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thebangtancloud · 3 years ago

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You get into a dangerous situation after a serious argument ~ Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Death?

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"Jin, please," you sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted to the point where your shoulders drooped heavily, leaning forward to rest your hands against the back of the couch. "She just fell asleep, let's drop it." Jin stood across from you, a frown on his face and his chest rising with pent-up anger. "Okay," he decided, his voice much softer now compared to the long stretches of yells he had been at for the past fifteen minutes. "Only if you agree to stop nagging me."

Your eyes fell shut at his words, shaking your head. "I wasn't nagging you, Jin. I only asked you to be careful."

"You-" he stopped momentarily, throwing a glance to his daughter's room before continuing, his finger pointed straight at your face. "You began this argument, you were the one who stepped on the Lego, and you shouldn't take your anger out on me."

"What?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Anger?"

He nodded, straightening up and folding his arms across his chest.

"What anger?" you asked lamely, taken aback at yet another word he brought up in the fight.

"First off, it's not my fault that you didn't see the Legos on the floor. You got hurt by it and you're blaming me-"

"Because you forgot to put them back," you intervened, raising an eyebrow at him because you knew you were right.

"Is that why you didn't even give me a second to spare before you came onto me? I understand you're tired, but I'm tired too. It's not a pleasant feeling to have you ask me about something that I can't even remember doing as soon as I step foot into my house, (Y/n)."

Your mouth fell open, blinking rapidly as you took desperate steps towards him to clear a misunderstanding. "I didn't start this because you forgot to put back the Legos, Jin. I simply asked you to remember to put them back the next time you have the boys over, because our daughter isn't old enough to understand what is not meant to be eaten, and you know that. She eats anything and everything she sees, and the last thing we need is for us to rush her to the hospital because she choked on a block of Lego that you left out in the open."

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm not a good father?" he narrowed his eyes at you who was now standing in front of him, your words uttered in hushed whispers in fear of waking her up. You blinked in disbelief, forming a fist to punch at his arm. "That is not what I said."

"Seems like you're trying to point out my mistakes when it comes to our child. Do you need me to remind you that your slate isn't clean either?" He gave you a pointed look.

"What the hell Jin?" you frowned, feeling cornered by his words. "I am not trying to point out your mistakes, neither am I trying to tell you that you're not a good father. You're the best father my baby could have and you know that."

"Then just forget it! Okay, I made a mistake, I forgot to put the Legos back in place because we went back to the kitchen to eat dinner and I went to sleep right after. And were you satisfied with my explanation? Nooo," he stretched out the word, his eyes widening animatedly as he tried to get his point across to you.

"You just have to go on about me being careless and you stepping on it and hurting your leg, and how I didn't clear up the dishes last night, which just so happens to be the only day I left the kitchen in a mess before I went to bed, and you know that."

You rubbed your forehead, a heavy sigh escaping your mouth. "Why are you overreacting?"

"I could ask you the same thing, lady," he smiled at you, but it wasn't genuine. He was taunting you with it and you knew that. "Jin..." you began, but he shook his head.

"You don't get to dump all of this over my head the moment I enter the house after I've worked the whole day. You don't know how irritating that is, and as much as I hate to admit it, you are getting on my nerves." He shook his head, moving forward to walk past you and take a seat on the couch with a loud huff.

"And what do you think I've been doing the whole day? Hatching eggs?"

"(Y/n)," he turned to look at you, but his eyes were closing in frustration. "You should leave this, you're the one who's dragging this on."

Your hands raised to rest against your hip, a firm nod following. "Okay, I am dragging this on. But I need a solution to this. You get worked up when I tell you to do one thing, and I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut every time you throw your shit on me?"

His eyes opened, staring at you in bewilderment, "When do I ever throw my shit on you?"

You laughed, walking towards him and also taking a seat, his body turning to face you. "Why do you question me when there is no water in the fridge? When you're the only one who drinks cold water in this house?"

Jin scoffed, throwing his head back in anger as his jaw clenched, thinking back to the argument you had just yesterday over such a tiny matter. "Why are you bringing this up?"

"Oh- I have more. What about the time I had to take an unplanned leave from work to stay back with our daughter, only because you got so drunk that you literally spent the night at Yoongi's place without telling me anything?"

"(Y/n)," his voice lowered, warning you not to push it any further.

"What? Can't take it when I show you a mirror?" You snapped, shoving a finger in the direction of your daughter's room. "That little girl is only 2, and you expect me to single-handedly take care of her? Is this the whole point of parenthood? Of marriage?"

His eyes flickered to the door that you pointed to, then back to yours, hurt flashing across his expression. "You're talking as if I'm not present."

"That's because you're not, Jin," you sighed, reaching forward to gently take his hand in yours. "She sees lesser of you every day, and it's not easy for me to keep defending you when she asks for her daddy. I can't keep telling her that you love her to no end and that she's the apple of your eye, because you're never around for her to feel that."

"But I do love her," he whispered, his eyes glossing over with tears, "I love her more than anything in this world."

You smiled sadly at him, squeezing his hand, "Then make time for her, I'm not asking you for much, she's your daughter."

"Who do you think I'm working so hard for? It's for her, for you, so that she can be proud to know that if she ever needs something, her daddy can get it for her in the blink of an eye."

"But she needs you, Jin," you pressed, "She's not at the age to want extraordinary things, she just needs her father to be with her, to throw her up into the air, to carry her around the world on your hip, to sing her to sleep. She needs you, and you're not there."

"You're being unfair," he murmured, slipping his hand out of your grasp to run it through his hair. "I am trying my best, but it's not possible for me to be there all the time, given the job that I have. Plus, in a few years, she won't even remember if I was there to put her to sleep or not, she's only a baby."

You looked at him, stunned at his reply. "You don't think your presence or absence plays an important role in these years of her life?"

"She's only a toddler, (Y/n)," he tried to explain, but you held up a hand to stop him.

"Then why did you get so upset when she called out to Namjoon as her daddy? Why? He works the same job as you do, yet his presence is more evident in her life than yours."

You watched as his jaw clenched at the memory, his eyes narrowing as he snapped his head to yours. "Are you so desperate to have the upper hand in this argument that you stoop so low? Did you really have to remind me of something that had hurt me so bad?"

"Jin," you shook your head, but he stood up abruptly, silencing you with a firm hand in front of your face. "Stop."

You stood up too, but you were soon greeted with an accusing finger that was raised to the level of your eyes. "You know what? This is the reason why I stay out later than I should. You, you are the reason. We never had these issues before she was born, but now you're using her as an excuse to blame me for things that you've never had the nerve to confront me about."

Your eyes widened, holding his finger to lower it, "Using her?" you whispered in shock, unable to believe that these words were coming from your own husband.

He nodded, turning away and walking back towards the front door which he walked through just twenty minutes ago. "Whatever shit you're trying to accuse me of, you're to blame too. It's not the easiest thing to be married, to have a child, and sometimes it makes me wonder if I-" Jin stopped himself, his fingers pausing its movements over the back of his shoe that he was trying to pull on, his eyes flitting up to meet yours.

"If you what?" you probed, your heart beginning to race in anticipated pain. "Why did you stop?"

He turned away, slipping on his shoes and reaching for his coat and keys that were dangling next to the door. You walked up to him, grabbing him by his arm as he reached for the handle of the door. "If you what? Finish what you were trying to say," you urged him.

He scoffed, his head falling back in frustration, his patience wearing thin by the second. With a solid glare, he threw his coat over his shoulder, pushing you aside by your shoulder to open the door. "Tell me," you repeated again, "Are you trying to run away from confronting me about something?"

He paused again, only this time to face you completely.

"I wonder if I made a mistake in choosing you as my life partner."

With that, he was out the door, making sure to slam it shut. You stood frozen by the door, your eyes trained on the spot he was standing just a moment ago, the gust of wind from the closing of the door knocking the air out of you. Maybe it would've been better if you had just let him leave without asking him to complete his sentence, then you wouldn't have been so crushed.

Your daze was one of the many reasons why your responses were delayed to the shrill cry that came from the room, your head turning slowly as you tried to blink away the pain. Three hours of endless stories that made no sense, songs with your made-up lyrics about unicorns and turtles that you sang off-tune, patting and cooing her patiently until her eyes drooped, all went down the drain. Now how were you supposed to muster up enough energy to do the same thing again, after being broken by the one man who was your very source of strength?

"Hyung, slow down," Yoongi gripped the bar above his head, eyes panicked and form tensed as he glanced over at Jin. "You're going too fast, we're in a residential complex."

Jin stayed silent, his jaw clenching as he replayed your words over and over again. Even as he slowed his speed, much to Yoongi's relief, Jin felt like he was trapped in a box with no air to breathe. He just couldn't believe that you brought up the one thing that he made you promise never to speak of again, and it drove him way past his limits. Even though his sane mind tried to reason out with him and make him realize that in no way was it right for him to speak to you the way he did, all he could focus on was the sound of his little girl giggling as she stretched out her arms towards Namjoon, addressing him with the one word that was only reserved for him.

That was possibly the worst day of his life, and to be reminded of it was just as painful as experiencing it that day. Even as he let out a breath, even as he stopped the car by the side of the road because he could no longer see it through the tears that were pooling in his eyes, Jin felt so rotten.

Somewhere within him, he wished he hadn't told you what he did, especially before he left the house. There was no doubt that he didn't mean it, choosing you, marrying you, having a daughter with you, had been and will always be the essence of his life. Yet, something made him want to hurt you just as much as you hurt him. And even as Yoongi wordlessly patted Jin's back, he had no idea what to do next. How could he face you? Would it be possible to sit down and talk it out? Would he be able to apologize for what he said and also express that your words had hurt him too?

Maybe he could.

Or maybe not.

Because the moment he saw your name flash across the screen in his car, his blood ran cold. Yoongi sat confused, wondering why Jin wasn't answering, however, all Jin could think of was that you never call him first. Never.

Through all the years he'd been with you, after countless fights and arguments, you had never been the one to initiate a conversation after a fight.

It was something that he took pride in, something that gave him enough time to come up with something incredibly cheesy and lame that made you giggle even though you tried your hardest not to, eventually letting him hold you to him.

But what was this?

Why were you calling him not even an hour after he left?

"Why aren't you answering it?" Yoongi asked, waving a hand in front of Jin who looked like he had just seen a ghost in daylight. "Hyung?"

"Hm?" Jin didn't even understand what Yoongi was speaking, his thumb subconsciously running over the band that sat on his ring finger.

Yoongi frowned, deciding that he had heard enough of the annoying ring of the Bluetooth speakers, reaching forward to answer the call. Jin blinked in panic, his fingers clenching as he tried to quickly come up with an apology, but both the men found themselves frowning at the sound of crackling, leaning forward to hear better.

"-house Jin!" your voice finally rang through the car.

"What?" Jin asked you, yet all he could hear was the sound of things shuffling. "Can you hear me?"

"Jin we-" He held his breath, "-fire!" your voice suddenly boomed through the speakers, the sound of your daughter screaming in the background becoming loud and evident as Jin fumbled to turn off the Bluetooth and hold his phone to his ear. Yoongi got out of the car in an instant, running over to Jin's side, only to push him all the way across onto the passenger seat of the car, taking over the wheel as Jin tried to desperately get a response from you.

"(Y/n)! Can you hear me? Where are you?" he rushed, his legs beginning to tremble in fear when he could no longer hear your voice.

"Go home, right now!" He yelled at Yoongi who was already driving straight to your house, a deep frown on his face as his knee bounced in worry. With one hand, he pulled out his phone to call for help, knowing that Jin wasn't in his senses to think straight.

"Oh God," Jin whispered, looking down at his lock screen to see his two precious girls, grinning at the camera with the giddiest smiles on your faces, his daughter's eyes twinkling with joy as she gripped onto your hair, the two of you looking the happiest you had ever been. Jin's heart burned, looking out the window aimlessly as he clutched his phone to his chest, his fingers shaking with dread.

"Please be safe, I'm coming. I'm coming home."

Jin was so shocked that he actually stopped moving, at all. He somehow managed to get out of the car, but he stayed there, his glassy eyes reflecting the angry yellow flames that had now devoured the entire ground floor of his house. He watched it as if it was a scene from a movie, his feet, and hands cold as ice in comparison to the burning fire that was now making its way up to the top of the house. The top floor of the house.

His daughter's room.

If there was something that could snap him out of the horror-stricken state that he was in, it was the sight of you. Jin visibly shivered when he saw a hand opening the window to his daughter's room, your head popping out with your daughter firmly held to your chest, her wails loud and piercing even through the loud roar of the fire.

People were gathering and there was a fire truck pulling in just as Jin took his first blind step towards you, wishing that his arms that were stretching out would magically reach you and bring you out to safety. Yoongi was now standing right below the window, eyes squinted as angry bursts of smoke hit his face, his arms reaching up just as you were carefully lowering your daughter down with a blanket that was wrapped around her.

"(Y/n)," Jin looked up, his eyes momentarily falling on his daughter who was now almost in Yoongi's arms, looking back up to see your face scrunch up in pain, your arms trembling as you leaned over the window until she was in the safety of Yoongi's arms. Within an instant, both Jin and Yoongi, who now held her to his shoulder and pulled off the blanket, were pulled violently by a few people dressed in orange suits, Jin's arms reaching out only to see you turn back and run into the room.

"Wait wait, what is she doing? (Y/N)!" Jin suddenly yelled, his eyes widening as he finally understood the seriousness of the situation. He struggled to free himself from the man who was holding him back, his words of instruction a simple buzz in the background as all Jin could focus on was that you were not jumping off of the window too. Why did you go back in when the house was literally on fire?

"DADDY!" Jin turned at the sound of a shriek to see his little girl with Yoongi, the side of her face black and visible streaks of tears traveling down her chubby cheeks, one arm outstretched as she called out to him while the other clutched at Yoongi's collar.

"Go, the team will get your wife out," the man who was holding him back encouraged him, Jin looking back to the room as his heart dropped, tears falling from his eyes when he still could not see you. He watched for a moment as a few people rushed in, the hose on the truck now spraying powerful jets of water over the walls and through the windows. Jin cried, his legs wiggling like jelly as he walked back to Yoongi, pulling his daughter into his arms and burying her face into his neck, patting her back to calm her even though loud sobs were racking through his own chest.

Jin dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving the burning house in front of him, a house that the two of you built from scratch, looking frantically between the window and the door, hoping desperately that he would just see you once more to settle the erratic thump of his heart. With each cry that came from his daughter, Jin cried twice as much, his body bending forward as he shielded his little girl from the scene that was unfolding in front of him.

"(Y/n)," Yoongi suddenly whispered, all eyes now following the two firefighters who were walking out with you in their arms, a thick black blanket covering you completely as they wobbled their way past the front door, making their way to safe ground as they placed you down. An ambulance that Jin had no idea was there notified everyone of its arrival, paramedics rushing towards you as the same two firefighters unwrapped the blanket from around you.

"She's got no pulse!" Jin heard someone yell, his grip on his daughter tightening as he watched someone straddle your stomach immediately, performing CPR on you.

"No," he whispered, plopping onto his butt, eyes only focused on you as you lay on the floor, eyes shut lifelessly as your whole body shook violently with each push against your chest. "Mama?" His little girl turned, pointing a finger in your direction as Jin's face grew pale. "Mama!"

"Come back," He mumbled, eyes not leaving you even once as the man who was performing CPR on you switched with someone else, one of the paramedics holding an Ambu bag over your mouth. Jin froze for a moment along with everyone else as they checked for a pulse, a guttural sob escaping his chest as he bent forward, his heart clenching as they began performing CPR again after declaring that you still had no pulse.

"No, God, please..." Jin begged, not even realizing it when Yoongi had pulled your daughter away from him, falling forward and joining his hands. "Please, God! Don't let anything happen, please," Jin cried, his body shaking with fear of not seeing you again, not holding your hand again, not hearing your laugh, or seeing you smile again.

"Please," he croaked, a hand reaching up to bang at his chest as he began coughing. What if you died thinking that he doubts his love for you as a partner? What if he never got to apologize? How would he raise his daughter without you?

How could he ever live without you?

"Please don't leave me."

Part 2

I had actually begun working on the Taehyung Version for this series, but I'm not completely satisfied with how it panned out. So here's Jin's version! Which one has been your favorite so far?

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts ff #bts angst #bts kim seokjin #kim seokjin angst #jin angst #jin x reader #seokjin angst #seokjin x reader #dad jin #bts reactions

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euphoriyoongi · 3 years ago

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🍑Getaway Car// ksj mini-series

🍑Episode 02.

🍑Summary:

Your famous childhood best friend is getting married, and your only way to the wedding is a 15 hour plane ride. “Coincidentally” Jin was also on that same flight, and also in the seat next to you. You hated him until things get deep on the long ride, and you found yourself in the airplane’s bathroom, undressing each other. Thinking you’ll never see each other again, it’s a shock when you “coincidentally” bump into him before the wedding.

🍑Pairings: actor!Seokjin x wedding planner!Reader bb x Yoongi

🍑Word Count: 5.9k

🍑Warnings: language, alcohol, talk of loss, talk of abuse, kissing, jealousy

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"There's my Noona!" Hoseok yelled as loud as he could when he opened the door of his home to you. "What's it been, like, five years?" He asked with his arms wide open for a hug.

Your brother Hoseok was the closest thing you had to a friend. He was a few years younger than you but could make quite the living for himself regardless of his fascination with k-pop.

You haven't been home in years, which is why Hoseok was so surprised when you told him you would be coming back. When he asked you why you told him it was for a wedding. He already figured out who it was for by the time you showed up at his door.

"Something like that." You smiled at his expression, and you fell into his embrace with a sigh. "I've missed you, Hobi."

"Ah." He sighed, squeezing you tight. "Please tell me you're staying a while." He let go and stepped to the side for you to enter into his rooftop apartment.

You walked into his colorful home and tossed your flip flops off and had a sudden memory of tossing them off before making out with Kim Seokjin on the plane ride here. You scratched your head, knowing you couldn't stay here any longer at risk of seeing him again. "No, once the wedding is over, I'm heading back to the states." You told yourself more than telling him, and you rolled your luggage into the living room. "So no girlfriend yet? I'm sure it's that obsession with that k-pop idol that's keeping them away—"

"Stop it. I get a whole bunch of women begging me to take them home." He huffed, brushing his dark brown hair away from his eyes. "I had one in my bed last night."

You knew he was lying, but you played it off like you were disgusted in him. "Ugh, cut the shit. I don't want to hear about it."

You sighed as you looked around his home, which was sparkly clean regardless of how you always thought he lived. "Damn, Hobi. It's pretty clean in here. I didn't think you were the type to clean."

"Actually," he hummed, sitting down on the soft couch. "I can't stand dirt. So I clean every day."

"I'm surprised you have time for that with all your sasaeng behavior." You laughed and went to sit next to him. "Who is it again? Oh, isn't it Jihyo? Yoon Jihyo? She is quite the beauty if I say so myself." You chuckled, but as you said beautiful, the only person who crossed your mind was Kim Seokjin.

