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Please don't come onto my blog, send me a few anonymous asks that are asking me questions that are honestly quite personal and then think it's okay to have that as a free pass to try and tell me how to think or feel, regarding the private things I am sharing with you.

Think of someone other than yourself and try to see things subjectively, instead of giving advice that was never asked for and being arrogant enough to try and speak for something you don't even understand.

You don't know Jimin's thoughts regarding these things and you need to stop pretending you can speak for him and how he is going to feel towards me.

I don't even know how he's going to feel, so you need to know your place, because it doesn't matter how nice you make your 'ask'.

Once you try to speak for Jimin- I block you.

It would be nice if you guys could ask me things other than things always having to do with twin flames or Jimin.

Like, I AM another human being too, you know ~

I read, I write and I have other things I like to do, but apparently you only see what you want to.

This is not all there is to my life...

People are like trees- they have the main parts of themselves and then they have branches that lead other places and make up different parts of them. Being one of Jimin's twin flames is the base of my tree trunk, but there's tons of little roots that run along the area as well and it seems like you're forgetting that and I think that's the reason you can't relate and see me as just another regular person.

Hey! I was curious to know what you do for work, if you don't mind sharing?

I'm living quietly at the moment, since there were quite a lot of things that went on in my life- but I used to have a spiritual based business and I would help people with counseling and would give them advice and what not.

It was very influential for me and I learned a lot from other people and their experiences. It was wonderful and I hope that when when the guys come back from their service, I'll be able to start another one back up again.

I really do miss it, but I'm just not well enough to be giving other's so much time if that makes sense.

If you can't help yourself, how can you help other's?

you mentioned somewhere you met jimin and jungkook's soulmate? how are they like?

Well, the first one was really great, until I realized they were doing some strange things and actually there was a lot of bad things involved- Not only were they having really strange fantasies about one of them, but it appeared to me like there was black witchcraft involved.

I ended up blocking the person and trying to do what I could to protect myself from this terrible person and also him as well.

We may be at a distance, but with the right intentions, you can help someone quite a bit.

She sounded genuinely nice and pleasant, but there was just something off about her and the more I spoke with her, she described certain dreams to me and I knew that there was more to this that she was hiding.

Her intentions were extremely sinister and I hope she leaves him alone, because he doesn't need someone like that trying to contact him.

I have done what i can for him though and I have confidence in my abilities, so she won't be able to do anything else to him.

Our dreams states are very vulnerable and you need to protect yourself if possible.

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As for the other one- she's such a lovely soul and I feel like she's going to do him a lot of good- once she can work through some things and embody her own individual spirituality a little more.

Everyone has to start somewhere though and I hope that I can be around long enough to watch her grow into an incredible version of herself- whether she chooses to fully embrace this connection with him or not.

There's always so much more to the bigger picture though and she seems really eager to learn- so she's well on her way.

I'm glad that we crossed paths and I feel like there's so much we can learn from each other.

I have been told several times now that I don't understand the concept to Jimin's album, but those people are failing to see the bigger picture.

It's not about the concept, because what matters is the end of the result and you would never know what he struggled with his personal concept- which is obviously different than what he shared publicly.

He wouldn't have released these songs if he wasn't satisfied with the outcome, because he's a perfectionist.

He struggled and struggled to grasp it, but in the end he created what he felt.

If you can't hear that in the words and the music, than I'm sorry, but you're not fully listening and only projecting your own ideas.

You're only seeing surface deep and not truly hearing what the messages are in the music.

Which is fine- but don't come onto my blog and try to push your own beliefs onto me.

Jimin's words are what I'm listening to, so what you say doesn't matter and holds little meaning to me.

Why do you say their intentions were sinister. Were their dreams about him dark or evil? How do you know they were using black magic. Do you think they were using that to contact him?

I have extensive knowledge on dreams, based on my own personal experiences from the time I was a child- so I know this based off of what she shared with me.

I have had experiences with black magick as well, considering my family relations, so it was easy for me to spot and pick up on.

Yes, she was having dreams where she was actually meeting with him in the astral realm. She was telling me one thing, but then something else entirely and it wasn't adding up. Until she told me there was violence involved and I knew she was holding things back from me- because it didn't add up with what she was sharing.

