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[muniimyg]

Heyy I’m sad to hear that u wont be updating as often :( but I totally understand where u r coming from, I’m glad that you realise you need a break. I’m happy that you r putting your well-being first. At the end of the day writing should be sth that you enjoy and not just sth that you do for others ! I just want to say I support your decision, thanks for all your hard work so far ! I do hope you decide to come back after ur break, but pls know that even if you don’t, your stories have brought so much joy to someone’s life at one point ! You are really one of the best writers I have seen 💕

thank u for always sending in with reassuring words 🤍 i reread this ask multiple times, unable to believe that u took the time to reflect and believe in me .

i’ll make u proud :)

ps i also randomly posted and completed a jimin fic during my “break” 😹 idk how that happened ,, TRULY FELT LIKE A FEVER DREAM

[muniimyg]

 24 | shit

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note: you guys all knew this was coming right? ... the end is near... please forgive me for the upcoming slight angst/frustering times to come lol </3 we must go through them for the sweetest ending ever !!! i rlly said: UPDATE UPDATE UPDAYSYEJSJ. i’ll be closing the taglist by next ch ,, so this is your last chance to be added! thank you guys for reading,, i hope you enj this ch as much as i enj writing it 🤣 it was def a ✨moment ✨

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💭 fave type of yoongi in this fic?

warnings: smut !! yoongi fingers oc ,, squirts ,, baby dirty talk & almost fucking :)

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The party tonight is packed with so many bodies and faces you could care less about. 

All you care about it Yoongi.

You’ve only been here 40 minutes before him yet it feels like 40 minutes too long.

It started off innocent. 

It was just you laughing along to their jokes and genuinely sharing about your life.. Then you felt the buzz of alcohol kick in and suddenly someone’s body was pushing onto yours. You blink and find Yoongi shoving someone to the wall and yelling in his face. Everyone begins to crowd around and cheer as you slip your way in between the two and beg Yoongi to take a step back. 

His furious eyes soften when you say, “Yoongi, I’m here. You wouldn’t hurt me, right?”

No. 

Of course, he wouldn’t. 

Yoongi drops his fists and uncurls them. You gesture at him to take deep breaths with you.. Even tipsy, you were still such a preschool teacher. It warmed his heart but also angers it. How could you be so patient even in times like these? Times where a warning shove and spiteful words should be exchanged for the sake of your respect. 

He doesn’t know what to do. He breathes in from his nose and sharply exhales in a pissed-off manner. “He deserves this.”

“You don’t,” you promise him. It’s painfully true. Yoongi doesn’t deserve to go through such angry emotions that clog up his relationship with you. Contrary, you don’t deserve to feel this uncomfortable between the two. “... I don’t deserve this.”

It’s then that Yoongi realizes how many eyes are on you three. How childish and immature everything has quickly become. You aren’t even his girlfriend and you already have him acting as if he’d kill for you… Which, let’s be clear; he would. 

“Take a breather,” you beg him before swiftly turning away to check up on the guy he pushed. 

Before you can say anything else or even check on Yoongi; he’s already halfway gone upstairs. You huff and turn to the guy whose name you can’t even remember. 

“Look at what you did,” you mutter to the guy who is still trying to catch his breath. “You made my boyfriend upset.”

By the time Yoongi finds himself in the bathroom, he locks the door and sighs heavily. His head is spinning, not knowing if he’s in the wrong or in the right. He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. If it’s not about you or for you—what is he doing? These days, it’s all about you. 

Everything aches. 

His heart, his head, and his knuckles all ache. His knuckles are a little red already but there are no cuts. Opening and closing his hands, he rolls his wrists to check on them. They feel a little tight but he’ll get over it. 

Yoongi leans towards the sink, turns on the tap, and splashes his face with the running cold water. It refreshes him instantly and calms his boiling blood. Turning the tap off, he lifts his head and stares at himself in the mirror. 

How did he get here?

Just a few months ago, you were the one chasing him. You were the one flooding his phone with random updates and thoughts. You were the one showing up to his practices. You were ignoring the swimmers and now—now you’re all they can look at. Now you entertain them and it hurts because you’re allowed to. 

You’re not his.

You don’t even flirt with them! Yoongi knows you well enough and is confident that you could never do such a thing to him… It’s just the fact that it’s not you that he can’t trust; it’s them. It’s their impulsive thoughts and greediness that Yoongi is well aware of. Why? Because he has a dick too. 

