Summary: Namjoon is cute. You donât like it. Or maybe you do.
this was written for @btswriters fic exchange as well as Julyâs monthly theme of ___ 2 lovers! @joonscypherâ this got out of hand so i trimmed it down and simplified it. i hope u still like it!!
Thanks to @nottodayjjkâ for reading through for me!!
Rating: General audiences
You prided yourself on being a good student. Perfect grades, perfect attendance, volleyball captain. You were at the top of your class consistentlyâthat is until you reached your second year of college. Then fresh-faced new students poured in.
warnings: a tiny bit of blood, the death of family members is alluded to, a tiny bit of nudity, but not explicit, a lot of angst, no happy ending for now.
summary: they say âheavy hangs the head that wears the crownâ. but they never talk about the weight you have to carry once you take it off.
or: jimin makes a sacrifice. you both have to live with the consequences.
a/n: hi. iâm not here. you didnât see me. this started from a sentence in a uquiz. âundressing a prince after a ceremonyâ. sorry this isnât sexy. it is also not beta-read because i wrote it on my phone (Iâll fix the format at some pointâŚ)
tags: @btsarmy9593 because she tagged me in that quiz that inspired this and @jinpanman because she asked me to.
pleasepleaseplease, if you read this and enjoy it, tell me. I thrive on feedback in whatever form. feel free to come scream to me about this fic in reblogs, asks or dms!
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The heavy wooden door closes behind you, leaving the laughing, the clinking of cups, the cheerful music muted. You grab Jiminâs wrist and lead him away through the dark and quiet hallways of the castle. Your shadows dance across the grey stone walls, only illuminated by the torchesâ flames.
These are the same hallways in which you had chased each other around as kids, the same hallways where small alcoves were perfect for hiding from your parents, the same hallways that lead down to the gardens where you had professed your love to each other and had exchanged whispers and moans in between roses - orange, yellow, pink and red.
Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boyâs life, not knowing that he is one of the most powerful crime lordâs heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: violence, alcohol, mention of drugs, borderline smut
Word Count: 9.8+
Beta reader: @punkisnotdead2318
A/N: Hey besties Iâm so sorry for the long break! But heres the moment some of you have been waiting for and others have been dreading. Sorry if this is poorly edited life happens and this is my best at the moment.Â
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Your head was pounding.Â
A groan escaped you as you rolled over. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the morning sun mercilessly shining down on you through your eyelids.Â
Your throat was dry and your tongue felt too big for your mouth, and you could tell you fell asleep without removing your makeup by the way your lashes seemed to resist when you moved to crack one eye open. They were nearly fused together by the clumped waterproof mascara foolishly applied before going out.Â
You went to nuzzle your face deeper into your navy blue pillow desperate to be unconscious once more when you remembered you did not own a navy blue pillow. Your bedding was grey.Â
Body ridgid, you took in the plush king-sized bed that was far nicer than your own and smelled enticingly of a spiced cologne.Â
This is Hoseokâs fault. You thought bitterly as you recalled his promise that he wouldnât allow any one-night stands. He abandoned you and left you helpless to be lured by some sexy stranger.Â
The muzzy fog in your head made it hard for you to recall what happened last night and what events led you to this bed.Â
Memories or not, you had to get out quick.Â
You hopped out of bed, your head spinning and sore body protesting as you made your way to the windows.Â
Your smooth thighs brushed together and you looked down to see you were not in your clothes from last night, but instead, an oversized olive green tee shirt that hung just above your knees.Â
You admit itâs more modest than what you wore last night, but being in a mystery loverâs clothing did leave you unsettled. You pat your bottom for a moment and smile in victory when you confirm your panties were still on.Â
You continued your dizzying journey to the window, now more bodily aware. Your hangover wasnât the worst youâve ever experienced, you didnât feel sick, but the way your head throbbed was unmatched by any other headache youâve experienced before. And you were blinded when you pulled back the window shade slightly to try to get a check on your location. Â
Squinting against the morning light, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you took in the familiar rose garden that lined the back of the Denâs property.Â
It felt like cold water was poured down your back at the potential idea that you werenât in a strangerâs bed, but in one of the members of BTS.Â
Your mind was reeling as you tried to remember how you ended up here.
