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He Drags You To Cam’s Party | Danny Vinyard

All Danny had been talking about for the past week was Derek’s release and how excited he was to see him again after three years. Today was finally the day. He skipped school for the day to help his mom and sister pick Derek up.

Now here he was in front of your door, begging you to go with him to Cameron’s party. “Please? I want you to meet Derek and Cam’s been asking when he can meet you since we got together.” He explained, his excitement clear as day.

You sighed heavily, looking at your boyfriend with big eyes filled with different emotions. “Danny, I don’t want to get involved with th—”

“I won’t leave your side, it’s just for like, an hour at the most. Just enough for you to meet Cam at the very least and you can come home with Derek and I after and meet him. Okay?”

“I don’t have a problem with meeting Derek; you know I’ve always wanted to meet him,” You whispered. Danny’s face contorted into confusion, his eyebrows furrowed as if to ask ‘Then what’s the problem?’ “I don’t want to go to the party— I don’t want to be involved with anything that has to do with Cameron.” You murmered, looking down at your hands nervously.

Danny sighed. “Well you’re involved either way because you’re my girlfriend,” he replied back firmly. You gulped nervously. “Just come with me, babe. It’ll be fun— I want you to meet my friends.”

You licked your lips anxiously, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He outstretched his hand toward you encouragingly, making you nod and smile nervously, giving in. He smiled back and you took his hand, getting pulled in for a hug before the two of you left for the party.

Your heart sank in your stomach the minute you two entered, your palms sweating. You licked your lips and pressed your body closer to Danny’s. He was talking with Seth and some random boy and he nodded at whatever was said and looked down at you as you pushed yourself against his side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and rubbed at your arm softly to help ease your nerves as he went back to nodding and talking to the two boys.

Your arm snaked around his waist, sliding under his jacket to squeeze at his side to thank him silently. He squeezed your shoulder back in response.

“So you’re Dan’s girl, huh?” Seth questioned, his gaze dropping to you. Your stomach flipped and you licked your lips nervously before nodding. “How come I’ve never met you?”

You had made Danny promise you that you would never have to stay within ten feet of Derek’s best friend after hearing stories after stories. Yet, here you were.

You shrugged, unsure of what to say. “I-I don’t know, I guess we just never really.. You’ve never been around whenever I’m with Danny,” You tried.

“For six months?” Seth snorted, not buying your words. Your heart raced and the loud music and slurs being yelled did nothing to help.

“Eight.” You muttered, not even meaning to reply. Danny chuckled at you and when Seth rolled his eyes, you felt Danny tense up for a moment.

“Look, man, I think we’re just gonna chill for a while.” Danny spoke up, nodding his head toward an abandoned couch in the corner of the party. Seth nodded understandably and watched as your boyfriend dragged you away and to a much safer place (to you, anyway). “Sorry, I didn’t think he’d interrogate you. He’s an ass sometimes.”

You only nodded, not really knowing what to say. Your heart was in your stomach and you felt pangs of regret about agreeing to go with him in the first place. You allowed him to let go of you to walk between people towards the couch, his hand reaching out behind him for you. You grabbed his hand tightly, his cold and yours hot and sweaty. You hoped he didn’t notice.

What he had noticed, though, was how close you had sat yourself beside him — nearly on his lap. “Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes searching your face. He caught everything from your nervous habit of biting your lips to your eyes never being able to hold steady eye contact with him. You didn’t have to reply for him to know your answer. “I’m right here, kid. It’s all good.”

You hesitated before nodding, not knowing what to say. You heard a large yell and a few laughs after, making you turn your head. Danny’s large hands stopped you, his hands on each side of your face, forcing you to look towards him. “Hey, I’m serious,” He whispered. Your eyes locked with his and you felt your heart rate slowdown. “You’re alright.”

His eyes dropped to your lips for a moment before they lifted back up to your eyes. You nodded quickly, your own eyes watching your boyfriend’s lips with heart eyes. The moment you looked back at Danny’s eyes he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours gently.

You kissed back instantly, your hands gripping his forearms. He turned his head to kiss you deeper than before, making your stomach flutter. He pulled away and pecked you softly once before whispering, “You gotta calm down, baby. Gotta get you some medicine or something.”

You just pressed your lips back against his, wanting to feel him. You hadn’t been intimate in almost two weeks and you didn’t really know why, but you definitely missed him. He rubbed the sides of your face with his thumbs, kissing you slowly and softly like he usually did when you were nervous or upset.

He wrapped his soft pink lips around your top lip while you wrapped yours around his bottom lip. This was how he usually kissed you, taking his own time with each lip before he kissed you regularly. It was your favorite and you never had to tell him for him to know this. You let go of his forearms and gripped his jacket, squeezing the fabric as his lips massaged yours.

He pulled away from your top lip carefully, your lips sticking together for a moment. You almost whined at the feeling. He moved his lips back between yours, your lips encasing his as you kissed him passionately. “Love you.” You murmured when he pulled away to begin kissing your bottom lip.

He wrapped his lips around your bottom lip, his top lip pushing against yours a little more roughly than before. You jumped just a little, pushing yourself closer to him. Danny pushed your leg with his, making you spread your legs as he pushed his knee inbetween you to get closer. You couldn’t help but push yourself down onto his knee, the friction making you moan. Danny smiled and pulled away for a moment. “I know you do, kid,” He whispered back, his voice raspy and low. “Love you too.”

You smiled back and he dropped his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you again— hard. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing your tongue against his lips to get him to open his mouth. Danny chuckled at this, squeezing your side before allowing you to slide your tongue against his.

“Danny,” Seth spoke, making your heart stop. Danny pulled away from you but kept his hands on your waist as he turned his head towards his friend. “Cam wants to see you.”

Your heart sank and you grabbed Danny’s collar tightly while your thumbs rubbed at the back of his neck. Danny sighed and let go of you, pulling his knee away and standing up. You sighed softly.

“Come on.” Danny turned to you, wiping his lips off with the back of his hand. You followed this action instinctively, suddenly feeling embarrassed and ashamed for having kissed your boyfriend at a party when anyone could have seen (and probably did). “You don’t have to go in the room just come with me so you’re not alone out here.”

“Hey, I could watch her for ya,” Seth chirped, a smirk playing on his lips. “She won’t be alone.”

You looked at Seth anxiously and back at Danny with unreadable eyes. Danny raised his eyebrows and held out his hand. “Now.” He ignored Seth’s comment and spoke firmly to you, making you gulp and stand up, placing your hand in his as you followed him to Cam’s place.

You climbed the stairs and within a few seconds you were walking into a warm room. You shut the door behind you and Danny let go of your hand. “Just sit here and I’ll be out in a sec— shouldn’t take long.”

You nodded and sat on the chair, watching as he opened the door and exclaimed once he walked inside. “Hey, man. Seth told me you wanted to see me?” He looked back at you and you nodded before he shut the door. You could hear the two men in there talking as if you were in the room with them.

The words being said made your stomach flip and tears burned your eyes. You hated that Danny was affiliated with shit like this and no matter how many times you begged him to get out of it, he refused. You wiped at your cheek and felt anger rise up in your chest.

A few minutes go by before the door opened and a man walked in. He noticed you right away, making you squirm nervously. You wiped away your tears instantly, sitting up straighter as you sniffled. He was clearly confused and wanted to ask, but he didn’t. Instead he nodded at you with a small smile and walked straight to the room Cam and your boyfriend were in. Your heart raced in fear.

“You gonna put that in your paper, Danny?” The man asked upon opening the door, making the two men quiet. You gulped and leaned forward, trying to get a look inside. He stood there in the doorway, blocking your view from seeing either Cameron or Danny.

Danny laughed. “Hey, man.”

“Well, look who’s here,” Cameron spoke. “The return of the soldier.”

The words made you shiver and it took you a few moments to realize the man that had just walked in was Derek. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt the tears back in your eyes.

Derek ignored Cameron’s comment, instead turning to his little brother. “What are you doing here, Danny?”

“Come on, man, you knew I had to check it out,” Danny chuckled dryly. “You knew I was gonna come.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Let the kid alone, Derek. He knows when to go to bed.” Cameron spoke deeply. You felt uncomfortable and wanted to go home. You folded your arms in frustration and leaned back against your chair.

“Go wait outside.” Derek said.

“Come on, Der, I’m not doing anything.” Danny explained, shrugging. You heard his arms fall back into his lap. His response to Derek only made you more angry, your eyes rolling at your boyfriend.

“Come on, there’s this little girl out here crying and she looks like she’s waiting,” Derek mentioned, your heart stopping nervously. You nearly groaned when he mentioned you crying.

“Okay, well I gotta check out.” Danny sighed.

“Go easy on her.” Cameron joked. His words made your stomach flip and you wanted to throw up.

“Alright,” Danny laughed. You leaned forward just in time to see your boyfriend walking past Derek, stopping when he grabbed his arm. Danny looked up at him and you nearly jumped out of your seat to grab your boyfriend.

“Wait for me right outside.” He said softly. He let go of his arm and Danny walked past him and straight to you. You rolled your eyes and watched as his face contorted in confusion. You stood up and stormed to the door, slamming it open and walking out with Danny right at your heels.

“Yo,” Danny called, jogging down the steps to catch up with you. Anger clouded your eyes and the more tears threatened to spill. You finally stopped at the bottom of the stairs, Danny nearly colliding with your body. “What’s your problem?” He asked softly.

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Derek told you not to come tonight?”

“Yeah, but so what? He’s not the boss of me, (Y/N). I wanted to check it out.” He repeated, gesturing around them at the large group of people. You shook your head. “Is that why you’re mad? Seriously?”

“No,” You said. “Well, yes, but I’m mad that you dragged me here when you knew I didn’t want to come and you weren’t even supposed to be here. I’m mad that you’re friends with that racist piece of shit and I’m mad that you left me alone when you promised me you wouldn’t.”

Danny sighed and rolled his eyes. “He’s not my dad, you know. I don’t have to listen to him and I don’t have to listen to you, either.”

“Oh my god, you’re not even listening to me!” You exclaimed in frustration. Danny laughed sarcastically.

“Yes I am! I’m listening to you even though you’re being crazy right now and crying over dumb shit!”

“You’re such an ass.” You muttered, shaking your head. You turned to walk away but he grabbed your arm. “Stop.”

“No,” Danny snapped. “You can be mad at me all you want but you’re staying here with me where I can see you. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You laughed in shock, making Danny’s face drop. “So it’s fine for you to worry about me and not want me to get hurt but when I do it, I’m crazy? Fuck you, Danny.”

“Fuck you.” He replied. You pushed past him and sat down on the couch forcefully, the same couch you two had just made out on, the energy completely different. Danny continued to stand there, leaning on the staircase as he looked at the party. Neither of you spoke to each other, just stayed there in silence as Seth’s screaming rang in your ears as he sang in the microphone.

After about ten minutes, Derek rushed out the door, making you and Danny turn your heads. Seth ran up to him and met him halfway, grabbing him as he tried to walk away. “Where’s Cameron?” He asked loudly. “Where the fuck is he?”

Derek pushed him off and began walking. Danny leaned off the staircase to watch him. You stood up to watch, too.

“Hey, Derek!” A girl yelled. Danny cursed under his breath.

“Stay away from me, Stacey,” He ordered. “Danny!” He yelled, causing Danny to turn back at you and grab your hand. You interlocked your fingers immediately, following as he rushed towards his big brother. Nerves filled your entire body and you felt like getting sick.

Stacey’s screaming went in one ear and out the other as the two of you squeezed past people and walked as fast as you could to get to Derek. “Hey, Danny!” Derek screamed. Danny pushed past three dudes, more eager than ever. “Hey, Danny! Come on!”

Derek’s eyes were trained on the both of you as you were just inches away from him before Seth stormed up to him as he pointed a gun at him. “Where the fuck are you going?” He screamed. Derek turned around and Danny stopped dead in his tracks, making you run into his back.

“Danny.” You whispered, fear climbing in your throat. Danny pushed you behind him, his arm around you. You pressed yourself as close to him as you could, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your hands as you dug your face into his back. Danny wrapped his other arm around himself, his left hand around your back to press you against him and his right hand on your head sweetly.

“Seth!” Danny screamed. You could feel his heart racing through his back. You snaked an arm under his armpit to hold his chest, your hand covering his heart as if to slow it down somehow.

“You make me fucking sick!” Seth growled.

“Seth!” Danny screamed again. Tears fell from your eyes at the terror in your heart and Danny’s voice. “Put down the fucking gun!”

Stacey screamed for Seth to shoot him and more people began to follow. “Seth!” Danny screamed louder. He let go of you and pushed you back further into a group of people to protect you and ran towards his brother.

