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[bitterfairy98]

Perks and Querks of Dating Jungkook

That whim you get of dating Jungkook even though you know you're way too old to be thinking about stuff like that and anyway you live in completely different countries but you still can't help but think of small querks and perks of dating him.......

1. Listening to him sing quietly to himself while he does random things that don't require thinking.

2. Staying up late and quietly listening to him rustle around, eat snacks, and do laundry (cause we all know he's fairly restless at night).

3. Holding him in your arms and carding your fingers through his slightly damp hair right after he gets home from dance practice, sweaty and exhausted. It's a little gross, with him being nasty and sweaty from working all day and if you're honest his breath doesn't smell the best (he's been snacking all day on junk food and his breath isn't exactly minty) but it's Jeon Jungkook and his first choice after coming home from work is to go straight into your arms to rest and that makes it all 180% worth it.

4. Asking him to dance for you and anticipating whether he'll be shy or cocky about it.

5. Going to his concert and screaming your lungs out and hoping against hope you get one flicker of eye contact with him and knowing that he's YOURS and ONLY yours, knowing it's not allowed and so very wrong but that's (even just a tiny bit) part of the thrill isn't it?

6. Laying your head in his lap and falling asleep to the feeling of him fidgeting with your hair and the sound of him singing softly.

7. Muscles.

8. Him being a brat and not wanting to share snacks, resulting in you chasing each other all over the house trying to get them, laughing and being dorks. It's a little childish, but he never had a child hood and this is the best he's got, and you're not as fast or strong as him and you can't keep going as long, but it's fun while it lasts.

9. Teasing him endlessly about how good his songs are and watching him blush.

10. Pictures pictures pictures pictures.

11. Having singing competitions with him. He always wins of course and it's embarrassing for you sometimes, but you still love it because Jeon Jungkook that's why.

12. That weird little criss cross position he sleeps in.

13. Bare face.

14. Buying him cheap little birthday presents even though he asked you not to and watching him do that little awkward smile as he looks at the trinket he could have bought a million of but it's the thought that counts.

15. Staring in shocked awe every time he walks through the door because no matter how many times it happens you'll never get used to the fact that you're dating THE Jeon Jungkook...

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As the sun grew closer to the horizon, casting its golden streaks over the house, the maid finally came up with a plan, “You have to hide. I know a good place. They’ll never find you. Then you can stay with me…”

    Boston was exhausted and sore. He was broken and defeated. He had never really stood a chance. The maid had molded him and raised him exactly how she wanted him. So when she gave him this proposition, he didn’t argue. He nodded wordlessly and followed her. She opened a secret hatch in the wall that Boston had never seen before, “You must hide in here.”

    He knelt and crawled in, blindly trusting her, too tired to argue. It was so small he could barely fit. He couldn’t even turn around. The maid shut the hatch and there was silence. Then he could see the maids face in front of him in the dim light. He hadn’t realized that the cubby went forward more. Soon he heard his parents calling for him. The maid smiled and put a finger to her lips. He nodded and stayed quiet. He wasn’t leaving. After a while of searching, his parents left the house. ‘They probably think I ran off…’ His eyes slipped shut. He was so exhausted. The maid started hummng softly and soon he was asleep.

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You’re leaving school when you finally get it out of him. You’ve been nagging him about that bruise all day and you finally break through. “I’m not going to leave you alone! I’m worried! Are your parents abusing you? Did someone attack you?” “No! It’s a hickey ok?!” You stop, “What…” He stops too, “What? Because I’m shy and antisocial I can’t get it on?” You stare in disbelief, then snap, “No! Because your BROTHER just came back from Werewolf HELL where he probably almost DIED and you’re missing school, not to see your brother, but to go get chicks?!” He snorts, “What? No! I’ve been hanging out with Jr, but do you expect me to follow him around and mope and cry over him twenty four/seven? He didn’t even have a hospital bed for me to cry at. He literally just used his condition as an excuse to eat a TON of food and then went around and flirted with literally anyone within arms length. Should I have followed him around and watched him make out with people? No thanks.” You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. If you’re being honest, that sounds exactly like Jr… You close your mouth, then say, “What about missing school?” He shrugs and kind of grins a little shyly, “I’m pretty sure ANYONE would use any excuse to get out of school for a while…” Once again, you can’t argue. This is true. You had tried to use stubbing your toe as an excuse to miss school, so you aren’t exactly in any position to judge. You sigh, “Why couldn’t you have just TOLD me it was a hickey? Most guys would be bragging about it. I was really worried. And what if you’re lying? Now I don’t know WHAT to think…” He sighs, “I’m not lying. I’m shy and antisocial remember? I’m not just gonna brag about getting laid. That’s not cool. That’s private. It’s none of YOUR business. I shouldn't have to tell you when I’m in a relationship…” You feel shame rise in you, he’s right, and probably one of the only decent guys you know. But you didn’t know it was a hickey. And you were worried. You look down, then back at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. But I WAS worried. I didn’t even consider that it could be a hickey.” He chuckles a little, “You know what that tells me? You need a boyfriend.” You take it back. He’s not a decent guy. He’s a prick. You glare at him, “I do NOT. I’m not interested in dating. Guys are nothing but trouble." He leans back, looking offended, “I’m not trouble…” You can’t help but laugh, “YES. YOU ARE.” He grins, “But you’re not supposed to know that remember? I’m shy and antisocial.” You laugh again and head towards your house, “Oh yeah… I’ll keep that in mind…”

