⁀➴CONTEÚDO: Fluff but a little sugestivo! O Jinyoung e a pp estão casadinhos!
⁀➴N/A: Amo ele no GOT7, tem um solo dele que eu amo (Dive, essa música é simplesmente perfeita), gosto muito da atuação dele, homem talentoso demais, beijoqueiro demais, viu 🙈. EXTREMAMENTE husband material, e ele pode até tentar se pagar de santo, ele não é!!!!!! Acho que é isso! Beijos, me digam se gostaram, amo vocês. Boa noite, durmam e acordem bem! Amo vocês²! 💋
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— Ah não, tia, relaxa, é meu marido — você incentivou sua tia a continuar falando, enquanto observava Jinyoung deixar o crachá do trabalho e a mochila no sofá.
Você estava em pé, com o telefone no ouvido, apoiada na bancada da cozinha estilo americano, parecendo entediada. Jinyoung percebeu, porque se aproximou de você e deixou um beijinho no seu ombro.
— Tia, só um minutinho.
Você deixou o celular no mudo por alguns instantes. Queria dar um beijinho no seu marido — afinal, não tinham se visto o dia inteiro, e ele chegou mais tarde hoje. Nem jantou contigo.
Jinyoung suspirou.
Você estava linda, com um conjuntinho novo de regatinha e shortinho, o cabelo encaracolado preso num coque desleixado, porém bonito, no seu estilo casual. No rosto, mal havia maquiagem, mas você tinha usado alguns produtinhos que deixavam um viço natural.
Jinyoung sempre fora louco por você, obcecado. Nunca tinha se sentido assim por mulher alguma além de você. E te venerava pelo menos umas cem vezes mais toda vez que te tinha daquele jeitinho, preparada pra dormir — fosse com o conjuntinho sexy de hoje ou com os seus pijamas engraçadinhos. Ele amava. Sempre terminava numa sacanagenzinha debaixo do edredom.
— É aquela sua tia chata?
— Aham.
Jinyoung gemeu manhosinho no seu pescoço, e você o afastou, ficando de costas pra ele — o que foi um erro, porque ele colou o abdômen nas suas costas, e sua frequência cardíaca foi pro beleléu.
— Fala que nosso cachorro tá vomitando.
— A gente não tem cachorro, amor!
— Ela não precisa saber. Fala, vai… quero te beijar sem nenhuma distração.
Você riu, pegando o celular novamente. Sua tia falava sobre mil coisas ao mesmo tempo, e você não dava a mínima — principalmente porque Jinyoung te virou de novo, a boca beijando sua pele em exposição, venerando cada centímetro que conseguia alcançar.
Quando ele ficou de joelhos diante de você, você quase desmaiou.
— Tia, me perdoa, surgiu uma emergência… vou ter que desligar.
Jinyoung sorriu contra o seu umbigo, as mãos no seu quadril. Você bateu o celular contra o material do balcão, olhando-o como se precisasse discipliná-lo — e realmente precisava.
Jinyoung perdera qualquer filtro desde que se casou com você. Antigamente, quando namoravam, costumava ser tímido contigo. Depois que colocou uma aliança no seu dedo, estava quase fazendo o tipo exibicionista.
— Pode parar com essas mãos.
Você o puxou de volta pra si, unindo os lábios nos dele enquanto pressionava as bochechas de Jinyoung, fazendo-o exibir um biquinho adorável. Você queria que o futuro filho de vocês tivesse aquele mesmo biquinho fofo.
— Tô com saudades.
— Eu também. Mas antes, vai pro banho.
— Vem comigo? — ele questionou, mesmo já sabendo a resposta; o seu perfume já tinha denunciado que você havia tomado banho.
Você sorriu, concordando de levinho com a cabeça. Jinyoung devolveu seu assentir com outro sorriso e uma afirmação:
— Ótimo… não vou te deixar sair do box tão cedo, amor.