I cut ties with her completely and did what I could from a spiritual standpoint to help the best of my ability ~

You can meet anyone in the astral realm, so if you start to have dreams where you feel they're really vivid and real- it's important to do things to protect yourself. We are vulnerable in this state and easy 'targets'. This is where the term sleep paralysis comes in. It's a very real thing.

I can't share anything else, because since it has to do with one of the guys- I don't think he'd be comfortable if he ever saw what was wrote here- so I can't say.

You mentioned thatvyou used to have a business that's related to spiritual right? So how was it? And how is it like to know about this kind of stuff cus i honestly think its so cool i kinda wish I know how or I was vlessed with this kind of ability. You go girl keep posting more and keeo ahowing your support to the boys. Loveya

Yes ~ It was exhausting honestly, because I'm an empath, so I was soaking up everyone else's emotions.

It was fulfilling though and I just tried to take on too much at once, that was the only problem. I would take on way too many clients, because they needed help and I thought I could be super woman or something lol

You can ask me some things and I may be able to help you, love ~

I don't mind speaking about spirituality over here at all :)

Aww, you're so sweet ~ Thanks ^__^

Do you think this person was a victim of being a target of black magic, or was she using it? How can one protect themselves in these astral realm dreams? You also had these types of dreams, right, or were yours different? It's sounds pretty scary.

Someone was working through her, so she was basically a tool for them- but either way, I did what I needed to do for him and it managed to work- so he's no longer connected to her in any way, shape or form.

I did a strong protection ritual and then that night dreamt about something burning up- so it was symbolic in the sense that I was being told her connection to him had been severed.

My protection ritual had worked.

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Wearing an amethyst bracelet or some kind of jewelry with the stone in it- wearing it to bed is a good idea, because it will protect you from attacks like that.

I'm saying this based off of personal experience of course- I would never suggest something I haven't had experience with.

Oh yes, I had one and it left a pretty big impression on me. Even though it was a few years ago, I can remember it like it was yesterday.

I felt filthy and dirty and no matter how much I showered, I just couldn't get rid of the feeling and it took me at least a couple of weeks to get back to my 'normal'. It just threw me off in every sense.

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Scattering some cinnamon, black pepper or rosemary (or all of the above if you're obsessed with protection like I am lol- can never have too much protection once you experience things like I have...)- on your windowsill and also across the threshold of your bedroom door can be of great help to keep things out when you're sleeping and the jewelry will help you as well.

You can also use black candles if you're comfortable- but of course you can't leave them running while you sleep, so if you would like to keep something going- you can get an LED candle that's black and it will work the same.

The intention is what matters ~

You're protecting yourself and also the place surrounding you while you sleep.

I don't have black candles going while I sleep, but I do have three- or four white LED candles at different positions through my room that have a timer on them.

They're on for five hours while I sleep ~ White can take the place of black ones, if you can't find any.

These are just some of the options you can use. I hope this was helpful for you ^__^

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Physical symptoms can manifest if you are having dreams like this or having strange visits in your dreams.

When you wake up:

Nausea

Lethargic

Your body feels really heavy

Exhausted, even after a good nights rest

Spacey and just 'out of it'

Can't seem to get a grip on reality and you feel like you're somewhere else (Can also be so intense that it actually gives you strong dissociation.)

Feel like you've been hit by a bus- aches and pains all over your body and feeling the worst chronic pain

There could be more, but these are things I've experienced personally

These generally aren't only brief and they will last for an hour or so, or depending on the individual. I've had these symptoms last for days sometimes. It really depends on each person how long it'll last, but it's not usually brief and it'll hang on.

I have had a lot on my mind these past few days, after doing what I needed to, when it came to the protection ritual I performed for someone.

I never would have known, if I hadn't of come into contact with a certain person- so I'm glad that I did, because it turns out that this has been going on for years.

I have been seeing a few signs here or there, but I never thought things were this bad.

I'm glad things got dealt with and they are safe once again.

I will get back to posting and uploading photos onto Pinterest ~

Thank you for your patience :)

This poll will give me a general idea of what I should post and how I should represent it, so please take part. It will be greatly appreciated :)

If you feel comfortable, send me an 'ask' and tell me about it ^__^

Since the hate has started to flow back onto my account, I just thought I would mention how I am no longer responding to it like I used to.

