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i hate the quote “we never lose friends, we learn who our true ones are” or something like that

that’s bullshit

people change, people grow apart, they grow out of things and relationships, they leave, fight or simply stop talking. it doesn’t mean what you had wasn’t real, it just means that it’s over. you’ll always have those memories to hold on to.

you’re the best i’ve ever had. 

PAIRING.   jeon jungkook — chubby!femreader.

GENRE.  smut. angst. fluff.

WARNINGS.   NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS JK SO MUCH 😭😭😭. established relationship. neck biting.  groping (consensual ofc). dirty talk. body shaming. negative flashbacks. yns EX friend is a bitch we absolutely HATE her. short smut scenes.  jk worshipping your literal existence. body worship. praise. jungkook is in LOVE. as he should thoo.

♫   best i ever had, drake. ❝ baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted. we could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it. ❞

ALSO  les, childish gambino.  ❝ baby, you’re the baddest baby, you’re the baddest girl. nobody else matters nobody else matters girl. ❞

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💌  feedback is greatly appreciated!

Jungkook’s touches were so soft. So soft you almost barely even felt them. Keyword: almost. His smooth fingertips ran along your silky skin, while the tip of his pink tongue ran across the nape of your neck. Jungkook had one thing on his mind; which was pleasuring you in the best ways possible. “Baby,” Jungkook whispered in lust onto your skin. His veined hand made its way to your clothed breast, giving it a soft squeeze. He clutched at your tit one last time, before bringing his hand under your thin top, attacking your hardened nipple with his thumb, once reaching his awaited destination. “Love you,” Kiss. “So fuckin,” Your flesh was then in between his pearly white teeth, “Much.” 

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Hey dear. I just want to say thank you for always supporting me. I see you always liking my posts and stories, and I really appreciate it. I hope you have a great week ahead of you, stay safe and healthy 💐

Thank you! I enjoy reading your stories a lot , you have easily become one of my favorite authors here. I hope you have an amazing week as well.

I wish I could have been better, for you. I wish that when you looked at me, you felt like I was the center to to your earth. The missing piece to your game of chess. But I guess with every move in chess, there must be a winner and a loser. I had only wished you didn’t feel like a loser with me.

Quarter Quell IV

Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games AU

Warnings; Gore, death, yandere behavior, killing, strong language, literally kids murdering other kids, male on female violence (special trigger warning: in this series, there are moments where male tributes will overpower and hurt female tributes.  These scenes can be particularly triggering to women who have suffered abuse from men so please reconsider if you can handle this reading.)

Special trigger warning:  FOR MY MUSLIM READERS, THIS IS IS NOT RAMADAN SAFE!!!  In fact, I advise you to stay away from my blog as asks can reference my writing and also contain strong language, but please feel free to come back after your spiritual reflection is over.

PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE

Additional reading:  Tribute Catalog

Word Count; 14.5k 

The Hunger Games typically include a feast each year.  Feasts are used to bring the remaining tributes together if the Gamemakers think the game is getting boring or slow.  Often when food is scarce in the arena, or some tributes need vital equipment, the Gamemakers will invite the tributes to a banquet at a well-known place, such as the Cornucopia, to induce another bloodbath.  

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Énouement

Énouement Ship: Captain!Jungkook | Soldier!Reader Description: Mulan!AU | War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook. Warning: Dom!Kook, Character Death, Gore, Angst, Choking, Intercourse, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Punishment, Oral, Hair Pulling, Public Nudism  Word Count: 19,554 A/N: This is the longest thing I ever fucking wrote but it was so worth it. Mulan is one of my favorite movies of all time, and there were some such iconic scenes that I found so great I had to include them here as well, because I love simply describing the most heart-leaping scenes in my own words.

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winter soldier | jjk

genre; winter soldier/avengers au, angst/smut/fluff

pairing; winter soldier!jungkook x avenger!female reader

summary; the love of your life died during ww2, they honored his death. you had never imagined you’d ever see him again until you’d join him in death, but here he is and he’s trying to kill you. he’s not himself at all. you, however, insist that the man you used to know is still in there somewhere.

word count; 6,764

warnings; descriptions of war/battle/fight scenes, descriptions of scars, the rest of the avengers joins the party, reader is like Cap A but not like Cap A, you know??, jungkook looking hella hot with his long hair and steel arm, inspiration from ‘captain america: winter soldier’, swearing, SMUT; explicit sexual activities, oral (f. receiving), love making at its highest- nothing kinky, just plain ol’ sex

a/n; okay so um, i’m binge-watching the avengers movies atm and i was watching Captain America: Winter Soldier. i kid you not, throughout the entire movie i was imagining what jungkook would look like as the winter soldier- jungkook combined with superheroes is like the perfect story, amirite?? ;)) enjoy!

ps. once again, i didn’t proof read so ignore my possible mistakes lol

(for reference, this is what jungkook’s hair looks like in this fic)

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Cheer || jjk.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader Genre: fluff, cheerleader!yn x athlete!jk (requested by anon) Warning(s): minor swearing, alcohol, drinking games mentioned, college after game parties, reader is a cheer athlete, jungkook plays rugby, stress from expectations WC: ~9.9k (this is the longest I've ever written I hope it doesn't flop!!) Summary: You felt that your cheer team was under-appreciated by certain people — specifically the rugby team that your cheer team supports during their matches. How is it that their star player, Jeon Jungkook, manages to find his way into your life despite having a bad impression of the rugby players? Update (6/8): Made an edit

You always loved being in a team. That would explain why you were where you were. Standing on the mat in the indoor gym with your cheer team on a Friday night. Cheer was beyond exhausting, but you still loved doing it, especially with the team that you got in college. Your coach - a perfectionist - always drilled you guys over the minute details. That would also explain why you were still practicing for something so ‘trivial’ - your opinion, not your coach’s.

Your team was practicing the routine for the rugby team’s qualifying match on Monday. It was a simple routine - as always. Your team didn’t do championship level routines during such events, you were all just there as moral support and being the hype people for the team. All you had to do was cheer with your pom poms, throw in a couple of stunts and the crowd would go wild.

But every event was a chance to get better, to get closer to perfect, according to your coach. And you did not disagree. You just never looked forward to cheering for the rugby team even after all the events. Despite your team always cheering for the football club, you could say you disliked most of them. It always felt as though they didn’t appreciate the moral support and took you guys for granted.

“Might want to look happy, yn.” You heard a playful remark from behind. Jimin, your most trusted base.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Just don’t drop me.”

There was no way you could pull off your stunts if you didn’t have trust in your teammates. And you could say you trusted Jimin with your life - literally. Accidents and mistakes were bound to happen but there was no doubt that you’d be down to try for anything if Jimin was your base.

Not only was Jimin a trustworthy base, but he was also an amazing stunter. His physique was perfect to be an in between, he could pull off both roles. That almost guaranteed him a spot on the mat every time. He was extremely hardworking as well and you’ll always be proud of your best friend making mat. Of course, you wanted to make mat just as badly as the next person.

Last season, you did not make mat and it crushed you. Jimin was there to get you out of your rut and encouraged you to bounce back stronger. Thanks to him, you managed to pick yourself up and train harder for the upcoming nationals. You had never been more determined to make mat.

“Point your toes, I want my flyers looking really perfect.” Your coach yelled over the music. Your coach was a beast, but an effective one, nonetheless. Your team won nationals last season and ready to bag this season as well.

“Alright, that’s all for today. Clean the place up and you guys can go home. Thanks everybody!” Your coach clapped their hands and the team followed suit as everyone got up from the mat and started tidying the place.

“Need a lift?”

“Yes please, you’re the best!” You pulled Jimin in for a tight hug, “Okay, you do this then!” Jimin handed you the empty bottles that he picked up from the ground as he headed off the change first.

You grumbled but took his place in defeat.

—

Big smiles were plastered on your faces as you congratulated the winning team - your college. You best friend nudged you while you waved the team goodbye as they passed by. “Coming to the after party?”

“Wouldn’t miss the free drinks and snacks.”

Jimin snorted, “Obviously.”

Though you did say that it felt like the cheer team was under appreciated, you were always invited to the after parties. Most of you went, mainly for the free drinks and snacks.

You flashed two thumbs up with Jimin as Yoongi passed by. A small smile on his face as he slightly bowed his heads in your direction, acknowledging your cheers.

Through all the after parties, you have been acquainted with one of their star players - Min Yoongi. He was one of the few who hung out in the kitchen to avoid all the party games and the crowd in the general. He disliked the unnecessary glamour and attention that came along with joining the rugby club. You admired his passion for rugby and along with Jimin, the three of you became the trio who hid away from the crowd during the parties.

After the debrief with our coach, your team dispersed to your own places to freshen up for the after party. It was a Friday night, and a good night of drinking was warranted after a tiring week.

You were all lucky your coach was not strict regarding such parties, as long as everyone turned up ready for the following practice.

“Glad to see faces I actually like.” Yoongi commented, handing you two drinks he had already prepared. “You make it sound like you hate everyone on your team.”

“I would say a good majority. I’m actually jealous that your cheer team is so close knit.”

Jimin nudged you after you downed your shot, “Without trust, our stunts won’t fly.”

You nodded your head in agreement, “Probably should get my team to watch your practices to learn a thing about team spirit.” Yoongi scoffed, mostly to himself, knowing that realistically, it would never happen.

The three of you turned your attention to the living room, watching Yoongi’s teammates either play beer pong or trying to find their fling for the night.

“They’re skilled, no doubt. But most of them are here for the popularity. It’s rare to find someone who genuinely likes football too.” Yoongi ranted as you poured himself another shot.

“Is there not a single soul?” Jimin asked, feeling a tinge of pity for his friend who was not experiencing the same level of love for his team as Jimin did for the cheer team.

Yoongi’s eyes scanned across the room, slowly shaking his head before his eyes landed on someone. “Actually, there is— Jungkook!” He raised his hand, shouting over the loud music as he tried to get someone’s attention.

You turned your head to see Jungkook approaching your group. “Jungkook? Really?” You questioned Yoongi. Jungkook was one of the star players as well. It was impossible not to know Jungkook. You could walk down any corridor in campus, and you would hear someone mention his name at least once.

“Hey,” Jungkook greeted Yoongi before his eyes shifted to yours and Jimin’s. “What’s going on?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “Just wanted to introduce you to some of the members from cheer.”

“From cheer, huh?” The corner of his lips tugged upwards as his eyes went back to you.

“I figured you won’t recognise us, even though we’ve been at your parties since, well… Basically here every party.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but it just came out from you. You heard Jimin chuckle from beside you as he draped his arms over you.

“Sorry bud, yn here doesn’t have a good impression of you guys.”

“It’s not like you have a better one.” You bit back at Jimin who just stuck out his tongue at you. “That is true,” He pulled away as he took a drink, “We were actually just bitching about you guys with Yoongi.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in bewilderment, yet he felt amused enough to stay and find out more. “Is that so, Yoongi?”

His teammate nodded his head nonchalantly, “Just sharing the truth. About how most of them are here to be popular. I called you because I know you’re one of the few who actually joined for rugby.”

Jungkook huffed out an amused hum, “Interesting. What are your names again?”

“Yn and Jimin.” Jimin instantly replied, knowing you were probably going to reply with a snarky comment. “Part of the cheer team, like Yoongi said. She’s mainly a flyer and I’m a base and tumbler.”

You watched as his eyes furrowed in confusion, “S-Sorry I don’t know cheer terms.”

“Not surprised.” You let the words slip as you took a sip from your cup. Jungkook’s eyes looked at you, a hint of challenge and interest on his expression.

“If you have something against me, let’s hear it.”

“Don’t take it personally, Jungkook.” You reached out to give a light pat on his right chest. “I had a bad impression on Yoongi as well.”

With that, Yoongi sighed, nodding his head in the back. “It’s a miracle she likes me now.”

“Well, why don’t you give me a chance to change that impression then?” The left corner of his lip rose a playful look on his face as he challenged you.

It could be the alcohol or could be the loud music that made you disoriented. Nonetheless, you reached out your hand for a handshake, “You’ve got one chance.”

Jimin and Yoongi left the kitchen to enjoy their own time together. You had an inkling that something was stirring between them, but you decided to let them be as you were left alone with Jungkook in the kitchen.

“So, yn,” Jungkook shifted in the high stool, leaning on his right elbow, his attention focused on you. “Care to explain why you seem to hate my team so badly?”