 What had happened last night?Â
Suddenly, you became aware of a lack of noise aside from the throbbing in your skull.Â
With a creak of a faucet handle and the groan of the pipes in the walls, you heard the shower come to a stop in the connecting bathroom.Â
Your heart raced as the chance of facing your dance partner of the night came closer.Â
Summary: Heâs not only here for the chocolate frogsâŚ
Pairing:Â Hufflepuff!Namjoon x Reader
Word Count:Â 2K
Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol AU, Hogwarts AU
Rating:Â G
Warnings:Â very minor injury, mention of thunderstorms,
Notes:Â After being stuck in the middle of writing this one for like two months, I finally finished it! Hope you like it!
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âWelcome to Honeydukes,â you half-heartedly call out as the bell above the shop door rings.
You want to go home. Your shift feels like it has gone on too long. Itâs the start of the weekend, and you are stuck working the late shift at Honeydukes. You can hear your bed calling you, wanting you just as much as you want it. But, you still have half an hour before you can leave.
ⴠPairing: Namjoon (voice) x reader | WC: 302 | Genre: fluff, h/c | Rating: SFW; G
â´ Warnings: reader feels overwhelmed, mentions of insecurity and imposterâs syndrome
â´ Tags: slice of life
â´ Summary: when things seem dire, Kim Namjoon saves you with a single song.
A/N: *UNEDITED* dedicated to my soulmate and lover of Kim Namjoon, @joheunsaramâ . If things ever get too hard for you, I will always be here for you, just like Namjoon is. I love you, baby <3 youâre my oxytocin x
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This is stupid, you think to yourself. I shouldnât be crying. There are so many people who have it worse than I do. All that happened was bouts of bad luck right after each other.
But it doesnât matter. Feelings of insecurity, imposterâs syndrome, and feeling like you arenât enough threaten to overwhelm you, bringing tears to your eyes.
Furiously, you blink them away, gritting your teeth. You have other things to worry about; things that are more important than the hormones roiling through you.
Youâre at your witsâ end when you shove your earphones into your ears, hoping that music will help distract from the events that snowballed into ruining your entire day.
You donât pay much attention to the songs that play, just listening absent-mindedly, but soon youâre overcome with a sense of peace, breaths evening out and your heart no longer threatening to leap out of your throat. Everything seems to slow down, tinged with a cool blue like a movie montage.
As you look up from the copious amounts of paperwork on your desk, Kim Namjoonâs husky voice accompanied by the melodious tones of soft rock fill your ears. You put your pen down as you sit at your desk, letting the lyrics of your favourite song wash over you.
Somehow, as you listen to Namjoonâs depictions of living through difficult times before being able to appreciate the good, you feel calmer, more understood. You take comfort in knowing that you arenât the only one to go through times where you feel overwhelmed by even the smallest things, and somehow, you know that everything will be okay.
Because everything will come to pass, like how the night leaves and morning comes, everything, both good and bad, will end and begin again, starting the cycle anew.Â
Because everything goes.
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Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG13
Words:Â 524
Warnings: reader disregards their allergies
Summary: Character A is allergic to animals. Character B comes home, but their hoodie is wiggling suspiciously.
Note: unedited because Iâm a fool. Inspired by a conversation I had with some friends (screenshot at the end of the fic) back when I wanted to go to a cat cafe despite having a cat allergy.
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 ⎊ Situation 2: Character A is allergic to animals. Character B comes home, but their hoodie is wiggling suspiciously.
âPlease,â you beg, give your best puppy dog eyes to your boyfriend.
âY/N, youâre allergic.â
âBut the kitty cuddles,â you pout. âI want them.â
Jimin sighs, almost giving in, before he wraps his arms around you and throwing you back onto the couch. âArenât mine enough?â
You giggle as you cuddle him, hands subconsciously running though his hair. âNo. A cat cafe would be better.â
Pairing: Hoseok x reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Reincarnation AU, Soulmate AU
Rating: PG13
Words:Â 914
Warnings: mentions of death, nightmares, minor head injury
Summary: Because all of this is not coincidence.