"I'm not a sasaeng, y/n. I just appreciate from afar, okay?" He spoke and crossed his arms across his chest. "I just would like to marry her one day, the same way you want to marry Taehyung—although it's a bit too late for that—"

"Shut up." You hissed at him, and he laughed at your reaction. "He's just a client now. I have to put my personal feelings behind me for the sake of Miran."

"You're talking as if Taehyung knows who you are." He cackled and reached for the remote to turn the television on. "And Miran is smoking hot. They're like a power couple I'd write fanfictions about secretly on—"

"Okay, I've heard enough." You sigh and stand up. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to meet them to start planning the wedding."

You walked over to your luggage to grab a better pair of shoes. You were so jet-lagged, you could barely process what you had to do today. The time zone was so different from the US. It was going to take a bit to get used to. "I'll see you tonight. Don't get drunk on the street, please. I don't want to carry you back home again."

"Yes, mom." He rolled his eyes but still stood up to bow. "Bye, Noona, have fun."

You smiled at your brother, who wasn't so little anymore. "Bye, Hobi."

"You want a western-type wedding?" You scribbled down in your notes as you sat in front of the two most famous actors in Korea. You looked back up to Miran, avoiding Taehyung's intense gaze at you. "So you want the whole nine yards? The ceremony, bridesmaids and groomsmen, flower girl?" You took a single glance at Tae, who was holding onto his love's hand tightly.

You were in a private room of a restaurant, sitting down at a tall table. It was beautifully decorated and aristocratically sparkling, and you couldn't fathom ever being in such an expensive place with your own money.

"Yes, we want a reception too as well as a bar. But keep the Korean food. I'm good without American." She chuckled, and here you are again thinking of the man who traveled to the US just for the food.

You played it off with a chuckle and scribbled down her ideas. "Okay, I think we got the format of the wedding down," you moved your sight to Taehyung, who was staring at Miran with such love in his eyes. "Mr. Kim? Is there anything you'd like to add?"

"Please call me Tae. I don't like the whole formal-ness." He smiled at you. "But no, it's whatever she likes. That's what I want."

You wanted to grab the metal chopsticks on your side and stab the table. It was terribly hard to see two people in love, and even if you've seen it a thousand times since it was your job, it didn't help that you were stuck alone in this life. You resisted the urge and smiled as honest as you could. "Okay, great. I guess the next thing we plan is the venue, the food, and the flowers. We'll also need to send out invitations, so if you could, you could come up with a list of people to invite."

Miran nodded with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. "So, how was your flight? Did you run into anyone by chance?" She raised an eyebrow in amusement.

You laughed. "That's funny because I did. Kim Seokjin was sitting right next to me. It was such a coincidence." You realized when you saw Miran's devious smile that she must've planned that. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

She giggled, her fiancé smiling as she lit up. "Oh yes, I just thought it would be funny."

You scoffed. "At least I'll never have to see him again." You chuckled, taking a sip of the Makgeolli in front of you. "He's so full of himself."

That made Taehyung stifle a laugh, and his brown eyes met yours for a second until your gaze landed on Miran's knowing look. "Right." She said with her beautiful smile again. "Anyway, I'll do the invites, so you don't have to be too overworked. But I do have a venue in mind as well.”

"Oh, where is it?" You asked as you set your drink down.

"Well, my mother owns the hotel that has a private beach in Busan." She announced, glancing at Taehyung with a loving smile. "I've always wanted a beach wedding, so I'm thinking it'll be the perfect place."

You nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think that would be perfect." You wrote down the venue on your tablet. "And when will this wedding be? July?"

"Yes," Tae spoke up quietly, and you hid your blush the best you could. You couldn't help but admire his beauty, but once you did, a certain someone would pop into your mind.

Seokjin. From his confident smile to his shiny hair, you were smitten with him. Too bad you told yourself everything other than that, and you kept lying to yourself about your feelings. Plus, you were going back to the states after this anyway.

"July, right. Set date?"

"The first," Miran stated. "The sooner, the better, right?" She rubbed Taehyung's back. "I know we haven't been together for crazy long, but I know what I want."

You smiled at their happiness and continued to write down notes for the planning. There was still a lot to do, but at least you had everything down for the location and theme. You were sure they already had their attire ready for it and had already done meeting the in-laws. Luckily Miran was accommodating with this whole situation, and it made you wonder how she was able to become so successful. She was indeed one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen and had a heart of gold. To her eyes, you were probably still that girl from her middle school that had an emo phase that you never grew out of. You still had a fascination with an alternative lifestyle.

But you had to admit, and it was nice seeing her after all these years, and especially lovely to see her happy, although it tore at your heart a little too much for your liking.

You found yourself walking down the dark streets of Seoul with a frown. Why did it feel so sickening to see a happy couple? It's never bothered you before, so why now? Could it be your sorry excuse for a crush?

You had no idea as your heels pounded the cement. A man who looked strangely like Hoseok stumbled out from a bar-restaurant, and you sighed. Of course, he was out.

"Aye! It's my Noona." Hoseok belted as he stumbled into you. "Look, Jungkook. This is my Noona."

The boy who was with him looked incredibly sober. He lifted a hand to tuck his long hair behind his ear. "Noona?"

"She's like a decade older than you, don't even think about it," Hoseok said seriously but then smiled wide at you. "You were out this long with Miran?"

“Yes.” You glanced at his stoic friend and then shook Hoseok by the shoulders. "Man, you gotta fix your habits. You're twenty-seven, not nineteen." You slapped him playfully on the head, and he sobered up a bit, apologizing for his carelessness.

"This is why you don't have a girlfriend." You scoffed and then apologized to his friend, who was just standing there with wide eyes. "I'm sorry about him. He has bad drinking habits."

"Oh, I know." He smiled a bit, but it wasn't much.

"I'll take him home now." You grabbed hold of your careless brother and nodded your head at the boy, who bowed back to you. "Thank you."

Hoseok leaned on your shoulder as you walked through the night, his brown hair a mess on top of his head. He was much taller than you, and carrying him was harder than you thought. It's been a while since you've done this, and it made you wonder if he's been drinking this heavily since you left. With your mother no longer with you, and your father gone without a care, you had no one else but each other, making it harder for you to leave again although your whole career is across the waters.

"Do you think dad still thinks of us?" Your brother nearly whispered, his arm gripping your shoulder as you walked up the apartment steps.

You sighed as you thought about it. "Possibly." You muttered and stumbled up the last step. "But not much."

Hoseok nodded and sloppily reached in his pocket for the keys. "I wish mom was still here." He hummed and rested his head on the door as he turned the key. "I really miss her kimchi."

The sentence he spoke wasn't sad, but it made you want to break down in tears. Moments of growing up flooded your memory—from the first time you tied your shoes to when she taught you how to use chopsticks. From the bright smile that lit up the room, and the laughs you shared at the playground together. You wanted her back, too. You wanted to see her smile once again, and to taste her kimchi one last time. It's hard to believe that at some moment in time you saw her last smile, her last frown. And here you were years later without her, wishing she could still be here.

"Me too." You stopped your eyes from tearing up as Hoseok opened the door and nearly fell in. "But mom wouldn't want you doing this to yourself, Hobi."

Before he went in, he turned towards you with tears in his eyes. "I know." He cried softly, sniffling to play it off. "I know she wouldn't."

Hoseok has had a hard time since she passed. Harder time than you, definitely. He was her baby, joint together at the hip. But the main reason he's had a hard time was because of your abusive father who hit him at any chance he got. Multiple hospital visits and bruises and broken bones later, he still wished for his fathers love. You on the other hand despised the man for harming your family, and would never forgive him for the things he's done.

"Let's go in." You softly said and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, finding his bedroom and letting him flop on his side.

"I'm going to sleep on the floor to make sure you stay on your side, okay?" You didn't want him getting sick in the middle of the night, someone who was drinking should always sleep on their side.

You laid down on the cold hardwood floor as you heard his snores echo the room. You stayed up for hours until you felt the urge to close your heavy eyelids, lost in the darkness of unwanted memories and the bitter taste of loss.

And in the midst of the negative thoughts, you dreamt about Seokjin. From the taste of his lips and the movement of his body, you ached for more of him, to feel every part of him. To kiss is lips just one more time.

A few weeks pass and Jin is sitting at a table in a night club, Taehyung and his friend Jimin across from him. It was technically Taehyung's bachelor party, but he looked uninterested.

"Hey buddy, why don't you grab a drink?" Jimin nudged Taehyung's shoulder, and nodded his head towards the bar. "Let loose, you know?"

Taehyung sighed. "Jimin?"

Jimin looked into Taehyung's eyes with a smile while Jin sat with a frown. "Yes, Tae?"

"Would your daughter be our flower girl?" He asked at random, grabbing the glass of water in front of him.

"Daughter?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow in confusion as he looked at Jimin. "You have a daughter?"

Jin had just recently met Jimin. After him and Tae became closer, he was introduced to Jimin who owned a large company with his wife.

Jimin chuckled. "Yes, Tae, of course she could be the flower girl. And I have a three year old." He turned to Seokjin with a small smile. "And a little boy on the way."

Again, Seokjin is left in confusion. "You got her pregnant?”

This caused Jimin to laugh. "Well, yeah. She's my wife."

Wife. That's a lifestyle Jin isn't used to. He did wish to be able to call someone his wife at some point, but he was pushing thirty already. Jimin was a few years younger than him, and Taehyung was even younger.

As thoughts ran through his mind about calling someone his wife, he had memories you as he fucked you in the shower. He remembered the cold water dripping between your hot bodies and the taste of you. Damn, he would call you his wife in a heartbeat—which was a problem in itself.

Tae noticed his far-off look. "Jin? What are you thinking about?"

"Y/n." He caught himself stating your name and it left his friends trying to figure out who you were.

"Wait, y/n? The girl who's planning our wedding?" Tae questioned, and Jin's eyes widened.

"She did say she was a wedding planner, but why in the world would she plan your—"

"She used to be best friends with Miran, so I'm guessing that's why. Apparently she moved to the states after her mom died and Miran wanted to reconnect."

Seokjin tried to grasp this all in his mind. "So you're saying, the girl I fuc—met on the plane is the same girl planning your wedding?"

"Were you going to say fuck—"

"—Yes, but that's not the point." Seokjin gripped his fruity drink and gulped it down. "So there's a possibility I'll see her again?"

Tae looked to Jimin, who was looking at Seokjin. "Wait, hold up. Let's go through this again. So you slept with y/n? On the airplane?"

Seokjin paused, but then nodded. "Uh, yes. In the shower."

"Jeez." Jimin scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"And you thought you'd never see her again, but now you want to?" Tae rubbed his chin. "But why? You're not the type for feelings."

Seokjin groaned, tilting his head back. "I know, she's just unforgettable. You wouldn't understand."

"I understand more than you think." Taehyung smirked. "That's exactly how Miran and I met."

Miran. That name didn't seem to hurt him as much as it used to.

"Yeah, look how good it's going for him." Jimin smiled as the music seemed to get a bit louder.

"How'd you meet Eunji, Jimin?" Seokjin decided to ask, actually interested in finding out how.

"Oh boy, we basically knew each other since we were kids. I despised her but then we were forced into marriage." Jimin laughed to himself. "And then bam, she got pregnant and I changed my shitty habits."

Tae chuckled and took another sip of his water. “That’s the short explanation.”

Seokjin admitted to himself that he was a bit jealous of them. They each had their lives put together, whereas he was just trying to figure out who he was. He felt a bit off the earths axis, maybe he just wasn’t meant to discover himself or meet the right person, although he’s certain he’s already met them.

After a few drinks and unnecessary conversation later, Seokjin walked out of the club without his two friends, just like it used to be.

It was always just him.

You were at your favorite coffee shop the next morning, sipping on the iced caramel macchiato that grew to be your favorite in the states.

A romance book say in front of you on the table, begging you to flip the pages and read all of its glory. The second you opened that book, you knew who you were going to imagine.

Seokjin.

The story described a passionate night shared between the two love interests, and an irresponsible decision made after it. It reminded you of how you briskly left the plane, not even giving him or yourself a chance to speak one last time. The last words you spoke to him were “have a great life.”

That was true, you did wish for him to have a good life. The thing was, he was famous. You had nothing on him, and if you dared to even try seeing him again you were sure he would’ve forgotten you by now. You wondered if he was by chance thinking of you for at least a single moment, but your insecurities flooded over any type of confident thought.

As you turned on your computer and opened the browser, an article with a familiar face say underneath the search bar, begging you to click on it. So you did.

The headline stated “Actor Kim Seokjin spotted at night club with friends.” It was dull and just like any other article, but the thought of him having the time of his life at a nightclub surrounded by women begging him for attention set you off. For what though? You had no ties to the man other than sex, and you were sure dozens of other women were in the same boat.

Just as you read the words “night club” you got a text message from Miran, who asked if you wanted to go to one tonight. What a coincidence.

As you pondered whether you should go or not, you took a sip of your coffee and tapped your fingernails against the wooden table. It easing a great idea since you had plenty of work to do, and the wedding was only a week away. Was it the best idea? No. But did you want to go for reasons being to get over this measly infatuation? One hundred percent. You thought if maybe you find another guy, your mind would leave track of Seokjin.

You typed yes, and she excitedly told you she’d pick you up later. A devious smile broke out on your face and you closed your computer, ready for the night out.

“What are you getting all dressed up for?” Hoseok muttered as he stood in the door frame of the bathroom, his arm holding the top of it. “Is it a man?”

You scoffed as you put in your sparkling earrings you were going to wear for the wedding. “Of course that’s the plan, but not at first. I’m going out with Miran.”

There was a pause as he pursed his lips. “Do you think she knows Jihyo?”

After putting in the other earring that was dear to your heart, there was a knock on the door and you sighed, turning to him. “I don’t know Hobi, why don’t you ask her yourself.” You nodded at the door, to which he shrunk back in fear and scurried back to the living room.

As you opened the door, Miran stood in a silky short dress and heels to match. Stunning, by far. You felt a bit underdressed now in only a black short dress and boots. Let’s not forget the special earrings that were your mothers, you didn’t want to not wear something on your ears so you decided it would be fine to wear them an extra day.

“Ah, you’re so beautiful, y/n.” She smiled at you with such perfection while you could’ve sworn your jaw was on the floor. It was hard to get used to that this was the same girl who used to kick boys in their nuts at recess, then point and laugh at them.

“You look amazing too.” You tried your best to smile, hoping it didn’t look too forced.

She looked around behind you as you heard rustling. “Do you have rats? Is that something rustling for food—“

“Okay, let’s go.” You ushered her out the door in an attempt for her not to see Hoseok before she was stuck for hours listening to him ask about Jihyo.

Loud music and a few shots of alcohol in your system, you sat with Miran and scoped out the room, her watching you as you had a dissatisfied look on your face. “What? Don’t see anyone attractive to your standards?” She chuckled as she gulped down another shot.

There was plenty of good looking men around, but they weren’t up to par with Seokjin’s looks. “No not really. Hey, why’d you want to come here?” You asked, a bit confused. “I mean you have the most attractive man at home and your here with me in all this sweaty mess.”

She smirked, and leaned forward on the table towards you. “Taehyung came out here with his friends so I decided to do the same thing. Although Eunji couldn’t make it, so it’s just you and me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Eunji? Who’s Eunji?”

“Oh.” Miran held a hand to her forehead. “You haven’t met her yet. She’s Jimin’s wife. One of Taehyung’s friends.”

“Why couldn’t she make it?” When you noticed a weird look on Miran’s face, you got even more curious. “Is she okay?”

“Oh, yeah yeah. She’s perfectly fine. Just super pregnant.” She laughed out loud. “I’m not ready for that shit, that’s for sure.”

“Me and you both.” You laughed with her, and one of your favorite songs began to play in the background.

“Want to dance? Scope out some hot guys?” She nearly begged you, and you gave in, hopping out of your seat and walking to the center of the dance floor that was flooding with people.

As the night went on, your eyes trailed past dozens of guys—all not your type or came on too strong. After a haze of people danced around you, you found yourself getting lost from Miran and all alone in the midst of strangers. Needed a breather, you pushed through them to reach the bar, where a fluffy-haired man was sitting all alone, a drink in one hand and his head in the other.

Something clicked in your mind. This was your target. Not even able to see his face yet, you stumbled up to the seat next to him and plopped down. He didn’t even spare a passing glance at you and just continued to trail his finger across the ring of the glass.

“What is that, a rum and coke?” You asked the mysterious man who turned to you as you spoke. His eyes were red and puffy, and his expression seemed solemn. He didn’t look like he had a good night.

His hair was a frosty blondish-brown, and his eyes were as dark as the night. Sure he was attractive; definitely the most attractive man you’ve seen all night, and it gave you all the reasons for it to be okay to take him home tonight.

“Ah, how’d you know?” He faked a smile at you and looked down at the drink in his hand.

“Lucky guess.” You shrugged, tilting your whole body towards him. “I’m y/n, you look like you need some cheering up.” You held your hand out for him to shake.

He playfully laughed and reached for your hand, his embracing yours. “Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

He looked like he needed sex even more than you. But you didn’t want to advance too strong, and kept the drunken small talk going. “So Yoongi, what do you do for a living?”

He sighed and took a gulp of the rum. “I’m a professor.” It was a short statement, but you already understood his whole occupation. “What do you do?”

“I’m a wedding planner from the States.” You shyly admitted, unsure if it was an appealing job. When he started to laugh a bit, you got worried.

“Ouch, I bet you see a lot of lovey-dovey-ness, huh?” He chuckled, and finished the last sip of his drink, only to call the bartender over for another.

You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure with how this conversation has gotten to his point. “You’d be surprised how many times there’s heartbreak involved.”

He nodded, and muttered a quick thank you to the bartender. “I’m sure.”

It was quiet, and you’ve had enough of the small talk. In such desperate need to get over another man’s body, your mind spoke before your heart could stop it. “Do you want to have sex with me?” You noticed his confusion and sighed, tossing your head in your hands. “Shit, that was way too rash. I’m sorry—“

“—Yeah, I’m down.” He interrupted with a smirk. “I was actually going to say something too, as long as it’s a one time thing.”

A one time thing. Again, thoughts of the dark haired star engulfed your mind, your heart beginning to race out of your chest. Shaking thoughts about him away, you focused on the beautiful man in front of you. “Great.” You stared into his dark eyes for a moment too long, and he gripped onto your hand to pull you away from the bar.

Your lips met his aggressively in the hallway of the club, where the slight echo of music and the pounding bass bled through the walls. He tasted like alcohol with a hint of mint, and even if he was an amazing kisser and had a killer body, something felt off with this whole situation.

He caged you in with his arms on both side of you, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth as you made out with him forcefully. It seemed as though he was trying to hard also, but you kept going as you made your way out the club and into a cab, running your hands all over the strangers body.

Something about this scene felt different from your first similar encounter. The time with Seokjin felt like euphoria—you didn’t want it to end. Even the taste of him made you want more. With Yoongi, it had nothing against him. He was just not the right person, and it seemed as though you weren’t the right person for him as well.