“Buckle your seatbelts, Jeon.” You teased as you reached out for your drink. You watched his attention eyes fixated on yours as he waited for your answer. “I dislike your team because it feels we don’t get the appreciation I feel we rightfully deserve. We’re always there for your plays, even for your friendlies. The support just feels one sided and to me it sucks when we put in a lot for our routines as well.”

You watched him slowly nod his head in understanding, his body leaning backwards as he internalised your words. “I have to admit. I never really paused to think about your cheer team. I mean your outfits and pom poms are cute and all— “

Pointing your finger at him, you interrupted, “Exactly, we’re not just cute outfits and pom poms. We only use the cheesy pom poms for your matches to make the crowd all hyped up. Do you even know we have our own competition as well?”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “Of course I do. Just never watched one.”

You let out a short, dry laugh, “It’s okay. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

Jungkook frowned, noting the dejected tone laced in your laugh and words as you tried to dismiss it. As an athlete himself, he knew how dejecting it must feel that support was one sided or lacking.

“Hey,” He placed the cup on the counter, “Why don’t you educate me? I’d like to know more.”

You smiled, “You’re pretty good at changing your first impression. You’re working really hard.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “No no, I mean it. It’s not just about changing your opinion of me. Tell me about cheer.”

You paused momentarily, recognising the sincerity in his voice as his gaze stayed on you. You knew he was serious about wanting to know more. It was as though the wall you placed between the two seemed to falter, a very minuscule crack forming on the wall.

“Jungkook!” A random college student hollered for his attention, “Come play beer pong with us!” You watched in amusement as you read their body language. They were clearly flirting with Jungkook and calling for his attention.

“Duty calls?”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’ll pass!”

“We can save this talk for another time, you can go— “

“Just to clear things up,” Jungkook turned back to you, “I’m not a fuckboy.”

You choked on air from his sudden defence statement, “I-I didn’t s-say you were— “

“Didn’t have to,” He said with a light smile on his face, “But I expected it too. Comes with the popularity I guess.” “So, you don’t…?” You trailed off and he shook his head, as if he was completely appalled by the sheer thought of being a fuckboy. “No, no. I don’t see the point in flings. Like Yoongi said, I’m here for rugby. Not to find dates.”

It felt as if another crack in the wall was formed after learning that fact. Like how Yoongi managed to break down the wall between you and him a few games ago.

Maybe not all jocks were bad.

“Anyway,” Jungkook pulled you back from your thoughts, “Educate me.”

You began sharing how was practice like, the different roles people were and how strict your coach was. You explained how you were always at the gym on the days you didn’t have training. You always got passionate when you talked about cheer and Jungkook experienced it first-hand. He watched how your face immediately lit up when he asked you to share about the sport. He was sure that even a person with zero interest with cheer would be completely drawn to hear you share about it with how enthusiastic you were.

“We currently have training three times a week since nationals are coming. We practice from late afternoon to almost midnight sometimes.” You paused, a sheepish grin creeping on your face as you realised you had been rambling on about your sport. “I-I’m sorry, I must’ve bored you to death.”

“No, no!” He immediately shook his head, hands out in front shaking as well in protest, “I wasn’t bored. I was really interested. I can tell how much you love cheer though.”

“Y-Yea I really do. Always good to find something to distract you especially during college.”

He nodded his head, “Can’t argue with that.” He raised his plastic cup in his hand, “Cheers to distractions.”

“Cheers,” You laughed, raising your cup towards his.

-

You could say you clicked well with Jungkook that night. In fact, you guys shared a lot about each other’s sport that you didn’t exchange numbers or any form of communication afterwards. It didn’t bug you so much since you figured it was a one-off conversation with him.

To be frank, you almost forgot that you talked with Jungkook that party. Jimin was the one who reminded you, asking about how he was and if you still hated jocks.

“He’s not bad, actually.”

“Of course, that’s why Yoongi actually likes him.” You raised an eyebrow suspiciously, leaning towards Jimin, “Speaking of Yoongi, how are things between you two?”

Your friend snorted, dismissing you with his hand, “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on. We’re just friendly.”

“For now?”

Jimin shrugged, “We’ll see how it goes.” He gives you a wink before getting up, extending his hand out as an offer to pull you up. “Back on the mat.”

Training went on until 11pm, it was full of drills as soon your coach would be picking who will make mat for nationals. Everyone had to give it their all during practice as you were all constantly being scrutinised by your coach, your attitude, skills, and stamina. You had been training your stunts with Jimin after he managed to pull you back up from your sulking phase. Everything was important.

You separated from Jimin after practice as you made your way to the bus stop to head home. “Yn? Is that you?”

A very familiar honey-like voice.

Jungkook slowly made his way to the bus stop, “What are you doing here at campus so late?” You asked.

“I was studying. Just ended practice?”

“Yea.”

Jungkook glanced at his watch, “Wanna grab a midnight snack?”

You smiled, “Sure.”

“How does ice cream sound?”

“I’m down.”

There was a small ice cream store near campus and luckily, you managed to catch the last order. The both of you enjoyed your slow late night stroll back to the bus stop as you strikes up a conversation with him.

“I realised I was the only one talking about my sport that night. How about you share about rugby? I actually don’t know much about it.”

“You sure?” Jungkook asked, slightly shocked that you had brought up his sport. “Because I can get carried away when I talk about it—“

You laughed, “I’m sure Jungkook. Fire away.”

Jungkook started sharing the rules and positions of rugby - “I’m number 11, one of the wings” You looked at him, already confused with the terms. With a short chuckle, he explained, “I’m one of the backs. We do the running and scoring. Sometimes, we have to knock people down in our way.”

He continued sharing his training schedule as well - how his team similarly had gym sessions on non-training days just like cheer. The only difference was that the rugby team had a gym off campus.

“Sounds fancy.”

“It’s pretty fancy.” He nodded his head letting out an airy laugh.

“Rubgy doesn’t sound too bad now that I know how it works.”

“You could watch one of our matches or practices when you guys aren’t cheering for us.”

“Why not.”

—

“Guess who I see?” Jimin whispered, nudging you out of your focus. You looked up, placing your dumbbells down, “Where are you looking at?”

“6 o’clock.” He muttered as he sneakily stole your dumbbells to do his set while you turned around to spot Jungkook who had just entered the gym.

You were surprised to see Jungkook and his teammates at the gym. Yoongi was the first one who spotted you. He sent a small smile, raising his hand for a short wave in your direction.

“Hey thief,” You nudged Jimin back, “Yoongi is here too.”

“I know, that’s why I stole your dumbbells.” You chuckled, smacking his toned arms upon learning his tactic.

You watched Yoongi talk to Jungkook, seemingly informing him that you were there as Jungkook turned his body around, his eyes meeting yours. You smiled, sending a hello with your hand to which he returned.

Seeing that you were unoccupied, since Jimin stole your dumbbells, Jungkook made his way to you. “What happened to your almighty external gym?”

He shrugged with a bright smile, “After hearing you hype up the campus gym so much the other night, I thought, why not give it a shot?”

You shook your head with a chuckle, clearly not believing his words. “If that’s the case, enjoy the campus gym!” You reached out to pat his broad shoulders before turning back to resume your gym session.

“Are you done with your set yet?” You questioned Jimin who stood right back up with a grin, “Was he watching me?”

Taking the dumbbells from his hands, you shrugged, “Doubt it.”

“Yea right.” Jimin scoffed, stepping aside to give you more space.

Your gym session lasted an hour as usual, ensuring that you don’t over-work your body as well since your coach was going to be choosing the final 20 soon.

Whenever you weren’t studying or training, you were stressing over whether you’ll make mat. And it was evident on your face. You heard a sigh coming from Jimin, “Don’t stress over it too much. You’ve been working extra hard this season, I’m confident you’ll make it.”

You responded with a weak smile, “Thanks Jimin, I really hope so.”

“Me too, but what you need is to stop thinking about it right now. Go get a distraction for tonight. Tomorrow’s training is going to be torturous.”

“When isn’t it?” You joked, “Touché.”

You packed your gym bag with Jimin, ready to leave and wind down for the day. Jimin was right, you needed a distraction - maybe a Netflix movie, or do some yoga to de-stress, or do a sheet mask —

“Jimin, yn!” You heard Yoongi holler out your names as you walked away from the campus gym.

“Yoongi, what’s up?”

Yoongi walked up to the both of you, accompanied by Jungkook.

“We just ended our session, was thinking if you wanted to grab dinner together?”

“Sure! Yn here,” Jimin laces his arm around yours as he pulled you closer to him, “needs a distraction ASAP.”

“A distraction?” Jungkook asked, looking at you for a response.

“From worrying about making mat.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Jungkook doesn’t know cheer lingo— “

“Oh no,” He shook his head, “I know what that means.”

“You do?!” Yoongi and Jimin asked incredulously.

“I gave him a lecture about cheer during that after party.” You answered and Jimin laughed, “Right! I forgot about your granny lecture.”

You scoffed defensively, “I-I mean he could’ve stopped be any time he was bored— “

“Because I wasn’t. It’s refreshing seeing people be so passionate about something, especially during college.” You returned the smile, the more you interacted with Jungkook, the more you could see why Yoongi kept Jungkook in his small circle of friends.

If there was anything the four of you had in common, it was your passion for your sport.

“I know a great place we can eat at.” Yoongi suggested. The four of you headed over to Yoongi’s go-to restaurants after his workout sessions. As the food started to come to your table, Yoongi and Jimin were caught up with some music competition show that you did not keep up with.

“So how has cheer been?” Jungkook’s voice pulled your attention towards him. “Fun but tiring as usual. Our coach is selecting who will make it to the final 20 for the nationals.” You sighed, anxiousness clearly evident in your tone and on your face.

“Hey, from an athlete to another, I know you’ve trained very hard, and I’ll be rooting for you to make it to the final 20.”

You weren’t sure why, but it felt comforting to hear those words from Jungkook. It felt different than when Jimin would cheer you up. You quickly decided that it was because you were praised by one of the star players of the rugby team. It felt great being acknowledged by someone out of the cheer world.

So, you decided to go with that explanation.

“Thanks, Jungkook, I hope I do. But you technically don’t know whether I’ve trained hard since you’ve never seen me practice.”

“That is true.” He simply grinned at you, “But I just know.”

“You have so much faith in me, Jungkook.” You teased.

He placed his forearms on the table, leaning on them to bring himself slightly close to you, “I have lots of faith in you.”

—

You weren’t stupid and you weren’t blind either. You and Jimin have been spotting Jungkook and Yoongi loitering around the indoor gym lately.

“Did you see them?” Jimin tossed you your newly refilled bottle, “I haven’t left the gym. They’re here again? It’s like 10pm.”

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, “Yoongi was napping on the table though. Looks like Jungkook was the only one actually studying.”

Jungkook never mentioned to you that he stayed back in campus to revise. Though, you barely talked to him since you never exchanged numbers. Every time you had a conversation with him, you both would get too swept up in the conversation that it never occurred to either of you that it was the 21st century and you could talk with your phones.

Training ended an hour later, and you did not expect them to still be outside ‘studying’.

“You guys are still studying?” Jimin called out as you both approached them, Jungkook’s head shot up almost instantly, his eyes finding yours, a bright smile on his face despite his tired eyes from revision. “What a coincidence seeing you here.”

You raised your eyebrows questioningly, “Here,” You looked around with your hands gesturing to the area, “Right outside the indoor gym, with no fan or AC.”

“Yes, here.” He insisted.

Yoongi sighed, finally waking up from his nap. “What’s with the commotion— Oh, you guys are finally done with practice.” He got up and grabbed his bags, “Jimin, need a lift?”

“Yes please!” Jimin nodded his head, giving you a quick goodbye hug before heading off with Yoongi, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Guess I can’t judge your preference for a study location.” You made your way to him as he packed up his belongings. “I kinda feel bad for you that Yoongi ditched you.”

Jungkook shook his head with a smile, “He was meant to ditch me anyway. I was waiting to see you.”

You felt yourself momentarily pause; an inhale stuck halfway as you processed his words. He waited to see me. You thought, your brain trying to find an explanation for that.

“I realised we haven’t exchanged numbers even after all this time.” He continued when he didn’t get a response.

“O-Oh right, here,” You reached for your phone in your bag, handing it to Jungkook. “I’ll drop you message.”

Jungkook didn’t take your phone immediately, his eyes locked on your face, as if he was shocked that you didn’t mind exchanging numbers, his hand reached for your phone, gently brushing against your fingers, sending a fluttery feeling in your way.

Once he added his contact, he returned your phone, “It’s 11pm, do you have a ride home?”

“I usually just take the bus.”

“I have a car. Let me take you home.”

