk highlighted his sheet music.

You were surprised, to say the least, when Jeongguk asked to meet you at his shared apartment with Jimin. You hadn’t been there in over 8 months so the moment that you walked in… nostalgia overwhelmed you.

It smelled like Jeongguk, the comforting scent of fresh oranges and sea salt that you had grown to love. Every single corner of the apartment was filled with memories of a time where you had looked at each other with affection. Each part of the carpet had a story, whether it was wrestling or making out, they burned in your brain.

“I think I can go slightly higher, so we don’t have to do that.” You circled it before taking another sip of your tea, empty.

“I made more.” Jeongguk muttered without looking up from his music, “It’s in the kettle.”

“Oh.” You stood up awkwardly, making your way to the kitchen. You looked at the 3 kettles that sat on the stove, “Jeongguk, which one!?”

“The one with flowers on them!” You heard him yell from his living room.

“They all have flowers on them!”

“The… The white one!”

“Jeongguk, they’re all white.”

“Aish, the one you bought me as an apology!”

You froze, it had been your first fight. Thinking about it right now, it was stupid. You broke his kettle; he didn’t really like the kettle in the first place, but he was pissed because you had tried to clean it up before he noticed and left pieces of glass on the floor. A safety hazard that left you with a cut on your right foot. You didn’t understand why he was so mad with the cut on your foot, and he didn’t understand why you didn’t just ask for help to clean up.

You didn’t talk for days, a new record considering that the two of you had always sent at least one meme a day.

You bought him a new kettle to apologize, you told him that you tried to buy a new foot, but they didn’t sell those at Target. He laughed and apologized, and you promised never to try to clean up glass alone and he promised to not get mad at minor injuries. That kettle was nowhere to be found; it wasn’t on the stove.

“You’re gonna be the end of me.” Jeongguk muttered from behind you, his perfume filled your nose. You had always loved the fact that Jeongguk used perfume instead of cologne, your picky nose couldn’t handle musky scents so your boyfriend wearing perfume made you want to kiss him even more when you first started dating. You jumped slightly as he reached from behind you to the selves above the stove, citrus and the sea. Jeongguk. “It’s right here.”

You couldn’t breathe when Jeongguk handed you the kettle, “Thanks.”

“Whatever.” And just like that, he left you with butterflies that pounded against the walls of your stomach. ——

“No! If you take that line, then it disrupts the flow!”

“Who cares about the flow, it makes the repertoire better!”

“I care about the flow!”

“Damnit Jeongguk why are you making this so difficult!” You threw your hands up in the air like an exasperated cartoon character

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?!”

“Act like you’re in the newest Disney Channel cartoon.”

You glowered, “Shuddup.”

“You do though.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already have.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and he just turned away, leaving your apartment. He slipped on his shoes and opened the door before hesitating, “Do you even know what day it was a 3 weeks ago?”

“No.” You lied.

It was your anniversary.

Jeongguk’s eyes softened with disappointment, but his frustrated expression remained the same, “It doesn’t matter anyway. I sent the ticket to your email. I guess you didn’t get it.”

And he left.

Your hands shook slightly as you opened your email, scrolling through your spam until you made it to Jeongguk’s from weeks ago. It was a ticket. To Conan Gray’s concert.

You don’t have to come. He wrote. But I’ll wait in front of entrance before it starts, we promised to come together once, and we promised to stay friends. I don’t want to pressure you… but I really hope you come.

You cried like you did on your anniversary. —-

“You were with your friends partying…” Jeongguk sang. “When the alcohol kicked in, said you wanted me dead.” You followed.

“So, you show up at my home, all alone. With a shovel.”

“And a rose.”

Jeongguk turned toward you, “Do you think I'm a joke?”

Your eyes widened as you looked at him with a questioning expression, “Cause People like you always want back what they can't have. But I'm past that and-“

“I know that, so you should turn back-“

“To my rat pack, tell 'em you’re trash.”

He scoffed before his line, making you raise a brow, “Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy.” “And you drive me mad, that you’re such a stalker.”

His gaze didn’t waver, “A watcher.” He narrowed in on you, “A psychopath.”

You didn’t dare to look away, “And I’ll them you hate me and dated me just for laughs,”

He took long strides toward you from his mic stand, “So, why do you call me and tell me you want me back?”

You stood at your mic stand, shocked for a moment before bellowing, “You maniac.”

Jeongguk didn’t go onto the chorus he just kept his gaze before turning back, shutting off the music, “You hesitated.”

Of course, you fucking hesitated, what does one do when they feel torn between guilt and longing for their ex? What kind of person sits there and sings a love song about their ex with their ex without hesitating? Apparently, Jeon FUCKING Gguk.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, “Let’s just move onto the second part.”

Jeongguk frowned, “Fine.” He said after he drew a slow breath, putting the music back on.

He held up his mic to his pink lips, once again turning towards you, “So, why do you call me and tell me-“

“I want you back.”

Shit did you just say that aloud?

Seeing how Jeongguk froze, apparently you had.

“W-what?” He stuttered for the first time since he started talking to you again, “Y/N, what did you just say-“

“You manic.” You voiced into the mic, following Conan Gray’s voice in the background, “You maniac.”

His expression went blank as Conan Gray called you psychopathic and dramatic in the background. You lowered your mic and steeled yourself for anger, for tears, for him to yell and scream. You didn’t expect to be thrown back with such force. You didn’t expect him to tackle you onto the couch l. Face centimeters from your own. He froze as if just realized how close the two of you were. Fuck if he doesn’t kiss me right now I will-

He tasted like he always did.

You instinctively kissed him back, the past 9 months completely forgotten. Almost as if you had only kissed him yesterday, almost as if this was all normal yet so passionately unmundane.

His perfume filled your nose as you could taste the familiar spearmint gum on his lips.

He kissed you angrily, barrowing his body into yours. It was as if all the glares from the past 9 months had translated themselves into this kiss. A type that you were unused to; it was dissimilar to the times his lips met yours in your heated arguments. Those kisses were filled with smoke and quickly dosed into a sea of forgiveness and understanding. This was fire and lava lapping your exposed skin everywhere his body met yours.

You burned with his fury, and you loved every second of it.

He finally pulled away from you, his breath heavily ridden with his own pants as he pressed his forehead against yours. His breath hit your own lips, “You maniac.”

end of part 1/2

a/n: so basically I got a request for this when I first opened my requests. Tbh I didn’t know how to write this? I was just starting papercuts and ex!jk was still a foreign and abstract concept to me. I didn’t know what to write even in papercuts at that point. I’ve been working on this twoshot for a few weeks on the side and I’m actually really happy with it! Hopefully you enjoyed! Next part will be up by next week!

When u had successfully moved on from him and now u had a dream about him 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀 WTAF is wrong with meeee

Yahi sochkr shayad un galiyon se aage badhte h hum , ki wo aayenge wapis aur dekhenge ki unka chhod dena humei kitni badi bhul thi .... Par wo wakt kabhi aata nhi ... Usi ummeed mei hum budhe ho jate hain

जिसे नादानी कह कर भूल गयी तुम

किस्सा वो मेरे जीवन का है

जिसे भूल कहकर तुम भूलना चाहती

वो मेरे महफ़िल का किस्सा है

जिसे छोर तुम आगे बढ़ी

होगा जीवन का मोड़ तुम्हारा

लौटकर आना एक बार फिर

मैं दिखूंगा तुम्हे वहा

जिसे तुम भूलना चाहती

अब वो सबका जुबानी किस्सा है

जिसे नादानी कह कर भूल गयी तुम

वो जीवन का मेरा एक हिस्सा है !

Inspiration - Raanjhanaa movie 🎥

And they asked why I didn't leave him any sooner

I sent my ex a tumblr post that reminded me of her and she responds with “ohk”?? Bitch I am TRYING and FAILING to get over you even though it has been THREE MONTHS YOU CAN GIVE ME A BIT MORE THAN OHK NOW I’M SAD

Oh guess we back to not talking again

last one is my mood if I ever see my ex again

The proper way to speak…

THIS TAEHYUNG...is a damn tease! NAUR I CAN'T HAVE ANOTHER EX MAKING ME FEEL THINGS???

This be hella sexy and damn I be kinda sad for the "let go" part, something I have a hard time dealing with irl :((

ML JEAN I'LL JUST IMAGINE THEY GOT BACK TOGETHER IDC IDC 😭

Hiraeth (M)

“Hiraeth |ˈhirˌīTH | (noun): (especially in the context of Wales or Welsh culture) deep longing for something, especially one’s home”

Pairing: Model!Taehyung x Model!Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: angst, graphic smut, pwp-ish, unprotected sex (wrap it up like dynamite), mentions of blood, oral sex (f. receiving), hate(?) sex, mirror kink (if you squint), fluff (squint harder), toxic exes (and they know it) -- I think that's it, let me know if I should add more

Cross-posted in my AO3.

Please do NOT repost. No translating, etc. Stay safe and healthy... oh and love yourselves.

**Thank you to @bluewhale52 and @taegularities for being so patient and incredibly helpful on beta-reading this piece for me. I am so grateful, thank you!!!!**

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You knew your own angles like the back of your hand. It only took very few directions from the photographer to get their desired pose from you. Today’s photoshoot, however, required you to use a different technique than what you were used to: intimate couple photoshoots.

Ones which involve overly paid male celebrities were never your cup of tea. Even more so if said celebrity was someone you personally knew. The memories you shared with him are still fresh in your mind like they just happened yesterday.

Yes, shared.

He was your best friend, your partner in crime, your ultimate companion, your enemy, everything in one. The time you spent together was unforgettable and would always be a part of who you are. But, as cliche as it sounds, nothing lasts forever.

A time came when the two of you had to put yourselves first to the point that you couldn’t bear to hold on to both yourselves and each other at the same time. It was at that turning point of your life when you began to work for where you are right now that things fell apart.

You have always been optimistic about it though. Rather than thinking about how things fell “apart”, you have always thought about how things actually fell “into place”. All for a reason, and hopefully for the best. You are proud of what you became. Besides, it was the decisions you made then that led you to where you are now.

