Nari 𝜗𝜚⋆₊

With his sweaty chest rising up and down, Jungkook rested his back on your headboard. His eyes rested on the view in front of him. Here you are, catching your breath while your eyes remain closed, still getting off from the high. With your desk lamp being the only source of light in your room, it's a wonder how your face glows in Jungkook's perspective. Your damp hair sticks to your face due to sweat, but Jungkook cannot help but smile like a fool. He feels like a million-dollar lottery winner.

Lucky is an understatement.

Hesitant at first, he lifted his hand to softly tuck your hair behind your ear. Just to see your pretty face more. You slowly opened your eyes, a smile forming on your lips before shaking your head.

"What?" you asked, confused by his silence and the intimate feeling from his stare.

He smiled, "Nothing."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head again, before getting yourself off his softening cock, "You always act like I'm the best fuck of your life every time we do this."

You are. He almost said it out loud, but instead, a low chuckle escaped his lips as you reached for something in your bedside drawer.

His brows scrunched together. "What's that?"

"Coffee-flavoured candy." You handed him an unwrapped piece before popping one in your mouth. 

He nodded, playing with the candy in his mouth, "Oh, that's why you tasted like coffee!"

You laughed, playfully nudging his arm, "I always have them lately to help me study. Reviews online say they can help me stay up."

Jungkook watched you get up from the bed and put on your discarded clothes on the floor. You reached for a worn-out scrunchie while gathering your hair. You were in the middle of studying earlier when Jungkook came to "just hang out", which usually means him watching videos on your bed while you read books on your desk. But for some reason, within ten minutes after he arrived, you found yourself on his lap while he planted kisses all over your face down to your neck. 

"You're still gonna pull an all-nighter?" he asked.

You nodded, tying your hair into a loose bun, “I have to if I want to pass my exams.”

“The exam is like…” Jungkook paused, counting in his fingers, “Nine days from now.”

“Yeah, that means I have less than two weeks to study why Jung and Freud stayed in that room for thirteen hours.”

Jungkook tilted his head, frowning. “Wait, who are those guys anyway? Are they ancient lovers?”

You groaned, collapsing into your desk chair. “God, you’re ridiculous.”

“I mean, I’m not the one studying for a psych exam. I’m just here for the…” He reached for another candy on your bedside table. “...benefits.”

“Please don’t take all of my candies, Jeon.” You spun around with your swivel chair, already squinting your eyes at him. “It’s kinda expensive, I won’t be able to buy them again until next week.”

His brow raised, “How ‘bout I’ll pay you back–”

“Nope,” you clicked your tongue as you began turning the pages of your notes.

“Then, I’ll just buy you–”

“Please stop offering to buy me stuff, kind sir. It won’t happen. Just please don’t eat all of my candies,” you mumbled, now gradually giving all your attention to studying.

Silence slowly took over your room as the only thing that could be heard was your pen being dragged by you on your reviewer. You remained focused, whispering the words you were reading unconsciously. Almost forgetting that there is a naked, tattooed guy on your bed, who already has his eyes on your most recent “sweet indulgence”. But as soon as you heard the sound of a candy wrapper in your background, you turned around.

Jungkook, who already popped the sweet treat in his mouth, just smiled cheekily at you, “Don’t worry. I promise this is my last one.”

It wasn’t.

Jungkook later learned that you have that candy every day in your bag. How did he learned that, one might ask. Because just a day after that night, you gave him a piece after a short make-out session in a bathroom of a frat party. 

Then, a couple of days after, you handed three of them while he was still recovering from a backseat car fun you two had. He was still in his post-nut clarity while you were already getting your purse to get something. Jungkook remembered how his heart skipped when you wordlessly placed the candies in his open palm.

Another time was when you stayed in his house for a day, “just wanting to chill”. But after getting bent over his kitchen counter for more than ten minutes, you casually left five candies on it before going to his shower.

It was sweet, Jungkook thought, like an intimate routine that you two don’t have to talk about. You didn’t really say anything about it whenever you gave it or left it for him. And he didn’t really bring it up.

Until today.

You ran your hands down your skirt, smoothening out any wrinkles that may have resulted from what you and Jungkook just did in the farthest shelves in the library. You fixed your hair and pushed back your eyeglasses, the ones you only wore on campus when you’re too stressed to wear lenses, preparing yourself before leaving the area. Jungkook already left five minutes ago, you asked him to. To avoid looking too obvious and suspicious to everyone who is still in the library at this late time. 

“Good night, Joan,” you waved at the grey-haired lady with a metallic ‘LIBRARIAN’ name plate pinned on her right chest. 

She only nodded, not bothering to look up from the books she was checking. There’s a relief in your body as you slip your books back into your tote. It wasn’t the first time you and Jungkook had pulled something reckless; there were worse places. 

By the time you stepped outside, the cool night air blew on your skin. There he was, leaning on his car with his arms crossed over his chest. He has a stupid grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes as you walk up to him.

“Please promise me we will never do it in that place again,” you said.

