Warnings : explicit content , explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse, mentions of mental health.
Synopsis : the feeling of nostalgia occurs when you’re back in busan. even though you think he forgot, he truly did not.
Note : this book contains personal issues so if you’re uncomfortable reading disorders like depression, bed rotting and more terms then please scroll.
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s - smut, a - angst, f - fluff
J E O N J U N G K O O K
↪ saudade: BestfriendsAU, UniversityAU. (s, a, f)
— the feeling of nostalgia occurs when you’re back in busan. even though you think he forgot, he truly did not.
Warnings : explicit content , explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse, mentions of mental health.
Synopsis : the feeling of nostalgia occurs when you’re back in busan. even though you think he forgot, he truly did not.
wc : 1.7k+
Note : this book contains personal issues so if you’re uncomfortable reading disorders like depression, bed rotting and more terms then please scroll.
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The drive was hectic. By the time you reach your home, it’s snowing. The bridge is pretty far away from your university dorm. Sniffing your running nose, you type in the code with a buzz noise for every number you tapped. Anyone and their moms would know someone is coming in the house.
But in this case, the door did no justice. Whines and banter between Jungkook and Jieun could be heard loud and clear. Made you smile. It’s been a while since you were around this much noise. Not bad one, good one actually. The one you missed for the past weeks.
Putting the bag on the side with your coat roughly on it, you struggle with your shoes for a few seconds before putting them aside. Not neat, but out of the way. The dorm was bad at the moment, some spots untouched and spotless while others had too much going on. Kitchen had nothing but take out bags and the living room had plushies, makeup ‘round and even laundry yet to be folded. Out of all the mess on the sofa, Jungkook and Jieun sat on the carpet.
His one hand held medicine and other, Jieun’s face trying to feed her. He’s scolding her, obviously for getting sickly drunk. You step closer, bend down a bit and Jungkook is the first one to notice your presence.
He tilts his head and a relief left his mouth, “Thank god.” He let Jieun’s face go knowing your way of feeding her medicine is better than his way. “Took you so long. Jieun’s been shitty and whiny the whole night.” He murmurs already getting up to greet you with a hug. Medicine still in his fist.
You pat his back, straightening up before pulling back to check on Jieun. Poking your head out to see Jieun’s flushed red face. No thought behind those eyes. “You okay, Jieun? Still with me?” You tease hoping that won’t annoy her.
Jungkook hums, “She was already tipsy pre-event but oh at the club,” he exaggrates pulling back and standing behind you as if Jieun won’t see him other wise. “She drank whole tequila and vodka. Can you imagine of how many times did she zone the fuck out and call Ryun?”
Jieun looks at him, dead eyes and before you know it she’s basically jumping on him, yelling at him. Oh you know you will be getting a notice tomorrow. It would be funny to watch but with you in between, you can barely hang on to her forearm to stop her. Jungkook is crackling on the other. It is fun to rile her up especially in this situation.
“Give me back my god damn phone, bastard with no life.” Her voice had a screech in it, “I swear to fucking god, this man has no sex life and wants to come in between others sex life.”
Oh that made you laugh, she not wrong though. “Jungkook is not a big fan of this shit,” you laugh, because she’s not wrong. “Man hasn’t touched a woman in so long he probably forgot the tutorial.”
Jungkook gasps like you slapped him with the Bible, hand on his chest. “Excuse you, I have a very active—”
“Liar,” Jieun screeches while trying to launch herself at him again.
“Okay, time out,” you sigh, half-dragging her back by the forearm as Jungkook hides behind you like a child. “I’m not paying noise complaints for this.” You finally whine and that was a cue for Jungkook to apologize and help you out with putting her in bed.
For the next hour, you made sure she was comfortable and settled in without any headaches. Jungkook made her bed, cleared up her room a bit while you changed her clothes in the washroom, brushed her teeth through her cries about Ryun. Mostly about his dick. Did her skincare and Jungkook took her from here while you took a quick shower, changed into pajama shorts and found Jungkook cleaning up the living room.
“Is she asleep?” you walk down the small hallway helping him out abit with the laundry. He loved cleaning up so this apartment must be icking the hell out of him to do this shit this late, after a club night out.
“Looked pretty asleep to me,” He murmurs, “This place is hell.”
You chuckle, “I’m hell.”
