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Heyo guys! I got this idea for this great fic from @youarejesting so if you want to send in requests I’ll be posting small fics from your bias’ to you.

1) send in an insecurity you have. Please try to be as specific as you are comfortable.

2) tell me your bias

I did ask @youarejesting for permission to use this idea and they said yes. Definitely also check them out as they are an amazing writer and person

Hi! I just found your blog, and i'm in love with it. I would like to request from fluffy prompt 35+36 please with jin!

Well, what a coincidence, because I am in love with YOU kutie anon!! <3 Anyways, here is the imagine I dreamt up when hit with these prompts. Sorry it is so LONG (as usual) but in order to do these prompts justice, it is what it is. Hope you like <3

Fluff prompt #35: Can I keep this? It smells like you.

Fluff prompt #36: Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.

Disclaimers: I found this gif on Pinterest, so it’s obviously not mine. Spiderman belongs to Sony, who has made a deal with Marvel/Disney to be used in their films, just in case y’all didn’t know.

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Swears, childhood romance, mentions of making love, Jin making me pop all the UwU’s and melting me into a puddle of fluffy goo.

Word Count: 2,968

Summary: You decided to spend your summer at your grandparents’ place where you used to spend summers during your childhood. The place is filled with so many memories, some good, some bad, but all containing him.

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Always Loved You (Jin One-Shot, Fluff)

I couldn’t flip the pages fast enough. Currently, I was laying on a beach chair I’d dragged out to the edge of the lake, soaking up some sun while reading a trashy romance novel. The main character had finally confessed their love to the main love interest, and things were getting interesting.

“Y/n!” I ignored whoever was calling me.

“Y/N!”

“What?!” I hollered back, ripping off my sunglasses in annoyance.

“I need you to go to town! We need groceries for dinner tonight!”

I stood up, grumbling, pulling down my swimsuit that had started riding up my ass and gathering up my bag and towel. So much for a relaxing afternoon.

Still, I guess I was here for more than just a vacation. It was summer, and I’d just graduated from university. When everyone who attended my graduation party asked what I was going to do with my fancy new degree, I shrugged and gave some vague, non-committal answer. I had no job prospects lined up, not even an internship. I knew what I wanted to do with my degree, but no idea how to get there.

Sick of people asking me about it, I finally found something to do with my summer. I would go live with my grandparents and help them out. Truthfully, that was kind of a lie in itself. Sure, I’d help with whatever my grandpa and grandma needed, but mostly I was here to get some space and figure out what to do with the rest of my life. My impromptu trip got my parents off my back, at least.

I breathed in the warm, fresh air one last time before going inside to change. I loved it here. Back when I was in grade school, I used to come here for entire summers with my parents. Between the sun and the lake, I was constantly begging to come back here. I wondered when that changed… probably some time in high school, when I started getting busy with friends and parties. “I’m leaving now!” I called out to my grandma, scooping up the list she left for me on the coffee table.

“Thank you!”

I stepped outside and began the walk to the mini-mart down the road, relishing in the way my skin warmed in the sun once more. I hardly passed a single person, let alone a single car. That’s part of the charm here… no nosy neighbors or pesky so-called friends trying to get into your business and tell you what to do. Everything had a good distance between it, allowing for solitude and that small-town feel. I loved that it took a twenty minute walk to get to the busiest part of town, which was still nothing when compared to the crowded streets of the city.

A smile spread over my face as I passed a small park I remembered playing in as a kid.

“Tag, you’re it!” I shrieked before running away as fast as I could.

He growled and took off after me, causing me to squeal and run faster, giggling like mad. I ran up the steps of the jungle gym until I reached the very tippy, top. Oh no, he was coming! He grinned as he cornered me, but I had one escape left. I slid down the slide, still laughing as my bum hit the ground, got up, and started running. I didn’t make it far, though.

WAM! My feet tangled up and I ended up on the ground. “Ouch,” I gasped, looking at my hands. They had tiny cuts all over them, and my knee was scraped.

He reached me and pushed me hard in the shoulder. “TAG!” he screamed, but his smile faded when he saw me crying.

“Y/n, what happened?” he said, leaning down and examining my knee with large, brown eyes.

“I tripped,” I sniffled.

“Oh, don’t cry. I trip all the time. I even carry band-aides around just in case. See?”

I perked up a little when he pulled a bandage out of his pocket. He smiled at me as he peeled off the backing and stuck it on my knee. “It’s Spiderman,” I giggled.

He grinned at me. “He’s my favorite.”

The boy suddenly leaned down and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. “There. All better.”

He pulled me up and we continued our game of tag, shrieking and laughing even louder, if that was possible.

I blinked away the memory, realizing I’d stopped and was staring at the playground. God, I hadn’t thought about him in forever. How long’s it been? I wonder if he still lives around here… or even if he remembers me.

Our moms were best friends back in the day, and every time my family came here, we’d always spend the most time together. He was the only kid my age we knew around here, so he became my best friend. As we grew up, we went from sending each other hand-drawn pictures in the mail to full-on letters, then to emailing, then texting, then video calling.

One day, my laptop beeped, indicating I was getting a video chat, and I nearly declined it before seeing it was him. I quickly wiped my tears away with a tissue and blew my nose before answering the call. “Hey,” I said, giving the camera a watery smile.

“Hey! It’s been forever.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I keep meaning to call you but I’ve just been so busy.”

I sniffed, and he frowned, leaning closer to his screen. “Are you crying?”

“N-No,” I stuttered.

He gave me an amused smile. “Y/n, come on. You know you can’t lie to me.”

I choked out a laugh. “Alright, fine. Yes, I was crying, it’s stupid, just some guy being an ass as usual…”

I watched as he reached out a hand and leaned his camera even closer to his handsome face, concern etched all over his features, those brown eyes shining in what little light there was. “Please don’t cry, y/n. You know I can’t stand you crying.”

I nodded and laughed a bit more. “I know. I promise, it’s over with that guy. I won’t be wasting any more tears on him.”

He smiled at me. “Good.”

Lost in thought, I kept walking down the road, my tennis shoes scuffing along the pavement as I absentmindedly kicked stray rocks. I wonder if he ever thinks about me. Probably not. Last I heard, he too went to university somewhere in a far-off city. He was probably making a living for himself, his career prospects endless… probably dating someone too. Might even be married by now.