You ended up in a small hotel room he must’ve been staying at, tossed you on the bed. He stood over you and paused for a second before leaning over you to kiss your lips, and right when he went to take off your shirt, you pushed him away with an apology. “Gosh, I’m so sorry. I can’t do this.” You sighed, and he did as well. “It’s nothing against you, I just—“

“No, I get it. I totally get it.” He breathed, giving you distance as he sat cross legged at the edge of the bed, his breathing heavy. “I kind of forced this on me, too.”

“Oh, thats a relief.” You sighed and scratched your messy head. “I’ve just been trying to get over this guy and I thought this would be a good idea.”

He nodded, looking down at his feet. “Me too. But a girl.” He looked over at you with a small smile and stood up.

“I’ll get out of your hair.” You shyly fixed your clothes as you stood up, and retied your boots in a hurry. “It was nice to meet you though, Yoongi.”

He smiled at you, and you realized just how beautiful he was. “It was nice to meet you too, Y/n.”

You smiled one last time and scurried out of the hotel room, making a b-line for the elevator. Once the doors closed and you pressed the first floor, you breathed a sigh of relief. You could’ve complicated things more if you went through with this spontaneous act. You already did this to one man—who probably doesn’t even remember your name—so how could you do it to another.

You leaned back against the wall and reached to fiddle with your earring when it was no where in sight. You started to panic, desperately searching the elevator for for any sign of sparkle.

“Oh no. Oh no no no.” You cried when you didn’t see it, and once the elevator doors opened to the main floor, you rushed around to look for it.

“Excuse me,” you rushed up to the front desk where the lady’s eyes widened at your abruptness. “Did you by chance see a sparkly diamond earring? I must’ve lost it on my way in here.”

The lady shook her head and you groaned, and you turned away from her to look all over the floor. When it was nowhere in sight, you briskly walked out the doors to search the outside of the hotel, and on the street where the taxi would’ve been when it dropped you off. “This can’t be happening.”

You were too busy panicking about your mother’s earring to notice an all-too-familiar man standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the building while looking at you.

“Y/n?” A deep voice spoke and you lifted your frantic gaze to meet the man you’ve been subconsciously begging to see. “It is you.”

Seokjin stood with his dark hair styled beautifully, his body clad in a perfectly-tailored suit. He approached you slowly and you dusted yourself off, trying to act like you weren’t just going crazy. “Oh! Seokjin, fancy seeing you here.” You awkwardly spoke and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

He took a step closer to you with eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t decipher. “What are you doing here—“

“Y/n! You forgot this.” Yoongi rushed towards you too, breathing heavily and his hair still a fluffy mess on the top of his head. As he caught his breath as he stood in front of you, he glanced back and forth between you and Seokjin. “You forgot your earring in my bed.” He breathed out, and held his hand out which had the earring in it.

“His bed?” You took a glance at Seokjin as he spoke those words, noticing his eyes narrowing at Yoongi.

You smirked at him and then smiled sweetly at Yoongi. “Thank you, I was looking all over for it.”

Yoongi half-smiled. “Of course.” He looked to the tall man standing near you and bowed slightly towards him, then to you. “I’ll be going now, have a safe trip home.”

You bowed back and smiled, and as Yoongi walked back into the quaint hotel, you avoided Seokjin’s gaze and hailed a cab, nervously waiting for it to get here quicker.

“His bed?” He repeated, his head tilted to the side with question. “You were in his bed?”

You held back everything you could at those words, fixing the position of your dress as the cab pulled up to you. As you opened the back door, you took a single glance back at him. He seemed hurt, like he waited to see you and the one time he did was to hear you were in another man’s bed. He did remember your name which caught you by surprise, and somehow seemed a bit jealous as he stared at Yoongi. You weren’t sure how to process the situation, and even if you were dying for his touch or to taste him, you needed to stay away. And you did what you did best.

You got in the cab and shut the door, physically putting distance between yourself and the man who was jilting your every choice in life right now.

As the cab driver drove down the empty night streets, you couldn’t help but stare out the window and watch the streetlights go by as well as a scatter of raindrops dripping down the window, wondering if Seokjin was out of the rain and comfortable.

You cared. You cared for him even if you only met him once. You were worried if you were getting your feelings confused with lust, but the minute you saw his face again earlier, you were about to drop everything you’ve ever worked for just to spend the night with him again.

But you couldn’t, it wasn’t ideal. You had a job elsewhere, whereas he lived here. He was a celebrity, while you were barely making a living watching people fall in love, and you watched as you have never truly felt it.

You dreamed of him again.

This time you didn’t dream of his body.

You dreamt of his smile.

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a-tale-of-legends · 2 years ago

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kinda new to your blog so sorry if youve already said these, but for the ask game- what are all of your ocs' starters? and do they have nicknames?

Hello!!! I hope you're enjoying your time here on my blog!

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Jin: Hello! My starter was treecko. She's a Sceptile now, haha. Her name is Vivian.

Kohaku: Oh man, remember when we first got our starters?! Oh that was so long ago....anyway, I chose Torchic -

Jin: Because you wanted to kick my ass back then.

Kohaku: Hey, I had Haru way before you got Vivian! And it's not my fault you lost to me on your first battle-

Jin: I'm only teasing, dear.

Kohaku: Yeah, yeah....anyway! Haru had been my since.... forever! He's a big strong Blaziken now too !

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Kenji: Oh! Starters? Ooooh hold on, I'll be right back! * Runs off shouting* TATUM!!!

Aiko: I don't have a tradition starter, since I already had Louie, my Azumarill. I've had him since he was an Azurill! Though I think my dad, Professor Elm, was planning to give me a chikorita until someone stole her.

Silver: You said countless of times that you didn't want a starter!

Aiko: True. But I like bugging you, so-

Silver: Oh my god-

Kenji, carrying a Feraligtr: OKAY I'M BACK!* Places the Feraligtr down* Sorry that took a bit. She was sparring with Apple.

Silver: Did you really have to carry here all the way here? You have her PokeBall.

Aiko: Yes. It means my training is working.

Silver: Chucks training.

Aiko: Which he taught to me and I taught to Kenji-

Kenji: ANYWAY! This is Tatum, with bestest girl in the world! * Squishes Tatum's face* Isn't that right girl?

Tatum: *happy noises*

Kenji: Yep! Ummm....who hasn't said anything- oh Beryl! BEEEERRRRRYYLLLLL-

Beryl: Kenji,I'm right here. I've been here the whole time.

Kenji: Oh. Sorry.

Beryl: It's fine. My starter was a cyndaquil by the way. He's a Typhlosion now. Not the hisuian one. His name is Asher.

Kenji: And that's our starters! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!

Aiko: YEAH THANKS!!!

Silver: Why are you two yelling-

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Danica: .....hey Kiran.

Kiran: Hm?

Danica: What was your starter.

Kiran:......wha? You already know- oh it's an ask.

Danica: Yep.

Kiran: You could have started with that.

Danica: Are you going to answer the question?

Kiran: Alright, fine. My starter was turtwig. He's a Torterra now and his name is Bodhi. There.

Danica: I chose Chimchar. Mostly so Barry wouldn't get her.

Kiran: I doubt that would have done much in terms of Barry's....Barryness.

Danica: Yes, but you love Barry's Barryness.

Kiran: A-and you don't?

Danica: You know exactly what I mean by that.

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Alexis: Starters? Well * gestures to the Samurott on resting near him* This is Kai. Given to me by professor juniper when we started our journey.

Elliot: Lucky for us, Kai had a twin of her own! *points to the Samurott lazily resting his chin on her lap* This lazy bum is River. I love him dearly.

Eva: My starter was Tepig! Her name is Hazel and she's the best!

Wayne: I never really planned to get a starter, or be a trainer in general. But Clay- I mean, Dad convinced me to get one. I got a snivy! Her name is Lexi and....is it surprising to say she's fully evolved?

Eva: Nah, you're just a cool trainer.

Wayne: Hehe....thanks.

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Okay so as much as I want to rp the xy protag and sm ones, it gets difficult as I'm doing a nuzlocke of y, so any team building for that is up in the air. However, I made a rule that the starter cannot die . For the SM protags, Ames has a starter, but Poppy is a bit hard for me write now.

Basically, Jude has a Froakie who I'm currently naming Zephyr, Dante is getting a chespin with no nickname right now. Amsonia got a Rowlet who I forgot the name of. Whoops. Poppy is a difficult case given I need to figure out how he fits into my version of sm.

Okay back to the rp!

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Naomi: O-oh! Hello! Um...oh man I wasn't prepared for this-

Carol: Yo! I chose Grookey! His name is Twigs!

Naomi: M-my starter was Sobble! His name is Neptune....

Carol: Water starters with water based names must run in the family huh?

Naomi: I....I guess so!

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And that's it!.....okay no. There's Sakura Ume and Zero Yamamoto. Buuuuuuut. I'm lazy lol. Also I haven't played as Zero yet.

I hope this was too your liking. I may have went overboard for such a simple task, but I had fun and I hope you have fun reading it!

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evafrechette · 3 years ago

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I hope you're a plumber because you’ve got my pipe leaking

↠ seokjin x jungkook | smut | golddigger!jk, plumber!seokjin | 18+ | 3.8k

↠ Summary: Gold digger Jungkook is frustrated his decrepit husband can't give him good dick. Enter plumber Seokjin who is slightly oblivious to Jungkook's invitation for sex and just thinks the whole house has bad indoor plumbing if the constant calls to their office about a leaking pipe is to go by.

↠ Warnings: rimming, anal sex, creampie, cheating, butt plugs, size queen jk, bottom jk, top seokjin, loads of plumbing jokes, mario reference, spanking, anal play

↠ Written for the BTS Porn Cliche Fest ↠

Jungkook sighs as he plonks down onto the lush gold velvet Chesterfield sofa. His long blond hair falls into his eyes and he puffs it away dramatically. This wasn't how he pictured his life when he married one of the most powerful and rich men in the city. Jungkook thought it would be lavish cocktail parties, expensive cars, jet setting around the globe and attractive half naked pool boys. What he got was a grumpy elderly workaholic husband who forbids him from staying out late, a pool cleaner who looks like John Wayne Gacy and a husband who can't get his dick hard. At least he gets free reign of the black card!

He picks up the remote and points it towards the TV. The screen flicks on to loud moaning. It's a bondage scene - some skinny twink is tied up and a big burly leather clad man is thrusting into him at incredible speed. Jungkook yawns and changes the channel. He watched that one earlier in the day. He flicks unimpressively through various channels before deciding to turn the TV off. He's bored, SO bored. He hasn't had sex all week, he hasn't had GOOD sex in years. His husband needs help via a little blue pill to even get it up and since he has been too busy with a big case load at work recently Jungkook's been left to his own devices and he's starting to get antsy. Just then a brilliant idea pops into his head. A few weeks ago they had trouble with a clogged drain and the most beautiful man alive was sent to work on it. Jungkook remembers the way his broad shoulders strained under his work uniform, his big plush lips pouting as he concentrated, and those big feet. They were huge. Big feet, big cock as they say. And Jungkook was longing to find out if that was the case with the statuesque plumber. He rushes up the stairs, taking two steps at a time and flings himself into his husbands office. He skips over to the desk and throws open every drawer to find the address book containing the mystery plumbers number. "Ugh, where the hell has that old bastard put it..." Jungkook whines throwing important documents in the air. He continues searching drawers until he finds the book he was looking for. "Tada!! Okay, now to find his number." a giggle escapes his lips, Jungkook is euphoric. He knows his husband wouldn't be happy with his sinful plans, but that's what is making it all that much more tempting to him. Jungkook is being a little brat. He misses feeling like this. Married life has well and truly stifled his exuberance for life. He reaches over to the telephone on the desk and dials the number, but no one answers. He tries again and still no answer. He slams the receiver down and pouts, with his arms crossed in front of him. This is his punishment for thinking of fucking another man. Of course it would never happen, what was he even thinking? *ring ring* Jungkook eyes the phone suspiciously, has his husband somehow found out he's in his office and is ringing to yell at him? He quickly scans the room to spot any security cameras before picking up. "Hello yeah sorry I missed your calls, who is this?" "Who is this?" Jungkook enquired sceptically. "Uhh you rang me? Is this about a plumbing job?" Jungkook's eyes go wide, he's talking to handsome plumber, oh shit this is his chance. "Oh yes, sorry, Hi, yes we have a problem with the . . . pipe, yeah the pipe under the sink. . um in the kitchen. There is water everywhere I don't know what to do.” "Okay, I'm actually not working tonight. . . " "OH NO PLEASE I need you . . uh I mean I need your help!" His eyes roll into the back of his head, he sounds like such an idiot right now. "Text me your address and I'll be there in about 40 minutes. This will be an after hours service so I have to charge more." "That's fine! That's okay, thank you so much." Jungkook hangs up and fist pumps the air then quickly sends his address to the man. His plan is in motion, now all he has to do is cause some damage.

He runs down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, his knee high socks helping him slide to the sink. He drops down onto his knees and throws the doors to the sink cupboard open. Jungkook knows absolutely nothing about plumbing, so he starts to unscrew whatever he can find. He stands back up and turns the faucet on then crouches back down to see if his wicked plan has worked. He can see a trickle of water escaping the pipe, but it's not enough so he unscrews it more. All of a sudden water is gushing everywhere. He thinks it's still not enough to have needed to call a plumber out (and he does have a flair for dramatics), so he grabs a bowl, fills it to the brim then splashes it all over the floor, he does it again this time splashing inside the cupboard. He stands back and takes a look at his handiwork. Not bad he thinks to himself. Jungkook runs to the laundry and grabs a few towels, placing them around the floor, to look as though he had attempted to clean the mess then scrampers his way to his bedroom to get ready. He removes his sweats and puts on a cute pair of pink panties, followed by an oversized hoody. He goes to head out the door when he stops and spins back around. He walks to his side of the wardrobe and brings out a purple box. Inside are a range of toys, but there is one in particular Jungkook is looking for. A black butt plug with a beautiful glistening pink gem. Before he puts the box away he grabs a bottle of lube and then makes his way to the bed to undress. He lubes up his fingers, reaches down and slowly inserts one inside himself, he pumps in and out a few times before adding another. He scissors his fingers, stretching himself out perfectly for the plug. He grabs the butt plug and slathers it with lube before pushing it into his pink hole. Jungkook let's out a small moan when it's in and pulls his panties back up. Just then he hears the door bell ring. Shit, has it been 40 minutes already?! He pops the lube into his hoody pocket, wipes his hands in the duvet cover then takes a quick look in the mirror, brushing down his long blond locks with his fingers before making his way down the stairs and towards the front door. Jungkook can feel his heart racing, he's starting to second guess himself now. What if Mr Plumber isn't even into guys? The doorbell rings again, so he takes a deep breath and opens the heavy front door. Jungkook looks around curiously, the man in front of him has a terrible fake moustache and is wearing some kind of costume. He's seen this costume before, but where exactly . . . oh that's right! "Uhhh, why are you dressed as Mario?" The taller man let's out a loud laugh before gesturing to be let in. Jungkook's cock is as confused as he is, but he steps aside allowing the man entrance. "I was at a fancy dress party when you rang. I didn't have time to get changed, is that okay? I mean, I am technically in a plumbers work uniform . . just not my own." Jungkook studies him. He's wearing a red shirt underneath blue overalls, white gloves, an oversized red hat and that hilarious fake moustache. He's such a beautiful man, that he even makes the costume look good. Jungkook never thought he'd ever get hard over someone wearing work overalls, but here he is, swelling up already. He coughs nervously, "No that's fine, sorry for calling on your day off but I just had no idea what to do, there is so much water everywhere." The plumber smiles "Which way to the leak?" Jungkook let's out a squeak and leads the man into the kitchen, he takes small deliberate steps, swishing his hips, looking back with an innocent smile. As they enter the plumber pops his toolbox down on the bench and crouches down to see the damage. "You know us plumbers always take our work very seriously. We plunge straight into it.” the laugh that follows is the cutest laugh Jungkook has ever heard, it reminds him of windshield wipers. He can't help but laugh at the cheesy joke. "I know a good plumbing joke." Jungkook exclaims. "Oh yeah? I'd love to hear it.” his attention now solely on Jungkook. "I once gave a

carpenter, plumber and a bricklayer a hand job at the same time. I guess you could call me a Jack off all trades." The plumbers ears go red immediately and he turns his attention back to the sink. Jungkook groans quietly, that didn't go down well. He thought it was a fantastic joke too, one of his best. He leans over the bench and absentmindedly twirls his hair in between his fingers. The man is truly irresistible, his shoulders are so incredibly wide, arms toned, and he has a fantastic ass in those overalls. "So what's your name anyway?" Jungkook murmurs. "I'm Seokjin, you can just call me Jin though. And you are?" "Jungkook..." "Is your dad home? I've been here a few times before." "My dad? Ooohh you mean my husband, umm no he's at work. . . late . . again." Jungkook huffs and throws his arms down on the bench, his head follows until his torso is leaning completely on the bench top. In this position his hoody rides up showing off the pale pink of his underwear. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Jin peek before looking away. A smirk appears on Jungkook's face. "So tell me another joke! That was a good one before." Jin clears his throat "I knew a plumber that was working on the side to become an artist. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a faucet for his creativity." Jungkook let's out an over the top laugh which causes his ass to jiggle. That joke was incredibly lame, but clearly Jin is into this shit so he's gonna play it up. He slowly leans up from the bench and walks over to the fridge. "Would you like a drink?" "Water will be fine thanks, if you have it.” Jungkook reaches as far back into the fridge as he can, bent over in a way that isn't necessary, drinks are on the top shelf after all, but he wants to give the attractive man a little show. He walks over and holds out the bottle of water for Jin. When he grabs it their fingers touch gently causing one another to lock eyes. "Ya know, I've been doing this plumbing thing for years, I'm used to seeing all sorts of leaks. This one though is unusual.." "Hmm really? How?" Jin stands and places the bottle in the sink, he walks over to Jungkook and stands uncomfortably close to the blond. His breath warm against Jungkook's ear as he whispers. "Well I can tell someone got under that sink and loosened the locknut and coupling nuts and I'm thinking it may have been a certain someone parading around in hardly any clothes, showing off his pretty little ass at every chance." Jungkook's breath hitches in his throat, the man smells like beer and woody fig leaves and even with that ridiculous moustache on his face his entire aura right now is intimidating as fuck, and it's got Jungkook getting harder by the second. "Does your old man not treat his little boy toy right huh? I've seen you around whenever I've been called here for a job. Always checking me out, is that why you called tonight? To think I thought you just had really terrible plumbing here..." Jungkook can't even get any words out, so he just nods his head like some stupid dog toy you'd pop on the dash of your car. This causes Jin to laugh, his fingers tracing along Jungkook's jaw. He tilts the younger man's face up and smashes their lips together. The kiss is rushed and frenzied. Their teeth knock against each others and they are left panting, but it's perfect and Jungkook hasn't felt this alive in years. Jin's soft velvety lips brush against Jungkook's earlobe as he purrs "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever you want, please, anything." Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady, but it was no use, he was desperate to feel the attractive man inside him. "Anything?" Jin cocked his head to the side, a wicked smile planted on his face. "I want you up on the dining room table, on all fours," he clapped his hands together twice "Chop chop, let's do this. And take the panties off too.” Jungkook was too aroused to even question the strange request as he walked a little too eagerly through to the dining room. He quickly removed his panties then pulled back the dining room chair and used it to step up