The dress you were wearing today would have been extremely uncomfortable for people who don’t do this on a daily basis. It snuggly hugged around your figure and emphasized each curve with sparkling sequins of different colors which were beautifully patterned all over the dress. It had a bold cut which exposed a lot of your skin: from that special cut to expose your love handles and the huge slit on one side that let your right leg out for everyone to see. Other than that, you also liked how it freely exposed your shoulders and your cleavage, your personal favorite features of yourself.

Among the many things you picked up while pursuing this career, you knew better than to doubt yourself and how you looked. It is a job where you eat criticism for all three meals of the day. It took time and several, painful yet rewarding struggles to reach this level of self acceptance. But in the end, you realized the only criticism that matters the most was the one you give yourself.

“Wonderful! We’ll take a 5, then we’ll start with the close-up couple shots.”

A group of staff members from both yours and your partner’s started to go up to where you two were. Your stylists took out their brushes and tissues from their pockets as if they were their very own war weapons. One of them had been your best friend since you could remember. She could pass as your manager if she wanted to, but she loved her work and it didn’t take too much to persuade you for her to remain as your main stylist. You were thankful to have someone so familiar and trustworthy next to you all this time.

“Hey,” you felt her nudge her shoulder at your side when the rest of your styling team went back to their places. Her little attention-seeking act made you look down to her direction since your little friend was at least half a foot shorter than you, “His stylist is basically begging me to have you meet him tonight.”

Of course. Manipulative as always. On top of that, he was powerful and he knew how to use his power. And by power, you meant his undeniable attractiveness.

You rolled your eyes while you were about to walk away when you felt her grip your arm and hold you back from your escape, “Listen, I see how you look at him. Clearly, everyone sees how he looks at you too.”

“You know it’s not that easy, Lena.”

“I know, Y/N. But it’s been years. Are you sure about this?”

It was true, and Lena knew that too. After you fell out, Lena was there. She was like your sister who was kind enough to let you share a room in her tiny apartment when you were first starting with your career. Eventually, she and her boyfriend decided to settle down and you knew better than to be the extra person in the house. Besides, by the time they tied the knot, you were making enough to be one of the sponsors to their wedding. Not that you were. You definitely fought for that flower girl spot.

Another thing your best friend was right about was that it indeed had been years since you’d last seen him. Shows and projects from designers all over the world meant you had to go all over the world. Being in the comfort of your home was a luxury.

You never spoke with him all these years but both of you being celebrities meant you did not need to contact him regularly to know how he had been doing. As the highest paid male celebrity who could practically sell out anything with the wide array of talents he possessed, everyone wanted to know him and what he did every minute of every day. And in this day and age, social media gave you a quick run through of how he had been all these years.

When you got the offer to work on this project, however, you never thought you’d be with him. Considering how the two of you worked under the same profession, you knew you’d eventually cross paths with him. A part of you hoped that lady luck may be on your side and you’d never have to encounter him until you signed your retirement papers. It took a lot of convincing and reasoning from your agency before they got you to agree. Oddly enough, they were saying the other party was eager to make this happen. Very odd, as you knew, both of you were on the same page when it came to avoiding each other like the plague. Confrontation was never one of your best assets.

“Alright!! Places everyone!!”

The photoshoot director’s voice boomed throughout the studio before you could even come up with an answer to Lena’s question.

When am I ever sure of anything?

You walked up to the set to find him already standing in position. He was leaning against the background with both of his hands in his slacks’ pockets. He wore a three piece suit which emphasized his broad figure and looked like a gentleman any woman would not hesitate to go on a date with.

If stares could melt, you would have turned into a puddle right there and then. He would’ve probably been turned into one too. Unbeknownst to you, you have been staring at him since you laid your eyes on him. You would never get tired of looking at him. He was, after all and despite everything that had happened, one of the most gorgeous pieces of work you had ever laid your eyes on.

You cleared your throat because of your apparently watering mouth, and quickly made your way to where he was; not wanting the rest of the staff to notice the tension between the two of you. Not that they already had.

“Hello, Y/N.”

He greeted you with a low chuckle. You had felt his gaze never leaving you and it took all the strength in you to avoid locking your eyes with him again.

“Taehyung.”

“Hmm…” he took one step closer next to you and wrapped one arm around your waist, “It’s nice to see you doing well.”

A few moments ago, you’d loved how the cut of this dress fit you, but with the contrasting feeling of his warm, large hand and the cool sensation of the metal pieces around his fingers all on your bare skin, you were starting to shout every curse you knew in your head. Every inch of your skin still craved for his touch. Despite everything that had happened. Despite all the pain he had caused you. As much as you would’ve liked to deny this, your body spoke for yourself and traced the veins on his hand that were resting on the side of his body. Panic washed over you when you realized how desperate you seemed to him. His lips turned into a smirk when he saw your expression, even if it was just for a brief moment.

“You know,” he used the considerable amount of height difference between the two of you to lean down and bring his face closer to yours with his confidence, “every little thing you do speaks louder for you. It’s always been like that with you.”

“You don’t know me anymore, Tae.”

You tried to subtly move yourself away from him. Every movement you made, you tried to incorporate into a pose for the camera that had been taking photos of the two of you since you stood next to each other. That little moment of vulnerability shouldn’t have come back. Not now. Not when all eyes were on both of you, at least. The last thing you needed right now was for every staff member on set to start whispering about whatever it was that was going on between you and Taehyung.

Flash.

“Mhmm… Are you sure about that?”

The first pose had Taehyung wrap one of his arms around your waist. His warm hand was still on your bare skin. Both of you had to face the camera with half-lidded eyes. The expressions on your faces had to show elegance and seduction, two characteristics you did not have a problem to showcase given the situation at hand.

Flash.

“Positive,” you muttered under your breath but it was enough for him to hear.

The director wanted a more intimate pose for the next few shots. Taehyung lifted his free hand to cup a side of your face. His fingers were gracefully spread from your jawline to your neck while the other hand was firmly pressed on the same spot on your waist. You had to crane your neck to the side and so did he to make it look like you were about to share a kiss. Just the thought itself had you feel your whole body shiver with want. You were reminded, yet again, of how addicting his touches were.

Flash.

He still smelt the same as he did back then. He never used any sort of perfume but he covered himself with a strawberry scented body cream that you would never get tired of. Unconsciously, your body moved closer to him. It was a very addicting scent.

“See? Your body still moves as if my voice has strings connected to it.”

Flash.

“Kim Taehyung, we’re working right now.” You gritted the words against your teeth. He was really pushing all your buttons right now and you couldn’t help but drown in his voice.

Flash.

The next pose finally gave you a chance to tear your gaze away from his distracting features. With your back against his chest, you had your arms crossed against your chest while he held your waist from behind. While it did let you steer your eyes away from him, that did not stop his looming presence behind you. Not with his chin resting on your shoulders while he was holding your body against his.

“Speak for yourself, Y/N. We should settle this little feud once and for all, don’t you think?”

“What do you propose?”

Flash.

“You know I live next door. We should… talk.”

You felt his face move closer to yours and at this point, the way his lips were ghosting against the shell of your ear made it impossible to resist the shiver of lust that went through your body.

“And of course, I can’t deny my woman her needs.”

Flash.

“Fine. But I never said I needed something. Or anyone for that matter.”

Just as the photographer shouted the cue that he got all the shots he needed, Taehyung spun you back around to face him and took one of your hands and lifted it, pressing his lips against your knuckles.

His seductive, irresistible eyes never left yours when he whispered, “Hmm… we’ll see, princess.”

Fucking great.

***

Despite the bitter end of your relationship, everyone knew how inseparable you and Taehyung were. He would always have his arms wrapped around you. Your hands would always find their way into his. Your eyes and lips were locked with one another every chance you’d gotten. It were those moments of tenderness that drowned your fear and gave you the strength to stand in front of the glass doors leading to where he was.

Blinded by both worry and excitement, you absentmindedly ran out with the dress you were wearing for your shoot. It’s not like you had the time to change anyway. The shoot ended late and the nerves of being alone with him again after such a long time was eating you away.

It only occurred to you how little your attire was serving its purpose when you were standing outside of the building on that cold autumn night. One little thing Taehyung forgot to tell you earlier was how the security in his apartment had changed, so you had to wait for him to come get you from inside.

You could feel every bit of you freeze until you saw a silhouette of a familiar figure running towards you from the side entrance. Relief washed over you the moment he stepped in front of you and took off his coat to wrap it around you.

“I miss you too, but why would you recklessly freeze yourself to death like this?”

Your heart felt full with his gestures and words. It felt like you were a teenager that got confessed to by her first crush. It was invigorating. But you liked it.

“I don’t have the keycard to get in. And I never said I missed you, did I?”

Taehyung quietly let out a sigh at your remark and took your hand into his. Without words, you followed him through the doors and across the empty glamorous lobby.

You had been to this building a number of times and the beautiful architecture and design never failed to amaze you. When you reached the elevator hallway, worry started to wash over you since it finally occurred to you how silent Taehyung had been the whole entire time. Not once had he spoken a word, nor had he ever looked at you.

Another resident rushed into the elevator with the two of you. As if on instinct, you were going to let go of his hand to protect either one of you from rumors but Taehyung’s grip on yours grew tighter. When the stranger finally got off his floor and the doors closed, leaving the two of you alone once more, you heard his voice for the first time since you entered the building.

“I know. I really missed you too.”

You looked up to him and realized he was giving you a reassuring smile when he said that.

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The moment his private elevator reached the entrance to his penthouse suite, you felt your body being pushed out of the confined space and slammed against the nearest marble wall. Dull pain ran through your back as it hit the cold, hard surface.

It was a good thing his hand caught your head before you reflexively threw it back because of the pleasure he was giving you. You arched your back as you felt his wet lips press against the sensitive skin behind your ear. The pressure against it grew along with the clothed erection he was continuously grinding against your own.

“Tae… My feet hurt. Can we go to your bed or wherever it is you can fuck me comfortably?”

The sound of ripping fabric was the only audible reply you were given along with the fresh stinging sensation of Taehyung’s fingers scratching the skin of your outer thigh.

“Really, princess? You’re whining already?”

“Tell you what…” he continued, “You’re not taking those shoes off unless I say so. That is, if I ever feel like letting you remove them.”