“Danny!” You screamed, your voice trembling and your face soaked with tears.

“Seth! Seth!” Danny screamed harshly, his voice cracking. You let out another cry for him in return.

Seth inched closer to Derek every second. Your heart felt as if it was going to burst. Danny ran behind Seth, making him turn his head in surprise. Derek grabbed his wrist as soon as he looked away from him, making Seth fall to the ground and shoot the gun towards the dark but well lit sky. Seth groaned in pain and Derek grabbed the gun from his hold.

“Danny! Danny, please!” You begged, sobbing in the corner fifteen feet away from your boyfriend. Danny was out of breath and was standing up from where he was crouching when the gun went off. He didn’t even seem to hear you.

“Back up! Back up!” Derek repeated, pointing at anyone who tried to get too close to him. You watched nervously as Seth sat on the ground inches away from your boyfriend. He backed up and began to run, continuing to point the gun. He finally turned his back and ran out of sight.

You looked back at Danny as you panted nervously. He looked angry and lost and he looked over at you for not even a second before running towards you. You ran towards him, trying to get to him faster. He grabbed at your wrist tightly and pulled you along as he followed Derek.

You hissed in pain but stayed silent, running as fast as you could to keep up. You saw Derek at the street across from where you and Danny were. He threw the gun and bullets in two seperate trashcans. As he walked past a storage unit door, Danny let go of your hand and sprinted towards Derek. “Hey!” Derek yelled in surprise.

You ran over to them as Danny pushed his older brother against the door. “Fuck you! Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?” His voice was hoarse from screaming Seth’s name so many times. He grabbed Derek’s collar and kept slamming him against the door.

“Let go,” You tried, grabbing at the back of Danny’s jacket. He pulled away from you. “Danny, what the fuck are you doing? Let go!” You yelled angerly.

“Danny, easy! Danny, Danny- relax. Relax. Danny, take it easy, Dan! Take it easy!” Derek yelled, trying to push him off of him.

You let out a sob when Danny let go and stepped back. He didn’t seem to notice but if he did, he didn’t care.

“I fucking hate you, Der!” Danny exclaimed. You sighed in frustration, reaching for your boyfriend’s jacket again. He shrugged you off once more, making you sniffle.

“Alright, alright— shh. I mean it.” Derek shushed him, looking around nervously. This only made you more nervous and you started to look around yourself.

Danny grabbed at his collar once more, slamming him back against the storage locker. “Huh? Huh?”

“Come on, shut up! Shut up!” Derek yelled.

“Daniel!” You snapped, grabbing his arm tightly, making sure your nails dug into his skin on purpose. You were angry— angrier than you had ever been at him.

He let go of Derek and grabbed him again. “What’s happened to you, Der?” He slammed him one more time. He was out of breath and seemed to be more sad than angry. You kept your hold on his arm but loosened it once he repeated his question tearfully. “What’s happened to you, Der?”

“Hey.” You whispered, grabbing his arm with both hands to try to pull him away from Derek and towards you. They stood in silence for a second, just staring at each other. Danny shoved him again. You let go of him, grabbing at your hair in frustration. Derek just leaned back against the door, panting and staring down at Danny.

Danny dropped his hands to his sides and looked away for a moment before looking at his brother in hurt. “Come on.” Derek said, tapping his shoulder and pulling him into his side as they walked. You wiped your nose with your sleeve and followed at the nod of Derek’s head, motioning for you to come too. You walked in silence and you felt angry and upset and your heart twisted in your chest.

The three of you walked to a random place in town, the nearest place with bleachers to sit on, you assumed. You climbed up and when Danny sat down and looked up at you with sad and hopeful eyes, you felt the tears coming back. You sat down on the other side of Derek instead. Danny laughed sarcastically. “So fucked.”

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to see that tonight, I told you not to come.” Derek snapped back.

“Fuck you, man.” Danny’s tone was tired and sounded defeated. Your heart squeezed in pain. “That was so fucked up.”

“I know, I know,” Derek sighed. “It wasn’t supposed to happen that way, alright?

“That was fucked up— that’s all there is to it.” Danny covered his face in his hands, his voice muffled and cracked. You stifled a sob and turned your head to face the other way so neither of the boys would see your tears.

“That’s not what I planned, it just all went to shit. To shit.. totally out of control.”

Danny lifted his head up. “What’s fucking happened to you, man?” He murmered once again. Derek sighed. This time you couldn’t hold in the upcoming sob. The three of you stayed quiet for a while.

“I’m sorry.” Derek whispered, placing a hand on his little brother’s back and then on your head, rubbing your hair around messily. You sniffled and wiped your nose with the side of your hand. “Really.”

Danny sighed and looked over at him before he let his eyes travel over to you. His watery eyes softened upon meeting yours. “Come here.” He mouthed. He tried to whisper it but nothing came out. You shook your head nervously as more tears fell. “Come here, baby.” He spoke this time.

Derek patted your head encouragingly. You stood up and began to climb over the bleachers below you to get to your boyfriend. Danny stood up and grabbed your hand to help you climb. He wrapped a hand around your neck and lifted your head up to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Your lips quivered and the terror of the whole event rushed through you again, making you sob. Danny shushed you and pulled you into him quickly, his arms around you as tightly as possible. His hands rubbed up and down your clothed back as he pressed soft kisses on your cheek. “I’m sorry, okay? You’re okay. I’m right here. I’m sorry.” He whispered in your ear.

You tightened your arms around him at this, crying harder as you dug your face into the crook of his neck. His hand went up to the back of your head to cradle you, shushing you as you cried. You pulled away after a few more minutes.

Danny’s heart ached as he looked at your features. Your eyes were red, swollen, and wet and your lips were puffy. Your cheeks were a pretty flush of pink and he couldn’t help but run his thumb over it adoringly. “Love you.” He said.

You smiled and placed your small hands along each side of his face as he had done to you about an hour earlier. “I love you.” You replied. Danny pushed a piece of hair that stuck to your wet cheek behind your ear and leaned in to kiss you.

Despite the moment being soft and loving, he kissed you roughly and passionately as if he was pouring every ounce of love for you out. You stood on your toes to kiss him harder and show him what he was showing you. Danny reached down and grabbed the flesh of your ass to help you meet him without straining. You moaned quietly and pulled away for breath. Danny panted, his hot breath hitting your face.

His hands remained on your ass, each hand holding a handful of your skin. “Wait—” You realized, your face turning white as you went to pull away from him when you realized Derek was still there. Danny shook his head and pulled you back towards him. “But Derek—”

“He left. It’s just us. It’s okay.” Danny reassured you. He let you pull back just enough to turn around and look— Derek nowhere to be found. Danny squeezed your ass again, pressing you closer to his front. “It’s just us.” He repeated, voice more firm and soft.

You looked back up at your boyfriend, the dark look in his hooded eyes making you gulp. You looked at his swollen lips before pushing yourself even closer to his body, gasping when you felt his hard cock press against your thigh. He hissed at the sudden touch and you grabbed his neck and pulled him down harshly to meet your lips.

Danny smirked against your lips and kissed you back, his hands squeezing your ass one more time before moving to the back of your thighs where he tapped twice. You pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes. “Do you want me to fall?” You asked, making him laugh.

“You’re not going to fall. Trust me.” He rolled his head at your overthinking. When you didn’t reply, he looked down at you. You licked your lips nervously and more blood rushed south of him. “Jump.” He whispered.

You looked back up and felt your core tighten around nothing at his dark eyes and heavy voice. You jumped and he caught you immediately, his hands on your ass as he held you. Your legs wrapped around his middle and you didn’t hesitate to lean down and press your lips back against his.

Danny breathed heavily, his arms tightening on you as he turned and laid you down on the cold metal bleachers. You hissed at the temperature and Danny hovered over you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s cold..” You admitted shyly. Danny laughed and slid off his jacket before placing it underneath of you. “That’s better. My baby’s so good to me.” You smiled, running your finger down his chest.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.” He whined, making you giggle. “I’m not a baby.”

You slid your hands underneath his shirt, biting your lip when you felt his warm skin. Danny hissed at your cold hands and recoiled for a second. “You’re mine.” You said anyway, sneaking your hands along the edge of his boxers.

“Yeah?” He asked. You nodded slowly. “Good. You’re mine.” Danny whispered back, his hands brushing at your hair. “All mine.”

He leaned down to press soft kisses along your neck, making you gasp. Your hands gripped the top of his pants and underwear, your fingers curled down into his boxers. You tangled your fingertips into his pubic hair and pressed your skin to his pelvis for warmth. “Fuck.” Danny hissed.

“All mine,” You repeated. “You’re mine, Danny. And I’m yours. Always.”

Danny lifted his head from your neck, nearly moaning when you gripped the base of his dick. “Always. You’re mine and I’m yours, baby.”

“Fuck, I love you.” You laughed, leaning up as far as you could to press a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back softly and he leaned his head back when you began to kiss along his neck. Your hand tightened around his cock. His breath hitched. “Daniel, I love you.” You whispered to yourself this time, your heart swelling as you looked at your man above you.

Danny leaned back down to press a long kiss to your lips, pushing you slightly to get you to lay back down on his jacket. “I love you too, babe.” He sat up to pull off his shirt, nodding down towards yours. “Take your shit off, kid.”

Sleeping Positions with BTS

Seokjin:

He often sleeps on his back and likes to have something in his arms. Most of the time, this is you. You usually sleep with your head rested on his chest, curled into his body as possible. He runs his hands through your hair, toying with it, but it always flops down onto the mattress lazily when he finally falls asleep. When he’s on tour or unable to be with you for some reason, you’re replaced with RJ.

Yoongi:

Yoongi often sleeps with his arms crossed or folded between his legs— he just feels comfortable like that. When he does, you just curl up to him and usually dip your head into the crook of his neck which has always fit like a puzzle piece. He never minds your touchy-ness and in actually welcomes it.

Hoseok:

Because of the hair habit his mother started, he usually sleeps on your chest so you can play with his hair and run your fingertips along his skin until he falls asleep. You like the extra weight on you and it makes you feel more safe than any other position.

Namjoon:

He just goes with whatever you’re feeling, honestly. He doesn’t really mind. If you want to sleep on your side, he’s ready to spoon you. If you’re cold, he’s ready to hold you on top of him. If you’re emotional or if you just had a fight, he usually holds you in his arms and you two lay there until you fall asleep. He respects you when you want space or are hot and don’t want to cuddle, even if its hard for him not to grab your hand at the very least. He’s flexible and is willing to do whatever, as long as you both can sleep well.

Jimin:

Jimin loves to spoon you, and loves to be spooned. It just depends on the day and how work has gone for the both of you. Sometimes you argue because you want him to hold you but he just wants to be held after a long day and one of you just has to make a sacrifice. It’s rare for either of you to be sleeping on your back or stomach, it’s mostly your sides and because of that, your go-to is spooning.

Taehyung:

Taehyung has to have something in his arms to sleep. You curl into his body tightly with your face against his chest, your arms around his torso, and your arms intertwined with him. When he turns, you turn. You’re not going anywhere at night.

Jeongguk:

He doesn’t give a shit— he just wants to sleep. When he falls asleep on his stomach, you cuddle with him from his side. When he’s on his back, you lay your head on his chest and with your hand under his shirt because he mentioned he liked it once. When he’s on his side, you’re cuddling him if you’re not making him cuddle you. No matter what position this kid is in, you’re cuddling regardless.

Help | Carl Gallagher

“He was eye fucking the shit out of you— did you just expect me to not do anything?” Carl yelled, his blood boiling. He wiped at his nose, the dark blood staining his hand. “You’re pissing me off, (Y/N). I was protecting you.”

You shook your head, staying silent as you pushed him down so he’d sit on the toilet seat. This only angered Carl more. He watched as you wet the towel in the sink with cold water so you could wash his face. “Carl..” You mumbled quietly, sighing in frustration. You turned off the water and stood between his open legs.

“I’m fine, I don’t need you to help me,” He hissed, leaning back away from your body. You grabbed his shirt to pull him closer, and he snatched at your hand. “I’m fine!” He repeated, throwing your hand at your side when he managed to pry your fingers off of the fabric of his collar. You tripped and nearly fell into the bathtub, your chest heaving and the wet cloth forgotten and fallen to the floor.

You looked up at Carl, who gulped and breathed heavily as he looked back down at you in silence. He had a small spot of skin that was showing from where you had wiped at it before he shoved you off of him. Your eyes burned with tears, and you bit your lip before looking away. Carl sighed heavily when you stood up. He grabbed at his hair in anger while you grabbed the towel and threw it at his chest.