onto the table. He got into position, his knees already aching a little as they dug into the wooden table top. He could feel the calloused hands of the plumber running over his soft ass, before a hard smack was heard echoing through the room. Jungkook yelped, not expecting to be spanked but it felt so fucking good, so he wiggled his ass in the air hoping Jin would get the hint and do it again. Jin got it alright, and gave Jungkook 5 hard smacks right across his left ass check. He could feel pre cum leaking from his hard cock pooling onto the table below and his face flushed red from embarrassment. He could feel Jin's hand on him again and braced himself for the next set of smacks, but instead his fingers lightly traced over the marks admiring his reddened handprint, slowly his fingers made their way to Jungkook's hole, where the plug was fully on display. He pushed on the gem causing Jungkook to let out a choked whimper. "Did you put this in just for me?" Jin queries as he slowly pulls out the plug before pushing back in, amazed at the way Jungkook's hole seemed perfectly made for the toy, stretching easily to fit around the the widest part and then sucking the rest in. "Y . . yes, for you." Jungkook gasped as Jin removed the toy completely leaving him feeling empty and open. He didn't have much time to get used to that feeling as Jin begin to kiss the back of his thighs, nipping and sucking sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed up to Jungkook's ass, lightly nibbling on each cheek. Jungkook was a mess already, panting and leaking pre cum, he so desperately wanted to reach between his legs and jerk himself off, but he wanted Jin to be the one to make him cum. Not his boring old, overly used hand. Jin spread Jungkook's ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue over his open hole. Jungkook's needy whining spurred him on, so he fucked his tongue deep into his ass. Jungkook was in ecstasy he'd never had anyone eat him out before. It was a feeling like nothing he had ever experienced, lost in the feeling he pushed his ass back onto Jin's mouth and begged the man go faster. Jin enthusiastically grabbed onto his ass and spread his cheeks even further apart as he added a finger beside his tongue, fucking Jungkook's ass in tandem. Jin removed his mouth from Jungkook's alluring hole, and continued to fuck him with his finger. "My mother always said you should eat every meal at the dining room table. And that was one of the best meals I've ever had." he casually removed his finger and watched as Jungkook's hole puckered open from the loss. He gave his ass a quick pat before standing back and getting undressed. Jungkook's knees were red and irritated from the pressure of being on the table, so he finally moved off his hands and knees and sat back on the table with his legs dangling over the side. His already big eyes went even wider when he saw the naked man in front of him. He was right, so fucking right. Jin was huge, massive, enormous, mammoth, super sized. It was the biggest fucking cock he had ever seen. "Why are you in plumbing? You should be in porn. Look at that thing!" Jungkook pointed directly at Jin's cock. A look of utter amazement on his face. "Why do you think plumbers and therapists make so much money?” "I have no idea?" He shook his head, blond hair flailing around his face. "Because no one else wants to deal with other peoples shit. Now lay back on the table for me will ya.” Jungkook didn't have to be asked twice, he pushed himself back and lay flat on the table, Jin sauntered over and pulled Jungkook down so they were flush with one another. Jungkook's entrance was shiny and wet from Jin's earlier tongue escapades, but he knew it might still not be enough, so he reached into his hoody and pulled out the lube. "Umm just in case." he shyly looked towards Jin who smiled affectionately and took the bottle from him. He squirted a generous amount over his hard cock and positioned himself against Jungkook's entrance. Jin pushed in slowly, allowing Jungkook time to adjust around his large size. He pulled out and

pushed back in again even slower this time, inch by inch stretching him out, making Jungkook feel so full he felt as though the room was spinning. Jungkook was speechless, he looked up at the exquisite man above him and decided he must have slipped on the wet kitchen floor, died and gone to heaven. He was being fucked by an angel with the biggest cock humanly possible. Trembling, shaky sobs left his chapped lips as the man thrust into him long and slow. Jungkook pushed down onto Jin to meet his thrusts hoping that the man would speed up a little, but Jin just grabbed onto his hips and held him down into place. He was truly at Jin's mercy. The two men were a sweaty, panting mess. The sound of their skin slapping against each other ricocheted around the dining room. Jin lifted Jungkook's right leg and hooked his foot over his shoulder. A bolt of heat shocked Jungkook's insides as Jin's cock hit his prostate over and over again with every thrust. "Oohh fuck, I'm gonna come." he cried out. Jin picked up the pace as his large hand curled around Jungkook's swollen cock, pumping him in time with his own thrusts. Jungkook's sensations were heightened the minute that tough-skinned fingers were being drawn up and down his length. He felt his balls tightening and knew that just a few more thrusts would be all it would take to reach his release. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a drawn-out needy moan as his cock pulsated in Jin's hand, spurts of his hot cum landing on his stomach and all over Jin's tight grip. Jin stopped his movement and allowed the younger man to come down from his high before he started to thrust even harder inside Jungkook's tight ass. Jungkook was oversensitive, his ass tightening with every twitch of Jin's cock inside of him. Jin didn't hold back though, thrusting hard and deep inside of him. "Ahhh fuck, you feel so fucking good, so tight on my cock." Jin grunts between thrusts. Jungkook's whines were stirring him on towards his own release. Jin grits his teeth and sweat drips down his forehead as he finally comes inside Jungkook's tight hole. He is absolutely spent and leans down to kiss the blond. Their kiss is weak and slow, but incredibly sensual. Their sweaty forheads bump which causes a giggle from both men. "Eww you're sweating on me.” Jungkook pouts. "Wow, you're worried about that? I just came in your ass! Speaking of . . " Jin reaches over Jungkook's head and grabs the butt plug, he slowly removes his sizable cock from the blonds ass and teases the plug around Jungkook's hole, watching as it flutters open and his cum start to freely drip out. He pushes the plug in easily, trapping his cum inside. "Since you clearly wanted me inside you for a while now, you can enjoy my cum in your ass when I'm gone." he playfully winks at Jungkook.

The two men get dressed, casting each other looks of utter fondness. They walk back into the kitchen and grab their long abandoned bottles of water. Jungkook gulps his down, not realising just how thirsty he was. He forgot that good sex can wear your ass out. What a workout, why would anyone go to a gym when you could just fuck instead? A noise from the foyer startles them both, it's the sound of the front door being opened and closed. Jin grabs his toolbox and looks at Jungkook nervously, the blond smiles sweetly at the plumber and whispers "Just follow my lead"

An older man with a full head of grey hair, deep wrinkles, glasses sitting atop of his wide nose and wearing an over sized suit ploddingly makes his way into the room. "Oh honey, it's so nice to see you I thought you'd be at work all night?" Jungkook says as he kisses his husband on the cheek. "Mm yes well, I got as much done as I could tonight. Did we have trouble with the plumbing again? Why is Mr Kim here . . dressed like that?" "Yes sir, sorry I was at a dress up party and didn't have time to change. Your kitchen sink had a leak. It was an easy fix though, took only 10 minutes or so. I'll email through an invoice first thing on Monday morning.... Okay, I better go now." he tensely glances in Jungkook's direction. "Let me walk you out." he smiles back sweetly. When they reach the door Jungkook looks back to make sure he's not being watched by his doddering husband before he leans in and kisses Jin chastely on the cheek. "We should do this again next weekend, maybe the pipes in the pool house will unexpectedly play up hmm?" Jin flashes him a ravishing smile and winks at him as he exits the mansion. Jungkook watches Jin's enticing firm ass walk back to his car and feels the stirring of butterflies in his belly. He's starting to get feelings for a plumber with a terrible sense of humor but with a cock so large it should be illegal. He chuckles to himself as he closes the door, his entire night could be the storyline of some cheesy C grade porno film. But he can't wait to experience it all over again next weekend.

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Ok, so, i had a thought and ive been shamelessly sharing it, you will be my 3rd victim. I need people to hurt as i do because most talk about nhs hurt with dage death, but i have yet to see people talking about nmj last moments making it about him and bit nhs (besides you). Not sorry.

Nmj in the donghua, died after a fight with nhs, just after his didi practically told him all his eforts, all his struggle was for nothing. Nhs didnt want the sect he did his best to protect, rejected the saber that was their heritage and turned his back on all nmj had to sacrifice to make sure nhs had a comfortable *easy* life.

How much hurt and pain was nmj in his final moments besides the induced qi deviation?

Your 3rd victim ahaha I love it

Oof, now this is tricky for me because the donghua changed things up quite a bit.

An important part of the build-up to Nie Mingjue's death in the novel is that the Nie brothers had gotten into several fights before the fatal day. They were in the midst of one the very morning Nie Mingjue qi deviated and they hadn't managed to make up yet (and... they never would 😭).

And I think this is SUCH a vital pieces of information about their relationship: even when Nie Mingjue is poisoned with excessive turmoil, his fights with Nie Huaisang still aren't pushing him to qi deviate. Even though Nie Mingjue rages and yells and burns Nie Huaisang's precious fan collection, and Nie Huaisang yells and rages right back at his face and kicks his saber, Nie Mingjue is still not pressed enough to qi deviate.

So I think the donghua was entirely off-point by switching out Jin Guangyao and making Nie Huaisang's words Nie Mingjue's breaking point.

Because Nie Mingjue was never, truly, angry or upset at Nie Huaisang.

Nie Mingjue knew Nie Huaisang. He cared about him. He would never, willingly, hurt him. So try as Jin Guangyao might to drive a wedge between them, it couldn't break them apart. (Which is why the rest of the MDZS novel still happened!)

It takes a special little someone named Jin Guangyao, who Nie Mingjue once thought he knew but now knows is dangerous, to push Nie Mingjue's turmoil over the edge by showing just how two-faced he is.

Nie Mingjue, from how I read it, wasn't trying to give Nie Huaisang an easy life. He was trying to protect him for however long he could, which is what adults are supposed to do for children. Nie Huaisang didn't have to be a great cultivator, but he needs to practice his saber enough to at least know how to protect himself--because Nie Mingjue won't always be there to protect him and do the hard jobs, like fighting in the Sunshot Campaign, for him. Nie Huaisang is sheltered now, but he can't be sheltered forever.

Nie Huaisang could refuse to be sect leader now because Nie Mingjue was still around, so they still had time for Nie Huaisang to grow up. Nie Mingjue didn't want to burden Nie Huaisang with the heavy knowledge of the saber spirits just yet in part because Nie Mingjue didn't feel it was as urgent an issue as Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen insisted (and honestly, Nie Mingjue was 100% right but I digress).

During his donghua qi deviation, as I've theorized already, Nie Mingjue stabbed himself in the heart, killing himself before he could harm Nie Huaisang.

During the novel, he could have done the same or he could have died from the qi deviation like a person can die from a heart attack, pulmonary embolism, or stroke.

In both versions, Nie Mingjue attacked so many other people but came to a full stop when confronted with Nie Huaisang.

I don't think Nie Mingjue was feeling hurt by Nie Huaisang's words in his final moments in either version. I think Nie Mingjue's final moments were him hurting and in pain over how he ALMOST did something so abhorrent, something that went so far against everything he stood for and cared about.

I imagine his final thoughts being, "What am I doing!? What am I thinking!?"

Turmoil turned Nie Mingjue into this crazed, wild beast that started attacking indiscriminately. That's not the kind of person he is. He's always acted with a clear head and followed the rules. And it hurts me to imagine that split second of internal crisis and self-doubt, as if he hasn't tried to live his life as honorable and righteous as possible, when he is literally dying.

Which is all to say I personally don't think Nie Huaisang's actions or words hurt him. Frustrated him, yes, but that frustration was born out of love, not hate. And it was feelings of love for Nie Huaisang, not hurt or pain, that allowed Nie Mingjue to grab hold of his humanity for that one, desperate moment at the end.

#nie mingjue #nie huaisang #nie brothers #mdzs thoughts #kitsune1818 #asked from above #guess who is crying about nie brothers again!!!!

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barnesbabee · 3 years ago

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Panic settled in the room as Seonghwa's words echoed in your heads. Yunho was dead, Mingi disappeared, San wasn't waking up and the body was gone.

And meanwhile, you were getting railed in Seonghwa's office. You felt sick to your stomach, not knowing what to do, or where to even start.

"Someone say something!" Jongho yelled, at the top of his lungs, finally breaking his calm character.

The silence in the room was heavy and you suddenly felt as if you couldn't breathe, as if someone was gripping your throat from the inside. As if on cue, San groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"What the fuck?..." He groaned, as he sat up straight with the help of one hand.

San rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, hissing as he moved it up and down slowly.

You and Seonghwa ran towards him and knelt beside the man.

"San what happened!?"

San sat against the sofa, feeling too sick and too dizzy to sit up straight on his own. He took a couple of breathsm trying to recollect what happened before he blacked out.

"There really isn't much to say, right after Y/N left Mingi asked me to get him something from the kitchen and when I came back someone, I'm assuming Mingi, hit me with something in the back of the head. Next thing I know I'm waking up next to Jongho."

Seonghwa stood up, visibly stressed and irritated.

"Y/N I- I can't take this anymore. I'm tired, I'm stressed out, I wake up, go to sleep and go through the day stressed but I try to keep calm and be reasobale but I just can't anymore! I need to rest, I need time!" Jongho said.

His voice was shaky, his face was red and his eyes were desperate and tired. He had huge bags under his eyes, and he looked as if he wanted to cry, but was too tired to do so.

"I... I know. I know what you're feeling because I'm feeling it too, but the body is gone, and you know that if the body is found we'll all be questioned by the police and if he turns himself in he will also be questioned by the police and we both know that in either case they will be asking questions. The body is decomposing! They'll start asking why he didn't come right away, what happened between the murder and the confession, and it doesn't take much for Mingi to break! If he goes down he'll bring us with him!"

Your voice was unstable from crying, and you, just like every other person in the group, regretted helping Mingi. You should have stayed mad at him. You shouldn't have babied him and helped him cover up a murder. But it was too late, friendship and compassion won over you as if you were in a kid's cartoon where the power of friendship could overcome anything. But it didn't.

"Each of you get in one of my cars. We're splitting up and looking for him. Keys are in the ignition, let's go. The sooner we find him, the sooner it will all be over."

Seonghwa turned his back and started walking towards the garage, giving them no time to oppose themselves to the plan, or to complain at all.

Four motors roared in the garage as each of them left in their respective car to look around. He couldn't have gone very far, it had only been a couple hours and Mingi had no car and no money for a cab.

It was becoming increasingly hard for San to throw off Wooyoung. They had been spending a lot of time together and these past few days he had barely talked to the younger boy, making the latter suspicious that either San had gotten tired of him, or that he had found someone else. Either way Wooyoung was panicking and constantly blowing up San's phone, which was just the cherry on top. After the 10th ding sounded from his phone, San pulled over for a second and called Wooyoung.

"Heeey Woo." He said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

"San what's happening? Please tell me if you're getting tired of me... Don't give me any hopes, because I really like you."

"What? No Wooyoung, I like you, like... a lot. Really. But I've just been busy with consoling Y/N, and there was a bunch of issues in some paperwork from my part-time job so I had to work on that as well, it's just been a very tiring couple of days, I'm sorry... Can I get back to you once I'm done? I need a little rest."

As far as Wooyoung knew you were still upset at Mingi.

"Alright fine, but I expect a nice homemade dinner once you're free."

"Of course baby."

San hung up with a sigh, relieved that he bought his excuses, and started the engine once more, resuming his search.

San was driving around the town, searching places with fewer people and hidden spots where rarely anybody went to. He ended up in a couple bad neighborhoods, which in retrospect it wasn't very smart since he was riding a Rolls Royce, but they hadn't been making good choices the past few days. Seonghwa headed back to the cabin where they had found the body, you searched every bridge and police station and Jongho went to his apartment.

It was minute 12 of driving around when you received a call. It was a group call with everyone involved.

"The body is back in the cabin. It's covered with all the leaves and shit we put here."

"Don't touch it, get out of there for now. I'm still trying to get to his house, anyone got anything?"

Jongho's question was met with a bunch of no's.

"Well I'm almost at his house and I can see- oh my God. I found him. I found him he's standing on a balcony and I think he's gonna jump everyone get here!"

Jongho hung up and you told Seonghwa the address. Thankfully you were close by and got there in no time. Jongho sprinted up the stairs and by the time you and San got to the house he was trying to talk Mingi out of it. Mingi was standing on the edge of his balcony, on the other side of the railing, but still holding onto it. Jongho was crying and begging Mingi to come to his senses and to come back inside, as he gripped his arm.

"It's no use Jongho, just let me go! This is not up to you!"

You and San got up to the balcony as well, trying to talk Mingi out of it.

"Mingi please! We'll get through this I'm begging you, we can't lose you too!" You yelled.

You wanted to stay composed but you couldn't help the tears streaming down your face. Even Jongho, who was usually very uncomfortable displaying his emotions, was crying and begging.

When Seonghwa got to the scene, he was terrified. He didn't know what to do, which was a common thing throughout the past few days, and it was killing him.

Everyone was pulling on Mingi's left side, trying to pull him up along with Jongho, so, without anyone noticing, he jumped outside the railing, and slowly walked towards Mingi without him noticing either.

Once he was close enough, he grabbed the man and pulled him up and over the railing, while holding himself stable with one hand on said railing.

However, Mingi's selfishness was bigger, and in the end, he showed that no matter what other people did for him, he was going to put himself first.

Mingi was mad, he thought his friends were being selfish and had no say in the matter, so while being saved, while going over the railing back into his house, he kicked it away with all the strength in his body, making him fall back.

Seonghwa, who was holding onto Mingi, failed to grip the railing harder and fell with Mingi, looking into your sad, panic-filled eyes as he fell to his death.

You bent over and watched the man you loved fall, in what felt like slow motion. His body hit the ground, and with an ugly cracking noise, Seonghwa's head split open.

You sprinted down the stairs, and once you got down to the ground people were circling the two men, taking pictures and gasping at the scene. You shoved away everybody in front of you so you could reach Seonghwa. His face was nearly intact, but the pool of blood surrounding his cracked skull told you there was no way he'd survive. His chest moved up and down quickly, for a couple of seconds, indicating the intense pain he was in.

"Seonghwa I'm sorry- I-I'm so sorry! Please... I love you..."

Just as the last three words left your mouth, you could see his lips twitch, before his chest stopped moving, before his eyes lost all of their color, before his body went limp in your hands. You stayed there, holding the face of the deceased man you once loved, your clothes soaking his blood and you cried out for forgiveness.

You didn't dare look at Mingi, but you sure hoped he was dead.