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It seemed like it was unreal. He was fantasy but yet here he was. You stared at him as he dug through the picnic basket.
It felt like if you closed your eyes for a moment the dream would fade. He made you feel pure euphoria, you never wanted to let that feeling go.
You'd met him by chance. A rainy day in a café, quite cliche, particularly because you'd forgotten your umbrella and he offered to share his with you.
Never had you met a stranger that felt so familiar. It moved fast, your friend and family were worried but 3 years later you were still together. He felt coming home after a long day of work, the first day off after weeks of overtime, he was your comfort.
You afraid but not of him, he would never hurt you, but losing what you had, this feeling. Sometimes you stare at him as he slept next to you. His long lashes resting on his cheek, his chest rising and falling. This was love and it made you cry every time
I'll love you til the day that I die
Til the day that I die
You both had a journey during this relationship, learning to love after many failed tries, figuring out how to love each other properly, it was beautiful.
No one was meant to be perfect but he was. His voice, his hair, his hands, his laugh, there was nothing about him that you hated. It was finally your time to experience true love
"Are you ok?" You finally came back to reality. He was staring at you with worry embellished on his face
You stood up and looked out at the setting sun. You held out your hand behind you, he took and stood up next to you.
Ethereal, the sun kissed the baby blue water as the clouds slow danced, the pink tint of the sky perfect set the ambiance.
A soft smile decorated your face. This was love, after years of trying this was true
I knew you in another life
You had that same look in your eyes
You wanted to feel like this forever. To have the soft morning kisses, to sneak little touches under the table, to never have to say what you felt because you could see it as plain as day
He walked ahead of you pulling you closer to the water. The warm ocean caressed your feet as he drew you closer and spun you around to the sound of his own drum
You threw your head back and closed your eyes, this moment was burned into your heart and mind. You opened your eyes as when you felt him leave your arms.
He knelt in front of you on knee, a ring in his outstretched hand.
"Marry me"
~~~~
Anyone else obsessed with Birds Of a Feather by Billie Eilish?
synopsis. you and bambam had been, for lack of a better term, friends with benefits for a few years now. you've kept it quiet all this time, but when your friends start catching on and asking questions, you start reevaluating your feelings about your friend. pairing. bambam x reader genre. fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort warnings. mentions of sex (duh) but no actual nsfw, suggestive at times, MAKEOUT SCENE ALERT, THERE'S A MAKEOUT SCENE wc. 2.4k
a/n. sorry this is literally 13 hours late. my wifi went out so i wasn't able to write it in time. BUT HERE YOU GO. ENJOY.
“We have to be quick.”
“Says you.”
“You know I love to take my time with you. But we are in Jaebeom’s bathroom right now, so that’s not really an option.”
The whole group had come over to Jaebeom’s house for dinner, which was something you did whenever all your friends were in the country at the same time. You always loved seeing all your friends in the same place. It was a rare occurrence nowadays, but whenever you all managed to get together, it’s like nothing changed.
Nothing changed at all.
Which is why your best friend BamBam had you pinned against Jaebeom’s bathroom counter, his hand snaking under your shirt while his plump lips pressed fleeting kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbone.
You and BamBam had started hooking up a couple years ago- you were both drunk and lonely. He was hanging out at your house, the two of you drowning your sorrows in red wine, both of you mourning the long-term relationships you’d just gotten out of. Neither of you really intended for it to happen- you don’t even really remember it actually happening, but next thing you knew, you were waking up in the morning with your best friend sleeping soundly next to you- sans clothing.
After that, it kind of just…kept happening. You would be hanging out at one of your houses, just watching TV or eating dinner together, and then, suddenly, you were all over each other. You didn’t love BamBam. Not like that, at least. But he took care of you in a way no one else had ever really been able to.