“Can see that.” He elbows your ribs, you hit his forearm. “Ouch, that hurt like hell.” He groaned knowing, you roll your eyes at him. Keeping your eye on the shirt in your hand.
You fold it before turning to look at him, “You staying or leaving?”
“Can’t stay, got class in the morning.” He grunts, putting the last piece on the pile of folded laundry. You thank him. He brushes it off. Now walking him out to the entrance door, you feel bad about the bullshit he went through tonight, but he was the one who signed up for it. Even though he’d whine about it later as a joke, you’re aware he’d do it again if it’s needed.
“I feel bad, you should’ve left early. Walk to your dorm is so far.” You get a glance at the clock, 3 A.M. before looking at him again with that soft, apologetic look.
“Left you alone to handle that?” he chuckles, “Fuck no, you’re already tired.”
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t bullshit me.” He glares wearing his coat on top, his body leaning on the door behind. The entrance is a bit cramped, no light. Only light that came was from the living room, down the hall. “Took you a long drive. Where were you? Work is not that far unless you’d change your workplace ‘cuz I barely know anything ‘bout you.”
You shook your head, “Too much going on, was driving ‘round.”
“You sure? I hope you didn’t go where I’m thinking you did.”
“No, I’ll tell you if I did.” You lie with a soft smile, leaning on the wall beside.
He nods hoping you’re not lying. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Will come to drop by some food, hangover soup and we can go out after my class with the group. It’s been a while, yeah?”
You press your lips together, guilt building to let him know. “I’m not free, Kook. I got work in the afternoon and assignment.”
“I thought you don’t work on thursdays.”
“Took an extra shift,” you shrug, “Zay needs money for his school trip to Jeju.”
He frowns, bending down a bit unintentionally to make sure you’re eye to eye. “And? Your parents can take care of Z. You’re his sister, not his mom.” He says, not sounding mean but actually concerning. He knows you have a soft spot for your brother but man, you should know other people have soft spot for you.
“No, I know but you know my parents… I already feel bad enough to leave him alone in Busan.” You try to reason. Try your best to not sound like you’re treating yourself shit for someone else’s kid.
“YN… don’t do this to yourself.” He says softly, stepping a bit closer. You avoid his eyes. He bends down a bit, murmuring coherent ‘what are you doing to yourself.’ You laugh it away. He doesn’t like a bit. Instead of scolding, he just wraps his arms around your small frame. Not literally but figuratively. You actions. Pressure of being vulnerable even though he wasn’t pressuring at all.
“I’m fine, really.” You laugh, hugging him back. Barely there hug from your side.
“8 seconds.” He replies. You hum back.
Your face nuzzles into his tee, leather jacket underneath his black coat hanging on his shoulders. You’re barely holding onto the hem of his jacket. You don’t hug back fully. He’s definitely hugging you to provide comfort.
“God, you got so skinny, YN. God, I feel like a worried mom.” He finally comments, hands trailing down to rub your back. Chin on top of your head. Not intimate, moreover like a mom scolding her baby. You never had that kind of intimacy in your childhood so here you are awkward. “Not healthy, Bom.” he adds.
“Mhm, eating unhealthy a bit.” You lie, you’re barely eating right now. Not because you wanna lose weight, you just can’t afford right now and barely have time to eat. You need to pre plan your next year in this month. Crucial month for you.
He sighs, “I’ll drop food in your room in the morning, eat it before you leave, ‘kay?”
You pull back with nod knowing he won’t change his answer, “Up to you, no forcing.” you reply softly, diverting the topic. “Anyways, you should get going. It’s getting too late.”
He looked down at you, his mind changed from wanting to leave for his class to not even caring about that stupid lecture. He wants to stay and help you meal prep. But, he just nods, taking a step back, zipping up his jacket, opening the door to go.
“Yeah, I’ll see you on Saturday. Don’t care if you’re at work. I’m pulling your shit out of there.”
You laugh, hitting his forearm with little to no force. Your weight half on the door, half in your eyes. Tired. “I’m free that day, let’s go to the winter market with Jieun and everyone?”
“Sure, it’s been a fucking while with you. Everyone missed you.”
“It has, like…” you try to think tilting your head up, “two- not sure but been a long time. I didn’t die or something.”
“Don’t matter, been long enough to miss my bestfriend.”
