#I really didn’t think bighit would listen to us and give them all a break tbh

[fairyofshampgyu]

txt on a break !! 😭😭☹️☹️🤧

[krreader]

loving you is a losing game | the aftermath.

pairing: park jimin x sister!reader ; kim taehyung x actress!reader fandom: bts  warnings: actress!reader ; language genre: angst ; fluff word count: 4k+ previous: x

summary: all that jimin ever wanted to do was protect you. this time, however, he failed you and his best friend, taehyung.

a/n: I told y’all I wouldn’t let you wait this time haha. I’m super glad to see all your feedback though, all your messages were wonderful and I love you all <3

Jimin had left that night when you and Taehyung had broken up. He couldn't bear looking into his eyes, knowing that he caused all this hurt to both you and him.

But when he walked back into the apartment the next day, he quietly sat down next to Taehyung for the first time since he found out about you and him and found Taehyung smiling at him.

Despite that, Jimin could tell that it didn't reach his eyes.

Throughout the next weeks, their relationship got better again. Still, he caught Taehyung stare at his phone so often and whenever the message from that special someone didn't come, he put it down and closed his eyes, visibly disappointed and sad. Jimin never mentioned you to him in those weeks, not knowing how to even bring it all up, but Taehyung didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about you anyway.

Simultaneously, Jimin tried calling you multiple times, but was never able to get a hold of you.

It was only when his mother finally called and told him that you had come home that he decided to drive up to Busan in hopes of mending the relationship with you... if that was even possible at thit point.

You weren't there when he arrived though. 

“Where is she?” he asked his mother as soon as he stepped foot inside the house.

“I don’t know... she went out a few hours ago and hasn’t come back since,” his mother fidgeted with the kitchen towel in her hand, “I’m worried, Jimin.”

Jimin knew were you were. 

Where you always were when you were upset and couldn’t stand being at home.

It was only a 10 minute walk to a secluded area at the beach where him and you used to spend all your childhood at. You often knocked heads with the family and whenever you did, you came here to think. The only one that you ever told about this place was Jimin, the only one in the family that you always knew you could lean onto. 

Funny how times had changed.

And indeed, there you were, sitting in the sand, staring out at the beach, not moving a muscle when he sat down next to you.

That’s a good start, right?

Jimin tried to find the right thing to say, but he couldn't. Nothing made sense when it was all his fault, when he was simply too proud to see you and his best friend dating, thinking that it was somehow wrong.

But what was wrong was you and Taehyung feeling this way because of him. He had only seen Taehyung, but he saw how heartbroken he was. He could only imagine what you must feel like, as Taehyung was the one that broke up with you... for Jimin.

“I looked up to you my entire life, you know? Way before you became an idol, even. Every time someone would ask who I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered Park Jimin. People would laugh, but I didn't care, because you were my biggest hero. You were the one person that always made people happy, were always happy to bring smiles into people’s faces and where always there when I needed you. And I was always so proud to call you my brother,” you turned your head to look at him, him looking right back at you with wide eyes, “Now I wish I didn't even know you.”

“You don't mean that,” he said quietly, but his voice broke nonetheless. 

“I guess it doesn't really matter anymore.”

“It does,” Jimin instantly grabbed your hands, “Please, listen to me. Let me explain why..-”

“BigHit was very kind and introduced me to someone from Marvel. They offered me a role in their newest movie,” you interrupted him mid-sentence.

BigHit? Jimin was taken aback at first, but then his blood instantly started to boil, knowing damn well they did that because they wanted you to leave for Jimin and Taehyung to mend their relationship, even if it meant further breaking that of him and you.

They couldn’t care less about your relationship with Jimin.

“I'm leaving next week and if things go well, I might stay. Being a Hollywood actress surely isn't so bad.”

“(Y/N), listen to me,” he shook his head to get BigHit out of his thoughts, “I just want you to..-”

“No, Jimin,” you got up, him instantly doing the same, “I don't think you realize just how much I meant what I said before.”

“But we're family! Stop saying these things, they don't make sense,” Jimin was a very emotional person. He couldn’t hold back his tears when he realized you were slipping out of his grasp fast. You were still staying strong though, “You're my baby sister. The one I'm always supposed to protect, the one that I can't lose...”

You gulped down hard, knowing the impact of what you said next, “You already have.”

You walked away after that, not being able to see the dispair in his eyes, before he slowly crumbled and started sobbing.

And even though you wanted to be cold, when you walked away, a few tears escaped your eyes, knowing that you just lost the love of your life and brother in a matter of weeks. 

But that was ultimately the reason why you had to leave. The loss of such important people, where everything reminded you of both, you wouldn’t be able to function anymore. So you decided that leaving was the best option.

Your mother must have known about this beforehand, because when Jimin walked back into the house, she instantly opened up her arms for him, her son cradling against her chest and crying into it like he was a young boy again.

“It’s going to be okay... she’ll forgive you,” she whispered into his hair, gently rubbing over his back, “Just give her time. Time and space is what she needs most right now.”

He knew that she was right, but not doing anything and just letting you leave was so fucking hard for him. He ended up staying at his parents the entire week, not knowing what to do with himself otherwise.

And it was only when he came home a week later and you had already left for the US, that he looked right into Taehyung’s eyes and knew he had to be the one to tell him that you were gone.

“Hollywood,” he repeated, a small smile spreading on his face. Jimin couldn’t see his eyes, but he assumed that it didn’t reach them, “She always dreamt of that.”

“Yeah... she did,” Jimin gulped down hard and continued to stare at Taehyung, because he could tell that he wouldn’t hold out for much longer.

And indeed, within seconds, he started sobbing, so hard, that Jimin instantly pulled him into his arms and tried to calm his shaking body best friend down.

And once again, all that Jimin could think was: this is all my fault. I destroyed their lives... their future.

In all these months that you were gone, Jimin didn't give up, even if his mother told him that it was no use. He kept trying to text and call, not caring that you never responded. The only way he could see was through promotional photos from set, through interviews and the only way to really know what was going on with you was when his mother told him about it. 

With each and every day you slipped more and more away from him, until one day he realized that he completely lost you, yet Taehyung was right at his side, holding his hand at a concert and smiling at him, showing him that he was still here... because he chose him.

Taehyung chose him over you.

And as Jimin was looking into his best friend’s eyes, filled with tears, Taehyung instantly knew what he was thinking about... or rather who. 

Not wanting ARMY to catch on, Taehyung pulled him into his arms and held onto him firmly.

“It's my fault,” he whispered into his ear, “We lost her... because of me.”

And unfortunately, he was right.

That night, Jimin and Taehyung sat down together on their balcony at home and talked about the entire thing for the first time... ever.

“How did it start?” Jimin asked.

Taehyung was hesitant at first, but then he started pouring his heart out, seemingly happy that he was finally able to share this story with someone, “It was when we had a concert here years ago. She came to watch it and I was having a really bad day. I locked myself in a room and just cried... or at least I thought I locked the door. She walked in on me having that mental breakdown. And you know her... she worried like crazy,” he let out a laugh, “She always worried about me. Right from the start.”

“She got that from our mom,” he said with a small smile.

“She stayed with me that day until I stopped crying, held my hand and told me that things would get better again. And the next day, she texted me this entire paragraph about how good I was doing and how proud she was, not just of me, but of the band. I felt... really bad about her worrying so much over me, so I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me. She agreed, but then we couldn't agree on a restaurant and ended up eating Ramen at the Han. We talked all night long... just talked...”

Jimin listened tentatively, but his eyes became sadder within each second again, especially when he saw how much this still affected Taehyung. The more he talked about you, the more his eyes lit up, but then that flame quickly disappeared again when he realized this was all in the past.

“We did that once a week, then. Just meeting up to talk. We did nothing else for four months. And then one day I looked at her and I realized that I had fallen for her... without me even having noticed it. It just hit me right in the face. Like... wow. I really love that girl, you know?”

“Did you tell her?”

“Couldn't. I felt really bad for even having these feelings. Because... you know,” he looked at Jimin, but he didn't say that it was because of him, “I hid it for months until she called me one night, completely drunk and asked me to pick her up. I did, drove her home, got her into bed and that's when she began crying, poured her heart out and told me that she had fallen in love with me, but hated herself for it, because she knew that loving me would hurt you. And she couldn't hurt you, not when you meant the world to her.”

Great, he thought this couldn't get any worse.

“We put the cards out on the table a week later and realized that we only had two options. End it before it even began or try and keep it a secret so that you wouldn't get affected by it. We picked the second option and promised to not tell you until we warmed you up to the idea. But... that obviously hadn’t worked out.”

Jimin gulped down his drink in one go, swirled it around in his mouth for a moment, then quietly said after a moment: “Why'd you choose me when you loved her so much?”

A question that he had always wondered about.

“I thought it was the right decision.”

“You thought?”

Taehyung looked up at the stars, “You did so much for me in the past... I wouldn’t be here as the person that I am if it hadn’t been for you. So at the time, it made sense. But now that I see my empty future... I see that I fucked up. Because she was my future.”

Jimin didn't reply, just lowered his head in shame.

“I even bought her a ring, you know?” Taehyung laughed, though only to hide the hurt, “But that's on me that I didn't give it to her. I thought I still had time.”

“Maybe you do.”

Taehyung looked at his best friend, the sad smile back on his face, “It’s easier to forgive a brother than it is to forgive someone like me. And I can’t even blame her,” he pulled out the ring from his pocket, a beautiful ring that looked a lot like an engagement ring, but Jimin didn’t ask any further questions, “I’d pick her any day now over everything and everyone. But I don’t have that chance anymore. So all I hope for now is that you and her will be happy again.”

Jimin sighed deeply, “If I could turn back time, I would. I would do things differently, give you my blessing and tell you that I'm happy for you.”

Taehyung just leaned back, still playing with the ring as he continued to look up at the stars, “I know you would.”

You had successfully avoided your family for a while now, always putting your career first and not looking at anything other than. Your parents were often angry, up until you literally flew them out because there was no way you’d step foot into Korea again so soon.

But while you were now one of Hollywood’s upcoming actresses due to your hard work, your oldest brother had found love and was getting married. And well... this one, you couldn't get out of.

“Thanks for coming,” your brother hugged you when you finally arrived at the venue, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you smiled, “And I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to finally get to meet the lucky woman.”

“Ha, you're just saying that, you'll tell embarrassing stories about me the moment that you meet her.”

You just wiggled your eyebrows, then smiled even brighter when you heard your mother let out a loud squeal and pull you into her arms, your father hugging both of you, not wanting to wait any longer for his daughter to be in his arms.

“Finally, my beautiful daughter,” she leaned back a little, tears in her eyes, making you and your brother chuckle.

“Mom, you're not supposed to cry yet.”

“Ah, stop it,” she hit your brother and then turned him around, “What are you even doing here, you need to get ready. I'll help you. And you? Don't run off, alright? I want to spend some time with my daughter.”

“I won't,” you chuckled and watched them disappear, your father just following them with a chuckle.

And of course, there was one person missing in the mix. Should have known that he’d show up sooner, rather than later.

“You look beautiful,” the voice made you take in a deep breath, then let it out once you were looking at him.

He wasn't the confident man that you once know standing there. He was unsure, nervous, sad, but at the same time, happy to see you.

“Thank you.”

“I wasn't sure whether or not you'd come. If I had known..-”

“Don't be ridiculous, you're his brother too.”

“I wasn't talking about me.”

A second later, Bangtan joined him, Taehyung immediately stopping when he saw you.

After all this time, you thought that you were over it. You thought that if you were to ever see him again, you’d just keep your cool, smile and be graceful about it, but your heart seemed to break all over again.

If it hadn’t been for Jeongguk, you maybe even would have started to cry as all the memories were flooding back in. Especially the ones about the break-up. 

“I saw your movie,” Jeongguk beamed, “You were so cool!”

“Thanks,” you shook your head a little, now focusing on the youngest member so that you didn’t have to look at either Taehyung, nor Jimin anymore, “I should.. probably go inside and say hello to everyone.”

Jimin took a step forward, his hand reaching out, but then he quickly dropped it, just like his shoulders did.

None of them were affected by you, only Jimin and Taehyung. Both of them were left standing there, even though the others followed you inside.

Taehyung was the first to speak: “I shouldn't be here. I'll only make her uncomfortable.”

“No, please. Please, stay.”

It was the desperation in his eyes that made Taehyung nod, ultimately.

Still, he didn't feel like he belonged here anymore. Not when he broke your heart and ruined so much in your family.

And throughout the entire wedding, he couldn't focus on anything but you. And as if you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, he often found you turn around to look at him, Taehyung quickly averting his gaze to look somewhere else instead.

On a more positive note, the celebration was beautiful, your brother's wife was glowing and he was the happiest you had ever seen him. Even if you had wanted to leave early... you couldn't. You had missed this, missed him, missed your mother and father, missed the memories all these three brought you.

And if you were being honest... you even missed Jimin. 

A conversation that you had with your mother a while ago came back:

“He visits a lot these days, you know? Jimin, I mean. He always goes up to your room and makes sure that it’s cleaned... just in case you’re coming back anytime soon.”

“I won’t,” you said plainly.

You heard your mother sigh on the other end of the phone, “You know, (Y/N), I will never presume to know what it must have felt like, your brother doing this to you and your partner betraying you like this. But do you want it to be like this for the rest of your life? Do you want to hate Jimin forever?”

“I don’t hate Jimin,” you hadn’t even thought about it, were even surprised when you said it, “I just.. don’t know how to forgive him.”

“You won’t know until you talk to him again, my love. You can ignore him for the next years to come, but you won’t come any closer to forgiving him. So if that is truly what you want... then talk to him.”

And so after you gulped down your champagne and took a deep breath, you walked outside and joined your brother that was standing on his own.

“So, you'll be the next to get married?” Jimin was so surprised when you started to talking to him as he was getting some fresh air outside, but you didn’t look angry. Maybe unsure of how to talk to him, but not hostile.

“What? With whom?” he laughed nervously, “I haven’t had a girlfriend in years.”

“Ah, I'm sure mom has a few girls that she's eyeing. What was that one girl’s name... the daughter of the baker.”

“Please, don't. I still have trauma from that awkward date that she forced on me,” you both snorted and suddenly the atmosphere between you felt like what it once was. And Jimin hated to ruin it, but he had to know: “Are you okay? I mean.. we haven't talked in a long time and I only hear what mom tells me.”

“You know how it is when your career is at its peek. A lot of stress, but a lot of rewards too.”

“I wasn't talking about your career, I was talking about you.”

You pondered over your next words for a moment, then you said: “I had a lot of time to think about everything. About my life,” you began to smile, even if only just a little bit, “I don’t know when I’ll be able to look at you and not feel hurt. But... when I look at you now, I also realize that I’ve missed you. And if my heart tells me that, then I can’t really hate you, right? So I would like to... I don’t know. Talk. A little. Maybe.”

And his entire stance changed instantly. His shoulder slumped, he began taking in a sharp breath of air and he was on the verge of tears.

“No, don't cry,” you shook your head, even let out a little laugh, “I’m just saying that I’d like to try again. You’re my big brother and... mom is right. I don’t want to spend my life trying to hate someone that I still love. Deep down.”

“I'd like that,” he said, pressing his fingers into his eyes when he couldn’t control the tears anymore.

You just smirked.

The wedding was slowly dissolving. The first guests had left hours ago and now it was only the family left, but even those were beginning to say their goodbye’s.

At a table, Bangtan was sitting with your brother, laughing wholeheartedly.

But one person was missing.

You walked back into the room where your brother and his wife had gotten married and found him standing at the altar, staring at it.

It was hard for you to come up with something to say, so you just waited until he finally noticed that you were here.

“Always thought I’d see you in a hall like this with a wedding dress on while you’re walking towards me, you know?” Taehyung said with a sad smile.

“It probably would have been like that if you hadn’t chosen my brother that night,” you approached him, to Taehyung’s surprise.

“Yeah, I don’t think he looks as pretty as you would in a wedding dress.”

This caught you off-guard. So much, that you actually began to laugh.

He always knew how to break the ice.

“Did you know that he used to wear mom’s dresses and play teaparty with me when we were kids? I thought he looked really pretty.”

“That’s very valuable information that I will bring up at the right time, thank you very much.”

Given your uncomfortable and awkward hello earlier, he hadn’t expected you to talk so casually with each other, but... maybe time healed some wounds.

Taehyung wanted to take a step forward to be closer to you, but he wasn’t sure if you were okay with that, so he just stayed right there.

“I regret it every single moment of my life, you know? Every waking moment I think of you and hate myself for what I did to you. For what I did to us.”

You didn’t reply, just gulped down the clump in your throat.

“If only I had made the right choice that day... if only I had tried to convince Jimin that I was good for you and that you would be safe with me... then maybe it would have been us standing here today.”

In regards to Taehyung, you also had a lot of time to think. Whereas you always just felt hurt in the beginning, you tried to put yourself in his shoes eventually.

What if it had been Taehyung’s sister that objected so much to your relationship that you knew it was either her, your best friend, or Taehyung? Would you have picked him and thrown away a year-long friendship?

Would you have picked him over the girl that knew your deepest and darkest secrets? That walked through hell and back for you? That loved you unconditionally and would forever, no matter what?

The answer to this question was the reason that you were the one to take a step towards Taehyung.