I huffed out a sigh as I reached the mini-mart. I stepped inside and grabbed a basket before pulling out my grandma’s list, muttering as I read it out loud to myself. “Y/n?”

That voice… it couldn’t be. No freaking way. I whirled around. “Jin?”

His face split into a wide grin. “It is you! What are you doing here?”

“J-Jin,” I stuttered, still not comprehending that the tall, handsome guy I was just reminiscing about was actually here.

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s been what, six, seven years?”

“Something like that.” I could hardly breath. He looked only slightly older than what I remember. His hair was darker and pushed away from his face to reveal his forehead, but the rest of him was the same. The same easy smile. The same toned, wide shoulders. That melodic voice. Another memory suddenly forced its way into my mind, one that I’d been trying to push away since I got here.

The soft light of 6am caused my eyes to flutter open. A fresh, cool breeze danced across my bare skin, causing me to shiver and slide my arms back under the covers, cuddling close to the warm body next to me. I suddenly shot up. “Oh God, we’ve been out all night,” I groaned.

Jin sat up as well, chuckling. “It’s okay. Just tell your parents you were with me. They’ll understand.”

Oh hell. His voice was deep and husky from lack of use, and I felt myself melting into a puddle as he spoke.

Without warning, I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back eagerly for a few minutes before squeezing my waist, causing us to break apart as I gasped. “Listen,” he murmured, trailing his lips across my bare shoulder. “We should be getting back.”

“No, just a few more minutes,” I said, pulling him in again.

Jin indulged me for only a few seconds more, wrapping his soft lips around mine in a way that made my head spin. After an entire summer of flirting and driving each other crazy, we finally gave in and ended up kissing each other after Jin drove us out here to watch the stars. Before I knew it, we were in the back of his truck making love. He was my first. I always knew he would be. It was just a matter of getting us to cross the line between friends and lovers.

He pulled away from me. “Seriously, y/n, our parents are going to murder us as it is,” he laughed. “And… you’re leaving today. You’ve got to go pack.”

My heart dropped. I knew he was right. When would we see each other again? Jin began pulling his clothes back on, and I did the same. He grabbed his jacket and was just about to shrug it on when I tugged it away.

“Hey!” he protested, playfully grabbing for it back.

I buried my face in the jean fabric, inhaling deeply. It still smelled like him, musky with a hint of spicy cologne. “Can I keep this?” I asked suddenly. “It… It smells like you.”

Jin smiled. “Sure.”

“Y/n?”

I blinked, looked back up at Jin. “Yeah, sorry. I was just-”

“Lost down memory lane?” he said, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“Y-Yeah.”

I still had that jacket somewhere. I’d kept it wrapped in a plastic bag so, whenever I grew lonely or sad, I could pull it out and inhale his scent. I’d even fallen asleep a few times with my head buried in it, making myself feel better as memories of Jin wafted through my mind.

“I find myself doing that too,” Jin murmured, bringing me back to the present.

I never went back to my grandparents’ after that, finding myself too wrapped up in school, friends, and other boyfriends to bother. Or, at least, that’s what I told myself. Maybe the real reason I stayed away is because I didn’t want to find out Jin had been doing the same. Living his life… without me.

I tightened my grasp on my basket. “Um, I’ve got… I’ve got some shopping to do.”

“Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Do you want to shop together?” I blurted out, noticing his mostly-empty basket.

Jin turned back around, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sure.”

We walked down the aisles in silence, picking out the groceries we needed as we went. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I finally said. “I thought you went to university.”

“I did,” he replied. “But I graduated recently, and I came back to see my family for a summer before heading back to Seoul.”

“Oh. Did you get a job?”

“Nope. I’m trying to become a doctor, so I need to go back to school for a few more years.”

“Nice,” I murmured.

“What about you? Why are you here?”

I sighed. “To visit my grandparents. Help them out.”

Jin stopped, grabbing something off a shelf, tossing me a knowing smile. “Come on, y/n, I know you. Why are you really here?”

I scoffed. “What do you mean? That is why I’m here.”

Jin stepped close, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. I caught a whiff of that oh-so-familiar scent and felt my legs turning to jelly as he leaned down so our eyes were level. “Are you sure?” he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not here for you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s not what I was implying,” he said, chuckling. “But good to know.”

“Besides, you’ve probably got some girlfriend back in the city,” I muttered, turning away to grab something off a shelf.

“No, actually.”

“Really? The cocky, handsome Jin can’t sway them city girls?” I teased.

He shook his head. “Oh, that’s definitely not it. I could have any girl I wanted back there.”

Jin suddenly grabbed my basket away from me, causing me to whirl around. He stepped close, and I backed up until I could go no further, my shoulders pressed against the shelves. “The problem was me. I didn’t want any of them,” he murmured.

My lungs stopped working as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine, my eyes growing wide as our breaths intermingled. Jin drew back, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face,” he snorted.

“Fuck off,” I snapped, grabbing my basket back and striding down the aisle away from him.

He followed after me, his windshield-wiper laugh still echoing throughout the store. “Awww, come on, y/n. It was a joke.”

“Well it wasn’t funny.”

“Why not? What, you got a boyfriend that wouldn’t appreciate me flirting with his girl or something?”

His tone was nonchalant, but I sensed some tentativeness in the question. “No,” I replied firmly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Jin looked down at me, his brown eyes bright as he smiled. “Good.”

I scoffed once more and headed over to the cashier, placing my basket down on the checkout belt. Jin placed his behind mine, and when I got out my wallet to pay, he placed a large hand over mine. “I’ll pay for both,” he told the cashier.

I didn’t say anything until we got outside, both of us weighed down with shopping bags. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I scolded.

Jin chuckled. “A ‘thank you’ would suffice, you know.”

I marched up to him. “Just because you’re some big shot doctor now-”

“I’m not a doctor yet, y/n.”

“Whatever. Just because you think you can-”

He cut me off once more by grabbing my bags and loading them in the back of a truck. I stared at the gray vehicle, my mouth dropping open. It was the same truck. The place where I’d lost my virginity all those years ago.

I shook my head, bringing myself back down to reality. “What’re you doing?”