Because he likes you too.

Because maybe, deep down, Yoongi knows he’s just like them. 

Just as Yoongi begins to dig into his thoughts more, they are interrupted by the sound of your aggressive knocking. 

“Aki, it’s me,” your frail voice calls out for him. “Let me in, please..”

And just like that, Yoongi folds. 

He takes a step towards the door but hesitates as his hand wraps around the door knob. Yoongi wonders if this is the best state for you to see him in right now. He’s so confused and consumed in his own feelings—could he see yours? Could he consider yours? Could he be yours?

He wonders for a minute. 

You, on the other side, bite your tongue and hope he’ll let you in. 

Just as you’re about to knock again, the door swings open and you feel him grab onto your wrist and pull you inside. You yelp at the quick movement. You’ve sobered up by now, fully aware of the tension and happenings. You weren’t that tipsy anyway.

“Why’d you storm off like that?”

“You told me to leave,” he snickers.

It’s partly his fault. He listened too quickly to you. Usually, he’d stay. He’s not the type to leave a fight he starts. 

You shake your head to oppose his comment. “I asked you to take a breather.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Same shit… Why’d you follow me?”

“You left me.”

His shoulders drop and his eyebrows knit together in concern. He didn’t realize he left you with the same guys he was fighting off your body. 

Idiot. 

He’s such an idiot!

“Are you okay?” you ask him, quickly noticing the irritated look on his face. 

He’s leaning against the wall, just staring at you. You’re against the sink, tilting your head at him. You’ve never seen Yoongi look this… Small? He looks so unsure. He looks so needy and just so… You don’t know. This is the first time Yoongi has ever looked at you like this. 

This is the first time Yoongi looks at you like he needs you. 

He moves closer to you. You straighten your posture and secretly inhale his scent. Nothing beats being close to him. You wish it could be like this all the time. How every part of him takes over you and just becomes a part of you… You wish this could last forever. 

“I hate that shit,” he begins, voice already so fragile. You look into his eyes, chasing them for some sign of calm. Instead, all you see is a blurry chaos. In his eyes, you see so much desperation, devastation, and disappointment. It makes your stomach turn and you aren’t sure if it’s in a good or bad way. “I hate that they feel entitled to you. I hate myself sometimes because I feel entitled to you. I hate—”

“I’m yours,” you blurt, cupping his cheeks and pulling him close. “You’re allowed to feel entitled to me. I get it. I feel entitled to you too.”

He rolls his eyes, unable to stop his pettiness from arising. “Whatever. Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?” Yoongi remarks the swimmers downstairs. God, when will they ever leave you alone?

“I’m pretty sure I am with him,” you tease.

Yoongi blushes and fails to hide it. “... Okay.”

“Okay?”

Biting his lip, he pulls away from you. “H-how do you do that? How do you piss me off and then pull me back in the moment you open your annoying mouth and say the dumbest shit—”

“You’re clearly upset,” you interrupt him. You hop on top of the sink counter and cross your arms. Offering him a sympathetic look, you ask, “do you want to regulate your emotions? Are you in the green zone, blue zone, yellow—”

“I’m not a child, ___.”

You laugh at him. “Then stop acting like one!”

“I am not your preschool student. I’m a fucking pissed-off boyfriend—”

“Mhmm?” you catch him in the heat of the moment. “What was that?”

Yoongi pauses and clears his throat. Did he just say that? Fuck. He hates that he has to correct himself. “... Eventually your boyfriend.”

“Mhmm.”

“Mhmm?” Yoongi glares at you. All this tension for you to be fucking around with him like this? Two can play this game. 

Yoongi then comes back to you. Closing in on you, you spread your legs for him to fit in between. He snakes his arms around you, making you arch your back. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his favourite skirts. It’s a white pleaded one and it makes you look so angelic. He’s always wanted to do this. He’s always wanted to shove himself up your pretty little skirt and ruin you. 

Thank god for your annoying little mouth. 

It gives him an in.

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. You breathe heavily, taking in his scent once again. Before you know it, you feel his hands travel to your thighs and his index fingers twirl the thin fabric of your flimsy skirt. 

“You’re mine?” Yoongi asks you, “prove it to me.”