Note: unedited because Iâm a fool. This is extremely rushed and Iâm a non-linear writer so it might be choppy sorry. DNA gives me reincarnation vibes so I was kinda more inspired by the whole song instead of the lyric. Title is also from DNA!
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  ⎊ Song Lyric 1: âBecause all of this is not coincidence.â
You start every new life with memories of your past lives.
Your soulmate, on the other hand, starts as a blank slate.
As you take every new step in your current new life, you yearn for the moment you get to meet them again. Memories of where you last left off hurt your heart, the feeling of water in your lungs haunting your dreams.
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 ⎊ Trope 2: Meet Cute
Taehyung has a tendency to get lost.
Like right now, heâs in a corridor heâs probably walked down three times already. But, he probably wouldnât know since corridors in this building look too damn familiar. He sighs in frustration as he glares at the numbers on top of the doors, with no help nor indication to where he might find the study rooms.
Heâs supposed to meet Jimin in about five minutes. Thatâs definitely not going to happen.
He thinks he finally finds a familiar number on the top of one of the doors. With a sigh of relief, Taehyung grabs the handle of the door and slowly opens it, so he doesnât disturb his friend whoâs probably still deep into studying.
But he finds out almost immediately that heâs got the wrong room.
give me your favourite made up Tae/Swan/Candy memory !! GOOO
Pairing: Taehyung x reader (platonic) | Rating: PG | Genre: fluff, crack | WC: 1.1k | Tags: drinking, best friends, high school, new yearâs
Warnings/Disclaimer: this drabble contains drinking at the age of 18 (international age; about 19â20 years in Korean age), which may or may not reflect your countryâs drinking age. There are also one or two mentions of underage drinking out of curiosity. This author does not condone underage drinking. Readers should bear in mind that this is a work of fiction.
A/N: this is a canon part of the Sons of Midas series! Please stay tuned for Candyâs story, itâs still in progress!
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You let out a quiet giggle as your best friend walks into the doorframe, eyes still adjusting to the dark.
âShut up, Candy, your parents are going to wake up!â Taehyung shushed you in a loud whisper, and you waved your hand at him, dismissing his concerns.
âStop making me laugh then! Câmon, keep up. Once we get to the informal study, they wonât be able to hear us. This wine isnât going to drink itself!â
Giddy with excitement, you grab Taehyungâs hand, shifting the red wine in your free hand to hold the bottle by its neck and pull him along. Your parents had stayed up long enough for the New Yearâs countdown and then gone to bed, complaining that they were getting too old to stay up until midnight (they werenât; they simply valued sleep more).
You hadnât complained, knowing that the first of January came with an extra year to your Korean age, bringing you and Taehyung to 20 years of age and finally of legal drinking age.
It wasnât that you hadnât drank alcohol before â youâd done so out of curiosity and immediately swore off it, not liking the bitter sting of ethanol. It probably didnât help that what youâd tasted was pure vodka, the ethanol content much too high for an unseasoned drinker.
But finally being of legal age to drink was another experience, and you were determined to create better memories. Taehyung had been the only one available tonight, with your other friends either celebrating with their families or unreachable. With a shrug, youâd smiled and accepted their apologies, knowing that you would all have a chance to celebrate in the future.
You pressed a light switch next to the door of the study, flooding the room with light. Squinting gently at the sudden visual assault, you yanked Taehyung behind you and quickly shut the door as quietly as you could, wiggling your butt as you failed to control your excitement.
Taehyung laughed quietly, his baritone voice caressing your ears. It always brought you comfort even in the darkest of times, and you knew you would be able to rely on him no matter the circumstances.
âOkay! Do you have the wine glasses?â You asked as you rummaged through your fatherâs stationery drawer, feeling for the hidden panel that hid the wine opener.