But he wasn't. And in the end. When the ambulance and the police came, they took Seonghwa to the morgue and Mingi to the hospital. Mingi ended up surviving after intense surgery, but not for long, because you would end up killing him.

"You don't get to live!" You told Mingi, as you stabbed gagged him and stabbed him over, and over, and over.

He died in a slow, agonizing way, just like you wanted him to. After all he put you, San, and Jongho through, after the sleepless nights, the constant stress, after staying the love of your life he still thought he'd get a second chance!?

You made sure he suffered, and you made sure he knew how much you hated him as you pierced your old, blunt, and rusty knife into his body.

San and Wooyoung ended up fleeing the country, and Jongho joined the military, both too afraid to face the reality and their past actions, seeking any refuge outside of their past lives. They did end up hearing about Mingi's death, and neither of them seemed to care. After everything, they just gave up on him completely.

You were arrested for Mingi's murder, but after confessing everything, and giving a couple touch-ups where you removed Seonghwa, Jongho, and San from the story, and after leading them to Yunho's body, the lawyer from your case pleaded not guilty, and blamed your acts on the heavy toll the incidents of helping your best friend, and the death of your lover, had taken on you, and the judge agreed that you should be under house arrest, with a government assigned professional that would assist you, take care of you, and report back to court.

Was that the end? Was that all there was to your life? That seemed to be the case... Sooner or later you'd end up joining Seonghwa however, you knew that much, you just hoped he was somewhere waiting for you.

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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I've got a HC that could be a prompt if you're interested? Due to grinding his teeth & holding all his stress in his jaw JC's jaw just totally locks up for from a few hours to a day or so. Obvs he tries to hide it from everyone, but it always happens at inconvenient (ie stressful) times. (Cultivation conferences, every time he makes up his mind to go to Gusu and finally hash things out with WWX, when he really wants to shout at JL for something stupid & can suddenly only mumble, etc. Whatever)

Living with Lan Wangji had taught Wei Wuxian the many different flavors of silence.

After all, his husband was not an especially emotive man – it was all in the microexpressions, the curve of his eyes or the tilt of his brow – and yet he conveyed his meaning clearly, even without saying a word. Wei Wuxian learned to cherish the comfortable silences, to interrupt incipient brooding, to entice during the times when his husband was most definitely not thinking about his work…

Perhaps it was that experience that makes him realize – possibly for the first time in his new life – that there was something wrong with Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian had been extremely self-absorbed as a young man, in his first life, but he’d still known to keep his eye on his too-quiet, too-intense shidi, who usually locked his feelings away deep inside but not deep enough that Wei Wuxian couldn’t see. Even after their estrangement, he had been able to read him as easily as any book – every flinch and every start, every swallow, every shift of weight, a hundred stories of discomfort and confusion that he hated himself for not being able to assuage. For not being willing to assuage, because he, in his arrogance, had thought that through his silence he could keep Jiang Cheng from suffering even more pain.

In his new life –

Well. Wei Wuxian had long ago lost the right to hold the key to unlock the secrets of Jiang Cheng’s heart.

And yet, he was certain something was wrong. Jiang Cheng was glaring and scowling as always – possibly worse than always, because he didn’t have a choice about coming to the discussion conference even if it was in Gusu, even if that meant Wei Wuxian would be there – and he looked as immaculately put together as he always did in this strange future where the kid Wei Wuxian remembered dunking into ponds just the other day had turned into a cold-faced man who was feared instead of loved, but still. Something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.

It was his silence, Wei Wuxian decided. Jiang Cheng was staying quiet even when there was something that Wei Wuxian knew he cared about, not even greeting Jin Ling with more than a huff – though Jin Ling didn’t seem to mind – and it wasn’t a calm quiet, a content quiet, the contained and controlled quiet that Lan Wangji was.

It was wrong.

So maybe Wei Wuxian just happened to meander by the guest quarters for the Jiang sect on his nightly walk. It was totally accidental, even if it had never before happened while Jiang Cheng was in residence as a visiting sect leader. After all, Wei Wuxian had only lived at the Cloud Recesses a few years – anyone could get turned around.

“– should have said that it was getting this bad!”

That was Jin Ling’s voice, Wei Wuxian observed, and he “meandered” closer while keeping his tread as light as possible. It was late for Jin Ling to be here instead of back in the rooms reserved for the Jin sect; he should be getting some sleep in preparation for a busy day the next day.

Jiang Cheng should be telling him to get some sleep.

He wasn’t.

He wasn’t saying anything.

Wei Wuxian peeked through the window.

Jiang Cheng was sitting on the bed, Jin Ling crouched beside him, chattering angrily like an angry monkey as he applied a cold compress to the side of Jiang Cheng’s face.

“Don’t know what you were thinking,” he said mutinously, even though Jiang Cheng glared at him. “No, stop that – no glaring, no yelling, you heard what the doctor said. Did you take your medicine?”

Jiang Cheng nodded.

“And it’s still this bad? That’s not good, jiujiu.”

Jiang Cheng turned his head, a sudden jerk. He looked frustrated. He looked like he wanted to say something – but like he couldn’t.

Wei Wuxian felt something drop in his stomach.

“I know you already know that,” Jin Ling said, interpreting the silence as easily as Wei Wuxian used to, and then hesitated. “And I know you said you didn’t want to consider…you know the doctor says that the surgery would help a lot.”

Jiang Cheng shook his head furiously.

(Wei Wuxian’s gut churned. Surgery? Some necessary type of surgery, something was wrong, and Jiang Cheng refusing to fix it - was it because of him, what he’d done, back in that past life? Would Jiang Cheng recoil from all surgeries because of that one time when he didn’t have a choice about it, and in so doing cost himself his life - no, that Wei Wuxian’s actions would cost him his life, that Wei Wuxian would at long belated last drag him into the grave the way he had everyone else?)

“Listen, you might not have a choice. This is getting really, really close to another serious flare up, okay? And we don’t want one of those,” Jin Ling argued. “Do you remember when you couldn’t eat anything? For weeks? Because I do. It was awful. Everyone thought you were dying –”

“He’s not, is he?” Wei Wuxian asked, finding himself inside the door before he even realized he was moving. “He’s not dying?”

“Senior Wei!” Jin Ling exclaimed, surprised, and – yeah, maybe it hurt a bit that Jiang Cheng was jiujiu and he was Senior Wei instead of shishu even after all the night-hunts they’d gone on together, but Jiang Cheng wasn’t the one who’d played a part in robbing Jin Ling of his parents so he was going to just shut up and not complain about it – but that wasn’t important right now.

“He’s not dying,” Wei Wuxian insisted, his voice a little shrill. “Whatever’s wrong with him that’s bad enough that he needs surgery – why can’t he talk? What’s keeping him from talking?”

Jiang Cheng had half-risen to his feet, but Jin Ling pulled him down again with a glare of his own. “Don’t you dare move yet,” he hissed, pressing the compress into his uncle’s face even harder. He glanced back at Wei Wuxian. “Maybe you can talk some sense into him – it’s his jaw.”

“His jaw?”

“It locks up,” Jin Ling explained, and – yes. That was the missing piece, the thing he hadn’t known; that was the problem. “Really badly, to the point where he can’t move it at all. He can’t talk except through mumbling, and in the really bad times he can’t even open it enough to eat – he can only drink soup.”

That sounded awful.

“What causes it?” Wei Wuxian asked, deciding to be as bold and careless as everyone always claimed he was and to come over and help hold the compress in place.

Jiang Cheng didn’t strike him dead for it, as he’d almost expected him to.

“The muscle at the top of jaw, right under the ear, gets all swollen and fixed in place. Teeth grinding and stress aggravate it, and it aggravates them, and it’s all a horrible cycle…I’m applying cold right now, but next it’ll be heat. In really bad times, like now, we might even use acupuncture and Zidian to try to shock the muscle loose –”

That sounded painful. Wei Wuxian didn’t like to think about Jiang Cheng being in pain.

Especially not from stress.

Stress that Wei Wuxian had always aggravated, rather than eased; the stress of being a sect leader all alone, the stress of being abandoned, left behind, the stress of chasing after Wei Wuxian who held himself far away –

“Can I help?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jin Ling said, even though Jiang Cheng tried to shake his head no. “Anything you can think of we’d welcome.”

“I’ll look through all the libraries,” Wei Wuxian promised. The focus of his research – even in his new life – had tended to focus on demonic cultivation, simply because it was new and interesting, but he was a genius; if he put his mind to it, he was sure he could come up with something better to help fix Jiang Cheng’s jaw before it needed to be cut open with a knife just to let him eat something. “I’ll help.”

Jiang Cheng caught his hand and tugged, unable to speak – but his silence said Why so plaintively that Wei Wuxian’s heart lurched in his chest.

“Because you’re Jiang Cheng,” he told him, unable to explain it other than that. He couldn’t say that he wouldn’t leave him to suffer – he had – couldn’t say he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him – he had – could barely even say he put Jiang Cheng’s well-being as one of his highest priorities, even though it was. There was no reason for Jiang Cheng to believe him about any of that. “Let me help. Please.”

Jiang Cheng stared at him for a long moment.

After a while, he put down his hand and looked away, pretending the moment had never happened, and that was as good as agreement when it came to Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian smiled in relief, and started planning out his first attack on the healing arts section of the Lan sect’s library.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #jin ling #my fic #silence #themackenziemachine

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qianoir · 3 years ago

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IT3D 1 - Hua Mulan

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college students!WayV x Chinese fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, college au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ (Do not interact if you are under 18)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy cursing (censored), mentions of sex, nudity, love octogon, foreign humor, overbearing parents

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Preview < 1 < 2 < 3

"I've only been in New York City for 15 hours, Xuejiao. And it's huge! I don't know these streets you're telling me!" You shout, ignoring the side-eyes from the passerby city slickers that give New York it’s bad stereotype.

"You're going down 96th Street right? I told you to keep going down. It's a long a.ss street. You'll find the campus eventually- look for the dome!"

The connection breaks as Xuejiao finishes the call, "I gotta go now, I’m trying to get in my astrology professor’s pants after class!" The line goes silent and you huff, opening up GPS to lead you down the forsaken 96th Street. Distracted with directions, some guy crashes into you with his bike.

"What the hell!? Watch where you're going!" You yell picking up your fallen bag- which scattered all of my weeaboo s.hit.

"Maybe if you didn't stand in the middle of the street, you wouldn't have wrecked my bike! You're lucky you didn't get killed by a real car!" You looked up at the ignorant voice and found a young, orange-haired Asian boy. Maybe Chinese, like me?

"I wrecked your bike!? You're really unbelievable.." You placed everything back into the bag and took out your wallet. "Look, I don't have time for this. I'm sorry for damaging your tricycle, or whatever- here." You threw a fully punched Xing Fu Tang loyalty card at the kid’s dumbfounded face and walked off.

It's 9:57 AM, your o-chem class starts at 10 and you still can't find the campus. Why did my parents even make me leave Hong Kong? Because of the government, the pollution? Both countries are f.ucked. I choke there and I choke here.

Finally, I'm here.

You ran to the STEM building and up the stairs to land in a spacious lab room. You hurried to an empty seat near the top row. 9:59 AM.. Thank goodness.

In the midst of the lesson, the door opened to reveal the same clumsy jerk you had encountered a few minutes ago. He rushed to an empty seat, you going unnoticed by him.

Your first 50 minutes of college went by pretty quick. Nothing more than a syllabus review and a small question/answer session.

"I know it is the first day, but you are all in big kid school now, so I am assigning a semester project you will work on for all of this first term with a partner." Each array of your peers groaned at this announcement.

"You will use your knowledge from high school chemistry or an equivalent to complete it." The professor continued, "I will choose your partners and you are both expected to be responsible with it all semester."

"Remember your partner's name so that when I'm done, you can come down to get each other's contact information."

"Man Wol and Ji An.. Ha Jin and Hae Soo.."

The professor continued to call out names as you were caught up in texting Xuejiao about the kid who crashed into you earlier this morning being in your class, only half listening until you heard your name being called.

“Y/N and Yangyang.." Did I miss a racist joke or something? What the hell is a Yang Yang?

You kept texting Xuejiao, deciding to deal with it after class.

"I know it's a lot to take in on the first day, but on the bright side, you don't have to do the project," Some idiots celebrated, "but know that I will judge you harshly on it and I will be teaching at an Ivy League while you get kicked out of an Ivy League, never achieving your dreams." He fakes a sad face and the same idiots fuss.

"Now come meet your partners and have a good rest of your first day!" Your first professor dismissed the first class.

You put your phone in your pocket and stumbled to the bottom of the classroom, calling out for "Yangyang," the name feeling awkward as it rolled off your tongue.

"That's me." You spun around and were met with the trike guy from earlier.

"IT'S YOU!" You exclaimed in unison with him, the space between you two silencing for a second, before you spoke again.

"Oh my God I can't believe I got such a d!ck as a partner." You rolled your eyes with crossed arms.

"Hey! It takes two to d!ck!" Yangyang argues back. You stared at the fellow Asian boy in disgust and dismay.

"What the f.uck!?"

Both of you suddenly broke down laughing, your huddled classmates peeking at you with judgemental stares.

Yangyang calmed down and talked more comfortably with you, "Thanks for the boba by the way. I drank it deliciously.. before I dropped it because I crashed again."

"That's what you get for being a pr!ck to me." You scoffed.

"Oh baby that wasn't being a pr!ck. That was simply getting you warmed up to want me." He tapped your chin to bop your head back while giving a creepy stare.

...

"You're a f.ucking crazy person."

"Like it or not, Mulan, you're stuck with me for an entire semester." He stuck his tongue out at you.

"Mulan?" You questioned.

"Yeah. You're a Chinese b!tch, right?" You glared at him, but had to nod ‘yes’ anyway.

"Cool. I'm Taiwanese.. I need to get to the other side of campus so give me your number so we can work out the details on the project. You wanna meet up at the library tonight?" You agreed and gave him your number.

"Great. See you tonight, Mulan." He winked and jumped out of the room.

Shaking your head at the ironic situation, you walked to the next class with a little over 10 minutes to spare, so you stopped for coffee at the Starbucks on campus.

The shop was pretty small and there weren't a lot of people inside. As you were about to enter, another Asian boy held the door open. "Thank you." You smiled, bowing your head in gratitude.

"Anything for a girl with such a charming smile. Can I buy you a coffee?" He asked.

"No, that's ok!" You replied, not wanting to inconvenience this guy- and besides, he might just be trying to get in my pants.

"Please I insist! Get anything you want!" You decided to take his offer because in the end, it’s free coffee. He was also pretty charming himself, and seemingly harmless.

"Could I get an iced Americano, please?" You ordered. "I'll have the same." The boy told the barista.

You both stood to the side of the bar, talking while the identical drinks were being made. "Thank you for paying, you really didn't have to." "No no it's really fine. I wanted to.. I'm Dejun Xiao by the way, I think I'm in your chemistry class. What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N." "Oh are you Chinese!?" You nodded. "I'm Chinese as well. Are you from China?" "I'm from Hong Kong." "That's so cool! I'm from Guangdong." "Oh nice, nice.." The drinks were handed to you and you walked out together, strolling into the center of the campus.

"What class do you have next?" Dejun asked, sipping at his coffee. You took out a crumpled paper to examine the schedule printed on it. "I have biochem next." "Oh we have the same class!" Dejun announced. "That's crazy! Are you premed?" You asked him. "No, I'm studying forensic science. I want to be a homicide detective.”

Wow this guy is impressive. "Wow, that's awesome.. I want to be a heart surgeon.”

“That’s so cool!” "Thank you." You laughed at his energy. The two of you walked in the direction of your next shared class, conversing and giggling with each other along the way.

You reached your next classroom and found empty seats next to one another. “You can call me Xiaojun, by the way. I think it’s cooler than Dejun.”

“If you have to say your name is cool, then it’s not cool.” Another Asian man walked up to your row.

"Hey man! You're in here, too?" Xiaojun asked. "Yeah! It was a lucky draw." Xiaojun then motioned over to you, "This is Y/N. She's my new.. friend?" He smiled at you, looking for confirmation. Returning his smile, "Yes I am. Nice to meet you." The other male shook your hand and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm Kun."

"She's from China, like us!" Kun was surprised. "Really? Why did you come to America?" "My parents made me." You shrugged. "Wow mine did, too." Kun chuckled and sat down in the row of you and Xiaojun.

I left China, but China came to me. Maybe this year is destined to be good..

To be continued…

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#wayv x reader #nct x reader #kun x reader #ten x reader #winwin x reader #lucas x reader #xiaojun x reader #hendery x reader #yangyang x reader #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #wayv smut #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct smut #nct angst #wayv angst

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delacyrose224 · 4 years ago

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Gold Rush

-Pairing: drummer!Jungkook x reader, with a side of guitarist!Jin x OC

-Premise: You were never one for rushing into relationships, but what happens when you meet a certain blue-haired drummer?

-Genre: rock band!AU, some fluff but also some angst

-Word Count: 8.1k

-Author's Note: This is based on the song 'gold rush' by the one and only Taylor Swift! It will still make sense if you don't know the song, but you'll find some fun Easter egg references if you do know it. Also, fun fact: this is the first fic I've written since high school...do with that what you will.

“Come...on!” Margot grunts as she tugs on your arm. You literally have no idea why you’ve agreed to this night out-it’s Tuesday, you have work in the morning, you’re already tired and the night hasn’t even started.

“I’m coming,” you mutter begrudgingly, as you step carefully in your heeled boots down very narrow steps into what looks like a very seedy bar. The Dynasty. You walk in the door, and instantly try to retreat-it’s tiny, the floor is sticky with who knows what, and it’s packed. More like The Die Nasty...this could not be further from your comfort zone.

Margot, meanwhile, could not look more excited. She’s been talking about this concert for weeks now. You can’t even remember the name of the band, that’s how not your scene this is. Margot steers you towards the bar. “What do you want? My treat, since I made you come out on a work night just to be my wing woman.”

You scrunch up your nose in disbelief. Her wing woman? Has she seen you? You’re the most awkward person alive around men, especially cute men. Plus, it doesn’t help that you barely had time to throw on an Eagles t-shirt with a pair of jeans, and your hair has frizzed out from the light drizzle of rain that started on the walk over. “A Malibu with coke works,” you say, adding, “And make it a double!” at her retreating back.

You turn and scour the packed room for an empty booth, table, anything. Your eyes finally land on a tiny two person booth in an awkward corner of the room. Margot may not be able to see the band perfectly from here, but at least you’ll have seats. “A drink for my best friend in the whole entire world!!” Margot smiles brightly as she brings your beverages over to the table. “Do you think Jin will notice me? I tried to look cute, but not try too hard, y’know?” She smoothes down the front of her blouse nervously. You immediately have a witty retort ready to go, but you don’t have the heart to say it when you look up and see how fidgety she is. “Mar-if he doesn’t notice you, he’s an idiot,” you smile kindly.