You nod, eyes locking with his. Shifting to get more comfortable, you let him scrunch up your skirt to your stomach. Helping him, you put your hand over his and hold your own skirt up. Yoongi smirks at your obedience and tilts his head cockily. 

You aren’t sure if it’s the slight buzz or the fact that your absolutely throbbing waiting for him to do something... But you give in. How could you not?

“Good girl,” he whimpers before dipping low to kiss your lips. 

Your lips melt onto his so easily. 

Just as sweet as the first, Yoongi takes his time sucking on your tongue and dragging the kiss intensity. It’s so wet and lewd, you practically feel his boner breaking through his jeans. As he kisses you, his lips travel down to your neck and your collarbone. Throwing your head back, you lift your other hand and place it on top of his bulge. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi struggles to keep it together. He sucks on your neck, letting your soft moans encourage him to leave a big hickey. He loves the way your hands rub him and how small they feel against him. Soon, your hands travel under his shirt and then around his arms. 

When he’s done leaving a mark, you hiss at the touch of his thumb rubbing against your panty. You two quickly exchange looks before you bite your lip and nod at him slowly. He takes this sign and finds the hem of your underwear to pull them down not even a second later. Scrunching your underwear in his hands, he places them beside you. 

You let him push on your stomach for a moment, causing you to lean against the mirror. In this position, he gets a clearer view of your pussy. Yet, he doesn’t look at it just yet. Instead, he tugs on the hem of your shirt. 

“Take it off,” he commands you. You shake your head teasingly. “Why not?”

“You didn’t say please.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Yoongi cries. “I hate you.”

You giggle in response. “I’m waiting—”

“Please let me see your tits, ace.”

You shrug. “Why?”

Yoongi’s shoulders drop, unamused by your behaviour. He huffs, “hey, how long do you think I have before my dick explodes?” 

Laughing, you playfully shove him. He sticks his tongue out at you and pulls away. You frown as he pushes your legs together and turns his back on you. About to leave, he suddenly gets hit on the head with your bra. 

Did you just fling your bra at him? 

Turning around, he’s greeted by your bare breast. You pout and pat your lap. “Come back. I’ll be good, aki.”

Yoongi nods, eyes closed with a tired expression. “Fine.”

You gasp at his reaction but quickly forget the negative feeling as he cups your breast with his veiny hands. Spreading your legs again, he takes his place in between them. There, he buries his face into your boobs and licks them. 

You moan. 

“Argh, g-get on with it,” you whine.

Yoongi blinks. “Say please.”

You’re dumbfounded and Yoongi feels awfully prideful. 

“I’m waiting.”

“P-please,” you choke, reaching for him. He lets you touch him. “I’ll be good.”

Yoongi takes your word for it. 

You two pick it up from where you left off. He bows his head and then spits on your pussy. Your breath hitches, feeling his saliva run down your folds. Yoongi wastes no time, dragging his thumb to massage his spit in. 

The bathroom is filled with heavy breath exchanges as he begins to stick his fingers inside you. There’s no warning and you can’t lie; it felt a little discomforting in the beginning. His fingers at long and thick, ultimately making you need a little time to adjust to the stretch and burn. Once you get used to it, it’s completely pleasurable. 

It feels so good—so rewarding. 

He knows exactly what he’s doing too.. Watching every little reaction from you and feeding off his skill of being a quick learner. He notices what you like best and how squeezing your breasts every so often adds to your experience. 

Circulating inside you, he pumps them in and out. His speed is exactly what it needs to be at the moment. Meanwhile, his ego continues to skyrocket from your whimpering and gasps. Yoongi curls his fingers inside you and looks up to watch your facial expression. Your eyes roll back and flutter to fixate on his lips. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration; completely getting lost in the sensualness.

Yoongi fingers you deep and fast. It gets more and more intense and before you know it, you’re uttering his name. “Y-Yoongiii,” you sob. “I’m g-gonna—nghh!”

He pulls out his fingers when he feels your walls tighten. Instantly, he slaps your pussy and sneaks in a few rubs against your clit. Before you know it, you wince at the sudden relief of release. 

You squirt. 

Yoongi takes so much pride in this. He moans, leaning against your forehead again and watching your stomach twitch. Followed by that, your breasts bounce from the overdrive. Your lips have become puffy from all the kissing and lip-biting. There’s so much sweat between you two and he can’t help but love how sticky everything feels. 