Jin shut the trunk door. “Giving you a ride. Now come on, stubborn, get in.”

I scoffed, but got in on the passenger side nonetheless. Everything looked the same, but different. Rather than a Spiderman lanyard hanging from the mirror, a few graduation tassels hung there instead. The truck was cleaner than I remember. No fast food cups littered the floor, but a couple half-empty water bottles were in the cup holders.

But it was the smell that got to me. That musk with a hint of spice… exactly like I remember. My body relaxed as Jin started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the same way I’d relax when holding onto his jacket back home.

It didn’t take too long to reach my grandparents’. Jini pulled in the driveway and shut the engine off, but neither of us moved. Jin stared at me, but I didn’t say anything, uncomfortably biting my lip and staring at the dashboard. “Y/n,” he murmured, causing me to look at him. I half-wished I hadn’t. His eyes were filled with that same look he gave me that night we kissed and made love, wide and perfectly brown.

“Why didn’t you come back after that summer?”

There it was. The question I’d been asking myself since I got here. I twisted my hands in my lap nervously. “Because… Because…”

“Tell me,” he said softly.

I pressed my lips together before releasing a loud sigh. “Because I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of you moving on.”

Jin shook his head, chuckling. “Are you serious?”

I slowly nodded.

“Y/n, I couldn’t move on even if I wanted to. I loved you. I still… love you.”

My mouth parted open in surprise at his confession. “You do?”

Jin smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I tried to move on when I realized you weren’t coming back, I really did, but you were always in the back of my mind. Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

I bit my lip, taking only a second to process before I unbuckled my seat belt and launched myself at him. Our lips pressed together, melding into the sweetest kiss I didn’t realize I missed with every fiber of my being. Jin wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, angling his jaw to deepen the kiss, and I threw my arms around his neck, trying in vain to draw him even closer.

We pulled apart, and I smiled as I took in Jin’s blown pupils, his lips reddening from being pressed to mine, his breath coming out in short gasps. “I love you, y/n,” he murmured. “I’ve always loved you.”

My smile grew. “I love you too, Jin.”

We continued kissing for what felt like forever before he pulled back, laughing and saying we needed to get the groceries inside. We unloaded the truck with the biggest grins, holding hands as we walked up to the house.

As I looked at Jin, the sun glinting off his dark locks, his smile lighting up my whole world, I found myself thinking that maybe there was a reason none of my relationships worked out. Maybe there was a reason I hadn’t found any opportunities coming my way after I graduated. And maybe, just maybe, I was exactly where I needed to be.

Part one of ??? Genre: Smut, fluff Summary: BTS does a lot of advertising campaigns. The stylist team works their asses off making sure they look perfect for said advertising campaigns. As a member of the makeup team, you’re involved in it too. Makeup preparation is easy: a member sits down in front of a mirror, you do their makeup and fuss about how they ate and got crumbs all over their mouth, they go take pictures. But now they’re doing a campaign with Calvin Klein. As in, there are three days of people taking photos of BTS wearing almost nothing. Three days where you have to do their makeup on the rest of their bodies, not just their faces. Your heart, with its not-so-small crush on Jin, will probably explode by the second day. Pairing: Jin x yn (female reader) Warnings: big dick!Jin (of course), oral m receiving, no condom (use protection y’all!), minimal biting but like it’s still there, facefucking? is that the word?, i think that’s it Author’s note: YALL IT’S FINALLY HERE! Uh so this is going to be multiple chapters, I had an idea so I wanted to make it a two shot but I think it’s going to be longer than that. I’ve been somewhat busy with going back to school so things are going to be a little spaced out (when have they not) but part two will be here before November! Word count: 6k (6969 if we’re being exact lol)

“Seokjin-ssi, why are you not ready??? Your shoot is in less than twenty minutes!” shouts the head stylist. 

You turn from where you’re finishing Namjoon’s makeup and see that Jin is sitting in a chair, playing on his phone. Again. And still fully clothed. It still feels weird to you, knowing that in this shoot, they’re going to be wearing next to nothing. But you know that you won’t see them. The shoot is in another room, and there’s no reason for you to go in that room. Especially when you’ll be busy with makeup. 

“I think Sunhi can do your makeup, she just finished her break,” you say, turning back to Namjoon. You hear Jin walking to the other side of the room, and continue with your work. 

About an hour later, you’re frantically running around, trying to find Jungkook. He’s disappeared again, probably messing around in the shooting room. This is why you are sprinting, makeup brushes in hand, towards the room with the cameras. Yes, the room where there’s likely at least one member in only boxers. You’ve forgotten this in your frenzy.

You throw open the door and scream, “JEON JUNGKOOK WHERE ARE YOU?”

The room falls silent except for the sound of a single camera shutter. All eyes turn towards you and you burn a bright red.

“There’s no Jungkook here, I think,” says Jin, chuckling. And all you can do is blush harder while trying not to notice that he’s almost completely naked. You mumble a short apology and exit, the doors closing behind you. Your search for Jungkook is not complete, but it can be paused for catching your breath. And for trying to erase the image of Jin from your mind. 

But it’s been burned there. His smooth, caramel-colored skin. The broadness of his shoulders. The hard lines of his abs and his chest. Yeah… that’s not leaving any time soon. Regardless, you go back to searching for Jungkook. 

The thing is you like Jin. And you’re definitely out of his league - why would he date a member of the stylist team when he could date another idol? But he’s always been the member you’ve felt closest to, if you could call it that. Your relationship with the group is strictly professional, but that doesn’t stop everyone from joking around and having fun behind the scenes. And they’re all great people, but you can’t help but feel some sort of attraction towards Jin. It’s not just that he’s funny and kind, but he’s so caring towards everybody. Not to mention how handsome he is… 

So seeing him in nothing but Calvin Klein boxers is going to stick in your head for possibly the rest of your life. Especially since it’s an advertising campaign and the pictures will be EVERYWHERE until the next set of Calvin Klein or BTS advertisements, whichever comes first. The whole preparation thing will take a while, so the photo shoot will last four days. Four days of seeing the members, now most notably Jin, walking around shirtless for most of the day. Four days of daily panic because oh my god. Even when the campaign is over, when the ads come down, you’re still going to see the pictures everywhere. Those things don’t disappear into the void after a few weeks, they stay around forever. 