“Oh no,” You shook your head, “You don’t have to really, I’m used to taking the bus— “

“But I’m already here anyway, come on, do you not trust my driving skills?” He joked and you let out an airy laugh, “Alright fine. I owe you one.”

“Nah, you already gave me your number.” He winked at you, throwing his bag over his shoulder, leading the way to the carpark with you slightly stunned from his flirtatious remarks.

The care ride with Jungkook was comfortable, slightly tense on your end at the start. Jungkook gave you the cable to play whatever music you wanted which made you slightly more comfortable. “I don’t know if we have the same music taste— “

“It’s alright, just play whatever you want.”

“O-Okay…”

Surprisingly, you and Jungkook didn’t have that much of a difference in differing taste, there were some songs that he didn’t know but found himself liking it. He himself was shocked to learn that you had similar taste in music.

Jungkook didn’t know why he felt so nervous having you in his car and driving you home. It was not like you were getting married. But why did he feel so nervous? Jungkook rarely flirted or showed interest in someone. His love was rugby - his sport - his life. He poured his heart and soul into the sport. But with you, he found that he couldn’t help flirting with you. It felt natural - It felt right.

Ironically, or maybe not, as he drove you home that night, Jungkook knew deep down, he was in it for the long ride.

—

Jimin held your hands tightly as you kept your eyelids shut. You could feel that your heart was about to jump out of your chest as you sat on the mat with Jimin, waiting for your coach to call out all the 20 names. It almost felt like you could feel your heartbeat in your head, the suspense and dragging was killing you.

Your hands clammy in Jimin’s but you did not have a single care as all you wanted in that moment was to make it to nationals.

“Jimin.”

You gasped, pulling Jimin in for a tight hug as he yelled in excitement. You were proud of your best friend; you knew that he would make mat and he deserved it.

Names were called and there were only 5 names left to be called, you grip on Jimin’s hands slackened as you started to accept that you won’t make it—

“Yn.”

You ears rang and you thought you were about to go deaf. Jimin’s loud but happy scream stunned you as you were pulled in for a suffocating hug this time.

The last 4 names were called and the final 20 had been made (subject to change).

Tears welled up in your eyes as memories of your gruelling training flashed through your mind. All the tiring practices and extra trainings with Jimin, the hardships and discipline all paid off.

Training went swimmingly, your coach running through sections of the choreography until it was time to wrap up. “Didn’t have the time to properly congratulate you.” Jimin said with a bright proud grin on his face as you left the gym.

“Thanks, Jimin! Hopefully we can stay on the 20 and compete together.”

“I’m confident we will.”

His eyes shifted away from you, and you followed his gaze to see Jungkook outside, once again, studying, alone this time. “Where’s Yoongi?” You asked as you both approached him.

“He gave up studying with me. Probably went home to crash after our practice today.”

Jimin eyed Jungkook’s facial expression suspiciously, eyes darting between you and Jungkook before he spoke, “I’m going book a ride and head home first yea? Text me when you’re home.” Jimin gives your shoulder a good squeeze before saying bye to you and Jungkook.

“What’s with the big smile on your face?” Jungkook questioned as he started packing his belongings. Your smile was contagious and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as well as soon as he saw your bright expression.

“I got into the top 20!”

You squared like a little girl, once again excited from the thought of making it this season.

Jungkook abruptly stopped gathering his stuff, stepping away from the table, “Really? Congrats, yn!” He pulled you in for a hug which made your muscles stiffen but your arms automatically wrapped around him.

“I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, Jungkook.” You chuckled as you pulled away from the embrace. Your mind was clouded, filled with a mixture of thoughts of making it to the Top 20 and how warm that hug felt. How it felt so ‘right’.

Over the past few weeks, it had become a routine, to have Jungkook studying outside the indoor gym and drive you home after practice. You always told him he didn’t need to send you home, but he never listened.

“Our qualifying match is next Friday, if we win, there’ll be an after party, are you free to come?”

“For the after party?”

“Yea, I mean, technically your whole cheer team usually come but since your nationals are coming, I’m assuming you would be too busy to come.”

“No no, I’ll come.”

“You will?” Jungkook’s face lit up and a bubbling feeling grew in your chest as you tried to ignore it. “Yea I will.”

—

Since Jungkook had his qualifying match around the corner, you stopped seeing him late at night outside the gym. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you missed seeing him after your practice.

Nonetheless, you would still spend the night texting him right before bed. It felt so easy to converse with him and you always looked forward to hear stories about his rugby practice and it felt nice to share about your cheer practice to him.

Friday quickly arrived and you decided to watch his match since the game was on your campus grounds. You took a seat somewhere in the middle of the bleachers and your eyes scanned the field to find Jungkook.

You recalled him explaining the positions of the backs and you found his number - 11. A smile crept unto your face as your eyes fixated on Jungkook. Your facial expression always scrunched up into a wince whenever you see them tackle each other during the game. You would let out a hiss as if you were the one sliding against the grass as Jungkook scored a point.

Nonetheless, it was fascinating to actually watch the game. Not surprisingly, after you understood the rules of the game, it was exciting to root for your college’s team. Maybe it was because you were rooting for a particular player, but you wouldn’t admit that to yourself just yet.

During half-time, your college’s team made their way back to the benches which was in front of where you sat. You didn’t bother shouting for his attention since you knew it was important to stay in the zone.

You sat at your spot, watching him, and you almost felt like a stalker. He was drenched in sweat, definitely going to have bruises or scratches from the game, you could see his chest move up and down as he took deep breaths to relax.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat when he had looked up and found your eyes amongst the crowd. Jungkook had been casually looking around the crowd to see if you really did come to watch his game.

He had texted you the night before about how he hoped you could come see his game now that you know how it actually worked. You told him no promises but had made sure you were free the afternoon to attend his game. Of course, you didn’t tell him that.

In an instant, his serious gaze broke into an inviting smile as he mouthed the words “hey” at your direction. You smiled back, returning the greeting while you hoped no one caught that moment between the two of you.

His coach called for their attention to remind them of their game plan but Jungkook was having a battle in his mind. The image of you smiling at the bleachers stayed as he tried to listen to his coach’s words. He knew the game plan, he was always on top the game. But seeing you watching him from the bleachers made him feel giddy but at least he also motivated him to do extra well. He wanted to look good in front of you.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He sent you text to wait for him to freshen up and you sat at your spot, enjoying the breeze as you waited for him to come back from his shower.

“You actually came.”

You looked up from your phone to see a wet-haired Jungkook approaching you with a lopsided grin. “Wanted to give support especially after all the times you sent me home after practice.”

Your phone vibrated as Jimin spammed you with messages when you stopped replying. Jimin had been asking about your whereabouts and you told him you were at the rugby game. He was upset since he would have tagged along to watch Yoongi if he knew you were going.

“Where’s Yoongi?”

Jungkook gestured with his thumb behind him, “Still showering. Is Jimin here?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “He didn’t know I was coming to watch. I think he’ll attack me later at the party.”

“Sounds like a fun match to see.” He joked and you scoffed, “I’ll beat Jimin easily.”

“I’m sure, I’ll always be rooting for you.”

It sounded like another tease but his words caused nervous knots in your stomach. You deliberately ignored the feeling as you walked down the bleachers to his side, “Shall we get Yoongi and Jimin?”

“Yep, text me his address. We’ll pick him up once Yoongi is ready to go.”

Get ready, Jungkook’s picking you up - yn

I already look good, always ready - Jimin

Yoongi didn’t take long to come out of the showers and the three of you made your way in Jungkook’s car to pick Jimin up, all ready for the after party.

“I haven’t had dinner so I am ready for all the food.” Jimin groaned, clutching his stomach as he hopped off the car.

The four of you made your way up the driveway to see that the after party had started even earlier. “Looks like everyone couldn’t wait to party.” Yoongi commented as you entered through the main door, the loud typical party music blasting through the house.

It wasn’t a very packed party, lesser than the usual after parties but still plenty of people nonetheless.

There were already different groups engaging in different activities - gossiping, flirting, beer pong, truth or dare, Mario Kart and many more.

“Yn, you hungry? I heard Woohyun baked pasta for tonight.” Yoongi gestured to the kitchen. Before you could reply, Jungkook added on, “Someone’s barbecuing in the backyard though.”

“Barbecue?” You repeated, “Sounds delicious.” You turned your head back to Yoongi, “I’ll follow you guys after!”

Yoongi and Jimin made their way to the kitchen while you and Jungkook headed over to start your night with barbecue.

At the backyard, there was a swimming pool with a small lawn where the barbecue was. The two of you made your way to the table with the cooked food, helping yourself to dinner.

“This tastes amazing.” You moaned in delight after the first bite.

Jungkook laughed, “Come on,” He took an empty plate and grabbed a handful of barbecue sticks and kebabs, leading the way to the other side of the pool with one empty lounge chair.

You shared the plastic lounge chair, sitting beside Jungkook as you shared the plate. “So, how was my game?”

“To be honest,” You cleared your throat, “More interesting now that I know the game.”

He grinned like a happy high school boy, “That’s great to hear! Maybe you can watch more of my games or practices when you have the time.”

“We’ll see about that.” You teased, grabbing another stick to feed yourself.

“So, how’s your prep for nationals?”

“Tiring, one of our flyers got a concussion after a bad fall last night so she’s temporarily replaced. Our pyramid’s a mess.”

Jungkook lightly nudged your shoulders, “I’m sure it’ll turn out well. You guys are the defending champions.”

“I hope we can defend it this season.”

“Gotta think positively.” He winked at you and you returned a small smile. Silence fell upon you two as you noticed the lack of personal space between the both of you. It felt comfortable yet nerve-racking to be so close to him.

Was he uncomfortable with the closeness? Should you move away?

Just as you were about to scoot away, he spoke. “I’m really glad you came to my match tonight. It felt different.” He admitted rather shyly as his gaze dropped to the half empty plate.

“Different?”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Felt nice knowing there’s someone out there rooting for me.”

“There were lots of people rooting out for you.”

“Yea but, someone out there that I really want to impress.”

You didn’t have a reply, you weren’t sure how to reply. You decided to opt for a small encouraging pat on his shoulder before retracting your hand.

It didn’t seem much from an outsider’s perspective, but his words held a lot of weight. For the both of you. Almost as if you were about to cross a line - some line that you weren’t sure if you’re both ready to cross.

“Well,” He cleared his throat, standing up, “Shall we go find the two?”

“S-Sure.”

The two of you entered through the back door and was immediately blocked by his fellow team player, handing both of you a bottle of soju. “Gotta help us finish these, Jeon. Someone,” his eyes darted to another team player, “Accidentally ordered twice our usual order.”

“Damn.” Jungkook laughed in disbelief, “I’ll pull my weight then.”

“Great! You know what’s a perfect game for that? Spin the Bottle! You guys wanna play?”

Jungkook’s gaze darted to yours as you hesitated to reply.

“Come on Jeon, you always reject our games. Just this once, yea?”

He sighed, “A-Alright sure. Yn?”

You shook your head, “I’ll pass. Go have fun.” You patted his back as you excused yourself to the kitchen. There was a sour feeling knowing that Jungkook agreed to play Spin the Bottle, you avoided looking at the circle at the living area as you went to find Yoongi and Jimin guarding the snacks.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“Spin the Bottle.” You plopped yourself down beside Jimin, chugging the soju bottle in your hand.

“Someone sounds affected.” Jimin teased, handing you a plate of pasta.

“No one’s affected.” You defended yourself as you grabbed a fork to eat the pasta, ignoring the feeling in your chest.

You had almost completely forgotten about Spin the Bottle as the three of you went on to talk about other things. You were laughing and enjoying your night with the two until you heard the familiar voice that made your muscles freeze.

“Any pasta left for me?”

You turned to look at Jungkook, “Enjoyed the game?”

“Pretty interesting,” He started and you immediately wanted to shut his voice out, “But would’ve been fun if you were in the game.” He winked at you before he took a plate for himself, acting as if he hadn’t said those words. You saw the empty soju bottle that he placed on the counter top and figured it was the alcohol talking so you decided to brush it off. It was probably the alcohol making him say such a brave statement in front of your friends.

Would something have happened if you agreed to play the game?

—

You realised that maybe he did decide to be more brave.

He started sitting in the gymnasium to watch your practices. Jimin would always inform you when he spotted Jungkook, insisting that he was here to watch you. Though you constantly denied, because you knew he knew a few of you guys from all the parties.

Somehow, you always felt his eyes were locked on you - his attention never leaving you no matter how chaotic the mat got. Every fall, every success, every break. You just knew he was looking at you.