He pauses, letting you catch your breath. After a moment of silence, you sit up and pull him towards you. Without exchanging words, you unbutton and unzip his pants. His boxers cover his length and it makes you so much more hungry and desperate. 

As you peel off his boxers, Yoongi breathes; “do you really want me to fuck you in a bathroom?”

You blink at him. 

“W-what? Why not?”

He shrugs, watching you take his dick out. You pump him and run your thumb across his angry tip. Yoongi’s body shivers and he can’t help but mutter your name. 

“Fuck, ___.” 

You smile, loving the way he reacts to your touch. Even if you feel a little exhausted from your turn; you couldn’t miss this. You refuse to. 

He moves close to you and stretches your folds. Then, he places himself in between them and shares one final look with you before he brushes his dick up and down your entrance. 

“Don’t tease,” you beg. “You’ve done that enough today.”

He chuckles at your desperation and feels his heart clench. “Whatever you want, ace. You have it. You have me. I’m yours.”

With that, you reach up to kiss him. As you two kiss, and just as he’s about to push himself, knocks abruptly interfere. 

You two turn to the door and watch the door knob shake. Yoongi pulls away, tucking himself back in. You reach to your side and put on your underwear and bra. Fixing yourselves up, you two sigh at the sound of Jimin’s voice on the other side. 

“Yoongi, you fucked up one of our swimmer’s shoulders! He can’t compete at our next meet! I hope ___ blue balls you, you bitch! I won’t let you two fuck because of this!”

After that, Jimin continues to yell and knock on the door. Yoongi groans, hating his friend more than ever. Looking back at you, he watches you compose yourself. You fix your hair, adjust your clothes, and catch your breath. 

He offers his hand and helps you off the sink counter. Your legs still feel a little weak, so you stumble. Yoongi catches you before you can fall and holds you tight. You thank him for helping you and clear your throat to break the awkwardness. 

“You sober now?” Yoongi’s voice is dry. He feels a little parched and imagines you feel the same.

“... Y-yeah,” you nod, snapping back to reality. “Thanks f-for that. W-we should head out… Jimin probably wants to talk to you anyway, so I’ll head out first—”

Yoongi catches your arm and holds you still. “No goodbye kiss?”

Your eyes widen. 

After all of that, he still wants to pull this kind of bullshit? You can’t help but feel it to be endearing though. Giving in, you quickly kiss him on the lips, unlock the door, and push past Jimin. 

Jimin glares at Yoongi and shoves him. “Bro, you fucked up one of the sperms shoulders! I fucking hate you—”

Yoongi stands in the bathroom, watching you leave. He can’t hear anything Jimin has to say and honestly? It doesn’t matter to him right now. All that matters is you.. 

Yoongi doesn’t even know where you’re going, but he is sure to follow soon enough.

There’s no easy way to describe how he feels about you. How intensely he yearns for your attention or how much it aches to be yours for a moment and then left in the dust the next. 

It bothers him so much to watch you walk away… It’s a sight he can’t seem to swallow. Instead of fighting what he thinks this is; Yoongi gives in to the very thought that has been running through his mind since the very first moment you stepped into his life.

“I think I love her.” Yoongi confides to Jimin.

“No shit...” Jimin responds, sighing in defeat as he lets Yoongi slip through the door and follow you into the crowd.

[muniimyg]

23 | no loyalty

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note: whose ready for the next part because 🥵🔥… jealous yoongi returns !!! but like also… has he ever left? LMAO !!!

💭 what’s your fave line from this ch? comment and let me know!! i missed their chaotic energy 😤💓

ps: only 7 more parts left??? bro….. 😭

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[muniimyg]

Heyyy sorry I wasn’t able to leave any comments I got so busy 😢 I just read the art of war and it’s so good ??? I am so addicted to the story, can’t wait to read more ! I’m waiting for the jealousy part Namjoon deserves some pain

Reading ur fics is always a serotonin boost ! 💕✨ Thank you for sharing with us !

omooo ,, thanks for sending in! i really appreciate you reading my work & loving it 🥹 i think what makes this story good is how mellow yet chaotic it is?? like the undertone of angst w the weirdest dialogue has me laughinggggggg.

+ part 3 is allllll about the jealousy 😈 i can’t wait to share it w you guys! he does deserve some pain… i’m surprised no one thinks he’s toxic 🤣

[muniimyg]

“Why do you do that ?”

“Do what ?”