It’s been ten minutes and you can’t find Jungkook. You head back to your workstation and there he is, giggling while hiding behind Namjoon.

“Ya, Jungkook-ssi, where were you? I need to do your ma-”

“I already did it while you were looking for him, it’s all good. When the entire group has finished their solo shots, they’re going to be doing a group thing, so I need you to help me fix some of the others’ makeup. Honestly, why is it so easy to melt makeup with studio lights…” the head stylist, Hyejin, sighs, walking over to you. 

“Okay, which members? I might as well get a head start now,” you say, beginning to arrange your brushes.

“Just one member, I’ve assigned Sunhi and Jiyoo to Jimin and Hoseok. You’ll be doing Seokjin’s makeup,” she explains, and you freeze for a second. Jin. Jin’s makeup. Oh no. 

“Cool, I’ll go find him,” you say, trying to hide your internal panic, and Hyejin nods, walking away. Fortunately, Jungkook and Namjoon are gone and can’t see you panicking as you gather your supplies. You’re pretty sure everyone on the stylist team knows about your crush on Jin, partly because you made the mistake of telling Jiyoo who can’t keep her mouth shut, and partly because you’re not the most subtle person. Hyejin is the type of person to know more than she lets on and usually makes assignments happen based on what she sees around her. A few years ago, when Sunhi had a crush on Taehyung, Hyejin kept assigning her to work with him until one day Sunhi walked into the breakroom and announced that she now liked a barista at the Starbucks near her house. She suddenly had fewer assignments with Taehyung. 

...So of course Hyejin would have you do Jin’s makeup when he’s half-naked. 

Fortunately for you and your imagination, by the time you find Jin, he has put on a shirt and jeans. Unfortunately for you, and your imagination, those clothes were probably going to have to come off for you to finish your work. 

You both stare awkwardly at each other. You didn’t know about Jin, but you were thinking about the encounter from earlier. How he’d been just sitting in a chair, legs spread slightly, leaning slightly forward, wearing practically nothing… You don’t let your mind drift farther than that, a blush begins to creep up your neck and you look away.

“I’m uh. I’m here to freshen up your makeup,” you stutter, not meeting his gaze as you unpack your bag. He smiles softly, knowing exactly what you’d been thinking about, and begins to walk towards you. 

“Sounds good, do you want me to sit somewhere or should I just stand?” he asks, and you nod while pointing to a nearby chair. The other stylists weren’t the only ones who knew about your crush, most of the members knew but never said anything about it to you. This was not out of malice, they just figured it would be a lot less awkward if you didn’t know that they knew. 

Now, if they’d known that Jin liked you back, they would not have been quiet for so long. 

There are expectations for idols. You hear in news articles and breakroom gossip about celebrity relationships all the time, and they’re almost always between idol one and actor two. The one time you heard a rumor about an idol dating someone who isn’t famous was that rumor about Jungkook and his tattoo artist. You’ve met her, and you know the rumor wasn’t true, so you don’t count it. You’ve never heard of an idol dating someone on their stylist team. It might have happened, you wouldn’t rule it out, but someone on Jin’s scale was likely to never be in that position. So as much as you want to scream “Kim Seokjin, please fucking date me” from the top of a building while on international television when everyone (even your great-uncle Hubert!) is watching, you wouldn’t. And not just because most people confess their feelings in less extreme ways. 

Retouching the makeup on his face was fine. You’d done it a million times before. Retouching the makeup on the rest of his body was another story.

“I need you to uh. Um. I need you to take off your shirt,” you say, and then turn bright red. Jin smiles again and reaches to pull off the thin white shirt he’d slipped into between your encounters. Slowly, he lifts it over his head, your eyes following his hands from where they’d hovered slightly over his abs, up to his chest, and back up to his face when he drops the shirt on the floor. He knows what he’s doing.

You two stare at each other again, and something flashes across his face that you don’t recognize. You blink, remembering that you have to continue with his makeup, and turn to reach for your brushes. Jin lets out a small sigh, barely audible but you could still hear it, and you turn back to see him look a little bit disappointed. You’re one of the most oblivious people you know, so you’re confused as to what that was supposed to be. Nothing is said as you begin to brush bronzer on his torso, though. 

Being this close to each other is affecting you both. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened if you’d left your brushes in the other room and had to use your hands. You’d be able to touch him, something you’d never really done. Sure, you’d brushed his hair out of his face a few times, but that was far different from putting your hand directly on his chest. Little do you know that Jin is thinking the same thing, and he can barely contain himself. He didn’t know you liked him back and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries by suggesting you use your hands, even though it’s killing him to be this close to you. 

Maybe it was your shaking hands, or maybe it was the way Jin was breathing, but you accidentally got some of the bronzer on his shoulder. It’s almost covered in it, and you’re not sure how all of it got there. You freeze, and then apologize and try to reach for a paper towel to wipe it off. But you forgot them in your workstation, and that is in a different room. 

“There’s a bathroom nearby, I can wipe it off in there maybe,” Jin suggests, and you nod. 

“I’m going with you though, you might accidentally wipe off some of the stuff that’s supposed to be there and we don’t want that happening,” you say, and he chuckles. 

As soon as you walk in, you grab a few paper towels and run one of them under the faucet. You start wiping at his shoulder, but the bronzer isn't coming off. Three bronzer-covered paper towels later, and it’s still there. 

“We’re going to be here a while… Got any fun stories?” you ask, while furiously scrubbing his shoulder. He winces, and you slow down a bit so you don’t hurt him.

“I have several,” he says and begins to talk. 

“So there’s this guy I know, he’s smart but he can make the dumbest choices. The other day I’m helping him water some plants and there’s this watering can he uses, right? He picks it up and the first thing I notice is all of the tape on the handle. I don’t think much of it at first, but then later the handle falls off. Apparently, it’s done that about a million times, and he decided to tape it instead of buying a new watering can.”

“...The guy is Namjoon, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

You laugh, “He told me that same story this morning, said you yelled at him to get a new watering can.”