He chuckled, “Why? I thought you loved it, you were whining–”

“Shut up!” Your eyes widened, stopping him from whatever he was going to say, “Libraries are like my sacred place. I don’t want journal articles staring at me while I’m getting rammed.”

Jungkook smirked, unbothered by your glare. “Fine, fine. Libraries are off-limits from now on.” He stepped aside, opening the passenger side door for you, voice dripping with fake politeness. “Your carriage awaits, milady.”

You slid in, clutching your tote to your lap, already thinking about your schedule for tomorrow, from your first exam of the day to your work shift later. He joined you on the driver’s side, humming something under his breath as he started the car.

For a while, there was only the sound of the engine and the faint buzz of the radio. Then he glanced at you during a red light and opened his hand, presenting his palm.

“So?” he opened and closed his hand.

You frowned, “So… what?”

“Candy?” he simply replied, like it was some coded word.

And you were too tired from studying and the other stuff in the library, you couldn't process what he just said, “Candy… what?”

“My candy. Where’s my favorite coffee candy?” he replied, once again, opening and closing his free hand.

The car moved forward again as the light turned green, while you were still processing what he said. Then you let out a laugh, a loud one. You had your hand on your stomach while you threw your head back. Like he just told you a hilarious joke.

It was Jungkook’s turn to be confused this time, “What, babe?“

“Oh my god. Do you actually expect me to give you candy every single time we have sex?” you chuckled.

Jungkook simply nodded, “Ah, yeah… It’s like our deal?”

“What deal?”

“Every time we have sex, and if it was good, you’ll give me a piece. And if you really liked my performance, you’ll give me two or three.”

Your eyes widened with his explanation, and our jaw dropped too.

“Performance?!” you repeated in an unbelieving tone. “Jungkook, you sound like you’re auditioning for a talent show. Do you expect me to hold up scorecards after?”

He tapped the steering wheel, still smug. “Wouldn’t mind getting a ten out of ten from you then.”

You stared at him, equal parts horrified and amused. “Oh my god. You’ve actually been keeping track of my candies.”

“Of course,” he said, like it was obvious. “That time in my kitchen? Five candies. That means you really loved it, right?”

You buried your face in your hands, laughter spilling out despite yourself, “Oh my god, I accidentally Pavloved you. I conditioned you.”

“I don’t know what the fuck that is, but I just know you are giving the candy because you like me– my performance,” he quickly reminded himself. “And, I like it… It’s our little routine. It’s cute.”

You paused, looking at him for a few seconds. Jungkook can feel it from his peripheral vision. Something shifted in the air, but Jungkook heard you groan before the sudden change of air suffocated you both. You rummaged through your messy tote bag until you fished out a crumpled, almost flat candy and handed it to him.

“Here, happy?”

“Yeah, thank you so much. I love y– it!” Jungkook bit his tongue before snatching the sweets in your hand.

You only nodded, turning to face the window. You weren’t stupid; you’d heard his slip-up, just like he’d never know it was your very last candy, the one you’d been saving for long nights studying because you still had to stretch your money until next week. Your fingers tightened on your tote strap as he popped it into his mouth with a dramatic yet satisfied sigh, grinning like you’d given him gold. “Best part of my night,” he whispered, and you almost answered mine too—but instead, you just watched the streetlights blur past, letting the silence thicken between you.

PERMANENT TAGLIST

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its geniunely important that we saw jesse and emma go through this. though it is the worst thing to witness (jesse and emma are one of my favs, especially the latter), it unfortunately is a reality to healthcare workers. nurses are a common victim of it.

they aren’t respected as such because they only have a bachelor’s degree and they’re doing tasks that are seen as “less important” by people. when in reality, they are important and the backbone of various hospitals around the world.

the absolute dehumanisation is crazy.

jesse was doing what he was doing as a worker. he was literally doing his job. and their first thought is to arrest him? he showed concern for his patient and they think he’s trying to free her. that’s showing how untrained and absolutely incompetent ICE is, for thinking a nurse is trying to hurt someone.

then emma? my sweet emma. i absolutely love her and she’s my favourite character of this season. her kindness and empathy is genuinely refreshing. yet, i know she will be fine. there was a post of her actress with the other cast members huddled together while it was cold (can’t remember the post, im sorry). it’s an unfortunate and grim reality. dana will likely have a breakdown when she and others catch emma either almost unconscious or already unconscious (it might explain an absence for an episode or so).

and i said in a previous post that emma is heavily implied/canon to be a victim of SA who never chose to report (2x09). her body language and her admittance to having to open up. like it’s very much likely that she chose to be in ED for that reason, because no one looked out for her. this whole incident with larson might fully decide if she should stay in the ED. dana might warn her and even worry if she even wants to stay. when the two potentially have a conversation, this can indicate if the actress will stay.

my hope, because this is laëtitia hollard’s first ever TV role, she stays. emma can be a great nurse and be representation for people who went through SA and how to properly support them. it would be interesting if there was an arc in the next season, if hollard did stay, about her potentially thinking of being a SANE once she gets her experience. conflict with the other nurses ensuing that she already went through so much, but her coping mechanism is that she’d rather fight what she went through. you know, rather than actually processing it because she has more things to worry about.