So, this goes out to all of the people who create multiple accounts that send me hate- yes love, I see you and no I'm not daft- because I've been here for eight years and I know how you play your games.

You can send me all of the hate that your little hearts desire, but your words mean nothing, because Jimin has spoken and they are all I need to listen to.

You don't have to like that I'm his second half and you don't even need to accept it- but you could have a little decency and respect for me as a human being.

I'm sending you lots of love though, and I wish you all the best in this wonderful life. Please get out and live it, instead of being mean and cruel, because you'll live a lot longer and you'll be healthier.

Things have been rather quiet for the past few days, but I can't stop thinking about what has transpired- I'm disgusted..

The person who sent me all of those 'asks' regarding the black magick that was harming one of the guys- I know who you are.

You're somehow connected to that woman that came to me about strange dreams she was having of him.

There's no point in protecting this person, because she was a tool used to get to him and it disgusts me- the amount of people who are only here just to harm them in some way.

If I hadn't of performed a protection ritual, as soon as I felt like there was something 'off' about her, he would still be caught up in your fucking devil worship...

I'm not religious and I don't believe in the same kind of 'devil' that they do- but I have seen many evil things in this world and experienced such things myself- due to what my family has been involved with.

Keep your filthy hands off of them, because you can't have them ~

Thankfully, he's protected from your malicious energy now, and you won't be able to reach him anymore- because he's finally safe.

You have been removed from his life, for his safety and you will not reach him through whatever kind of demented fucking dreams you had him chained to.

Being on this account after such an ordeal honestly makes me feel very uncomfortable and I'm not quite sure how to go about cleansing it- so that I can actually want to be here again.

With Jimin's birthday in just a few days, I've been trying to focus on the project I am working on for him- but this 'incident' I had to deal with, has me quite forlorn and stressed.

Sending me 'asks' and claiming to have this ability and she couldn't sense the danger around her- and the black magick...

There's so much that doesn't add up, but at least the individual is safe now and I am glad that I did what I could from here.

People are skeptical of such things, until they experience them and unfortunately, my family has been caught up in many terrible ordeals like the one found myself involved with.

The Hex ('spell') was broken though, and that's all that matters ~

Run Bts! is only a amere 12 hours and 48 minutes away!!

AHHHHH!!!!!!

I want and I need a Leon M. passionnate and sensual smut with a fem!reader. I want a plot of course but u can decide which one

love u and thanks 🩷

✧Even a clock must stop✧ ─ Léon Marchand x OC, Safi, Léon Marchand x !Black Reader

@safi03, GIRL GET READY!! There is so much SMUT. Get ready to get rowdy!! super glad to have a deep chat to get this fic PERFECT!! Enjoy, as I certainly did!

Warnings: SMUT,SMUT!! Enemies to lovers, dirty talk, PNV, Watersports, Mature Themes, Rough scenes, 18+, Minors DNI.

ENJOY!

Leon emerged from the pool, his muscles rippling with water droplets that caught the artificial light. He glared at the clock, irritation seeping into his bones. Training had gone on longer than expected, and his rival, Safi, had once again outswum him. As the university's star swimmers, their competition was the talk of the entire sports department.

Safi strutted over, her long, toned legs barely touching the wet tiles. Her dark hair was slicked back, revealing a smug smile that never failed to grate on his nerves. "Looks like you're going to need to put in some extra laps tonight, Leon," she taunted, her voice dripping with sweet victory.

Leon's jaw clenched as he toweled off. "You just got lucky, Safi," he retorted, tossing the towel onto the bench with a bit more force than necessary. "I'll beat you next time."

Their coach, a stern woman with a sharp tongue, called them over for feedback. They listened, exchanging glances that spoke volumes of their mutual disdain. Safi's eyes narrowed, her full lips pursed in concentration as she took in every word. Leon's posture was rigid, his arms crossed tightly across his broad chest.

The tension between them was palpable, a silent battle of wills. They both knew that their rivalry was the key to pushing each other to greatness, but it also meant they couldn't stand to be in the same room without sniping at one another.

Leon couldn't ignore the way Safi's eyes followed him as he moved, the way her gaze lingered on his physique. It was infuriating, and yet, a part of him reveled in the attention. He was aware of her attraction to him, and it fueled his desire to best her in every way possible.