“But it is you and me standing here today.”

His breathing got uneven, even more so when you took another step towards him.

“How can I fix this, (Y/N)?” he whispered, “I’ll do anything... I swear, anything.”

You reached out until your hand cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over the softness of his skin, “I don’t know how long it would take...”

Taehyung wrapped his hand around your wrist, making sure that you didn’t pull back.

“You have my life, (Y/N). I don’t care how long it takes, I will do anything to convince you that I’m not making the same mistake twice.”

It wouldn’t be easy, forgiving him, nor Jimin was something that you could do in a matter of minutes. But you wanted to try, so that your heart could finally get rid of all the hurt and hate.

So you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, breathing in the scent that instantly brought back memories, but this time, all the good ones.

And so you smiled, Taehyung pulling you closer and burying his face into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, beautiful.”

And while the two of you were standing at the altar, hugging, Jimin was standing in the entryway with a smile and let out a happy sigh.

“Please be happy together... because I love you both so much.”

[diffuserlover]

High School Rivalry

-fem!reader x ot7 x Hybe Japan

-genre: angst, supernatural, friendships??

-TW: mentions of blood, kidnapping, killing, death, and teeth

-one-shot

-Description: You have been best friends with Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake since elementary school now you guys are in your last year of high school. But over the past year your friends have been acting different, keeping things from you, sneaking around at night, and hanging out with 4 other guys from your school. Soon after you confronted the guys of their behavior the other 4 took you in their friend group. Now in the present, the biggest football game of the school year was coming up. Bats vs Wolves. School rivals BigHit East and BigHit West. A school tradition is that a week before the game the football teams would prank each other. But this year the prank became personal when the wolves kidnapped one of the only things they cared about…you

You walk through the halls of your dark school, streamers of red, white, and black hanging from the ceiling to show school spirit. Posters posted on the walls saying “Friday the 13th come to the big game Bats vs Wolves” This is all you have been hearing about, one because every talks about it, and two because your friends are on the team. Speaking of your friends you spot them standing in probably the darkest part of the school. 

“It still shocks me that they decided to paint a whole wall black, it makes the school seem so dark and gloomy” you say as you walk up to the guys. 

“You say that everyday” Heeseung says. 

“I saw it in hopes that a teacher will hear me and do something about it” you say. 

“Anyways, are you going to the game?” Jay says. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” you say.  

“When it comes to the big game you get kinda weird” Sunghoon says. 

“Weird? What no?” you say. Jungwon raises his eyebrow at you. 

“Last year you ripped all the posters off the wall and got detention for 3 days” Jungwon says. 

“They were poorly made posters” you say shrugging. 

“She’s in denial” Riki laughs. You roll your eyes as the warning bell goes off. 

“See you guys later” you say walking off to class with Jay. 

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School went by in a flash, you start to walk out to your space grey SUV to leave school. All of the other guys claimed they had somewhere to go. Even though your close with them you still feel like they are keeping something from you. As you unlock the car you hear someone say your name. You turn to see a guy you have never seen before. 

“Hi” a tall brown hair guy says to you. 

“Hi?” you question. 

“You are friends with Jake right?” He asks. you nod. 

“Can you give this to him, he left it at my house, I couldn’t find him” He says. 

“Yeah, what’s your name so I can tell him who it’s from” you say. 

“K” he says. You nod, what a strange name. You look down for a second to look at the book he gave you but when you look up he’s gone. You look around confused before getting in your car and leaving. You decide to call Jake to tell him. It took him 6 rings to answer. 

“What’s up?” He asks. 

“Some guy named K told me to bring you a book you left at his house, can I drop it by your place?” you ask. You look over at the book, it looked old, and was about vampires? You know Jake is like a major nerd but you didn’t kow h was into that stuff. 

“K? he’s from the Wolves, you can drop it off” Jake says sighing. 

“Are you home? or should I just leave it on the doorstep?” you ask. 

“I’ll be home in a minute” Jake says. 

“See you there” you say before he hangs up. It took you about 10 minutes for you to get to Jake’s house. When you pull up you can see him standing on his porch. You get out of the car with the book. 

“Here, I didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff, I like how the author made the book look old” you say handing it to him. There was panic in Jake’s eyes as he sees the book you handed him. 

“You didn’t open it right” Jake asks nervous. 

“No?” you say confused on his sudden change of behavior. 

“You should go home” Jake says. 

“Oh okay, I’ll see you at school tomorrow” you say walking back to your car, you stare at Jake through your window, there is something wrong, something worrying him. 

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Now it’s the day before the big football game. 

“I’ll meet you guys at Jay’s tonight” you say as they walk you to your car. 

“I’ll pick up some snacks on the way there, anything you guys want” you say.

“No, were good and you don’t need to bring snacks, Jay has some” Sunghoon says. You nod. You swear they say the same thing every time. Now that you think about it, you really haven’t seen them eat much the past year. Always drinking out of their water bottles. 

“Be careful driving home, it’s going to rain” Jake says as it starts to rain. You laugh slightly. 

“I will, my house is only right down the street, now get in your cars before you get soaked and get a cold” you say signalling them away. You get into your car and start to drive off. As you were about to pull out of the school parking lot a hand goes over your mouth. You almost serve out of the lane. 

“Keep driving straight” a man says. You start to follow his direction scared of he is going to do if you don’t listen. Soon enough you pull up to BigHit West. Another tall black haired guy walks up to my car and opens my door. 

“Get out” He says. you nod and get up. You then see K get out from your back seat. 

“What is this about” you ask confused. 

“Revenge” K shrugs before hitting you in the back of the head and making you pass out. 

“Drag her in” K says to Ta-ki. 

“Why are we kidnapping her? Isn’t this illegal?” Ta-ki says before throwing you over his shoulder. 

“To get those bats over here, so we can finally win” K says smirking. 

“What do you mean finally win?” Ej asks. 

“Over the decades it’s always been vampires verses werewolves, the vampires always win now it’s time for us to win” K says. They take you into the school and tie you up to a chair placing you in the middle of the gym. You start to wake up. 

“Hello?” you say trying to get loose. 

“There is no way your going to escape” K says. You see 3 other black haired guys behind him. 

“Who are you guys?” you ask. 

“Sorry where are my manners, boys” K says signaling back to them. 

“I’m Nicholas” the tall one I remember who opened my door. 

“I’m Ej” the even taller one says. 

“I’m Ta-ki” the shorter one says. 

“You know who I am pretty girl” K says. Your face curls up with disgust.  

“What’s with the pet name” you say disgusted. 

“Where are your friends” K asks me. 

“I don’t know” you say truthfully. You observe the others. They stood back and never talked unless told to, what kind of friendship is this when there is clearly a leader. 

“You really have no idea” K asks.

“If I knew I would tell you” you lie. 

“Don’t lie to me” K says getting closer to me. you wondered how he knew that you were lying to him. You stay quiet as he stares into your eyes. You give him a cold look. 

“Get her phone, call her friends to get her” K says turning around and walking away from you. Ej comes up to you and grabs your phone from your jacket pocket. 

“Who should I call” Ej asks.

“Jungwon, their leader” K says. Leader? Jungwon? You wonder what are they talking about. Ej holds the phone close to your face, 

“Act normal and tell them to come to the BigHit West’s gym to help you set up a prank” Ej says before pressing call. After a few rings Jungwon picks up the phone. 

“Hey y/n what’s up” Jungwon says sounding happy. 

“Can you guys come to the gym, at the West school, I have a great idea for a prank” You say. 

“Are you already there?” Jungwon asks concern laced in his voice. 

“Yeah, I have all the supplies we need, just hurry up” you say. 

“Okay, uh are you alone” Jungwon asks. you pause staring at them. 

“No” you say staring at K. They look at you mad. You saw K’s eye light up yellow. You blink and they were gone. You were so confused on how that happened. 

“The janitors are here” you say. 

“We will be there quick” Jungwon says. They hang up as you were about to say goodbye. 

“You could have at least let me say bye” you say sighing. 

“Shut up” K says. He signals at Nicholas. He gets up with a roll of tape. 

“Hey no, can’t we just talk? There is no need for you to tape my mouth” you say rambling before Nicolas puts the tap on your mouth. You try kicking at him but your feet are tied to the chair. 

“I never thought she would shut up” K says. 

“I don’t think this is a very good thing to do” Ej says. 

“Yeah, she’s just some silly human how is she going to help us take down the bats” Ta-ki says. As you sit not able to talk your thoughts take over. Silly human? your also a silly human for kidnapping me! What is wrong with these guys. Why do they talk like this. 

“We have been over this before Ta-ki” K groans. 

“She is our leverage, so they can give up the game tomorrow and then the rest of the pack will kill them on the field tomorrow, just like their ancestors did to ours” K says. You think, What in the hell are they talking about? Murders? Leverage? A pack? All of the sudden the gym doors fly open. 

“Let go of her” Jungwon says. 

“I will, if you give me what I want” K says standing up his friends follow behind him. 

“Just give her to us and we will leave you alone, she doesn’t know about us, and we want it that way” Heeseung says. 

“Oh she doesn’t know” K laughs. 

“Oops” he says. 

“This is going to be fun for her” K smirks before howling? Your eyes go wide. He turns into this giant furry wolf looking thing. The others turn into wolves as well. You try to escape the chair wiggling around. 

“I could eat her whole” K says as he turns towards you, his eyes piercing  yellow, his voice lowered now more creepy. K then growls in Jungwon’s face. you see Jungwon’s eyes turn red, his teeth grow into fangs, and he floats off of the ground. You look around at the other guys to see they were exactly the same. You scream through the tape wiggling around trying to escape. You’re friends are monsters. You fall backwards breaking the chair. You shake the ties off you and rip off the tape. Everyone stares at you. 

“y/n-” Jake says. 

“Get away from me” you say running off. 

“Go get her” you hear K say. You look behind you to see Ej and Ta-ki running after you on all four legs. All of the sudden Jake pops up in front of you and grabs you and next thing you know your in the gym behind all your friends with Jake holding onto your arm. 

“Let go of me” you say freaking out. 

“Are you hurt anywhere?” Jay says to you turning around. You look into his dead red eyes. This wasn’t your best friend. 

“What are you people” you say struggling to get out of Jake’s grasp. 

“We will explain everything in the car just calm down” Jake says.

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you say. They all looked hurt. You look to see Sunoo, Jungwon, Ni-ki, and Heeseung walk back with blood on them. 

“We should go quickly, we were able to hold them off but K, I don’t know where he is, you know how strong an alpha is” Jungwon says. They try to leave but the door were locked. 

“We can’t get out” Sunoo says pulling on the door. 

“Move aside” Jungwon says. He pulls on the handles and rips them off. 

“Look what you did, how are we supposed to get out now” Jake says freaking out. 

“There are other doors” you say. 

“Your not going anywhere” you guys hear K say. you all turn around and see the other wolves. They look wounded. 

“Throw the game tomorrow and nobody gets hurt” K says. 

“What are you going to to us? Bark at us? we just beat your best wolves” Jay says. Your head is spinning at the fact that this is real. 

“I have more, our whole school is packed with wolves” K says. 

“One call and they are here to kill you” K says. Jungwon sighs. 

“Why do you want us to throw the game? What do you get out of it” Jungwon asks. 

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you” K says. 

“They are going to kill you all on the field tomorrow if they win” you say. They all look at me. K sighs. 

“I should have taped you ears too” K sighs.

“Get her” K says. Ej and Nicholas turn into werewolves again and then come running at you and the guys. Jake pushes you behind him and Sunghoon comes and stands on the other side of you. They were taller and bigger than all of the guys. They start to fight around you. 

“We have got you, don’t worry” Jake says. You watch as Sunoo gets hit in the side and go down. Your head told you that he’s a monster, he isn’t the same person as before, he’s not the Sunoo you know. But your heart, your heart is telling you to help him, risk yourself to help your friend. And that’s what you did. You run to Sunoo and pick him up a little so his head rests on your lap. 

“Sunoo, are you okay?” you ask lifting his shirt a little to see a deep cut. 

“I’m fine, it will heal” He winches as you touch the wound to stop the bleeding. 

“y/n, i’m going to be fine it just takes a few minutes” he says, as he said that you see the wound start to heal. Your eyes widen at the wound healing. 

“I-” you say before you feel yourself being picked up. Nicholas had you and took you over by K throwing you to the ground. They transform back to humans. K grabs your hair and makes you stand up. He transforms and brings his huge, nasty claws to your neck. 

“Throw the game, let my pack kill a few people and she won’t die” K says. 

“We can’t let you kill innocent people” Jay says. 

“We CaN’t LeT yOu KiLl InNoCeNt PeOpLe, stop acting all high and mighty, you drink from people’s neck killing them” K mocks Jay. K looks at you and laughs at your scared expression. 

“Go on, tell y/n how many people you kill so you all can have a meal” K says. You look at the guys. 

“7 people, so each of us can have one whole person to last us a week”  says. They all look down. 

“7 people, wow” K says. 

“But we haven’t done that for months, we drink from blood bags now, that we steal from the hospital” Jungwon says. You sigh. 

“How many people have you killed in total” K says. They all look around. You see Ni-ki counting on his fingers. 

“35″ Ni-ki says. K laughs. 

“You hear that pretty girl, your so called friends killed 35 people, 35 innocent people” K says laughing, the other wolves start laughing too. 

“They weren’t important people, they were homeless and criminals” Jungwon says trying to make you feel better. 

“You really are monsters, you all are” you say. 

“I know I am” K says before slicing your throat with his claws. You go down trying to breathe and you start to bleed out. 

“You had your chance” K shrugs before leaving with his pack. You look over at your friends, you could see veins pop out from under there eyes. You gasp tying to tell them to help. You hold your neck to try to stop the bleeding. He didn’t cut you deep enough for you to die right away but if you didn’t get to a doctor soon you would die.

“Her blood smells so good” Heeseung says. 

“I know” Sunghoon says as his eyes darken. They all slowly walk over to you. 

“We should share” Jungwon says. 

“Of course” Jake says. 

“I was starving anyways” Sunoo says. Jay sits right next to you smelling your neck. You try to wack them away, your body getting weaker from the blood loss. 

“It’s even better up close” Ni-ki says. You use the last bit of your strength to scream as their fangs sink into your skin in different places. 

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“Local student from BigHit East was found dead in the rival schools gym all blood drained from her body. Her seven friends that were with her that night have now been reported missing. What went down that night at BigHit West? Is this really a prank gone wrong or is there foul play involved? We will keep you updated here on Hybe News thank you, back to the weather With Mr. Choi”

I hope you guys liked it!! If you want to see more stories like this and my Taehyun one you can always ask!! :)

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Time heals (sometimes) - Teaser 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: I was thinking of “Moonchild” and for some reasons, some memories I’d prefer to have forgotten came back to my mind and instead of making a full-blown panic attack like I used to, I thought that it would make a great plot if I mingled that with a soulmate and idol verse and that’s how I started going into it. This is going to be loaded with personal experiences, even if they’ll probably be a bit differently explained compared to what I experienced. Despite the heavy themes and many warnings, I hope you guys will like it. I think I really needed to write it. It will be a semisocial media AU!, because I like the idea of being to write some of their conversations through texts. However, I do plan on fully writing most of it. Though, you’ll have some updates about their social medias as I will update their profiles soon after you see this. I will probably mix a lot of different media for this story such as songs written and produced by myself. I’ll upload for real MC’s EP. So expect a lot for this story. Please take well care, feedback is always very warmly welcomed, it helps me to write for real. If you need to talk to someone, my dms are always opened and if you really don’t feel well, please call urgency numbers.

Thank you for reading,

-Dolly

"And we will close our night show with the most awaited segment! The audience jumped during the commercial break, it's amazing how many people just joined us! Welcome to our interview segment and especially, welcome and thank you so much for being with us Moon!”

"Of course, thank you for having me on your radio show." 

"Thank you for coming! I have to mention that this is your very first interview with another media than your usual personal platforms like Vlive, YouTube, or Instagram, so we are honored to be the first ones to greet you! Do you plan on making more activities outside your personal schedule for the promotion of your new album?" 

"If I may be honest, not really. I'm the most comfortable in my own safe zone and I tend to try not to get out of it too often. It might close some doors to me but I'm comfortable with my fans that way. However, I often listen to this radio show and a lot of my fans were enthusiastic about that so I thought: why not."

"Ah, thank you so much, it means a lot! Your fans are indeed a strong community and they support you whether you go to TV shows or not. Besides, you've been a very active artist on social media and your whole career started on YouTube and SoundCloud before you signed to your current agency. We have to congratulate you on your journey! It's barely been two years but here you are, with your second EP 'People'! Congratulations on the release!" 

"Thank you very much."

“For our listeners who might not know who Moon is, I’m going to introduce her to you: Moon, your real name is (Y/N), you were born on August 4th, 1998, Incheon and your mother was American so you pursued your studies in America. You have been taking online classes since the start of your career at the HULT, university of Florida, and even recently got your Business Bachelor, now aiming for a Ph.D. You started your journey on Youtube, uploading covers and vlogs until you finally started producing your own songs, releasing them on Soundcloud. You started gaining a lot of followers; thus, you started on other social media such as Twitter or Instagram. One year ago, you release your first EP called ‘BALANCE’  which is the reason why the music label BigHit reached to you and asked you if you wanted to sign with them. Did I get everything right?”