“But--”

“Are you seriously going to say more?”

“No.”

You felt his fingers subtly trace the outline of your waist and slowly make its way up to your chin. As soft and as soothing his touch was, Taehyung was always known for his complex duality. He was no different when it came to your activities. The same gentle fingers running along your skin took hold of your jaw, gripping it tight, leaving you with no choice but to look into his eyes.

“‘No’ what?”

“No, sir.”

“Perfect.”

You were ready to feel him slide his tongue back into your mouth while pressing you tightly against the wall behind you. These expectations were left as it is when he simply left a chaste kiss on your lips and walked away, taking all the warmth you felt with him.

It was when he walked away, however, were you faced with how you looked right there and then. Your pantyhose was a disaster. Not to mention your hair and makeup: the red lipstick smothered away from where it was supposed to be and your hair looked as if you had just woken up from a sleep where you went from one side of the bed to the other multiple times throughout the night. A mess. And to point out, you hadn’t even reached his bedroom yet.

Your eyes drifted away from the full length mirrors in front of you to Taehyung’s back as he made his way to where his kitchen was.

You watched him walk up to his refrigerator and turn back around with a bottle of red wine in his right hand. He placed it on top of the black marble counter that separated the kitchen space from the dining area while searching for something in the cabinets next to him. He grabbed a crystal wine glass and filled it a quarter full before bringing the glass up to his lips.

It was like you were stuck on the wall where he’d left you and were only watching him in silence the entire time. Your body decided to play his game and craved for him to command you as much as it craved for him to fuck you senseless that night.

“Princess,” his eyes shifted from the swirling wine in his glass to your eyes, one eyebrow raised as soon as he did, “you’re really disappointing me tonight. I know it has been a while, but are you just going to stand there or do I have to spell out every little thing I expected you to be doing by now?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

The sound of your heels was the only thing that filled the air as you walked up to where he was standing. You could see the way Taehyung kept his eyes on you even while he was drinking from his glass. When you finally stood next to where he was, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

He settled the glass of wine he had on the counter to tuck all of your long hair to one side, exposing your ear and your neck. He brought his lips to lightly touch the skin behind your ear; his breath was stable and it tickled and aroused you at the same time.

“Back there, you were talking about going to my bedroom.”

You felt the hand that was on your waist slowly make its way up to your side and eventually reach the part of your dress that kept the material on you. With much care and precision, he slid down the zipper of your dress until it was open enough to slide off of your body.

“Who the hell said we were going there tonight?” his eyes were trained on you while he said this.

“What do you--”

Your sentence was cut short when he suddenly dropped to his knees and grabbed either side of your hips with both of his hands. His lips were sucking every inch of the sensitive skin between your thighs.

He then continued to use both his tongue and lips until they landed just above the waistband of your underwear: the only garment on your body other than your awfully painful heels. You felt his teeth bite on the garment and slide one side down your leg. However, being the impatient man that he was, he used his hands to get rid of the fabric completely.

“I’m still debating whether or not we’ll get there. But for now, this counter is pretty steady.”

He stood back up and held your hips to help you get yourself up on the kitchen counter. The cold marble felt electrifying when it touched the skin of your bare ass. However, warmth filled you right away when Taehyung’s hand was on either of your thighs, soothing you.

“Now, spread those legs for me, princess.”

It goes without question. Your body moved to his command like a servant would follow its master. His hands travelled from your thighs to either side of your hips to pull you close to the edge of the counter. Your legs spread even wider to accommodate him. The feeling of his pulsating dick underneath the layer of clothes he had on against your bare pussy had you closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

“Sshhhh… look at me.”

One of his hands was at the back of your neck, supporting your head to look at him. His eyes were full of lust and seduction. They were filled with want. His lips were slightly parted and he was breathing at a rapid yet steady pace: a trait he had whenever he was totally aroused. All that was running across your thoughts at that time was the fact that you wanted to give him everything. Besides, giving him what he wanted was also giving yourself what you longed for.

“Tae…” you brought your arms up over his shoulders and around his neck to bring him closer than he already was. Your lips were merely less than an inch away from each other when you spoke under your breath, eyes never leaving his… “Don’t look at me like that if you’re not going to take me to bed.”

“We’ll get there… but I really want you now. Please tell me you want me now too.”

Talking like that made both of you impatient. Desperation made your lips crash with each others’. His mouth tasted even more addicting with the mix of the wine he’d just drunk. The taste made you suck on his tongue and bite his lips every chance you got. Your hands were moving faster than your thoughts too. They were flying over his torso, unbuckling Taehyung’s belt and popping the buttons off his pants open. Taehyung had to pull you by your hair to break the kiss and tell you how impatient you were getting.

“Princess, please…” he attached his lips up your neck and sucked on the skin harshly, “let me have you, now.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn’t help but agree to his whims. His lips were tracing down your body, leaving different shades of pink and purple on the spots of your body that he used to mark a long time ago as well. He eventually reached your aching core and you felt his presence when he mercilessly licked a stripe up your lower lips.

Without hesitation, you opened your legs further to give him more room. The heels of your shoes were digging his shoulders while his arms hugged your thighs open. You did not know where to grip your hands on to but you decided to not let yourself fall off the counter, so you held onto the edge of the marble top like your life depended on it. The heat, this position, it was too much.

Your head fell back and you let out with a whisper, “I’ve always been yours, Tae-bear”.

It was a mistake. A slip of the tongue. You were about to succumb into panic because you knew he’d heard you. He paused and his breath stilled at the same time yours did.

All of your impending anxiety was washed away when you felt his lips attach themselves on your engorged clit. He gathered your sensitive nerves in his mouth as if sucking all of it out of you. He was alternating between sucking your clit and lapping up your juices. You reached out one of your hands to grab his hair because of the ecstasy he was giving you. Slightly sitting up, you opened your eyes to see him looking up at you as he drank in all of you. The visual and the actual sensations he was making you feel were enough to send you to the edge.

“Tae… I’m…”

You couldn’t even complete your words. You were too out of breath to do so. Having him hum against you in agreement did not help either. You knew that was his way of telling you to go ahead and let yourself loose.

And so you did.

You let the stars take over your vision as your release washed your core and Taehyung’s mouth. Without hesitation, he sucked every bit of it, like a man starved.

“Perfect. Always so perfect.”

He stood up and wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. You would never get tired of seeing him like this.

He helped you off of the counter and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and all you could hear were your pants and breaths.

It felt… very intimate. Not that level of intimacy was something you should’ve been worried about at this point. But that kiss, this moment, felt very personal that you felt flutters in your chest.

Taehyung pulled back and walked towards the door to his bedroom. He was shedding every piece of clothing he had on and was about to enter when he noticed he never heard you follow him.

“Are you seriously still waiting for an invitation, princess?”

He took off his boxers and motioned for you to come into his room. You almost had to stop yourself from gaping at him and that you could only wish time could stand still so he wouldn’t notice how you loved staring at his beauty.

“I thought you said we’re not going to your bedroom?”

“I said I was debating. And now, I’ve come to a decision. Don’t get so cocky.”

You felt a hard slap against your bare ass when he said the last word. And that’s when you saw it. One of the first things you found in his room was the full body mirror that served as his closet doors.

Your body was full of marks. Full of his marks. From behind you, you saw him rub the back of his neck with his hand.

“Right… sorry. Don’t think you can do any shoots showing too much skin for the next few days.”

This. This was the man you’d fallen in love with. The man in your memories. You walked up to him and touched his cheek with one of your hands. He immediately held onto that hand and kissed it. He grabbed you by your waist and spun you around with your back facing his bed. Before being able to push you down the soft mattress, your eyes grew twice their size upon seeing Taehyung’s back in the mirror.

“Tae! I’m so sorry! Why didn’t you say anything, you idiot?!”

He gave you a puzzled look before turning his head to the side to look at the mirror. His back had blotches of red. Some drips of dried blood were coming from two spots right around either of his shoulders. You must have dug those stilettos too hard.

“I really don’t care,” he went back to facing you while his other hand went up to caress your cheek, making your eyes swim back into his own, “you, of all people, should know this isn’t something new to me.”

“But---”

Before you could even continue, he closed the small distance between the two of you. His lips felt like fire against yours and everything else just burned down with it. He gently pushed his weight on yours, making both of your bodies rest on the soft mattress beneath you. He was caring throughout, so much contrasting with how he’d presented himself when the night had begun.

With this momentum, you took the chance to switch the tables. You suddenly had a huge rush to take over and just like how it had always been with you two, he seemed to have the same idea in mind.

He grasped either side of your hips as you wrapped a hand around his throbbing length. Without breaking your eye contact with him, you took him in slowly while drawing out the sweetest of moans. It always felt right when you were together like this.

If only these moments would last.

From beneath you, Taehyung looked as fucked out as you hoped he would be. You were both chanting each other’s names while you rode him through ecstasy. Your eyes never left his and during the highs of your intimacy, it always felt as if you were both swimming in each other’s souls.

This time, however, you felt it. That undeniable sadness. You both longed for each other and here you were. But you knew, you both knew, that you could never call each other your home anymore.

You didn’t realize the emotions overwhelming you until you felt him cup one of your cheeks with his hand. He used his thumb to brush off the tear that managed to build up and creep down the side of your face.

“Oh shit…” you breathed out while resting your forehead against his shoulders. He took the chance to take over and held onto your waist, thrusting into you at the speed and precision that you knew would make both of you finally reach your breaking points.

“Yes, princess. Let go. It’s time for me to do the same.”

The way he said those words made you feel so much more than it should have. You tried your hardest to focus on the pressure that was building up in your stomach. You only needed a bit more to let it reach the tipping point.

Let go. Both of you should let go.

The moment you felt your walls spasm was the same time you felt him coat your insides with his warmth as well. You couldn’t move. Not only because of physical exhaustion, but you knew that moving meant it was time to face the inevitable. You were ready… but at the same time you were not.

You couldn’t even lift your head. The feeling of your bare self pressed against his was familiar. And you couldn’t help but think of how much you missed it, of how much you missed him. You wanted to stay like this but you knew you shouldn’t.