The show isn’t due to start for another 30-45 minutes, so you spend that time chatting with Margot about work, life, and everything in between. She’s convinced that if she can just get Jin to notice her, that she’ll be able to introduce you to one of his bandmates, and then you can go on double dates (or something like that). “Mar, do you really think tortured artists go on double dates? I really can’t see it,” you snort into your drink. Let alone a guy in a band being interested in you, you’re about as boring and straitlaced as they come. You lose track of time as you continue the conversation, and the alcohol is certainly making you less annoyed that you’re here.

“They’re starting, they’re starting!” Margot squeals, gripping your arm. “Really?” You try to twist around in your seat to see, but before you get very far, you’re being dragged out into the space right in front of the stage. You’re not quite front row, but you’re awfully close-too close for your own liking, if you’re being honest.

“Margot…” you hiss, trying to get her attention, but all hope is lost. Her eyes are glued to the small stage, waiting for the man she’s deemed to be the love of her life to walk out and pick up his guitar. You give up after a while, huffing and crossing your arms to show your displeasure. A few girls around you give you a sidelong glance, seemingly judging you for being upset at a concert. How dare you? After staring at you for what they deem to be an appropriate amount of time, they go back to their own conversations, which you’re able to overhear due to your close proximity.

“Were you at the last show? They’ve improved SO much since they started, I love them!!” one yells a little too loudly, while her friend nods enthusiastically.

“Have you heard that Jungkook dyed his hair blue?! He was hot before, but now…” the girl can’t even seem to finish her sentence, she’s so overcome by the ‘hotness’ of this Jungkook guy, whoever he is.

As soon as his name is mentioned, you suddenly seem to overhear it multiple times in the conversations surrounding you while the band’s crew finishes setting up for them. You lean over to ask Margot what the heck the deal is with Jungkook, but just as you open your mouth to begin talking, a loud strumming blasts from the speakers on the edge of the stage, and you mouth ‘nevermind’ and step back to where you were.

A tall, broad shouldered man steps out of the shadows at the back of the stage to deafening screams, his guitar already strapped across his chest. He lifts up a hand in greeting, and steps up to one of the mics set up. “Thank you all for coming out! We hope you have a great time tonight!” He blows a kiss to the crowd (to more deafening screams). Margot looks like she might faint-this must be Jin.

Next to walk out is a sullen looking guy, shorter and smaller than the first. He walks to the side of the stage opposite of you, and picks up a bass. Forget Jin, forget Jungkook (whichever one he turns out to be), you like this guy. Sure, he’s cute or whatever, but he literally looks like he wants to be anywhere but where he’s currently at. “Same, dude, same,” you mutter to yourself under your breath. One of the girls from earlier must have overheard you again, because she turns and gives you a weird look. The multiple Malibu and cokes you had earlier give you the courage to tell her to mind her own business and leave you alone, but just as you begin to lean forward, the loudest screams yet erupt from the crowd. You immediately clench your hands over your ears (which you realize looks ridiculous at a concert) and turn to look at what’s caused the reaction.

Over the heads of the people in front of you, you see a mop of almost neon blue hair making its way to the drum set, but the rest of him is obscured as he swiftly walks across the stage. This must be that Jungkook guy those girls were talking about earlier. His hair looks like a blueberry as far as you’re concerned, and you still don’t understand what the fuss is about.

He settles behind his kit, and as the people in front of you move slightly, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook. His blueberry hair falls around his face in waves, and his nose is scrunched up because of the giant grin on his face, clearly ecstatic to start the show. Okay, he was cute. Cuter than bass guy and Jin (though you’d never utter that sentence out loud to Margot for fear of losing your life). Still, he’s just another guy in a band, right?

Jin starts the opening chords to the first song to deafening cheers, bass guy starting to play shortly after, and Jungkook having the time of his life on the drums. After a long intro, you hear a smooth voice with a tinge of rasp come through the mic. It instantly feels like your bones have turned to jelly, and you want to melt into a puddle (in the best way). However, you are confused. You’re staring at Jin, who is immersed in his playing, sweat already starting to drip from his brow from being under bright lights. His mouth isn’t moving. Why? He’s the lead singer. Are you imagining the lyrics you’re hearing right now?

You lean over to Margot, who’s conveniently also looking at Jin, albeit for a completely different reason. “Why isn’t the lead singer doing anything?” you shout over the music. “Huh?” she screams back, unable to clearly make out what you’re saying. “I said, why isn’t Jin singing?!” you yell.

Margot looks over to you, mirroring the confusion on your own face. “Look!” she points towards the back of the stage. There you see Jungkook, not only playing the drums, but also singing lead vocals in one of most attractive voices you’ve ever heard. Not only that, but he’s somehow managed to keep that scrunched nose smile from earlier on his face while doing it. So THAT’S what all the fuss about Jungkook was over. Just as your brain makes the connection between it being his singing coming through the speakers, he makes eye contact with you and his smile seems to grow even bigger, his eyes sparkling with delight.

Oh, you’re in big trouble.

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The rest of the concert seems to go by in a blur. You have no idea how many songs the group does, you are so caught up in watching Jungkook perform...he clearly has talent, but you can tell he’s in love with what he’s doing. Even when sweat makes his hair start to stick to his forehead, he merely gives his head a shake (sort of like a dog), and keeps going with that wide smile on his face. It certainly doesn’t help that it feels like at least every other song, he’s making eye contact with you somehow-even though you’re not front row, even though his drum kit is at the back of the stage. Surely you’re making that up. He’s just a good performer, right? He makes all the girls feel like this, like he’s performing just for them.

As Jin strums out the final notes of the last song, you shake your head to clear your thoughts. This is dumb, you had too much to drink, and you were distracted by a cute guy who has a pretty voice. That’s all.

As the song dies out, you turn to your best friend. “Margot, you ready to go? I’m tired.” What you’ve failed to notice is that your best friend has disappeared while you’ve been wrapped up in your own thoughts. Did she go to the bathroom? Had she gotten more drunk while you were busy swooning (no, NOT swooning) over a certain blue-haired drummer? Just as you’re about to start panicking, you see her as the group of fans in front of you starts to disperse...and she’s talking TO JIN.

He’s sitting on the edge of the stage, long legs dangling off the front, head tilted back laughing at something Margot has said. His laugh doesn’t quite seem to fit him-it’s loud and squeaky, kind of like a windshield wiper dragging itself across the front of a car. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his guitar pick, and goes to hand it to your friend. Simultaneously, he leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek. Other girls that are around you, hanging back in hopes of meeting the boys, are clearly fuming at the action and some even stomp off.

On one hand, you are excited for Margot-she’s gotten the attention of the man she’s been talking about nonstop for days. On the other hand, you also want to leave-love is gross and you have no time for it. Since you can’t abandon your friend in a seedy bar with a man she hardly knows, you settle for the next best thing-your fifth (you think?) drink of the night.

“A Malibu and coke please,” you ask the bartender while sliding cash across the counter. You know you’ll regret the alcohol running through your system in the morning, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care enough to stop. You pick up the drink, filled to the brim, and turn quickly to go hide in your booth from the beginning of the night. Surely Margot will come find you when she’s done talking, right? Just as you turn, someone walking the opposite way bumps elbows with you with enough force to cause half your drink to slosh down the front of your shirt and onto the floor.

“Oh wow, I am so sorry! I should have been paying more attention-let me get some napkins for you!” says some unknown male voice. You’re too busy mourning over your half spilled drink that you’d just paid too much for to reply. Suddenly, there’s napkins thrust into your hand, and you look up.

It’s Jungkook.

He’s even more attractive up close, if that’s even possible. He’s sweaty, but somehow makes it look good-his longer hair is swept back into a little blue half bun, his eyeliner is smudged, and he’s down to his white undershirt with ripped jeans. The dim lights of the bar are reflecting off both his earrings and what looks like the stars in his eyes.

“Um...are you okay? I can go get you a new shirt to change into-wait here!” Before you have the chance to form any words, he jogs off towards the stage where he has a conversation with the bassist. The bassist doesn’t look happy about what Jungkook says, but Jungkook still goes to the back of the stage, and comes back with a black piece of fabric in his hands.

“Yoongi’s pissed because these aren’t even ready to be sold, but whatever. Just think of it as an exclusive sneak peek or something,” Jungkook says as he hands the shirt to you. You accidentally brush your hand across his as you take what he’s handing you, and you feel like you might burst into flames with the way your insides feel like they’ve become molten lava.

You unfold the shirt to see that it’s got song lyrics written across it in dripping graffiti font, along with their signatures. The realization suddenly hits you that you still have not said a single word to the man standing in front of you.

“Y-Yoongi?” you stammer out. You hate how much you sound like a high schooler asking their crush to prom. “Oh yeah, that’s our bassist. The one who looks like he’d literally rather be anywhere else than playing with Jin and me,” Jungkook chuckles. “He’s really a softy underneath it all, but don’t tell him I said that.”

You laugh, though you feel like it sounds a little too forced and a little too loud. Your assumption seems to be right, as you see Jungkook raise one eyebrow.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I really am sorry I made you spill your drink.” He genuinely looks worried. About you. What universe are you even living in right now?

“I’m fine, really. Thanks for the t-shirt, you didn’t have to do that,” you mumble softly.

“It’s the least I could do for a pretty girl whose Eagles tee I ruined, don’t worry about it. Yoongi will get over it.”

Jungkook smiles that same smile he seemed to throw your way throughout the concert, nose scrunching up, eyes sparkling. It feels like you’ve been thrown overboard into the ocean in the middle of a storm. You can’t get your bearings, the waves keep throwing you under, and you’re disoriented. The only light is coming from the stars in his eyes. Surely this man who could date anyone he wanted to did not just call you pretty, as casually as he might have mentioned the weather outside?

You’re shaken out of your reverie as Margot and Jin approach the two of you. “JK, my man, sorry I took so long-I was too busy being enchanted by this lovely lady,” Jin smiles, and you can see that Margot is beaming with happiness. You’re glad someone’s night has gone well.

“No problem, I was just talking to...” Jungkook suddenly looks lost, realizing he doesn’t know your name.

“Y/N.” you blurt out. Margot looks at you strangely, but is distracted once Jungkook begins talking again.

“Yeah, I bumped into her and made her spill her drink, so I gave her one of our shirts and we were just chatting.” He smiles gently at you and your heart does a somersault.

“Nice to meet you. You must be cool if you’re friends with this one,” Jin nudges Margot with his shoulder. How long have the two of them been able to talk for, for him to know you’re friends? You’ll definitely need a debrief on the walk home.

You speak to Jin with much more ease and control than you can manage with Jungkook. “I like to think I’m cool,” you grin. At this, Jungkook smirks.

“She’s the best!” Margot chirps, clearly still a little drunk. Jin chuckles and puts an arm around her shoulders.

“Well, pretty girl, JK and I need to go help Yoongi with getting everything put up in our van. It was lovely to meet you,” he drops his arm from around her shoulders, only to pick up her hand in his and kisses her knuckles promptly. Margot giggles. “I’d love to take you out sometime.” She nods enthusiastically.

“It was nice to meet you too,” Jungkook leans in to half-whisper in your ear. When did he get that close?! You nod with a small smile in his direction-that’s all you can seem to manage when that drowning in the ocean feeling suddenly returns.

He and Jin turn to leave, and you go to your booth, making sure you didn’t leave anything behind before the whole drink-spilling fiasco happened. Seeing that you have everything, you turn to find Margot, only to see Jungkook whispering in her ear across the room and laughing.

Your heart drops. You were right all along-he does treat all the girls like this, like they’re special to him.

Margot comes up to you shortly after. “You ready to go?” you ask quietly.

“Yep!” she smiles, and drags you out of The Dynasty by the hand. The entire walk home, all she can talk about is Jin-how cute he is, how funny he is, how talented he is, and oh, did she mention how cute he is? You nod and smile in all the right places in her story. You are happy for Margot, but you can’t help comparing what she’s telling you with your interactions with Jungkook. You had acted like an idiot, and there was no way he was interested in you on any level. Plus, he clearly thought that your best friend was worth flirting with after Jin helped him escape your awkward conversation.

You shake your head to clear it as you reach your apartment building. Margot bids you farewell at the second floor, while you continue your trudge up the stairs to the fourth floor. You key into your apartment, throwing your keys into a bowl and heading for your bedroom.

Makeup off, pjs on, you’ve just finished washing your face when you look at yourself in the mirror. “Boys are dumb, and love is stupid,” you say to yourself, not sure if you actually believe what you’re saying. As you dry your face, you hear the sound of your phone receiving a text. Margot, no doubt, still waxing poetic about how she can’t believe that Jin wants to take her out on a date.

You slide into bed and turn off your lamp, grabbing your phone to set an alarm for the morning and to tell Margot that you’ll talk some more tomorrow during lunch.

Unknown Number

2:37 AM: Hey, it’s Jungkook!...I hope you don’t mind, I got your number from Margot. thanks for coming out to the show tonight, I hope you had a good time!! if you didn’t, you don’t have to wear the shirt I gave you, that would be weird for you to wear it if you hated our music…

2:41 AM: anyway, I just wanted to apologize again for making you spill your drink. Usually I’m not that clumsy, I guess I was distracted. You should come hang out with the band before our next show on Friday! only if you want. let me know...or don’t. Whatever you want.

2:45 AM: Can you tell I’m nervous? haha

2:46 AM: usually i’m not like this, but you’re really pretty and you seem cool. ANYWAY. I hope you hang out with us-bring Margot too, Jin would like that. I hope you got home safe and i hope i see you soon :)

You stare in disbelief at your phone. Jungkook just texted you. Jungkook just texted you FOUR TIMES IN A ROW. Good thing you are much less awkward via text, mostly because you have time to think out what to say. You can’t help the giant grin that forms on your face as you type out a reply.

2:50 AM: I made it home, thanks for checking in...I can’t turn down a good band shirt, so I’ll definitely be wearing it. Maybe I’ll wear it if we hang out, you’ll have to wait and see!

You place your phone on the nightstand and turn over to get comfortable. Maybe Margot wasn’t the only one who had a good night after all.

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Three days later, you’re staring at your phone sitting on your desk. “Can you not?” Margot huffs from beside you, rolling over in her desk chair. “Just freaking text JK and tell him we’re coming to hang out with the band,” she rolls her eyes and lets out a huge sigh.

“Margot, can you not? Stop being so loud, we’re at work,” you hiss. Margot looks slightly taken aback at your comment, and then swiftly rolls back to her own desk.

You’ll deal with her hurt feelings later. For now, you go back to staring at Jungkook’s text that is boring a hole in your brain...he sent it about six hours ago, and you still haven’t replied.

Jungkook

8:53 AM: Morning! I know it’s kinda early, but i figured you might be at work already. You and Margot coming by later? Jin will cook for us! i think i can manage some cookies too, just don’t judge if they don’t taste as good as jin’s cooking...i swear he was a chef in a past life. You like chocolate chip?

You’d had brief text conversations each day since you met, nothing too crazy. Even so, you still can’t help but feel like your brain is freezing over, ceasing all functioning momentarily every time a text comes in from him. Margot is right, you just need to text him back already.

3:30 PM: Make it snickerdoodle and I’m there.

Jungkook immediately sends back a reply, overeagerly filled with emojis, their apartment address, and instructions to come over at 6. For a drummer in a rock band, he is surprisingly silly, kind, and warm. You’re not sure what you expected from him, but it wasn’t this.

The rest of the work day goes quickly, your mind preoccupied with what’s in store for you at the boys’ apartment. As soon as you and Margot step outside your office, her eyes are glued to her phone. “Hey, Margot...I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I just don’t know what this...thing...is with Jungkook, and I’m stressed. Not an excuse, but you didn’t deserve me being rude,” you say in a small voice.

“Girl, I forgave you like ten minutes after you said it, it’s whatever. Look at this!” She shoves her phone under your nose, and you examine what she’s trying to get you to look at. Pictures of food? You’re confused.

“What is it?” you ask. “Our dinner, silly! Jinnie’s making us pasta carbonara with homemade breadsticks!” Your mouth involuntarily starts watering at even the mention of food. Homemade bread? Jungkook must not have been kidding about Jin’s cooking.

“Look look look, your boyfriend is making us snickerdoodle cookies too-how sweet!” Margot gives you a sly smile, and you can immediately feel heat radiating off your cheeks.

“He’s not my boyfriend! He’s just-whatever! He’s not even interested in me like that, he hasn’t asked me out or anything. Not like someone I know,” you attempt to distract her by bringing up her date with Jin (it had literally happened the day after meeting him, and he’d set up a second one for the weekend-you couldn’t help but be impressed). Even though you’re flustered, you still can’t stop the warmth spreading through you. Yes, embarrassment. But also Jungkook was making snickerdoodle cookies like you asked.

“Boyfriend or not, we’re here!” Margot singsongs as you walk through the front doors of an apartment building, and step into an elevator, pressing the button for floor seven.

There’s a loud pinging sound as you step out, and Margot knocks on the door directly across from the elevator. You hear clanging sounds, alongside shuffling and male voices indistinctly talking. The door swings open to reveal Jin in a pink apron.

“Hey pretty girl,” his eyes light up when he sees Margot standing in the doorway, and he immediately bends down to kiss the top of her head. Margot is positively beaming, and looks up at him like he’s her entire world.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Oh hey, y/n,” Jin smiles warmly at you. “Jungkook’s excited to see you, he hasn’t stopped talking about you coming over since he started making those cookies.” Jin winks as your eyes grow wide.

“HYUNG!!” you hear Jungkook bellow from you assume the kitchen. As you all walk into the apartment, you can see him glaring at Jin.

“What? I’m just telling the truth, nothing wrong with that-right, Margot?”

“Right,” your best friend grins.

“Not you too, M. Why do I put up with this torture?” Jungkook pouts in your direction, blue strands of hair falling messily in his face. You can see he’s also wearing an apron, black-but with lots of flour stains.

You walk closer to the kitchen and lean on the counter that separates it from the living room. You may be nervous as ever, but maybe if you fake confidence, things will feel better.

“Oh, I dunno, maybe because he’s one of your best friends and bandmates? Because maybe it is the truth?” you grin cheekily.

Jungkook’s doe eyes go even wider than you thought possible, and it looks like he may drop the mixing bowl he has in his hands.

“Weren’t you excited I was coming over, Kook? I can leave if you want…” you step into the kitchen with him, reaching forward and gently pushing a loose strand of hair out of his face. You swear he leans into your touch, and it feels like electricity is coursing through your veins.

“I-I mean, of course I was! I invited you over, didn’t I? Of course I want you here.” Jungkook has a fierce blush creeping up his neck towards his face, and he looks like he wants to sink through the floor.

A deep chuckle resounds from the corner of the living room, and you turn around to see Yoongi smirking at the two of you from an armchair. “Can we eat now, please? As much as I love seeing the two of you absolutely not know how to function like normal human beings...I’m hungry.”

Jin uses this opportunity to sweep into the kitchen, grabbing his pasta off the stovetop and bringing it to the center of the dining room table. Margot brings the breadsticks over and places them down as well. You each take a seat, Yoongi sitting at one end of the table, Jin and Margot on one side, you and Jungkook on the other. Dinner unfolds in a relatively normal fashion, mostly silent because everyone is so hungry. Jungkook may have actually been underselling Jin’s cooking ability, because you’re not sure when the last time you had pasta this good was.