“You are. It feels like you know my life better than I do.”

"Ah not at all, but thank you, I am glad that I didn’t say something wrong! Would you mind sharing the concept of this EP? Many of your fans probably already know but maybe some of our daily listeners might not!" 

"Of course. As you said, 'People' is my second EP, yet the first to be studio recorded. Signing with BigHit is a big step in my career and it created a lot of changes, hence I decided to focus on the people I have met, stayed with, became close to, or detached myself from… This is dedicated to the people who changed my life, whether they intended to or not. It could be interpreted as my social life diary in a way." 

"I see, many of your fans have said that the album held a very distinct duality, with a bright and a much darker side that made quite the storm on social media. ‘Y/N our Moon’ and ‘MOONISBACK’ trended for a few nights on Twitter. Do you have anything you'd like to say about that?" 

"I guess it was a surprise because this mini-album is really raw and uncensored. I didn't try to sugarcoat it nor to romanticize my experiences. I hope it brings comfort to people who haven't been feeling well. Because I think that it’s always easy to say that it's going to be okay to someone who’s not feeling well. Everything doesn’t suddenly become okay. And it's fine to be hurting, you can learn to live with this pain and move on while still hoping for better days. There is no end to hopes, and this is why my EP has a brighter side to it. Not everything is always a vast cold ocean. Sometimes, there are small or big waves that come crashing into our universe and they form something that we couldn't have imagined. They bring a little piece of sunshine in life and it helps to move on. So I hope that people who are struggling know that, despite how insignificant I might be, there is a person that understands and can relate to their struggles. I hope it can comfort them, even just slightly, to know that they are not alone." 

"That's a beautiful way to put it."

"Ah, thank you." 

"I have to ask because I'm really curious and I’m definitely not the only one: a lot of your fans have been theorizing about who could your title track ‘TIME’ be about? I have to ask you on the behalf of everyone. Is it okay for me to break the mystery?" 

"Time is a track that shouldn’t have made it to the EP. It’s a bit like a fit of personal anger that I didn’t know I needed to let out.”

“Your anger was definitely heard and understood. People have been curious about the addressee of the song especially because of the line ‘maybe it’s time I finally let go of you’. So can you tell us who is it about?” 

“Uh...Time was written for my seven soulmates who rejected me years ago." 

"Seven!?"

"Yeah, it's a lot I know.”

“Is that why you have covered your soul mark with this tattoo on your arm? Netizens talked about it a lot; normally idols tend to cover their arm from the public eyes to avoid for their soulmates’ names to be known, but instead, you were proudly showing your tattooed arm, fully covering what might be under the ink. Many people assumed that it meant that you didn’t have a soulmate at all.” 

“Well, I decided to cover the mark because there was no reason for me to keep it without hurting myself. I decided that I have been hurt enough to let myself take a rest. I didn’t see the point in hiding my arm either, I’m proud of my tattoo, I mean; it’s really a beautiful piece in my opinion. But to answer the assumptions, I don’t consider that I have soulmates anymore, hence why the tattoo as well." 

"This is really a heartbreaking story, it must have been extremely hard. Breaking a soul bond is immensely dangerous, my link with my husband already itches when I spend the day away from him, so seven soul bonds? It must have been terrible." 

"It was, but the most important is where I am now. I'm not lingering on that anymore because they made their choices and I thus made mine. I just hope that they all are healthy and happy where they are." 

"I have to say I'm really impressed (Y/N)-shi, you really have a delicate and caring soul. I probably wouldn't be able to have such soft words about your soulmates had I been in your shoes."

"I think living the actual experience made me reflect on myself a lot. I'm comfortable where I am now, I'm able to do music and make what I love. I have nothing to complain about, I'm surrounded by lovely and supportive fans, I have the best manager I could have ever hoped for and a warm and healthy family. I don't need more on my side." 

"I'm glad you are happy then. Many of your fans have pointed out it's really hard to make you smile and some wonder if you are happy, especially after the release of ‘TIME’, I don’t blame some of your fans for being worried." 

"Ahhh, is smiling the only way to prove that we are happy? I believe my words are usually a bit more impactful than my facial expressions. I have to admit that I don't often smile, it's not a bad thing, at least I don't think so, but I just don't feel the need to smile when I don’t feel like it. Besides, I get shy easily when I expose my emotions too much." 

"It's hard to imagine you being shy but at the same time now that I have you in front of me, our listeners cannot see you, but I definitely feel that you have a very shy and reserved aura despite the energy you give off when you are on stage. It’s not unfriendly either, but you’re just very soft-spoken and quiet in everything you do. Like when you came in, I barely heard you entering at all; you’re just silently making your way without a fuss, it’s really endearing, to be honest."

"Ah... I’ve been told that my stage persona and the ‘me’ in real life were two different entities but I don’t really think it’s true. I'm extremely introverted and it doesn't really mix well with the stage. So I just put it on the side for the people who came to see me and deserve to see more than a 24 years old woman who has troubles speaking without stuttering in front of other people." 

"You stutter when you have to speak in front of other people?" 

"Sometimes it happens when I’m nervous, and I’m very often nervous. Like right now, I’m extremely nervous. But it's something I'm working on." 

"Well it's definitely paying off because I couldn't sense that you were nervous at all, just very calm and soft, but I wouldn’t be able to imagine you being nervous enough to stutter."

"A lot of artists actually have stage fright, most of them just don't want to admit it because it doesn't sound sexy when you tell your fans you're actually shaking before going up there for the show." 

"This is very true, but it's refreshing to hear it from someone who actually lives through that rather than fan theories." 

"That's understandable." 

"Our time is coming to the end, do you have anything you would like to add before we sadly get our mics taken away?" 

"Oh uhm, everyone, my new mini-album 'People' came out very recently and yet it already received a lot of love so I want to thank you for that. This EP was a very personal project and I was worried about how it would be welcomed but you all made me realize that I have nothing to fear because we'll always find someone who can relate to our stories. As long as I can help even one person with my songs, then it's enough for me. Thank you for listening to me and my voice. I hope we'll be able to meet soon. Love you my fans and non-fans as well, please take well care of yourselves in those times. Be careful and stay safe. Wear your mask!" 

“Thank you so much Moon for being with us tonight. Our time was short but I really enjoyed it, I hope our listeners were able to feel that very warm presence of yours through the mic. ‘Give Me A Song’ of Moon’s EP ‘People’ will now be playing and we will see each other tomorrow night with IU for the release of her new album LILAC. Take care!”

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Uploaded : 08/04/2021

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The Collaboration ~ OT7 [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

GENRE: Fluffy, platonic, established friendship,

PAIRING: Platonic ot7 x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope this is okay for you sweetheart! It’s been a while since I’ve tried to write ot7 so I hope you enjoy this

The friendship that you had with the BTS boys was no secret, it had been public knowledge since the moment you meant them backstage at an award ceremony almost two years ago. One of your stylists had been recording you getting your hair and makeup done when there was a knock at the door and your manager walked in with them. It was hands down one of the best days of your life, even better than the day you signed your contract to become a singer and actress. The whole video consisted of you freaking out a little before finally coming down from the excitement and just talking with them. You'd been an ARMY for years so getting to meet them in person had been so surreal and then getting to call them all your friends was even more surreal to you. 

But the friendship was hugely publicised since you and BTS were both huge artists within the industry which meant a lot of articles were written about you and the boys together. Not all of the articles written about you both had been the nicest, some were and others were a lot worse. Some writing about how you were a nobody until it came to BTS. Some claiming you were dating one of the boys while others claimed that you were dating them all, which would be nearly impossible since you saw them as brothers and they saw you as a sister. Those ones happened to be your favourite to read but mostly because your fans and ARMY would be in the comments defending you or going along with it just to try and troll some people. There had been thousands of edits made to make it look as though you were dating which at first creeped you out and you made a statement about it which lead to less and less being made. It was nice to have that sort of vibe with your fans when they would actually listen to what was going on and what you did and did not like to see.

"The latest articles on us, have you read them?" You questioned Yoongi as you walked into his studio carrying two cups, one with your hot chocolate and another with coffee inside for Yoongi. You'd flown out to Korea for a break from your latest acting gig and decided to visit the boys while you had the chance to see them and actually spend some time together. Most of the boys were still working while you waited for them to go out to lunch with you, 

"What is it?" Yoongi chuckled taking the drink you were holding out for him as you brought up the article on your phone and sat down on the sofa behind you, the articles had begun the moment you touched down in Korea. It was going to take you a minute to be able to translate it all into Korean for him but you did your best, the Korean lessons with Namjoon and Jin were paying off really well.

"According to this one I'm using you guys for your fame, I'm only around you whenever I need to go up in fame points," You let out a small laugh at the thought of it. Were fame points even a thing? You continued to scroll through the website when went to the next one which instantly made you want to scream, Jimin walked into the room ready to tell you that he was ready for lunch when he saw the look on your face. It sent shivers up and down his back and made him feel like he was in trouble with you.

"You've got that murderous look on your face, Yoongi...What did you say?" Jimin questioned looking between you and Yoongi as he tried to figure out what could have been said to make you look this angry at something.

"Nothing...He didn't-" You mumbled as you scrolled through the article that was claiming that both of the fandoms were toxic together when it couldn't be further from the truth. Both fandoms were the sweetest you'd seen, ARMY had been so welcoming to you and your fans as well as vice versa. It honestly felt as though they were more like family members to one another than just random fans. You regularly found them defending one another whenever you went onto your personal Twitter account t update your fandom on things.

"A writer is claiming that our fandoms are the most toxic ones out there..." You mumbled as you brought up your keyboard and began getting ready to type out something on your page, you knew you were supposed to rise above things and if it had been about you you would have done. But since it was about people you scared about you had to take the matter into your own hands, 

@Y/NOfficial: Thank you to all of you that are always trying to be kind and treat everyone nicely. It's refreshing to see all of you act on behalf of me and other people on this app. You're always so kind and caring and I love to see it.

Along with it, you attached a photo of you with the boys from the night you arrived in Korea so that people would know what you were indirectly tweeting about and just like that people were coming to add smirking emojis or to start laughing about what it was you were actually talking about. 

"We should do something..." You muttered as you looked back at Yoongi and Jimin ideas filling your head within seconds. A collabortation between you and the boys had been in talk for a while but neither of your managers had come together to put the plan into action.

"What are you thinking?" Jimin quizzed as he sat himself down next to you looking over at your phone to see what you had just sent out.  

"We've spoken about it, Yoongi and I both have song ideas we've been working on..." Yoongi turned to look at you from his chair as he nodded along to what you were saying instantly knowing what you were talking about. There was a huge folder on his laptop dedicated to the work you'd both been doing together both long-distance and in person.

"I still have it all saved on my laptop if you want to take a look at it all." The statement was directed in Jimin's direction as you both waited for him to say something to it,

"Sure...What have you been working on?" He moved closer to Yoongi to take a look over everything and you smiled. The things you and Yoongi had been putting together were a backing track with some melodies and adlibs you'd both been doing overtime. It was far from being done but it was better than having nothing to go off, all you needed to do was get the okay from both of your managers and the rest of the boys. 

"I've been working on a rap part for Hoseok and Namjoon and Y/n has been writing her own lyrics for her parts," Yoongi mumbled as you grabbed a spare chair to sit down next to him with. Hitting play he let the melody and your rough lyrics fill the air of his small studio.

The collaboration had been amazing, the song was one of your best works in your opinion and the videos were shot and ready to be released at a moments notice. Teasers had been being released all month between your account and the BTS one but neither of the fandoms had put it together that this would be some kind of collaboration. The teasers for the songs had been dramatically different from one another, Yoongi changing the melodies on his and yours just so that nobody would be able to place that they were the same track. Your Twitter had been focussing on releasing your parts in the video with your words and then the boy's parts only being theirs. The fans had no idea but there were a select few that had pieced it together bit by bit and were starting to realise what was happening but no one else seemed to piece it together. 

"It's almost midnight," You said over the call to the boys, all of them were sitting on skype with you as they waited inside Hoseok's studio this time. They were all sitting on the sofa in his room watching the countdown on one of the monitors, the plan was to release the music videos at the same time and wait to see what would happen with the fandoms.

"We've worked so hard for this," Namjoon chuckled as he handed all of the boys a small drink each to celebrate with, you had your own glass of wine to drink while you waited as well. Jungkook cleared his throat as he got up to give a small speech about how much he'd enjoyed working with you.

"You guys worked so great, I don't know how I'll thank you enough." You whispered as you looked at each of them through the screen feeling an overwhelming urge to cry as you thought about how close you'd all grown as a friendship group. This time it was your turn to get a sappy speech but the countdowns began and you smirked looking at the titles, both the same song and video on each channel but the boys had their title while yours was left as. Y/n Y/L/N ???? For a little extra surprise to the fans. Taehyung began counting down from one minute and thirty seconds and the rest of you began to join in with him.

"5...4...3...2...1," The iconic BigHit entertainment logo and intro filled the speakers in your room and you let out a small squeal at the thought of it finally being live after the months of working on it. The boys cheered as the music started and Jin opened up the song for you all walking around their dorms on the screen.  

"I'm going to check Twitter!" You yelled out as you brought out your phone to see all of the different reactions that were coming out from the video. Mostly people freaking out thinking Youtube had crashed and placed both videos onto the channel until your line came up. In the music video, you walked onto the set and began singing through your part of the song as if it was casual. The video idea had been that it was just supposed to be a casual setting at the dorms and you randomly walked through the front door and sat with them while singing. The song was about friendship, which wasn't like a lot of songs any of you had written before but it felt like it needed to be said. That people could be friends or more like family members without having to hate one another or have everyone assume that they were dating. It was mostly a huge slap in the face to all the media outlets claiming that you couldn't be friends with the guys because they were...well guys.

"THE COLLAB OF A LIFETIME!" Someone had tweeted out with your retweet of the music video link, you smirked reading through everything that was on the screen, your whole dash refreshing itself every two seconds. Everyone seemed to be loving the fact that you had decided to finally collaborate with the boys, 

"They love it," You giggled as you sipped on your glass of wine in celebration of the song coming out, cheering along with the boys.

The night continued on as you waited for people to react to it until you decided to go live on Instagram. The boys were all gone now so you wanted to see what everyone was thinking of it now so you set your phone up on your desk and got ready to read through everything.

"I can't wait to see your reaction videos tomorrow, you guys know I watch all of them." You laughed softly as you stared into the small screen of your phone reading through the thousands of comments that were flying through. Play with your hair if this was because of the article about you using the boys for fame. #Y/nandBTSTakeOver You smirked to yourself before playing with the ends of your hair and winking into the camera, going back to answering more questions from your fans and ARMY wanting them to know how the collaboration had come to be and if there would be more work with them in the future.

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[alpacaparkaseok]

Book of Soulmates

Cruel

pairing: Yoongi x reader

premise: to be honest, trying to quietly study in the library while your soulmate is undergoing surgery is some new form of cruel and unusual punishment. 

disclaimer: I don’t mean to ‘use’ Yoongi’s shoulder issues, however I just got to thinking about this bond and this was a realistic question that I had. Please don’t take offense.

The library isn’t the ideal place to be suppressing my pain. It’s deathly quiet in here today, everyone is busy studying as though their lives depend on it. However, as my shoulder hurts more than it ever has before, I’m finding it hard to remain quiet. 

“You should’ve gone,” my best friend, Alisa, whispers beside me. Her eyes remain on her book, but she knows exactly what’s going on. “They made it sound like it was going to be pretty serious. Poor Yoongi.”

I roll my eyes. “At least he’s gone under for this!”

“You could have, too!”

I hate it when she's right. Shrugging, I groan at the pain that sears through my body. “You know...that’s not...” my words trail off as it becomes impossible to speak due to the pain.

Alisa sets down her textbook, turning to face me. Her eyes widen when she sees the state I’m in. “Woah. Ok, we need to get you out of here.”

I shake my head. “No way. I’ve never chickened out before, and today-”

“And today you’ll realize that there’s a first time for everything.” Before I can grind out any objections, Alisa is grabbing me and dragging me along. “C’mon.”

The walk to the elevator is exhausting, and as soon as I’m inside I’m slumped up against Alisa and panting. 

“I’m calling them,” Alisa says, grabbing my phone from my pocket. 

“No, I-”

“I know this isn’t how you wanted to meet him, but you’re not about to go through this. That’s just cruel.”

Unable to respond as another bout of pain nearly knocks me off my feet, I can only listen as Alisa dials the number that Sejin put in my phone.

Three weeks ago, a wary-looking man appeared on my doorstep. I recognized him immediately: it was Manager Sejin. 

“Do you experience pain in your shoulder?” Were the first words out of his mouth.

Turns out, Bighit had been trying to track down Min Yoongi’s soulmate for months, so they could bring them in and help them through what was sure to be a painful experience. 

The fact that Yoongi was my soulmate didn’t come at as much of a shock to me than the way that I would be forced to meet him.

I felt like a side affect. Yoongi would have to get surgery, so he would have to meet me. And while I was aware just how foolish it was, I rejected the offer. Hopefully if Yoongi’s shoulder was numb, mine would be too.

There was no way I was going to let my soulmate associate me with something as unpleasant as surgery. If I was going to meet him, it was going to be on my own terms.

Why couldn’t the two of you have some adorable, drama-like first meeting? In a flower shop? At a park?

