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losing all my innocence in the backseat
your brother was very clear about the “NO MESSING WITH MY FRIENDS” rule. jaemin gets annoyed just by seeing you exchange some words to any of them, thinking about what might be running through their nasty minds.
you’re not allowed to get that much contact with them, you know that. they’re not that older than you but it still seems wrong in your brother’s eyes.
if you know it’s wrong then why do you find yourself in park jisung’s car? parked outside of your house, sitting so prettily in his lap not giving a damn fuck about the rule.
you’ve been interested in jisung for about some months. you two share similar interests, and you’ve always find him drop dead handsome. going out for ocasional dates, secret hook ups at his place; all behind your brother’s back.
when you had to meet up with jaemin’s friends, it was hard to practically ignore jisung. ignore his presence, pretend he means absolutely nothing. there were some moments you actually thought you were in love with him. in love with the man that has you on top of him right now.
“y’ know that we can’t.. can’t do this here.”, you managed to spat in between those messy kisses you two were sharing.
jisung lowered the seat all the way, giving you maximum access to accommodate yourself in his lap. he has one hand holding your cheek, and the other caressing the bare skin of your waist.
he leaned away from the kiss, “do you want me to stop? we can leave and go to my pla-“
you cut him off, shaking your head and letting out breathy laughs, “no, ji. it feels..wrong but good.”
jisung smiles and leans his head back, amused by your words. you kept eye contact for some seconds, noticing how sweat is painting his gorgeous skin and hair. his shirt is long gone, his jeans suddenly tightening as minutes pass by.
“love.” he mumbles, fingers caressing your jaw and cheek, “have i told you how pretty you look from this angle?”
you couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down and hiding your face in his bare chest, “you’re so cute.” he pulls your face up to meet his again, tenderly pecking your lips.
in the moment jisung pulls you for a real kiss, his right hand travels to your back, fingers messing with the clasps of your bra.
he waited for any sign of approval, which you gladly granted by whimpering a small “please” between the kiss.
your fingers are massaging his hair, lovingly scratching his hot back, reaching for any skin of his that you can reach, wanting to feel him close.
“beautiful. you’re so beautiful.” jisung’s wet kisses made their way to your neck.
the fun soon ended when you heard something buzzing. jisung clicks his tongue, leaning away from your sweet neck and sitting up to get his phone.
the car went silence for some seconds. “ji. who is it?”
jisung ruffles his hair, showing you the contact name on his phone, “it’s your brother.”
jaemin’s name appeared on the display, and the male gave you one last look before accepting the call.
you sit up and search for your shirt, mentally cursing at him for ruining your moment with jisung, but now a part of you feels guilty.
“hey, jaem.” his voice sounded unusual.
“i’ve sent you some messages over the past hour.”
“i’m so sorry man, i was busy and i’m not home yet. what do you need?” that was the last words that came out of jisung’s mouth before the male on the other line hung up.
he quickly opens jaemin’s chat, with over 10+ unread messages.
NA JAEMIN: you think i’m fucking dumb or what
NA JAEMIN: i’m sorry but what the actual fuck jisung
NA JAEMIN: get out of my house. leave her alone
NA JAEMIN: you’re fucking in my backyard is that it
NA JAEMIN: and to think that you thought i wouldn’t find out lol
NA JAEMIN: fuck you
NA JAEMIN: youre so done
NA JAEMIN: don’t even try to excuse yourself
NA JAEMIN: i don’t want to hear a single word
HEUUUUURGHHH
bakugou makes me so insane like i think he's so choppy and awkward and weird about expressing his feelings for you and he is physically incapable of doing it straightforward—but he will offhandedly gruff out the most romantic things to you.
you're sitting on the kitchen counter as he's chopping veggies for dinner, and he'd brought home the awful news that sero and his long-time—long, long-time—girlfriend had just broken up, and you're like—
"man, that's so sad," frowning down at your feet as you kick them out, glancing over at how focused katsuki is on cutting equally sized potatoes. "can you imagine having to get out in the dating pool after so long? i wouldn't know where to start."
and he's in the zone, so you get a simple hum in response.
now, you don't mean it when you say it, at all, but to be a little shit you poke him lightly in the butt with your toe and wiggle your finger when he glances up at you, at the soggy band-aid wrapped around the tip. "maybe you need to get back out there," you tease, raising your eyebrows when he frowns. "maybe you'll find someone that doesnt nearly cut their finger off in the kitchen or someone that isn't such a crybaby."
it earns you an ugly look, talking like that, and he huffs out his annoyance before going back to the task at hand. "shut up, as if you weren't fuckin' made for me."
and he says it so—unbothered, doesn't even look back at you when your legs finally still and you're stuck just staring at him. because he's too worried about his stupid potatoes.
"what?" you ask, trying not to let your lower lip jut out because he'll hear the tears in your voice right away. "what do you mean?"
katsuki looks anyway, just glances, but at the sheen to your eyes and how big they've gotten, he straightens up immediately. he's alarmed, for a moment, but then it seems to settle what he's said out loud, and he hikes his shoulders up to his ears and pointedly looks away. "y'know what i mean."
and then he scowls and grits his teeth and his cheekies turn so red as you burst into tears.