“Then take care of yourself, you little shit,” You yelled, sniffling. “Thanks for caring about me and protecting me, but I’d like it if you stayed out of trouble, you know! You just got out and they’re going to send you back if you do stupid shit like” You motioned to his bloody face and hand. “This.”

Carl furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed. “I never asked you to take care of me in the first place, (Y/N)! And I don’t even know why you’re being paranoid about me being sent back, babe it’s not going to happen. Everything is fine; nothing is going to happen. Just stop freaking out and trust me, for fuck’s sake!” He screamed back, grabbing the cloth off his chest and walking in front of the mirror.

“I’m your girlfriend, Carl, that’s what I do— I take care of you. Just like you tried to take care of me, dipshit. It’s the exact same. And for the record, you don’t know shit about shit. You can’t tell the future and neither can I, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. My fucking bad if I don’t want my boyfriend getting in trouble with the cops again— how crazy and selfish of me!”

“(Y/N), that’s different.” Carl rolled his eyes, scrubbing rather harshly at his bloody face. You wanted to tell him to be gentle, but you decided against it and figured he’d figure it out himself when he broke out the next day.

You just nodded, done with the conversation at this point. “Sure, Carl. Whatever you say. I’m going to bed.” You spoke quietly, slamming the bathroom door as you walked out. You walked into Carl’s bedroom and crawled into the bed, curling into yourself as you shut the light off. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you pulled the covers up to your chin.

You sniffled and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t. So you just laid awake with a heavy heart and a head full of what-ifs; what if Carl did go back to jail? What if this time he got a longer sentence? What if you wouldn’t be able to see him again for years, all because he was careless, or stupid, or was trying to protect you?

The door creaked open, making your heart jump. You quickly shut your eyes and bit your lips to avoid sobs from coming out. You hoped Carl wouldn’t notice your wet cheeks, or how you were still awake. You always hated showing emotion during fights with him.

The bed dipped, and you felt him shuffle next to you. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you prayed he didn’t notice how irregular your breathing was. Your heart dropped, however, when he turned his back to you and pulled the blankets up to his shoulders. He always did this when you two fought, but it still hurt everytime. You were about to tell yourself to be strong and not cry, when the front door slammed open downstairs.

“Carl, get your fucking ass down here!” Mickey yelled, making the both of you jump. Carl sat up and looked back at you in confusion, seeing you had the same expression, before the two of you rushed down the stairs. He stopped at the end of the stairs, you right behind him. “You fucking owe me, Gallagher.”

Mickey had a small cut on his eyebrow and a bruise starting to form on his cheekbone. “What are you talking about?” Carl asked. You wrapped your hand around Carl’s bicep, pushing him to the side a little to see Mickey better.

“What the hell happened to you?” You chirped.

“That little fucker from earlier. You’re welcome.” Mickey replied.

“What?”

“The little fucker you beat up for looking at your girl— he was telling everyone he was gonna press charges,” He shrugged. “So I took care of it.”

You laughed sarcastically, tapping Carl’s arm a few times before pushing past him to drag Mickey into the kitchen. Carl sighed. “Mick, you didn’t have to do that. I would of taken care of it.” He said, trailing behind the two of you. His voice was soft and quiet, embarrassment and guilt apparent.

“What’s it matter now? It’s over with. Just know you owe me.”

You opened a beer and slid it to him as he sat at the kitchen table, lifting his head up for you to clean off the blood from his eyebrow.

Carl’s heart sunk. Mickey was the toughest guy he knew, and he had no problem letting you clean his face off after a fight. Not to mention the fact that you had been right; if Mickey hadn’t taken care of him, he would of pressed charges and Carl would of gone back to jail.

He sat at the counter and waited for you to be done with his brother in law before pulling at your shirt. “Carl—” You muttered, stopping when he grabbed your head and shoved it in his neck. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him, pressing a kiss to your head. You gulped in shock, biting your lip to contain the tears.

“You’re right. It was stupid and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t let you help me, and I’m sorry I punched that little bitch. I’m sorry, okay? I should of listened.” He spoke softly in your hair, his tone gentle like it always was when he felt shitty after a fight.

“Thank you for protecting me in the first place,” You whispered against his shoulder, running a hand through his hair. “But you gotta chill out, babe. One of these times you’re really gonna get in trouble.”

Back Home | Lip Gallagher

You slipped your coat on, rolling your eyes as the dumbass boy from your Calculus class called after you. “(Y/N), come on. It was a joke! I didn’t mean it— come back.” You laughed bitterly at this, trying to keep your tears in.

“Fuck off, Marcus.” You muttered, flipping him off before pushing the doors open.

So much for a fun night.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you stood in the cold, your body shivering and already covered in goosebumps. You were four blocks from your house, and now that you had walked out, you didn’t have a ride. Your only option was to walk so you got to steppin’.

Tears stung your eyes as your brain became overwhelmed and scattered with thoughts. If you had gone with Lip like the two of you had originally planned months before, it would of never went like this. You wouldn’t be walking home with mascara running down your face in the middle of winter during prom, that would of never been an option with Lip.

You sniffled and wiped at your face, unable to see clearly at this point. As you stood at the curb waiting for the car to pass, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned, seeing a tall and thin shadow jogging in your direction. Seeing the car turn, you carefully walked across the street, starting to get closer and closer to your house. You noticed the footsteps behind you were continuing, making you turn around once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you made eye contact with the jogger in the dark, your heart hammering in your chest. “(Y/N)?” The redhead spoke softly, jogging to catch up with you. He stopped beside you, smiling and looking at you. “I haven’t seen you in a while but you look great! What are you doing out here?”

You smiled, Ian’s words making your heart flutter. You were the closest to Ian— the first Gallagher you had actually met. It was him who introduced you to Lip and he was more than supportive of your relationship, but he was also the most disappointed when you ended things.

“Just walking home,” You spoke quickly, not wanting to talk about the topic too much if at all. “I missed you. You look great too, look at you— you’re filling out and shit!” You motioned towards his biceps that were covered tightly by his t-shirt. He was soaked with sweat and was panting, and you couldn’t help but smile when he tried to suppress it as he spoke to you.

“Thanks. Training— got to stay in tact, you know?” Ian chuckled, making you nod. You laughed as well, shivering slightly when a breeze suddenly brushed over the two of you. Ian didn’t move, appreciating the coldness but when he looked at you more carefully he noticed you were wearing a dress with a thin coat.

Not to mention the blackness on your cheeks and undereyes. You had been crying.

“Hey,” Ian spoke softly, making you look up at him with soft eyes. “I was making my way home, need a shower and should probably study a little while I’m at it. Do you want to come over? I know it’s been a little bit, but..”

You gulped, your heart hammering in your chest. “As much as I’d like that, Ian, I—”

“He won’t be home tonight.” Ian interrupted, his voice quiet and gentle. You sighed and bit your lip, thinking over it for a moment before nodding. The two of you continued the walk together in silence until he spoke up. “What’s the dress for?”

“Prom.” You sighed heavily, making Ian snort.

“You went to prom? Since when do you go to shit like that? And since when do you wear anything besides jeans?” Ian laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“Marcus Greene asked me to go with him and I figured maybe it would.. I don’t know— just been getting myself out there more, I guess.” You answered vaguely. Ian nodded.

“Isn’t prom supposed to end at like, 11?” He asked. You nodded softly, making him furrow his eyebrows and lift his left hand up to check his watch. “But it’s only 8:47.”

You shrugged, gulping. “Just wasn’t working.” You laughed sarcastically, making Ian sigh.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). Hey, is it okay if I stop by Mick’s real quick to grab my bookbag? I left it there this morning.”

You nodded, smiling at the mention of Mickey Milkovich. You absolutely loved Mickey. You used to have a thing with Mandy in middle school and you became extremely close to Mickey in the process. When things ended, you remained close friends with the both of them with no problems or awkwardness.

After the breakup, you hadn’t seen much of either of them. Mickey was hardly ever at school, and that’s just how it’s always been. But Mandy kind of just disappeared after Karen got hit, and although you knew why she hadn’t come back or reached out, you wished she would even if it was just to say hi.

“Of course.”

“Okay, thanks. You can go to mine if you want and wait for me— I know it’s cold. The front door should be unlocked.”

You nodded approvingly, smiling at him as you crossed the street to walk to his house as he continued straight to Mickey’s house. You reached out to touch the familiar metal fence, your lip twitching as you pushed it open. You sighed heavily after shutting it, looking up at the blue house.

Your heart stopped and your breath got caught in your throat. Lip was sitting on the porch with a cigarette in hand, his eyes already locked on you. You licked your lips nervously as your eyes trailed over him— he was wearing a suit and his hair was done the way you had always begged him to do. It was your favorite.

The sight alone made your heart plummet and your stomach sink. “I’m here for Ian.” You blurted, your eyes still locked with his. It seemed impossible to look away no matter how badly you wanted to.

Lip took a small drag before breathing it out, his tongue poking out to wet his chapped lips. “He’s not here.” He mumbled, finally breaking the eye contact. Your eyes burned when he looked down at his finished cigarette, his eyebrows furrowed as he held in the smoke. “Why are you in a dress?” He asked disgustedly as he threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

You were taken aback by his tone, but you ignored it. “I know, he’s at Mickey’s to grab his book bag. He told me to come here and wait for him because I was cold.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Lip wiped his hands on his pants, looking at you up and down once more, his face filled with utter confusion. “Probably because you’re in a dress,” He repeated. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, looking him up and down as well. “Why are you in a suit?” You shivered at how nasty the words came out.

“Prom.” He answered coolly.

“Prom.” You repeated, motioning to yourself. He nodded in understanding before looking behind you. You turned, seeing Ian walking towards you.

“Shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry. He told me he wouldn’t be home until late tonight.” He whispered to you. He tossed the book bag onto his shoulders and wrapped his arm around you, rubbing at you softly. The physical contact made you tear up immediately and you stayed silent as Ian walked the two of you up to the house. Lip moved out of the way and watched the two of you walk in.

As soon as he shut the door behind you, you held a sob. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Shh.” Ian whispered, rubbing at your shoulders as he guided you out of the doorway and onto the stairs.

You trudged up the steps with heavy legs and wet eyes, shivering slightly as the two of you walked into the bedroom the three teenage boys shared. Ian guided you towards his bed, shutting the door behind him. You let out another sob, making the young boy in the room gasp at your presence.

“(Y/N)!” Carl squeaked, making you jump. You looked over, seeing him sitting on his bed with Liam and action figures. Before you could reply, his smile had dropped and his lips were turned into a frown. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled softly at the boy, wiping at your face. “Hey, buddy.” You ignored the question like it was nothing even though your heart felt like it was on fire.

“Are you back home now?” He asked, voice full of hope. The way he had worded it made you sob even harder, Ian sighing. Home. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say, and Ian didn’t either, but thankfully he spoke up.

“Look, (Y/N/N)’s not having a good night and I have to go take a quick shower. Will you keep her company and make sure Lip doesn’t come in?” He asked, running a hand through your hair as he spoke to the teenager across the room. Carl’s eyebrows furrowed, but knew better than to ask questions. He nodded. “Great. I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and an old shirt from his drawers before leaving the bedroom, leaving you alone with Carl and Liam. “Do you want to hold Liam? He said your name the other day; he misses you.” Carl asked.

Sniffling, you nodded, sitting up properly while Carl walked to the bed with the toddler. You smiled when Liam squealed, his legs kicking the air while he was being passed to you. Your heart soared and you couldn’t help but pull him close to you. You had been with Lip for all of Liam’s life so being away from him for months has definitely taken a toll on you. He hadn’t grown too much, but he sure did some way or another.

“Hi, baby!” You cooed, pulling him away so you could press a kiss to his cheek. He giggled at this, reaching for your necklace like usual. “I missed you!” You squealed, lifting the boy into the air.

“Did you miss me, too?” Carl piped, making you set Liam down on your lap. You smiled, your eyes still watery and smeared with mascara.

“How could I not?” You replied, pulling him closer to press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled, sitting beside you to help you tickle Liam- his head rising when the door swung open. You, too, looked up- your smile dropping when you saw Lip standing in the doorway. Carl frowned, “Go.”

Lip snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. “You go. I want to talk to (Y/N).” His words were firm but his voice was soft. You gulped, your body tensing up. Lip looked at you once again, his eyes gentle and sad. 

“No,” Carl scoffed. “Ian specifically told me not to let you in while she’s here, and she’s already sad, so just leave her alone- Jesus.” 