Instead, the plan that was proposed meant hospital rooms and fluorescent lights. Hospital gowns and anesthesia. 

Now, as I fight against a black-out, I really wish I would have just requested to be put under. A less than perfect first meeting surely would have felt better than the pain I’m feeling right now.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

Alisa is hovering over me. Somehow I ended up on the ground...when did that happen?

“El...elevator?” My words are slurred now, however the pain is as sharp as ever.

Alisa shakes her head. “We’re in front of the library. Sejin is on his way. Apparently he was at your apartment already, trying to find you.”

“Ah.” A part of me wants to compliment Sejin for his quick thinking. Surely they weren’t planning on letting me go through this alone. However, before I can get the words out, the world turns to shadows.

~~

Opening my eyes feels like swimming through concrete, so I decide to just give up the fight and keep them shut a little while longer. If only that annoying beeping noise would quit.

“You’ll regain mobility after a few weeks, we just have to take it one day at a time-”

“What about her? It didn’t mess with her shoulder, right?”

Are they talking about me? 

The voice that I first heard speaks up again, responding to the agitated one. “She’ll be fine. Her shoulder will be a little sore, but it will fade within the next couple of days.”

“I feel awful, she probably hates me. Even the thought of it...you said she was in the library?”

Wait a second. Is that...?

“Yeah. I spoke to her friend, we’re working on issuing a statement to the library staff-”

“She hates me, I’m sure of it.” Yoongi’s voice is low and uncertain. “I just made her sit through a surgery and caused a scene in a public space. What kind of soulmate does that make me?”

The sound of footsteps alerts me to Sejin getting up to leave. “I don’t think she hates you. But you’ll have to ask her yourself. She’s stubborn, I’ll tell you that much.”

All is quiet as the door snicks shut, and suddenly I find that I’m very capable of opening my eyes. Heart nearly pounding out of my chest, I force myself to stay still as I strain to listen to any more sounds. 

A curtain splits the room in half, but the knowledge that Yoongi is on the other side is enough to have me contemplating all possible escape routes. The good news is that I’m still in my street clothes. Surely nobody will think twice if I just slip through the halls, right?

Funny, I think to myself. Now that I’m here, I’m not sure I really want to leave.

The small sound of Yoongi’s sigh is enough to nearly have me jolt out of my skin, but somehow I’m able to keep quiet. 

“She hates me, I’m sure of it.”

His words from just a moment before make me wince. Staring up at the ceiling as though it may come crashing down at any possible moment, I open my mouth. 

“I don’t hate you.”

My voice croaks from my long sleep, but I’m too busy straining to hear if Yoongi will respond to care about it too much. 

He gasps, the sound almost making me smile.

“You...don’t?” He sounds a little hopeful, and now a smile does break across my face. 

I shake my head, despite him not being able to see me. “No. I don’t.”

He sighs again. “I mean, you have every right to, you know that?”

“I know.”

It’s quiet for a little while longer until I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t move soon. Wincing and hissing at every sound the bed makes as I get up, I give my shoulder a quick test. 

It still works, which is a relief. Definitely sore, though.

“You’re not leaving, right?” Yoongi asks. 

I tiptoe over to the edge of the curtain. “No. I thought I should say hello to my neighbor, though.”

“Ah.”

“May I?”

It’s quiet for a moment, and I listen to the quiet rustling as Yoongi moves around a bit. “Sure, yeah.”

Stepping around the curtain, I keep my eyes down until I’m standing at the edge of the bed. Slowly, I look up at my soulmate. 

As I meet his dark eyes, a part of me wants to laugh at his mussed hair, while the other part wants to cry at the cast that holds his arm close to his chest. 

How could I ever hate you?

“Hello,” Yoongi breathes out. I smile.

“Hello. I’ve come to keep you company,” I explain, turning to grab a chair and pull it closer. 

Yoongi nods, a small smile ghosting his lips. “Good.”

“Would you like me to turn on a movie? Read aloud?” I look to my soulmate expectantly, hoping that he doesn’t notice how pink I’ve turned. 

He shakes his head slowly, brows creasing at the effort. “No. This is perfect.”

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[ysltaejin]

WINTER SPICE

Jungkook and reader spend their fifth Christmas together.

“Come here,” Jungkook let out a little laugh as he opens his arms for her to walk into; he pulls her beanie down so it covers her ears and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Is it always this cold?” She asks as she shivers, they’re waiting for a taxi to turn up. Jungkook insisted they get a taxi, the weather is too cold to be walking home in.

“It is always this cold,” Jungkook laughed at her little pout, leaning down quickly to give her a soft peck on her lips; not before doing a quick check to see if they’re being watched. They aren’t, but she knows the risks. “You say the same thing every year.”

“I do not,” She pouts, she sticks her lower lip out as Jungkook lets out another chuckle.

“Five years together, you think you would have gotten used to how cold South Korea could get,” Jungkook replies, he watches as the car they hired pulled up.

“You say that every year,” She giggles as she lets Jungkook pull open the door and waits for her to climb in, as she passes him she sneaks a quick kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

It doesn’t get any easier, she thinks to herself as she makes herself comfortable in the backseat of the private hire car they have (it’s not really a taxi because Jungkook is too famous for an everyday taxi) the life that has built together, have shared together is a one of constant overlooking of shoulders and standing close but not too close because they can’t bring up suspicion, can’t have the wrong person ask the wrong question because it puts so many things at risk. They are not fragile, she knows that, but it does not mean one strong push of a question that shouldn’t be asked couldn’t shake the foundations of what they achieved.

When it was twenty nineteen and they met unconventionally in a lift neither of them was supposed to be in that got stuck and bonded over the fact that maybe they both hated the winter months because really nowhere should be that cold;

“Got to respect Mother Nature though,” Jungkook spoke after a lull in the conversation.

“You do,” She nodded her head, “Respect yourself and the earth, the rest comes after.”

It just so happened that they both loved the late Summer nights, where the weather was still hot enough to enjoy outside but you could feel the autumn air creeping in. She had said it felt like she was experiencing a warm hug of a loved one she missed.

Jungkook told her six months after dating, when she laughed at that comment he heard bells ringing and that is how he knew. She didn’t really believe him at first but the more she knew Jungkook and the more she fell in love with him, the more she believed him.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook asks as he slams the car door shut, saying a quick hello to their driver and moving to pull her closer to his body. “You’re pouting which usually means you’re thinking hard about something.”

She let out a little snort as she moved so her head was leaning against Jungkook’s shoulder as they made their way towards the district Yongsan-gu, the Christmas lights were just starting to go up around Seoul and while Summer is her favourite for many reasons, winter in Seoul has as special places in her heart.

“I’m thinking about when we first met,” She snuggled in closer to Jungkook let out a snort of his own.

“Ah yes, in a lift we weren’t supposed to be in,” Jungkook let his fingers crawl down her arm before linking them together.

“Pancakes or waffles?” She asked the first time she held out her hand for Jungkook to hold. “Do you hold your hand with your fingers laced together?” She said as she demonstrated what she meant, locking their fingers together tightly “Or you do you hold them palm to palm.” She unlocked their fingers and held Jungkook’s hand palm to palm.

“Waffles, obviously,” Jungkook replied, quickly linking their fingers back together, “Always waffles.”

“I always feel bad,” She commented as she watched the lights pass by. November had brought a cold wind to the air this winter; there had been a national debate on what day the first snow would be, “I felt like I was keeping you from something.”

“No,” Jungkook laughed a little bit, “The only thing that made sense that whole day was you. I can’t describe it when we were locked in that lift; it felt so small and so compact but the moment you started speaking, the way your voice washed over me like a calmness I can’t describe; I just knew you were meant for me.”

“Sap,” She laughed softly before leaning up to press a kiss into Jungkook’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Jungkook pulls her back down to his embrace, “I love you so much. Every year it gets bigger and bigger and sometimes I’m a little worried about what to do with all this love I have for you.”

She doesn’t respond, not because she doesn’t know how to but because she knows Jungkook likes to tell her that she’s it for him, it’s always kind of been the same, from their one year anniversary to now.

They’re lying together, chest to chest, watching each other as their breathing starts to slow and their bodies start to cool. She hasn’t managed to look away from Jungkook’s eyes, they’re as dark as the night sky but they shine like they have their own universe wrapped up in them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook whispers softly, he doesn’t wanna break the spell of what they have going on right now. “I love that I get to see you like this.”

“What? Hair a mess from the way you pull at it and lips puffy,” She let out a little laugh, she’s laughed more this year than she has ever before, she’s come to realise.

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head, his left-hand moves to cup her cheek, he leans down and places what can only be described as the softest kiss in the world onto her already kiss bitten lips. “You’re the softest in the mornings and just as we go to bed, when your alarm goes off you hit snooze two times because you can’t stand odd numbers, something to do with the fact you were born on an even day, you wake up so slowly”

She takes a deep breath, listening to Jungkook as he speaks about what he’s managed to notice.

“You go to bed, with the softest smile on your face no matter what day you’ve had. It doesn’t matter how long it has been since we shared a bed you’ll always welcome me back with such love and heat that it makes harder to leave each time and I know we’ve only been doing this a year and that can be a scary confession for some people but I need you to know that I think I’m in this forever.”

“Mr Jeon,” The taxi driver’s voice pulled her back out of her memories, “We have arrived.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook replied, double-checking that there is no one following them before opening the door, he quickly pushes some notes in the division of the front of the car. “Hope your night goes well.”

Once out of the car, they walk up to the lift that is hidden under the apartment building that BigHit rent for the boys. When Jungkook first entertained the idea of her moving to Seoul and living with him, he had to tell her about the living situation he was currently tied to.

“So you all live in an apartment building?” She asked as she munched on some lettuce, they were currently sitting in a restaurant in London; Jungkook had come out to visit her after finding out he had some time in between concerts.

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, he fiddled with the cutlery that was sat in front of him trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say, “I know it is weird, seven young men living together and working together like a lot of people don’t get it.”

“It’s not weird,” She cut him off, she licked her upper lip to get the food that was there, “If you all get on well and you’re each other families then it is not weird. If it brings you comfort to be close to them and have them within touching distance, then it is not weird. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, then they are the weird ones.”

Jungkook was pretty sure he loved her even more then.

“Do you know what you’re getting the boys for Christmas?” She asked as they made their way up to the Penthouse floor, Jungkook had mentioned earlier in the night that most of them had decided to stay in and chill after a week of hard promotion for an album that comes out in a little over two weeks.

“I don’t think we’re doing presents this year,” Jungkook said as he pulled her into his embrace, moving the pair of them so she was stood in front of him as he leaned against the lift wall, he buried his face in the space between her neck and shoulders breathing her scent in for a moment, “I think it’s because we’re getting older.”

She couldn’t help the snort she let out and the little giggle after it, Jungkook was pretty sure that it was his favourite sound in the world. His arms tightened around her waist as they rode higher into the sky.

“You may be getting older but that has never stopped you from buying presents,” She commented, she pulled away as she heard the ding to signal that they had arrived.

“Jin is nearly thirty-three,” Jungkook commented as he reached down to lace their fingers together, “We should stop buying them.”

“Age doesn’t matter,” She argued as they walked into the shared space, “Presents are for all ages.”

Jungkook turned to argue but saw the room was full of people that he didn’t expect.

“Oh look,” Taehyung called out once he saw the pair, “It’s the happy couple.”

Jungkook tutted, “Please we know you’re jealous.”

“Of who?”

“Me,” Jungkook reeled off not missing a beat with their banter.

“I can’t argue with that,” Taehyung concedes quickly, winking at the girl next to Jungkook as she moved around the sofa to sit next to the second youngest. She tapped him on the shoulder as she brought her bare feet under her to keep them warm. “Where did you both go today?”

“Went for food,” She said as she opened her arms for Jungkook to snuggle into them, it took a while for her to be comfortable with physical touch, especially around other people but they made it five years into this and communication was always key with them.

“I just don’t like people touching me,” She argued, Jungkook had managed to find the one flaw Y/N hated about herself, the one this she wanted to hide from him forever, “I don’t know why I’m like this, I’m sorry!”

There were tears before she knew there were tears.

“Hey, no,” Jungkook is down on his knees and hands on her face wiping away tears before she could realise, “You do not need to say sorry, there is nothing wrong with it Y/N.”

She sobs for a few more minutes before Jungkook continues;

“I’m sorry if I was too strong with it,” Jungkook lowers his head so he can meet her gaze. “It wasn’t fair for me to push you too quickly. We’ve only been doing this for a few months. I should have known better. Should have spoken about it.”

She sniffed at his words, tears starting to slow down as she listened to him.

“Baby if you don’t like public displays of affection then that’s okay, it’s not a no for me.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” She sniffed hard, “It’s more that I’m not fully comfortable with it.”

“Well, we can start slow,” Jungkook spoke, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin, “We can go at your pace always.”

“Did we lose you there?” Taehyung’s voice brought her back to the present, he leaned over Jungkook to look at her with concern.

“You didn’t,” She smiled, eyes full of happiness as she turned to look at Jungkook, “I’m right here.”

“What are you guys doing for Christmas?” Taehyung asked the couple, he watched on fondly as Jungkook leaned further back into Y/N’s embrace.

“We’re staying here this year,” Jungkook answered, he pulled her hands around to his chest where he continued to play with her fingers, “It’s our fifth year together at Christmas and we had kind of wanted to have it to ourselves, no rushing around to find time for others you know.”

“Mum’s not keen but I can’t be bothered to fly out to England right now and a chill Christmas is exactly what we need after the dress of this year,” She replied laughing a little bit as she thought of the year they had.

“3...2...1… HAPPY NEW YEAR,” the crowd cheered around them, shouts and screams and wishes of well-being for the new year ahead. She had been standing with a crowd when she felt Jungkook pull her into his embrace.

“Happy 2024 baby,” He kissed her softly on the lips, “Here’s to another year filled with love.”

“Happy new year!” She giggled as she pulled away from him to look at him, “Can you believe this year will be our fifth year together.”

“Mmm,” Jungkook kisses her again, “Time really does fly when you have fun,”

“What do you think the year will bring?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook confesses, “I’m not bothered, I just want us happy and healthy and full of love.”

“Agreed baby,” She leans up to kiss him “You and me forever.”

It’s not until a few months later, in the middle of March when it happens.

There’s a phone ringing that pulls Y/N out of her sleep, she rolls over with a groan and pushes her head into Jungkook chest, fingers pinching slightly at his abs.

“Baby, your phone,” She mumbles into his chest, lips grazing against his skin. “Please answer it before I launch it against the wall.”

“Okay,” He mumbled, he groaned slightly as he moved to the side to pick the object that was disturbing their peace so much. “Namjoon what the fuck have you seen the time.”

She let herself close her eyes, falling asleep at the sound of Jungkook. She was almost asleep when she heard the tone of his voice change.

“What do you mean have I been leaking information about us?” Jungkook sounded harsh, a cruelness to his voice that she had never heard before. “Neither of us has been talking to the press Namjoon, c’mon how could even ask that!”

“Hey,” She pushed herself up onto her elbows to hover over Jungkook, his eyes snapped to her as she looked at him, “Take a deep breath baby, let Namjoon talk and we will figure out what’s going on.”

“I know what’s going on!” Jungkook replied harshly, “Someone leaked out fucking pictures at Dispatch.”

“Okay,” She took a deep breath, “Firstly I will not be spoken to like that so please watch yourself, secondly there is no need to get angry at Namjoon it isn’t his fault and thirdly, okay we will deal with together.”

“I just wanted something that was mine,” Jungkook said after a moment had passed, “I just wanted you as mine before anyone else found out.”

“I’m always going to be yours, baby,” She soothed, she ran a hand through his soft hair, “Nothing will ever change that.”

“What’s on your mind?” Sammi asked as she plonked herself next to Y/N in the boys' shared living room. “You look like you’re thinking hard.”

“I’m just thinking about the start of this year,” She sighed in her reply as she moved to face Sammi, Jungkook had moved to the dinner table where food had been set out.

“Tough start,” Sammi agreed “But you both made it through and you’re here.”

“I know,” She said, she let herself move into Sammi’s space; resting her head on the blonde’s shoulder, “It’s just been such a year and now it’s coming to an end is a little bittersweet.”

“True, but it’s no 2020” Sammi replied, “No year could get worse than that.”

“I know he still gets anxious sometimes when we’re out and it’s frustrating that I can’t do anything about it.”

“Hey,” Sammi takes hold of Y/N’s hand, “You can’t think like that at all, you’re doing so much for him just being there for him and if he needs more he’ll come to you.”

“He just wants a quiet Christmas this year and that’s not like him at all,” She confessed, “He usually likes to be around either of our families and drinking too much and falling asleep on the sofa before getting up to play games.”

“I know, Yoongi was telling me,” Sammi tucked Y/N’s hair behind her ear, “But you both need a break and Christmas is such a good time to take it.”

“I just want him to be happy” She looked over to where Jungkook was eating noodles with Taehyung, listening carefully to what Jimin was explaining to them.

“And he is happy,” Sammi promised, “I have not seen him unhappy around you.”

“Sometimes I do wonder though,” Y/N admitted, as she turned to look back at her friend, “If I’m doing enough,”

“Of course you are,” Sammi confirmed, there was never any reason to doubt what Sammi had said.