Jin laughed, looking over at you and smiling. You two hold each other’s gazes for a bit, but this time it’s a comfortable silence, and you find yourself leaning in. You two are an inch apart before you snap out of whatever trance you’re in and break away, both of you looking away awkwardly and Jin clearing his throat. You go back to his shoulder and concentrate on that instead of thinking about whatever just happened. 

“I have another story. Well, not really a story, but more of a need for advice,” Jin says hesitantly. You look back up at him and see that he’s looking at the mirror, a nervous glint in his eye. 

He swallows. “There’s another guy I know. Also makes a lot of dumb choices, and is oblivious to basically everything. But there’s this girl he really likes. He’s pretty sure she doesn’t like him, but his friends act like it’s the opposite. The girl in question? Damn, he thinks she’s perfect. She’s cute, she’s funny, she’s kind to him and makes him happy. He likes to think that they’re close, and wants to just ‘fess up and tell her how he feels. He’s nervous, like… really nervous. He doesn’t think she likes him, even though his instincts and observations are telling him otherwise. So he doesn’t tell her. But like I said, he makes a lot of dumb choices. One of those dumb choices is not telling her.”

You stopped paying attention to his shoulder the second he said “oblivious.” 

“And now he’s in a bit of an awkward spot with her, they’re still friends but these things just keep on happening. He really, really wants to tell her now. But he has no idea how she feels. Whether she’s looking at him like that because she genuinely likes him, or because this new situation is opening up another train of thought for her.”

“Jin-”

“Yn. I like you. So much. I get it if you don’t feel the same way. But honestly, being in this position,” he gestures to the limited space between you two, “is driving me crazy. Being this close to you is doing things to me that I don’t want to admit to, because if you don’t feel the same then I don’t want to ruin our friendship. But please tell me if you really like me back, or if this photoshoot is just messing with my head. I’ve noticed you staring at me on multiple occasions today, and I need to know if that’s because you have feelings or because I’ve been almost naked all day.”

You’re silent. And for the first time today, that silence is not from awkwardness, it’s from surprise. Jin likes you? You, the stylist who’s been trying to remove bronzer from his shoulder for ten minutes. The girl who forgets to bring necessary supplies when she’s flustered. The girl who’s gotten photoshoot times mixed up and sent him in two hours early on multiple occasions. Who threw open a door and screamed at the ten people in charge of taking pictures of him. He likes you back?

“Please say something. Anything,” he pleads, and you blink. You want to confess too, but you’re also holding seven wet paper towels and that’s an awkward thing to be doing.

“Jin. This is really… surprising,” you breathe.

“Okay, maybe not anything. Anything but that.”

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I’ve never said this because I was nervous about how you’d react, but I like you too. You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest person I’ve ever met. It also goes without saying that you’re the most handsome person I’ve met too. Why would I think you felt the same about me? I’ve been staring at you all day because of my feelings, I think. I didn’t notice I was staring at you. The fact that you’ve been wearing next to nothing definitely does not help, my mind has been going to dangerous places that I’ve never let it wander to before,” you say, a little more confident now. You look back up at him, and he looks a little bit hopeful. 

“I like you, Jin.”

He smiles. And you find yourself leaning in again, this time on purpose, and he does too. The next thing you know, one hand is cupping your face, and the other is on your waist, pulling you towards him. You place your arms around his torso, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, barely whispering as his lips brush your forehead. You nod, not trusting your voice to work. You are well aware that he’s still shirtless, and you have no idea how that will affect your voice. 

And then he’s kissing you. It’s a gentle kiss, his lips soft against yours and moving so sweetly. You both sigh in contentment, and you kiss him back, a little bit firmer. You break apart for a second to catch your breath, and then you pull him even closer and kiss him fiercely. He gasps a little bit, then kisses you back, moaning softly when you slip your tongue into his mouth. He lets you explore his mouth for a bit before beginning to suck on your tongue. He tastes so good and you pull him closer, earning a small whimper before he deepens the kiss. 

He walks you towards the wall, still kissing you, and traps you against it. You two break apart and you pull him closer, pushing your hips against his.

...he’s hard. Really hard.

“I wasn’t lying when I said being close to you was affecting me,” he gasps as you begin to grind on him, gently. 

“Oh, I definitely believe that,” you say, smirking. You slowly run your hands down his chest and he shivers a bit under your touch. His eyes close and he leans in again when your fingertips slide along the lines of his abs, he’s about to kiss you when you pull away.

“Your makeup is… well. It needs to be redone,” you say, a little bit breathless, “and you still have the photoshoot. We should head back out before anyone gets suspicious.” 

He sighs, hanging his head for a second, then looks back up, a glint in his eyes. 

“Or… we could just stay here and pretend the shoot doesn’t exist?”

“Nice try mister. I’ll probably be fired if you’re late and don’t have your makeup fixed. We can come back later…” you say, winking. He grins and leans in again. Before you can try to stop him (and save all that work you did on his lips…), his mouth is on yours and you’ve melted into his touch. His hands run down your back to your waist, sliding back up to your chest. He squeezes slightly and then moans when you kiss him harder, stepping forward and wrapping a leg around his hips. 

Your hands are all over each other, pulling each other close and he’s almost dry humping you at this point. You’ve never let yourself imagine what it would feel like to have him grinding on you, but now it’s happening and your brain is screaming. 

And then the door opens.

“What in the name of Jimin’s jams is going on here????” Sunhi yells, eyes wide as she takes in the scene in front of her. You don’t blame her, it would probably be weird if the situation were reversed and you found her with… anyone, honestly. 

Everyone is silent for a moment. And then you and Jin both start trying to explain. 

“Stop. Stop stop stop stOP! Both of you talking at once is a horrible idea seeing as I have no idea what either of you is saying. One at a time. Yn, you first,” Sunhi says, pointing at you. Your mind goes blank. 

“Uh. I. Uh. We were. Um. We just. Well.”

“Yn was helping me with a problem I had. As you can see,” Jin says, pointing at the tent in his pants, “this thing needs to go.”

Both you and Sunhi just stare at him. 

“What? It’s true! I can’t exactly take a photoshoot while I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

You both continue to stare at him. Sunhi face palms and sighs. 

“You know what? I don’t care. Hyejin asked me to find you so I’m assuming she needs you for something. You should hurry up with whatever this is. I’ll just tell her you’re still… doing makeup…” Sunhi says, already walking away.