Lip sighed heavily, rubbing at his face before dropping his hands. They dipped into his pockets. “I’m not gonna hurt her- promise. I just want to talk.” Carl sighed, looking over at you for conformation. You thought for a moment before nodding, Carl taking Liam from you before leaving the two of you alone. “Thanks, man.”

You tried to tear your eyes off of him as you watched him shut the door but you couldn’t. He turned around, taking a look around the room before deciding to sit at the chair underneath the loft bed. You sat up straighter, wiping at your face with the back of your hands nervously. Lip started swaying in the chair, his chest pressed against the back of it while his chin rested on the top of the chair. You swallowed anxiously when your eyes met, your heart racing in your chest.

You had never felt this way around Lip Gallagher before but you absolutely hated it.

“Who did you go with?” He spoke up, his voice low and quiet. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, your stomach stinking. You stayed quiet for a few moments before clearing your throat. “Marcus Greene,” Lip nodded silently before you cracked your fingers nervously. “What about you?”

“Some girl paid me 50 bucks to pretend to be her boyfriend at the prom so she could make her ex jealous- they were making out within ten goddamn minutes, so,” He shook his head, making you laugh. He reached into his pockets and pulled out cash, waving it in the air. “Still got paid, too.”

“Wow, you were there for ten minutes and still got 50 bucks?” Lip nodded. “Lucky you.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. It instantly became awkward, the silence becoming almost unbearable after three whole minutes (it felt more like ten). 

“Hey,” Lip whispered, making you look up at him. “It’s only a quarter till’ 10, we still got a little while. I mean, you’re dressed, I’m dressed. We have tickets.. It’d be kind of a waste not to go, don’t you think?”

You smiled. You knew he didn’t care about prom or the money going to waste or any of it. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, it would be a waste, wouldn’t it?” 

“Yeah, but not with you. Nothing with you is a waste.”

Practice for You | Ron Weasley

Ron knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. You had been off for the past few weeks, and it was really starting to worry him. He had asked you about it a few times, but after you stormed off with tears in your eyes last week, he decided not to push you any further. Instead, he’d just stay by your side and listen when you were ready to confide in him.

“Hey, you.” Ron whispered softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You snapped your head up, his presence pulling you out of your own head. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your heart fluttering when he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hey.” You replied with a small voice, your cheeks heating up when you felt his hand began to move in small, comforting circles.

“Do you wanna hang out tonight? Hermione is helping Harry study for something, and he probably won’t be back until late. We can watch movies, if you want.” Ron smiled down at you, his smile fading slowly as he noticed your facial expression.

Your stomach twisted at his words and you gulped, trying to figure out what to say. You backed away from your boyfriend nervously, his hand falling from your back. Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to open his mouth to speak, but you already started. “I think—”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Draco called from down the hallway. You turned around to look at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach. Ron reached out and grabbed your elbow, pulling you closer to him. You let him pull you back, and you let him hold you against his side. “How’s the practice going, Y/L/N?”

Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at you in confusion. “Practice? Practice for what?”

Draco gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes. Your heart was starting to pound in your chest, and you just wanted to scream. You wished you would of locked that damn door. “You don’t know? Wow, Weasley. Some boyfriend you are.”

Ron’s blood boiled and he poked at his cheek with his tongue, not even noticing his grip on your waist was tightening. He may not have noticed, but you definitely did.

“Have you not noticed how much time she’s been spending with Longbottom, or did you just not care? Cause’ if I was her boyfriend, I most definitely would of done something about it,” Draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I guess we’re different, aren’t we, Weasley?”

Ron scoffed at his words. “Yeah, we are different. I don’t get jealous as easy as you, because I know my place to Y/N and I know where our relationship stands. She’s allowed to have friends, you know? Besides, you and I both know who Neville is and he’s the sweetest guy on this damn planet, so I really don’t know who you’re trying to fool, here.”

Your eyes began to fill up with tears, and your hand traveled to the one gripping at your hip. You used all your might to pry his fingers apart, and once he got the hint, he allowed you to slide your fingers in between his— squeezing them tightly when your hands were held together. He didn’t know what you wanted to say or what was going through your mind, but he knew you wanted to say something.

“Hey, I never said he wasn’t a good guy,” Draco shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just saying. If my girlfriend would be sneaking around to dance with another dude three bloody times a week, I’d be pretty upset— but maybe that’s just me.”

You felt Ron’s hand slip from yours, and he pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. Seeing your teary eyes and blotched cheeks, he just assumed you were guilty of doing just what Draco said. Ron stood there silently, his chest aching and his fists clenched as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it. See you around!” Draco smirked, walking past them to leave the two alone in the hallway.

“Ron—” You tried, your voice breaking and becoming weak within seconds. Your heart broke when Ron laughed sarcastically, shaking his head while looking at you up and down.

“Don’t try to come by tonight,” He snarled, making the tears finally fall from your eyes. You went to reach out your hand to pull at his robes, but he pushed your hand away harshly. “Stop. Just go, will you? Why don’t you go find your little boyfriend and dance with him some more.”

His words pierced your heart, and you stepped closer to him but he just pushed right past you, pushing his shoulder into yours as he passed you. You let out a small sob, turning around to watch him as he walked down the hall. “Ron!”

You had tried to talk to him since this morning, but he refused to talk to you. You sat in your seat in potions class, staring at him with a heavy heart and swollen eyes. He turned to look at you, catching your eyes. Your breath hitched, and you went to smile, but he just glared at you before turning away. You felt your heart crush again.

When class ended, you hurried to grab your things to catch up with Ron. You might of made it, too, if Neville didn’t stand in your way with that heartwarming smile plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N,” He cheered, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “We still on for tonight? I think this might be the last practice, considering how well you’re doing.”

You looked past his shoulder, catching eyes with Ron. He looked like he just got stabbed in the heart a million times. You expected him to run away, but he kept his eyes glued on the two of you. You gulped and looked back at Neville, who was waiting patiently for your response. “Y-yeah, sure. Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great! I’ll see you at seven, then?” He asked, making you nod. He smiled at you once more before turning around and walking towards the door. “Oh, hey, Ron!” He waved on his way out. Ron just stared at him, watching as he skipped out of the classroom.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt your breathing quicken when Ron started storming towards you. His eyes were dark and sad, and his face was tight. “You’re mental, you know that? Absolutely mental!”

You sighed in frustration. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about; you don’t understand!”

Ron smirked, the expression so cold it made you shiver. “I understand everything very clearly. Now it’s your turn to understand— we’re over.”

His words made your stop in your tracks. Your eyes widened, and your heart fell to your stomach. Your grip on your books tightened, your lip trapped between your teeth to stop your tears from falling. Ron grinned at your reaction, making things a million times harder for you.

You stood there in silence, watching as he shook his head at you in disapproval, his pretty eyes watery and angry. Your mouth was agape, and all you wanted was to chase after him and tell him the truth— but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You just watched him as he left you alone in the classroom, wiping a few tears off of his cheeks before walking in the hallway.

You had eventually brought yourself back to reality a few hours later, and you were just angry at this point. You wished he would of just listened to you; you wished he would of just trusted you and stayed instead of running away.

You entered the Common Rooms with your bag slung over your shoulder. Your eyes fell on Neville in an instant. You smiled at him softly, waving at him. “Hey! You ready?”

Neville looked at you with worried eyes, gulping at your enthusiasm. He blinked in confusion, wanting to ask if you were alright after hearing what had happened between you and Ron nearly six hours earlier. He decided against speaking about it, nodding silently instead.

You were glad he hadn’t asked about it. That’s all anyone was talking about— You and Ron. Ron and you. You. Ron. Oh, how you missed that red-headed fucker.

You set your bag on the floor and began to take your jacket off while Neville set up the music. You tried to ignore the ache in your chest when the song began, but it was impossible. The song Ron had told you about when you first started dating; he had told you it had reminded him of you. The song has been meaningful for the both of you since.

You cleared your throat, pushing your hair behind your ear as you walked up to Neville. “Remember, play with the ends of my hair every so often; Ron likes that.” Neville reminded you, regretting it almost immediately after saying it.

You gulped, eyes burning with tears as you followed his instructions. Your heart clenched when you felt Neville’s hands at the small of your back— Ron’s favorite place to put his hands on you.

The bridge of the song began, making your wall break. You pulled away from Neville quickly, grabbing at your hair as you let out a small sob. “Oh, Y/N..” Neville whispered. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this anymore, you know. I mean, there’s no point if—”

You cut him off. “I have to be good for him, Nev! The ball is in a month, and I’ve been practicing this for so long. You’ve helped me so much, Neville, and I’m so grateful for that. Truly. L-Look, you really don’t have to help me, anymore, if you don’t want to. It’s okay. I understand. It’d make me feel weird, too.”

Neville just frowned, his eyes saddening as he watched you wipe at your face furiously. You faked a large smile before sniffling, fixing your hair. “I, uh.. I should probably go; it’s been a long day.” You muttered weakly, smiling gratefully at Neville when he nodded in understanding.

You grabbed your jacket and your bag, throwing them on as quickly as you could before you had a breakdown in front of Neville. You exhaled heavily when you rounded the corner, throwing your bag onto the floor. “Fuck.” Muffled sobs sounded throughout the hallway, your face buried in your folded knees.

“Darling..” You gasped at the familiar voice, snapping your head up quickly, your hands rushing to wipe at your face. Ron’s heart ached as he met your swollen and red eyes, trying his hardest not to smile when he noticed your pupils began to dilate. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, reaching forward to grab your bag. Ron got there first, lifting it up and putting it over his shoulder.

You glared at him when he outstretched his hand towards you, a small tear falling down your cheek. “Baby..” Ron sighed at the sight, bending his knees to be at your height. Your breath hitched at the petname and how close he was to you, and your heart twisted in your chest. You squeezed your eyes tight, turning your head so you didn’t have to see him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

You scoffed, turning back to look at him. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure you are, Weasley.”

Ron ignored your sarcasm and let your bag drop to the floor, his now empty hands reaching for yours. Your heart rate sped at his touch, and you bit your lip to try to hold back your tears. “Why have you been dancing in the Common Room with Neville?” He asked, although his tone made it sound like he already knew the answer.

“Ron—” You started.

“Tell me. I want to hear it from you.” Ron interrupted, his voice wavering but still coming off as strong. His grip on your hand tightened, and you squeezed his fingers nervously. “It’s okay.” He whispered almost silently.

You sighed, gulping before speaking. “I-I asked Neville to teach me how to dance so I wouldn’t make a total fool out of myself at the dance. I even told him the things that you like and the things you do so it would be perfect when the time came; I would know what to do and where to put my hands and how to make myself not look so bloody mental.”

Ron smiled at your words, his chest burning with infatuation. He said nothing, just grabbed your jaw to pull you in for a kiss. Your breath hitched when his lips molded perfectly with yours, taking a second to comprehend what was happening before you kissed back. Ron pulled back after a minute or so, leaning his forehead against yours as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear softly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I should of asked you about it instead of just believing whatever he said. It broke my heart to end things and to walk away from you, but I was just so scared. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, but I’m sorry.”

You smiled at his words, your eyes tearing up once again. You snaked your hand around the back of his head to reach the ends of his pretty red hair, toying with them just like he liked. “You are a complete idiot, Weasley.” You whispered.

Ron chuckled, rubbing your jaw with his thumb. “Yeah? Well, then, I guess I’m your idiot, huh?”

Harry Potter Masterlist

harry potter:

N/A

ron weasley:

N/A

draco malfoy:

- Comfort [A, F]

cedric diggory:

N/A

neville longbottom:

N/A

fred and george weasley:

N/A

Comfort | Draco Malfoy

You had tried your absolute hardest to clean the blood off of your nose; you had tried your absolute hardest to cover the bruise on the corner of your lip with concealer. You had tried your absolute hardest to hold in your tears as you made your way to Snape’s class, your mind replaying the previous incident over and over again.

You let out a sigh of relief as you sat down at your seat (on time, thankfully). You went to set your things down, catching sight of your hand in the process. Your heart dropped in your stomach, and your eyes burned with tears.

You read over the words that were dug onto your skin: I will never cheat again.

You didn’t cheat— you never have. You never saw the purpose for it. So when Umbridge accused you in front of the whole class of cheating on the latest test, it humiliated you. She asked to see you after class, and that’s when it all happened.

You remember looking at Cedric while he was in the line out the door, begging him with your pleading eyes. He gave you an apologetic look and shrugged, leaving you alone with Umbridge. You wished he would of stayed..

Snape’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you lift your head up quickly. You placed your hand on your lap underneath the desk, too scared somebody in the class would see it and ask questions.