“This year,” She paused, thinking of the right words to say before continuing, “With the photos being leaked and the idea that I could have been ruining Jungkook’s career and then the other idea that it could have potentially ended us as a couple, I just want this year over with.”

“Babe,” Sammi soothed as moved forward so she could look at the other girl directly in the eye, “There was no way you could have ruined Jungkook’s career, you know that deep down. Just like you also know that there isn’t anything that man wouldn’t do for you, so I highly doubt he would have ended your relationship just like that.”

“Scary thought isn’t it,” Y/N croaked, trying to keep her tears at bay, “The idea that I could have lost everything.”

“But you didn’t,” Sammi reminded her, “I would have kicked him in the balls if he let you walk out that simply.”

“You’re a good friend,” Y/N smiled at her, “I’m always glad I got to meet you.”

“Okay so you need to know the basics,” Jungkook said as he brought her into the building for the first time, “There is Namjoon, who is our leader, Seokjin the oldest, Yoongi is the second oldest, Hobi is third, Namjoon is fourth oldest but he always comes first in the fan chants because he’s the leader, then there is Jimin and Taehyung and finally me. Some of them have partners-”

“Jungkook, baby, breathe,” She said, cutting him off, she takes a hold of his face in between her hands. “Who has a partner that I need to know about?”

“Well currently at the moment, it’s Yoongi,” Jungkook replied, he looked down at his shoes before continuing, “Sammi, they’ve been together for about two years now, they do long distance at the moment which suits them fine but I think Yoongi is going to ask her to move across.”

“Do you think she will?” Y/N asked as she watched the numbers in the lift go higher and higher, nerves rattling around in her stomach.

“I think so,” Jungkook replied, “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” She smiled, the doors opened up and what she had expected to be utter calmness was absolute chaos.

“I promise you I didn’t take it!” A voice shouted as they stood by the table in the middle of the room, “Why would I take it when I could buy one of my own!”

“WHY do you do anything you do, Taehyung?” The blonde-haired boy shouted at who she assumed as called Taehyung.

“Wow” Taehyung threw his hands up in the air, “And you call yourself my soulmate.”

“Guys calm down,” A taller man walked into the room, phone glued to his hand, “Jungkook said he was bringing someone important back for us to meet and if they walk into hearing you both yell at each other it isn’t going to make a very good impression.”

“Namjoon,” Jungkook’s voice rattled through the room making everyone in the room pause as they turned to look at him.

“Jungkookie!” Taehyung yelled as he brought him into a hug.

“Okay!” Came a female voice, “I was told I might finally have an ally in this madhouse!”

“Sammi you say that like Yoongi doesn’t give you everything at a drop of a hat,” Jungkook laughed as he wrapped a hug around Sammi.

“Sammi, this is Y/N,” Jungkook reached back to pull her forward so he could make the introduction properly, “Y/N this is Sammi, funniest person I know.”

“Finally, I’ve been acknowledged as my rightful place in this group,” Sammi smiled.

“Don’t act like you didn’t text me to say that!” Jungkook laughed.

“Ah!” Sammi acted shocked, “I did no such thing.”

The laughter went on into the night and Y/N has never ever been more glad she yes to a boy she probably should have said no to.

“It’s snowing,” Jungkook said as he wrapped his arms around Y/N who was standing at the floor to ceiling windows, “That means it’s the first snow of the season.”

“And on Christmas Day,” She hummed as she turned around in his arms to kiss him softly.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly as they began to sway a little bit.

“I am,” She answered, all the worries she had a week prior had disappeared, here with Jungkook in his new apartment that he bought as a gift to her.

(“It can’t be right now,” Jungkook said as they walked around, “But it can be a someday?”

“Yes,” she cried a little bit, “It can be someday.)

They’ll eventually grow older together, children will make their way onto the scenes; their friends will have old and new loves and the world will keep on turning but for now, hidden away in the city of Seoul were two people celebrating their fifth Christmas together.

“I love you,” Y/N whispers and Jungkook would whisper his response and she will swear down to that very day that for a moment, world peace had actually been restored.

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[D E C E M B E R 2 0 1 9]

Your hands fly up to your face when you can hear the first few beats of the song they were supposed to perform at the KBS Song Festival. Of all songs to choose, they had to choose just one of the most iconic debut songs of all time?

As usual, Beomgyu was fitted right into the centre, because where else would he fit better? And Taehyun was given the opening line and then Kai pops out from nowhere looking like a toy poodle with that hairdo of his. Then our favourite bunny leader finally shows up-

And of course, Yeonjun gets the chorus, as he does the dance break where he winks into the camera. The tiny, version of you is struggling to pick up the million pieces your heart had just shattered into in your chest. 

“Yah, Yeonjun is so cool-” Minjung coos about it to So Eun. 

“How in the world did he manage to maintain his top trainee ranks?” Another trainee, Gahyun, leans back in the sofa you were previously sitting on, fiddling with the string from her hoodie. “We take turn to kiss the top before sliding back down.”

The group of female trainees laugh boisterously, but you are caught up in the likes of Yeonjun, and Yeonjun only. How lucky did you have to be to get into this company, the one only made popular recently because of BTS, and became known as ‘Yeonjun’s favourite female trainee’? 

“y/n, would you sit down?” Gahyun gets up just to tug on your shirt, pulling you back to the couch. 

“Why’d you interrupt her? Couldn’t you see she was whipped?” Minjung snickers, interlocking her arm with yours and leaning her head on your shoulder. “As much as I ship you and Yeonjun together, aren’t you afraid BigHit’s going to screw with you for being so close to his new money-making machine?”

“What?” You look down at Minjung, the maknae of the group you debut in. She’s three years younger and she’s nothing but a baby. "Whoever said anything’s gonna happen?”

Gahyun scoffs from the side, raising a teasing brow at you. “Maybe not now but in the future? Please.”

“But didn’t y/n have something going on with Lee Know from Stray Kids?” So Eun peels open a salad box and shoves a fork of salad and chicken into her mouth. 

Min Jung gasps, eyes widening and mouth open. “You had something with Lee Know? Like- the main dancer of Stray Kids?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Gahyun raises a brow. 

“No, I had something for Lee Know, and I’m through with it.”

Minjung pouts and leans her head against your shoulder again. Ju Rin (who would be your leader) walks into the room before anybody else can say anything. 

“Why’d you stop?” She lays some packs of drinks on the table. “I heard something about Lee Know.”

“Am I the only person who doesn’t know anything about this-” Minjung frowns and nudges you, arm still linked in yours. 

“Yes,” So Eun mumbles through a full mouth of salad and chicken. 

“What? Why?” The maknae whines, and Gahyun pulls you over for her to note one of your group practices.

“Fewer people knowing equals less risk,” Ju Rin sucks in a deep breath. There’s a gentle wheeze because one of her nostrils is blocked from the air-conditioning in the room. “I don’t think it’ll be wise if people know of their relationship before we even debut.”

“But what was it like? Why does it sound like... you fell out with him?” Minjung’s soft voice tugs on all the heartstrings in your chest. 

Gahyun, Ju Rin and So Eun fall silent, with Gahyun looking up from the screen to you. 

Ju Rin shoves her hands into her pockets. “You don’t need to tell her if you don’t want to.”

Minjung pouts, earning your attention despite Ju Rin’s defense. 

“That’s because we did. After he debuted, we no longer texted or hung out as much. I was mad and said some stuff... and since then we haven’t really had a proper conversation.”

“What?” Minjung finally sits up and pulls away from you. “Wait a minute, didn’t you visit Stray Kids with Yeonjun in August?”

“We did but... It was still kind of awkward. Not much was done besides us giving them a fruit basket.”

“I hate to butt in and say this but...” Gahyun locks her phone and leans back into the couch, turning her head to you. “It might’ve been for the best. He’s debuted and you’re set to debut soon. The last thing you would want is to get into a scandal with him.”

“I know,” Your eyes travel down to your hands. You’ve peeled a piece of skin too far up the cuticle of your finger, and the blood’s smudged a little, enticing you to shove it into your mouth to get rid of the redness. The metallic taste of your own blood stings your taste buds, but not as much as the truth is stinging your gut. “That’s why I’m not doing anything.”

There is a hair-raising silence in the air that’s packed with awkwardness - nobody knows what to say. So, thank God TXT bursts through the room after their performance, sweat in their hair and their microphones being peeled off their cheeks. 

“Well, well, well, looks who’s back!” Gahyun lifts a hand and does one of those bro handshakes with Taehyun. “High notes for days, man.”

“There’s a reason why I scored an A for vocals, you know,” Taehyun rolls the microphone wire around the pack and hands it to the staff. 

“Subtle flex but alright,” Gahyun snickers. Yeonjun hands his microphone pack to one of the staff members, and he turns to you, shaking his head and again showing his disapproval of his own performance.

“Why? You did well.”

“Nah,” He shakes his head and pats Minjung’s head. “Could’ve been better.”

“Whaaaat?” Someone should start counting how many times Minjung says ‘what’ today. “Who are you kidding?”

“Who are you kidding?” Soobin finally chimes in after pulling his jacket off. “Improvement’s great but there’s no reason to harp over a performance that’s already done.”

“I’d correct you there, but I’m too tired to get engaged in a discussion with you.” 

Soobin grins in response. Minjung starts swooning about their performance while you listen to Ju Rin, Gahyun and So Eun fight with Beom about something stupid.

“Hey, um,” He calls out to you after some time, Yeonjun making sure that nobody was really eyeing the two of you. “Could I have some time?”

Chicken. That’s what your heart is now. A headless chicken running around in your chest and if it were possible, screaming. 

“Uh, yeah, sure,” A gentle frown is bestowed upon the space between your brows. Yeonjun turns on his heels as you get up from the couch, eyes scanning the room and only one person meets eyes with you. 

Ju Rin eyes are gentle, but full of caution. Do not do anything stupid, her eyes say. 

By the time Yeonjun’s gotten you to a corner of the floor where there was nobody around and no camera in sight, you’ve already run into half the groups that were performing today. You even ran into Hyunjin on the way, who does nothing but politely greet Yeonjun and squint at you instead. 

But there was no doubt - your heart is racing and ramming so hard against the inner walls of your ribcage that would’ve been enough to fracture a rib. Sweaty palms and a damp back calls for an uneasy flapping of your top around your neck, absentmindedly wiping your hands against the pockets of your shorts. 

“What is it?” Shoving your hands into your pockets, you can only hope he doesn’t notice you’re shaking. 

Yeonjun peers over your shoulder to look behind you, though he doesnt’t really need to put in any effort to do so. After making sure nobody was around, he looks down at you, only because his eyes are easily a palm’s worth taller than you, probably more.

“Look, I just... I just wanted you to know that I am so grateful to have you in my life... I don’t think I could’ve done it so easily without you.”

What is this? A confession? No, it can’t be. Yeonjun’s not the type to risk his career for love - or is he? What’s he going to say? Hell, what am I going to say? I’m not prepared for this.

“I just wanted to tell you in person, in private that-”

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

“You’re one of my best friends; you’re like a sister to me and I just... there’s nothing I could do to show you how much I appreciate you...”

His words have faded out. Your heart has stopped, simply from the exhilarating pot of emotions that’s completely died. 

This wasn’t the plan. He wasn’t supposed to friendzone me like this - no, sis-zone me.

“Uh, yeah.” The words. They are automatic. You are not processing them because they just slip off your tongue like a natural reaction. Your breathing’s shallow, but Yeonjun’s so far up in his cloud-nine that he doesn’t see it. “Of course. Anything for you. You’ve helped me through my training. It’ll be shit of me if I didn’t give back.”

You’re about to hurl, but he’s about to give you a hug he thinks would be healing, but you might just punch through a wall for being so foolish.

"Alright, I've said whatever I wanted to say. Man, it sure feels great to get these things off your chest."

Sure is.

Why didn't you see this? Why did you think he was going to confess? I am an absolute dumb piece of- low-life son of a-

"Hey," He calls out to you. He's already about a few metres from you, toes pointing to where you both came from. "You following or what?”

"Uh, I think I gotta use the washroom for abit."

"Oh," Yeonjun's shoulders sink a tiny bit. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm..." Your eyes wander off him, unable to maintain your gaze on him. It's unbearable, to know that you've played yourself so hard. "I'm fine. I just need to do a... number two."

Yeonjun winces, then cringes, then waves you off teasingly while half-jogging back to his own rehearsal room.

The walls of the corridor feel extra empty now, though they already are. The sunlight from behind you is heating up your back, because now you're feeling the cold, harsh reality of being the stupid on in all your dynamics. Grey streaks on white marbled floors reflect the fluorescent ceiling lights as you struggle to take a few steps to the washroom - not because you didn't want to go, but because you knew that once you were within the safety of 4 walls, nothing will stop the tears from running.

Stupid, wishful, hopeful dreaming.

The plastic toilet seat clanks against the ceramic bowl when you sit down, and leaning your forearms on your thighs, you force some breaths in before the tears seep out. You have to be quiet though, lest you want half the K-Pop industry to realise you've officially clowned yourself.

The tears finally kiss the floor. One drop, then two and three and four and your palm is over your mouth to stop the sobs from escaping your lips. But a creak of the toilet door shuts you up even more, though the hiccups from the sobbing's still making you emit more noise, against your wish.

The footsteps are light and careful, and you can hear the person push the doors of the other cubicles open. The unknown person tries your door and falters, feet remaining right outside the cubicle you are in. Tear stained hands of yours quickly wipe your face and cover your mouth before you can let another squeaky sob out, but nothing will prepare you for when you hear that voice.

"y/n?"

It’s a split second before you surge for the door and unlock it, eyes flooded with tears threatening to dribble over your lower lids. There’s a slight surprise in his face as his eyes widen an almost-unnoticeable amount. Then it’s replaced with empathy, which is strange because Minho’s been so caught up in chasing his dreams that you don’t think he’s felt this kind of heartbreak before, falling in love with someone who doesn’t know you’re in love with them. 

He doesn’t say anything before he drags you into his arms, palm resting on the back of your head, patting the space between your shoulder blades.

It echoes through the washroom, the sobs, drowning you more in your sorrows than you’re already providing yourself. The vicious cycle is only dampened as your tears no longer hit the floor, and instead creates a darker shade of material on his shoulder where your head was resting. 

“It’s okay,” For the first time in almost two years, Minho isn’t upset or unpleasantly surprised at your presence. 

It’s not the comfort his voice provides, it’s the comfort his voice brings that makes you erupt even more.

“I’m here.”

[J A N U A R Y 2 0 2 0]

The uncle that mans the honey-glazed apple store of the night market back home couldn’t be happier to see the two of you. It’s a surprise he could still make out who you were under the snow-covered caps and masks and haphazardly-thrown-together winter clothes. (Which deemed your disguise horrible.)

You could tell Minho was smiling because his eyes creased under the shade of the cap as the elderly man leans over the stand. He hands you the apples and cups the side of his mouth with his palm, whispering, “You have no idea how many people have come by asking if this is the stall Stray Kids Lee Know buys his honey-glazed apples from.”

“How do people even sieve out this information?” Minho chortles, taking the apples.

“Beats me, the younger generation is scary nowadays,” He pulls away and pulls more apples out from the ice box under the stand. “Especially with their gadgets and all.”

“It was nice seeing you again,” The words are slightly muffled by the mask, but you manage to get your point across. “We’ll come back soon.”

“Come back when you’ve debuted! It’s been so long, why haven’t I seen you on TV?” He frowns, and the lines on his face become accentuated. You can’t tell if the creases highlighted his wrinkles or it was the other way round. 

“I’ve just been training, ahjusshi, I still have a long way to go.”

“What’s your role gonna be?” He points to you, and his finger is trembling because that’s how old he is. “This rascal’s like- a dancer or something, right?”

“‘A dancer or something’, ha!” You snort, nudging Minho in his side, who grunts upon the physical contact. “I’ll be listed as a main dancer too. I thought I’d be the leader because I’m pretty old to debut compared to the kids nowadays but there’s someone else older and more mature.”

“You? Leader?” Minho sneers with a full mouth. “Please.”

The store holder smiles, only to be jolted out of his dream of his two self-proclaimed children when someone else comes by. 

“You two better beat it,” He squints at the two of you, helping you leave quietly without unwanted suspicion. “I’ll see you soon.”

Minho waves at him, and you happily sing out a “Bye!” since nobody would recognise your voice. 

You could swear that there were people who took a double take at your company, but Minho was so pre-occupied with his dessert that it doesn’t give the passerbys enough time to process who he was.

“So, what’s next?” You pull your mask down to munch on the apple, as Minho quickly pulls his mask back up when he notices more people taking second glances.

“Well, we are releasing English versions of Levanter and Double Knot later this month...” A pause as he struggles to remember his own schedule. “And then a Japanese release of the same songs in March.”

Laughing the last few words off, he knows how absurd it sounds, though he knows its for the benefit of the group. 

“Damn,” You snort through your nose and the vapour through the mask still manages to forms a cloud that you walk through. “Y’all turning into Mr. Worldwide now.”

Minho chuckles under his breath, gently shaking his head. 

There’s an overwhelming taste of nostalgia on your tongue when you notice the snow getting heavier as you walk to the bus stop, the crowd finally tailing off. The cap manages to protect your eyes from the falling snow, but some still manage to get onto Minho’s lashes as he frantically blinks and groans adorably, rubbing his eyes to get them out. 