You look at him, ready to tease him but he’s already fast enough. “Nuh uh, not in mood right now. Y’know I can barely live without my friends, especially you.”
“Aw, you must be dead while partying out without me.”
“Rotting, actually.” He corrects you, playing into your little game.
You nod as if you actually believe him. “Okay, okay, whatever you say, Jeon.” you murmur with that sigh and eye roll, sarcasm on your tongue.
Jungkook just breathes out in that laughy breathy way, “Egg muffin sandwich and smoothie good for morning?”
“I’m okay with anything, whatever suits you.”
He nods, finally stepping out. “Sleep tight, Imma see you in the morning.”
“Get home safe, text me.” You murmur, he just smiles before walking away with a small wave. You eye him his body for a second making sure he’s out safely before you close the door. Taking a deep breath and eyes automatically shutting down slowly.
an: im kinda planning to remove my wattpad as it is not what it used to be to be honest. ill be posting this story on here and ao3 once im confirmed with an account.
Warnings : explicit content , explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse, mentions of mental health.
Synopsis : the feeling of nostalgia occurs when you’re back in busan. even though you think he forgot, he truly did not.
wc : 0.9k +
Note : this book contains personal issues so if you’re uncomfortable reading disorders like depression, bed rotting and more terms then please scroll.
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The cold wind hushed behind you. Everytime your eyes fall on the river in front of you, they want to water more. Dried tears on the cheek said more than needed and the weather was doing no justice. Today was very overstimulating–not only today but for the past few days you feel dead. You lick your ice cream before lowering it with a sniff following along. Your throat burned, eating ice cream in december is not the best idea ever.
But yet again, leaving all the struggles right now, your eyes kept on zoaning out towards the river. Mapo bridge is infamous for things happening there but the view is amazing. You gulp, eyes lowering as if measuring the distance between the bridge and you.
Only one instrumental blasted your ear on repeat, “old doll,” it was loud but in this moment everything faded away. If anyone saw you from afar at the same moment, they won’t even notice you. Fog surrounded you. You stepped closer as everything felt blurry and before you know i–
*Ring Ring Ring*
You flinch as a frown creased between your eyebrows. Releasing a sigh, you take step back and look around. Only one thing repeated in your ears at the moment now, “Jeon calling, answer it.” “Jeon calling, answer it.”
Siri repeated, once, twice before the ice cream slipped from your hand leaving a bit of cream on the selve as you reach your pocket to pick the call. You have to answer him, it’s been while since you saw him or even had a conversation with him properly.
Interestingly he knows when to call you because you really weren’t conscious about your actions earlier and telling anyone would be embarrassing.
“Hello?” you awkwardly answer with that same tight feeling in your throat that was similar in your voice. You can hear the club noises fading away meaning he’s going outside. You did check the group chat but truly, you had no time to go because you wanted to come to your favourite place. Mapo bridge.
Jungkook cleared his throat, “Yo, where are you? Jieun’s asking for you. Why didn’t you come today?” he asks with that soft concern he has for everybody.
“At work, sorry I couldn’t make it.” you reply, the little raspiness giving away that you’ve balling your eyes. Fuck. “I’ll come by later to get Jieun, did she get drunk again?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, you okay?” he murmured back, voice low and you know he has that frown in his eyebrows sensing something is wrong.
You hated this feeling. Feeling of being vulnerable in front of him or any man in general even if this one is your best friend. “I’m fine, kook, trust me.”
“You sure? Is it work you’re stressed bou–”
You cut him off, “Not really, just stuff happening. Y’know, life?” you giggle as he chuckles back.
“Okay, heard your car was at repair, want me to pick you up from work?” he questioned, “Cuz i’m dropping Jieun off too…”
He trailed off waiting for an answer. A bit awkward as you clear your throat, “Oh forgot to tell you that I rented a car for few days.”
“Rented? To go to work?” of course he’s confused, who rents a car for mere 3 days. “Isn’t your workplace nearby your place? And I’ve been texting you ‘bout dropping you but didn’t get a reply. Got so busy?”
You hum back, “Too much shit going, I’ll explain when I reach home.”
“Okay, imma leave with Jieun then, you know where her room keys at?” he questions before adding, “you’re getting investigated at home.”