You tried your hardest to focus and take notes, but you just couldn’t. Your mind was too foggy and your hand ached, along with your lip and nose. You just wanted to cry. There were only about twenty minutes left in class, but you couldn’t wait anymore. You raised your hand anxiously, making Snape stop midsentence; you weren’t supposed to interrupt Snape’s class. He would of scolded you if it weren’t for your glossy eyes and shaking figure, so he just nodded in your direction with furrowed eyebrows.

“Uhm,” You started, your voice cracking. “I-I’m sorry to interrupt you, Professor, but I really— can I go to the restroom really quick?”

Snape didn’t fall for any of your lies, but said yes anyway. He, along with the rest of the class, watched you scramble out of your chair and rush out of the classroom. “Okay, I need somebody to go follow her and make sure she’s okay. Any volunteers?”

Cedric lifted his hand before he could even finish his sentence, but it was Draco who stood from his seat. “I’ll go, Professor.”

The entire class was surprised, seeing as he had no look on his face that said he was going to go and torture you or make fun of you. Snape, surprised with his actions, allowed it, nonetheless. Cedric huffed in frustration as he watched Draco run past the doors to get to you.

You hadn’t really gone to the restroom; you just needed to get out of there. You were propped up against on of the walls in the hallways, your head leaned back against it as tears fell down your cheeks. Your hand gripped your aching hand, rubbing comforting circles on it as you tried to ease the pain.

You didn’t hear footsteps or anything until Draco spoke softly. “Hey,” He nearly cooed. You jumped from your spot, gulping before wiping at your face. “What are you crying for?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

You rolled your eyes at him, taking his words for sarcasm. “Why did you follow me, Malfoy? Don’t you see that I’m already upset; can’t you just leave me alone?”

Draco sighed heavily. “Stop,” He ordered firmly, reaching his hand out to take your burning hand. You flinched and pulled it closer to you, your heart beating nervously. “Quit being a brat and come here, would you? Just let me look at it.”

You gulped, shaking your head. “No. Why should I? You’re probably just going to smack it.”

A look of hurt and confusion washed over Draco’s face as you spoke, your words piercing him in the heart. “What? Why would I do that?”

You scoffed, pressing your hand tighter to yourself. “Oh, don’t act like you’re all high and mighty, Malfoy. Why are you really here, huh? Just spit it out so I can go back to having some damn privacy.”

Draco was starting to get worked up, your words angering him. “Seriously, you need to stop. You don’t know what you’re talking about, so knock it off.” He spoke through gritted teeth, making you gulp nervously. His eyes trailed to your lip, which was coincidentally trapped inbetween your teeth anxiously. His eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned in closer to you, a hand going towards you to hold you still. You gulped, your eyes widening.

“Hey..” Draco mumbled, his thumb trailing the bruise on the corner of your lip. “Is this a bruise?” He asked in disbelief, pulling away to look at the rest of your face, his head shaking when he noticed the small dots of dried blood that remained underneath your nose. “Is this blood? Bloody hell, Y/N.. Wha—"

You flinched, pulling your face away from his reach. “I’m fine, it was just Umbridge. Thought I cheated because I got a 100% on the test.”

Draco’s nostrils flared and his fists clenched. You looked down before looking back up at him, eyes connecting. Your heart stammered when you noticed his pupils began to dilate. He gulped and his eyes softened, and he licked his lips before stepping forward slowly. “Are you really okay, though?”

Your eyes burned with tears, and you bit the inside of your cheek. Draco sighed, watching you as you just shook your head. You gasped when you felt his hands wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. With one hand on the back of your head, and the other around your waist, your nose was now pressed against his chest.

You just stood there at first, tense against his body with shock. Draco rubbed at your back softly, “It hurts like a bitch, I know. It goes away after a week or two, and the pain doesn’t last longer than four days at the most. You’ll be just fine.”

Your body softened up at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself closer to him as you let more tears fall. You just felt so embarrassed and humiliated. You gripped his robes in your hands tightly as you sobbed softly, Draco’s grip on you tightening and his hands rubbing harsher yet still gentle circles.

“Alright, let me look at ya,” He spoke after a few more minutes, pulling you away from his chest. You sniffled and wiped at your face before looking up at him, eyes still glassy and sad. He smirked down at you teasingly, his hand reaching to ruffle your hair. You groaned in protest, hands lifting up to fix your curls. “You’ll be fine, Y/L/N. Maybe just don’t cheat, and this wouldn’t happen.”

You glared at him, making him laugh at you. “Come on, I don’t want anybody getting any ideas.”

If I made a series abt poly!bts x reader would anybody read it?

Habits | Min Yoongi

should I make this a series?

holding hands

- if he has a nightmare during the night, he’ll whine and reach for your hand and the two of you will squeeze each other’s hands before going back to sleep, “it’s okay, bub. i’m right here.” you’ll whisper in the dark.

- when he says something that upsets or rubs you the wrong way, you often scooch far away from him, wherever that may be (on the couch, in the bed, in the car, etc). he always gives you some time before he’s reaching over and grabbing at your hand, intertwining your fingers. neither of you say anything, but neither of you have to.

- whether he’s on the top or the bottom during sex, his hands are everywhere on you until it’s time for you two to climax. you always cum together, no matter what— both of you make sure of it. when you’re riding him, his hands are gripping at your hips until he hears you gasp after his tip hits your g-spot repeatedly. yoongi immediately lets go and pulls your hands away from his chest to intertwine your fingers. when he’s on top of you, you’re usually the one to make the first move. you let go of the sheets to grab at your lover’s hands, to which he automatically responds and squeezes your hands as tightly as possible as you both come closer to your orgasms. when he’s hitting you from behind, your body start to tense up when you’re close. yoongi will feel this and tap your spine, making you reach your hand behind you and wait until he slides his into yours. “give me your hand, baby.”

- when he’s having a bad day and the two of you are unable to go home, he finds comfort and stability in your hands. whether you two are out at dinner with the boys, in a meeting, at practice, backstage at a concert, etc. as soon as he feels your fingertips rub at his knuckles softly, he lets out a deep breath and he feels the tension leave his body. “just a little longer, okay?” you whisper to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

- this one actually looks weird to a lot of people, but the boys and your families are used to it at this point. you two almost always hold hands while eating. if you two are sitting across from each other, your hands will be outstretched across the diameter of the table and placed into each other’s. if you two are sat beside each other, your fingers will be intertwined and sat in either his lap or yours.

touching his lips, the back of his neck, or the shell of his ear

- he often does this when the two of you are having a serious conversation, argument, or fight. when he’s listening to you or explaining himself after he did something wrong, he’ll usually run his fingers across his lip nervously. when he’s sharing his feelings or telling his side of the story, he’ll play with his ear anxiously. when things aren’t going very well and neither of you are getting anywhere in the argument, when you start to cry, when you start getting frustrated about him ‘not understanding what you’re saying’ (which happens a lot), he’ll rub at the back of his neck. “i’m listening to you, baby. i’m hearing you, i am. i understand. just let me talk for a second.”

him being extremely patient

- the day he gets back home from tour is the day you’re usually most hyper and excited. you’re up his ass for the majority of the day, but he doesn’t seem to mind. you’re extra clingy, you’re loud and noisy, you never seem to stop talking but you also stay absolutely silent when you ask yoongi to tell you stories about the tour, etc. he never seems to get annoyed by it; he actually seems to love it, but he would never admit that. “i missed you, too, baby.”

- your daughter was definitely a daddy’s girl. she was constantly behind him, her small hands grabbing at him if he was going too fast or she felt he was going too far away from him. she would cry when he was gone, but the tears instantly stopped the minute he walked through the front door. you two liked the idea of co-sleeping a lot, so she slept with you two at least two times a week. if she wasn’t in between you both in the middle of your bed, she was cuddled into her father on the left side of the bed. yoongi had a lot of patience, but he always had a lot more than normal when it came to his little girl. “it’s okay, princess! daddy’s right here, don’t cry!”

- he was the boys’ playground at all times. whether it was jungkook smacking his ass randomly, jimin falling onto him while he laughed, taehyung grabbing his hand to hold it when they are put on the same team or just because he’s bored and thinks he needs the affection, namjoon breaking something and standing over his shoulder apologizing as he watches his hyung fix it, hobi doing absolutely anything and everything that comes to mind, seokjin doing small things just to piss him off— it didn’t matter. he just let them do whatever they pleased, as long as they were happy.

the dance he does when he’s excited about something

- when you walked out of the bathroom with the positive pregnancy test in your hand and tears in your eyes, this was yoongi’s immediate reaction. you laughed and ran towards him, jumping onto him, your happy sobs muffled by the crook of his neck. his hands wrapped around your body tightly, spinning the two of you around happily. it didn’t take long before he, himself, was shedding tears into your shoulder. “it’s happening, it’s really happening.. fuck..” he’d whisper in shock, his grip on you tightening.

- this is his go-to dance when he’s told the boys are nominated for an award, are invited to a famous television show in america for an interview, when their song is number one, when he wins in a game during run bts, when shooting or practice is over and he can finally go home to you, etc. it’s literally his go-to dance for everything

- your daughter had just walked down her classroom to recieve a laminated piece of paper proving she had finished kindergarten. when she turned around, yoongi was doing this dance at the other end of the room, making her and the rest of the kids in the class giggle. “i’m so proud of you, babygirl. look at you! you’re growing up so fast.”

sticking his tongue out

- he walked into your shared bedroom, towel wrapped lowly around his waist as water continued to drip from his hair onto his body. you were too busy cleaning up to notice his appearance. you bent over to pick up some dirty clothes off the floor, which allowed yoongi to see the lace underwear you were wearing underneath his FG shirt. his tongue was out at the sight, already extremely turned on. by the time you stood back up, yoongi was standing behind you, pressing your back to him tightly. his left hand grabbed at your neck softly while his right hand gripped at your waist. you gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the dirty clothes. “you look so fucking good, babygirl.. why don’t you put the cleaning on hold for a little while and let daddy take care of you, yeah?”

- he was at the kitchen table coloring with you and your daughter, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he tried his hardest to stay in the lines. you and your daughter looked at each other after noticing, leaning into each other and giggling, silently agreeing that he was the cutest thing you two had seen. “are my girls over there making fun of me? do i need to go get the tickle monster?”

resting his face onto his hand

- you sat in front of him, tears of frustration rolling down your face as you expressed your worries about the wedding. you had so much going on and you guys were supposed to get married in four months. “hey, it’s okay. let’s just take our time. don’t let this stress you out; this is the day you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl, sweetheart. let’s just focus on making this the best day of our lives, okay? no more crying, babydoll. come here.”

- jungkook talked until his face turned blue. once he finally stopped speaking, he looked up at yoongi nervously, his chest heaving up and down. “i don’t know what you want me to say, gguk. i mean, honestly? i’m not surprised. i knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but i guess i wasn’t as prepared as i thought i was.. i’m sorry, kiddo. i really am. but that’s my girl, man. i plan to marry her and start a family with her; i don’t see us breaking up anytime soon, if at all. you’re going to have to do something about this crush, ggukie. it isn’t fair to me, y/n, or you. you two will never be a thing; it absolutely will not happen.”

- your daughter sat at the dinner table, bouncing in her seat excitedly as she picked at food and ranted about the cute new kid in her class. you smiled as she spoke, her happiness warming your heart. you looked over at your husband to see his reaction to your thirteen year old’s words, tears filling your eyes as soon as you laid your eyes on him. he had completely disregarded his food, his attention solely on his little girl. he sat there with open ears and caring eyes, his head resting on his hand as he nodded along to her words— something he did when he was truly listening. “they sound great, honey. why don’t you ask them if they want to go to the movies this weekend? you guys could see the new marvel movie; didn’t you say they liked superheroes?”

I am no longer writing for W**jin. I’m going to only be writing for the current 8 members of Stray Kids.

Hey, just want to know which group do you write for?

i write for bts, got7, stray kids, and day6– currently!

Accepting Change | Park Jinyoung

requested!

This was the third fight you’ve had with your twelve year old daughter this week. You had only asked her to help you with the dishes, yet she blew up on you like you had asked her to help you murder somebody. “I mean, for fucks sake! Why is she being so mean lately? She’s never been like this before.” You sighed in frustration.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe she’s just going through something at school.” Your boyfriend suggested, shrugging at you softly while he folded the laundry beside you. “I think you should just ask her— talk to her, you know? I think it’ll help.”

Taking up Jinyoung’s advice, you called your daughter into your son’s bedroom to talk. You sat in the rocking chair in the corner while you breastfed your son, rolling your eyes jokingly when your daughter covered her eyes with a groan. “Mom! Come onnnn.”