You smile ever so slightly under the mask, though he can’t see it. The snow looks like gold flakes as it drizzles in the distance; around the amber-lit lamp across the road. Cars, vans, trucks drive past and time feels like it doesn’t exist for a split second. Minho stays still next to you, head gently turning to take in the view around him. 

“February 2016,” Loud enough to get through the mask, he manages. “And it’s already January 2020.”

“Wow, thanks for reminding me that I’ve put up with your shit for so long,” Shoving your gloved hands into the pockets of your coat, you roll your eyes to look at him. 

The chuckle he emits sounds like bells during Christmas. “Do you remember what happened that day?”

“Mhm,” Your eyes fall to the floor, snow already thinly coating your boots. “How could I not?”

“You know... I auditioned for Cube, and got rejected that day,” A pause. Looking at him from the corner of your eyes, you don’t tell him you saw the email. “If you weren’t there with me, I don’t think I could’ve held myself together. I thought that was it. I thought... I had no other chance.”

A car whirs past, the mixture of crunch of snow and slush of water when it drives past cues him to pause again. Maybe he was telling himself not to cry.

“But then you were there with me, and I don’t think anything else could’ve held me together as well. I just thought I couldn’t break down infront of you. You and the rest of the crew needed me, and I couldn’t stop then.”

The twitch in your forehead tells you that you are complete shit at holding yourself together. You had to blink the tears out from your eyes before they threatened to fall over and dampen the rim of your mask. There’s that silence in the air again, but it’s warm and cozy despite the snow. It’s like the time you’ve spent away from him has been compensated in these two months. It’s like nothing has changed, even though the world around you has.

“Thank you. For being there when you didn’t need to...”

A pause. You’re terrified to look at him because you know he’s looking at you.

“And I’m sorry for treating you like you meant nothing to me, because you mean alot.”

[lesbiancarat]

PREACH IT!! SAY IT LOUDER FOR TH3 PEOPLE IN THE BACK!! *stands up and claps*

Just your comment, please I want to tattoo that entire response on my forehead so people could understand some stuff fjshdhsh. I very much agree with everything you have said, like I do think the bighit deal was more so with the help of say with western connections (which again does NOT mean pledis could have done this without bighit. They clearly could but I saw a theory on a YouTube comment where someone said they focused on the core fanbase aka in Korea which is their main market and it paid off imo) from helping with buisness side of things like we do have merch to buy directly (which I have my opinion on some merch ideas like why the fudge is bighit selling us water!? Bro you thought that worked with bts doesn't mean it will with seventeen) which wasn't common in the past or being able to film concerts with ease during the pandemic. Bighit clearly acknowledges that seventeen is a monster group in their own right I mean as you said, they break records and are 2nd behind bighits own group. They are EXTEMELY big in Japan. They are their own song makers, bang pd confirmed this when pleids was first announced in a press video so the fact people brush all of their achievements and statements because why, their streaming numbers are low?

And oohh such an interesting point as well! Very much i think the current mindset of kpop fans (or at least some) is that streaming is what equals success which to some degree, yes but as you said, many ignore the casual side of listening. People that find the song due to it being viral for whatever reason, a fancam getting popular like in the cass of hani from exid or whatever reason. Dwc is a great example and I saw those comments under their recent performance of that song and it makes me proud that the boys have a song like that. That it has its own "fanbase" quote on quote with how well loved that song simply is and well known. You don't have to have fans doing crazy streaming to be considered "popular", I mean I could give more examples but I don't wanna make this too long nor cause unwanted fandrama lol. Those casual listeners are extremely important and powerful I mean brave girls is a great recent example of that I think! It very much does seem like that when looking at the views, its mainly the core fanbase which isn't bad nor should we feel bad for not having crazy numbers. They seem more organic if that makes sense? Plus I agree, we can stream and can explain how it works, clearing up confusion about it like no emojis don't take down views and yes youtube does take away views but that is due to it making sure it isn't bots only viewing the video. Explaining that streaming should be done with a chill mindset and its ok if you don't stream. But hey, maybe we're too weird of fans to think like this fjajdjajs.

But some few updates! Seventeen is back on Instagram, fully everyone is posting away. Makes me happy hehe m, a bit funny it took so long for them to comeback but am happy nonetheless. The interactions that seungkwan does makes me super soft. Seventeen are also back with doing proper promotions so yay (also pledis is S Wording people over the mingyu issue finally so bless). As for me on the personal side of things. I have OFFICIALLY finished that video game ^_^ it took me a while but I have finished it, my last goodbye was completed and am at ease so to speak? Lowkey am planning on beating all the trophies in the game cx also may I ask about your thoughts on the album? Favorite songs, have you bought the physical cd?

ok finally getting around to this lol!!

and yeah that's absolutely true, pledis focused on kr promotions/fanbase first and foremost (and then expanded to Japan and is now looking toward the US/western promos in general). which i agree was a good thing. i think some companies get too greedy with wanting a group to be ~internationally famous~ that they ignore their Korean fanbase a bit too much and I've seen groups that have failed bc of it, so I'm glad that didn't happen w SVT

and yeah in terms of merch I'm genuinely grateful as an american that for this cb at least there was a US distributor which made things super convenient but wtf is going on w hybes merch those water bottles are not it TT it just sucks to see bc it's clear that at least as far as merch goes hybe doesn't have an interest in like. doing market research to figure out what carats want. which is funny bc they don't even have to start from scratch they could literally just ask pledis?? and tbh what's sad is i don't think hybe is like. purposefully trying to sabotage SVTs merch from my limited perspective i get the feeling they treat all their groups merch like that :( but since us carats have seen in the past what kind of merch we're capable of getting it's disappointing to see such a downgrade. and like tbf pledis's merch decisions were never perfect like that time they tried to sell replicas of the SVT rings and carats were rightfully pissed bc those are something the members earned, not something to be bought. and i also don't think hybe never has or never will make good merch, I'm sure they're fully capable of it. but it just seems obvious that they've put WAY less if any effort into understanding both the market (ie carats) and seventeens brand compared to pledis so like of course most carats aren't gonna like it :/ i really hope they step up their game and do better research or bring ppl onto the team who better understand svt's brand

and yeah i very much agree with everything u said about streaming! tbh i think this mindset isn't as uncommon as you might think, I've actually met a fair number of kpop fans who are critical of streaming culture but as u know there also are a lot of ppl who are really into it and those ppl tend to have the loudest voices. and unfortunately part of streaming culture is that if you question the methods or don't participate you must be a bad fan or secretly an anti or something ridiculous like that. so ppl who aren't into streaming culture end up learning to not be too vocal about it bc of how bad the backlash can be

yes! I'm glad to see insta line (+ now dk!!) active again. i still wonder why pledis made them stop using their ind instas, like I know all the theories people have as to why but honestly none that I've seen seem to fully make sense. it will probably be one of those things where we'll just never know the full story. but i digress!! regardless of the reason I'm just glad to have them back after all this time ^^

congrats on finishing the game! I'm glad it was able to help you work through your grief a bit and that you feel more at ease now ;-; and good luck with the rest of the trophies if you end up trying to get them!

as always I'm answering this a bit late so you may have seen already but i did get the physical album! it was a birthday gift so i only got it the other day, but according to my mom it arrived almost immediately after the album was released so as i said before, I'm very grateful for the US shop this time around ;-; as for the songs usually it's easy for me to pick one or two favorites but this time around it's genuinely a 4-way tie between heavens cloud and all the unit songs TT (i also love anyone and RTL, they're just slightly lower on the list in terms of preference if u get what i mean). i really hope some time in the future we get some kind of performance or special video or something for heavens cloud, since so many carats and the members themselves seem to really love it. i also think it's a song that brings up such beautiful imagery that it would be a shame if it never got any type of visual representation, you know? I'm also really curious to see a performance of wave, since iirc the members said the choreo is a lot more laid back/different from other perf unit choreos?? + that song also evokes such great imagery for me that like... makes feel like it needs some kind of movement so I'm just itching to see a performance. kind of like... even if i didn't know it was a perf unit song i would think it would be great to choreograph to if that makes any sense dhfkf. but yeah overall i think it's just a really solid album, as expected from summerteen ^^

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Tumbling Down

TXT AU: 6th member

Sara x TXT

Sara has an episode during the Bighit family photoshoot.

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“Sara, can I get you to look right over here?” The photographer held a hand up above the camera.

Sara did as told. He’d been directing the gazes of everyone in the lineup, trying to get some variety in the focus.

“And stop standing on your toes.” Sumi teased from behind her.

Sara scoffed. “It’s the shoes. You guys are all cheating.”

They’d been taking photos for close to two hours now, and they were still on the first set of outfits. Sara had been super excited for today, because a chance to hang out and work with all of the other Bighit artists seemed like it was going to be really fun, if not at least interesting. But with photoshoots, came a diet for three days before to reduce bloating.

The nutritionists had been better with her diet since her diagnosis, so it hadn’t seemed like it was going to be a big deal. Sure, she’d felt a little bit weaker but she’d been taking her meds so it had been fine.

But when she’d arrive and been zipped into her dress, it had been almost too tight. So the stylist recommended she not drink water or anything until the shoot was over. And if you couldn’t drink water, she couldn’t take her pill, and she could snack or anything else to make her feel better.

Which was why even as she stood there smiling at the camera, she could feel the edges of her vision going fuzzy.

just hang on until the next shoot. it’s a sweater and you’ll be able to hide if you eat something. she told herself.

“Okay, let’s break for a bit while we change the lens.” The photographer announced.

Sara tried not to let her shoulders slump too much as she relaxed. She needed to sit down. She needed to find one of her boys and-

“I wish they’d give us our own photoshoot.” Sumi winked at her. “Bighit girls, or whatever. Or maybe women of bighit? I don’t know but I, Soo-ji, are you listening?”

Sara nodded, blinking to try and focus her vision. “Yeah...women of...women of...oh my god....Eonnie I’m gonna-” Her vision went dark.

“Soo - Sooji!” Sumi dropped with Sara, managing to catch her in her lap and keep her from hitting the ground. “Help!”

“Soo-ji!”

“Noona!”

TXT, who were usually so careful and polite around BTS, literally shoved Sumi out of the way to get to Sara.

“I’ve got her legs.” Hueningkai lifted her legs into the air, trying to get some blood flow back to her head.

“Soo-ji? Soo-ji can you hear me?” Soobin lightly tapped her cheeks.

“Someone get her meds please!” Yeonjun was standing and shouting at staff. “And some water.”

“Is this normal?” Sumi demanded, letting Jimin, who’d come running with the rest of the boys, pull her to her feet. “We should call an ambulance.”

“We will if she doesn’t wake up.” Beomgyu promised. “This....it’s happened before.”

“It’s happened before?” Namjoon asked. “And her meds? What is going on?”

“She has anemia and we really don’t have the time to explain it to you.” Soobin said, his tone sharp but not harsh. 

Namjoon gaped at him.

Taehyun smiled apologetically at him, though it didn’t reach his eyes, which were still filled with stress. “It means that her blood is-”

“I know what anemia is.” 

“Soo-ji, if you don’t wake up right now I’m smacking you.” Yeonjun said to her unconscious body.

“Soo-ji?” Soobin was pinching her cheeks.

She moaned slightly, turning her head away from his hands.

“Noona?” Hueningkai exclaimed. “Can you hear us?”

Her eyes opened slightly, and she groaned. “It happened again, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, it did.” Taehyun smoothed her hair back. “But we’ve got it.”

“Was it embarrassing?” She asked, leaning into his touch.

Yeonjun glanced at the gathered forms of BTS, at the staff running over with water and granola bars, and then back down at Sara. “No. Barely anyone saw.”

“Good.” Sara sighed. “Can I sit up?”

“Sure.” They helped her into a sitting position, Hueningkai placing her legs back on the ground.

Beomgyu had busied himself removing two pills from the container and opening a bottle of water. “Here you go, Noona.”

Sara took them, placing the pills in her mouth and taking a sip of water with shaking hands. Everyone was silent as she swallowed, as if that was the sign that things would be okay.

“I’m sorry, but what the hell just happened?” Sumi asked.

Sara looked at her, as if realizing they were there for the first time. “I thought you said no one saw.”

“I was being supportive.” Yeonjun offered.

“You just dropped, Soo-ji.” Sumi crossed her arms. “How the hell did we not know that? Me and you practice together with the girls all the time.”

Sara swallowed. Some of her colour was coming back, but she was still leaning her weight into Soobin’s side. “I normally can take my pills but I didn’t get a chance today.”

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked. “Do you need to go home, or to the hospital?”

Sara shook her head. “I’ll be fine if I eat something.”

“Soo-ji...” Soobin warned.

“Soobin...” She warned right back.

He sighed. There were days when Sara respected him as the leader, days when she’d argue with him over her opinions, and days where he knew that arguing would end with him losing.

Today was one of the last type.

“Fine.” He groaned. “But I’m seriously mad at you.”

“Noted.” She smiled at him. “Huka, can you get me a-”

“I got a snack!” Beomgyu exclaimed, handing her half of a granola bar.

“Thanks, baby.” Sara took it, taking a bite. “See, I feel better already.”

“If you think I’m ever letting you skip a meal you’ve got another thing coming.” Sumi pushed her own hair back. “That is not happening again. I thought you were dying.”

“Aw, Eonnie.” Sara tilted her head. “You do care.”

“Of course I care, you dumbass.” Sumi turned to Soobin. “You guys better take care of her or I’ll-”

“Stop threatening them.” Yoongi suggested. “It doesn’t look good.”

“You know what doesn’t look good? A girl literally dropping like a rock.”

“Won’t happen again, I promise.” Sara smiled. “I normally am fine if I-”

“Yeah, whatever.” Sumi pressed her face into Yoongi’s shoulder. “I’m stressed.”

“Me too.” Soobin nodded. 

[lookingforhobi]

♡ tour ♡

TOUR (Part Two)

Summary: It was just a tour with your friends to explore Seoul. But life gave you Namjoon. Yes, Kim Namjoon, the leader of a world-renowned group BTS.

Author’s Note: This is originally planned as ONE-SHOT but some comments were asking for it. Long overdue because life happens but here it is finally! Please don’t reupload or make YT content without my permission. This is purely imagination.

Click the link for the part one on my Youtube channel

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

au/genre/warning: too much heartbreak; mentions of self-harm, mental health issues; pregnancy warning, unprotected sex; aggressive

Word Count: 12.9k

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Your hands are shaking as you shuffle through the set of keys to your new apartment. This has been the biggest leap of faith you ever did so far. Well, aside from your craziness and dating Kim Namjoon! But you try your best not to think of him and remember the promise you made yourself not to reconnect with him anymore. You are here because finally you’ve gotten the offer in the University to teach- a dream that happened before you started knowing Kim Namjoon better, not just as idol but the real Kim Namjoon. You sighed when you finally open the door and immediately shut it behind you. It feels different and home sickness starts to creep in. The last time to set foot to this country was with your friends, with the goal just exploring what the place has to offer, but Seoul gave you Joon. “Here you go again with Namjoon, Y/N,” you sighed to yourself. Sometimes you wish you are in different world, in parallel universe. Maybe there, things would’ve worked out. Or maybe in another life, you’d be in the same world and life would be better. “Suck it up!” you told yourself. You can’t live in what ifs and what not’s. You’re here, now. That is what matters.

You picked up your phone and dialled your Mom’s number. Living away from home, with no friends around, in a place where your what ifs are, are kind of tough. You swallowed hard when your mom picked up. She was supportive of your dreams, but when she learned you’re going to Seoul she got worried. She knew about you and Namjoon, though confused what is the real reason of the breakup, she knew you’re in for another heartbreak once your ways intersect again.

“My sunshine, how are you? How’s the apartment? How’s your flight? Have you eaten yet?” your mom worried as ever. “I’m good, Mom. Apartment’s nice, but I haven’t unpacked yet. I just got here. The flight? Urgh, I slept before the plane takes off so…” You laughed. “that’s good. Do you have food there? At least eat something before resting. You can unpack later" You smiled at her remarks, you’re going to miss her sweet nagging and the way she babysits you sometimes. “Mom, I’m a grown-up woman. A strong independent woman. Okay? Don’t worry. I got this handled like a queen!” you chuckled. “Like me,” she added. The call run for what it feels like forever, as you talk about your goals and schedules and anything, you started unpacking your stuff. Placing the family photos carefully and making sure your apartment feels like home one way or another. You smiled seeing your friends’ photos. It was the greatest adventure that winter. It was unexpected, the events were unplanned, it left a big impact of your life..and to think about it, it is one of the reasons you decided to pursue your dreams. Partly, Namjoon pushing and keeps on bugging you to, but mainly because this is where you dreamt of settling way long before you knew BTS exist. Your fascination to South Korea, the culture, tradition, and history of the place made you fall in love, added the amount of KDramas you grew up with- being Goong on top of the list because of the historic and cultural twist of that rom-com.