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He’s running before you can question anything. Sam darts after him, “Jr wait!” You dart after Sam, “You can’t go with him! You’re not a werewolf! Guys!” You skid to a stop just before you reach the alley. You don’t want to get involved. You’re not magical, you can’t get bit, it could kill you. You don’t need to be in the midst of this. It turns out that it doesn’t matter what you need or do. The wolves spill out of the alley, it being too small to hold them. You scream and scramble back, but the wolves quickly engulf you. You duck behind a trash can quickly, trying to hide. Why do these things ALWAYS happen to you? ‘They didn’t before I met Jr…’ The thought barely has time to rush through your mind before a wolf whips around the trash can. It’s eyes fall on you and you freeze, staring at it. It lunges and you gasp and roll out of the way. You manage to avoid the brunt of the attack, but the claws of one paw still find your arm. They rake fown your arm, from you elbow to your wrist. It doesn’t hurt, you’re too pumped full of adrenaline for that. You take off running as fast as you can. The streets are full of wolves, everywhere. Where did they come from? Did they escape from the wolf city? You don’t see Jr or Sam anywhere. You round a corner, only to see another wave of wolves. They’re all fighting among themselves. Your mind wanders back to Jr, ‘That’s my pack…’ You stumble over to a building, pressing yourself against a wall. ‘There’s a pack of wolves in my city…. No… There’s more than one pack of wolves, there’s at least two, fighting, right now…’ You try to squeeze into an alley, but two wolves notice you. One lunges, but the other rams into it and glares. You stand frozen, not daring to move. After a moment, they turn and run off. You would have cried with relief, if you had had time. But right now you have to get out of here. You have to get home. You turn and warmth splatters across your face. It burns. You wipe at it desperately, squinting around to find what it’s from. Right in front of you, there’s a wolf being ripped to shreds. You stumble back, nausea taking you. You collapse by the building and look down. Your eyes find your bloody arm, then fall to your wrist. Your bracelet… Your charm... Your protection... It’s gone. You gasp and wipe desperately at your face, “Jr? Jr! Jr!” Fear grips you as everything swims. No… This can’t happen to you… You can’t be exposed to this kind of magic, not without your charm… You finally find Sam. He’s crouched against the wall, a wolf with bright blue eyes is guarding him. You assume that’s Jr. You call out for him again, but your voice is weak. You have to get out of here. You have to find your bracelet. You try and get up, but fall again. Why is this happening to you? You can’t die… Your mom needs you… Jr needs you… You crawl towards Jr. A wolf rams into you, slamming you against ground. You groan. The wolf is heavy, and not moving. You’re too weak to push it off. ‘Isn’t he supposed to notice me? Isn’t he supposed to come save me? Why isn't he coming?’ You stare at him from the ground. He’s guarding his brother with everything he has, not letting anyone even close to him. He doesn’t even glance in your direction. And then you realise… No… He’s not supposed to notice you. He was never supposed to protect you. You aren’t the main character. This isn’t your story. This is there’s… You were always just a side character... Your eyes slowly close and you breathe out for the last time...