“Love yourself less to love me more,”

I don’t know why but this is the most beautifully written thing I have read in a long long time. Your writing is magic !!

Anyway I’m so sad that please love me is coming to an end. I will miss this pair so much🥲 but also can’t wait to read new stories from u !! 🤍

AAAAA thank u so much 😖 this is not the end! they still have a series of extras to go thru! please check my pinned post for my upcoming work and add yourself to the taglist! mwahh

[muniimyg]

30 | choose me ✒️

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note: … this is the end of part ii. i’ll begin part iii after more interactions 😭 im an attention wh0re ikik ,, enjoy besties 🥴 ,,, no warnings since this is honestly such a fluff chapter ✋🏽 yk the drill!!! send me ur thots 💭 see u guys soon (?) LOL

Hospitals are the worst. 

This one in particular brings many heavy memories. This very hospital your grandmother funded is the same one she was rushed to. She passed away in the ICU wing, 3 doors from the right hall a few days after. You remember it all too well.

Now, being here for your best friend stings. It hurts and you aren’t too sure how to process the feelings of overwhelming anxiety. 

“Ms ___?” A voice calls for you. You turn your head and see a doctor smiling at you warmly. “It’s an honour to meet you. Your family has done so much for this hospital and the medical field—”

No. 

You aren’t in the mood for this right now. “I’m looking for Jeon Jungkook? Are you his doctor?” you cut him off, unbothered by how rude it may have come out to be. “I need to see him. Can I see him?”

He smiles at you again, a little smaller than the initial greeting. You take him by surprise. You’re the granddaughter and daughter of absolute legends but right now, you’re a friend in distress.

“Jeon Jungkook from Jeon Inc, correct? I am his doctor. I promise you that he is in great hands as it’s also an honour to be at his service.” 

“She’s his emergency contact, Doctor. Please, what’s his condition?” Seok Jin speaks for you. He sounds so calm and collected. He’s the absolute opposite of you. 

“Are you Kim Seok Jin? The youngest son of Kim Ko? Wow.. Such influential families in my midst.. I am—”

“We understand how this must feel for you but we would prefer if you could continue as professional as possible. Please get on with it.” Seok Jin interrupts him. 

Thank fucking god. 

The doctor’s cheeks flush red. He clears his throat and mutters an apology. “Ms ___, Mr Jeon was found without a helmet and was more than lucky that his accident wasn’t as fatal as it could have been. His scans came out clean but aside from that… He’s facing a displacement fracture on his right arm, he hit his head and needed a few stitches. He has some road rash and bruised ribs.. And to answer your question, no. Unfortunately, you can not see him right now as I am taking him in for surgery. It’s a simple 1-2 hour procedure, Ms ___. Feel free to wait for me in the waiting room or even inside his recovery room.” 

Jin pulls you in for a hug and you sigh deeply. “Is that allowed? Can we wait inside his room?”

“Exceptions are made for Ms ___. Belated condolence to your grandmother, by the way.. I met her once and she was an amazing woman. Your parents as well—”

“Thank you for your time, doctor.”

For the second time tonight, the doctor tries to not look too offended. Jin gives the doctor a look, the kind that warns him to stop. You had been through enough tonight and the mention of your grandmother and parents is definitely not what you need to feel better. The doctor then excuses himself and you turn to Jin with a sad smile. 

“He’s going to be okay,” you breathe. “That fucking idiot better be okay.” 

Seok Jin laughs, tightening the hug. “I’m sorry this is happening, baby. I should have waited for you instead of—”

“Instead of what, Jin? The conversation had to happen. I can’t control his reaction.. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you or even at him.. Maybe at myself, sure. But not at you, baby, “ you reassure him. 

He shakes his head. “Don’t blame yourself either,” he tells you. “That’s not fair. It’s not how this is going to work either.”

You look at him and feel it in your chest. If before you complained about how he couldn’t meet you emotionally.. How he was never there when you needed him or how his warmth was limited—you’re surely wrong now. 

Right now, Jin is all you need. 

You’re restless. 

It’s only been an hour and you can’t do this. “What if he doesn’t make it?” you ask Jin, intertwining your fingers together. 

You two are sat inside his car. He insist that you get some sleep since this adventure took all night. “Go to sleep, baby.” 

You’re sleepy. You’re trying to fight it too. It’s so obvious. His heart melts at the sight of your puffy cheeks and sleepy eyes. How are you even speaking right now? You look so exhausted. 