“Rom Com,” you laughed to yourself. The word that got Namjoon puzzled the first time you talked about favourites. He made a lot of funny poetic thing out of those words, clearly making a big deal of flexing his brainy ass! You smiled to the memories of your dating journey. But as soon as you realised, bitterness and sadness took over again. It has been 3 years since the breakup, and you can’t still take it out of your system. You blamed yourself for being a weakling, a coward. Overly dramatic and pathetic. Well, that is what other fans told you when they found out he’s dating someone. Great thing is BigHit got to intervene before people starts digging into HER that makes Namjoon’s heart flutter and inspired. Writing the song HER in record-breaking time. You can’t bear to hear it now without crying your eyes out for days. It teared you out completely, leading to issues that needs professional help. He didn’t know about that, of course you would never say it. You ended the relationship without further explanation. You dropped it like it doesn’t matter anyway. “It was just a fling.” That was what you said. But you know clearly it was not.

Of course, it’s hard dating an idol. The moment you stepped into the airport when you left after your Seoul getaway, you knew it won’t work. You cling on to the promise that he’d make time to visit you secretly, or make sure you can come to their concerts if your schedule permits. But as life gave you Namjoon in an unexpected time, fate decided to give you the bitter reality. He missed your calls, he forgot your birthday, he’d text once a month. You tried to understand all of that. He clearly has dreams to chase, and you can’t expect him to be with you-especially with their growing popularity. All the concerts, and pressure of producing new tracks, is too much for him…and you came along. Another added stress to what is already on his shoulders. He pleaded to make it work, but you knew it won’t. The biggest part-lack of human touch. You crave for it. You needed it. You needed to be reassured, and you consider touch as your love language. And it is very impossible for two people living miles apart. Heck, worlds apart! At first, you find ways. But virtually, is nothing compared to what you’ve shared back then. The amazing touch, sounds you never knew existed, his deep voice moaning your name… You shake your head once more. “Not gonna happen again. 3 years, Y/N. He moved on. You broke the poor man’s heart because you’re weak. So let him go. Let go!” you say that every day, like a mantra that keeps you going through the whole day.

You opened your SNS to check up on your friends and update them of everything. They are already planning of visiting you. Unlike with them, they did not break Yoongi and Jimin’s hearts. They made it clear after that triple date not to get involved emotionally. They knew better, you did not listen to them, hence they named you “the hard-headed, heart-breaker”. You love their honesty though, and the way they put up with all your drama and crying and making sure you’re attending therapies. It’s not that you’ve attempted to end your life though, you just didn’t find any more reasons to do the things you used to love. You started drifting away from everyone else, shutting doors even to your mom, your blank stares , and the forgotten ways to find happiness. They were the first to notice you drifting away from life. They initiated therapy sessions, made sure you were never alone but still maintaining your independence, and still respecting your privacy and preferences. They are your lifeline. And without them here, it is a tough journey. But you know, you were never alone really. You found your ways of dealing and living with it, you know the pre-warning signs. You grew stronger through it all.

By the end of the day, your apartment is tidied up, all your stuff are organised, and you felt yourself starving. You decided to have a walk around the neighbourhood, looking for essential spots around the area. You found your way towards one convenience store, and that is when it hits you. Looking straight ahead, his face is plastered everywhere- even on drinks! You wish you could just have amnesia and forget you ever met. If you could just start over, you would not let a strange man jumped into your taxi from the airport. You sighed as you try to ignore his grin from the coffee canister. You picked Hoseok instead. Their group has gotten huge that if you meet people from the outer space, they will certainly know about them, too. The idea made you smile, and as crazy as it sounds. But that what Namjoon has always manifested- their message transcends to everyone. Not just being popular but creating an impact that could change one or two lives. Yet he clearly cannot see how one group touched millions of people, and continue touching and attracting positivity to every homes. You are so proud of what they have become. Not that you have personal history together, but because before you’re HER, you’re an ARMY first. You look back to the moments when you have been struggling and how the group manage to lift you up. Ironically, the leader became one of the reasons for your confusion and heartaches for the last 3 years. If there’s an advice you can give to your younger self- DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH AN IDOL.

Weeks by, and little by little you get to adopt and create a system of how you’re going to survive this new beginning. You have also met some friends which are so lovely, even some from your country. Luckily, when Hallyu wave is the topic, you can manage to explain the true reason of you coming to South Korea- which is their rich cultures and amazing landscapes. You’ve also visited the places on your bucket list with the guide of your friends, particularly Felix. He has been very accommodating and welcoming and would give you amazing trivia about the places. You spend a lot of time together and sometimes he’d pick you up at work. He’s a nice guy, and you’re starting to like him but you know you’re not ready for anything yet. You made that clear the first time you talked about relationship, but not revealing the identity of the reason.

Days rolled to weeks, turned to months and before you know it it’s been almost a year since you’ve moved. You have been thriving and surviving, managing to build a wall between you and all BTS-related stuff. It has been quite a struggle because they are everywhere but you were able to filter the Namjoon you dated, pretend he’s a different guy from the BTS leader. Because from what you’ve learned, he is really different from RM. Namjoon is real, RM is just a tiny speck of Namjoon.

Fate must’ve been really bored one day you went to a coffee shop after work. It was an unexpected get together with your friends when a familiar face appeared. Your heart begins to race, you feel blood draining from your face, and you hold your breath. “Seems like you’ve seen a ghost” said Ligia. You can’t speak, you just stared at Manager Sejin and Namjoon entering the café. “You said you’re not into KPop?” asked Jenna. You can’t find answers, you can’t think. All you want is to bask in Namjoon’s ethereal presence. He still has that effect on you. The photos from everywhere is nothing compared to the actual Namjoon. Photographers don’t do justice no matter how they try. The man’s beyond aesthetic. His hair, that silver hair you always compliment…and did he hit the gym? He clearly did, his shoulders… his chest…oh that veiny arms who used to wrapped around your waist. That chest you used to sleep on. You’re longing for his touch…. You sit there staring at him, not minding all the questions and commotion from your friends. Not until…

“Y/N?” His voice, his heavenly voice, waking you up from your frozen state. “Oh my. You’re here? Here, here?” he walks towards you and all hell lose. You looked at your friends and strangers looking blankly at you two. Manager Sejin manages to warn anyone not to take photos, bodyguards started coming in. But you, everything seems to be moving slowly. “Ba---” he was about to say it, as if it’s the most natural thing to say. “Nam—Namjoon. H-hi" you finally found your voice, shaky and whispered, but still manageable. You didn’t know how but your friends seemed to be nowhere. It’s just you and Namjoon now, even Manager Sejin seems to have left. “Why? How? When?” he asked. Not sure how to answer, you just shook your head. “I’m sorry. I can’t, I… I don’t know how to explain.. not now, Joonie" you whispered. He smiled but you know he’s confused as well. You stood there for what it feels like eternity. You longed to touch him, you wish you could. But reality is creeping in. If you do it, it’ll ruin your Namjoon. It’ll ruin him and the guys. You cannot afford to do that. You kept your composure and bowed, attempting to walk away. Because any second, you’d burst crying and it’ll be no turning back. Your friends will start asking questions, social media will be filled of your photos, articles will be put up, heck Dispatch has its own ways of finding even your whole information. No, you must leave now!

“Can I at least call you?” he suddenly whispered. “I deserve answers, Y/N" he begged. You looked at him, he’s devastated as well. Was he struggling for the past years too? Trying hard to hide his true emotions, putting up a show for the whole world to know he’s doing great? You nodded. “Same info", you replied. “Thank you. It’s great to see you" he bowed, too formal, too stiff. He walked away first from the back door as Sejin walked past you. You bowed to both at them as they make their way out. When they’re gone, the store reopened but you chose to go home immediately leaving your friends with all their questions and worried looks.

You turned everything off- phone, SNS, laptop…anything that could connect you to the outside world. Right now, you just wanted to be alone. Soak in your own tears and begin hating yourself again. He was few feet away, so near…yet so far. You pinched yourself to make sure you can still feel anything except the emotional pain. Any pain, anything that could divert you from the thoughts of what if’s. “fuck it!” was all you can say while opening another bottle of beer. Sometimes you question how you get so lucky that Namjoon knows your existence. Yet cursed because every move means you could destroy him. “I just wanted a normal life! Date a normal guy! Hold his hand in public! Kiss him in front of the crowd!” You started shouting, over and over until you get exhausted. Curse.

You’re woken up by loud knocking. You checked the clock and it’s 4am, you only had 30 minutes of rest and whoever this is means it’s urgent by how heavy the knocks are. You remembered turning off all your connections, your friends must have been so worried. You peeked at the door, a tall guy’s silhouette stands there. “The fuck you want? Who are you??!!” you yelled. Beer breath coming out and you’re starting to get really dizzy. “open up Y/N" he whispered. “Namjoon? How the fuck did he managed to find me? You asked yourself. “Sorry, wrong house" you answered. “You can’t fool me. Let me in, please. It’s freezing" he begged. “Fuck Namjoon, it’s 4am what the hell are you thinking?” you asked him as you opened your door. You have enough beer in your system to act brave as you face the inevitable questioning. His scent was the first you caught. And God knows how much you missed that scent. 4 years since you’ve last smell that, and it brings back all memories. But now is not the time to think about those memories. “You’ve been drinking?” he has a hint of annoyance in his voice. You chuckled “duh!”. He sighed and sit himself down. “Why are you not answering?” now he seems concerned. “Disconnected outside world" you managed to reply as you tried your best to walk straight. “Jeez, Y/N! You’re wasted. This is not clearly the time" he remarked. “Yes, Kim Namjoon. This is not our time! There will never be our time!” you hissed in anger. He froze by your reply, hurt perhaps, and you started sobbing yet again. “In another lifetime, perhaps" you cried before everything turned black.

You woke up with the worst hangover headache. Everything feels heavy, and the sunlight is not helping at all. You groaned as you roll over your bed and noticed your clothes on the floor. Sudden gush of shock rush through your system as you try your hardest to recall the events from yesterday. NAMJOON! You immediately looked for signs of Kim Namjoon in your room. Aside from clothes on the floor, you’re also wearing new set of pyjamas. “Oh no no no no no no!” you prayed nothing happened between you. It will be a disaster, and you can’t let it ruin your lives again. You quickly run towards the kitchen and notice that the bottles of beer are now neatly packed by the kitchen counter, the living room tidy and not a single evidence of mess. “Joonie?” you asked. But no answer. You can’t be dreaming. No matter how drunk you were last night, you know he was here. He was, and the note on the table confirmed it.

Took the liberty to cook you breakfast. Also have medicines for headache. Lemonade on the fridge. Answer my messages/calls.

-NJ

You asked yourself how can he act as if nothing happened? Like you didn’t break his heart and tore him to pieces? Are you that irrelevant? Worth forgiving without even asking for one? How can he move on so easily? You did this, and your suffering for it but he acts cool and pretends to be okay. You pushed the food aside and went on to get the lemonade, which another note was attached.

Food first before medicine.

You rolled your eyes. And sighed as you open your phone. Messages came flooding through. From friends, your mom, voice mails, and notifications. But above everything, an unknown number with lots of missed call logs. You debated whether to call back that number, as if you don’t have a hint of who owned this number. Like on Cue, the number begins calling you. You were startled and almost dropped your phone. Your heart racing and skipping a beat at the same time.

“Hello?” you greeted.

“Finally!” Namjoon groaned.

“Why?” you asked plainly. “Nothing. Just making sure you’re up and eating.”

“Yes, I saw the notes. Thanks" you sighed. Then followed by silence.

“I have to go. But I'll call you again" he said, and ended the call.

What’s new? You mumbled to yourself. It was like that. It started with calls like that. He was always busy, you get it. You let him be, talk to you whenever he can. You never asked directly or demanded anything from him. His free time means writing new tracks, and talking to you at the same time. You were okay with it. His voice calms you down and brings comfort. He would send surprise gifts, too, with the help of Abi and Maigne.

You decided to call your friends.

“Whattt??? He went to your apartment? What was he thinking???” Maigne freaked out. “I don’t know, I didn’t get the chance to ask.” You answered. “Y/N! You didn’t…..did you?” Abi asked with questioning look. “No!.... I don’t know! I woke up with different set of clothes” you looked down, trying to recall everything but to no avail. “You…aiissshhh!!! I don’t know. How are you though?” Maigne asked, concern taking over. You shrugged because honestly, you don’t know. “Is there…is there any news? You know, SNS?” you waited patiently as both of them tried hard not to spill the tea. “Hmm. Nothing so far. Clear from dispatch. Comeback goals…, few buzzed about Namjoon and mystery girl at a coffee shop.. nothing much.” Abi said, as she scrolls absent-mindedly through her feeds. “Yeah, same", added Maigne. They were busy scrolling that they did not catch your reaction from the last statement. “Coffee shop". “What?” they asked in unison. “That was me" you swallow painfully. “Why would you leave that detail???” Maigne asked. “I was pre-occupied with him barging in my apartment. But yeah, that is how we met.” And you filled them with all the details you can remember. They are confused as well, and have different opinions on how to deal with Namjoon. “We’ll be filing our vacation leave soon. Hang in there, okay?” Abi reassured and you smiled as you ended the video call. You didn’t bother calling your Mom about Namjoon, she’ll just worry and you know she’s had enough of you getting your heartbreak.

You let go and ignored the urge to text him again. Besides, you learned that they’re preparing for their comeback. What you need to prepare is how to answer your new friends. Of course you can’t tell the truth. “I attended couple of album signing and other events for BTS. They have very sharp memories,” you lied. They didn’t bugged you again, as it has become a norm for the fans to attend public events. Days pass and you decided to focus on your work instead of basking around the idea of Namjoon, or reaching out to him. But then you receive a message from him:

Namjoon: Can we meet?

You: Outside? IDK Namjoon. It’s all over SNS

Namjoon: I’ll pick you up. The guys wanted to see you, too.

You: Is that even a good idea?

Namjoon: They missed you

You: Should we be talking first? I don’t want them to get the idea that I’m coming back

Namjoon: ok

You know it hurt him, just as much as it hurts you. But it is for the better. They might get the wrong impression of you coming back to Namjoon’s life just because you’re here now. They might protect you, they can protect you. They have been always supportive of you and Namjoon. But the main concern here is- will you be able to protect them especially Namjoon? You’ve put him in so much stress and heartbreak already, you can’t let that happen again as much as you missed him. His image is more important than anything. It’s the best you can do.

You: you can come here. We can talk here.

You were fixing your dinner when you heard someone knocking. You are not expecting anyone, except Namjoon. You furrowed your brows, it can’t be… But when you opened the door, it is him.

“Hi. Wasn’t expecting you. I thought we’d schedule or something,” you stuttered. “Oh, did I catch you in a bad time?” he hesitated. “No, no. I just thought you’re busy. Come in,” you try your best to calm your nerves. Seeing him here, miraculously you’re sober this time, makes you want to cling yourself around his arms. Feel him, touch him. It took all your might not to do that. “I’m preparing dinner. Do you wanna…join?” you can’t hide the awkwardness, but he smiled. The most reassuring smile. “Sure,” he attempts to stand up but you signalled him not to. It’s like you’re both testing waters, trying to hold back everything. “So, how are you?”, he asked while looking at the photos on the table. You scoffed “Surviving”. He nodded and smiled a little. “You?” you asked. “Album prep’s going on nicely.” “No, Joon. Namjoon. You.” You insisted. “I like it when you call me that. And yeah, I guess I am trying to survive, too” Then silence followed. You know it’s time to talk about what happened, but you don’t want to ruin dinner. Stalling, you’re good at it. Prolonging your agony perhaps but at least you’re buying a little more time to look at him. The man who was once you called home. “Dinner’s ready. Wine?” you want to kick yourself for offering alcohol when you want to talk about serious stuff. He nodded, showing his dimples. Your favourite…one of your favourite parts of him.

Dinner was fine but awkward. He tried to lighten up the mood by talking about the new album, the past concerts, the craziness of the guys, and how they get full schedule for the whole year. You are very proud of them, how they handle everything together all at once. “How are you, Y/N?” he suddenly asked. “I told you, surviving.” You replied. He nodded. “Listen..” you inhaled deeply. He sighed; he knows it’s THE TALK you’re going to have. “I’m sorry for bailing out.” You dropped your gaze on the floor, not wanting to see how devastated he is. “I should’ve tried harder. I should’ve... I should’ve fought harder. But I just couldn’t. I had to let go,” your tears begin to pool in your eyes. Your vision becomes blurry. He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. So, you continued, “You were the nicest guy- RM or Namjoon. And I just can’t be with you. I can’t ruin you, Joon. I won’t forgive myself if that happens. I can’t defend you. I can’t…” “please, stop” he sighed. “It’s not on you, Y/N. I was too busy I forgot about you, your needs. My promises” he sighed. “I knew it won’t work. But at least we tried?” you whispered, sobbing. “We did,” he whispered too, voice starts to crack.