When Taehyung didnât answer, you paused in your hunt, shooting him a disbelieving look. âTete, you had one job!â
He groaned, tilting his head and letting his shaggy hair fall back. âCanât we just drink from the bottle or something? Thereâs less evidence that way, and itâs simpler too!â
You raised an eyebrow. â...You...want me, a girl happily in a relationship for a year and a half, to share saliva with you, a boy pining over my best friend? No way.â
Taehyung looked at you pleadingly, puppy dog eyes on display, complete with a pout. âCandy, please! We know nothing is going to happen between us; you and Hobi hyung are meant to be and Iâm going to woo Swan and make her marry me. Besides, your house is scary with the lights off and I get lost easily in the dark!â
You groaned, turning away from your biggest weakness after swatting the top of his head. âFine, but youâre uncorking the bottle and I get first drink.â
Taehyung beamed. âDeal!â
You rolled your eyes affectionately, hiding the small smile at how easy he was to placate, and resumed your search for your fatherâs hidden drawer.
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You looked around the study, a dopey smile on your face. âTete, whhhere are yyoouuu?â
Taehyungâs head popped out from behind the sofa where heâd been hiding for the past three rounds of hide and seek. âTeteâs here!â
You clapped your hands together gleefully as you crinkled your eyes and half shrieked-half giggled in joy. âThereâs Tete!â
Taehyung beamed at you, only to lose his balance and fall sideways with a thud. Panicking, you sprang to your feet, ignoring the way the room spun around you in your desperation to ensure your best friend was okay.
As you ran to Taehyungâs side, you tripped on the now empty wine bottle, sending it rolling to the other side of the room and you to the floor with a thud not unlike the one Taehyung had suffered.
Taehyungâs eyes widened, drunkenness temporarily forgotten as you wailed into the soft carpet that had broken your fall, hammering your feet against the floor in an alcohol-induced temper tantrum.
âCandy, are you okay?â Taehyung reached down to pat your head, missing entirely and stroking the carpet instead, but you turned your head to the side to face him regardless, lower lip jutting out in a pout.
âMy nose hurts. I want Hobi to kith it better,â you slurred, eyes unfocused. At the mention of your boyfriend, Taehyung brightened, straightening up.
âYou know what we can do instead? Dance with me! You're the dance captain, teach mmmeee how to dance and we can surprise Hobi hyung when we see him again!â
You beamed at Taehyungâs suggestion. âOkay! Put on our song!â
Taehyung did as he was told, and the first notes of Imagine Dragonsâ âOn Top of the Worldâ began to play through the speakers. âMy firsssssssâ dance thingy is to get loose and ready; move your body Tete! Shake your butt!â
Taehyung shyly moved his bottom from side to side, but under your excited encouragement, grew confident in his actions.
By the time the chorus had begun, thoughts of actual dancing had long been forgotten, and the two of you were marching around the study in a two-person conga line, laughing and swaying your butts in exaggerated manners. You led Taehyung around, using your hands to dab on either side of your body, pulling your arms in as your feet moved independently of your brain.
Taehyungâs warm hands remained on your shoulders as he laughed happily behind you, the both of you a drunken mess.
New Yearâs didnât start off the way you wanted it to, with over half your friend group unable to attend, but youâd made memories and gained a piece of information about Taehyungâs feelings about Swan that you wouldnât trade for the world. Explaining to your parents why they would be dealing with two still very drunk teenagers and why one of their finest bottles of wine was missing in an hourâs time wouldnât be part of the fun, but they were reasonable...right?
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: Angst, Time Travel AU
Rating: PG13
Words:Â 1.2k
Warnings: major character death
Summary: You find a cassette that has a backstory that youâve forgotten.
Note: unedited because Iâm a fool. Inspired by the Japanese live action film, Time Traveller: The Girl Who Leapt Through Time.
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  ⎊ Theme 4: X-inspired
The sounds from cicadas are the first things you hear when you wake up. The carpet floor youâre lying on feels comfortable but out of place. Like you suddenly appeared there, from a different dimension.
This is your room. Yet, you feel like you havenât been there for a while.