“I can’t.” Sitting up, you let out a deep sigh. “He’s alone. I need to be there. I don’t even know what I’m doing here—”

“You’re here with me,” Jin explains, attempting to calm you. “He’s in there with doctors. The moment his eyes open, you’ll be there. I promise you.”

You nod, still not fully convinced. 

“You want to wait in his room, don’t you?” Jin guesses. He’s right of course, he just wants you to confirm it. 

You smile at him weakly. “Please?”

He pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight. “Only if you promise me you’ll get some sleep before he wakes up.”

“I promise.”

This is a no brainer for Jin. He’d give you anything you want.. It just sucks that he gets the short end of the stick. That though he’s the one holding you, protecting you right now, it’s still Jungkook you’re thinking of. He gets it. This is your best friend and his injuries are serious enough for surgery.. He gets that this is all so overwhelming for you.. But what about him? This is you. You’re again in a position where of course you’ll be picking Jungkook over him. 

Maybe Hoseok had a point. 

But it’s okay. It’s whatever. Jin brushes of his new realization and reverts back to his old thoughts—the time you two went camping. Here, Jin finds himself wondering when the day you’ll pick him over Jungkook will ever come again.

... So much for only needing Jin. 

When Jungkook wakes up, he knows exactly where he is. 

The ceiling looks familiar. The bed and gown feel familiar. The only thing he didn’t expect to see is Jin asleep on the loveseat across the room, asleep with his arms crossed. Confused, Jungkook turns his head and sees you asleep beside him. 

Your chair is squished the closest it can be to his bed. Your arms are crossed while your head rests on top of them like a pillow. Your body is slumped over his side with your hand on top of his. It covers the IV and all he can think is; shit.

In all honesty, Jungkook can’t say this sight makes him happy but he isn’t exactly feeling the worst with how close you are to him. It’s odd. It’s mixed feelings of being comforted that you’re by his side, but also loathing himself for being the reason why you are where you u are right now. He lifts his arm to touch you. 

Rather, he tries to and fails. 

He lets out a stiff groan and it shifts no other than Jin awake. 

“Woah, hey,” Jin gets up to be by Jungkook’s side. He helps Jungkook adjust his arm and gently places it comfortably for him. “Don’t move too much. You literally just got out of surgery.”

“Is she mad at me?” Jungkook murmurs, throat dry from… Well, everything but it doesn’t matter. It’s you that matters and he can’t shake the feeling of guilt off. “On a scale of 1-10, how mad is she at me?” 

Jin shakes his head with a soft smile. “She’ll be glad you’re okay.”

Jungkook glares at him. “Don’t sugarcoat it,” he commands. “She’s pissed and you’re doing that hero thing.”

Again, Jin shakes his head. This time, no smile. “Why is it so hard for you to accept that people can care about you without an ulterior motive?” 

“Because we come from rich families that prioritize business over feelings. You don’t fall that far from the tree, Jin. Only ___ and I do.” Jungkook barely is able to make out this sentence. His voice goes quiet and dry. 

Seok Jin sighs, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll grab you some water and food.. I’ll probably look for your doctor on my way back to check up on you.” Jin then moves to the other side of the hospital bed and bends down to his knees. There, he taps you awake and moves your body back to lean against the chair. 

There, you wake up. 

“Hey,” Jin says softly. “Guess who's awake?”

You rub your eyes, focusing on Jungkook whose face completely softens at your gaze. Jin then rubs your back and excuses himself, giving you and Jungkook some well-needed space. The way Jin and you hold hands for a moment, fingers lingering and looking so delicate intertwined… Jungkook doesn’t miss it. 

If anything, it inspires him to cough and ask Jin to hurry up. 

Jin chuckles and complies. You sit still, staring at Jungkook. The moment Jin exits the room and you hear the door click, Jungkook opens his mouth to say something and then closes it. 

“You better fucking pray that door isn’t locked because I’m going to kill you.”

You stand up and raise your hand. You’re so angry. No, beyond that—you’re furious. Thank god he’s okay, but wow, did he need a beating? He’s already all scratched, bruised, and broken up.. What’s another injury to the list right? Jungkook’s eyes widen and he immediately winces. 

“Ow!”

“I didn’t even hit you yet!” 