With all the courage you had left, you slowly tried to sit back up until you felt him wrap his arms around you. His fingers drew circles on your back and that’s when you realized he was thinking the same thing. You were both holding back tears when he muttered under his breath.

“One last time. Let me hold you like this.”

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a/n: I was going to add a little bit more in the end but I guess I'm a sucker for open endings. I'm hoping to post more stuff soon. Please let me know what you guys think? And thank you for reading!!!

Masterlist

Life Tip #24

avoid having to deal with troublesome exes by just never getting a partner in the first place!! foolproof! can’t pine after someone you never had!!

Chapter 20

Belca runs off to investigate what he saw in the reflection, only to come upon a guard (in fact, one of Kiliko's men) killing an Amontel. The guard tells him to sneak back to his seat without being noticed but Belca demands an explanation which the guard says he's too busy to give. When Belca presses, the guard sternly tells him to behave and remember what Kiliko warned him about. Belca and Linna slink back to find guards discussing the situation, wondering how the Amontel even got past the guards. Linna suggests informing them about the plans for the concentration camp but, before Belca can respond, the Amontel strike, going right for Orcelito. Belca jumps in to save him, pushing him into Linna's arms and saying to keep him safe. The Amontel slash at Linna and kick Belca aside before the guards surround them from above. Orcelito is taken away (despite calling for Belca) and the Amontel are more than prepared to die on their feet. However, one of them suggests taking Belca as a hostage. The other Amontel protests because he's ready to die (not because they've literally done this before...?) but the main Amontel just grabs and heads out. The guards are ready to fire (it's not like Belca will be dead from a scratch, right) but they're shouted down, forced to lower their weapons rather than harm someone with royal blood.

So...back to Musca and Seamrog. They're stuck in a room for the ceremony. Musca expresses concern for the "maid" and Seamrog reminds her that she doesn't like Belca. Musca says she still doesn't...but she doesn't want him to die either. Then a guard comes in to inform Seamrog on the Amontel situation. Hearing about how they infiltrated, Seamrog immediately suspects Eco of being involved...

Meanwhile, Linna is being treated for his injuries...and he's a bad patient, wanting to leave immediately to get back to Belca. A guard comes in to tell him to settle down...after all, the guard is Eco.

He tells Linna that he's gonna cause a commotion. Meanwhile, he needs a favor from the former captain...

Outside, one of the guards explains that they closed down the gates to trap the Amontel inside but the guards should still be alert because the Amontel were able to break through the skylight to get in; they're not normal humans. Some black op guards get ready to go hunting while the Amontel are still arguing about why they had to take a prince. The guards end up surrounding them and they say that if the Amontel hand over Belca, they will be granted Amnesty and what they did today will be overlooked. Despite that, they are clearly prepared to pump the guys full of arrows, poisoned ones at that, at any moment. Then every one hears a sound, something that sounds like a landslide.

It's one of the worms from the waterway!

The Amontel use the confusion as a chance to escape.

Meanwhile, Sir Kiliko is off to see Prince Orcelito to tell him about how his brother was kidnapped yet again. Then he sees a guard in a restricted area, grabbing his shoulder only to find out it's Eco, who ends the chapter by calling him Nathanael only to correct himself to Kiliko.

They know each other.

Thoughts

Can't stop thinking about my ex-girlfriend tonight.  I've been meeting lots of people & going out places but the thoughts always cross my mind, specially when I'm home alone again. Yesterday I became friends with someone that looks a bit like her & I've been running into nice couples lately; doesn't help me forget.  The picture of her new boyfriend & her together at her families event is messing with me.  I think I've grown so much in these two months but my thoughts are still conflicted. This is how life is though; it's just difficult leaving it all behind.

You Again?

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Some Angst, Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending :)

Word Count: 9,955

Summary: Y/N and Jiu have history. Unresolved tension, unanswered questions, lingering desire: the inconvenient kind. But when they both unwittingly agree to attend a mutual friend's vacation trip, they're forced to confront their feelings head on and learn to live with one another again.

Why, exactly?

Because they just so happen to be rooming together.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hi everyone! I apologize for my absence, but I hope you enjoy this piece :) I have more stories coming, so stay tuned! 💖 Make sure to eat something good today and drink plenty of water.

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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This has got to be a day for the record books. One of the worst, most unfair in all of human history. 

Well, let’s be realistic: one of the worst in your life. Maybe “human history” is a bit of a stretch – though you can’t exactly blame yourself for giving into the dramatics at a time like this.

The sound of your best friend sighing in frustration brings you out of your annoyed daze, pulling your attention back to her. 

“Y/N, you’re acting like a child. It’s only for one night.”

“Exactly, Y/BFFs/N; one night is far too long for the two of us to be around each other.”

She scoffs, but you don't budge. There's no way you're accepting this without a fight. 

"Why don't we have somebody else switch?" You suggest. 

She shakes her head, dismissing you. "Most of the girls already went up," she explains, motioning behind herself to the cabin. Sure enough, you can see shadows moving within the rooms – forms hidden behind pulled curtains, almost taunting as they shift around in the visible lamplight.

“And I’ve already told Jiu about it.”

You roll your eyes.

"Plus we all sorted this out beforehand." She shrugs. "Since you both joined at the last minute, it only makes sense to put you together."

Now it's your turn to sigh. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. 

"How about I sleep in the car?" You brighten at the thought of your own scheme; quite literally anything would be better than being trapped between four walls with Jiu. 

"Ha ha, very funny," Y/BFFs/N mocks, clearly not amused. "You can't stay out here. You'll either freeze to death or waste all of our gas trying not to, and I don't think you really wanna do that." 

A disappointed tut leaves you; your warm breath turns to a puff of white air before dissipating into the night. 

Alright, maybe it's colder than you thought. Maybe.

"I'll talk to the others tomorrow morning and see what I can do, okay?" She offers, bringing a hand up to rub the back of her neck. She looks tired, and a pang of guilt washes over you when you notice it.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Regret shines in your eyes, but it's quickly eased by the growing, sleepy smile on her face. 

"Don't worry about it," she reassures you, looping an arm with yours. The two of you fall in step together, heading back to the cabin. 

"I know it's difficult, after everything. But it's just a few hours. I'm sure you can survive that, no?" 

You shake your head, though you're grinning. 

"We'll have to see. I'm sure she'll make it hard." 

Y/BFFs/N slides her free hand along the polished oak handle of the porch's glass door, opening it for the two of you. 

"Just be civil and it'll all be fine. You don't even have to talk." 

The resulting glare you send her makes her laugh. 

Tonight will definitely be the death of you. 

–

Across the first floor, tucked away in the kitchen, Jiu is hard at work. She stands in a pair of shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, cleaning the grill she helped prepare dinner on earlier. A few strands of her hair have evaded the grasp of her ponytail holder, coming down to frame her face as she scrubs away. 

“Why don’t you just save that for the morning?” Someone unseen inquires, sounding half asleep. 

She turns around to find one of your friend’s other invites moseying over to the center island, bottle of water in hand. Her face is scrunched up some, and the small bags under her eyes immediately remind Jiu of who she is.

It’s Sua, the person who pre-gamed too early and overexerted herself when the group first arrived at the cabin earlier this morning. She’s been nursing a headache for the past few hours as a result. 

The low groan that she lets out as she hauls herself onto the high-top chair makes Jiu giggle, but she stifles it to the best of her ability. The younger girl has managed to brighten everybody’s moods all day long despite feeling how she does; she's truly a gift. 

“I want to get it done so I can rest easy,” Jiu finally answers. 

Sua rolls her eyes. “Sleep now, clean later. This is a vacation for a reason, you know? We deserve to procrastinate.” She raises her bottle to her lips, taking a long drink. 

“You do that, I’ll clean,” Jiu resolves, nodding to herself. 

“Suit yourself, pabo.” 

Sua folds her arms on the countertop and lays her head down, yawning as she nuzzles her cheek against the soft material of her sweater. Jiu glances at her and smiles, amused. She appreciates her nonchalance likely more than anyone else on this trip; it’s distracted her from her worries.  

Namely, you: her biggest inconvenience. 

When news reached her of Y/BFFs/N’s plans for a week-long getaway, she was intrigued. Work had been a hassle, she was stressed, and all in all she just needed a break. So, she pulled some strings, got her shifts covered, and took the time off.

All was well for the first few hours, when everyone was at Y/BFFs/N’s house, readying up to make the long drive to the forest resort; but then you made a surprise appearance there, busting in and looking just as good as you did the last time Jiu saw you. 

Effectively, it ruined her mood.

You’d glanced at her, then, when you first walked through the door. She was the one closest to you, having been on her way to get a refill of the drink she had in hand. Truthfully, it felt like slow motion; for a second, it was like the two of you were back to where you had been all that time ago. 

When you were still together.

You crossed the threshold with an eager smile, luggage bags weighing heavy in your hands before you allowed them to slip off your fingertips and land on the ground with a soft noise of impact. She met your eye for a fleeting moment, and she unconsciously took a small step toward you. Her lips began to pull back in the soft grin that you always told her you loved, mimicking the happy expression on your face. For that foolish second, she was transfixed. Foolish.

It was as if you were looking through her; you hadn’t actually perceived her at all, really. She was a passing face as you searched for Y/BFFs/N’s, only caring to register hers. 

Just before Jiu could utter a word or reach you, a loud cheer rang out from behind her. The entirety of the group had picked up on your arrival, word spreading fast throughout the living room once one of them caught a glimpse of you. 

She cursed quietly and retreated a few steps, allowing the excited crowd to gather around you and visit. 

You happily shared the story of how your boss – who’s always regarded you with a distant indifference – finally showed her humanity and adjusted the schedules so that you could have some time off. Not the entire week, of course, but a few days to go and be with your friends. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to see you; even the ones who barely knew you, having only heard of your existence through the stories that Y/BFFs/N had told them. It all made Jiu feel like the odd one out.

But she could remember a time when just hearing your name made her heart flutter, too, so she couldn’t exactly fault them. 

From a distance, she watched you. How you moved. How your hands danced around as you explained your stories. The way your lips pouted and pursed with every syllable, almost taunting her. 