The first practice you realised he was there, you approached him after practice ended.

“Hey Jungkook!”

“Why are you here?”

“Am I that unwanted? Looks like only Jimin is glad to see me here.”

“N-No,” You were caught off-guard, “I was just wondering—“

“I know, I’m kidding.” Jungkook chuckled, getting up from the bench, hopping down to stand right in front of you. “You came to my game, and I want to come see your practices. I haven’t actually seen how serious cheer can be.”

You hummed, “Alright then.” You tossed your damp towel over your shoulder. Jungkook reached out, “Let me take your bag. I saw how tiring practice was.”

“Jungkook it’s fine—“

“And you fell from that pyramid a couple of times. You better ice that bruise.” He pointed to the bruise on your shin. You had gotten the bruise when you knocked it against one of your teammate’s foot when you had fallen off the pyramid.

He had successfully snatched your duffel bag when you were distracted by the bruise on your shin. “Jungkook—“

“Come on, let the guy be a gentleman.” Jimin nudged your sides and you shot a light glare his way. “I already booked a ride and it’s here so I’ll head home first. Text me when you’re home, yea?” Jimin patted your shoulder before jogging off.

During the ride home, Jungkook shared how in awe he was during your practice. “I felt that same way watching your game too.” You admitted.

“I’m definitely watching nationals with Yoongi.”

“You don’t have to—“

“But I want to! I’m coming.”

Over the weeks, you learned even more about Jungkook.

Firstly, Jungkook was a really thoughtful individual.

He also loved going the extra mile. You knew his rugby training schedule since he shared it before. So you knew he was watching your late night sessions after his tiring ones on some days, yet still sat through all the way.

He didn’t attend all practices, but he didn’t have to. You always appreciated the times he came to watch and you made it a point to watch his trainings as well when you had nothing on.

Secondly, Jungkook was one of the most hardworking and disciplined individuals that you have met.

Every footwork drill, punishment or endurance runs, he took it seriously. He always gave it his 110%. Even when you knew he was near his limit, he never slacked.

Thirdly, Jungkook was cute when he was in the zone.

His eyebrows always scrunched together, sometimes he would bite his lip for extra concentration. He would whisper to himself after his attempts or runs, possibly correcting himself or encouraging himself.

You knew he was his harshest critic. You could see it in his training etiquette.

From an athlete to another, Jungkook was a very respectable athlete - in both fitness and character.

Eventually, this became routine between the both of you. You would watch each other’s practices whenever you had the time. Jimin and Yoongi had gotten used to the scene as well.

Both would tease the both of you separately, “Look who’s here.”

“Shut up.” You both would say to them, trying to fight the smile that wanted to break through.

“You know, people will start thinking that we’re dating.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing, now would it?” Jungkook tilted his head, a cheeky grin on his face as he tossed you a cold unopened bottle of water. His reply sent your heart fluttering. He knew his way with words.

“It’ll kill your popularity with the public. Everyone will lose hope and stop pining after you.” You said dramatically after taking a big gulp of the refreshing water.

“Still don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“You know, you’re a real flirt Jeon Jungkook.”

He grinned cheekily, “Only when I want to.”

He definitely knew his way with words, and possibly, his way to your heart.

—

Jungkook started asking you out for lunch and dinner over the weeks, including the weekends. It was refreshing seeing you two not dripping in sweat from training. And he cleaned up well.

Although the rugby finals and cheer nationals were just around the corner, you both tried to find spare time to hang out. It felt like a stress-reliever. You both needed it. Jungkook knew he needed and wanted it. He always wanted to see you.

You were both at an open field, lying next to each other, bodies facing up as you enjoyed the night sky. Silence engulfed the both of you as you relished the tranquility of the night.

With hectic schedules, you appreciated times like this when you didn’t have to think about something so serious like competitions and expectations.

You were grateful that you made it to the Final 20 but it was still stressful knowing that there are high expectations for your team to defend your title.

It was the same for Jungkook.

“This feels great, doesn’t it?” He was the first to break the silence.

You turned just your head to admire his side profile as his eyes remained glue to the starry night.

“It does.”

Jungkook paused before continuing the conversation, “You know, I didn’t actually play Spin the Bottle that night. I just drank every time it was me, just wanted to please Woohyun.”

Confused, you weren’t sure why Jungkook had brought that up out of the blue. “Why are you—”

“I just wanted you to know. Felt like you had to know.” He shrugged his shoulders, pressing his lips into a tight line. “Didn’t want to send mix signals.”

“Mix signals?” You turned around, lying on top of your stomach as you got up on your forearms. You had a hunch of where this conversation was heading, but you didn’t like to be one making assumptions. Jungkook turned his head to face you, “I’m into you. I always like being with you and I hope you feel the same way.”

Nothing came out of your mouth. You were stunned by his sudden confession. Your eyes remained on his face as he kept a soft smile, with not a single ounce of regret on his face.

“I… I like being with you too.” You replied shyly, shuffling back down to lie down on your back next to him, not daring to make eye contact.

Next to you, Jungkook let out a short chuckle. He decided not to push it for that night. But it was enough to know that things were going right between the two of you.

“I never shared this with anyone but, sometimes, I do feel like quitting rugby.”

You were taken aback by his sudden change in topic but didn't to roll with it

“Why?”

He took a while to respond, formulating his thoughts into sentences. “The expectations get too much sometimes, especially as one of the labelled star players.” He scoffed, as if he was laughing at the term, or himself.

“I’m sure as the Final 20 in cheer you feel that expectation as well.”

You didn’t give a verbal reply, only nodding your head as you turned your head back to face up to the sky.

Jungkook didn’t need a verbal reply, he knew you felt the same.

“It’s suffocating. But right now, I feel like I can take a deep long breath, and not worry about making a mistake or slowing down.”

Just as he said that, he took a deep inhale, letting out his breath through is mouth.

“That felt good to let out. I never wanted to share this with others because I’m afraid they’ll think that I’m taking my position and skills for granted.”

“Yea I get what you’re saying.” You assured him and he smiled, turning his head to face you. You heard the shuffling sounds and you decided to face him as well, momentarily freezing when your eyes finally met his.

“But it feels like I can talk to you about anything. It feels nice to talk to you, yn.”

You were once again lost for words, feeling your cheeks grow hot as your eyes remained locked in his gaze.

“I feel safe with you.”

—

It was the final championship match for rugby. Your cheer team was once again there, to root for your college - you and Jimin were specifically rooting for Yoongi and Jungkook.

The whole venue was excruciatingly loud and tense. Both colleges with great support backing them. The match was very close and you could tell how they seemed more tired than other games. The nerves and the physical demand was getting to them.

Your coach yelled, calling their hands to get your attention. “Come on guys, time to boost their morale”

With your pom poms in your hands, your cheer team gathered, facing your side of the bleachers, enthusiastically cheering the campus cheers and getting the crowd to join in.

It was followed by simply stunts and routines to get the atmosphere more lively and ready for the game to resume.

As the players passed by your team, you all wished them good luck.

“Good luck, Yoongi!”

“Good luck, Jungkook!” You exclaimed encouragingly, shaking both your pom poms his way as he turned around to see you. He winked at you, mouthing the words ‘thank you’ before they made their way to the field.

“You’re drooling.”

Jimin’s voice taunted you from the side, You elbowed his side, “You’re doing the same.”

“Touche.”

As the timer reaches the end, your side erupted in the loudest of cheers, you happily screaming along with the crowd. This win felt different from all the different times your cheer team supported them. Your college managed to defend their title, winning the championship for the season.

When the players returned to the benches and huddled for a group photo together, Jimin whispered, “Why don’t you go up and congratulate him?”

“Hush, Jimin, not in front of everyone.”

“Come on, don’t be shy. I know you like him.”

“We’re just close friends.”

Jimin scoffed, his index finger pointing to you and himself, “You and I are close friends. You and Jungkook however, are idiots who don’t want to admit that you guys like each other.”

“Shut it!” You sighed, lightly hitting him with your pom poms. When you turned around, Jungkook had already made his way to you. “You were cheering really hard back there.”

“Just for you.”

Just for me?” He raised his eyebrows, a smug look on his face as he stepped closer, “Yoongi’s gonna be devastated knowing that—“

“Actually my cheers were for Yoongi but I didn’t want you to feel upset or forgotten.”

Jungkook frowned and you really wished you had the guts to just kiss him right there, your eyes flickering to his pink soft lips.

“I’m kidding, don’t cry, not when you just became a champion.”

Jungkook laughed heartily before leaning towards your ear, “I’m already a champion having you on my side to cheer me on.”

—

Attention immediately shifted to your team for the upcoming nationals which was just a week after Jungkook’s finals.

You guys had constant past few runs leading up to the final day and everything felt like it would go well. The biggest obstacle was controlling your mental state during the day itself.

The night before, Jungkook had sent you a lengthy good luck message as he reminded you that he would be there.

You slept peacefully that night and woke up to read his message in the morning once again. You had your own cheerleader this time.

Everything seemed to go by quickly, the warm ups and runs backstage while waiting for your team’s turn. You had not met Jungkook or Yoongi since you were preparing backstage with your team, focused on getting into the right mental state.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when it was finally your team’s turn to perform.

The sun was scorching hot and there were many spectators. You stood in formation with your teammates as you waited for the song to play.

It felt way different than last season. Even though you were there last season to support the performing team, it truly felt different to be the one about to perform on the mat. With all eyes on you, carefully watching for any mistakes or mishaps. The heat already making you sweat when you stepped onto the stage.

But once the music played, that was all you could focus on.

Bright smiles plastered on all your faces as you went through the routine. A silent celebration in your head every time your team successfully pulled off a stunt.

Quick gazes made on the mat as you constantly changed formation. Encouraging looks and the sounds of the encouragement on the mat from your teammates to get you through the routine.

And just like that - it was your ending pose. Heavy pants surrounding you as your gaze locked on the audience. You all broke character afterwards, squealing and hugging each other for not screwing up the pyramid and the routine.

It felt good.

In fact, it felt amazing.

Jimin yelled your name, pulling you in for a tight hug, “We did it!”

“I know!”

Once all the teams had finished, the top 2 teams were announced and your college name was called out.

In front of the entire crowd, you hold intertwined your hands, head hung low and eyes shut right as you awaited for the results. The cheerleader holding the 2nd prize trophy walked back and forth between the two college teams as the announcer evilly drags on the result.

Your heartbeat was pounding loudly and you could feel it in your head, all your hands clasped together were clammy from nervous sweat.

Jungkook’s hopefully eyes stayed locked on your figure as he waited for announcements from the crowd.

The other college was called and your entre team’s knees went weak, buckling as some immediately fell to the ground.

Deafening screams erupted as you were pulled into a big group hug, you guys had just defended your title.

Your team was the reigning national champion once again.

Tears were falling as everyone congratuler each other. Your coach and assistant coach ran up to mat to join the group hug as your team proudly accepted the winning trophy.

You had made your way off the stag to reunite with the other cheer members as the public slowly started to approach you for a team photo.

With tears all over your faces, you posed for the group photos as thanked all your teammates with a big hug.

“Yn!”

You heard his voice amongst the chaos.

You felt yourself immediately searching for the familiar pair of eyes in the crowd. The moment your eyes landed on him, you rushed up towards him, his arms wide open ready to accept you.

Jungkook pulled you in for tight embrace, repeatedly saying “congrats, you did it, I know you guys would win”. Tears flowed down your face once again still not believing what had just happened.

It felt so surreal and yet being in Jungkook’s embrace felt even more surreal. It was as if you were in a dream.

“Congrats yn!” You heard Yoongi’s voice from behind Jungkook.

You pulled away to see not only Yoongi but the entire rugby team with him. They were cheering proudly, chanting your college’s name with pride. Your eyes immediately farted back to Jungkook who had kept his arms around you.

“Did you…?”

“Yes, I convinced everyone to come. They’d be missing on such a stellar performance.”

As if your grin couldn’t get any bigger, your broke into a euphoric laugh, “You’re amazing.”

“You’re calling me amazing? After what your team had just displayed back there? You must be blind—“

Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, the high influx of dopamine from winning the competition and from being in his embrace. It didn’t matter, when your lips met his, you knew that was all that mattered at that moment.

You felt Jungkook lean into the kiss, his arms pulling you closer to his body. Both of you could hear your cheer team behind you and Jungkook’s rugby team behind him, both cheering your names.

You guys laughed into the kiss when you heard Yoongi and Jimin loudly expressed their thoughts. “It’s about time.”

“I swear I thought they’ll never get to this stage.”