Of course it’s a joke as you laugh slightly before walking towards to reach the end of the bridge and parking lot, “Bet, and her keys should be in her purse. Is she drunk drunk?”
“Oh shit, you don’t wanna see,” he laughs, “she’s been whiny to call Ryun again,”
You giggle, “Don’t let her touch the phone or I’m punching you.”
“Yes ma’am, I would never. Her phone’s with me.” you can hear the smile in his words, you missed this banter. Been a while since you both talked normally. “I’ll see you at the dorm.” he adds.
“You driving? Didn’t drink tonight?”
He tusks dismissively, “How dare you think I’ll drink without my drinking buddy?”
“Me?” you gasp loudly on purpose as if taking his words as offence, “I don’t drink at all. I’m a saint.” giggling you get in the car, starting the engine to warm up the car.
“Mhm, very saint like you weren’t chugging drinks down last time.”
You hum back, “That was strict peer pressure, jeon.” you deadpan as he laughs. “I win.” you declare.
“Nuh uh not fair, I’ll make you lose next time.” He tsks. “Anyways, get home asap, it’s bout to snow and be safe. No accidents, please.”
“Don’t worry kook, get home safe and make sure Jieun is a bit sobbered by the time i come.” you add even though you are aware that he’ll be fed up by her ex whines. God he really hated that man ‘cuz of all the bullshits he created in Jieun’s life.”
“Yeah, yeah, see you.” last thing he says before hanging. You throw the phone on the passenger seat. Take a puff from your vape before playing some music and driving away hoping the Jungkook does not catch up with whatever happened ‘cuz he’d be pissed.
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hi everyone, its been a long time. im finally done with shifting 'roung and we had our first snow lol. made me really romantic but like in a hopefull and kinda lost way. kinda like meeting someone after so long or second chance so ill be writing a oneshot and re starting the patient with new writing.
I love The Patient. Please don't discontinue😭. I love it....
its still on wattpad. imma add it here once im okay with my surroundings. been going thru a lot, i wish i could dump it all out biut ive been having family issues, friends shit, uni and what not ugh.
omg !! im so excited for a new start. this is my setup. i usually used to use my phone or ipad which was very difficult and now my dad bought me this. im so thankful and i jst decorated it! new story coming up <3
are you not going to continue The Patient anymore?? 😭😭
Unfortunately yes. I'm disconnected from the story and I re-read my stuff which I didn't like at all lol. I can repost the chapters after re writing them tho! Lemme know if you're interested.
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Hi everyone, this side Jelly. I’ve been really inconsistent for the years I believe. I will be deleting my booked and restarting my journey! I know I don’t have any readers any ways but I’m more mature now and learned lots of lessons from life. I’m thankful for every supporter but I finally got a laptop where I can type and post without any worries cuz my phone was lagging a lot ! I’ll resume posting from September.
the one where a waitress tries to ogle your mans on vacation and your foot accidentally slips
PAIRING crazy au [ ceo ! jk x employee gf ! reader ]
GENRE fluff & suggestive [ mdni / 2.2k ]
CONTENT out-of-timeline drabble, can be read as a standalone, hawaii vacay with yoonmin, kissing, drinking, cursing, bitchy oc, i need her, down bad jk, i need him, possessive tendencies, pda, yoongi and jimin get freaky, some semi-public pussy touching
the soft strum of ukuleles and scattered dinner chatter curled up into the warm, hawaiian sky. and next to you, your boyfriend was linen-shirted and absolutely scrumptious, scowling like a sin you’d like to commit - and have, multiple times already…
“fuckin old perv,” jungkook muttered under his breath, waiting until the elderly bald man two generations your senior caught his glare. when he did, said old man made the smart decision to stop ogling your tits before he got buried in the sand on vacation - redirecting his focus back to dinner with what was most definitely his wife and grown kids.
your fingers just kept up the soft scratchy motions in the hair at the nape of jungkook’s neck. you sipped your pineapple and rum, tilting your head toward him. his jaw flexed, hand resting on your thigh under the long, white tablecloth, thumb rubbing over the fabric that covered his tattoo.
you leaned up to kiss the pretty pout off his lips when the drums in the background suddenly picked up. your group’s table faced the beach where a line of big, beautiful dancers now moved in sync with the music, hips swaying, leis in hand as they started the resort dinner performance. you leaned back with a gasp of excitement, both you and jimin giving little claps in delight.
then, one of them - male, shirtless, tall and slippery - broke the line and walked straight toward you.