She thought she had gotten over you months ago, after things ended. She thought she was stronger than this; but clearly, moving on would be impossible with you around. That was to be done separate, no more strings attached. The idea of having to look at you, to hear your laugh, to be near you in such a way and pretend like everything was fine seemed unfathomable. With every trace of you gone, maybe, maybe then she could move on. 

Anything less destroyed even the chance of closure for her. But, she supposed, closure would just have to wait a week or so. 

—

25 Minutes Later

Put lightly, Jiu is avoiding you. 

After washing the grill and dishes, she took her time with leading a groggy Sua back to her room and making sure she got settled fine. She made some small talk with some of the other girls in passing, but nothing as serious as she was looking for.

She’d be happy to debate the meaning of life right now if it kept the two of you apart for a little longer.

But with lights out rapidly approaching and everyone dragging themselves to their respective rooms, she knows the chances of that are nearing zero. So, begrudgingly, she makes her way up to the suite. 

With every step she takes, she wonders what you’re doing in there. Are you already asleep? Reading? Watching television? Maybe you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Maybe you’re not even in there at all. 

The questions pile up in her mind until she eventually gets fed up and decides to be unaffected for once. Or, at least, to appear that way. She shouldn’t care regardless, and she reminds herself of that fact. All the two of you have to do is make it through the night, and then something can be arranged so that you can stay far, far away from one another. Not so hard, right?

Wrong. Certifiably, absolutely, unequivocally wrong. 

When Jiu opens the bedroom door, she finds you fresh out of the shower. A lacy bra adorns your upper half, while a towel is wrapped around your waist; you’re bent over your suitcase in search of some shorts to wear.

She looks away quickly, but it’s too little too late; even as she shuts the door and turns around, pressing her forehead to the wooden surface, she can picture your body. 

She mentally curses the water droplets that run their paths down your chest and abdomen, free as they edge closer and closer to where the towel meets your waist. They touch you in a way that she never can again, and she hates that.

More specifically, she hates the fact that she wants to.

Your eyes land on her as you stand up, shorts in hand. A heavy feeling of embarrassment settles over you. 

“Uh, sorry,” you mumble, not knowing what to do. 

She turns back around to face you after a moment, but she refuses to meet your gaze. If she does, her resolve will surely falter and crumble.

“There should still be plenty of hot water left if you’d like to take a shower,” you offer, extending an olive branch of sorts. From the angle you have of her face, you can see relief spread across it. 

She wastes no time in sending you a quick thank you and slipping off to the safety of the bathroom, leaving you to question what the hell just happened.

Most of the time, she’s engaging and bold; her liveliness is one of the things that made you fall in love with her. Even at the end of your relationship, when things were falling apart, it was never like this; she never refused to look at you as many times as she had today, or been so weary anytime you entered a room. She never used to despise you so much, and as that sinks in you realize just how much it hurts.

Despite everything, you hate how unbothered she is. 

While you’ve watched her from afar all day, agonizing over the curl of her lip when someone said something witty or the sound of her easy banter with the other girls, she’s clearly been fine. Paying you no mind doesn’t seem to be a challenge for her anymore, and you dislike that more than you thought you would. 

Truth be told, you hadn’t prepared yourself for that. With the scope of your relationship and the lack of closure you received, it only made sense for you to assume she’d miss you as much as you miss her. To be just as affected now, by it all, as you have been. 

But that’s clearly not the case. 

—

Once she’s alone, Jiu takes the opportunity to steady herself. Her hands find their way to the cool marble countertop of the sink, and she draws in a deep breath. 

She can’t stand you. 

Now, from just that small interaction, all she can think about is you. The subdued lighting of the room only brought out your features more, leaving shadows to fall across the parts of you that were untouched by it. Your muscles pulled and strained as you sifted through your bag, parting clothes left and right in search of your shorts. She could see your face, too, looking just as kissable as always. 

She really can’t stand you. 

Defeatedly, she turns the water on. The cold streams down, unaccompanied by any real heat whatsoever; this will be a freezing shower, she’s decided. She doesn’t trust what she might do otherwise, alone in here with her thoughts of you and steam clouding her judgement. 

The subtle throb between her legs is enough to warn her; she knows she’ll do something stupid if she doesn’t stop herself now, before it has the chance to start. 

When she strips out of her clothes, she does her best to think of anything other than the way you used to undress her. How you sat on your knees before her, slowly inching her pants down as your warm lips left kisses in their wake. How you’d take your time with her panties afterward, holding eye contact with her and stopping your motions anytime she looked away. 

Even now, goosebumps rise to her skin at the memory. It was torture then, but for entirely different reasons. 

She was promised sweet release then, no matter how much you may have edged or tested her. Now she'd consider herself lucky to even be rewarded with a conversation. 

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she steps into the tub. The frigid water makes contact with her back, and she has to sink her teeth into her lower lip to keep from shouting. But if this is what it takes to keep you out of her mind, then so be it. 

–

The muscles of your neck and shoulders ache as you sit at the mahogany desk on the far side of the room, half-heartedly working on the report your boss asked you to start. It was what you had to give in order to take the time off, which is only reasonable. Even still, you're having a hard time staying focused. 

The desk faces one of the large bay windows of the room, overlooking the forest and mountains that surround you. Darkness completely envelops the land, save for the occasional house light far off in the distance. Moonbeams hit the treetops, coating them in a sparkle that contrasts with the midnight sky. 

Nearby, an electric fireplace crackles, reminding you of its presence. It's situated as the centerpiece of the lounge area of the suite, providing the room with some additional warmth and light from its place beneath the television. Faux flames waver within it, vibrant as they mingle with one another. Some burn brightly while others glow dimly; the wild versus the tamed.

Despite everything, maybe this trip will do you some good. Escaping the hustle and bustle of your life back home is always a plus, and being in nature never fails to ground you again. Some circumstances might be unsatisfactory, sure, but you're determined to not let that stop you from enjoying this time away. You deserve it, after all.

Just as you find the inspiration to start your reporting again, another one of your distractions makes herself known. 

From the bathroom, a pleasant humming fades in; it's Jiu, reciting the chorus to one of her favorite songs. She breaks into vocals occasionally, switching between the two. 

No matter how much you wish you could, you can't deny that it sounds perfect, coupled with the atmosphere that surrounds you. Given its range and ease, her voice has always been a comfort; getting sick of it is simply impossible. That fact annoys you, but at the same time you give up trying to fight it; you know there's no use.

It takes you back in more ways than you know how to handle, but you don’t complain. For now, you’ll bottle up this feeling and store it away for later, when you part ways and return to the chaos of your own lives. 

Maybe then you could open such a Pandora’s Box.

-

A few minutes later, she finally emerges from the bathroom; you attempt to ignore the urge to perk up. It's difficult, no doubt, after being left to your own devices for so long. Knowing she's so close and yet so unattainable doesn't help either. 

You don't turn around, just in case she isn't fully clothed.

It isn't anything you haven't seen before, but you're afraid you don't have that kind of permission anymore. The last thing you want to do is overstep.

Jiu wishes you'd look at her.

One thing she misses the most about you is your attention. You always paid it so freely – so willingly – rarely taking it off of her. It was ready for her anytime she wanted it, mainly because she had you so enraptured. 

Just the same as you’d always watched her, she watched you. She lived for the way your eyes lit up whenever she smiled or laughed, shining beautifully in a way they never did otherwise. She ached over how they darkened when she'd strip, parting her legs for you and putting herself on display. 

She was the art and you were the beholder. The only one she ever wanted to share herself with.

But now is a totally different time. You don't even so much as glance in her direction when she comes out, with her towel draped precariously around her body in a way that she was sure would drive you crazy.

It’s disheartening, but it doesn't make her want you any less. As she opens her bag and retrieves her clothes, slipping them on, she keeps an eye on you through the standing mirror in the corner of the room. 

Your legs spread as you readjust in the chair, making an attempt to rid your muscles of the tension within them. They're tight with the culmination of all the stress you've felt lately. 

When you allow your head to loll back, rolling from one side to the other, Jiu has to stop her wandering hands. The angle of the mirror allows her to see the way your brows knit together, pain and pleasure intermingling. She doesn't know how much longer she can stand this. 

One of your hands finds its way to your shoulder, rubbing a knot there, and Jiu gets an idea. Is it wise? Not in the slightest. But is she going to give in and go with it? Absolutely. 

What was it that Sua said earlier? This is a vacation for a reason. She can escape sound judgement and reason for now. Surely they'll return in full once you're out of the equation again, anyway.

She deserves to be a little reckless for once.

"Y/N," she calls, getting your attention. You wordlessly turn to look at her.

A bottle of lotion rests in her hands; she nervously toys with it.

"You can use some of this for your shoulders, if you want. It works pretty well." 

You consider her offer. "Thanks, but I'm alright," you declare, turning her down. "I can't reach what really hurts anyway." 

A beat passes before her eyebrows gently raise. "I can help you," she says, trying to keep the eager tone of her voice at bay. 

You pull a face. "Are you sure? You don't have to do that."

I want to, she thinks to herself.

"It's not a problem." She shakes her head, cementing her decision. "Just come here and lay down." 

You stand and relent with a soft noise of acceptance, almost imperceptibly. She takes notice of the way your eyes track down her body before dropping to the floor, lingering just a second too long for innocence. 

She dismisses the thought at once, not wanting to give herself hope.

When you cross in front of her and pause, though, slipping your shirt over your head with a subtle glance at her, it’s all she can do to restrain herself. The fading sunburn that you received earlier in the day, stretching across your nose and cheeks, looks like a natural blush from this close. 

She wants to kiss it.

“Thank you in advance,” you say over your shoulder, carefully laying down on your stomach. The fluffy comforter welcomes you in full, partially distracting and preventing you from overthinking what you’re about to experience.

She takes a steadying breath and releases it, glancing up at the ceiling like she’s pleading with a higher power. 

"Don't mention it," she dismisses, getting on the bed after you. 

In her mind, she debates the best way to go about this. Where should she sit? Overstepping the unspoken boundaries you've established isn't something she wants to do. 

Her fingertips play with the hook of your bra, sliding over the material. "Can I…" she trails off, both of you aware of what she's asking. 

"Go ahead," you permit.