“Oh hush and get in here,” You laughed. “We need to talk.”

She obeyed, shutting the door behind her and sitting on the floor in silence. She grabbed one of her brother’s toys to play with nervously, listening to you as you began. “Are you okay, honey? Because lately you’ve been acting really weird and Jinyoung and I are worried about you.”

You frowned at the eyeroll she did when you mentioned your boyfriend, gulping down your obvious hurt. “I’m fine,” She sighed. “Can we just talk about this later? This is.. weird.”

“What’s weird?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Your boobs are out, mom.” She deadpanned, making you laugh. You rolled your eyes at her, tapping her slightly with your foot, earning a small smile from her.

“This is natural. You should be happy your brother is healthy and getting all of his nutrients,” You joked. Your daughter giggled a little before shrugging and dropping her smile. You sighed. “Alright, kiddo. Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

She sighed and threw her head back, allowing it to softly hit the crib behind her. “It’s hard to explain. You wouldn’t understand.” She mumbled, making you frown.

“Well I can try.” You tried softly. She shook her head and tossed the toy across the room, going to stand up. “Baby, come back here. Just talk to me!” You called after her as she rushed to the door.

“Just leave me alone.” She whimpered, swinging the door open and accidentally bumping into Jinyoung, who just so happened to be walking in the hallway when she began to walk out.

“Oop— Sorry, sweetheart. Are you o—” Jinyoung started, getting interrupted by your daughter’s frustrated yell and stomps down the hall. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked into his son’s nursery. “Is she alright?”

You sighed, shrugging. “I don’t know. She won’t talk to me,” You whispered through tears. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t give up, baby. I know it’s hard, but it’s obvious she needs you right now. Here, go try again and I’ll put him to bed.” Jinyoung nodded towards the sleeping boy latched onto your breast. You nodded through sniffles, allowing him to pull him away from you as you fixed your top.

You looked up to see your boyfriend staring at your chest with red cheeks, gulping harshly. You rolled your eyes and patted his chest softly. “My eyes are up here, babe.” You teased, pressing a small kiss to his cheek before you left the room to find your daughter.

You assumed she was in her bedroom, knocking on the door softly. “G-Go away!” She sobbed on the other side, making your heart ache. You ignored her pleas, letting yourself into the room.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” You hushed, rushing to her and pulling her into your chest. “Talk to me, baby. Tell mommy what’s wrong.”

“I just—” She stopped herself, tensing up before taking a deep breath. You rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Can I see daddy?”

Her words made your breath hitch in your throat. “Baby, I don’t think—”

“Please,” She begged, pulling away to look up at you. Your heart broke when you made eye contact with her— her eyes were red and swollen with tears spilling from them uncontrollably. “I’m ready. I want to see him; I need to.”

You closed your eyes, trying to hold back your tears as you let her words sink in. “Mommy. Please.” She begged once more before you were nodding, making her break out into a teary smile.

“Okay. Tomorrow I’ll take you to see daddy.” You agreed, bringing her into a tight hug as you both rocked back and forth.

After a few more minutes, you kissed her goodnight and tucked her into bed. You walked into your bedroom with an anxious heart, shutting the door behind you. “How’d it go? Is she okay now?” Jinyoung asked softly from his spot on the bed, his eyes trailing over your figure as you began to change out of your clothes.

“She wants to see her dad.” You said lowly, voice shaking with worry. Jinyoung’s eyes widened at the sudden words, taken aback. He muted the TV and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “I told her yes. I’m taking her tomorrow.”

“Are you sure she’s ready?” He whispered, gulping when he watched you undo your bra and slide on one of his T-Shirts.

“I mean, I honestly don’t know, but she says she is.” You sighed, tossing your clothes into the dirty hamper.

“Well then you just gotta trust her. If she says she is, then maybe she is.” Jinyoung comforted, wrapping his arms around you once you were laying beside him in bed. “It’s going to be okay, baby. She’ll be okay.”

A part of you hoped she would forget about the whole thing by tomorrow, but you knew she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She was more than excited to see her father after six years, even if she wasn’t actually going to see him physically.

You watched as she rushed towards the specific grave upon arrival, her small hands running themselves over the indentation of her father’s name. You looked at Jinyoung with a small smile, making him nod encouragingly at you. You sighed and handed your son off to your boyfriend before catching up with your daughter, leaving the two boys behind beside the car.

“Is this what you’ve been so upset about? Missing your dad?” You asked curiously, sitting beside her on the freshly mowed grass with your hands in your sweatshirt pocket.

Your daughter sighed, her heart aching at the sight of ‘loving father’ written underneath of his name. “Well, that and Jinyoung,” She muttered, making you freeze in confusion. “I like him, but.. I just feel like it’s unfair to daddy. I don’t know, I just feel like I’m betraying him somehow.”

Your heart dropped and you sighed heavily, leaning forward to grab at your daughter and pull her onto your lap. “Baby,” You started. “Daddy would want me to move on, want me to be happy. He loves the both of us too much to let us sit together in sorrow. He loves me and wants me to have a good man, and he loves you and wants you to have a good father figure. I know it’s hard, but I promise you, he is happy for us.”

She nodded sadly at your words, her small hand rubbing at her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry, mommy.”

“Don’t be. I understand. It’s hard. But if it wasn’t for Jinyoung, your brother wouldn’t be here. Mommy wouldn’t be in love, or as happy as she is. You wouldn’t have a good stepdaddy to take care of you and shower you with love. I think daddy chose him to take care of us while he was gone, princess. We just have to trust him.”

She nodded in agreement, her voice shaking with sobs. “Here,” You whispered, digging into your pocket. “I brought this to give to you. I’ve been keeping it in a special place until now.”

You dropped the silver ring into her small palm, watching her eyes widen with curiosity.

“It’s the ring your father proposed to me with. It’s the last thing I have left of him, and I think you deserve to have it.” You spoke, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as she gasped and squeezed it to her chest with a large smile on her face. The two of you stayed their in silence, just staring into the distance before you spoke.

“You know, I used to breastfeed you, too.” You teased, making your daughter groan and shiver. “I just don’t understand why you’re so freaked out about a little boob! I mean, your dad loved boobs— what’s wrong with that?”

“Ew!” She shrieked. “Boobs are gross, mom. They have cooties.”

“Ahh, right,” You rolled your eyes. “Cooties. I forgot.”

You two stayed their for a few more minutes before returning back to the car with the boys. Your daughter remained extremely happy the rest of the night, and even ran up to Jinyoung asking him if he could put the ring onto a necklace for her to wear around. “Of course I can, princess.”

He guided her to the bedroom, where they sat on the floor and dug through an old box under the bed, searching for an old necklace chain. Upon finding one, Jinyoung held out his hand for the ring, inwhich the little girl carefully placed it into. “This is a beautiful ring,” He spoke gently while he worked. “I bet your daddy loved mommy very much.”

Her heart swelled with pride, and she nodded eagerly. “He did. He loved her a whole bunch.” She exclaimed, earning a large smile from Jinyoung. She watched him as he worked, guilt starting to eat her up as she remembered how many times she was mean to him because of her jealousy. “I’m sorry I was being a brat to you.”

Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows and set the chain down, looking over at her. “What are you talking about, honey? You’re not a brat.”

“Yes I am,” She muttered, looking down at the ring on the floor. “Daddy chose you to take care of me and mommy. Daddy chose you to give me a little brother. Daddy chose you, and I ruined it. I was a real big brat, and I’m sorry.”

Jinyoung’s heart shattered and he bit back tears, opening his arms up for her to crawl into. She did, allowing more tears to fall as she laid her head onto his chest. “Don’t ever say you’re sorry again, okay? You did nothing wrong. I understand. You know that no matter what you do or say to me, I will always be here to love you. Don’t you?”

She nodded and he kissed her head, leaning forward to grab the necklace placed in front of the two. “Hold your hair up for me real quick,” He whispered. She obeyed, pulling her up at while Jinyoung clasped the necklace around her neck. “Your daddy loves you. Your mommy loves you. I love you. You will always have us.”

The One That Got Away | Min Yoongi

requested! also i just got broken up with and i’m having a really, really hard time and all that’s really helping me is writing and the boys so ): this hits way too close to home

“Would you stop being a little baby and come on? I told you it’ll be good, so just listen to me,” Hoseok huffed, dragging his best friend into the small coffee shop for open mic night. When the boy opened his mouth to complain once again, Hobi rolled his eyes and pushing him gently into the empty booth. “I’ll buy you a coffee, alright? Just hush and listen. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

Yoongi sighed and threw his head back, resting it on the wall behind him. “Fine,” He agreed finally, sitting back up to give his best friend his order (as if he didn’t already know it). Hoseok smiled widely at him, patting him on his shoulder with gratitude as he thanked him. “Don’t mention it.” Yoongi mumbled as he watched his friend walk away to get their drinks.

He looked around, staring at the girl on the stage in front of him. His throat hitched, his mouth became dry, and his heart pounded in his chest. She was beautiful.

He watched her get everything in order for her song- her small arms making sure her guitar was tuned, her jean covered legs stretching to grab at the mic stand and adjust it to her height, her plump lips that were coated in pretty pink lip gloss wrapping around her water bottle as she drank nervously. 

“Here.” Hoseok chimed, hand blocking his view from seeing the girl on the stage. Yoongi blinked, head finally coming out of the clouds as he looked up at his best friend with a small smile, taking the paper cup from his hands. Hobi smiled back, sitting down besides him and taking a look at the stage. “Whoo! Let’s go!” He cheered loudly, making Yoongi’s skin turn pale and eyes widen. 

He looked over at his friend, turning his head quickly to look at the girl. She smiled widely at the two of them, waving a hand at Hoseok. He waved back, mouthing praises to her. She even smiled at Yoongi before she had turned back around to make sure her amp was plugged in correctly. “Yo, who is that?” Yoongi whispered into Hoseok’s ear, his eyes still trained on the girl.

“Y/N L/N,” Hoseok replied calmly, shrugging, “She’s a good friend of mine. That’s why I always come here- to cheer her on. She’s amazing. She’ll only preform if I’m here; she’s a little shy. Great kid though.”

Yoongi nodded and sat back up in the booth, allowing his eyes to trail over her figure. She was wearing bright and unique clothes, her style very much like Hoseok’s. She was stunning.

Before he knew it, she was sitting down on the stool with her electric guitar on her thighs, clearing her throat in the microphone. “Hey, everybody. I hope you’re all doing okay and are staying healthy! I’m, uh, gonna sing you a song I wrote.” 

Her stage presence was amazing. Her voice was raw and strong, the upbeat chords of her guitar almost overpowering the deep and sad lyrics. She ended the song with a nervous giggle and a final string on her electric, earning a bunch of claps and whistles- Hoseok and Yoongi included. She thanked everybody and made her way off the stage with her guitar in hand, skipping towards Hoseok to hug him. “Good job, kiddo! That was so good!” He cheered, rubbing at her back.

“Thanks, Hobi,” She blushed, pulling away and turning to Yoongi with a bright smile and red cheeks. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Yoongi smiled back instantly, looking down at her outstretched hand, gulping before shaking it. His heart raced at the physical contact. “Hey. I’m Yoongi.” She smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. “You did great up there, by the way. I mean, the lyrics were a little disheartening but hey.” He joked with a shrug, making Y/N giggle. 

“Thanks,” She replied. Hoseok smiled at the two, and made his way to the counter to buy Y/N a treat for doing so well on stage, his disappearance going unnoticed. “But yeah, no, um, I wrote it after my ex-boyfriend of two years cheated on me, so..” She laughed nervously.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi frowned, apologizing almost instantly. “You don’t deserve that. He sounds like an asshole. And any boy that hurts you is stupid.”

Within a week, you two were going on your first date together. Within two weeks, you were having your first kiss, and before three months came around, you were dating and were the happiest you two had ever been.

Everything was perfect until it wasn’t.

Yoongi started paying more attention to work. You started paying more attention to your job and making songs for people. It all happened so fast.

Over the next two years, the two of you learned how to juggle your relationship with your jobs. You made time for each other— except it wasn’t nearly enough time but neither of you cared to realize that.

After the third year, though, your routine started to slip. Mistakes were being made. Dates were being forgotten. Beds were left empty while desk chairs stayed filled. The house soon became sad and lonely, and nobody barely stayed home enough to make it happy again.

Yoongi was particularly good with birthdays and remembering important dates. He was always good to you on your birthdays— they were your favorite day of the year just because he treated you extra well.