Safi felt the same, her body reacting to his nearness with a heat she couldn't explain. Her hatred for him was as potent as the lust simmering just beneath the surface. Every time he looked at her, she felt exposed, vulnerable, and it made her want to win even more.

The coach's words grew fainter as their silent exchange grew more intense. The air thickened with unspoken desires, a dance of aggression and attraction that neither of them could resist. Without warning, Safi leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper, "If you're so sure you can beat me, why don't we settle it now?"

Leon's eyes snapped to hers, surprise and challenge warring within. "You're on," he said, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it.

They made their way back to the pool, the water a stark contrast to the heat of their rivalry. The chlorine scent grew stronger as they approached the edge, the echoes of their footsteps bouncing off the tiles. The atmosphere was charged, a heady mix of adrenaline and something else entirely.

Without a word, they dove in, their bodies slicing through the water with a grace that belied their mutual contempt. The race was on, and it was more than just for pride. It was a battle of wills, of dominance, of desire. Every stroke brought them closer, every kick of their legs a silent declaration of war.

Their eyes met across the water, the blue of Leon's burning into the brown of Safi's. The hatred was there, but so was something else, something primal and undeniable. The race was tight, their bodies gliding through the water like sharks hunting prey. The air grew thick with the anticipation of their inevitable collision.

As they reached the final stretch, Safi's hand touched the edge of the pool first, but only just. Leon's hand was a mere inch away, the tension in his body a coil ready to snap. They both knew this was far from over.

They surfaced, panting and glowing with exertion. Safi's eyes glinted with something that was definitely not just triumph. "Looks like I still have the upper hand," she murmured, her voice low and taunting.

Leon couldn't argue. He was so close to victory, so close to finally shutting her up, but she had once again bested him. He felt the anger boiling in his chest, but it was accompanied by a strange feeling of excitement, a thrill that was definitely not anger.

They climbed out of the pool, water streaming down their bodies, mingling together in a way that was almost intimate. The air was electric, the tension a living entity that danced between them.

Leon stepped closer, so close that their bodies almost touched. "This isn't over," he breathed, his voice a growl.

Safi's smile was a challenge. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

And with that, they turned and stalked off to their separate locker rooms, the echoes of their footsteps a promise of what was to come. The night was still young, and their rivalry was about to take a very steamy turn.

Leon's frustration grew as he peeled off his wet swimsuit. He couldn't shake the feeling of Safi's eyes on him, the way she had looked at him with something other than contempt. It was as if she had seen right through his bravado and found the raw need beneath.

In the locker room, Safi felt the same. Her body hummed with energy, her pulse racing from the adrenaline of the race and the undeniable attraction to her enemy. She knew she had pushed him, and she liked it.

As they both stepped under the hot showers, the water cascading over their taut muscles, they couldn't help but imagine the other's hands instead. The heat of the water did little to cool the fire that had been kindled between them.

Their paths crossed again as they were both leaving the locker room, towels wrapped around their waists. Safi's eyes traveled over Leon's toned body, and she licked her lips, unable to tear her gaze away. Leon caught the gesture and smirked, feeling a thrill of power.

"Looks like you can't get enough of losing," he said, stepping closer, their bodies almost brushing.

Safi's eyes flashed. "I don't lose," she countered, her voice low and dangerous.

Without another word, Leon reached out and grabbed the edge of her towel, pulling it away in one swift motion. Safi gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and something else.

Leon's smirk grew as he took in the sight of her naked body, her skin flushed from the shower and the heat of their encounter. "Care to make a wager?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Safi stepped closer, her own towel dropping to the floor. "You're on," she whispered, her voice filled with a challenge that was now tinged with lust.

Their bodies collided, the hatred and passion merging into a fiery embrace. Hands roamed, exploring the contours of muscles honed from years of competition. Lips crashed together, teeth clashed, and tongues danced in a battle of dominance.

The sound of the showers faded into the background as they kissed, their bodies pressed so tightly that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. The steam enveloped them, a physical manifestation of the heat that had been simmering for so long.

Their kiss grew more frantic, their hands moving with a purpose that had nothing to do with swimming and everything to do with claiming what they had both denied themselves for too long. The rivalry had turned into something else entirely, something they hadn't seen coming but couldn't resist.

As the night went on, the line between love and hate grew blurrier, their actions speaking louder than any words could. They had crossed a threshold, and there was no going back. The pool, once a battleground, had become a playground for their most primal desires.