“Okay as much as I would love to get rid of this, I get the feeling the moment is ruined,” Jin says as you step away from the wall. You nod and walk out of the bathroom.

“You coming?” 

He looks a little bit disappointed and nods. You chuckle and walk back to the room you’d been in before this all happened. Relieved to find that your tools hadn’t gotten up and walked away, you gather everything together to get back to work on Jin. His face needs a touch-up… or just an entire redo, seeing as you were unable to save all of that work you did. 

You turn around to see him leaning against the doorway, staring at you. He was checking you out, and you blush under his gaze. It was taking a lot to not drag him into the room and kiss him senseless. 

“So… about your makeup?” You begin, and he groans and follows you into the room. You get back to work as soon as he sits down, working twice as fast as you did last time. 

You finish with his face in record time, five minutes. Not that you were keeping score, but you beat Sunhi’s record for the third time this month. 

Hopefully this time you won’t accidentally spill something on Jin’s shoulder again, you’re running out of time. 

Your phone buzzes and you see that you have a text from Hyejin. There are only ten more minutes for you two to get back to the photo room. And you still have a LOT of work to do.

...and not just on his makeup. 

“Okay, no funny business this time. I’m in a time crunch to get you ready so we can’t. Uh. We can’t fuck or anything,” you say sternly, and he laughs.

“How the hell can you say that with a straight face?” 

“If you’re late I could get fired so…” you trail off.

“Good point, good point.”

“Okay now shut up and let me do your makeup.”

“Make me.”

And then the tension’s back. 

You didn’t realize just how strong you were until you pulled Jin out of his chair and dragged him to the bathroom. The door is barely locked before he has you pinned to the wall again, grinding against you and mouthing at your neck. His hands travel to your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Jin,” you begin to say, right as he finds your sweet spot and begins to suck on it. “Your makeup…” 

“What about it?” he blinks up at you before returning to your neck. 

“You’re going to ruin it again-” you gasp as his hands slid to your ass. 

“And? You might not need to fix it, this is an underwear ad after all. Maybe they’ll want a sort of fucked-out look, with messy makeup. This would be perfect,” he breathes, lips tracing your collarbone. You want to argue, but his erection is pressing against your thigh and you’re having a hard time ignoring it. 

“Then we’ll give them that,” you say, hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, then tracing the lines of his abs down to the V of his hips. He bites gently into your shoulder, grinding himself against you even harder. 

You push him away from you a bit and he whines. Eyes lidded, hands still on your body, breathing heavily, he looks so good. He tries to lean in again but you stop him. 

“Take these off,” you gesture to his pants, which he nearly tears off in eagerness. You step forward, pushing him towards the counter. You kneel, tugging at his boxers, prompting him to push them down. His cock springs up, almost hitting his stomach.

You gasp, staring at his dick. He’s huge. You had a feeling he was pretty big, both from when you accidentally barged into the photoshoot and from when he was grinding on you earlier. But you hadn’t anticipated just how fucking enormous he was. His cock is long and thick, the head almost purple from the lack of attention and dripping a little bit of precum already. 

“Something wrong?” he asks, noticing your hesitation. He reaches for you, stroking your hair as you look back up at him in awe. 

“No… other than this fucking tree,” you say. He laughs, probably because he’s never heard anyone call his dick a tree before. Though, you don’t know his sexual history. For all you know, everyone he’d ever slept with called it a tree before you got there. 

You hold the base of his cock carefully, almost afraid to touch him. You haven’t given a blowjob in a very long time, especially not to someone as big as Jin. You aren’t sure you’ll be able to fit him in your mouth, but you sure as hell are going to try. 

You squeeze him and he gasps, the hand on your head tangling in your hair. He needs something to hold on to, which does wonders for your confidence. You put your other hand around him, preparing yourself. You kiss his tip, licking it like you would a popsicle that’s too cold. And then you wrap your lips around the head, beginning to suck.

He moans softly, eyes closed and head tilting back, already enjoying himself. You take more of him into your mouth, and he gets louder with every inch. You’re about halfway down, your hands still a little ways to go, when you begin to move off. He looks down at you, wondering what you were doing, and you wink before licking him from the base to the tip. His breathing becomes shallow, especially when he catches sight of your hands. They’re pretty small compared to his dick, and he grips the counter with his free hand, looking back at you. His eyes widen and he looks down again, the size difference doing things to him. One of your hands moves to his waist, pushing him against the counter so you can balance better. It’s like he’s frozen, letting you move him wherever.

You grin and focus back on his dick. Taking him back in your mouth, you have almost all of his cock in your mouth when he hits the back of your throat. He groans, head tilting back again. You swallow around him and he gets even louder. You bob your head, breathing through your nose so you won’t choke. You’ve only tried deepthroating a few times, all of them turning unsuccessful when you forgot to breathe. This time, you were ready. 

The sounds of pleasure he is making go straight to your center, and you feel a wave of arousal go through you. Looking back up at him, he looks completely fucked out. His Adam’s apple bobs whenever he moans, neck and cheeks flushed from the pleasure. He feels your gaze and looks at you, moaning louder when he sees how far in your mouth he was. You pause and swallow again, and his eyes practically roll back into his head as he lets out a deep, guttural groan. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth when you swallow again, and you choke a little bit. 

“FUCK. Yn. Shit that was so hot,” he moans, the hand on your head going back to stroking your hair. You move off of him to catch your breath.

“Maybe warn me next time?” you chuckle, your voice a little bit hoarse. His eyes widen before he nods. 

You interrupt him before he can ask if you’re okay, saying, “You can fuck my mouth if you want, just ask first. We have to be quick though, I still need to fix your makeup.”

He whimpers, knees buckling a little bit. The thought of using your mouth to get himself off is getting to his head, and you smile. 

“Can I? I don’t want to hurt you, but that sounds so hot… Your mouth already feels amazing,” he asks, groaning a bit when you nod. You get up and move over to the wall, about to kneel again when he kisses you, hard. 

You hold his dick again, stroking him gently while he explores your mouth (with his tongue this time). He begins to moan again, and you take that as your cue to break the kiss. You drop to your knees and open your mouth. 