“nope.” jungkook muttered immediately.
you giggled, sipping your drink as the dancer grinned at you, spun a bright pink lei around his fingers, and with a flourish, laid it gently around your neck. he winked before his hands slid slow and showy right to your waist.
as you were about to adjust his paws, jungkook reached out and swatted the guy’s hand off your hip. the dancer blinked, you bit your lip to keep from laughing, your boyfriend’s jaw ticked.
“all good, brother?” the dancer asked with a cheeky, performative smile.
you laughed under your breath before reaching up and tugging the flower garland off your neck. “wrong girl,” you hummed, spinning and looping it around jungkook’s neck. “have this one instead.”
you winked at your boyfriend and then reached for one of the female dancers nearby, grabbing her hand with a pretty smile. she blinked at you, eyes falling to your lips for a moment, then smiled back slowly as she tugged you toward the dance circle.
you paused, turning back to the guy dancer. “grab him,” you said sweetly, pointing at your broody boyfriend, whiskey glass halfway to his lips. “he needs to loosen up.”
the dancer beamed and looked back down at your hunk of a man with an approving nod. “with pleasure.”
jungkook blinked. “not a fucking chance—”
you squinted at him.
his mouth snapped shut, but not before he let out a low string of curses, downing the rest of his drink without a wince and letting the dancer tug him by the pink lei.
jimin was already whistling from the other side of the table, yoongi chuckling under his breath while holding the recording phone as per his boyfriend’s request.
“let’s go, big guy,” the dancer teased as he led your brute into the circle with you and the rest of the cheering dancers.
you giggled at his reluctance and turned to your new dance partner, letting her twirl you under her arm and slip a red lei around your neck. the drums picked up again, the pretty harmonies of the performers and the haze of your pina coladas making everything warmer and sweeter. you and jungkook were both led into a hip-sway by the gorgeous dancers, cheered on loudly by half the resort staff and guests.
when the drums faded with a final crash of cymbals and hips, you tipsily turned to your boyfriend who gave you his pretty, crooked smile. he leaned down to press a kiss to your grinning lips just as the beach erupted into claps and whoops, the sound of chairs scraping in the sand as guests rose to join in the cheers.
you were breathless as you pressed another soft kiss to his mouth before turning back to the girl you were still laced-hands with. you gave her one final spin and she laughed, pulling you into a warm hug. you kissed her softly on the cheek with a thank you before slipping your painted toes back into your sandals.
jungkook pulled his dancer into a bro shake, clapping him on the back and laughing at something he said. you almost fucking cooed when your brood of a boyfriend gave him a smile. a real one. one of those elusive, bunny toothed smiles that were really only reserved for you and little puppy dogs.
when you both naturally gravitated back toward each other, his hand went straight to your waist. the heel of his palm pressed right over your ribs, big inky fingers splaying against the dip between your tube top and long flowery skirt.
you smiled, swaying into him as you both walked back toward yoongi and jimin who were already seated again, fresh drinks in hand and ones ordered for you and jungkook resting on the table. yoongi had his arm slung over the blonde’s chair, sunglasses still perched on his nose despite the sun having long set. jimin looked freshly wrecked from laughter, cheeks flushed and cat eyes purring.
“why was jungkook soo much better at that than i expected,” the drunk park beamed as you both moved to take your seats, his fourth chilled cocktail finally freezing off the senior honorific you’d told him to drop during the trip.
you smiled with a little nod. “jungkook’s really good with his hips.”
jimin choked on his mouthful of drink, swallowing just before it could spill back into the cup while yoongi chuckled under his breath. jungkook sat first, tongue running over his pierced lip as he bit back a laugh, then pulled you into his lap like you were carry-on he was refusing to check.
a beat of quiet passed as the breeze picked up again, making your skirt flutter over his laplike a ribbon. jungkook nuzzled into your neck. “you’re beautiful in maui.”
you hummed, turning slightly to kiss the corner of his mouth. “does that mean i’m ugly back home?”
he nipped your throat, the dazy scent of whisky and bvlgari seeping into your skin. “don’t ask stupid questions.”
you smiled, leaning back into his warm chest as you picked a piece of cheese and grape from his plate and chewed while he pressed slow kisses into your neck.
a few more minutes passed in chatters between you and the lovebirds opposite, until the resort waitress approached with her brown eyes, red lips, and long limbs. she stopped at the head of the table with a pretty smile.