One day, the two of you were backstage in the green room at one of his shows, something about the adrenaline pumping through his veins after a successful performance drew him straight to you like a magnet. The second he entered the room after his encore, he went straight to you, his lips attaching to yours, breathing you in like you were oxygen.
He had you pressed against the wall, one of his hands was wound tightly in your hair while the other fumbled with the button on your jeans. Your nails scratched at the exposed skin on his chest, the thin shirt he wore taking the brunt of the damage.
Neither of you heard the door creaking open, but when you opened your eyes to help BamBam with your jeans, you saw the back of Yugyeom’s head, fortunately facing away from the scene of you and your best friend making out as he spoke with a staff member.
You quickly pushed BamBam off of you, shaking your head with wide eyes at the hurt expression on his face. He turned in confusion as you pointed at the door, his jaw dropping at the sight of your friend turned away from you in the doorway.
You somehow managed to somewhat smooth your hair and button your jeans back up before Yugyeom turned around. Fortunately, he figured the shocked expressions on your faces were just due to his surprise appearance, and not the fact that he’d almost caught two of his best friends trying to get into each other's pants.
After that, the two of you sat down and had a long discussion about the odd nature of your relationship. Deciding in the end, that it would be fine if you occasionally hooked up on the low. You were best friends, after all. Best friends were supposed to help each other out. But, none of your other friends could know. You both knew none of them would ever let you hear the end of it.
At first, you promised each other that you would only ever hook up in the privacy of your own homes- that would prevent anyone from accidentally walking in on you. Then, after one incident where you hooked up in a broom closet at one of the group's schedules, you decided that as long as whatever room you found yourselves in was locked, it would be fine. No need to wait until you got back home, or back to whatever hotel you were staying at.
Things got progressively more risky after that- empty rooms at fancy events, your own kitchen when other people were over, and now, Jaebeom’s bathroom while all your friends were in the other room. You silently prayed that the music your friends were enjoying in the living room was loud enough to drown out the sounds of your heavy breathing reverberating around the tile bathroom.
After you finished, BamBam helped you straighten out your clothes and hair, making sure neither of you looked like you just hooked up in a bathroom. He left the room first, leaving you to catch your breath and clean up as needed. You stared at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands, the light sheen of sweat from your previous activities still shone on your forehead. You splashed some cold water on your face, a small creeping onto your face as you heard the group laugh, probably at some stupid joke BamBam told.
You left the bathroom after a respectable amount of time, hoping that with your late return, no one would catch on to the fact that you and BamBam had disappeared at the same time. You plopped down onto the couch next to Mark, settling into the cushions as he wrapped a friendly arm around your shoulder.
Your face tinted pink as you made fleeting eye contact with BamBam as he sat across from you, his legs spread with his arm over the back of the couch, glass of red wine in hand. You looked away from him quickly as he flashed you a wink, your eyes inadvertently meeting Jaebeom’s, who raised a curious brow at the sight of your flushed face.
You stood from the couch, excusing yourself to get a drink from the kitchen. As soon as you were in the privacy of the kitchen, you leaned back on the counter, your hands on your face as you attempted to steady your breathing.
“You been borrowing BamBam’s cologne?”
You practically jumped out of your skin at the sound of Jaebeom’s voice behind you. You turned to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed as he observed you with that look on his face. You knew he knew.
But maybe you could talk your way out of it. “...what do you mean?”
He rolled his eyes as he walked further into the room, leaning forward on his hands against the counter across from you, his narrow eyes burning into you. “You smelled like him when you came back from the bathroom.”
“...Okay, weirdo.”
“Do you love him?”
So suddenly? Your jaw dropped at the question. How long has he known? “He’s my best friend. Of course I love him.”
“Don’t act dumb. You know what I mean.” He sighed, walking around the counter to stand next to you. “How long have you been sleeping together?”
“Jesus christ, Jaebeom. Keep it down!” You peered into the living room, making sure none of your friends had heard the question. Sighing, you turned back to Jaebeom, cheeks flushing red as he looked down at you, his face wholly unimpressed. “...about three years.”