Just as you’re finishing up, the timer on the oven beeps, signaling that Jungkook’s cookies are done. He hops up out of his seat to grab the pan out of the oven. A few seconds later, you hear a loud expletive and a metallic clang. “Kook?” you call, already walking towards the kitchen. As you round the corner, you see him holding his hand under the faucet, water streaming over what looks like a nasty burn.

“Kook!” you exclaim, swiftly moving towards him, peeking around him to see the injury. “What happened?”

Jungkook turns around, seemingly just noticing your presence. He gives you a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing. The pan started slipping out of my hand, so I went to grab it with my other hand to steady it. I just happened to forget I was only wearing one oven mitt.” He forlornly looks behind the two of you. You follow his gaze to see that most of the cookies have fallen on the floor, save for three. “I just wanted the cookies to be perfect.” His lower lip juts out as he begins to pout, staring at the cookies littering the floor.

“Jungkook, look at me.” His eyes raise from the floor to your own. “The fact that you even made any cookies at all is very sweet-pun intended. It’s the effort that counts. That, and making sure you don’t have permanent burn damage.” You reach out for his wrist and delicately turn his hand to look at it. It’s angry looking, but you can tell it will heal pretty easily (you may have suffered several cookie-related burns yourself in your day). “Just make sure you put ointment on this a couple times a day for about a week, and you should be fine.” You shoot him a soft smile, which he returns.

“What are you, a doctor?” he asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you reply, grinning widely.

“Yah, why do you have to be so difficult? Here I am, trying to be nice, trying to get to know you more, and this is what I get in return,” he gripes, but there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hmm...I dunno, Kook. I think you like it when I’m contrarian,” you giggle, turning to leave the kitchen. Before you can move through the door frame, Jungkook moves in front of you. You look up at him confused. He leans in close, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers.

“...maybe I do. But next time I see you, you should actually wear the shirt I gave you.”

He winks, leaves the kitchen, and leaves you to wonder what the heck just happened.

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Your sporadic texts with Jungkook have turned into one long, continuous conversation over the past few weeks. It feels like you talk about everything, but also nothing. He remains somewhat a mystery, though you know this is because you’re still keeping him at arm’s length.

Jungkook is too good for you, you’ve decided. He’s cute, funny, charming, and talented. Everyone is in love with him for good reason. Every time he makes eye contact with you, his smile lights up his entire face. That smile has you falling faster than you’d like, and it isn’t a pleasant feeling. A cloudlike floating down to Earth? Try hurtling through the atmosphere like an asteroid determined to destroy the planet. You haven’t hit the ground yet, but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to properly recover once you do.

Kook

4:23 PM: Come with me to the beach this weekend! You need a break from work, and i need a break from the morons i live with...don’t tell them i said that. I need to work on song stuff too, but i’d like some company :)

Your chest constricts at his latest message. Is this a date? He hasn’t asked you on one before, but this feels suspiciously date-esque. But he’s working on band stuff, so maybe he really just wants company. You shoot off a quick text in the affirmative before you can think much harder about it. Jungkook immediately sends back a slew of emojis, as well as telling you he’ll pick you up at 8AM on Saturday to drive the two of you down to the coast.

The next two days go by in a blur. Before you know it, you’re standing in front of your closet Saturday morning, wondering what to wear on your not-date. It’s not quite summer yet, so you know the two of you aren’t wearing bathing suits (not to mention that would have been a whole other crisis to work through-being half naked in front of a very attractive man on a maybe-date? Absolutely not). You quickly put on a pair of jean shorts, and smile as you grab their band tee and slide it over your head. You still hadn’t worn it in front of Jungkook. You finish off with french tucking the shirt, sliding on sandals and wearing a simple gold necklace with your first initial on it-you didn’t want to be too fancy.

You make yourself a cup of tea to pass time waiting for Jungkook to arrive. Halfway through drinking it, there’s a knock on the door. You hastily place your mug on the coffee table, grab your bag, and open the door to find Jungkook leaning against the doorframe.

He lights up upon seeing you, his doe eyes widening when he notices your outfit. “You’re finally wearing it! I thought I was gonna have to bribe you or something,” he smiles.

“Let’s go, dork,” you reply, shutting your door behind you and making sure it’s locked.

Jungkook leads you outside to his car, opening the door for you. “After you, m’lady.” You roll your eyes, but not without laughing at his antics. He slides into the driver’s side and starts the car. “Off we go!”

The car ride is comfortably silent-probably because it’s still early in the morning, neither of you are completely coherent yet. The hum of the road beneath the car combined with the radio playing in the background puts you at ease. You can swear you keep seeing Jungkook look at you from your peripheral vision, but maybe you’re imagining things. You settle for looking out the window at the passing scenery, which honestly is beautiful-you should get out of the city more.

After about 10 minutes, you glance over to the driver’s side, only to make complete eye contact with Jungkook. “Kook, why do you keep looking at me?” His eyes widen, and now you know you weren’t imagining things earlier.

“Oh, uh...I-I’m just glad you decided to come. Yeah. And um, you look really good in my shirt.” You can see his ears reddening as he says this, and all of a sudden, you’re looking at anywhere but him.

There’s an awkward pause for a few moments, and then suddenly that molten lava feeling from a few weeks ago at the concert is back. You whip your head back towards Jungkook so fast, you think you might injure your neck. He has reached his hand across the console to where yours sits on your thigh, and as you watch, he intertwines your fingers with his. It feels like an out-of-body experience, where you’re watching yourself from above. Is this really happening? You glance up at Jungkook’s face with wild eyes, and he meets you with a steady smile. Not only is the molten lava feeling back, but it’s brought along the storm in the ocean feeling as well. Only this time, Jungkook is there to be the lighthouse that leads you back home.

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The rest of the drive is peaceful. Jungkook continues to hold your hand the rest of the way to the beach, shooting you smiles every time you look over at him. You’re so mesmerized, you don’t even realize that you’ve parked until he lets go.

He immediately rushes over to open your door after getting out of the car, and then proceeds to pop the trunk open and grabs a cooler and a picnic basket.

“Kook, what is all this?” your eyes widen in surprise.

“Please, like I was going to take you to the beach and not pack a picnic. We have to eat, don’t we? I got those weird sparkling waters you like too.”

Your response is to grab the picnic basket out of his hand and immediately intertwine your fingers again with his free hand. Jungkook looks like his face might split in half with how big his smile is.

“You like it?” he asks with a hint of uncertainty.

“I love it.”

The two of you walk hand in hand down the beach quite a ways before you find what Jungkook deems the ‘perfect spot’. “And what exactly makes it perfect?” you peer up at him.

“Easy-one, we’re snagging the last free shaded spot,” he points at the umbrella stuck in the sand, “and two-it’s far enough away from other people that I can work on songs without a ton of noise distracting me.”

“Are you sure I won’t distract you?” you frown slightly, worried that he won’t get any work done.

“You’re never a distraction, you’re an inspiration.” He winks conspiratorially at you, and chuckles at the flustered look on your face. He sets the cooler down under the umbrella and looks over at you. “There’s a blanket in the picnic basket, can you get it out? As much as I love the beach, I don’t really want to find sand in my shorts for the next month.”

You set the basket down next to the cooler, open the lid, and pull out a bright blue blanket. Jungkook takes one side, you take the other, and you unfold it and place it lightly on the sand. He immediately plops down on one side of the blanket and reaches his hand up toward you, motioning for you to take hold. As soon as you do, he yanks a little too hard, and you careen sideways onto the blanket and into his side. “Well, that’s one way to sit down I guess,” you laugh at his appalled face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to pull that hard…” his brow furrows in worry.

“I’m good, weirdo. Great, even.” You reach into the cooler, pull out a sparkling water (key lime, your favorite), and pull the book you always keep in your bag out. You lay out on the blanket, propped up on your elbows, and begin to read. Jungkook lays down beside you in a similar position, pulling a small notebook out of his back pocket and starts scribbling.

You sit in this position for a couple of hours, silently working, occasionally catching each others’ eyes and smiling when you do. Suddenly there’s a loud rumbling beside you. You laugh. “Hungry, Kook?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughs, sits up and reaches over to pull the picnic basket closer to the two of you.

“What’s on the menu?” you peer over as he starts to pull plastic containers out.

“Gimbap. Simple, easy, and delicious.” He hands you one of the containers as he pulls out a second for himself.

“Did you make this yourself?” you ask, mouth half-full. He nods. “Delicious,” you concede through your mouthful. He grins.

“Maybe I could actually cook for you sometime. Without burning my hand on cookies, that is.”

“I’d like that,” you shyly respond, eyes firmly locked on the plastic container of gimbap in your lap.

“It’s a date, then.” Your eyes shoot up to meet his, and you can see dimples forming alongside his smile. You can’t help but smile back.

After eating, the two of you go back to your previous positions-you reading, him working on song lyrics in his notebook. This time, though, after about 30 minutes you start to get restless. Looking over at Jungkook, you notice he keeps shoving his hair behind his ears as it falls in his face while he’s writing. You rummage through your bag for a hair tie, and scoot over closer to him. He raises an eyebrow in curiosity at you, and you just lean over and gently start pulling his hair back for him into a half bun that matches the way his hair looked the night you first met.

“Better?” you ask quietly, running your fingers absentmindedly through the hair at the nape of his neck that’s too short for the bun. He looks up at you, awestruck.

“Everything is better with you,” he whispers. You’re not sure if he knows he’s said this out loud. He suddenly sits up on the blanket, flipping through the pages of his notebook he’s been working in. He stops about halfway through. “Can you look over these lyrics? I’m not sure they’re quite right, I need a second opinion.”

You look down at the page and see lyrics scribbled in Jungkook’s messy handwriting.

“I wish you were right here, right now”

“This mad, mad love makes you come running”

“See your face, hear my voice in the dark”

Different versions of these lyrics are scattered across the page, certain words changed, scribbled out, and moved around within phrases. As your eyes scan the page, they land on one final line etched out on the bottom of the page. No scribbles, no changes-it simply reads:

“I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live.”

“This is really good, Kook! It’s so much different than the music the band’s done before, how’d you come up with this?” You’re genuinely curious, this almost seems more like a ballad compared to the band’s usual upbeat tunes.

Jungkook looks at you warmly. “I’ve had new inspiration lately, that’s all.” You suddenly notice that he’s way closer to you than he was when you started looking over his notes...he’s sitting directly in front of you now.

You feel frozen as you see him stealing glances at your lips while his face inches closer. Is he going to kiss you? He’s going to kiss you. Oh my gosh, JUNGKOOK IS GOING TO KISS YOU.

As his lips meet your own, the molten lava turns into an erupting volcano. You feel hot and tingly all over, and Jungkook is assaulting your senses in every way possible. You can smell his cologne, feel the softness of his lips, taste his mint chapstick, hear the satisfied hum that gets caught in his throat as your lips collide. Even though your eyes are closed, the vision of Jungkook leaning in to kiss you is seared into the backs of your eyelids.

The kiss is over far sooner than you’d like. As Jungkook retreats, he doesn’t go far, instead leaning his forehead against yours, gazing at you longingly. The stars in his eyes have become a full blown galaxy, and you can’t look away. Still recovering from the kiss, Jungkook breathily laughs.

“You make me want to write all the love songs in the world.”

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Margot is tugging insistently on your arm. “Hello? HELLO? Is there anyone in there?” she taps the side of your head. When you don’t respond, she grabs you by both shoulders and gives you a shake.

The room comes back into focus and you look over at your best friend with eyes still lightly glazed over. “Huh?”

“I said, it’s intermission...are you enjoying the show? You certainly seemed distracted by Jungkook-I saw him smile at you,” she grins. “Jin made eye contact with me a couple of times, he even winked!” she gushes, continuing to talk about how hot she thinks he is.

Your stomach feels like it’s dropped completely out of your body, and your throat has gone dry.

“Hey...you okay?” Margot notices that you still seem slightly out of it.

“Yeah, yeah...I just...need another drink, that’s all,” you manage to choke out, turning on your heel and heading straight to the bar. While the bartender works on your drink, you run through everything in your head. The texts...the dinner at the boys’ apartment...the beach. The kiss. None of it was real, was it? What was wrong with you?

You take the drink that’s slid across to you and head outside to a side alley beside the bar. No one’s there, everyone has gone to the bathroom or to refill their drinks while waiting on the band to return. You let out a deep sigh, leaning against the brick wall and running your hands through your hair, making it even frizzier than when the night started. At least it isn’t raining anymore, you think to yourself.

You return to the question Margot had asked you-are you okay? You’re not sure. You’d apparently made eye contact with Jungkook, a man you had never spoken to, and imagined a whole entire relationship with him in the span of half the band’s setlist. Are you that desperate for a man? Apparently. You let out a deep sigh, replaying the scenarios you had created in your head. Once your brain reaches the kiss again, you find yourself getting teary-eyed at how sweet Jungkook had been...in your head. You feel a tear escape, and you quickly swipe it away.

Taking a steadying breath, you push yourself off the wall and move towards the door to head back into the bar. As you reach for the handle, the door swings open and hits you in the shoulder, turning you slightly to the side and spilling your drink on your shirt and the cobblestones of the alley.

“...again?!” you mutter, looking down at your ruined shirt.

“Um...are you okay? I can go get you a new shirt to change into-wait here!” you hear a male’s voice, but as you look up, the bar door is already closing again as he’s gone inside.

A minute later, the door is swinging open again to reveal none other than Jungkook-hair in a half bun, eyeliner smudged, and in a white undershirt and ripped jeans. Just like in your imagination.

He reaches out to you with a black t-shirt in his hand. “Yoongi’s pissed because these aren’t even ready to be sold, but whatever. Just think of it as an exclusive sneak peek or something,” he parrots your imagined scenario you had played in your head moments ago.

“Thanks,” you say as you take the shirt, unfolding it to see the familiar graffiti design.

“It’s the least I could do for a pretty girl whose Eagles tee I ruined, don’t worry about it. Yoongi will get over it.” Jungkook smiles at you the same way he did during the first half of the show. One thing your brain got right are the stars in his eyes sparkling at you, which makes you smile back at him.

“Hey, I need to get back to make sure we’re ready for the second half of the show, but it was nice to meet you. You should hang back after the show-Jin thinks your friend is cute, and he was talking about inviting her to come grab food with us when we’re done. Yoongi can’t come and I don’t want to be a third wheel. Come hang out with us and save me from dying of awkwardness?” he looks at you shyly, his rock star persona melting away completely.

“I’ll think about it,” you tease, turning away and heading back into The Dynasty. Jungkook is left wide eyed in your wake, smiling as he turns to head towards the backstage door.

You meet up with Margot again after changing into your new shirt. The crowd has started to gather in anticipation of the second half of the show. “Hey Mar, let’s move all the way up,” you motion at the space in front of the stage.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?” Margot gapes at you in disbelief, but follows your lead as you weave through the crowd to get to front stage center. You shrug goodnaturedly and just smile as an answer.

A moment later, Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook come from backstage to get in place for the second half of their set. You can see Jungkook scanning the crowd, brows slightly furrowed. You give a small wave, which catches his attention, and his nose scrunches in a smile as he sends an enthusiastic wave back. ‘I like your shirt’ he mouths at you as he settles behind his drum kit, winking as he does so. You can feel the heat creeping onto your cheeks as a bar employee strides across the stage to the mic and the crowd starts cheering.

“Give it up again for Gold Rush!”

#jungkook x reader #jk x reader #jk x y/n #jungkook x y/n #jin x oc #seokjin x oc #bts fluff #bts angst #bts one shot #bts rock band au #jungkook oneshot

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ezamevolni · 2 years ago

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Jungkook's visitor

Young, talented and rich, yet he insists on staying in a haunted house?

Is it human or is it a spector?

There's a second presence that keeps making itself known throughout Jungkook's birthday live. It's almost like an episode of Ghost Hunters.

If you don't believe me, just watch his live replay on Weverse.

For one instance, at around the 20 min mark in his first broadcast, there's a light noise that sounds like a sliding door being closed. Earlier when Jin was yelling I love yous and happy birthdays and goodbyes, the sound of a sliding door opening and slamming shut could be heard. And again when he came back inside to retrieve his hat and mask. It sounded like someone entered the room through the same way that Jin exited.

And 2 minutes after this noise was heard, the air con turned itself off?? Jk seemed surprised by it too, speaking to the appliance as if it were human. "Why did you turn yourself off?" Maybe he set a timer on the air con? But why did he seem that surprised and even went to turn it back on again some time later? A question for the ages

The mysterious crinkling sounds that doesn't match up at all with Jk holding the concept book:

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Who is making those noises??!! 😱

Then again there might be nothing to worry about.

It looks like Jk is acquainted with the visitor. Because at the end of his live, he leaned to one side and looked somewhere to the right (since the video is mirrored) and above the phone, smiling at someone (?)

His line of vision is clearly looking at a person to the right and behind the lens. Sneaky kid, leaning in the opposite direction so the movement of his eyes wouldn't be obvious.

Jk couldn't have been looking at the controls on the phone or the screen - he looked down to end broadcast. Just look at his line of vision going from at the phone screen, to his right, and then back to the phone:

So he knows the visitor...

My bet is on Jin. 🙂 I mean, he was there in the beginning of the live and now I've watched the whole live and the new Chuseok live, things are clearer.

Let's do some deducing:

Drunk Jin in Jk's house said he didn't have Jk's phone number, and sober Jin also said the same thing again on the Chuseok live. I don't think he was lying about this, he reasonably explained it was because Jk changed his number too frequently and he didn't think it was necessary to save it. Understandably, if someone changed their number frequently and would tell me their next new number anyway, I probably wouldn't save it.

So then there could've been 2 scenarios: Jin didn't contact Jk and went straight over to his house, or he called/texted through an app before going. During the Chuseok live, Jin explained that initially he didn't plan on giving Jk any shiny muscat since it wasn't possible without Jk's phone number/contact method (? tbh his logic here doesn't make any sense to me. He successfully gave Jk the grapes by going to his house no?). From this, I garner that he got drunk and went straight over to Jk's house without telling him, planning on eating the shiny muscat together 😏

Jk also didn't seem like he accounted for Jin being there when he turned the live broadcast on. Jin must've just reached his place not long ago, he revealed the late timing when he left for Jk's - he couldn't get a cake because all the shops were closed. From the two of them pushing and pulling, Jin telling Jk to not mind him when he 'decorated' the cake, within a short moment of being on camera Jin teased Jk if he should leave... everything just points to them knowing the live wasn't preplanned including them both. In fact, if Jin wasn't so drunk he probably wouldn't have showed up on camera at all. He might've stayed a ghost from start to finish.