Their bodies moved in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the strokes they used in the water and everything to do with the passion that had been building between them. The tension that had fueled their rivalry now fueled their passion, a potent mix that left them both gasping for breath.

In the harsh light of the locker room, their bodies tangled together, they found themselves in a race of a different kind, one that had no clear winner or loser, only the sweet release of giving in to what they had both been fighting for so long.

And as the water rained down on them, mingling with their sighs and moans, they realized that perhaps their rivalry was never just about swimming. It was about this, about the raw, intense connection that had been there from the start, just waiting for the right moment to ignite.

Leon's hands gripped Safi's hips, pulling her against him as he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the tiles, a symphony of desire that only the two of them could understand.

"You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing her ear. "Say it."

"Never," she panted, her nails digging into his back. "I'm no one's but my own."

Their words were like gasoline on a fire, driving them both wild with need. He took her challenge, his hands roaming her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Safi arched into his touch, her breasts bouncing against his chest as he squeezed and pinched her nipples.

"Fuck," she cursed, the word a breathy plea that sent a shiver down his spine. He dropped his towel, his erection standing proud and demanding. Safi's eyes locked on it, a mix of hunger and defiance.

"You want it," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Say you want it."

"I want you to make me scream," she shot back, her voice filled with the same need that was driving him mad.

Leon didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her slick folds. "Ready to lose?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with lust.

Safi's response was to tighten her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Ready to make me yours?" she countered, her voice a sultry dare.

With a roar, Leon slammed into her, the force of his thrust pushing her back against the cold tiles. Safi gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as pleasure shot through her. They moved together, their bodies speaking a language that had nothing to do with words and everything to do with need.

Their dirty talk grew more heated, a back-and-forth of taunts and demands that only served to drive them higher. They were lost in each other, their rivalry now a dance of passion that neither could resist.

Leon's hands found her breasts, kneading them roughly as he thrust into her. Safi's nails scored down his back, leaving a trail of red that only made him more wild. "Harder," she begged, her voice a whip that urged him on.

He obliged, his strokes becoming more intense, more demanding. Safi's legs tightened around him, her heels digging into his ass as she met him thrust for thrust. The water beat down on them, turning their skin slick and their movements frantic.

Their bodies were a blur of motion, their breaths harsh and uneven. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable. They were so close, so close to the edge.

"Come for me," Leon ground out, his voice thick with desire. "Prove to me you want this as much as I do."

Safi's eyes snapped open, meeting his with a fiery intensity. "Fuck you," she spat, and with that, she shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Leon followed her over the edge, his own release a roar that echoed through the locker room.

As they stood there, panting and spent, the water cascading over them, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The line between love and hate had been irrevocably blurred, and they had no choice but to embrace the chaos that came with it.

Leon leaned his forehead against Safi's, his breaths coming in ragged pants. "This changes nothing," he murmured, trying to convince himself as much as her.

Safi's eyes searched his, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Everything," she corrected, her voice low and filled with a satisfaction that went beyond the physical.

They dressed in silence, the tension between them thick and heavy. They both knew that their secret tryst would only add fuel to their rivalry, but they couldn't deny the connection that had been forged in the heat of their passion.

The following days were a dance of avoidance and longing. They pushed each other harder in the pool, the unspoken challenge in every stroke. Yet, every time their eyes met, there was a spark, a promise of what awaited them when the lights were off and the water was still.

Their next encounter came sooner than either had expected. After a particularly grueling practice, the pool was empty, and the rest of the team had retreated to the showers. Safi leaned against the side, her eyes locked on Leon as he approached, his muscles rippling with the effort of his final laps.

"You're still thinking about it, aren't you?" she purred, her voice echoing in the vast space.

Leon didn't bother to feign ignorance. "Every. Fucking. Second."

Without another word, she slipped back into the water, her body gliding through the ripples like a siren's call. He followed, his need for her overriding any sense of propriety.

Under the water, their bodies met again, the cool liquid caressing their heated skin. The kiss was as explosive as the first, their tongues battling for dominance as their hands roamed and claimed.

This time, there was no pretense of a race, no wagers to be won. This was raw, unbridled lust that could no longer be contained. They surfaced for air, gasping and panting, their eyes never leaving each other's.