“Shit… We’re doing this, aren’t we? Fuck, okay. Pinch me if it’s too much, okay?” he says, a little bit breathless. You nod, leaning forward to lick him again, tongue digging into his slit a little bit. He lets out a loud moan, looking like he’s about to lose himself. He guides his cock into your mouth and begins to thrust. He’s gentle at first, but going a little bit rougher when your eyes meet. He is slowly falling apart, you could tell, especially when you begin to choke a bit. It isn’t the most comfortable feeling, but you could live with it for a few minutes. The pleasured look on his face and his loud, almost desperate moans are enough to keep you going. 

“Fu-uck… Oh fuck… Oh my god, you feel so good, yn.” His hand flies out to brace him against the wall as his thrusts speed up. He’s close, you can tell. He pulls out of your mouth, the hand that was in your hair moving to hold himself, squeezing a bit. 

You look up, confused. “Is everything okay?”

He nods, trying to catch his breath. He motions for you to get up, and you do, still confused. He kisses you again, more gentle than before, and you wrap your arms around his torso. 

“Is it okay if I fuck you? As amazing as it feels to be in your mouth, I’m pretty sure I’m going to indulge for too long if you keep sucking me off,” he asks the second you two break your kiss. Your eyes widen, but you still nod, excited at the prospect. 

“It’s already been a few minutes, we don’t have very long,” you say, beginning to take off your leggings. He nods, eyes following your hands until your pants are completely off. You aren’t wearing lingerie, as you hadn’t expected this whole thing to happen today, but his eyes are glued to you regardless. Your panties are pretty wet, and he looks like he’s going to choke because of the sight. He kisses you again, almost shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wildly roaming your body. 

You take off your panties, a little bit difficult because of the stickiness, and he slowly slips into you. Once his tip is buried in you, you both sigh shakily. He keeps moaning softly as he slowly sheathes himself into you, pausing every few seconds to let you adjust. You feel completely stuffed once he’s finally fully inside. At this point, both of you are moaning, his hands landing on your waist to hold you against the wall, chest pressed to yours. He feels so solid against you, and you trace the lines of his body distractedly. He shivers slightly under your touch. Still deeply kissing you, he lifts one of your legs, which you wrap around his waist. He feels even deeper than before (if that was possible). 

His lips release yours, albeit reluctantly, and you nudge him to let him know he can move. He began to thrust slowly, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back into you. You kiss his neck, careful not to bite him in case you can’t cover it up later. As you move up to his jaw, his thrusts speed up, and he moans loudly when you lick along his jawline. You begin to grind yourself against him, encouraging him to speed up. 

“Harder, please… Jin you feel so good… oh shit,” you moan, meeting his eyes. He goes even harder, hitting so deep inside you that you’re afraid he will split you in half. He’s panting heavily like he’s barely keeping control of himself. And he probably is. You don’t blame him, if you were riding him you would lose control easily. 

“Yn… you’re so tight, how are you so tight-” he says breathlessly, his words turning into a moan. You suddenly clench around him and he swears, loudly. He stills inside you and his head drops to your shoulder with a loud groan. You whine from the loss of movement, but stop when he looks back up at you.

“Do that again, please, it felt so good-” he practically begs, before you clench again and he bucks his hips into you. He picks up the rhythm again, snapping his hips into you, hard. His head drops back down to your shoulder. Small whimpers leave his lips as he thrusts, getting louder when you tighten around him. He adjusts himself, angling his hips in a way that feels so much deeper inside you. He hits that one spot and you feel weak, almost collapsing against him. He grins slightly, realizing what he found and then pounding against that one spot.

“Jin, please, faster… oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing onto his arms. At this point, it feels like he’s jackhammering into you, and you’re not sure if he can go any faster. But he’s been very full of surprises today. 

“Is that where you need me? I’ll go faster if you need me to, baby,” he says, now pounding you into the wall. 

Did he just call you baby? It’s strange. Something about that goes straight to your heart and just spreads throughout all of you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. It’s a weird feeling compared to the burning lust that filled your entire body, but it feels good. 

His thrusts are becoming sloppy. It’s only a matter of time before he comes, and you’re surprised he lasted this long. And then you remember. You’re in a time crunch. Jin has a photoshoot. You still need time to fix his makeup, let alone clean up the mess you two are surely making. So you thrust forwards, the thud of skin on skin beginning to fill the room. Jin lifts his head to look at you again, eyes half-closed in a dazed state of pleasure. You clench especially tightly around him, wanting to help him get off faster, and he throws his head back with a deep growl. He leans forward again and bites into your neck, and you almost can’t take it anymore, all you want to do is cum. 

The desire to reach your climax is so great that you almost don’t hear Jin, “I-I’m close. Yn, I’m. I’m close. Oh shit. Fuck you feel so good.” 

He moves off of your neck, looking back at you. Your eyes meet, and his gaze darts to your mouth. His eyes travel back to yours, but you’re too focused on his lips. They seem so soft and pillowy, and all you want to do is kiss him. So you do. 

You lean towards him, and he seems to have the same idea as you because he leans in too. Your lips meet for only a second before he’s moaning again. You feel him thrust one last time and then he tenses. He crushes his mouth against yours and then spills into you with a long, drawn-out moan of your name. 

You haven’t had your orgasm yet, but you’re fairly close. It will be easy to get yourself off when Jin’s makeup is finished. He slips out of you, taking a step back to let you stand again. 

“Sorry, I meant to let you cum first,” he says sheepishly. “I got carried away…”

You smile and press a small kiss to his cheek. He pulls you into his arms and holds you, burying his face in your hair. 

“It’s okay, the goal was to get rid of your erection anyways. I can deal with myself later.”

“Are you sure? I can help you right now if you want. I don’t want to leave you hanging,” his eyes are wide as he looks down at you. You kiss him again, winding your fingers in his hair. He’s gentle with you, pulling you closer. You break away to catch your breath, still a little bit winded from how hard he was fucking you. 

“Jinnie, sweetie, I’m fine. I promise. If I need help, I’ll call you,” you say, winking. The tips of his ears flush pink and he kisses you again, but you can feel his smile. Never have you imagined being the one to cause the flustering, yet here you are. 