—

His bright and welcoming smile never failed to make your day, no matter how tired you were. You never thought that you’d love going for rugby practices and matches. It was the complete opposite scenario from the beginning of the year.

But now, it never got boring to watch your boyfriend get into his sport. You would always tell him that he looked attractive when he was serious. You enjoyed doing that because it always made him fluster and fumble over his words.

“I-I don’t… Nah… I don’t look cute when I’m serious.” He would adjust the neckline of his shirt, trying to maintain a nonchalant expression on his face.

“You’re finally done.” You made your way down the bleachers, “I’ve been thinking about dessert the past 30 minutes.”

Jungkook nodded his head, extending his arms out to pull you into a sweaty hug. He placed a light kiss on your forehead, pulling back slightly to get a better view of your face.

“Ice cream?”

Deja Vu.

You remembered the first night you hung out with Jungkook after meeting him at the after party. When you were at the bus stop ready to go home.

WIth a grin, you leaned in to kiss his soft lips lightly, “I’m down.”

Good day

Good Day!!!

House Rivals - kth (m)

pairings: grffindor!kth x slytherin!reader

synopsis: You were the Slytherin Heir; he was Gryffindor's Pride. For centuries, your two houses never got along, despising each other, pulling crude moves on the Quidditch pitch... So can you imagine what people would think if they found out you two were hooking up?

genre: smut, fluff, little bit of angst(?); e2l, fwb (tae's sort of a fuckboy)

warning(s): mature language, sexual content, heavy make-out sessions, some dry humping (maybe lol), dirty talk (honestly, Tae could've been considered a Slytherin here lol, he's filthy), squirting, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), teasing, biting, doggy, rough sex, unprotected sex (safe sex is sexy ppl!!!), cream pie, hair pulling, ass spanking, big!dicktae, swearing, fingering, begging. I think that's all, but please let me know if I missed anything!!!

word count: ~8.4k

notes: she's here!!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy this little drabble! Hopefully soon I'll put up something where you guys could get to know me... So if you're reading this... please send me questions that you'd like to know about me, I will be compiling a few of my most asked questions into a post, that way you guys could get to know me a little bit more (:.

In the meantime. Please enjoy my first hogwarts au!

“I hate that more than half of our classes are with Gryffindor.”

Park Jimin scoffed, “You act as if you’re the only one that hates them.” The two of you trudged your way back towards the dungeons from the Great Hall, where your upcoming class was about to begin.

For as long as you could remember, Slytherin’s and Gryffindor’s never got along. Ever. So, the solution to this issue, was to stick the two houses in almost every single class together. And it has been like this for years, but this year it seemed to bother you even more; it was your last year.

“Shut up, Jimin,” You hissed as you both turned the corner, the door to the hell hole in your line of vision, “you literally have friends in every single house. If you were to ask me to sort you, I would’ve stuck you with the Puffs.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “You and I both know I belong in Slytherin, just because I’m the nicer one out of the two of us, doesn’t mean I don’t belong here.”

You and Jimin have been best friends ever since 1st year. Many thought it was an odd pairing, because you were the definition of Slytherin, while Jimin was quite the opposite. He really did have the personality of a Hufflepuff, however, the Slytherin in him showed when he sneakily brought fire whiskey into the common rooms during your 5th year and almost got caught had he not lied through his teeth. You remembered how shocked the Head of House was when Jimin stated that he got the fire whiskey from the alley’s of Hogsmeade, claiming he had no idea what it was that he even started tearing up. That was the first time anyone had ever seen your Head of House shown sympathy. It was stupid, but it got you guys out of trouble. You still remember Jimin’s smirk while he wiped away his fake tears as the Head of House took the alcohol away and left without a word.

Not even a single punishment was given.

You both entered the classroom to see everyone in their seats. The reds were on the other half of the room, while the greens stayed as far away from them as possible; the division in the room can clearly be seen.

No one mingled with one another.

Min Yoongi’s bright blonde hair was tussled in the back corner of the room, his head down on one of the desks, two free seats right in front of him and another empty spot right next to him. Both you and Jimin snickered at your sleeping best friend.

Yoongi had also been with you guys since first year, he was always quiet except when he was around you and Jimin. The very first time you and Jimin met Yoongi was when he was sorted into Slytherin. He sat in front of you and Jimin, he looked intimidating with his blank stare, but it had been Jimin to break the ice. You remembered how Yoongi’s lips quirked up when Jimin complimented on how much he embodied the definition of Slytherin. You recalled giving him a hard stare while his small smirk turned into a thin line. You raised an eyebrow at him and he mirrored your actions before snapping your eyes at Jimin who pinched your leg, before carrying on a friendly conversation with him. At the time you weren’t very fond of Min Yoongi, you both hung out because of Jimin, but at the time you weren’t really friends. However, your opinion on him changed when he showed his loyalty to you.

It had been in 2nd year, where there had been a basilisk on the loose in the castle. Many of your peers had believed it was you to have let the creature roam free in the castle because of your blood status; you were part of the Sacred pureblood line. In total, there were 6 Pureblood wizarding families that has been pure for centuries: The Kim’s, Jung’s, Jeon’s, Min’s, Park’s, and Y/LN. However, your family isn’t just any pureblood family—you were the descendant of Salazar Slytherin—so with this information, it made perfect sense for everyone to blame you. You were never a weak person, so the rumors shouldn’t have bothered you as much, but they had. You kept it to yourself, not wanting to appear weak, however you hadn’t realized how much Yoongi paid attention. What you didn’t know was that Yoongi actually cared about you, much like Jimin does, but Yoongi never showed it.

But one day, the hate against you had gotten too much that you weren’t sad, but rather, you were furious. Someone had claimed they had saw you looking suspicious as you made your way to the dungeons, which sparked the gathering of students when a 6th year confronted you in the halls. Your hands had been balled up into fists, while the elder female student stared you down, throwing insults after insults. Before you could speak, Yoongi stepped in front of you with his arms crossed. You remembered how venomous his words had been towards the false accusation of the 6th year. You watched as Yoongi flicked his hand and sent the girl flying, scaring everyone in the halls. Yoongi’s, normally quiet, voice boomed causing everyone to scatter, while he threatened them that “if he hears another false accusation, he’d feed them all to the basilisk himself”.

From that day on, you, Jimin, and Yoongi had been inseparable.

“Yah!” Yoongi hissed as you ruffled his hair while taking a seat next to him, Jimin pushing his chair out and spinning it and plopping down on it before facing you two.

“Class hasn’t even started yet and you’re already asleep?” You teased Yoongi.

“All the more reason to sleep,” Yoongi smiled lazily showcasing his famous gummy smile.

The three of you laughed together before the door burst opened to reveal the Kim’s. The whole class piped down as the girls all swooned with their entrance and the boys stared with adoration, while the whole Slytherin house snarled at the doorway.

The Kim’s were composed of three men: Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung. These three have been rumored to have been descendants of Godric Gryffindor himself. Seokjin and Namjoon being brothers, while Taehyung was their first cousin. While the brothers never bothered you too much, it had been Taehyung to piss you off to no end. His arrogance and flirtatious attitude rubbed you the wrong way, it made it worst with the fact that he was the biggest womanizer in the entire school. The rumors, which he neither confirmed nor denied, about him having a different woman in his bed every night made you second guess the Sorting Hat’s decision.

Everything about him screamed Slytherin, but he showed his true colors when he had entered the Triwizard tournament and had won. Everyone loved the Golden Kim, except you. You didn’t fall to his feet in worship, instead you and he were known to have verbal fights as often as Filch gave out detentions—which was often. Most times, Yoongi and Jimin needed to pull you away before you hexed him, while Seokjin and Namjoon watched with a smirk. You had never guessed that the three Kim’s were Gryffindor’s, but whatever. While you thought of ways to hex the youngest Kim, you ignored the other instances shared between you and Taehyung that no one seems to know about. Thank goodness.

Piercing blue contacts met your own eyes, staring at you hard while he walked across the room towards the Gryffindor side. Your eyes dropped down to his lips that curved up into a smirk before he followed his Hyung’s towards their seats, but his eyes never left yours, and you seemed to not want to leave his either. He dropped his left eye in a wink before sitting down and turning away. You scoffed crossing your arms.

“You good? You’re blushing!” Yoongi poked your cheek teasing you, while Jimin doubled over in laughter.

“OH no way!” Jimin gasps in between fits of laughter, “I knew it! You totally have the hots for Kim Taehyung!”

You smacked both boys, earning a yelp of surprise from Yoongi.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“Fuck off, I don’t have a thing for a fucking Gryffindor twat.” You grunted out.

“Lie all you want; you can’t deny he’s a good-looking man.” Jimin shrugged, earning a huff of annoyance from you.

“Shut your trap Park.” You hissed.

Before either of you could utter another word, the professor walked in.

* * *

Your back was pushed roughly against the wall, while his lips hungrily attacked yours. Hands hastily roaming each other’s bodies as he bit your lip lightly, earning a whimper from you. You never in your life would’ve thought you’d be in this compromising position with Kim Taehyung.

It had been a year and a half since your first encounter like this. The idiot boy was leaning up against the Whomping Willow teasing you while you were meant to be finishing up your transfiguration project. He had been meaning to take a stroll around the castle, but when he saw your pretty self on your stomach furiously writing, he knew that he just had to anger you. It has been your game for years. He liked irritating you, it was fun for him. For you, not so much, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was entertaining to bicker with Taehyung, call it fucked up, but your rivalry was one of the few things that made you look forward to each school year. Sometimes, it can be too much that you and Taehyung would furiously spit out insults towards one another to purposely try to hurt the other. And that’s a reminder enough to why you two cannot become anything more than rivals.

Having enough of Taehyung bothering you, you wrapped up your project, and brushed passed him only to have him grip your arm and crash his lips upon yours. Too shocked to have done anything, you stood unmoving for a moment. He pressed you up against the willow harder, earning a shocked gasp to escape your lips. After what seemed like forever, you quickly kissed him back, him moaning into your mouth as he continued to press feverish kisses onto your willing lips. The kiss felt as if it was long overdue, he kissed with so much passion, as if he’s been wanting to do this for a while.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it. His hands left your arms to press against the willow tree, pulling away from you. His eyes were full of lust and desire, and you didn’t doubt for a moment your eyes held the same gaze. Too stunned to say anything, you quickly ducked under his arm and ran inside the castle.

You would never admit it to anyone, but part of you had been wanting to become more with Taehyung, maybe even try dating. But you quickly shook that idea out of your head once the rumors started up again about his playboy image. You hated the way you were drawn to him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that there was something about him that made you want him more than just a quick hookup. You wanted to hold his hand, brush his hair away from his face to be able to look into those dark brown eyes, you wanted to hold him and be close to him whenever he felt sad.

God, you sounded like a woman in love.

You hated, despised even, that he made you think – feel –these things, but there was just something about him.

But you’d never admit it to anyone.

You were drawn out of your memories when Taehyung’s lips grazed down your neck, kissing between your collarbones, sucking gently at your skin. Intaking a sharp breath, your hands weaved it’s way into his hair, confused whether or not to push him away or pull him closer. It was a constant internal battle that you often find yourself in. He groaned against your skin, while pushing his body against yours, slipping his knee in between your legs.

“Fucking hell, Taehyung, get off, I have to go.” You hissed, coming to you senses and reluctantly pushing him away.

“You weren’t complaining a moment ago.” He grunted out, adjusting his pants, while you crossed your arms.

“God, can you not drag me away in public settings?” You say harshly, “I rather not get expelled because of you.”

Taehyung scoffed, “I can’t exactly take you to my room, princess.”

And he was right, he couldn’t, and neither could you. Can you imagine what his cousins would say if they caught you in Taehyung’s bed? Can you imagine your reputation in Slytherin if anyone finds out you fooled around with a Kim?

“You’re so fucking annoying,” You hissed.

“Says you, it’s not my fault I haven’t been laid in a bit.” You rolled your eyes. You knew how Taehyung was, so why you were still hooking up with him, is beyond you. You push the lump in your throat down, continuing your glare at him.

“Cry me a river.”

“As if.”

“This needs to stop. God you’re so annoying.” You hissed beginning to walk away.

“You love it.”

You turned around, flipping him off before heading to your next class.