“Well, maybe don’t hit me at all! Look at this!” he cries, nodding towards his injuries. “I’m already hurt.”

“You deserve it,” you say sternly. “Idiots deserve to be hurt.”

Jungkook sighs, nodding with his eyes closed. “I know, I know,” he mumbles. “But I’m your idiot.”

“Why do you do this?” you ask him. “You know I hate hospitals. You know my situation here with my family. You know how much I hate you riding your motorcycle, yet you went off without a helmet? Again?” 

Every part of you begins to burn. You’re aching inside, that’s the truth. You hate that he does shit like this. It makes you feel like you’re not important enough for him to stay alive. What kind of best friend puts you in this position?

You know that, yes, maybe these thoughts and feelings are selfish.. But who fucking cares? He could have died. He could have left you without saying goodbye. This.. Him being hurt like this was the best case scenario.

 “Like, remember when we were younger and you would get into fights at every party we went to? Why hasn’t that changed? Why do you keep hurting yourself? Why are you smiling? It’s not funny. You think this is funny—”

“I was trying to get your attention,” Jungkook smiles weakly. His answer is simple it confuses you. You don’t even know how to respond to him. 

“I don’t know what to do with you! What if I had to call your parents and let them know that their son is a complete idiot because he’s unsafe and a terrible listener—” for the second time, you raise your hand to hit him. Jungkook doesn’t wince this time or move away. Instead, with his decent hand, he grabs yours and pulls you close.

You plop onto his bed and he tugs you closer. 

“You could have died,” you fret. It’s soft and it breaks his heart. Practically nose to nose, you find it in yourself to glare at him. “You get that, right? You could have really died.”

“Hey,” you turn away when he begins. He moves his face to meet with yours. “It worked, right?” 

“What worked?”

“I got your attention. On the plus side, I’m here and I’m okay,” he attempts to laugh and nods at his injuries. “… For the most part.”

“Not funny.”

“But most importantly, you’re here.” 

You look at him with care and so many conflicting feelings. How could he make such a painful moment feel so tender? It only causes you to ache. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you ignore them. Looking up and breaking away from your closeness with him, you blink away the tears. 

You sniff, “I’m here, Jungkook. I always have been.”

He shakes his head and mutters, “not in the way I want you to be.”

“Jungkook—”

“You never choose me,” he begins. Now, you turn to meet with his eyes. His eyes that are suddenly beginning to pool with tears. It’s weird. Automatically, it feels weird because come to think of it... You’ve never really seen him cry before. You begin to panic. 

“What’s this about, Jungkook? What’s going on?”

He swallows. 

It’s now or never, right?

It’s you forever or losing you to whoever.. Jungkook gathers whatever is left of courage and belief in himself for this very moment. It should have happened in the garden. But a hospital bed and an injured body will just have to do. 

“I’ve been waiting forever for you to choose me the way you choose him. I didn’t even think that was a thing, ___… Until you started choosing him.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask genuinely confused. Is he talking about Jin? Of course, he’s talking about Jin.. But what is he really trying to say?

“It’s like you choose him because you want to and it feels like you choose me because you’re used to it. Like you have to. And look, I get it. Love isn’t something I can say and expect you to believe. It’s something I have to show you over and over again because frankly, you’re so fucking dense. Just because you see me as the boy you grew up with doesn’t mean I’m not a man. I’m a man, ___. I’ll show you what I mean if you let me.”

You blink. 

Is he saying what you think he’s saying? ... Right now? 

Where is Jin? He should be back soon.. God, what should you do right now? Pull away? You don’t know! Maybe you should—

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook stops you. “Don’t move away. Not right now—just, please… Listen to me, ___ because I... I don’t know what I’m doing anymore if it’s not about you or for you.”

Your breath hitches. 

Then, Jungkook tugs you towards him again. 

“I’m confused,” you admit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. In my mind, I have chosen you every single day of our lives.”

“Don’t be with him,” he begs you. “Be with me.”

“I am with you—“

“___, I’m serious,” Jungkook warns.

“So am I,” you pout. You’re beginning to feel a little uneasy and he can tell. It makes him feel uneasy too, but honestly? Fuck it. “Jungkook, what the hell is this about? Are you oka—”

“Why are you so oblivious?”

“I am not!”

“I’m gonna say it,” he confesses, raising his tone.

“Say what—“

“I’m in love with you.”

You gulp. 