You were so excited. You missed Yoongi, and you knew he missed you too. You put on your favorite dress (Yoongi’s too) and did your hair and makeup for the first time since forever, it seemed like. You sat on the couch and waited for your boyfriend to show up, a large smile on your face as you racked your brain about what he could possibly surprise you with this year.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. You had watched the sun go down, and even come up as you waited for Yoongi. Your heart was broken. He had never once missed a birthday— let alone yours.

You allowed yourself to slip out a few tears before you finally crawled into bed, staying as far away from his side as possible while your heart ached. You never mentioned it to him; you wanted to see if he realized his mistake. Unfortunately, he never did.

It was days of this— you ignoring him while he just sat back and wondered what he did wrong. One night, he waltzed in drunk off his ass, beer bottle in hand while he screamed something sort of like your name (it was hard to tell through the slurring).

You scrambled out of bed alarmingly, running down the hallway to see if he was okay. You were met with a very Soju-smelling man, standing in front of you with teary red eyes. “I know where this is going. Okay, I know. I’ve known for so long but I’m just so scared to let you go.” Yoongi muttered, making you blink back in surprise.

“Yoongi,” You scoffed slightly. “What are you talk—”

“Us!” Yoongi screamed back. You gulped and took a small step back. “Us, Y/N! I don’t know what the hell I did to make you hate me so much, but you do, and there’s nothing I can do to change that! We’re not the same, Y/N/N. We’re not. We’ve c-changed and if you haven’t realized it then..” He sighed heavily, throwing his arms up.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked down. “You just stopped caring, Yoongs. I haven’t changed— you have. You stopped kissing me goodbye. You stopped sending me flowers on random occasions or when you knew I was having a bad day. You stopped making love to me. You stopped folding my laundry when I stayed up too late with work. You stopped ordering from my favorite restaurant when dinner didn’t go as planned. You forgot my birthday, Yoongi.”

Yoongi stayed silent at your words. He couldn’t move. He was frozen in place and the only thing that could bring him back to reality was the wheels of your suitcase on the hardwood floor. He blinked rapidly at this, dropping his empty Soju bottle onto the floor and rushing after you. “Baby, no. Please don’t do this.”

“I have to,” You sniffled. “I want us to be happy, and I don’t think us being together will give us that.”

It had been weeks since Yoongi had left the house. He would of gotten fired from his job, too, if it hadn’t been for one of his coworkers who backed him up. He hadn’t looked at his phone in about eight days. He stopped sending you long messages when you threatened to block him if he didn’t stop.

He truly didn’t plan on ever leaving his house. He wanted to stay home and suffer. He wanted to cry and drink but Hoseok wasn’t letting that happen.

Now here he was, being dragged inside of a coffee shop that seemed oddly familiar but his mind was so foggy that he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Look, dude, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I really don’t want to be h—” Yoongi sighed.

“I don’t care. Go sit down.” Hoseok ordered, gently pushing him towards the booth they had first sat in years ago. Yoongi groaned and dragged himself towards the seats, his head pounding and his eyes blurry with tears. It had been so normal lately for him to cry randomly, his heart getting heavy randomly while thinking of you. He sat himself down and crossed his arms over his body, keeping his eyes at the ground while he waited for Hobi to come back.

“Here,” Hoseok whispered, shoving the coffee into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi smiled weakly at him and before he could say thank you, familiar strings began to play. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed and his heart dropped to his stomach. He looked up at the stage, which had been changed drastically since he last saw it— only to see you.

You weren’t wearing the bright clothes you were when he first saw you. You were wearing a black hoodie and grey sweatpants, your acoustic guitar keeping you company instead of your electric. You sniffled into the microphone, adjusting the hood ontop of your head so you could see the chords. Yoongi’s mouth went dry.

“I wrote this song when my ex-boyfriend at the time cheated on me,” You spoke weakly, trying desperately to sound strong. Yoongi tried to blink back his tears but it was way too hard. “I moved on, and I fell in love again. This time, he changed— and it hurt me a million times more than being cheated on. So, this is for him. I hope he’s happy with who he is now, because he sure as hell isn’t the man I fell in love with.”

Yoongi went to stand up and leave, pretty sure his heart wouldn’t be able to take anymore. However, Hoseok gripped his shoulder and sat him back harshly. “Listen to her. You did this, so you listen.”

So he did. He listened. He watched. He noticed. He remembered. He broke. He cried. He listened to your raw voice singing the lyrics that now seemed to fit more to your relationship than the one the song was intended for. You didn’t show your strength this time, you showed your weakness. You cried and had to stop a few times before continuing.

Yoongi watched you thank the crowd before rushing off of the stage and towards the women’s room, turning around when Hoseok yelled your name sweetly. Your heart stopped when your eyes met Yoongi’s accidentally, making you shake your head and let out another sob before pushing yourself into the restroom. “You ruined her, Yoongi. I trusted you with her, and you broke her.” Hobi spoke sadly before pushing past his best friend to cater to you.

Yoongi’s heart shattered at his best friend’s words. He ruined you. He broke you. He will never get you back.

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You Put Others Before Yourself | Park Jinyoung

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You were furious.

You had just came home after a long day at work, just ready to see your boyfriend, and instead, you were met with a lousy handwritten note that read: staying with the boys 2nite. call me if theres an emergency. btw, u really hurt me. lets talk tomorrow night. (ps: i still love u, even when ur being a brat) — jinnie

You were filled with complete and utter confusion first. You didn’t understand why he was so hurt, or what you had did to hurt his feelings. Then, you were angry because you two had promised to never leave and stay somewhere else in the middle of an argument (which, to be honest, you didn’t even know you were having at the moment).

“No,” You shook your head, stomping towards the door. You slid your shoes on and grabbed your keys, throwing your hood over your head. “Fuck no.”

You arrived at the dorm within minutes, not hesitating to bang at the door. Yugyeom stood on the other side, staring with wide eyes at you. He had never seen you so angry. “Y-Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked. However, you were too angry to hold a converation.

“Where the fuck is he?” You scowled, throwing off your shoes and shoving your keys in the pocket of your hoodie.

“H-He’s playing a video game with some of the boys in Jackson-hyung’s room.” Yugyeom spoke softly, making you nod gratefully, ruffling his hair before shuffling past him.

You didn’t knock this time. You just opened the door and looked at the three men laughing with each other, their attentions focused on the TV in front of them. It was Jaebum who noticed you first. “Hey, Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming over.” He smiled at you, causing the rest of the boys to turn to you.

You, however, were only focused on Jinyoung. He sighed softly, setting his console down to usher you out of the room. Once the two of you were alone together in the bathroom, he stared down at you in disappointment. “What are you doing here? I told you we were going to talk tomorrow. It’s late, Y/N.”

“Talk about what? That’s the thing! I don’t even know why you’re upset, or what I did to you. I can’t sleep knowing your feelings are hurt because of me.” You whispered the last part with a small pout, crossing your arms across your chest.

Jinyoung sighed once again, rubbing at his forehead before sitting on the closed toilet seat. “You really don’t know?” He asked, looking up at you. You shook your head. “Of course you don’t.” He muttered under his breath, causing you to scoff.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You asked, throwing your hand up at him. He rolled his eyes, holding his hands up in defeat.

“Nothing. Just forget it,” Jinyoung stood up, pushing himself past you and making his way to the door. He turned back around to look at you one more time before leaving. “Now go home. It’s late, and you need to go to sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

“Stop! Come here and talk to me!” You whisper-yelled, grabbing the hand that was about to unlock the bathroom door. You dragged him back into the bathroom, dropping his hand and crossing your arms again.

“I said we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Jinyoung spoke firmly, looking deep into your eyes. You gulped and you shuffled in your spot, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under his strong gaze. “Go home, Y/N.”

“Look, you may enjoy leaving me during an argument, but I don’t feel comfortable with it,” You growled, making his eyes darken with anger. “Now quit being a little bitch and talk to your fucking girlfriend.”

Jinyoung scoffed, making your blood boil. “Girlfriend?” He laughed, making your stomach churn. “Did you just call yourself my girlfriend?”

Tears began to burn at the back of your eyes, but you held your ground. “Yes.” was all you could choke out without your voice breaking.

“I’m sorry, but what kind of girlfriend stands their boyfriend up for the sixth time in a fucking month? Because as far as I know, girlfriends don’t fucking do shit like that.” He growled back, finger inches away from your face as he accused you. “Well, not a good one anyway.”

Your heart broke at his words, and your guard dropped. Your arms fell to your side and tears began to fall immediately. “What?” You whispered.

Jinyoung sighed, sitting back down onto the toilet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just... you keep forgetting our dates and you don’t even realize it. I was so excited for tonight. I’ve been planning it for weeks. I waited for two hours— two hours, Y/N. You never came. You were still at work. So I just left you that note and came here so I could distract myself.”

You took a shaky breath in before wiping at your face. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t.. I never meant to forget about you or hurt you in any way. I just— we’ve just been so busy lately and everybody just keeps asking me to cover their shifts and I know they have important things to do, so I just—”

“That’s just it! They may have important things going on, but so do you! You have a life too, Y/N. We have a life. You can’t keep putting others before you or it’s going to tear you and our relationship apart.” Jinyoung explained softly, being careful with his word choices when he noticed how much you were crying.

Jinyoung walked closer to you, wrapping his hands around your waist and pushing your body to his.

“You and your health matters. Our relationship matters. Stop caring about what others think and stop wanting to please everybody, okay? Just focus on making yourself happy and everything else will start to work out by itself.”

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Waking Them Up | BTS

Yoongi:

He had stayed up pretty late the night before, but the two of you had things planned pretty early this morning so he had to get up whether he liked it or not.

Yoongi was a difficult person to wake up no matter how much sleep he got during the night, that’s just how he was. But over time, you found a pretty consistent way of getting him up and out of bed.

Yoongi didn’t cuddle much when he was awake, but when he was asleep, you weren’t going anywhere. The two of you were able to sleep in various positions together, but this morning you found your fiancé laying completely on top of your body with his arms and legs wrapped around you and his rosy cheek pressed against your breast. You smiled warmly at him, leaning your head down to press a kiss to his bedhead. “Baby.” You whispered, running a hand through his hair for a few moments.

He didn’t stir.

You retracted your hand from his hair and let it fall onto his back, rubbing soft circles through the fabric of his FG shirt. He mewled a little before turning his head, his opposite cheek going to rest on your boob— the coldness of his flesh making you flinch slightly. “Come on, honey. We have to get up.”

He whined at your words, digging his face closer into your body while tightening his grip around you. Your hands gripped at the end of his T-Shirt, lifting it up and resting it onto his back muscles, revealing the majority of his back. He groaned at the cold air that hit his skin, making you shush him and kiss his ear. Your fingertips traveled lightly along his skin, softly tickling and tracing before you pushed harder, massaging gently. “We have stuff to do today— remember?” You whispered.

Yoongi nodded into your chest, sighing in content as you rubbed and massaged his tense back. “You have got to slow down, Yoongs,” You sighed, feeling knots in his back every so often. “Your body can’t handle all of this at one time. You have to pace yourself; be careful with your body.”

At this, Yoongi lifted his head up and looked at you with puffy eyes and floppy bangs falling onto his forehead. “I’m okay,” He whispered, his voice raspy and deep. You only frowned, eyes closing when he began to lean in. His chapped lips covered yours in a chaste kiss, kissing the tip of your nose before laying his head back down onto your chest. “Thank you.”

Seokjin:

You had found Seokjin’s pancake recipe on a small envelope inside of one of the kitchen drawers, and you decided to try it. You usually woke Jin up with breakfast, but today you insisted on trying something he normally made himself.

It had been a struggle at first, but after a while, you got the hang of it.

After about an hour of cooking (which only took Jin twenty minutes), they were done. You added toast and a bowl of fruit for him before you were climbing up the stairs and trailing into the bedroom. You physically cooed at the sight of your boyfriend snuggled under the covers with RJ in his arms.

If he wasn’t holding you, he was holding RJ. But unfortunately, it was more RJ than you— which he claimed he just slept better with, making sure to give you a shit ton of cuddles and kisses when he saw how hurt he made you with that one simple statement. He had a lot of making up to do after he said that, but he fixed it and he was going to try to cuddle you more often.

You pushed his hair back from his face to reveal his forehead, which you couldn’t help but lean in and press a kiss to just at the sight alone. He whined at your actions, unwrapping an arm from RJ to wave a hand at you, telling you to go away and leave him alone. You giggled, placing his hair back down and fixing the strands for him.

“Good morning, handsome,” You whispered, placing the plate of food beside of him. The smell made him furrow his eyebrows and open one eye, the other squinted. “Made you pancakes. Wanna try them?” You asked with a soft voice, smiling when he nodded sleepily.