He lets you go and you both rush to put your clothes back on, knowing there’s even less time to get him ready. You’re about to unlock the door when someone knocks on it.

“Jin hyung?” says what sounds like Jungkook, but you can’t be entirely sure. “Are you in here? Yoongi hyung is looking for you. We have to go take pictures again I think.” 

You and Jin exchange a look, and as he opens his mouth to say something you press your hand over it to stop him. He looks confused but you have a plan, and he can’t be telling the other members he’s in here with you if that plan is going to work.

“No, Jungkook-ssi, it’s just me. If I find Seokjin I’ll send him to you and Yoongi, okay?” you call, glaring at Jin when he tries to move your hand. 

“Okay. Thanks, yn-noona.” Jungkook says, and you wait until you hear him walking away before letting go of Jin. 

“What was that for?!?” Jin half-yells, his eyes drilling holes into you. 

“I still need to fix your makeup, and if we send Jungkook on a wild goose chase trying to find you then we get more time.”

“Why couldn’t you have just said I’m in here with you? It’s Jungkook, he’s not going to know what we were doing, he’s oblivious to everything.”

“Because then he’d either wait around for you to come out or he’d tell someone else, who would likely be less oblivious and would know what we were doing. We’d both get in trouble with the second one,” you say. “I feel bad about lying to him but I also don’t want to get us in more trouble. It’s bad enough that your makeup isn’t done and it’s very clearly messed up, if someone figured out we were having sex then I could probably get fired.” 

“Sunhi saw us making out earlier, yn.”

Shit. You’d forgotten about that. Panic starts to fill you, every possible “what-if” scenario flashing through your head. If she told Hyejin or someone else, you could still get fired. 

You feel Jin’s hands on your shoulders. You look up at him and he kisses your forehead. “Yn. Don’t worry about it so much. If you get in trouble I’ll just tell them I asked you to help me. Sunhi saw how hard I was, trust me I’ve never seen anyone look at my dick for so long so shamelessly, she would probably believe me if I explained that I needed help again. And we don’t know if she told anyone. Plus, I’m pretty sure she’s slept with Taehyung on multiple occasions so she’s not exactly in a better situation.” 

“She slept with Taehyung?” you ask, bewildered. Sunhi? Really? You knew she liked him, you just didn’t know she’d compromise her job like that. Then again, you just did the same thing.

“That’s not the point, yn. The point is, you’re probably overreacting about people finding out. Take a few deep breaths and then let’s go back to the other room. You probably won’t need to fix much, it will only take a little bit.”

“All of the bronzer on your torso is smeared and blotchy, and there’s pink surrounding your mouth… I’m not sure how it managed to completely avoid your lips, it’s literally called lipstick? There’s a lot that needs to be fixed, Jin.”

“My handsomeness should make up for it,” he says, winking. You really shouldn’t be surprised that he’s making jokes right now, and giggle a little bit. 

You head out of the bathroom after checking that Jungkook isn’t lingering anywhere nearby. Gathering your tools, you go back to work on Jin’s makeup. He was right, it doesn’t take very long, and you’re almost done when he leans up and kisses your cheek.

“What’s this?” you ask, and he chuckles. 

“A thank you for the second-best orgasm of my life.”

“Only second? When was the first?”

“Later today, around 8 PM, if I’m lucky and you don’t have any plans. Do naengmyun and galbi sound good to you?” 

You blush and stammer out a yes. 

“Great! I’ll pick you up when today’s photos are over. Does 7:30 work?” he asks as you finish with his makeup. You nod and peck his forehead before standing back to admire your work.

He looks perfect. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more handsome, but he did, and you’re loving it. His legs are casually spread, one arm folded behind his head and the other on the armrest. He’s still not wearing a shirt and has since taken off his jeans, giving you a very indulgent view of his body. You can’t tear your eyes away from him, he’s just so effortlessly sexy. 

“So… how do I look?” he asks, noticing how your gaze travels up and down his body. 

“Amazing… you look absolutely fucking amazing…” you whisper, taking his hands and helping him get up. He grins and pulls you into his arms for a second before he has to go.

“Thanks, baby. I’ll see you tonight. After all, I still owe you an orgasm,” he murmurs, winking before he heads out. 

It stirs something inside you, and you’re left a little breathless as you watch him leave the room. Needless to say, you’re excited. 

Upside Down

Prompt: A Jinx headcanon where her S/O helps her through her schizophrenic episodes.

Warnings: Mentions of Severe Trauma

Theme: Hurt/Comfort

Please don’t repost this and claim as your own <3

• Anyone close with Jinx knows that her episodes can come sporadically, or when she‘s had a bad day, or when her emotions are through the roof, or when she hasn’t blown something up in a while but that’s rarely the case

• You try your best to help her through these episodes because you of all people know that she’ll do something dangerous if no one helps her.

• Holding her by the shoulders or with her head in your hands is usually one of the best ways to calm her down.

• “It’s okay, Jinx. You’re okay. No one else is here except you and me.”

• The worst ones are when she’s remembering all her trauma as a little kid. Those episodes will need more than just reassurance… sometimes you’d have to call Vi for some help.

• “No! I only wanted to help! I only wanted to help…” she’d struggle breathing properly because of how bad it would get. It breaks your heart to see her so distressed.

• You once came home to find the entire place a mess as if someone had broken in. But really, it was the aftermath of your girlfriend, Jinx, from an awful episode. You found her in the corner of the bathroom crying furiously and whispering to herself.

• Generally, after one of Jinx’s … moments… she’ll apologize to you several times over the next couple of hours. It makes her feel weak and vulnerable when her girlfriend is the one taking care of her and helping her through these awful experiences. She’s grateful- of course, but it still makes her feel slightly helpless.

• “Am I a burden?” Jinx would ask as the two of you are on the couch, cuddling, and watching the latest Netflix thriller show.

• “Of course not, princess,” you’d reply as you kiss her forehead, “You’re one of the best things that ever happened to me. Don’t ever think you’re less than that.”

• This would make her smile and result in a really tight hug.

• Jinx wouldn’t be letting go of you anytime soon. You’re all she’s got left so she can’t afford to lose you.

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A/N: Hope you all liked this little headcanon! And I hope it wasn’t too dark… Of course, feel free to request anything!