“Oh my god.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. You didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or offended. “Three years? Are you serious?”
You nodded dumbly, avoiding your friend’s judgemental gaze.
“God, you guys are stupid.”
“Hey! What the hell?”
“Nothing…just…” He took a deep breath, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I think you and Bam should talk.”
He left you with that ambiguous sentence. The weight of his words on your shoulders as you followed him back into the living room, taking your seat next to Mark. You deliberately avoided eye contact with BamBam the rest of the night- leaving the house quickly at the end of the night before he could corner you and ask you to come home with him.
“Talk to Bam” you didn’t know if you’d be able to look at him while your other friends were in the room ever again. They were starting to take notice of the way you’d been avoiding him, though. Asking if everything was okay between the two of you, if something had happened.
You were doing so well at avoiding him. You didn’t even know why you were. He was your best friend, the one person in the world who really knew you. And you were completely and totally shutting him out. Because one person found out.
It was nearing midnight, you were alone in your living room, a corny romcom playing on the TV while you cradled the bottle of red wine you were planning on drinking entirely on your own. You felt your eyes drifting closed, ready to fall into sleep when you heard your doorbell ring.
You groaned, setting the bottle on the table in front of you and pausing the movie before you stood, stretching your arms above your head as you slowly made your way to the front door. You figured it was just your neighbor, a nosy old woman who loved to come knocking on your door when you had the volume up just a notch too loud. You and BamBam had gotten plenty of noise complaints from her over the years.
“I know. I’m sorry, I’ll turn it down-” You sighed, opening the door, expecting to be met with the short old woman. But instead, you were met with the sight of your best friend, standing in front of you, tears actively running down his face. “BamBam? What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?” He sounded out of breath, as if he’d walked all the way from his home to yours. You nodded, standing aside for him to enter your house, watching as he wandered into your living room, standing in front of your small fireplace.
“Why are you here?”
He hummed, running his fingers over the framed pictures on your mantle, his hands stopping at a picture of the two of you back when he first debuted. It was taken not long after Youngjae, whom you’d known since middle school, introduced the two of you. You were so proud of your friends for debuting, you knew it was all they ever wanted. “I was just taking a walk, I had to think about some things. Ended up over here.”
What the hell?
“BamBam, it’s freezing outside. And you live halfway across the city.”
“I had a lot to think about.”
You watched silently as he stared at the picture. He turned around, the tears on his face still prominent as he looked at you with his big brown eyes. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
His bluntness stunned you, your jaw dropping slightly as his stare only intensified. “I…don’t know.”
“You know, you’re my best friend.” Fresh tears welled in his eyes. “We’ve been through a lot together. So if something’s happened, you know you can talk to me. Right?”
“Bam, nothing happened. I just…needed some space.” You stood your ground as he set the picture back on the mantle, taking a few steps closer to where you stood in the doorway.
“Space from what? From me?”
“Yes. Actually- no.” You sighed as his brows furrowed, confusion settling across his face. “Jaebeom knows, Bam. He knows about us.”
BamBam fell silent, nodding slowly as your words set in.
“Is that so bad?”
“...what do you mean by that? Of course it’s bad. No one else was ever supposed to find out.”
BamBam sighed, taking a few steps closer to you. “Did you really think no one would ever find out? How long were you expecting to keep that up?”
“I don’t know…”
He was standing right in front of you now. “Are you going to tell me that after all those years of sneaking around, you’re not in love with me, too?”
It felt like all the air had gotten knocked out of you. BamBam was so close you could feel his breath on you. Your eyes flitted up to his, the intensity in them as he stared down at you making you feel small. “What are you talking about?”
He leaned in close, his lips ghosting your jawline. “I’ve been in love with you since the first time I touched you.”