As to Jin being there behind the camera for the rest of Jk's live after he 'left'... All the paranormal activities and little sounds aside, the only instance of why a person would so loudly and so brazenly be opening a plastic bag (highly likely the other shiny muscat bag in the box he took, I'll explain) that close to the recording device would be if his awareness level and soberness level are gone~gone. Jk was just holding onto the concept book, yet the crinkling sound was like someone crumpling and tearing apart a plastic bag. There was no way Jk was alone in that kitchen/living room. Like a puppet king, Jk obediently started taking off the plastic cover of the photobook to try and cover up for the sounds and when he had finished, you could still hear little bits of plastic being moved around... Jin was really drunk. Zero self-awareness.

For how I'm certain that Jin was opening the bag of shiny muscat at that time: he didn't actually leave with the fruits nor did he give it to another member. For one thing, Jin brought both bunches over to Jk's house in his intoxicated state, and he started rambling about Jk being a celebrity, his share was reserved, it was initially meant for another member, someone was going to get less etc. For another thing, Jin was genuinely surprised that Tae got his share during the Chuseok live, he first looked over at Tae with a guilty look and Tae even snorted when they made eye contact. Then he started telling the story... Jin was explaining because he really thought he gave V's share away to Jk. (BTW I guess Jin doesn't look at insta because V posted on his story when he got the shiny muscat)

And then this circles back to the part about Jin's story (not planning on giving Jk shiny muscat because he didn't have Jk's number) that makes zero sense...

Tae was confused for a second when he heard Jin gave away his share, asking who gave him the fruits then? Jin asked V if he got it through the company and V answered yes. Then Jin said, it's from me. Um so, even without contacting V from start to finish, Jin had planned on giving him shiny muscat and was able to do so through the company? Then why couldn't he apply the same logic to Jk? Instead, he chose to crash Jk's place late at night with the fruits, no warning whatsoever, drunk, tearing a bag apart during the birthday boy's live and eating them himself...

BTW, with Jhope and V's ig stories, both seemed to have gotten just 1 bag of shiny muscat. It's almost as if Jin had been lying from the start about 'not planning on giving Jk any'. Bringing over 2 bags then retracting one bag saying it's another member's? BS. Left Jk's place in that drunken state? BS. The 'protocol team' waiting outside? BS. When the two of them were rambling and bickering... Jk went 'they're waiting outside' and Jin couldn't even play along with Jk's lie because you could tell his response 'who?' was very sincere 😂

Lastly from their convo on Chuseok live, Jin had clearly given out shiny muscat to everyone and had the 2 bags he showed up with to Jk's place. So that's at least 7 bags total. Jk didn't have a share? Gave someone's share away? Ok Jin, let's all pretend like you didn't lie and didn't bring over yours and Jk's shares to eat together at his place, late at night on his birthday. Sure, sure.

And so no wonder Jin 'left' telling Jk to broadcast like a pro. And again on Weverse, to broadcast like a pro... Like a pro, pretend like nothing weird is happening and keep the live going.

Jk also seemed very unfazed from beginning to end.

It's like this had happened before

Edit: Compare Jin opening the bag of shiny muscat before washing them, and the rustling noises made while Jk was holding his concept book. Same plastic. One is softer since Jin opened it further away, standing out of frame, the other noise much louder since it was probably very near the microphone port on the phone...

Overall, Jk wouldn't have let Jin leave on his own that drunk. He just wanted to divert Jin away for a while and not let fans think Jin slept over. This wouldn't have much to do with their relationship status if not for the fact that they tried to keep things hush hush. Because frankly most fans probably wouldn't care that Jk let Jin sleep over, most would justify it as Jk being a good friend/brother. Yet they cared so much about keeping it a secret. That's the part that gets me...

#jinkook #kookjin #like a pro

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we-have-bangtan · 4 years ago

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Random One-shot.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Theme: Angst, fluff, pain.

Warning: mentions of alcohol and swear words.

A/n: pls imagine long hair Jungkook from winter package 2021.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” Jungkook yelled in his drunk stupor. His eyes looking up to the sky from the large rock he was standing on, he wanted an answer, he was tired of this.

"WHY AM I NOT A PRINCESS???" He yelled again when someone yelled at him. "Jesus Christ, can you not shut up, dumbass' like you don't get to be princesses!" a female voice snapped

"GOD??" he asked, terrified, he wasn't sure if he was ready to meet God yet, he was still so young and dumb, a sinner who hadn't done a single act of redemption yet.

"No you idiot, look down here!" the voice said again, this time much closer, Jungkook looked down as instructed to see Yn looking up at him from the foot of the rock, "You!!!" he yelled, jumping off the rock in an attempt to look cool only to stumble and fall to the ground.

"Aish what a loser!" she playfully sneered as she reached out to help him up, "You didn't get hurt, did you?" she asked, taking his hand as pulling him along with her.

"Why did you come here?" he asked, stumbling after her to where ever she was taking him, he didn't care where she was taking him, he was just happy that she was with him. "Why? am I not supposed to be here?" she demanded watching in amusement as Jungkook tried to correct himself.

"Could you not be nicer to me? I'm going through a tough time here" he groaned, putting all his body weight on her as she dragged him to his car.

"You're facing the consequences of your actions Koo, you bought these tough times upon your self" she mumbles softly, resting him against the car door before patting his pants.

"Yah, Yn! you're hot and all but not my type, this is harassment!" he yelled, hiccuping between each word. "Shut up and stay still, I'm trying to find your keys" she huffed as she finally pulled his keys out of his back pocket.

She successfully shoved him into the passenger seat before heading to the other side, "Here have some water" she said, opening the bottle of water he always kept in his car. He obeyed quietly, his eyes growing wider as he put his lips to the mouth of the bottle, taking a few sips. Her cooing and praise motivating him to finish the whole bottle.

He rested his head on her shoulder as she rived up the engine, she didn't seem to mind the weight of his head, calmly changing gears as they went down Namsan mountain. "How did you get here?" he asked, already half asleep. "Yoongi gave me a ride" she answered as she pulled up on the main road which was quite crowded for 1:00 a.m.

"Why did you come to get me? I've been horrible to you" he asked feeling a pang in his chest remembering all that he had done to her, to sweet, sweet Ynnie who never saw wrong in anyone.

"You weren't horrible Gukkie, you were just hurt, you didn't hurt me or anything" she said, her eyes on the road, she refused to look at him as he spoke.

"Stop saying that, I put too much effort into hurting you for you to say that" he whined as un-shed tears pooled in his eyes, she laughed at his words, it was true.

He had gone out of his way to hurt her one too many times, and it had hurt like a gun shot right through her chest, but she was okay now, she was doing fine and had forgiven this brat a long time ago, but he didn't seem to be able to forgive himself for the pain he had caused her.

"Go to sleep Jungkook-ah, I'm here with you, just sleep, I'll wake you up once we get home." she mumbled softly, her words giving Jungkook the green light to fall asleep.

Jungkook felt like he was seeing God when he woke up, a blinding light in his eyes, but blinking a few times proved to him that that was not the case. It wasn't God, just his bedroom curtain being drawn away and the sun shining in.

He groaned as he realized where he was, 'was it all a dream?' he thought as he pulled himself off his bed, his head felt like it had been bombed with a M67 grenade, an unpleasant taste settling in his mouth from all the alcohol last night only to realize that he was in the same clothes he had been wearing yesterday.

He really wished last night hadn't been a dream, that Yn had actually come to get him from Namsan mountain. It had been their spot before they had stopped going there due to the amount of drunkards who went there to drink and left beer bottles everywhere.

He never would have thought he'd join that category but his actions last night made him ashamed of himself.

A shower was up next, the scalding water hitting his skin made him hiss, but he refused to wait till the water cooled down, his mind stopped thinking for a while as he showered.

The thoughts flooding back once he got back, pulling on a t-shirt as he went into the living room.

"So you're awake!" Namjoon yelled when he saw Jungkook emerge from his room. "My head is killing me!" Jungkook groaned as he headed to the fridge, "Yn left a note and something else for you, it's on the kitchen counter" Jin yelled from his place on the couch.

Yn's sticky note stuck to a lunchbox which laid on the counter, he wiped his hair with a towel as he grabbed a bottle of cold water, going to read the note,

Jungkookie,

Please drink moderately from now on, being an alcoholic is so not cool and don't drink in public, you'll get arrested.

I know you're going through a tough time so I made kookies for you, enjoy them to the fullest and please try to get the closure that you deserve. Don't coop yourself up in your room, you're starting to get too pale.

Please be careful, tell the boys I love them <3.

Yn.

'tell the boys I love them', Jungkook read the same line over and over again, did this mean she didn't love him anymore? was he no longer existent to her?

He didn't know what that line meant, but it made him sad, sad that he wasn't part of the 'boys' that she was referring to, nope, he was no long one of her 'boys', she was someone who he'd never be able to face again.

A pang went through his chest as reality settled in once again. He had no redemption from this, no one should forgive him for the things he had done to her, not even him.

"Did you see her when she left?" he asked as he picked up the lunchbox, seeing the perfectly made kookies inside, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked down at them, kookies were Yn's version of dasik, a traditional Korean cookie that she made often.

Nostalgia hit him like a truck as he picked up the fragile dessert, the smell of sesame seeds bringing back memories of the two of them in her parents' kitchen, him teasing her while she toiled away at the counter, grinding, kneading and pressing.

He didn't help because she always yelled at him for making a mess but oh, the things he'd do to get her to yell at him again, even if it was for just one more time.

"Yn made dasik????" Jimin said, peering at the delicacy, Jungkook quickly wiped away his tears, trying to seem strong, he didn't want his hyungs seeing him cry over sweets.

Jimin's words had caught the attention of everyone else, making them all whine, "How come he gets sweets and I get nothing!!" Jin huffed as he pulled his phone out to dial Yn's number, a number Jungkook didn't have anymore.

"Yah, Jungkookie, sharing is caring you know" Namjoon said as he got up from his place when Yoongi stopped him, he knew how much the cookies meant to Jungkook now that he and Yn were no longer the same that they used to be.

Jungkook quietly walked back to his room with the box and water bottle, plopping down on the floor so he could lean his back against the bed, he opened the box again.

He picked one delicate kookie up, she had named it after him when things had still been fine, no, not fine, when things had been wonderful. He never thought these cookies would mean so much to him.

The tears that he had controlled so carefully in the kitchen flowed free as the memories flooded his mind, every memory of Yn fitting like the beautiful stained glass windows of churches, he rushed to pull out his phone, scrolling through the bin in search of pictures of the two of them.

He didn't know why Yn's presence had affected him so much, but it had affected him in a way no break up could. It had been an year since he and Yn had gone off the deep end, cutting off contact with each other. Jungkook had gone the extra mile to delete all the pictures he had of Yn and to make her life as horrible as he could.

He couldn't blame it on his, now, ex-girlfriend Minjoon who had encouraged him to cut her out, all he could do was blame himself for it, he had no reason for being like that, no excuse to make himself feel better, he never thought Yn leaving his life would be more painful than Minjoon leaving.

Fuck, he had never though Yn would leave his life, if someone had told that to 19 year old Jungkook, he would have laughed in their face. But now, here he was, crying over Yn's kookies and her photos.

He had been a terrible friend and he'd never forgive himself for it, he had done unmentionable things that had ripped Yn from him despite her trying to hold on for so long.

His tears turned into sobs as he remembered all the times she had just taken his abuse without a word while the rest of the boys had yelled at him.

He was a fool for choosing Minjoon over her, when he had broken up with Minjoon the day before yesterday, he hadn't been sad that they had broken up, he was sad that he had let go of Yn, that he had lost hold of the one constant in his life.

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Namjoon pressed his ear to the door, hoping to hear something, anything, that would indicate Jungkook was still alive in there. It had been 3 days since he had locked himself in, only coming out at the dead of night to grab more booze before going back inside.

He felt Jungkook deserved ever inch of pain he was going through for everything he had done to Yn, Namjoon pitied him, the kid was still young, supposed to be carefree and making merry, but here he was, drinking his life away.

While Namjoon definitely wouldn't mind leave Jungkook alone to get over it himself, he couldn't let the kid just die in there.

Jungkook jerked awake when a bucket of water was splashed on his face, his head and neck aching at the sudden movement, "What??" he thought as he looked around, empty bottles of alcohol scattered around his room.

He didn't think as he laid back down in the puddle of water, ready to go back to sleep when a sharp pain shot through his body, starting from his leg, he immediately jerked up again, his gaze on the chunky pair of shoes that had just caused him pain.

"I TOLD YOU TO DRINK MODERATELY" a voice yelled as his eyes traveled above the shoes till his eyes met Yn's dark ones, he didn't know what to do or say now that he was face to face with him.

"You need to get over Minjoon, she was a hoe for breaking your heart, but that doesn't mean you become an alcoholic, now go take a shower, you smell of garbage" she said, pulling Jungkook onto his feet. He swayed a little letting the words sink in.

"You think I'm this upset because of Minjoon?" he asked when his brain finally started working again, "Ummm... are you not?" she asked, seeming surprised at the revelation.

"No, I'm not" he said, stepping closer to her, quickly stopping when he saw her move away, "Go shower Jungkook, we'll talk once you've eaten something" she said softly, her concern for him evident in her tone.

He quietly left, heading to the bathroom, praying that she'd still be there by the time he came back. He washed his hair and body as quickly as possible, clumsily dropping the bottle of shampoo and bar of soap in the process.

He stepped out to a somewhat clean room, the puddle of water was gone, but the bottles remained the way they were before, he quickly gathered them up, using his foot to swing the door open as he head into the living room.

He saw Yn and Jimin chilling on the couch, giggling over something on Jimin's phone, oblivious to his presence. He loudly dropped the cans and bottles into the trash making the two of them turn towards him.

"All clean?" Yn asked, craning her neck so she could see him clearly. He nodded, he had freshened up although his hair was still wet. She beckoned him over to the couch, shoving Jimin out of his place next to her (it made him whine but he left eventually) .

A bowl of steaming hot ramyeon sat on the coffee table, the serving was enough for two people and Jungkook assumed it was both for him and Yn. She turned onto her side, facing him as he sat on the couch, he did the same, pulling his feet up and crossing them as she stared at him with a smile.

She picked up the bowl of ramyeon, handing it to him, "Eat." she demanded, giving him a pair of chopsticks as well. "Are you not eating?" he asked, digging his chopsticks in, "You haven't eaten in three days, Jungkook, you need to eat" she answered as he slurped the noodles, "this is good!!" he exclaimed.

Yn almost drooled at the noises he made while eating, her mouth watering at the thought of exactly how good that ramyeon was, "you want some?" Jungkook asked as he pulled up a piece of chicken from inside, hovering it within the reach of her mouth.

Yn gulped as she stared at the piece, no, no no, she should not, "go on, one bite" Jungkook tempted, his hand still infront of her mouth, "no? are you sure?" he teased, seeing right through her poker face.

Yn gave in when Jungkook made a huge show of pulling his chopsticks away, leaning forward and grabbing the piece of chicken with her mouth. "I'll go get you another pair of chopsticks" Jungkook aid as he got up, he felt better, maybe he and Yn would go back to how things were before.

He hopped back onto the couch, handing her the chopsticks. They passed the bowl back and forth, each of them taking a bite and passing it back. "Why did you come here anyway?" he asked as she slurped on the noodles.

"Why? should I not come?" she demanded as she passed the bowl back, he paused, looking up at her, "I just never thought you'd come back here after everything" he answered, taking a big bite before giving it back.

"want to order some jajangmeyoen? I don't think this ramen will be enough" he said, scrolling through his phone for the restaurant's phone number, Yn hummed in agreement as she passed the bowl back, "here order" he said, handing her his phone as he continued to eat.

"I came because Namjoon called me saying you drank yourself to death" she admitted as she dialed the number, ordering a variety of side dishes before hanging up.

"You were worried" he said, reframing the answer she gave, "I never stopped" she mumbled as she finished the last of the ramen in the bowl, the sauce getting on her upper lip as she drank the rest of the soup.

"Why did you care so much?" he mumbled as he pulled his long sleeve to wipe away the sauce o her face, like a parent tending to their messy child. "Because I love you" she huffed as she saw tears well up in Jungkook's eyes at her words.

She pulled him into her arms, holding him tight as he cried, 'poor Jungkook, he's been through so much' she thought as she hugged him tight, "I though you didn't love me anymore" he sobbed as he held on to her waist, refusing to let go.

"Aigoo, why did you think that, did I ever give you a reason to think that I don't love you anymore?" she coo'd, it was funny, how Jungkook was much bigger than she was in size, yet he tended to make himself as small as possible when she held him.

"But I hurt you so much, why would you still?" he sobbed, she held him tighter, letting him cry, "you were in love, I don't blame you, you didn't know any better" she assured, "That doesn't excuse everything I did" he mumbled.

It was true, it didn't excuse what he did but he was too precious for Yn to push away, he meant too much for her and she knew it wasn't totally Jungkook's fault that they had fallen apart in pieces.

She had put all her baggage on him, regardless of if he could carry it for her or not, it had been a key factor in driving him away. She had been too dependent on him, she basically revolved around him till they broke apart.

But Jungkook going away had made her better, more independent and more social. She stopped connecting comfort with Jungkook, he was not her comfort during those times, she had learnt to comfort herself, make herself happy.

During the time her and Jungkook had been fighting, her ego had flared up, she stopped trying with him, preferring to return the snarky attitude that he was giving her, his actions had hurt her pride but she was over it now, she had made peace with the past and with Jungkook's behavior.

She knew he was suffering and she hated seeing him like this, "don't cry, don't cry kook, it's okay, I'm fine, I'm over it" she mumbled as his sobs turned into silent tears.

She looked up to see Namjoon standing at the doorway, seeing awkward and uncomfortable. Yn gave him a small smile, he considered that as permission to sneak into his room quietly.

Jungkook's sobs turned into silent tears as he came to terms with reality, Yn was here with him again, she was the same, she didn't hate him, she still loved him the same. "Who the hell even told you that I don't love you anymore?" Yn demanded as she saw his tears subside, he just held on to her now, no more crying.

"You wrote 'tell the boys i love them' what else do you want me to think" he whined as buried his face in her neck, not wanting to see her eyes narrow at him, "yah, I didn’t write that note so you'd overthink and cry about it" she scolded as she squished his cheeks in her hand.

He pulled away, getting up to go drink some water, he just had the most satisfying cry of his life and he felt lighter, maybe it was the dehydration, he didn't know but he certainly felt lighter. His head was more clear than it had been in ages.

He was washing his face when the doorbell rang, "jajangmyeon!!" Yn exclaimed as she went to answer the door, taking the various boxes before grabbing his wallet, "where is your card?" She yelled as she dug through it. "Its on the desk in my room" he yelled back as he scrubbed the soap off.

He felt happy, hearing her shuffling around in the apartment after such a long time, it made him think that they could go back to how they were before. But for now, he was satisfied, happy, he'd take whatever she'd give him now. He had a lot of making up to do and he swore he'dtreat her better than he had. He'd make himself a better friend for her.

Even if they didn't become best friends right away, he swore he'd put in the effort and consideration to make himself deserving of her love again.

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