She unclips the fastener and watches as the two sides fall down, fully exposing your back to her. Once you slip it off of your arms and toss it towards your suitcase, her fingertips ghost over your skin, tracing the gentle curve of your spine. 

She dons a musing smile when she notices goosebumps appearing in their wake. 

Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe all along, you've been the art and she the beholder. 

Her knees go to either side of your waist as she moves to straddle you, settling down onto you. Once she's sure you're comfortable, she retrieves the bottle of lotion from its place on the bed and squeezes some out onto her fingertips. 

It's smooth as it slides against them, medicated and cool. Her favorite brand makes it, and she never leaves the house without it. She'll be thanking her lucky stars endlessly for that habit after tonight.

Something crossed between a hiss and sigh fights past your lips when she makes contact for the first time, spreading the chilly cream across your shoulders. The attempt she made to warm it beforehand clearly didn't work as well as she thought, and she has to stifle a laugh at your reaction. 

Beneath her fingers, your muscles tense and jump; you do your best to relax them as she pushes harder, kneading them with care. She does so with a steady rhythm, using the base of her hands to loosen you up first before focusing her fingers on the more persistent knots. Every circle of her hands against you warms the lotion up more, convincing you to relax and give into the relief she’s able to provide.

You close your eyes, wanting to focus on her motions. 

What you failed to prepare yourself for, though, is the notion that she’s closer to you than ever. Only separated by the material of your shorts and hers, she sits atop you, her warm thighs trembling slightly with effort anytime she has to push herself up to reach you better. 

When she steadies herself on your lower back, splaying a hand across it, you can feel the subtle way her hips rut against your ass as she readjusts her position. 

Maybe you're just imagining it.

Serious work is put into leaving that idea behind, but at every opportunity she gets, Jiu seems to enjoy feeding your delusion. 

When she accidentally gets too much lotion at once, her solution comes in the form of leaning down and running her hands up your outstretched arms, reaching as far as she can to further spread it. In the process, her front presses against the length of your body; her breathing is shuddered, too, just like yours. 

Did she do that to show you it’s mutual?

If only you knew.

Her eager eyes rake over your body, pleased to have you like this in front of her. At her mercy, reacting to the faintest of touches. Possessing this kind of power again makes her feel brave in a dangerous way; should things continue like this unchecked, she might do something impulsive.

But, is she to be blamed? No; she rejects that. 

The subtle rock of your hips is far guiltier than her, adding fuel to the fire of her imagination. The way your hands fist in the sheets, fingers twisting in a show of pain and pleasure whenever she hits a particularly sensitive spot, are in the wrong; the sight makes her wonder, for a desperate second, how they would feel in her hair. 

Her motions – now more wanton, unafraid of touching you – grow a little more rough, shying away from demurity. They’ve arrived at your waist now; a risky place to be. 

She can tell that the appropriate amount of time for two exes to spend doing something like this is dwindling fast; the window of propriety will be closing soon, leaving any further contact between the two of you up for suspicion. She’s aware of that, and yet she has no desire to stop.

In this game of yours, she’s merely a pawn; that’s something she realizes when the sound of a guttural, appreciative moan from you makes her heart flutter wildly. 

She freezes in place, taking a cautious breath; she shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did.

A few beats pass… one…. another…. before you ultimately take her stunned reaction as a sign of discomfort.

“Uh, thanks again,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling ten times too exposed and five hundred degrees too hot. A couple taps to her leg gives her the memo, and she climbs off of you.

Embarrassed and upset with yourself for doing such a thing, you refuse to even so much as make eye contact with her again. 

An apology from you fizzles into the air, but she’s still too overwhelmed to fully process what just transpired. It all happened too fast; she wants to go back and relive it, but it’s too late. You’re already slipping your shirt back on and burying yourself under the covers, humiliated. When you cover your face with the pillow, debating on smothering yourself, she spares you by reaching over and turning the lamp off. 

She lifts her side of the covers afterward, getting in beside you. You face away from one another, back to back, establishing distance once again.

This night is proving to be anything but predictable.

—

2:07 AM

Insects perform their songs outside, languidly calling to one another from high above – nestled in the leaves of the tree tops – and far below, amid the grassy trails and branching networks of hills. All is calm… until it isn’t.

Suddenly, the stillness of the night is interrupted by a recurring, unintelligible noise. 

The first time you hear it, you ignore it, opting instead to bury your head a little deeper into your pillow. It's probably just the house settling or something outside, you reason.

The second time, you're annoyed enough to pause your attempt at restful sleep with the hopes of discovering its source and stopping it.

It comes again a little later, but from somewhere you never would've expected. Rather, you suppose, someone.

Your name takes the shape of a mumble as it slips through Jiu's lips, altered slightly from how her cheek is pressed to her pillow. Any other time you might find it exciting to hear her say it, but here and now, you can't say you do. 

Warmth spreads to your cheeks as your sleepy mind recalls what happened just a few hours ago, making you relive your embarrassment.

The noise comes again, and a little louder this time; an irritated groan leaves you as you take one of the throw pillows and nudge her, attempting to quiet her. It seems to work for a minute, but just as you settle back down to rest again, something even worse happens.

"Y/N… ah," she moans, her voice breathy and ragged. 

Is she...?

Your eyes open wide when you realize what's taking place right beside you.

Jiu is totally having a sex dream about you.

What a revelation to have.

She writhes in search of relief, causing the covers to fall down her body and expose more of it. Her pajama top, too, has ridden up and ruffled in her pursuit of friction. 

She looks an absolute mess, you realize, as you roll over to look at her. Her hair splays across the pillow in every which way, her chest rises and falls at a faster rate than normal, and her thighs push together to lessen the throbbing between them. Your blood runs cold when you notice that she isn’t wearing her shorts anymore. Only a pair of lacy, white panties conceal her, gleaming in the moonlight with a softness that begs to be touched.

Hot and bothered is the only way to describe her.

"Please," she whines, desperation hanging heavy on the tones of her voice. 

Selfishly, you don’t wake her right away. Seeing her like this, so close and beautiful, is something you don’t want to give up again. At least not yet.

Her full lips part as her head pushes into the pillow, exposing her neck. Her muscles are pulled taut as she squirms; her hands fisted in the sheets at her sides. A thin sheen of sweat is visible on her forehead, showing just how affected she is. 

Maybe you should play nice and put an end to her suffering…

Her hips begin to rock, slowly at first; the motion draws a soft sigh from her as she finally gets some relief. Your body begs you to touch her in some way, feeling your own desire grow at the sight of her. 

Unconsciously – and to prevent you from reaching out to her – your fingers thread themselves in the cover that's thrown haphazardly over you. You bite your lip to keep it busy; otherwise you'd be tempted to wake her up with your mouth, as she's asked you to before.

Only when your own arousal becomes too much to bear do you decide to end this little game. 

She whimpers when you move in closer, still a world away. Her hand falls on your thigh, however, making you falter for a moment. It's warm and dangerously close to your center, trembling slightly against you. Her nails threaten to leave indentations, should she flex her fingers the right way.

Unable to deny yourself such a simple pleasure, you allow it to stay where it is. 

"Jiu." 

She doesn't stir. If anything, the sound of your voice only drags her further under. Her breath hitches in time with another stutter of her hips.

You'll have to try harder.

“Jiu, wake up,” you whisper, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Your lips hover nearby to utter her name again, should they need to.

Gently, you bring a hand to her shoulder and shake it, hoping to coax her out of her dream and back to reality. After a moment, your plan works; her eyes open gingerly, blinking a few times to adjust from her daze. 

“Y/N?” Confusion is prevalent in her voice, coupled with her drowsiness. It’s cute, really, and it takes you back to all the mornings you would wake up by her side. 

“It’s me; I'm here,” you reassure her, moving your hand to her hip. Now with your arm stretched across her body, you can feel the warmth radiating from her. It starkly contrasts with the chilly air of the room, making you want to hide away under the covers and pull her in close. 

But, of course, you refrain. That’s not something you can do anymore.

Her dark eyes shine in what little light the room has to offer, gazing up at you with a sweet innocence that you find endearing. She's vulnerable in this state, and yet by the way she shifts closer in your arms, she makes it known that she trusts you. 

You watch as her gaze travels down your arm, towards where your hand still rests against her hip. Momentarily, she looks as if she's questioning something within her mind – attempting to piece something together. 

"Y/N, did we…?" She trails off, unsure. 

"Did we what?" You push, testing the waters. You have an idea of what she wants to know, but hearing her say it would be so much better. 

Surprisingly, she puts her hand over yours, keeping it in place. 

"Did we have sex?" The question comes out in a husky whisper as she makes an effort to be quiet.

You shake your head in reply as a slightly humored smile works its way onto your lips. 

The movement draws her attention to them; they're a beautiful shade, with the moonlight hitting them just right. She can't find it in herself to look away. 

A few seconds pass before you speak again; her hand grips yours a little tighter. 

"It was just a dream. You–"

Your explanation is cut short by her lips as they press to your own in a swift kiss. 

Reckless. 

You pull away at once, almost like you've been burned. Why would she do that? 

Both of you pause, regarding one another. Your eyes work hard to decipher her intentions – what she wants – through the darkness of the room, as if they have such a gift. Hers do the same, searching your face for the answer she wants.

She gets it in another form, however, as your hand slides higher on her waist. Her heart lurches in her chest, its rate increasing somehow. Part of her is afraid you can feel it; but, truthfully, that's exactly what she wants. If you could feel how badly she needs you in this moment, maybe you'd show some mercy and help her. 

Maybe.

Tension hangs heavy in the air of the room as she slips her hand higher, too, moving it between your thighs. The heat that's come to pool there encourages her, compelling her to cup you through your clothes. 

You gasp, earning a smile from her. You clearly aren't as over her as you pretend to be. 

Empowered, she rolls you over, trading your positions. Now she hovers over you as you lie on your back, waiting with bated breath to see what she'll do. 

Her hand slides up and over the waistband of your shorts slowly, edging closer and closer to your center with only your panties separating her from you. Your eyes flutter closed in response.

"I'm going to kiss you again," she whispers, sounding more confident than ever. "If you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?" 

You nod, trying to stay still. Fighting the urge to rock your hips into her hand is easier said than done.