Shit. All those years of sneaking around, feeling each other up at every given chance, blushing whenever his eyes met yours in a crowded room, your head on his chest as he slept in your bed, watching him as he slept so peacefully, showering together, eating breakfast together, giving him a secret good luck kiss before he went on stage.
Friends don’t do that.
Not even friends that sleep with each other.
Your eyes met his again as he pulled away, your back now pressed against the wall, his arms on either side of you. The shift was instant. All those years of unrealized love came pouring out of you as you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. Your lips met his harshly, and he reciprocated immediately.
“I love you.” You whispered between kisses. His hands circled around your waist at your words, pulling you as close as could be.
“I love you, too.” He stumbled slightly as he attempted to walk backwards, “I always have.” Eventually, the backs of his knees met the couch. He fell backwards onto it, pulling you onto his lap, his hands trailing down to your hips, squeezing them tightly as your hands went to his hair.
“You’re mine.” You hummed against his mouth, sighing deeply as his beautiful lips trailed down to your collarbone, gently biting the skin, leaving his mark on you as he always wanted to. WIth fumbling hands, you began to unbutton his shirt, the exposed skin on his chest still cold to the touch from the outside air.
“I’m yours.”
You felt it as his gentle hands made their way under your shirt and to the small of your back, holding you with care, as if you would break if he was too rough. You felt it when he stood up, strong arms coming to your thighs as he carried you to his bedroom. And you felt it when he held your hands above your head as he leaned over you, his eyes glazed over, the sweat on his skin making his tan skin glow as he gave you all his love.
You didn’t always know it, you couldn’t always feel it, but he always was yours.
(This story is being reposted from my original page to here, moving all my stories to here! Here is the original)
Title: Blacked Out
Characters: Jinyoung, Jay B, Fem-OC
Rating: 18+
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Summary: Yuna is just a girl who wants to live her life to the fullest as much as she can. She's a hard worker who still likes to have fun. That is until she blacks out at a party and wakes up in a strangers bed. She didn't remember a single thing. Did she get taken advantage of? Will this event unravel her life into a mess?
“I’m here for my sister, her name is Lim Yuna.” The receptionist told Jaebeom which room she’s in and he proceeded to head up to her. As he approached the room he saw a man with his back leaned against the wall by the door. Jaebeom casually checked him out before approaching him “Are you the one who brought my sister in?” Jinyoung moved away from the door, nodding his head “Are you her brother?”
“Yeah, thank for taking care of her...” Jaebeom put his hand out for a shake and Jinyoung didn't hesitate to take his hand and return the handshake.
“No problem, she seemed really upset right before she passed out.”
“She must have had a panic attack, she usually knows if she’s going to get it and takes medicine for it before it happens, but she must have had something shocking happen.”
Jinyoung stood quietly for moment, realizing that what shocked her was what he had told her in the car.
“Well...she was asking about what happened after the party, when I told her she got upset-”
Jaebeom furrowed his brows, tilting his head “You mean the party last week?” Jinyoung nodded “And you know what had happened?” Jinyoung once again nodded before replying “I took her home with me because her phone died and I-”
Jaebeom then cut him off “Whoa whoa hold on, she told me she woke up in a strangers bed, that was your bed?” Jaebeom’s overprotective brother mode was switched on just then. He stepped closer to the other male “If you had so much as touched her, I will destroy you.”
Jinyoung’s eyes widened slightly, lips pursing together “Well...I did have to carry her and check her temperature, so I guess you could say I touched her.”
“...you-” Jaebeom sighed before backing off the man. “Can you explain to me what happened then, no one hurt her right?”
Jinyoung explained everything to him up to the moment she passed out, excluding anything about the photos from the other day, he didn’t want to say anything if she hadn’t said anything to him herself, and besides, he only asked what happened at the party, right?
Jaebeom could only let out another sigh “Well, anyway, thanks again and sorry if we’ve delayed you from anything, I’ll take care of it from here.”