"I want you," Safi said, her voice barely a whisper. "I want to feel you inside me again."

Leon's response was to pull her closer, his hand slipping between her legs to tease her clit. Safi's head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as she writhed against his touch.

They made their way to the pool's edge, the water lapping at their thighs. Leon bent her over the side, the cold tiles pressing into her skin as he entered her from behind. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her begging for more.

Their movements grew erratic, their breaths mingling with the sound of the water. Safi's hands gripped the edge, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on as Leon pounded into her.

"Harder," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea.

Leon complied, his hips slamming into hers with a force that had them both teetering on the edge of oblivion. The water splashed around them, a testament to their passion.

When Safi came, it was with a scream that echoed through the empty pool. Leon followed her, his own release a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building.

As they collapsed into each other's arms, their bodies slick with water and sweat, they knew that their secret would have to remain just that. But in the dark of night, when the water was still and the lights were out, they would continue their clandestine war of love and lust.

Leon and Safi couldn't keep their hands off each other, their training sessions turning into a silent war of touches and glances. They pushed each other to their limits in the pool, each victory a delicious taste of triumph that only made the inevitable surrender that much sweeter.

After one particularly intense practice, Safi waited for the others to leave before approaching Leon. "Meet me in the weight room," she said, her voice a seductive dare. He nodded, unable to resist the challenge in her eyes.

In the dimly lit room, the smell of sweat and iron hung heavy in the air. Safi was already there, a towel slung low on her hips, her skin glistening with the promise of a different kind of workout. "You've been holding back," she accused, her voice low and sultry.

Leon stepped closer, the space between them charged with tension. "I have not," he countered, his voice a gruff whisper.

"Prove it," she taunted, her eyes never leaving his.

Their next encounter was as explosive as the first, their bodies colliding with the same intensity that their personalities did. They fucked with the same ferocity that they swam, each stroke and touch a declaration of war and surrender all at once.

Leon bent Safi over a bench, her legs spread wide as he took her from behind. The sound of the weights clanking together was a metaphor for their tumultuous relationship, a symphony of passion and power that only grew more intense with each passing moment.

Safi moaned, her nails digging into the padded leather as Leon's hands gripped her hips. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his thrusts punctuating his words.

"Yes," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and defiance. "This is what I've always wanted."

Their rivalry had turned into something else entirely, a dance of desire that neither of them could resist. They hated each other, and yet, they craved each other with a need that was all-consuming.

Their trysts grew more frequent, stolen moments in the pool's shadows or the secluded corners of the gym. They were like addicts, unable to get enough of the high that came from their illicit encounters.

But as the university's swim meet approached, the stakes grew higher. The tension between them grew thicker, each practice a battleground for their hearts as much as their pride. They both knew that their secret could cost them everything if it was ever discovered.

And yet, they couldn't stay away from each other. Every time they were apart, the need grew stronger, a hunger that could only be satiated by the taste of victory and the feel of skin on skin.

Their final race was the most intense yet. The crowd roared, their names a chant that echoed through the water. They pushed each other, their eyes locked in a silent battle as their bodies moved in perfect sync.

As they reached the final lap, Safi felt Leon's hand brush against her thigh, a gentle caress that sent a bolt of electricity through her. She knew what it meant, and she responded in kind, their fingers tangling together for a brief moment before they broke away, sprinting towards the finish.

When Safi's hand touched the wall first, Leon couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. She had won, and yet, he had never felt more like a winner.

They climbed out of the pool, their bodies shaking with exhaustion and desire. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine and want. And as they stared at each other, water droplets clinging to their lashes, they knew that their story was far from over.

Their rivalry had become a twisted web of love and hate, a tale of enemies to lovers that would continue to unfold in the most unexpected of places. The pool was no longer just a battleground for their pride; it had become the birthplace of a love that neither of them had ever dared to dream of…

oiee, amg infelizmente não encontro muitas coisas com os meninos do bts por aqui por isso eu gostaria de perguntar se você poderia escrever algo com o jungkook por favor ♡

Oie anjo, tudo bem?

Você tem alguma preferência de alguma coisa? Por que esses dias vou postar o primeiro capítulo do projeto bookverse (BTS x Harry Potter), e os três primeiros são com o Jungkook.

Caso você queira alguma outra coisa, pode falar que escrevo sim 😊