“aloha ahiahi. everything to your liking?”
you nodded with a smile, brushing a loose strand behind your ear. “it was amazing, thank you.”
she smiled for a beat too long before her gaze slid an inch too far. right past you, and straight to your boyfriend. her lashes dropped, her smile turned sultry, your mood fucking shifted.
she picked up the thick tip jungkook had tucked under the edge of the wine bucket, her hand lingering beside his arm like you weren’t sitting right there on his fucking lap.
then she smiled again, a little slower, then a little lower. “wow, thank you so much… enjoy the rest of your evening,” she purred by his ear.
jungkook didn’t look at her. just took another slow sip of his scotch, eyes fixed on the ocean as he moved away from her breath. you felt his hand on your thigh give a little squeeze as he swallowed, and while it felt good, your eyes didn’t leave the waitress or the capitalised RUBY on her name tag.
the moment she turned to leave, your foot slid forward.
ruby caught the edge of your sandal and stumbled, letting out a squealy little yelp. the four fifty-dalla notes flew from her fingers and scattered like confetti, kissing the sand right next to her.
yoongi sucked in a cough to hide his laugh while jimin choked, red wine spraying from the blonde’s mouth back into his glass. “oh my shitt—”
jungkook didn’t even flinch. just watched, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly as the waitress scrambled to collect the fallen cash, her cheeks Ruby red, eyes darting around in embarrassment.
“sorry,” you offered insincerely, slipping the glass from jungkook’s fingers and turning just enough to nudge the ground with your sandal. “missed one.”
she paused. then slowly shifted her gaze to the lone fifty half-buried in the sand, wedged right under your foot.
you lifted your sandal, and like the good girl she was, she picked it up with trembling fingers and scrambled to her feet without another word.
jimin was red-faced and wheezing while his boyfriend tried to feed him water to calm him down. jungkook turned his head slowly from the retreating server to his evil girlfriend and leaned in to kiss your neck. “you’re a bitch,” he murmured fondly against your skin.
you hummed, leaning back into his mouth. “acting like you don’t love it.”
his lips dragged slowly up your neck to your ear, voice dropping low. “i love you.”
you set his glass on the table, hands sliding up and down the thick arms wrapped around your waist. “yeah?” you breathed. “how much?”
his fingers drummed lazily along your bare side before slipping lower. and lower. until the pads dipped beneath the waistband of your skirt. “lots.”
you arched subtly into his hold, but your hand shot out to catch his wrist, nails lightly denting the pretty veins that fed into his tattooed forearm. “don’t,” you murmured amusedly. “you’ll scar your poor assistant, baby.”
across the table, jimin was mid laugh at something his boyfriend said, too caught up in his own tipsy joy to notice jungkook’s fingers halfway to your pussy. if yoongi suspected anything, he didn’t mention it, just adjusted the glasses perched on his pretty nose.
your evil boyfriend hummed low against your ear. “m’sure it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.”
you didn’t quite get the chance to dwell on how unfortunately right he was, because without warning, he dug his blunt nails into the plush skin of your inner thigh, right over the inking of his name.
you sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, shooting him a little glare over your shoulder. “baby,” you warned.
he didn’t stop. his fingers moved slow and unhurried as they slid into the seam of your already wet thong. you choked on a laugh - a breathhy, scandalous little noise that barely slipped out around a moan.
his fingertips slid between your soft folds, tracing devilishly and gentle like he had all the time in the world and absolutely no morals. you grabbed his hand.
“stop it,” you hissed through a breath and flushed cheeks. you yanked the thing from under your skirt and brought it to your lap, turning to smush a messy kiss to his pout before he could complain. he immediately tried to deepen it, tongue brushing your bottom lip to get inside.