“It’s no problem, oh, I’m Jinyoung by the way, thought I should at least let you know who I am.”
Jaebeom smiled “Jaebeom,” they shook hands again before Jaebeom made his way into the room his sister was resting in.
As Jinyoung was leaving the hospital he noticed a familiar white car parked a couple spaces away from him. The engine seemed to be turned off but he had sworn he noticed someone sitting inside. He felt as if he’s definitely seen this car before, the car had a large scratch on the drivers door and the back bumper seemed to have been damaged from the left side, a possible fender bender.
He shrugged it off and got into his car, checking his phone. Of course it was filled with missed calls from his parents he knew what it was about but he didn’t feel like arguing with them so he opted for a text instead.
“Friend was in an accident, had to go check on them tell the blind date I said sorry.”
He sent the message to his parents then sent a text to his close friend “Let’s grab some dinner, I’m hungry...I’ll buy you drinks.”
He had barely sent the message before his phone began ringing, Jinyoung couldn’t help but chuckle “Hyung! I’m down, let’s party! Where at though?”
“I’m doing great Bambam, how about you?”
“Ah right, Hey hyung, what’s good? Anyway where do you wanna meet up?”
“The one we went to last time with the nice bar?”
“Okay, Call! I’m nearby so I’ll reserve a table.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later.”
Jinyoung arrived at the restaurant, leaving his car to the valet before heading inside. It wasn’t hard to find his friend as he gave himself away immediately “Hyung! Hyung over here!” He called out, grinning widely as he waved his arms.” Jinyoung was embarrassed but still laughed at how energetic Bambam was being. He sat beside him at the bar “Ahhhh I’m really hungry I hadn’t eaten since lunch, I missed my blind date too so I couldn’t eat.”
“You getting set up on blind dates again?”
“Yeah, my parents want me to get married, what about you? You ever gonna settle with just one girl?”
Bambam laughed “I’m still young and fresh, besides I got two girls right now, why settle for one when you can have two?”
Jinyoung shook his head as he looked over the menu “Didn’t you say you had a crush on someone recently?” his eyes landed on the steak dish that was pictured on the menu, tongue swiping over his lip.
“I never said I had crush...just...they’re just attractive, I wouldn’t call it a crush...”
Jinyoung ignored Bambam to order his dinner once that was done he turned and smiled coyly at Bambam “That’s not what you said when you were drunk the other day...what was it you said? Ah right! 'Ugh hyung he’s just so tall and sexy as much as I’d want him to bend me over and fuck me, I really want him to hold me in his arms and kiss those soft looking lips, hyung~ what should I should I do, what if he’s not into men?' or something along those lines.” Jinyoung nodded proudly at his imitation of his friend, staring at the younger’s face as it turned red “I did not say that! I was drunk and lonely I was just saying some dumb stuff!”
“Sure, whatever makes you happy, Bambam,”
“Forget about me! My parents are making me go to your family’s party, are you going to go?”
Jinyoung let out a soft sigh “I have no choice, but I’ve been asked to bring my boss and some co-workers, but I’m scared my mom will start hitting on the guys, and my dad on the girls, I don’t want to make them suffer like that.”
Bambam shuddered “Ew, I’m so glad I never have to experience that.”
It was Friday night and Jaebeom had made Yuna stay home that night, she was supposed to join her friend Sohee at her brothers club but since she had no choice she texted Sohee to let her know she wouldn’t be there, she wasn’t the type to skip out on someone without saying anything.
She decided to watch some random TV shows, as she sat back and got comfortable she received a text message from her friend, Jackson.
Jackson: Hey you good? Jay B told me you weren’t feeling to good
Yuna: I’m fine, I’m just not in the party mood
Jackson: It’s been a while since we hung out was looking forward to dancing with you since I won’t be in charge of the DJ booth
Yuna: Since you’re not working, come over! We’ll watch a movie or something
Jackson: I wish, Beomie still wants me to help him out
Yuna: Make an excuse or sneak away or somethin’
Yuna: Come to the dark side there’s free cuddles here :p
Jackson: Cuddles are never just cuddles with you though
Yuna: Exactly ;)
Jackson: ....I don’t know why I do this when I know this could possibly end in a death sentence
Yuna: and?