“Hobi said you had feelings for me before. When?” He asks nonchalantly. It scares you how casually he says it like he’s known it for so long it’s no longer surprising to him. Has he?

“What?” you try to play it cool. So many thoughts begin racing through your mind. This is a sick joke! How could he be playing with your emotions given the circumstances? Jungkook is unbelievable and so is Hoseok! “He’s a liar.”

“Look at that,” he points at your bottoms. You bow your head down and stare at your bottoms, again, confused as fuck. “Your pants are on fire.” Jungkook teases. 

You look up at him and gasp. “Just for that, I’m never telling you.”

“So you did have feelings for me,” he smirks, catching you red-handed. Before you open your mouth to protest, he beats you to it. “Doesn’t matter.. I’ll find out soon enough. Right now, the point is, you liked me.”

“So what?” you cross your arms, feeling a little threatened by his knowledge. 

“You liked me once, you can do it again.” You’re stunned. Your entire world goes silent as you stare into his eyes and he just smiles cheekily. You struggle to find the words—any words!

How could he just do this to you? Out of nowhere? Is this what he wanted to tell you in the garden? Everything is beginning to feel like never before. Maybe because you have never seen this side of Jungkook before. He’s smooth? He’s saying such outrageous things but yes. He has your fucking attention and now you’re... Nervous? Around him, nay, because of him? 

Are you fucking serious? 

“You’re insane,” you giggle. “You little prankster! Just saying random shit to get out of trouble with me—”

“I am insanely in love with you, you dense piece of shit.” 

“Hey!”

He blinks at you slowly, his mouth curving into a smile. “Hi.”

You’re choked. 

Has he always looked like this? Suddenly, you’re noticing things you haven’t paid attention to because you’re trying to avoid his eyes. 

Wow! Look at those tattoos. 

Woah! Cool blanket.

No way! Such a nice quality hospital gown.

“Look at me,” he protests. You listen and instantly you feel weak. You’ve never been nervous around him. Well, not in this way. It feels like the time when he mentioned you were his type—oh god. 

And the time he held you when you grieved over your grandmother. Oh, and the times after that when he’d make you pancakes and—

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook repeats. “I have loved you for so long that I don’t remember a day when I didn’t.” 

“Take it back,” you spit. “Take everything you just told me back because—”

“Because you don’t love me back?” His suggestion sounds more.. Insistent. Could he be right? Could he be wrong?

“Because you’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about loving you?”

You don’t know.

You stay silent, unsure of how to answer him. Could you answer him? 

“I know you, ___. I know I can’t rush into loving you so I stood by your side all these years to get you to warm up to me. I have done everything I can to be everything for you but to be the man you love. Call me crazy, but I don’t think I’m reaching for something that’s impossible. I mean, it’s us, ___.” 

Fuck. 

“I’ve been yours for so long,” Jungkook admits. 

Say something!

You’re driving him crazy. You know it too.. Still, you keep your mouth shut and your his eyes search for answers in yours. Soon, he gives in. 

“Keep playing stupid if you want,” Jungkook proposes, hinting that he’ll back off for now. He shifts his position, making himself more comfortable. He then raises his hand and pats your head. You look up at him with the biggest eyes filled with wonder. Then, he tucks your hair behind your ears before cupping your face. Jungkook leans in and says, “but I’m done, ___. I need you to know and I need you to love me back.”

“Jungkook, I do love you—”

“___,” 

“No, seriously—”

“Shut up.” 

You’re just digging a deeper grave for yourself. He’s already getting embarrassed over this. He wasn’t even sure if he expected you to reciprocate or reply to his feelings.. He just needed to tell you. 

“Listen to me—”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll do it,” he implies. “I’m serious.”

Do what? You’re beyond frustrated. Your blood pressure is probably through the roof right now. “I’m serious too! Jungkook, what if you’re feeling this way because—”

“I love you.”

“Jungkook—”

“I love you.”

You groan, “stop it! Jungkook, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he urges. 

Frustrated, you pull away. “Jungkook—”

“Shut up.”

“Jungkook, you’re being mean,” you cry.

“Let me make it up to you then.”

And then it happens—everything stops. After such a hectic conversation, this was definitely a way to end it on a… Surprising note. You aren’t sure why or how but you shut your eyes and let it happen.

The world, in which you and Jungkook had made together, moves slowly as he leans in and kisses you for the first time.