“be patient,” you whispered around a nibble of his plush lower lip. “we have the whole night, my love.”
he grunted lowly, like he was absolutely suffering and hadn’t already taken you twice this morning before leaving the suite. and once more at the secluded waterfall when you went for a dip before dinner. his fingers flexed in your lap, thumb dragging down your covered thigh like he was trying to remember what it felt like... the little sookie.
but he didn’t argue. so you gave your grump one more kiss before turning back to the boys across the table, who were now so deep in their bubble it was like you weren’t even there.
yoongi was slowly wiping a streak of wine from the corner of jimin’s mouth with his thumb before quickly sucking it off. and jimin - drunk, glowing, lovesick jimin - blinked up at him like he’d hung every single star in the sky. then he surged forward and smashed his lips to the elder’s.
there was tongue, there was wetness, there was a smothered sound of surprise that yoongi swallowed whole before adjusting and tilting his head to let jimin deepen the kiss. jimin let out a soft moan, his whole upper body curling into yoongi’s hold.
you shook your head with a quiet laugh. “okay, looks like we’ll be getting out of here sooner than i thought,” you murmured, head tilting at the very public makeout sesh across from you.
jungkook hummed behind you, his head now tucked into the crook of your neck, breath warm and ticklish as you continued.
“they’re one tongue suck away from fucking right in fr—oh. oop, yep. wow. okay-”
you blinked as jimin’s tongue buried itself deeper into yoongi’s mouth, hands tangled in his hair. yoongi’s palms had found his boyfriend’s tiny waist, and the short distance between their chairs was clearly too much because jimin was now fully straddling his lap.
“jiminie,” you laughed, lobbing a grape at his back as he wrapped his arms around yoongi’s neck and started a quick grind. “oh my god, baby, stop him! they’re drunk and he’s gonna be so embarrassed- oh for fuck’s sak—jimin!”
WTF that anonymous ask looks like they can’t even spell at a fifth grade level, I’m surprised they can even read your story. Looks to me like they aren’t even old enough to read your story let alone old enough to be allowed on this site. Too bad we can’t report them. Children should not be allowed on here.
Loll, I really wanted to say this when I read the message. The books that I write are heavily based on real-life and there are some topics and words that are difficult to understand (even for me) but I do my research beforehand. I’ve said it earlier and will say it again, please DON’T read my books if you’re expecting some romantic fantasy. Yes, I will have some romance and stuff but it will be all surrounded by real life situations. I personally prefer real life books instead of fantasy ones so bare with it lol.
Kids at learning age prefer (pre teens, teens)and try to find “mature” books, I did that too lol but I would try to educate myself instead of leaving hate comments. I 100% agree with this comment and thank you to whoever sent it ^^
Oho please if ur lazzy and cant make it bcs of busy life , its okay but pls atlast make it less chapters and post it ,dont give up on story . If u though u cant post for those 1 or 2 months let us kniw, thank u btw
I see nothing but disrespect in this comment. This is one of the reasons why I don't answer inbox. I have two or three more like these and some other with love but, writing a chapter takes a lot more thinking than what it seems like to people. The chapters that you guys recieve are not even the ones that I write as the inital chapter, everything changes as I continue to read and re write more into the chapter.
Even when I'm free, I don't have the motivation to actually write it down or even think about how I want the story to ongo.
Anyways, I'll try to post more often and make the chapters longer. Thank You.
wasn’t gonna post anything but the recent news has shattered me. i’ve seen Tannie grow as I continued to stan BTS. it is devastating and I even sobbed after listening to the news. Tannie was like my baby even though I don’t know him that much but I had a connection with him. I hope Taehyung’s doing fine cause he must be going through hell right now :(. Since 2019, I’ve seen how tae was attached with yeontan so much. He was like his baby. I hope tannie is in a safer place now knowing his health was bad. I posted a fan letter to Taehyung on weverse hoping he’s doing fine. I still can’t believe it happened moreover during christmas time :(. You will be missed tannie, love you so much our little idol, star⭐️
Letter to taehyung on weverse;:
태형오빠, 잘 지내길 바라요. 태니의 죽음을 듣고 나서. 내가 그 사람을 잘 알지 못하는데도 많이 슬프네요. 나는 흐느껴 울었다. 너한테는 정말 힘든 일이겠구나. ARMY는 태니를 항상 기억하고 어떤 일이 있어도 그를 사랑할 것입니다. 힘내세요. 우리는 당신을 위해 여기 있습니다. 곧 크리스마스라서 너무 슬프지만 괜찮을 거예요. 사랑해요.
잘 지내세요.
태니 사랑해요!
(i used google translation, don’t know if it’s correct or not. Missing you tannie; our baby)
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