* * *

You had been finishing up assignments in the library all afternoon, while Jimin and Yoongi headed back to the dormitories to take a nap before Quidditch practice. The three of you have been on the team for 5 years now. Yoongi and Jimin being star Chasers, while you were the best female Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen. On Friday you had a match against Gryffindor, which shouldn’t have made you nervous… But it did, not because it was against Gryffindor, but it’s because it’s the last game of your Hogwarts career. This game means everything to the three of you and it equally meant the same for the Kim’s. The rivalry between the six of you guys in and out of the pitch is well known throughout all of Hogwarts. Gryffindor and Slytherin have always made it to the finals and ever since you have been playing, the two houses seemed to switch on and off with winning. This year made you especially nervous; Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied with both winning the quidditch finals 6 times. You remembered how you almost lost to Taehyung last year, had you not jumped off your broom to grab the Snitch before he did, your house would never be making history. You did, however, break your arm in the process, but it was well worth it. If you win this year, Slytherin gets the title of most wins in Hogwarts history along with two consecutive wins.

And you wanted to be the one to give it to them.

But you were still nervous, because your house won last year, you can almost feel as if Gryffindor is going to make sure they win.

Cracking your knuckles, you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Well, look who it is.”

Your eyes snapped open to stare up at the man that stood in front of you. His black hair in ringlets, swept across his forehead. His scarlet robe was opened to showcase his crisp white dress shirt tucked into his trousers, along with his scarlet tie loosely hanging on his neck. You ignored the little incident you had with him earlier today and stared at him.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You snapped before slamming your books shut and shoving them into your bag.

“No need to be so hostile, jagi.” Taehyung teased stepping closer to you.

“I’m not being hostile,” You retort, “I just don’t particularly like you.”

Taehyung threw his head back in a chuckle. You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t attractive.

“No need to lie, baby.” He smirked referring to your heated make-out session earlier today. “You ready for the game this Friday?” He whispered bending down to your height. Your eyes scanned around the room to find that you two were the only ones in the library, which is rare…

Where was everybody?

“If you’re asking if I’m ready to win,” You smirked leaning forward, “then yes.”

“I like the confidence, Slytherin, however, you’re not winning.” Taehyung grunted, standing tall, crossing his arms.

“Oh,” you said, tapping your chin pretending to be deep in thought, “kinda like how you said we were going to lose last year, right?” You tauntingly smiled at the Gryffindor Seeker before he pushed his body against yours, pressing you hard into the desk. His hands gripped the desk on either side of you, caging you between his hard body and the library desk.

“Watch yourself, y/n,” He growled, his eyes narrowing in on you, “don’t wanna break your arm again, do you?”

Narrowing your own eyes, you pressed against his body harder, glaring up into his blue contacts, “I’ll gladly break my arm again if it means Slytherin continues to be the superior house.”

You both didn’t move as you continued your intense staring match, both of your breathing labored with the close proximity of your faces. His eyes gazed down to your lips, and if any of you made any slight movements, your lips would connect with one another; that’s how close you were. Your nose was intoxicated with the smell of mint—probably from the gum he was chewing—but you could also smell the fresh scent of his cologne that could make any girl’s knees weak…

Including your own.

"Pretty." He teased brushing away your hair to look at the pinkish hue that decorated your neck, a smirk creeping onto his face because he knew that he had made that pretty little mark.

Pressing his lips gently against the sensitive patch of skin, you sucked in a shaky breath.

Before you knew it his lips were harshly placed on yours. Gasping, Taehyung took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth while you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

Wow, déjà vu much?

The fire that ignited in your stomach to have this man making out with you in a public place made you wetter than you already were. You tugged at his hair pulling his lips closer to yours, your tongues caressing each other as he pressed you harder against the desk. You could feel his hardness straining in his pants, while you could feel yourself soaking your underwear. Sighing when he kissed down your jaw and nipping at your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, while he grips your waist placing you on the desk, lifting your legs to wrap around him. You could feel him even better now that you were directly against him. Taehyung grinds your clothed centers together while continuing his assault on your neck, his hands gripping your waist tightly, guiding you to press harder into him. Your delicious whimpers urging him more to take you against the library desk, in public for everyone to see. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking the same thing, however, your thoughts were interrupted with Taehyung snaking his hand up to your hair and tugging it to have you meet his lustful gaze, before attaching your lips together once more. The kisses were hot and needy, not realizing how much you wanted him until now. Sure, you both have encountered heated make out sessions much like this… but this felt somewhat different?

You couldn’t explain it.

You knew you had a small thing for him, but you couldn’t. Shouldn’t. You were rivals, it was too cliché, but the desire you have to want him, and the want he seems to have for you, seems to override the stupid rivalry between you and your groups. However, you being the prideful bitch you were, you couldn’t allow this to continue to happen between you two.

What would your house think?

Coming to your senses, you pushed Taehyung away from you once again.

Taehyung stumbled back in surprise, you shrugged your bag over your shoulder, once again glaring at the devilishly handsome man, acting as if you two didn’t just engage in yet another sexual act.

“Never do that to me again, Kim Taehyung,” You hissed at him, “I mean it. This is the last time.” With that you pushed past the dumbfounded man.

Albeit unknown to you, Taehyung smiled watching your figure exit the library.

* * *

It was finally Friday. The day of the last Quidditch match of the year, and the senior’s last Quidditch match at Hogwarts. It was a big day for everyone, many exams had finished this morning and everyone was preparing for the Quidditch match of the year. The whole student body knows how important this last game meant from Slytherin and Gryffindor that tonight it was expected that everyone will change their robes to the colors of their favorite team. The adrenaline pumping through your veins were loud, that you were almost sure everyone you walked by could hear.

“Alright guys,” You began as you stared at your team for the last time, you’re not one to be emotional but you could feel your face break into a grin. Not that, that was out of the ordinary, because Slytherin’s all know how pretty you can smile, but this smile was different. It held a sense of pride and adoration. You love your team with everything in you, they had been your family for 5 years, of course you’d hold sentimental emotions towards them. You practically watched them grow into amazing Quidditch players over the years that you had hoped you’ve done your own seniors well, since you had been appointed Captain.

“God, I can’t believe it,” Jimin said while looking at the team beside you, “It’s been incredible guys, you have worked so hard for us, bringing us so many wins these last few years, allowing us to carry out amazing plays, tricks, just everything.” Jimin smiled brightly at them as a few of your teammates had glossy eyes, “One last time, guys. We can do this, we did it last year, we can do it again. Captain?” Jimin gestured to you as the team hoots and hollers your name and the co-captain’s, Yoongi being the loudest of the bunch. You closed your eyes chuckling.

“I’m so proud of you guys,” You smiled at them, “I really am. The teamwork that we have done for as long as I have been here, has been tremendous. You all have worked so hard for us, gaining us so much confidence and wins, it really is remarkable.” You watched as Jimin patted your back and Yoongi grinned at you.

“So, let’s do this Slytherin,” You shouted, “one last time!” and with that you all rode your brooms out of the locker rooms and onto the pitch.

You rode high into the sky with your team following you to see the stands littered with red and green all across. You didn’t want to fluke it, but you could’ve sworn there was more green than red, and your hunger to win increased. As you were soaring through the sky you halt in front of Gryffindor’s captain.

Kim Taehyung smirked at you and winked, “You ready, jagi?”

Throwing a smirk of your own to him, you nodded, “Of course.” The two of you raced towards the ground to begin the match. Your team hovered above you as did Gryffindor’s, the determination on everyone’s face excites you more as you stepped out in front of Kim Taehyung, once again.

“Captains,” The referee gestures to the two of you, outstretching your hand, you both shook it before mounting your brooms and taking the Seeker positions above your teams.

Jimin and Namjoon fly down to prepare the toss, and once the whistle blew, Jimin skyrocketed towards the quaffle, taking it into Slytherin’s possession. Grinning from ear to ear, Jimin tosses it to Yoongi who bolts past Gryffindor’s Beaters and speeds through the pitch. He passes it to the team’s other Chaser, Roe, who speeds past more of the Gryffindor Chasers and aims for the goals.

“10 points to Slytherin by Roe! Not even a minute into the game and Slytherin has scored!” The announcer announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fastest goal that has ever been recorded!”

Hollering out in pride, you glanced over at Taehyung who was already glaring at you. You smirked waving at him and winked.

“Did you hear that, Taehyung? Fastest goal to ever be recorded!” You smugly state.

“Don’t get cocky, Y/n.” Taehyung grunts, watching as within the time of your gloating, Slytherin was already at 100 points, while Gryffindor had 30. He was frustrated and you knew it. The joy that you get seeing his handsome man frustrated, heats up your body like no other.

“But shouldn’t I?” You teased while sitting on your broom, clapping again when you watched Jimin score another goal.

“Another goal by Park Jimin! Wow, Slytherin is on fire tonight, 80-point lead over Gryffindor!”

“Shut up.” Taehyung snarls, keeping his eyes open for the Golden Snitch.

“Kim Namjoon has the quaffle. OH, and intercepted by Min Yoongi! He’s going for the goal! Oh, and a trick shot! Another goal for Park Jimin! Outstanding teamwork!”

You flew closer to Taehyung innocently looking at him with a grin.

“Why don’t you make me, Tae?” You grazed your hand across his arm, inching closer to where his obvious bulge was. You smirked biting your lip when you heard him intake a sharp breath. Distracting him more, you see a wisp of gold fly by his head. Taking your hands off of his skin, you bolted for the snitch, laughing to yourself when you hear Taehyung curse.

“Y/LN has made a move! She’s found the snitch, Kim Taehyung a few spaces behind! Who’s going to catch it?”

The rush of adrenaline you had while seducing Taehyung heightened when you were arms reach of the snitch. You had never wanted anything so badly. The time you had been looking around for the snitch, had you finally come to terms with your infatuation with the Golden Kim.

Taehyung wasn’t ugly, anyone with eyes knew that. The reasoning behind your denial?

Slytherin pride.

You couldn’t have anyone knowing your infatuation with the womanizer of the school. Were you jealous of all the women he’s been with? Of course not, you equally were able to bed many other men, maybe not as many have made it into your bed, but you were no prude.

Okay… Maybe the women in his bed bothered you a little bit… They were able to be in his bed, whereas you were only ever a quick hookup in a bathroom or in a deserted hallway. Ever since the library incident you couldn’t help but think about his lips on yours again, there was nothing more you wanted other than him. You hated that it’s taken you this long to finally admit it to yourself, but were you going to have the guts to tell him?

You reached further to grab onto the snitch, allowing your hand to grasp the little orb, you felt yourself slipping from your broom.

Not again, you groaned as you started falling again. Just like last year, you felt yourself pummeling through the air as you were about to reach the ground, preparing the spell to stop yourself from meeting your death, you clenched your eyes shut to feel the impact. However, it didn’t come. You felt arms around you instead, and everything was silent. You refused to open your eyes to meet the eyes of your savior, but when you smelled the familiar mint scent, that you have very much been acquainted with for some time, your eyes snapped open.

You were met with worried eyes of none other than Kim Taehyung. He held you close staring at you as you both were huddled on his broom, just inches away from the ground. Your mouth dropped in pure shock, that he came to your rescue. Never had you thought that he’d be the one to swoop down to get you, after all, he did let you fall the year before… So, why would he save you now?

“She’s done it again, ladies and gentlemen! Y/n Y/ln had caught the snitch! And of course, a round of applause for Gryffindor’s Seeker, Kim Taehyung for saving her!”

Taehyung looked away from you and landed down on the ground. Taehyung had set you down and gave you a nod before turning away to head towards his own team. Your team ran towards you lifting you up into the air while you watched him with longing as his team smiled and patted him on the back, his cousins look towards you before nodding a congratulations.

“What the hell was that?” Jimin and Yoongi smirked at you. You shrugged.

“Saved me? I guess.” You whispered. You watched as the Gryffindor team walked towards you guys, Taehyung leading them.

“Congratulations.” He said putting out a hand. Reaching his with yours, you firmly shook it.

“Hey, listen,” You said staring up at him, “it’s our last year… why don’t you guys come to the common room to party? Take it as a thank you… for saving my life.” You watched as the Gryffindors stilled with your proposal, all in shock that the Slytherin Heir was actually inviting the Gryffindors, let alone the Gryffindor Heirs. Taehyung looked back at his cousins who nodded with a grin.

“Sure, we’ll be there.” He smiled, to which you finally reciprocated.

* * *

The Slytherin common room was packed with every house. Ravenclaws were huddled in a corner drinking and playing party games with some Puffs, while the other half of the Puffs were dancing, while the Slytherins were lounging in the back playing cups against some Gryffindors. Namjoon and Jin were currently drinking with Jimin and Yoongi on the stairs. You, however, were not drinking tonight.

Well, not heavily.