Jackson: OMW ^^;
Yuna let out a giggle at how easy it was to tempt Jackson. They weren’t dating and they definitely didn’t have romantic feelings for each other. They were close friends who just happened to hook-up once in a while. Of course Jaebeom didn’t know this, if he did he would not have let Jackson live.
It didn’t take long for Jackson to arrive. Yuna greeted Jackson with a tight hug when she answered the door. “I found this outside your door.” Jackson said as he pulled away, handing her a yellow envelope addressed to her “Oh, thanks...I got the mail earlier maybe it fell from my hands.” Yuna let Jackson in and tossed the envelope onto the coffee table. When Jackson sat on the sofa Yuna climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Getting right to it huh?” Jackson laughed as he rested his hands at her waist. Yuna smiled coyly, her hands resting at his chest “It’s been a while, plus I need the stress relief.” She leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
Jackson didn’t hesitate to get Yuna out of her shirt, though. He too, wanted to get straight to it. After tossing the shirt to the floor he caressed her skin as his lips pressed soft kisses against her chest. His hands made their way around her back to unhook her bra. Yuna let her bra fall off her shoulders before moving it aside. Jackson took a moment to appreciate her breasts before taking her nipple in between his lips. Yuna let out a soft hum, her fingers running through his hair as she held his head close.
Soon enough, Yuna was lying back on the couch, completely naked, Jackson on top of her as they went at it. It was hot, it was intense. It was what they both have needing for a while. When they finished Jackson helped clean up his mess that he made all over her abdomen.
“Shower?” Jackson asked as he climbed off of her, Yuna nodded and sat up, Jackson took her hand and led her to the bathroom where they showered together. When they finished with the shower the cuddled for a while on her bed but that was soon interrupted by Jackson’s phone. He got off the bed and went back to the living room grabbing his pants off the floor and fishing for his phone from the pocket. When he finished the call he got dressed and went back to Yuna’s room “I have go, your brother wants me to go back.” Yuna got up and hugged him “Alright, no problem, drive safe I’m probably just going to sleep.”
She walked Jackson out the door before collecting her clothes from the living room and tossing them into the laundry basket.
The next day Yuna had decided to go to work to catch up on whatever she needed to from missing work the past week. She did this from time to time, especially if there was a lot of work on her hands. She liked being on top of things and getting her work done on time. She enjoyed going into the office on the weekends sometimes as well as the building would mostly be empty and she wouldn’t have anyone to disturb her work.
As she grabbed her keys from the bowl on the coffee table she noticed the envelope that Jackson has brought in. She grabbed it and decided to check it out once she got to work.
When she got to the building she greeted the security before heading up to her office. Once she sat down she immediately began working. She worked at her own pace. After working for about 3 hours she decided to take a short break. She stretched in her seat before noticing the envelope again “Right, let’s see what I got in the mail.”
The contents of the envelope were now sitting on the desk in front of her.
They were images of her, getting changed, different from the ones from last time, images of her at the store, going into the office, leaving the office, in her car. Someone was stalking her. There was a letter as well, a printed letter.
“I don’t know if I hate you or love you. I hate you because you don’t remember me. I hate you because you don’t know who I am. I hate you because you never give me attention. But I love you. I love you because you are beautiful. I love you because you are sweet, and kind. I love your smell, you hair, your body. I love everything about you. I need you.”
Yuna could only now stare at the images and the letter. Her breaths grew shorter and faster, her heart raced and her stomached churned. She was scratching at her thighs, a habit she had whenever she was anxious, a habit she learned to stop long ago. Her vision was getting hazy.