You try to go through your memories to figure out why you feel so out of place. Figure out why youâve ended up passed out on the floor, in clothes that you wore yesterday. Yesterday? When was yesterday?
Fumbling around a bit, your hand hits something hard. You turn to where your hand is and see that something has slipped out of your bag. Itâs a foreign object, and your memory doesnât give you any clue as to how it got in your possession.
Youâve seen one of these objects before. Your mum owned a few, some that your estranged father left behind. You donât know how they work, only know about them simply due to curiosity.
You open the case and the item inside gives you some odd wave of nostalgia and longing. Itâs a video cassette. And written on it, is a title to what might be a film.
â´ Pairing: JHS x reader | WC: 718 | Genre: fluff | Rating: SFW; G
â´ Warnings: none
â´ Tags: f2l, confession, drabble
â´ Summary: On your way home from a party, you tell your best friend to pull over so you can dance with him in a storm in your best dress, fearless.
â´ A/N: thank you thank you thank you to @joheunsaram for betaing this on such short notice, @bangtiddiesâ for squealing with me over this idea, and Taylor Swift for producing this masterpiece of a song ty queen
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âPull over.â
Hoseok looks at you incredulously, taking his eyes off the road as he begins to press down on the brakes, car nearing a traffic light.
âPull over,â you repeat, not meeting his eyes. You continue to stare straight ahead at the sea of brake lights, indicative of the entirety of Seoul rushing to get home before the impending storm.
âYou better have a damn good reason for this, Y/N.â Hoseok grumbles as he signals to turn into an empty car park nearby. You donât answer, heart speeding up to match the tick-tock-tick-tock of the turn signal.Â
Hands suddenly sweaty, you look out the window. Dark clouds blot out the normally shimmering night sky, and you wonder if your impromptu idea was a bad one. You loved rainy nights, but you and your best friend usually spent such times indoors instead of out in the rain.
âAlright, what now?â Hoseokâs voice breaks you out of your reverie and you belatedly notice that the car has come to a stop in the middle of the deserted parking lot â Hoseok hadnât bothered to park properly.
Pairing:Â Jungkook x reader
Genre: Crack, Sports AU
Rating: PG13
Words: 725
Warnings: swearing, choking on water, a bit of rough housing in a pool
Summary: Every morning starts with a routine.
Note: unedited because Iâm a fool. Freestyle is the best stroke and thatâs my opinion.
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  ⎊ AU 5: Sports AU
Stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe.
Every morning starts with a routine.
Get up, quick breakfast, brush teeth, head off just after the sun rises.
Stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe.
And, like almost every morning, the end of the pool in front of you is suddenly interrupted by someone jumping in. Someone you know all too well. He looks at you through his goggles, smirks, and pulls a face. You narrow your eyes at him, annoyed by his antics but not bothered by it, and continue your freestyle, making sure to kick him when you do a tumble turn.
But his reflexes are just as fast as your swimming, and he grabs one of your legs just as you attempt to swim away after using him as a wall.
â´ Tags (for this chapter): childhood friends, s2f, f2s, flashbacks
â´ A/N:Â a big thank you to @hobeemin for betaing this way back when đ Iâm so lucky to have you read over my work and squeal over it like I do xx
Youâd loved Jeon Jeongguk for as long as you could remember. Granted that it was an overused and cliche term, but for you, it rang true.
One of your first memories had been of you crying in the classroom during recess at age 4, all because you couldnât find your lucky stuffed bunny. Jeongguk had come back to use the restroom and discovered a tiny girl squeezing herself into the smallest corner of the room, hugging her knees to her chest as tears streamed down her face.
Jeongguk, mildly alarmed, but ever the empathetic child, had toddled over to you, occasionally almost falling over his two feet, and placed a small, sweaty hand on your head. Youâd looked up in shock, having thought the classroom was empty, accidentally knocking Jeongguk off balance when you moved your head suddenly. Heâd fallen onto you, both of you letting out tiny âoomphsâ of surprise as your little bodies collided into one another. This didnât help your already fragile emotional state, causing you to cry harder.