“Here, sit up,” You ordered gently, watching as he sat up slowly, resting his back against the headboard. You waited to place the plate onto his lap until he had stopped rubbing his eyes and placed his stuffed animal onto your spot of the bed beside him. “Here you go, baby.”

Seokjin thanked you quietly, giving you a small smile and nodding towards you. You waited to take a bite, wanting to see his reaction first. Once he put a piece into his mouth, he gasped and looked at you with wide eyes. “Is this my recipe?” He asked with a mouthful of food. You nodded proudly, cheeks red as you awaited his response. “Baby, this is fucking awful.”

Namjoon:

You shook your boyfriend, sighing in defeat when he continued to lay there dead asleep. You had done everything— everything you could think of to wake your boyfriend up. Now you only had one thing left to try.

You smirked, licking your lips and crawling down the bed. You pulled back the comforter, laughing to yourself when Namjoon shivered. You spread his legs apart slightly, laying yourself down inbetween them. Your hands rubbed at his bare stomach, peering up at him for a reaction. You pressed butterfly kisses along his happy trail, allowing them to go down further south when your fingers wrapped themselves around the top of his sweatpants.

Within moments, his pants and boxers were pooled at his ankles, revealing his member. You smiled to yourself upon seeing it— he had been so busy with work lately that the two of you hadn’t done anything intimate in months. This was the first time in three months since you had seen Namjoon’s dick. Butterflies erupted into your stomach and inbetween your legs, causing you to lick your lips.

You laid yourself down on your stomach, face first in between his legs. You took no time pushing your hot mouth onto his member— no kitten licks, hand movements, or any type of foreplay. You were too excited. You missed him and missed this— oh, and he did have to wake up..

It took about thirty seconds for Namjoon to realize it wasn’t just another wet dream, something he’s been having for weeks since neither of you have had sex in a while. He lifted his head and looked down to see you with his cock deep inside of your throat, your nose brushing against his pubic hair. “Y/N, s-s-shiiiit, what the fuck are y-you doing?”

“Waking you up.” You whispered against his tip, the vibrations rushing through his dick. He hissed when you jerked him quickly, your lips wrapped around just the tip, catching all of the precome that dripped out.

“Fuck, baby,” He moaned when you let go, pushing him far into your throat once more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He squeaked, reaching his hand down to push your hair away from your face and put it all into a makeshit ponytail into his fist.

He was coming within seconds, watching in sleepy admiration as you swallowed it all up. He smiled at you softly when you crawled up towards him, laying yourself onto his body, leaning into him for a chaste kiss. He pulled away and pressed his lips against your cheek, pushing a piece of stray hair behind your ear. “Thank you, babygirl, that was very sweet of you. Now roll over, it’s your turn.”

[i am so soft uGH i miss my babie & his long hair </3] Jungkook:

You turned to your side to see your boyfriend curled into a ball, completely passed out, mouth open with occasional snores and drool on his pillow. Your heart swooned, and you couldn’t help smiling. You reached over and ran a hand through his mess of hair. He was growing it out and you absolutely loved it.

Jungkook mewled, moving in his sleep and leaning his head into your hand. “You gotta wake up, Kook.” You whispered softly, running your thumb along his forehead since he was laying on the rest of your hand. He whined at your words, and opened his arms with a pout.

You pulled your hand away from him and rolled over and into his arms, smiling when he pulled you against him as tightly as possible. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his chest, some of his skin peeking out from his pajama shirt. “You’re so cute.” You cooed, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

He peered down at you with half-closed lids, smiling at you softly. “Oh, hush,” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your hair and nuzzling his face into it. “Just let me hold you for a few minutes and then we’ll get up.”

Hoseok:

You woke up to the sound of your husband singing, only it was Ego blaring from your phone as your alarm. You turned it off with a small groan, looking to your left to see Hobi sleeping with his head turned to you, completely knocked out with your hand buried deep into his light brown locks.

This was how you woke up usually— with one of your hands in his hair. It was how you put him to sleep, and neither of you really moved at night, so you often woke up in a similar position. Sometimes, if you moved and took your hand away in the middle of the night, you’d wake up to sleepy Hoseok whining and grabbing your hand, forcing it back into his hair.

You smiled at the thought, finally retracting your hand from his fluffy bedhead. Hoseok stirred, furrowing his eyebrows and rolling over onto his side before falling back asleep. You sat up and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck before forcing yourself out of bed. You trudged towards the window, opening the blinds and looking over at Hoseok, who was groaning as the sun hit him straight in the face.

“Good morning, cutie.”

Taehyung:

You opened the bedroom door, allowing your two year old daughter to run in and climb onto the bed, jumping onto your sleeping husband. You watched with a large smile, rocking your newborn daughter back and forth in your arms in an attempt to keep her content. “Daddy!”

“Oof!” Taehyung groaned at the impact, making the little girl giggle. It didn’t take long for Tae to open his eyes completely, using his large hands to tickle his daughter, smiling proudly at her shrieks and small giggles. She managed to choke out a small ‘stop, stop, daddy! ‘m gonna pee in the new underwear mommy just put on me!’

Taehyung and you both let out loud laughs at her statement. Taehyung’s hands gripped at the little girl’s waist, lifting her up and laying her down beside him. He smiled, lifting his head up to fix his hair. He spotted you standing by the bed in the process, his heart stopping for a moment when he saw you and his other daughter. “Hey, there’s my girls.” He spoke softly, causing your oldest to gasp and fold her arms across her chest.

“What about me, daddy!?”

Taehyung laid his head back onto the pillow, looking straight at his daughter— signature boxy smile coming into view. “You’re my girl, too, princess,” He reassured, making her smile widely. “Now come here and give me a kiss.” He whined dramatically, sticking his lips out harshly. Your daughter giggled, leaning in and pecking his lips, earning a kiss to her cheek. “I love you, kiddo. Don’t ever forget it.”

Jimin:

You stretched your arms out, reaching for your boyfriend sleepily. With no luck, you opened your eyes and looked beside you, seeing his spot empty and cold. You frowned and pulled the covers off of yourself, sneaking out of the bedroom in search for Jimin.

It was about five in the morning and neither of you had to be up for a few more hours, but you wanted to get in as much cuddling and sleeping with Chim as you could before you actually had to get up.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, slightly shivering as you tiptoed down the hallway. As soon as you turned into the living room, you saw him. You stopped and stared at him with a small smile, rushing towards him in a hurry; you were tired and cold and wanted to go back to bed (in his arms this time).

Your heart ached at the sight of him. His chubby cheeks even more puffy than usual, his long eyelashes laying beautifully on his cheeks, his mouth slightly open with an open book laying on his chest. He had fallen asleep reading for the third time in two weeks. He was so into this new writer lately that he could barely put his books down.

You softly pulled the book from his hand, folding the corner of the page so he would remember where he left off at. You placed the book on the coffee table and rubbed small circles onto his chest, heart swelling when it rose and fell with each breath he took. “Come on, babyboy. Let’s go to bed or else your back is going to hurt tomorrow.”

Jimin didn’t move, so out of it that it was difficult to wake him up. You sighed in defeat, your eyes burning with sleep. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his in a small kiss, continuing these actions until he started to stir. “Hmm?” He whined, pushing his lips up to meet yours sleepily. “What time is it?” He asked, rubbing at his eyes once you pulled away.

“Five fifteen,” You muttered, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I went to reach out for you but you weren’t there. I’m so tired, Chim. Can we go to bed now, please?”

Jimin nodded sleepily and allowed you to grab his hands and help him stand, guiding him towards the dark bedroom. You fell into the soft mattress, dropping your head onto his chest once he was laying down as well. “Goodnight, my love.” He mumbled tiredly, his hand tiredly running through your hair. You pressed an acknowledging kiss to his jaw before falling back asleep once again, Jimin following suit not long after you.

You’re Oblivious | Kim Namjoon

requested! <3 “I don’t care about that, I care about you!”

“I’ll be right back, I gotta take a piss.” Namjoon huffed, making you groan as you reached for the remote to pass the movie the two of you were watching. “What? I drank a shit ton of water earlier!” He exclaimed in defense.

“Just shut up and go, dork.” You rolled your eyes playfully as you pushed your best friend towards the bathroom, laughing as he flipped you off before shutting the door behind him.

The two of you had been friends for about two years or so, and you had been getting extremely close over the past few months lately. You hadn’t realized how close you really were getting until Namjoon called you, of all people, to come over to his apartment when he was having a panic attack.

When you pulled him to your chest after he let the first tear fall, you realized you had felt more for him than you thought you had. You were in love with your best friend.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of Namjoon’s phone beside you, catching your attention immediately. You picked it up to look at the Caller ID, seeing the name of a University across the screen. You gasped, yelling for Namjoon. “Joonie! Hurry your ass up and come here, you’re getting a call from a Uni!”

“Just answer it for me, would you?” He called back, flushing the toilet. You gulped and answered the phone, pressing it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“We would just like to let you know that you’ve been accepted! Your plane ticket for America will be arriving shortly— we hope to see you soon! Congratulations!” The animated voice spoke before the phone call ended, making your heart stop.

Your breath hitched in your throat and it seemed like the world stopped spinning. You kept the phone to your ear, waiting for the voice to come back and tell you there was a mistake. That they had gotten the wrong person. That they weren’t actually accepting him. That he wasn’t actually going to leave you for school in the states.

“What’d they say?” Namjoon spoke, walking back into the room as he was buttoning his jeans back up. His deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you just gave him a weak smile while handing him his phone back. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he took his phone back hesitantly. “What? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s just fine,” You squeaked, sniffling before standing up. “I, uh, I just forgot that I have a project due tomorrow that I really need to finish. I’m gonna have to take a rain check, sorry.”

Namjoon tossed his phone onto the coffee table, watching as you made your way to the kitchen to grab your jacket off the back of the chair. “Hey, what happened?” He asked softly, slowly walking up to you. You shook your head and zipped your jacket up, looking up at him for a split second before looking back down. “Y/N, look at me.”

“I-I can’t,” You rushed, trying to push past him before Namjoon’s hand gripped at your arm to stop you. His concerned eyes met with your sad ones, and before you knew it, you were crying and letting everything out. “You got a call from a University, but it was from one in America, and they’re going to send you a ticket and I just don’t want you to leave me alone because I love you and I don’t want you to think I’m not happy for you because I am, but-” 

Namjoon pulled you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as possible. You stopped speaking when your cheek fell against his chest. The smell of his cologne caused you to break out into tears once again. Namjoon shushed you and hugged you tighter, his large hand rubbing up and down your back.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered. “I’m not leaving, okay? I’ll never leave you. I’m right here, shh, don’t worry.”

Your eyes widened and you pushed yourself away to look up at him through teary eyes, Namjoon’s hand reaching down to wipe your cheeks once he saw them. “What? You’re not going? But this is a great opportunity for you! I-I’ll just wait for you, but you can’t just not go!” 

Namjoon smiled softly and shook his head.”Honey, they’ll be fine. I’ll find another school, and they’ll find another student to fill my place. I told you I’m not leaving you, didn't I?” 

You shook your head and pushed yourself away from him, crossing your arms over your chest as you frowned at him. His smile dropped at your actions, looking at you as you spoke sternly. “Kim Namjoon, you’re being stupid right now. You’re not giving this up. You’re going, do you understand me? So call them back, pack your shit, and-”

Namjoon scowled and threw his hands into the air. “I don’t care about that, I care about you!” He yelled, making you sigh. 

You ran a hand through your hair. “I know, and I care about you, too, that’s why I’m trying to get you to-”

Namjoon cut you off, stepping closer to you as he yelled. “No! You’re not listening to me! I care about you. I love you!”

You furrowed your eyebrows and scoffed. “I am listening to you, Joonie. I love and care about you, too, why are you acting like this?” You asked, feeling like an absolute idiot when he sighed heavily at your words, looking down in frustration. “Look, Namjoon, I’m just going to go, okay? I’ll text you when I’m home. Call me if you want me to help you pack.”

You brushed past him softly, trying to keep yourself composed in front of him. Before you could open the front door, Namjoon grabbed your arm, spinning you around and pushing you against the wood. You gasped and looked up at him with teary eyes and red cheeks. “I won’t need any help because I’m not going,” He whispered softly. “I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you. I’m going to tell you again, and as many times as I have to- I am not leaving you. I’m staying right here- right here with you. Do you understand me?”

if requests are still open, something for Namjoon with the line. “I don’t care about that, I care about you!” (You can manipulate it as you wish!!!)

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