Someone needed to watch over everyone, so you and Roe took the liberty in ensuring everyone gets to their dorms alright, or to make sure that everyone here stays the night safely. With so many people around, it was remarkable you noticed that the one person you wanted to see wasn’t here.

Taehyung.

Namjoon and Jin had said that he wanted to finish up some things before making his way here, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that he hadn’t come with his cousins. You had shrugged it off and continued to stay at the front of the porthole to greet those that entered. You looked around the room taking in the common room. It was really nice to see all the houses getting along, even for this one night. You had wished that your time at Hogwarts was more in harmony like this, but then that wouldn’t have been as exciting. Maybe you wished that you and Taehyung had actually began something more than just mindless hookups. Those thoughts were back and you scrunched your nose.

Don’t be ridiculous… You’re just a hookup to him. Nothing more. And vice versa. Where is your pride, Slytherin?

Maybe you were delusional, but the more you thought about it, the more you had realized how much you actually like him. Like actually like him. You really liked him, that maybe it wasn’t just a crush anymore. All the intimate moments you’ve both shared, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You never wanted to say it aloud, but the thought of him with someone else hurts you. You didn’t like thinking about him being with someone else when he was touching you, kissing you. But those thoughts often creeped into your mind the minute you both put on your clothes and walked your separate ways. You frowned at the thought that the possible reason he wasn’t here was because he was with someone else. Maybe he hadn’t felt the sparks you had. You bit your lip bringing your cup to your lips taking a sip. You were shaken out of your thoughts when someone coughed behind you.

“Am I late?” You spun around to see Taehyung in a black sweater with black jeans. His curly hair was pushed up with a green headband and a kind smile on his face. Annoyed at the boxy smile that normally made your heart flutter, you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah.” You snapped, making your way towards the spiked punch and putting more into your cup. You could feel Taehyung behind you without even taking a glance, his hands resting on your waist resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Jagi,” He whispered, his breath tickling your neck. You unwrapped his arm around your waist, shrugging him off.

“Don’t be, I don’t care.” You pushed yourself out of his arms and made your way back to the door. Greeting people as you walked by, you sat on your chair.

Now it was Taehyung's turn to give you a confused stare. Had he done something wrong? He did just save your life...

Taehyung is leaning against the wall in front of you staring at you. But you avoid his gaze, looking anywhere but at him. You were nervous under his stare, afraid that he could see right through your façade, afraid that he could tell how much you wanted him, liked him even. It wasn’t until he walked towards you did your eyes revert to the floor suddenly finding it interesting.

“Is there a reason you’re not looking at me?” You could hear the smirk evident in his voice and you shook your head.

“Nope.”

“Is there a reason you’re not hitting me with your normal sarcastic responses?”

“Nope.”

You felt his fingers graze your jaw gently, tilting your chin to look up at him. His eyes held a devious glint with raised eyebrows, as if he knows what you’re feeling. Poking his tongue to his cheek, he clicks his tongue, gently reaching for you hands, and apparating into a scarlet room. You peered around the unknown destination to notice 3 beds that looked much like Jimin and Yoongi’s room but decorated with Gryffindor colors.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so quiet tonight?” Taehyung gently lead you towards his bed, pulling you between his legs, looking up at you. You could feel yourself becoming nervous again. He was being gentle with you, which is out of character for him. He was always such a flirt and a tease, and the relationship between the two of you is anything but sweet. You weren’t sure what to think.

Did he like you too?

Why is being so nice?

You remained quiet looking away from him to stare at the wall. Taehyung let out a sigh, before placing his hands by his side, leaning back to continue staring up at you. Your confession towards him was slowly eating you alive, you wanted to tell him how you felt, the worst that can happen is you never see him again. Which wouldn’t be awful, it’s not like you both were really going to see each other after graduation anyways. What have you got to lose? You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage, but what Taehyung says first, takes your breath away.

“You know…” He whispered, leaning into you again, placing his hands around your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap, “I’ve been thinking lately...” You stare at him waiting for him to continue.

“When we first kissed, I really didn’t think we’d continue to do these hookups.”

“Trust me, I didn’t either.” You whispered, while staring at him.

“I know we established it was just hookups,” He said, now rubbing his fingers gently on your hips, “but, I don’t think I can just keep doing hookups.”

Your breathing hitched; I knew he was too good to be true, you scold yourself. Abruptly getting up, you pushed him away. At your sudden outburst Taehyung desperately tries to grab your hands, but you whipped around to face him with glossy eyes.

“Don’t touch me!” Taehyung looks taken aback; eyes blown out wide.

“What? Wait, y/n—” You cut him off by pushing him again.

“Stop it! I knew I shouldn’t have even left with you. God I’m so stupid!” You grip your hair spinning around to leave his room, only to find that the door that leads you to your freedom was locked. Annoyed you hissed out a spell to unlock the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Unlock the damn door, Taehyung!” You screamed wiping underneath your eyes from the tears that were leaking.

“No, wait! Let me talk to you! You didn’t even let me finish!” He sounded desperate, trying to take your hands into his own, only to be rejected again.

“Why? So, you can humiliate me some more?” You spat. Taehyung shook his head.

“If you would just let me—”

“How can I be so dumb to even think for a minute that I wasn’t just a fuck toy to you!”

“Y/n! You’re not! If you would just—”

“God, I knew I shouldn’t have even left with you!”

“Y/n! Jagi—”

“No! Don’t fucking call me that! What gives you the right to even—”

“Please, can you please just—”

“You have no right to tell me—"

“I love you!” He exclaimed out of breath.

You stilled.

What?

Taehyung was staring intensely at the back of your head, out of breath. This was not how he wanted to tell you how he felt about you. He didn’t know exactly when he felt this way, only had he just come to terms with it when he told his cousins how you were constantly on his mind. He remembers when he first met you, when you first kissed, when you both first had sex. He remembered all of it. He tried to get you off his mind by bringing girls and trying to hook up with them, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he didn’t want anyone else but you. The furthest he’s been with someone ever since he started hooking up with you was just a kiss. He couldn’t bring himself to be with anyone else the way he was with you. All the rumors were true to an extent, however the rumors claiming that he’s slept with all those women, weren’t true at all.

But how were you supposed to know that? Taehyung was kicking himself now for letting you doubt him. He wouldn’t even touch women the way he touched you. He couldn’t.

It had been Namjoon that convinced him that maybe these hookups with you started to mess with his head because he had developed a deeper liking towards you. You weren’t like the other girls worshiping him. Yeah, sure he was able to fuck you, but you weren’t easy to bed. It did take him until last year before you even remotely opened your legs for him. He hated the way you made him feel. He was always so confused; he was meant to hate you. You were rivals for so long, but the idea of hooking up with his rival turned him on so much. It was a sneaky thing, a secret kept between the two of you, he liked that. But then feelings started to get involved, yet he didn’t realize yours were in play as well.

“You what?” You slowly turned around to face him. He bit his lip staring at the ground.

“You heard me.” He whispers, finally looked up at you and you both stared at each other.

“I can’t do these hookups anymore because I love you,” He chuckled to himself, “who would’ve thought, huh? That I’d be the one to fall in love.” He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“God, Y/n.” He whispered pacing around his room, “I want to take you out, go on those stupid but cute dates with you, wanna wake up to you every morning, travel with you and not be scared about people recognizing us as the descendants of the most powerful rivalry in history being together! I just want to be with you, to hug you, to kiss you, whenever I want. Because I love you. I don’t give a shit if everyone around us hate the idea of one of the Gryffindor Heirs being with Salazar’s Heir. I don’t care that our families will probably hate the fact that I’m so in love with you, I don’t even care what our friends would think about us.” Taehyung paused to stare at you with nothing short of adoration and love in his eyes, “I just want you.”

You didn’t know what to say. This was literally everything you wanted. You didn’t want to be a meaningless hookup, you wanted more. You wanted Taehyung as much as he clearly stated he wanted you.

Wants you. Your heart was pounding against your chest with excitement. You looked down with a grin, making your way to Taehyung. You grasped his hand in yours that caused him to stop pacing. He looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows as you gently smiled at him.

“I…” You blew out air closing your eyes before peering into his own, “I love you, Tae. I’m sorry, I just—” Before you could finish your sentence, Taehyung dove down to kiss your lips, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hand gripped your ass as he placed you on what you assume is his bed. He peppered kisses down your jaw and your neck, heading south towards where you need him the most. He discarded your shirt, throwing it down onto his floor before popping the buttons of your jeans open, pushing them hurriedly down your legs. He kissed your thighs before sitting up and removing his shirt.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him, his toned stomach never fails to surprise you.

Taehyung continued to kiss up your legs towards your heat, nipping on your sensitive skin here and there, before hooking his thumb on your panties, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothing. You gasped as the cool air of the room kissed your wet heat, Taehyung pulling your legs further apart. You heard him moan at the sight of you, placing a kiss to your clit.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He whispered licking a bold stripe up your pussy and kissing your clit again. You bit your lip, rolling your hips up to meet his waiting lips. You heard him chuckle, and before you knew it, he was pushing his tongue inside you. You whimpered rolling your hips into his face, his tongue working inside you as his nose bumps against your clit beautifully. Taehyung grips your legs, pushing apart them wider, allowing his tongue to lick you deeper. Your hands finds its way to his hair, pushing him closer to you. You were in complete euphoria, Taehyung knew what you liked and what you didn’t, but he can never fail to make you cum on his tongue.

“Fuck.” You whispered feeling Tae smirk against you. You suddenly feel two fingers circling your hole in a teasing manner.

“Please, Tae—” You whined. Taehyung smirked continuing his tease.

“Hm? You want me to finger you, princess?” You mewled, of course you wanted it. Maybe you even wanted more.

“Yes, please!” You groaned, arching your back up to feel more of him. You were going insane, wanting his tongue all over you, all in you.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Tae said pulling his fingers away, making you cry out in annoyance, “You can beg better than that, jagi.” You pouted rolling your hips harder,

“Please—” You gasped, “God, please Tae. I wanna be stretched.” Taehyung groaned at your dirty words, still teasing your dripping hole. Choking out a sob you rolled your hips harder, wanting to gain more friction between his hot fingers and your needy hole; before you know it, Taehyung was pushing his fingers inside you. You let out a whine. It was music to his ears, he loved it when you moaned for him, moaning because of him.

“Love it when you moan for me baby,” He grunted out, fingers moving faster in you, “wanna make you cum on me.”

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening as you approached your high, the sounds of your wetness filling the room, your hands gripping the sheets as he fingered you faster, his tongue playing with your clit. Your moans and his groans were bouncing off of the walls, that you were sure that if people walked by his room, they’d know exactly what you two were up to. With the last final thrusts of his long fingers, you came all over him. Juices gushing out of you, painting his lips with your release. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers continued to pump you through your high.

“That was so hot,” Taehyung said while licking you clean, “you squirted jagi.” Your breathing was labored as you slowly begin to fall from your high. You watched as Tae removed his pants, taking his underwear off too. His cock stands proudly against his toned stomach, his long fingers, that were just in you, wraps around himself, tugging it as he sat on the bed.

You watched in awe at the gorgeous man.

"Wait." You paused peering up at him with half lidded eyes. Taehyung stares at you with concern.

"What's wrong, Jagi?"

Biting your lip you sink down to your knees for him. His eyes widening, about to reject your offer, "Please?" You whisper taking his hard length into your hand, "let me touch you, Tae..."

How could he say no to that when you were looking at him with those eyes?

Taking his silence as a green light, you pumped his cock a few times, hearing him groan at the sinful act. You brought your head closer to his bulbous tip, kitten licking the pretty pink tip.

"Shit." Grinning to yourself, you continued to tease him with gentle sucks and licks to his cock. Licking down his long length, and licking back up, all while staring at Taehyung's scrunched up face. Opening your mouth more, you took him all the way into your mouth, sinking down his thick length, before pausing to adjust your breathing, nose pressed against his abdomen.

"Fuck, baby." The Greek god of a man throws his head back as he thrusted into your mouth, out of reflex. Gagging slightly you pulled away, to calm your breathing.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, baby--" You ignored his apologies, before going back down on him, and bobbing your head as you took his cock as deep as you can. "Godric fuck."

Loving the way he moans, you continued your ministration on his delicious cock. You watched with teary eyes as Taehyung closed his eyes in absolute pleasure, gripping the sheets of his bed.

Being bold, your hands snaked its way towards his, and took it gently in your own, and put his pretty hand on your head.

Taehyung snapping out of his pleasurable moment, looks down at you, looking so pretty sucking him off, with large eyes when he realized what you wanted him to do. Staring at you again, to confirm your request. You dropping your left eye in a wink, and that was all it took for him to thrust harshly against your waiting mouth.