Jeongguk had scrambled to his knees, apologising profusely, lisping all the while. When you continued to cry, declaring that today was the worst day ever, he gathered you into his arms, holding you until your tears stopped. You returned the hug then, clutching him tightly to your tiny body, in a silent gesture of appreciation.
He had asked you what was wrong then, as you two embraced in the corner of the deserted classroom. Tearfully, you told him the story of BunBun, your favourite stuffed toy, and how it had been with you since before you were born, but had disappeared that day before recess. Furrowing his eyebrows, Jeongguk pulled you to your feet and the two of you waddled around the classroom, two pairs of eyes searching every last centimetre of the spacious room.
When your search once again yielded no results, your lower lip began to tremble once more, a lump in your throat making it increasingly hard to breathe. Jeongguk, catching sight of your watery eyes as he turned to apologise for not being able to find your toy, widened his eyes in a panic, mind racing to find a way to calm down his new friend.
Jeongguk clasped your hands between his own, eyes shining as he gave you a sweet smile. âI can be your bunny!â
Pairing: Seokjin x Yoongi
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG15
Words:Â 543
Warnings: swearing, sex jokes, probably extremely cringey Iâm sorry
Summary: Seokjin makes a latte for Yoongi but the art looks a little⌠questionable, to say the least.
Note: unedited because Iâm a fool. Itâs been so long since I posted a fic, that Iâve forgotten how this stuff goes. Iâm back!! Kinda. Knowing me, I might disappear for another month so I canât give any promises yet! But hope you all enjoy this terrible fic hahah
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   ⎊ Dialogue 3: âDo you take constructive criticism?â âI only take cash.â
Yoongi doesnât usually drink coffee for the art thatâs drawn on it but a dazzling smile and wink got him sputtering out an order for a latte.
âGive me your best latte art,â he had challenged.
When the dazzling smile hands him a coffee, followed by yet another wink, Yoongi canât stop his cheeks from going red. He looks down at the latte art to avoid the baristaâs eyes, only to be thrown off by the art on his coffee.
Yoongiâs not sure if he can call it latte art. He blankly stares at what might be the most atrociously drawn heart heâs ever seen. No, it definitely looks like something else, and he doesnât want to say what it looks like out loud. He looks up at the smiling barista behind the counter before looking down again, mind void of any words he could say to him.
As the dedicated personal assistant of the genius mind behind House of RM, the empire that rules the fashion industry, your world is turned upside down the day Kim Namjoon himself personally asks you to train his newest hireâ the eternally insufferable Kim Taehyung.
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â˘pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader (feat. Namjoon)
â˘word count: 4.5k
â˘rating: honestly, mature seems like a bit too much, and pg-13 feels like an early 2000s rom-com, noâŚ. neither? Both? Idk. Use your discretion. đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
â˘genre: enemies to lovers, fashion industry au, devil wears Prada au, f*ckboi au, fluff, romance, slight angst, slow burn, fast banter
â˘warnings: high banter, a few cuss words, the fearsome aura of angry Namjoon, Taehyung being a butt
â˘authorâs note: Hi guys! I know itâs been a hot minute since I updated this baby (and by hot minute I mean May of 2019. đŹ itâs not usually this bad for other stories though.) So sorry! Hi to old readers, and welcome to new ones! But either way, this chapter is fast and fun and was a treat to write. Hope you enjoy!
In the next few days following the incident at Namjoonâs, Taehyung is distant towards you at best. His glacial irises skim right past you in his new contacts every time he has to speak with you. His normally heavy lidded gaze that lingers all too long is replaced by cursory glances so icy they make your skin prickle.
His voice is a calm shade of indifference as he brusquely accepts his assignments and swiftly attends to them. His body language is aloof- elegant jawline gritted and lifted airily away from you, not deigning to come down from the clouds to speak to you, his broad shoulders forever angled away from you. It frustrates you completely in more ways than you care to mention, not the least of which being that you have never been ignored soâŚ. beautifully⌠before.