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There are a couple relieving months of nothing. Just boring days, going to school, going home, talking with Jr and Sam, and sometimes hanging out. You ask questions about being a werewolf any time you’re alone with the boys. It’s fascinating hearing Jr’s stories and the mechanics of different types of werewolves. You’re starting to relax and enjoy life. You know you shouldn’t. Any time you try reintegrate into “normal” everything shatters around you. This time is no acception. You, Jr, and Sam have been hanging out at a cafe all day, goofing around and having fun. You’ve learned to ignore Jr’s snarky comments by now, and you’re realising that he’s just not changing, but you’ve accepted that. He may be difficult to be around sometimes, but he’s still your friend. You giggle as you lead the way out of the cafe. It’s past dark by now, the stars and moon are out bright. It’s not a full moon, so you’re not worried about it being dark. The stars are beautiful and you lean your head back, enjoying the view. Jr and Sam are goofing off behind you, but you ignore them. Tonight is nice, and you want to remember this, the bright stars, the light breeze, the empty streets, it’s all so beautiful. You’re interrupted by a sudden outbreak of snarls in an alley near the cafe. You, Jr, and Sam all turn at the same time. A sudden howl goes up and Jr’s eyes widen, “That’s my pack.”

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No Una Historia Damur

So we've come to the conclusion of N.U.H.D. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I wanted to try out a story from a side characters point of view and figure out how I would write it. N.U.H.D. was kind of my guinea pig lol. Hope I did OK! I'll be posting my next story soon. This one will be much shorter and was just an idea that popped in my head, a concept really, so we'll see how that one goes XD Once again I hope you enjoyed N.U.H.D. and can't wait to get my next one out! Be looking forward to it, it's coming soon! :D

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Just a couple days later, Jr is back. He’s leaning against that house again. You stop by him on your way to school with Sam, “Hey! Welcome back!” You know last time you saw him, you got into a fight, but isn’t that every time? Hopefully he’ll not take it too seriously… He nods, “Thanks…” But he’s distracted. His eyes are on Sam. You watch as his gaze slowly finds its way to his hickey, peeking out of his shirt. Sam blushes and covers it and Jr smirks. You get in his line of sight, “Ok, I know he’s your brother, but you can hold in the sex jokes ‘til I’m not around. I’m not interested in listening to you tease the living daylights out of him. Let’s be civil now.” Jr grins devilishly and Sam tugs on your shirt, “Come on, let’s go to school. There ain’t no way he’s keeping his big mouth shut…” Jr shrugs, “You’re the one going around with it on display Mr. Shy Boy…” Sam blushes deeper and tugs harder at your shirt. You glare at Jr, “Jerk,” and head to school. Jr’s laugh follows you and Sam as you head down the street. Sometimes you wonder if Jr will ever be nice. Aren’t jerky boys, like, supposed to change when they meet a girl? Aren’t they supposed to, like, “realise the errors of their ways” and all that? Well, it’s taking an annoyingly long time for Jr….

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A week. You don’t see Jr or his brother for a week. You’re feeling like you’re about to lose your mind when you finally see him. Sam is walking to school, practically glowing. You run up to him, “Hey! You’re finally back! I thought I was gonna die of boredom!” He laughs and shrugs, grinning shyly. You can’t help but laugh at that, he’s so shy. It’s sweet. Then you notice a bruise on his neck. It disappears under his shirt collar. You frown, “What’s that?” He reaches up self consciously and rubs it, then, realizing what it is, covers it, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it…” You frown, “Don’t worry about it? You’re bruised… Did…” You lower your voice, “Did your mom hit you?” You know his mom is fiery, and very possibly capable of hitting her sons…. The bruise looked pretty bad, from what you saw. It was very dark. Sam shakes his head quickly, “N-no! It’s…. Nothing…. I said don’t worry about it….” You frown deeper, “I can’t just not worry about it. I’m your friend. Is someone hurting you?” He snorts. It almost seems like…. A laugh? But he composes himself quickly, “I said I’m fine. Stop worrying.” You glare, “I just said I won’t! And why are you laughing at me?!” He shrugs, “You’re just cute when you’re mad…” You groan, “You’re just like Jr! How did I ever think you were nice?! Why do I even hang out with you?! You’re such a brat!” This manages to break a grin from him. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him grin. He’s always so shy. But he seems to be in a very good mood today… Duh. He just got his brother back from Werewolf Hell…. You glare, “You have nothing to say to that? No defence? No snarky comment?” He shrugs, “I’ve never once claimed not to be a brat. Come on. We’re late for school.” You glare, “Oh really? So that matters now? You’re dodging the conversation.” He nods, “I am,” and walks past, heading for school. You hurry after him, cursing quietly under your breath. Why do your friends have to be the full of themselves, snobby, brats? Why can’t you just have NORMAL friends? You sigh. You’ve pretty much resigned yourself to your fate… There’s no escaping it, so you might as well get used to it…