Grunting out in absolute pleasure, Taehyung takes in a shaky breath feeling the back of your throat.

"Oh baby," He groans, gripping your hair and shoving you down his length, "Fu-fuck baby take me." and you did.

The sounds of Taehyung's pants and moans, along with your lewd sounds as you suck his cock so well filled his dorm room.

"Baby, please-" Taehyung chokes out, "stop--fuck, if you don't I'm gonna cum." Ignoring his plea, you continued to suck harder, pulling off and venturing down towards his balls and sucking them into your mouth. Taehyung groans, rutting his hips against you.

"Fuck, Jagi--baby-" Taehyung moans, you quickly take him all the way down your throat, his hips grinding against your face and cumming down your throat with a loud sigh.

Swallowing everything, you stand up on shaky legs to stare at his dazed face.

Taehyung had his lips between his teeth coming close to you and pressing a sweet--arguably loving, kiss. He smiled gratefully at you, before gently pushing you down onto his bed.

He flipped you over patting your ass. Your face pressed into the sheets, while Tae guided your hips up, your ass on full display for him.

“Look at how pretty you are,” He cooed, slapping your ass, “all wet and ready for me.” You felt him guide his thick cock towards your wet slit before pushing the head in. You let out a sigh, needing more.

“You gonna scream for me tonight, Jagi?” He taunted, pushing in slowly, “You gonna cum around my cock? Let me cum in you?” You whimpered, you loved it when he spoke to you this way. His voice deeper than normal, it was hot.

“Tell me baby,” He was thrusting into you now, pausing for a moment to let you adjust to his size, “you like the way I fuck you? You like the way my cock stretches you out?” By now, he was thrusting harder into you, slamming his hips against you, claiming you. You loved the way his girth stretched you out. Loving the way, he fits so perfectly inside you. You clenched around him, knowing that that’ll drive him crazy. The action causes Tae to go faster, reaching forward he wraps your hair around his hand, pulling your head back to arch your back.

“Fuck, jagi, such a good girl for me.” He seethed, thrusting harder into you, your pussy clenching onto his cock as he slips in and out of you. His free hand strikes your ass, causing you to moan out for him. You start to shake from the pleasure coursing through your body, you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. The teasing you both have endured for weeks leading up to the best fuck of your life, you weren’t sure if you could stop yourself from cumming.

“Shit, y/n, I’m not going to last.” He pumped his cock deeper in you, letting your hair go, he bends forward kissing your shoulder, “Baby, you need to tell me.” He grunted out, slowing his pace slightly, trying his best not to cum.

“Where do you want me, jagiya?” He was so close, so fucking close that if you don’t tell him within this minute, he was going to paint your walls with his cum.

“Inside me, cum inside me Tae, please.” You whimpered fucking yourself against his cock harder. Taehyung curses before slamming into you at such speed, that you can’t help but scream.

“Oh, my fuck, baby.” Taehyung groans with strangled breaths against your skin, as you scream against the sheets, cumming hard around his thick cock. Your cum dripping down his hard shaft while Taehyung continues to fuck you harder. With the final thrusts, Tae shoots his load inside you, biting his lip and groaning as you milk his cock, allowing him to ride through his high.

Breathing hard, the both of you sigh as you snuggle into the bed more. Taehyung pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you. You felt the bed dip slightly, feeling his fingers pushing his seed back into you, causing you to whimper. He peeled back the covers slipping in beside you and threw the blanket over top of you two. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead as you laid out of breath. The steady beating of your hearts pressed against each other comforted you. Still in awe that you both just confessed your feelings for one another, neither of you spoke; you were on cloud nine and just being in Taehyung’s arms, that was enough to bring a lazy smile to your face causing Taehyung to peer down at you with adoration.

“I love you.” He whispered against your ears, cuddling you closer to him. You opened one eye and peaked up at him.

“More than your other fuck toys?” You whispered. He shook his head.

“There was never anyone else but you, baby.”

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All I Want - Part One

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Angst, War!AU (Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death)

Rating: M

Word Count: 12,145

Summary: 

You were seven years old when you first met Kim Taehyung. You were sixteen years old when you first realized that you were in love with him. At eighteen years old, a brutal war starts. At nineteen years old, Taehyung leaves to fight in the war and you stay at home.

You’ve been in love with him your whole life. Now you were left alone to deal with the remains of a love that had been separated from you and a war that does not seem like it will end soon.

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All I Want - Part Six [FINAL]

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Angst, War!AU, Smut (Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death)

Rating: M

Word Count: 15,729

Summary: 

Taehyung is hurt, Jungkook is hurt and it’s all because of you. You’re forced to face all of your mistakes and there’s nowhere left for you to hide.

*Check the end for the author’s note~

Part One | Part Two | Part 2.5 | Part Three | Part Four | Part 4.5 | Part Five | Part Six |

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Prince of Nothing I

~ Part One of Five ~

Release Date: March 19th, 2020 @ 9 p.m.

Word Count: 6,608

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything except for you…

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything: heaven, hell, and everything in between. His family was an enigma who came to power under mysterious circumstances and had managed to retain hold over the kingdom for centuries - even if no one knew how. There was one thing that Jungkook wanted though, something that could never be his: you. A nobody. A girl with no title. No land. Just money and a pure soul to your name. Jeon Jungkook would’ve never spared a look your way, had that incident not occurred. Now you find yourself the target of his affection and the most hated woman in all the land. Which will kill you first?

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Play Date Trilogy

➵ Pairing: Yandere! Jungkook x reader

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➵ Authors note: hello! i got carried away writing ‘tag you’re it’ ’s sequel and decided to spit them into two parts instead to make a trilogy! obviously, I do NOT condone the behaviour exhibited in these fics, they are not for the fainthearted lmao, pls do not send anon hate if u don’t like it 💕

Tag, You’re It

➵ Jungkook loves to play games with you… Hide and Seek, I spy, Playing Pretend… but his favourite game of all is Tag, and it’s only a matter of time before he catches you…

Running through the parking lot, he chased you and he wouldn’t stop, tag, you’re it, tag, you’re it, grabbed your hand, pushed you down, took the words right out your mouth, tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it

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➵ Once Jungkook’s had his fun catching you, he loves nothing more than to play with you, his favourite doll. Jungkook loves to keep you pampered and happy, trapped in his little dollhouse, safe from all of those who would want to take you. As you learn for yourself, Jungkook doesn’t share toys well…

Round and round like a horse on a carousel you go, will you catch up to love? you could never tell. He’s chasing after you like a fairytale, but you feel like you’re glued on tight to the carousel.

Milk and Cookies

➵ Jungkook’s sickly sweet ‘love’ tastes rancid on your tongue, as rancid as the lies you have to tell him to satisfy his immature moods. Perhaps, it’s time for another game of tag, but this time, you’re determined to avoid his capture…

Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk. He’s fucking crazy, needs his prescription filled. Do you like the cookies? They’re made just for you. A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too.

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

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Burn. II (Miniseries)

Summary: You and Aleksander have been together for centuries. It has always you and him against the world. Until he stumbled across Alina, the Saint. His Sun Summoner. The drift between the two of you was prominent, you knew that being an Inferni (albeit a powerful one) was no comparison next to her. Inspo from Burn from Hamilton.

Warnings: Angst =D

Wordcount: 1046

A/N: So uhh, I'm pretty sure the quality of my writing deteriorated. But that's fine! I was super scared to post this, I didn't expect so many people to like the first chapter so I wasn't sure if this would live up to all of your expectations. It's a bit shorter than the first pfft. Either way, thank you for all your appreciation! If there is anything you guys want, please tell me! I would love some feedback and ways to improve my writing. Enjoy <3

Translations: > Lapushka - darling, honey, sweetie > Koja - handsome

The world was shattering down around you. Why was this all happening? Alina was tearing down every wall you built up, all your progress, all your efforts. You had strived so hard, generation after generation to help Aleksander.

No. Serve him.

It takes two. Alina wasn't all to blame for this imbroglio, she was after all just a naïve girl who happened to end up as the Sun Summoner. Aleksander led her on, allowed her to get that close with him. He wasn't ignorant, he had planned this. He wanted to get her to fall for him. And you were just a bystander, unmoving. A fork in his path that he had to eventually get rid of.

Did he ever care for you? Or were you only there because you were of use?

You had completely blacked out, you were walking, yes. Yet the thoughts that clouded your mind hindered you to process where exactly your legs were taking you. When you snapped back to reality you were by Baghra's hut, you hadn't talked to her in a while. From all your memories, Baghra was a strict but good soul. And though Aleksander advised otherwise, you still continued to stay in contact with her.

"Good evening, Baghra." You entered the hut, the heat enveloping you as you did so. She 'tsk'ed in reply, refusing to turn to you. Scoffing, you continued "It's rude to not give me a reply back, you know." She snapped around, the malice clear on her lightly wrinkled face. Her hair was slowly greying, but its original colour still peaked through. "Yes, because being polite is exactly what we should be discussing right now." The scowl on her lips was gradually becoming more prominent. There was nothing you could say. Deep in your gut, you felt a flicker of agreement. But your resolve was strong and your love for Aleks, stronger. "You do realise he plans to expand the fold? To use it as a weapon?" she proceeded, inching closer to you. "And the Sun Summoner, he is going to rip the innocence out of that girl and shred it to pieces for his own gain."

"For the Grisha people!" Pointing a finger at her, you barked.

"Is that what he has you believing? Do you truly think that all of this is for the Grisha? Or his greed and hunger for power." Her voice remained stern, voicing her last sentence as a statement - rather than a question.

With some hesitation, you knocked. Forcing out a muted call for her name through the tears. The door opened, revealing a tired, ageing woman. She saw your heartache and the puffed, milky eyes you inhabited. "Silly girl." Muttering she pulled you into an embrace. You were shocked at the affection but ultimately melted into her touch. She was inwardly devastated, she saw you as a daughter through your love for Aleksander and the continuous friendship you kept with her. The two of you stayed in one another's embrace for what seemed like years before she began to talk. "I'm sorry. But he really did love you." You cringed.

Did.

Sniffling you let go, "So what's your plan?". Baghra was startled from the shift in emotions but knew now was the time to act. The denial stage was short-lived. Anger swirled in every bone in your body. Sighing, she retorted "He plans on getting the stag. When the time is right, we will lead Alina away. He cannot get his hands on Alina and the stag." You nodded and gathered your composure. Before exiting the hut, you gave her another hug and whispered "I'm sorry that I doubted you. I was blind."

-

Shutting the door to your suite, you rested your head on the wood and exhaled. "Why are you back in here? Was our suite not to your liking?" a shiver ran down your spine. Plastering on a fake smile, you turned and ridiculed "Yeah, the whole dark and mysterious atmosphere isn't my thing." You shrugged and headed to your vanity to remove your jewels.

Fear arose when you felt his hands wrap around your waist. He lingered in that position for a while before raising his voice. "Are you saying I'm not your type?" he let go and gestured to his black kefta, grinning stupidly. All you could do was watch his reflection through the mirror. Love for him festered within you, but you brushed it off. You spent too long using the fact he was capable of loving to excuse his behaviour. Let him go. "Is there something wrong, lapushka?" Knowing that you had to suck it up and keep your wrath in check, you replied "Now why would there be anything wrong, koja?". A slight smirk hid your antipathy. Aleksander smiled, causing a small pang in your heart. Even after everything, he still had such an effect on you. His charms still sparked fondness within you.

He swayed forward, cupping your cheeks, his cold, silver ring contrasting the heat of his hands. A knock intruded the moment, something the majority of yourself was thankful for. "It's probably Ivan, you are needed, darkling." Murmuring in the silence, you teased him. A sigh escaped his lips, yet before he was hurled back into his responsibilities, he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. Something emerged inside of you, a melancholic, bittersweet feeling. You weren't going to be the one who received his love, not anymore.

-

Throughout the weeks, you had kept your distance from Aleksander. From everyone. Claiming you were preparing for the Winter Fete in solitude and prayer. But in truth, you were tearing apart from the inside. You were battling with yourself on whether you still wanted to help Baghra or stay by Aleksander. You were sick of his warped idea of freedom but broken over leaving him. The two of you stuck with each other for 400 years. Were you going to risk his love or the world?

Before you knew it, it was the day of the Winter Fete. A knock on your door of your tailor pulled you from your reflection. There was no doubt you had to attend for at least a few minutes. Without knowing it, at that moment, you had made your decision.

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honestly i think we should just start reacting to people without masks like they reacted to socks in monsters inc