She leans into you, letting her body mold into yours as she shuffles closer. She replaces the hand between your thighs with a leg, giving you something to grind against. You thank her by slipping your hands beneath her top and pulling it over her head.

"Beautiful," you whisper against her lips, as she presses them to yours again. You take her into your arms in a safe embrace, sighing into her mouth when her bare chest rubs against you. The thin material of your shirt does little to obstruct the feeling. 

Though the shadows hide it, a deep, crimson blush warms her cheeks. She can taste the cinnamon toothpaste that you used earlier and smell the familiar scent of your hair products. You still use the same ones, she realizes. 

Her leg flexes instinctively as you cup her cheek and deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the side. As you raise your hips to meet hers, she slides a hand up to your chest to offer it some attention. A pitiful noise leaves you when she makes contact, cupping your breasts. She pulls away from your lips to admire you, wanting to see the effect she has.

“Such a pretty thing,” she compliments, feeling arrogant when you bite your lip to stifle a moan. She toys with you like a plaything, switching her movements every so often to garner different reactions. You’re restoring her confidence without even trying; such sweet oblivion.

What she doesn’t fully grasp in the moment, though, is that your arrangement is very much so a two way street. You demonstrate the power you still have over her as you take hold of her hips, pulling them down as you thrust up to meet them. 

Just as her thigh is between your legs, so is yours between hers; the mutual relief you receive at the motion entices you, making you repeat it.

She curses into your ear, the sound so full of raw desire that you nearly lose all sense of reason right then and there. Her head falls against your shoulder in ecstasy as she revels a little longer, enjoying the heat that spreads throughout her body the more you touch her.

It’s just like it used to be in so many ways, but somehow new. Still exciting. Still everything she hoped for.

Her lips find their way to your cheek in the darkness, leaving a trail of kisses downward, along your jawline and neck. They’re desperate and needy, accompanied by her shuddered breaths as she attempts to convey everything you’re making her feel. She can only cross her fingers and hope that it’s mutual.

“Come here,” you instruct, tapping her leg. She understands in an instant, wordlessly repositioning herself so that she’s straddling your waist now. The new angle is even more comfortable, and she sits back to give you a better look at her body as a way of expressing her gratitude. Her perky breasts are on full display, looking absolutely divine above the lines of her abs. You run a finger over the latter, tracing the hard-earned muscles in admiration. 

Subtly, her hips begin to gyrate. She wants the movement to be tortuous, starting slow and building up until you can’t take it anymore. It’s only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine after all this time. 

“Shit, Jiu,” you exhale, glancing down to where you’re joined. Her panties glisten as she writhes, displaying the wet spot that you’ve caused; when her grinding becomes a little sloppier, you can feel her slick spread to your abdomen. 

"You like that, baby?" She muses, breathing heavy. You nod vehemently, not quite trusting your voice enough to speak yet. 

You splay a hand across her pelvis, using your thumb to tease her clit. 

She shakes as a surprised, broken moan slips out of her mouth. It’s louder than either of you expected it to be, and you find yourselves wanting to laugh for a moment.

“Play fair,” she warns, glaring at you. “...unless you want to wake everyone in the house up?” It’s posed as a question rather than a statement. 

“I wouldn’t be–” you pause, exhaling when she presses into you a little harder, cocking a brow, “...opposed to that, necessarily.” 

A sexy smile plays on her lips, making them look more kissable than ever. “No?” Something dangerous shines in her eyes.

“Try me.”

She bites her lip, weighing her options. You asked for it.

Her voice is whiny when she speaks again, and about five times louder than necessary at that. “I need you, Y/N. Please…” her hands thread into her hair exaggeratedly, playing into the show she’s giving. “Fuck me–”

You sit up at once, clasping a hand over her mouth and using the length of your body to push her backwards and pin her down against the bed. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you remain deathly still for a few tense seconds, trying to make sure her little stunt didn’t actually wake anybody up. 

You didn’t really think she’d do it.

The sound of distant footsteps fills the hall, a series of padding and waiting, before the latch of a bedroom door clicks. The floorboards creak… someone's weight shifting from one foot to the other as they peek into the hall. 

Jiu smiles against your palm, feeling every thump of your nervous heart. 

When she wraps her legs around your waist and slips a hand between your bodies, your eyes screw tightly shut. 

"Stop," you whisper, the noise like harsh wind on a calm night. 

Her wanting eyes peer up at you, observing. The situation is delicate, so that's exactly how she'll treat it. 

Slowly, she places her free hand beside her head on the bed and glances at it, inviting you to hold it. Upon hesitantly removing your own from her mouth, you thread your fingers with hers as you pin it down.

Innocently, she kisses your neck again, just above your pulse point. Her warm breath tickles your skin, only further stirring the fire within you. 

"Do you really want me to?" She asks, voice sinful and rich. Her lips still, full and tempting, awaiting your answer.

Another door opens somewhere else in the house, followed by heavy footsteps. Someone trekking to the kitchen, it seems. Your mouth runs dry.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your shorts, edging them down little by little. "Say it again and I will," she promises. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop." 

You sigh as she pulls your panties to the side, finally slipping her hand past the material. She finds your clit easily, with no real effort necessary; she knows your body now just the same as she did before. 

"I…" you start, fighting back a stutter. Two of her fingers dip down to your entrance, gathering up some of your wetness. "...I can't." 

"You can't what, Y/N?" She moves her fingers left and right, teasing. 

"I can't say I don't want you," you groan, annoyance bubbling up within you. 

"Why not?" You can tell she's smirking just by the sound of her voice. 

"Because I'm sick of lying," you admit. "I've always wanted you." 

Her cocky attitude falters. 

A beat passes.

All footsteps outside retreat back into their respective rooms, and closing doors resound shortly after. 

Effectively, the two of you are alone again.

Silence prevails following your confession – an eternal moment unbroken by any words of reciprocation from her. It lends your mind to chaos, filling it with worry.

You shouldn't have said anything. This was a mistake. 

Embarrassed, you sit up and remove yourself from Jiu, moving towards the edge of the bed. She reaches out for you, though you don't see it. 

"I'm sorry," your head shakes, discontent. "I shouldn't have–"

"Shush," she commands, surprising you. She refuses to let this end like before, with you retreating and shutting her out.

Your eyebrows raise as you turn to look at her; she still lays where you left her, only now she's propped up on her elbows. 

"Don't say you regret it. Please." Her voice sounds small. 

"But I thought…" 

Her eyes remain on you as she sits up, carefully moving to sit next to you on her knees. 

"I never stopped either, Y/N. I just couldn't believe you've felt the same all this time." She explains, not wanting you to misinterpret her silence any longer. 

Your fingers toy at your thighs, still jittery with nerves. She notices, and lays a comforting hand on top of them.

"I've missed you," she adds. Softly, quietly. So as to not disturb this process. Together, you're beginning to pick up the pieces of what you let slip through your fingers before. 

"Me too," you reassure her, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. She leans into your touch, letting her eyes fall shut. 

The walls she so adamantly built around her heart are lowering, little by little, and the notion scares her. If she gives herself to you tonight and you end up walking away, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to recover. 

“I’ve got you." The phrase sounds like a promise from your heart to hers; it’s as if you read her mind. “I won’t let things get in the way like before.”

She looks at you again, peeking her eyes open. The earnest look on your face is sincere enough to convince her of anything. “I’ll spend however long it takes proving it to you, Jiu.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “I believe that.”

“Good,” you say, releasing a small breath of anticipation you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

She squeezes your hand three times, reminding you of the past. 

Nostalgia befalls you, both in good ways and bad. So much regret exists between the two of you, centering around the breakup that neither of you really wanted in the first place. Life got in the way, then, and you were both too naive to fight against what you thought were fate’s currents. 

It was decided that if you couldn’t be together, you’d have to settle for the ghost of one another. 

Jiu found you in midnight moonlight, shining brightly amid the darkest of hours. You ruled from high above, with your impact spanning further than you ever realized. 

She found you in the sound of laughter – the kind that starts by surprise, bubbling up from within and spilling out in a way that couldn’t not be contagious. The kind that everyone appreciates when they tell a joke with their fingers crossed, hoping it lands. 

In warm tea and fireside reading you resided; a comforting hug on winter’s coldest day.

But traces of you were left behind in unwanted places, too, like fingerprints on a window. No matter how many cycles of washing and drying her sheets went through, they still smelled like you. 

Her skin still remembered the way you touched her, igniting a fire that only you could put out. Her lips remembered your taste, knowing nothing could compare. She tried, for a time, to replace the imprints you left behind; but her efforts were in vain. 

You were her mirage in the desert; a distant, elusive dream. Glimmering with untapped potential, waiting to be caught. She ebbed, you flowed. That’s how you would be, then and forever.

Or so she thought.

Had she known that she was the Sun to you, perhaps her hope would’ve been restored. 

Or maybe she would have laughed, knowing that you found her in the strangest of places. Like seatbelts, for instance, and napkins; always necessary, and always staving off the bad that the world had to offer. 

She was the chilly blast of air provided by the AC on summer’s most humid day, greeting you at the door of every shop you entered. 

She was the sleepy delirium you slipped into on your days off, all pleasant dreams and comfortable positions.

The flowers and blossoms of the world were all her kisses, like a goddess’s gift to the Earth. Elegant, sweet, perfect. Being showered in them was a good luck charm; they rode the air currents on spring days, fluttering greetings on their way.

Coming home. To you, that was her. The familiarity of the floorboards, knowing where to step to avoid them creaking; the refrigerator light against a pitch-black kitchen, its crescent shape holding the darkness at bay; the support of your bed, offering relief to the parts of you that needed it most.

Truth be told, both of you found each other in everything. Bits and pieces, all fragments far too small to equate to the immensity of what you shared. Glimpses would never do in the long run, and you knew that. But what else were you to do?

Perhaps that silent hope that you held out, all daydreams and utterances of what if, swayed the universe into this. Into giving you an in; an opportunity to right your wrongs. A chance to hold tighter, this time, and accept trials and tribulations as signs of growth to be handled together – not reasons to give up. 

You feel yourself smiling before you realize you’re even doing it. Her presence has a whole new meaning now, a whole slew of possible outcomes. Wherever the two of you decide to take things is up to you again; there’s nothing holding you back anymore. 

She brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing her thumb across your soft skin. Even just holding you like this, so simply, is something she’s been longing for. Since the day you walked into her life, you’ve ruled her world without even knowing it. Sweet oblivion, yet again.

“Kiss me,” she says, after a moment. It draws you from the hold of her spell, bringing you back down to Earth. 

You obey with a smile, but just before your lips meet hers, she stops you. She didn’t mean there.

“Here,” she corrects, as her hand guides yours back between her thighs. She’s wetter now than she was before, somehow, and you moan against her at the feeling. She muffles the noise with a kiss of her own, knowing how badly you need it. 

She bites your lip as she pulls away. “We’re not leaving this bed until you’ve made up for every night we’ve been apart. Do you understand me?”

You sigh, half-amused. “I’m fairly certain that the group is going hiking in the morning,” you inform, “...so I think it’s important that you’re still able to walk for that.”

“Who says we have to join them?” She raises a brow, pushing you down onto the bed and moving to straddle you again. 

You pull a face, feigning concern. “You wouldn’t want to be improper, now would you?” 

Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, accepting no blame. “What happens is up to you. Take me now or forever hold your peace.” She declares it proudly, posing herself before you. 

The view of her on top of you – nearly naked, her body humming with want, waiting for your touch – dispels any and all remnants of humor. Your shared desire wins out, filling the air of the room; she’s aware of her power over you, but she’d be a liar to act as if watching your eyes darken didn’t make her stomach flip just like it did the first time you ever took her. 

With a hushed curse, you capture her lips in a searing kiss. She gasps into it when you roughly pull her panties down, showing little care in being gentle now. Her response comes in a similar form, with her hastily tugging your shirt over your head; once you’re exposed to her, she can’t help but stare. She admires every curve like it’s the first time she’s seen it; every line like it’s her last. It’s adoration and desperation, all at once; appreciating it all is important to her, but so too is relearning it. 

Luckily for you, she happens to be best at a hands-on approach.

Her nails drag across your abdomen on their way downward, leaving faint marks on your sensitive skin; she can’t wait to see how many she can leave on you. It’s always been one of her favorite things to do.

In one fluid motion you flip her over, cradling her close in the process. Her hands cup your cheeks as she kisses you, and you hurriedly remove any remaining clothes from your bodies. 

She spreads her legs for you as you begin to slide down her body, leaving one final kiss to her lips. 

Her hands hold your hair up as you explore her abdomen, painting her fair skin with an array of love bites. Her nails dig into your scalp when her impatience hits a high, making you smile against her despite the sting. 

She hums appreciatively when you finally slide your hand down, ready to prepare her for what she wants most. She’s absolutely soaked, and by the whine that she lets out when you press your palm to her clit, it’s safe to say that she’ll only get worse. The bed sheets below her have already received some of her slick, proudly displaying a wet spot for you to bear witness to. 

“Enough teasing, jagi,” she groans, breathless and tired of your games. With shut eyes and furrowed brows, she pushes her head back into her pillow and takes up the writhing again that she had become so good at earlier. Her hands fall to your shoulders, pushing you down further.

You settle her thighs on your shoulders, basking in how smooth and warm they are around you. She’s perfection in human form; divinity personified.

“Keep it down, Jiu,” you command, taking control. “If you pull another stunt like earlier, I’m stopping altogether.”

She nods feverishly, lacking the desire to be a brat anymore. If playing nice is what it takes to have you, then so be it. That promise of release is finally back again, after all this time, and she can let herself get lost in you. 

These four walls – what she once loathed – are creating an oasis.

Her personal utopia.

—

The Next Morning

Overzealous birds work as your alarm clock of sorts, claiming the prize of waking you up. You blink the sleep from your eyes and stretch, feeling a pleasant soreness in parts of your body it hadn’t been before last night. The ache reminds you of everything you did just a few hours ago, and you find yourself smiling like an idiot as you roll over to greet the resident sadist next to you.

When your hand meets the cold, empty expanse of the bed instead, your expression sours.

The bedside table is void of any note or message, too, you discover, though your phone sits atop it, charging. At some point this morning she must’ve plugged it in for you. Sweet, but not enough. You wanted to wake up in her arms, or at the very least next to her. 

Grumbling, you sit up and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You have no idea what the day will hold for the two of you.

–

Clean and dressed, you take a seat on the bed. Your fingertips mindlessly press to the hickey on your neck – one of the many, many that you discovered as you got ready – rubbing patterns against the abused skin there.

You unplug your phone and turn it on, mentally crossing your fingers as you scan through your message notifications for her name. 

Your pursuit proves fruitless. Not even a text.

You huff like a child, rolling your eyes. So much for a vacation; now you’re stressed all over again. 

When staring a hole into your phone doesn’t result in her notification magically popping up, you decide to give it a rest.

Standing up, you slip it into your back pocket and head for the door, ready to track Y/BFFs/N down and tell her everything.

However those plans, too, come to a screeching halt right before your eyes as you swing the door open to reveal a shocked Jiu. Your timing truly is impeccable.

“AHHH!” She shrieks, frightened. 

She hastily scrambles to keep the large tray in her hands upright and off of the floor. 

Spilling the spread of foods she just finished preparing for the two of you doesn’t sound too appealing to her, after all.

Immediately, you spring into action and successfully help steady it. Some fruits fell out of their separate containers and a bit of milk spilled over the side of its jar, but all of that is easily fixable. Jiu releases a tense breath as she realizes that the worst case scenario was avoided, but she glares at you as she pushes her way into the room.

“Pabo,” she mutters, striding over to the bed. The slight limp in her step makes you smile inwardly, proud of yourself.

Once the food is safely laid down and she cleans up what spilled, she turns to look at you. 

“Sorry,” you mitigate, grimacing. When you approach her and look at everything she put together, your annoyance from before gives way to guilt. A plethora of your favorite foods decorates the tray, assembled with love.

She regards you for a moment, pretending to be angry. When her eyes land on one of the darkening marks on your neck, pleased mischief comes to gleam in them.

“You’re lucky I like you,” she threatens, pointing a finger at you.

Playfully, you bite the tip of it. 

“I’m aware, jagi.”

Cautiously, you ease your arms around her waist, ready to pull away if need be. Although her lips still rest in an unamused pout, she doesn’t stop you. 

The jackhammering of her heart has eased now, and you can feel its pace returning to normal as you draw her into your arms. She loops hers around your neck and sweetly presses her cheek to yours, content with staying like that for a bit.

You sway gently, rocking from side to side. This definitely makes up for the rude awakening you received earlier.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull away enough to look at her. Your fingertips brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. She leans in, finally kissing you good morning.

“Ready to eat?”

Your lips purse in mock contemplation as you scan the food again. 

"Mmm, five more minutes?" You suggest, leaning forward to kiss her again. She laughs into the embrace lightly, returning the gesture. 

Her lips taste of the strawberries and cherries that she stole bites of earlier, as she cooked. It's addicting, you find, when she deepens the kiss and wraps herself around you, melting into your arms. You hold her close, just like she wants. 

"Does this mean…" she mumbles between kisses, "we're still gonna room together?" 

You pause to laugh. "Yeah, jagi. We're still roommates. No getting rid of me now." 

She replaces her lips on yours, kissing them again and again as you attempt to control the growing smile on your face. She sweetly cups your cheeks, rubbing her thumbs across them as you continue.

Abruptly, jarring clapping resounds from the doorway. Fake sniffling can also be heard, and so the two of you look up to investigate. 

It's none other than Sua and Y/BFFs/N, standing side by side with their hands clasped tightly together like proud parents. 

"I told you it would happen," Sua wails, dabbing fake tears from the corner of her eye. Y/BFFs/N agrees, nodding enthusiastically. 

“Mission accomplished,” she quips, looking straight at you. 

It seems as though they had been playing Cupid all along…

Sneaky.

... I cant get it out of my head since i saw one specific fannart, but... Vaggie and Lute as exes? Can anyone else kinda see that or am i just delulu?

unfortunately im not having a 'hot girl' summer, im having an 'i miss my ex and i want to get back together' summer.

GUYS.

BACK AT IT AGAIN W MY MF CRUSH BRO. I THOUGHT WE WAS OVER THIS SHIT BUT NAH!!!

GUYS THIS BEAUTIFUL BITCHASS GIRL MANAGED TO BREAK MY HESRT AND MSKE ME "FALL IN LOVE" ALL OVER AGAIN TF. Now I say "fall in love" cuz cmon now. It's a school crush. It's just 'like like' not love.

But ANYWAYS. GUYS SHE SO PRETTY AND SWEET AND THE WAY SHE ACTS IS SO UGHHHH!!!! SHE'LL BE ALL LIKE 'teehee' and like LEAN HER HEAD BACK TO BE ON MY SHOULDER GAAGHHHH. I JUST CANT.

i had this one ex gf who was SO abusive. Like it was crazy for a minor to be that abusive (dw I'm a minor too I'm not like a PEDO be fr). And if I were to like lean my head on her or not initiate physical contact or affection first (since I'm the more masculine figure in the relationship so I'm supposed to be more dominant ig? such a dumb stereotype I love dominant women be so fr) she would get all pissy and mad and threaten to break up with me. Hella bitchy. She would belittle me for having female friends even though she had male friends? Like. Girl.

Anyways. I FUCKING LOVE THIS GIRL. SHES MY BSF AND GIRLFRIEND MATERIAL ALL IN ONE SJOFMSJXODNSF.

She also keeps making comments about how she hasn't had her first kiss yet and it took me a while to get the hint but I'm like "I gotchu 😏" so gotta make that happen chat 🙏.

What do you do when you and your best friend watch Scott pilgrim and realize that just like Ramona she has more or less 7 evil "exes"?

Exactly, you draw them and your friends as scott pilgrim characters.

If y'all were wondering I'm the one at the bottom left with the fall out boy top.

@freakyelf-ontheshelf is the ginger one next to me

@happilyqualityfox is the one and only Scott pilgrim at the bottom center

@schizo-potato55 is the one at the bottom with the red "el pepe" tshirt

@just4w3ird0 is the one at the bottom right with pink hair