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Months past, you focused yourself and everything into work that you never had any chance of thinking about what happened during that night. It was all dramatic but freeing. You stopped questioning everything and decided to move forward instead of dwelling in the past. He is doing well, too. You started to follow them on SNS again, started watching their new MVs and interviews. You smile once in a while, and ironically, their new songs comfort you. You were back being ARMY. Whatever happened in the past is far behind your control and concern right now. Besides, you are an ARMY first. You also started going to the places you once visited with Namjoon. Your favourite place to unwind and de-stress is the restaurant near Han River where you went on a dinner date. It was awkward at first, memories came flushing. But every time you set foot, it becomes your comfort zone. Plus the view is really relaxing and heavenly. One hell night, you were rushing to get away from all the stress of work, you drive all the way there only to be told that the whole place is reserved for VIP visitors. To your dismay, you sighed and stayed outside for a little while. While you were about to go home, someone called your name. “Y/N? Is that you?” You turned around and you were immediately enveloped into his hug. “Oh my! It is you! Wow!” Jimin giggled. “Jimin! Hi. Um, what…you’re here?” you asked in panicked. “Yes, the boys are inside. Come!” he pulled you. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Chim.” You said shyly. “Oh don’t worry with Namjoon. He’s cool, he’s moved on. We know.” Your heart pains by his remark. “Yeah. But… I don’t know.” You hesitated. “Just drop and say hi then I’ll let you be. I promise. We just missed you having around.” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and who would not fall for that trick? Especially coming from sweet Jimin! You sighed and you let him lead you inside. “Look who I found outside!” Jimin screamed. They all looked at you, mouth wide open. You can’t bear look at them but you turned your gaze to Namjoon. “Y/N?” he stood up and walk towards you. “H-hi. I was about to go home. You guys enjoy the night.” You bowed to them and walk away, but Namjoon caught your arm. “No, no. Stay for a while. Join us. Right guys?” he asked them and they all nodded. You caught Yoongi’s eyes and he looks at you with angry look. You move your gaze to the floor, trying to contain your tears. “Yeah, Y/N. Join us” he said plainly. You know Namjoon felt the intensity of Yoongi’s words, too, but he shook it off. You smiled a little, unsure about Yoongi’s reaction. “So, Y/N. What have you been up to? Are you staying for good? Or you gonna run again?” he asked bitterly. “Hyung. Let’s not.. please drop it” Namjoon interrupted. The guys fell silent. You inhaled sharply, you were put in a hot seat, might as well give them what they want to hear. To hell with all the inhibitions and pretentions. “Look, I messed up, big time,” you started. “Y/N, we’re good. You don’t have to explain. We’ve already talked” he whispered. “No, Joon. We talked, but they didn’t hear me. They also need to know. What happened was not just between you and I. They were affected, too. I know.” You sighed. “I messed up. You’ve been so protective of me, of us. You did everything to keep my identity away from spying eyes. You protected me in a way I can’t protect you. I… I felt useless, I felt like a hindrance. I can’t come near you because I’m too afraid to be exposed. I can’t let myself ruin your career.” You swallowed hard before continuing.. “Namjoon went through a lot, I know how it feels because I got my heart broken too, you know. But you were there to console him, you have full schedule to at least help him get off his mind from me. I have nothing. I always had you to comfort me, but when it all happen, I can’t even listen to a single song nor can’t bear to say your name. You were my comfort, and I broke you. It’s selfish. I’m sorry. I will leave you be.” You started crying hard. Not giving a fuck of what you look like in front of everyone. You let your heart out, you’re

standing there vulnerable and looking pathetic but you don’t care anymore. You wanted to scream, you wanted to say you still care but you didn’t. You didn’t want to hurt them again especially Namjoon. “You know we are ready to risk everything just to see Namjoon happy again. He was doing well. Now, you’re here again? Why?” Yoongi asked without any emotions. “They offered me a job here. I know I should’ve rejected it. It’s dumb. But don’t worry, I will not get in your way.” You answered back. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N” Yoongi softens. He looked at you and to Namjoon. “Is there a tinge of hope when you accepted the offer, that Namjoon is part of why you accepted it?” he asked. You looked at Namjoon and started sobbing again. Because yes, you knew Seoul is home. You knew he was here. You didn’t expect nor look for him, but you let fate decide. You readied yourself of the possibility of bumping into him. Namjoon was about to hug you but you stepped back. “I can’t do this. Not again. I’m sorry” you bowed and run as fast as you could. Away from them. You opened up another wound, you did this. But you also felt relief for having the chance to explain to the guys why you did what you did. It’s for the best. Hopefully.

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“So, since you’ve fully admitted to be an ARMY, can we please please please attend their concerts?”, begged Ligia when they announced the concert details few months after the storm within you had settled. “Concerts? You mean not just one day?” you asked bewildered. “YES! I’ve been saving up and finally getting enough money to go worldwide!!” she exclaimed proudly. You shook your head, “I don’t know. I have to look at my schedule first.” She screamed with excitement. “No promises!” you replied laughing. You fixed your schedule the next day you went to work, great thing concerts are scheduled during weekends. The ticket selling was nerve-wracking though! All your friends-ARMY or NOT, help you buy VIP tickets for both days. But Ligia seemed to be wanting more so with her constant nagging, you both applied for soundcheck for both days as well. And life gave you what you’ve wished for- both days with soundcheck privilege. “You’re one lucky, bitch!” she screamed when you told her you got them, unluckily for her she was not chosen. “Well, it was your idea!” you laughed, “I’ll sneak a photo or video for you” you tried to console her. “Namjoon,” she replied. All of a sudden, you gasp. “What??? I said I like Namjoon. Have photos or videos of him doing Bapsae please!” she begged. The memories of your first night came rushing on you. He was indeed great in that movement. You blushed as you tried to contain the giddy feeling taking over you. “Sure,” you managed to answer with cracking voice.

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The day of the concert and you and Ligia were too excited and messy all at the same time. Her enthusiasm got over you as well as you both giggle with the posters you made and the outfit you’ve chosen for each other. You were planning something comfortable but Ligia won’t drop the lace and harness the boys were wearing during the previous concerts and concepts. “I’m not sure about this. We’ll be standing, screaming, dancing and crying in these tight outfits for 2 hours!” you screamed. “As long I catch Namjoon’s glimpse, I don’t fucking care!’” she screamed harder. Namjoon, looking at other girls with these outfit. Bitterness takes over. You sighed and let go. You’re not in any position to complain. He’s heavenly, and his dark gaze would turn anyone into feelings not known even to themselves. You shake your head to dismiss another thought of him. The que is outrageous as expected! But one thing that is amazing- ARMY strangers turn into friends the moment you’re in the que. They are all friendly and giddy and for a moment you know you’re part of something big, a family, a universe. And for what it feels like forever you are glad you’re alive in this lifetime witnessing history made by BTS. Ligia decided to come early even if she’s not part of the soundcheck, she wanted to meet all the ARMYs and started distributing gift and tokens to her new found family. You smiled and waved at her when it’s time to enter the soundcheck area. Adrenalin pumping all over your system, like it’s your first time seeing them. You smiled, trying to recall the happy memories you personally experience around the guys. One by one, the guys showed up. Hyping ARMYs and the crowd goes wild. You were screaming as well, and then he saw you. Out of all the crowd, his eyes dart on you. He looked at you from head to toe, and back to your face. You suddenly stopped and bit your lips. The boys were busy saying something to ARMY but here you are locking gaze with their leader. You saw him mouth WOW while looking at you- in a black tight leather mini skirt, mesh stockings. Red lace bralette topped with black leather jacket, choker and harness all over your body. You were cursing Ligia for making you wear such outfit but seeing Namjoon’s reaction made you feel glad. He liked it, clearly. Then Hoseok went to him and bumped him, signalling they’re about to start the soundcheck. Hoseok saw you as well and waved at you with wide eyes and silly smile. Only then you heard ARMYs screaming and you’re taken back to your senses. You pinched yourself and tried not to be too obvious with what’s happening in your body every time Namjoon looks at you. He’s sending butterflies, making your heart beat faster, taking your breath away. You remembered your promise to Ligia and took the risk of getting your phone out. It is prohibited though, but you don’t care anymore. You’re doing this not just for Ligia but for memories of what is happening to you, to him, right here. Like he knows what you are doing he went near to your area, winked sending all the ARMY screaming. Then for a moment, they rested and talked. Hoseok laughed and looked at you and all the members nodded. Jimin went to talk to the producers and Yoongi talked, “Okay this is not in the setlist but guess what?” and on cue, Bapsae played! “Shit” was all you can say as they disperse taking their own places in the stage. And a tease as he is, he chose in front of you. Your eyes widened and he showed his smirk, and you swore as you almost dropped your phone. He was at it- hard and wild. Making you sweat, swallow, squirm and trying to compose yourself. You reminded yourself once again of the reasons why you both decided to stop trying. You were fine, but damn Namjoon teasing you like this. You can feel the heat on your cheeks as he dances in front of you, locking gaze subtlety. He’s enjoying this, and whatever it is you are teasing him as well biting your lips and parting them with a sigh. He laughed and shook his head when the song ended. “WOOOOOOWWW! Amazing! See you later ARMYs!!!” screamed Jungkook. And that marks the

end of soundcheck. Before they went back, he glanced at you one more. You smiled.

You were out and showing the video to Ligia when suddenly you received a text. You quickly grabbed your phone away from her just in time the pop-up notification shows.

Namjoon: Wow. Lace and leather huh?

You: Ligia made me wear it.

Namjoon: Suits you well, Y/N.

You: Stop. I’m not going for the soundcheck tomorrow anymore!

Namjoon: you got 2 days? Just my luck

You: Rest.

Namjoon: See you later.

You furrowed your brows to his last reply but dismissed it anyway. “Who was that? You’re blushing!”, exclaimed Ligia. “No one.” You quickly deleted the messages and hand her your phone, “You want to finish the video or what?” She giddily takes it and melts in her own world.

After the concert, you felt as if you’re drained. Every time a concert ends, it’s like it brings you to a state of separation anxiety where you don’t know what else to do except re-live every moment. It goes like that all the time. You hang in there till the next time you get to hype with them, and longing starts to creep in. They were beyond amazing tonight, setting standards for concerts to the highest. Ligia was so happy and can’t stop talking about them, now confused more than ever between who her real bias is. “So, who’s your bias? I was too focused and I lost count how many times I swerve lanes tonight!” she exclaimed on your way to your apartment. “I don’t have one,” you answered honestly. “They all hit you in different ways, you know? So I threw that bias list and hype up to whoever that gives me the most feels in different situations.” She nodded. “So glad I was able to see them live. We’re lucky” she remarked. Yes, you are. And to your luck, you noticed a car parked outside your building. Great thing Ligia lives on the other building so you went separate ways. “See you tomorrow! And be sure to wear the outfit we’ve chosen or else..!” she bids as she runs to her building. Your eyes started to linger on the car parked. You don’t want to get your hopes up but who would park there with an unreleased Hyundai Palisade?

You dismissed the thought and continue walking towards your door.

Namjoon: 2 minutes

You ignored the message and decided to reply later as you settled in your couch to rest. But your rest was disturbed at exactly 2 minutes. When you opened the door, Namjoon entered quickly, looking back if someone saw him. “Shit, took you so long to go home,” he remarked. “Are you insane? Why are you here, Namjoon! Fuck, there are people outside! You’re trying to get Dispatch expose you, huh?” He laughed and sighed, basking in the sight of you and your concert outfit. Suddenly you became aware of what you have done to him. “No. Hey, this is fun. But Namjoon, we talked about this.” You tried to calm yourself but your voice is failing you, cracking because of how intense he looks at you. “Why did you go to the concert?” he asked. “I’m an ARMY and I missed seeing you perform.” He chuckled. “I- I mean all of you. Pft, not you alone! You know.. you and the boys, and..” you are shaking under his gaze. “Yeah, and why dressed like that? You know you’re attending soundcheck and it’s not crowded” he whispered. You swear his low, dark voice, would be your death. “Ligia’s fault.” “Hmm” he replied and walk closer to you. You tried to walk back, you really need to walk away. This is going to be messy and you made mental note of how this would ruin you and his career. You know better, you have to. But your body froze, your heart beats fast, your breath shallow in anticipation. The butterflies went swirling and your heart just keeps on failing you. You blame your hormones for being too wild tonight, for letting it take over the moment your eyes lock during soundcheck. The intense gaze while dancing, the memories of you having wild sex that winter. The urge, painful urge of longing for his touch. The feelings are all too overwhelming. He feels it, too. That is why he is here, risking everything just to see you. It’s not lust, it’s not just mere body craving. It’s the longing you both have been trying to contain. You both tried ignoring it when he went for closure. You know how much he strained himself not to touch you, kiss you. But tonight, all of the what if’s and risks are slowly fading. You crave for him. God knows how much you miss caressing his silky hair, kissing his soft velvety lips, playfully poking his dimples. Seems like he can read your mind, he sighed. “Y/N,” he whispered and touch his forehead to yours. “what are you doing to me?” “Joonie, I think…” you can’t finish your sentence. You just want to grab him and kiss him like it’s your last day on earth. “Baby, I want you back” he whispered, longing voice, almost begging. “I need you, Y/N. I need my yellow. When you left, I struggled a lot. I am good at hiding, but this time, seeing you here. I am willing to take the risk. Please, come back” he hugged you tight you can feel his heart beating fast. “Namjoon, we’ve talked about this. It’s a big risk for you and the whole group” you cannot deny the fact that you wanted him, too. You wanted him and willing to do whatever it takes, but what if you ruin his image? The group worked hard to where they are now. You can’t just take it away from them just because you are deeply in love with their leader. “We are all adults, we are humans. We are not perfect just as the society wants us to be. We need love, too” he whispered. You melted, like a butter your heart melts away. Who are you to deprive the love Namjoon deserves? Who are you to take his yellow away? You are coward, and you’re making him look pathetic to be begging for you. “Baby, I want to. You know how much I love you. But what if…” he didn’t let you finish. You admitted that you’re still in love with him through these years is enough for him. He slowly dip his face towards you, inch by inch you can clearly see him brightening, gaining his own beam of light. He loves you, you love him.

Whatever it takes, you throw all your worries away. You kissed him. You let your love and adoration to Kim Namjoon take over. The kiss was surprisingly slow, no rush despite the years of being apart. You take it all in, passion and pure ecstasy. His lips as soft as ever, his hands caress your back delicately as if afraid this is not real. It’s like your hand has a mind of its own, you caress his soft silver hair. His hands travels from your back to your waist and before you know it, he’s carrying you to the couch. You sit on his lap, aware of all that is happening inside his trousers and the heat building up between you. You need to feel him, you want him so bad you deepened the kiss. His tongue gently asking for permission, and you let him in. Soft moans and gasps are all you can hear in the silent living room. Before you could go any further, you break it. “Why?” he whispered. “You still have concert for tomorrow, Baby. And as much as I want you to spend the night here, I do. God, I really do. But I want to-“ “Let’s take things slow” he finished. He smiled sincerely and kiss you again, more passionate than ever. You nodded and he pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh how much I miss you, Y/N. I don’t want to let go.” He chuckled. “Me, too. So much that it hurts. But for now, you are RM. And as RM, you have to be at your 101% tomorrow. Today, you’ve been so rough and full of energy. I don’t want to have that energy all to myself tonight.” You teased. “But what about your outfit? I wanna ruin it, rip it off. Replace that choker with my hands” he whispered. “I love that. But not today” you teased back. He grunted but brings you into a tight hug. “So this means, you’re mine. Right?” he asked. “Silly! I am always yours, Kim Namjoon. Always.” You kissed him once more, savouring the feeling of being enveloped into the arms of your man once more. You were enjoying the comfiest hug when his phone buzzed. He answered but still holding you close. “Yes. I’m here at Y/N’s apartment. Shut up! No, I’m going back later. Let me fucking enjoy my girlfriend, Hoseok! STOP CALLING ME!” he laughed as he ended the call. “What was that?” you asked. “He keeps on asking if I’m coming home tonight or if I want to meet them at the stadium tomorrow instead” he chuckled. “Hoseok and his cuteness!” you giggled. “They missed you, you know. They saw you today, and they keep on bugging me to bring you there” he looked at you, asking for permission. “I missed them, too. But we’ll work it out. After what happened to Yoongi, I don’t know if I’m even welcome anymore,” you admitted. “Hey. Babe, it’s fine. When you left that night, we had discussions. They fully understand now. He even asked about you today. He saw you, too” he explained. “And…?” you bit your lips, bracing for a heart-break. “He wants to make up. So please come with me after the concert tomorrow?” he showed his dimples, acting cutely. “What if someone sees me?” you are worried and questions are starting to pile up again. “We got it covered, just like the old times. Besides, we’re adults. We’re all going to date one day, it just so happens that I got you first” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes on him, setting your head on his broad chest. “You’ve gotten big” you teased. “Wait till I show you. Now?” he whispered. “Not today” you laughed.

Your next concert outfit was the complete opposite of yesterday. You choose to wear BT21 pyjamas, complete with headband and other accessories. Since Ligia is wearing Koya, you chose to wear Chimmy. When Namjoon saw you at the soundcheck, he can’t stop laughing and even pointed it to Jimin, to which he almost rolls on the floor with too much laughing. It was fun seeing them doing the things they love, and seeing Namjoon so happy today. Others also noticed it by the amount of SNS updates of how he was looking so fine today and his dimples deeper than ever. To your surprise, they change some of the song line up for day 2. They added Outro: Her. You have mixed emotions over that song. The song he has written for you in under 20 minutes. You were on the phone then, and suddenly he interrupted you. “Wait, baby. I have something… stay on the line” The next thing you know, he was singing. His vocals that soothe you, and the sweet humming while he tries to put it all together. When it was complete, he let you hear it. “You’re the first to hear this demo. My HER” he said excitedly. “Also, your tear?” you asked sweetly. He chuckled, “yeah, my start and end”.

And now, hearing it after the breakup and now reconciliation, it hits you. All to different places but most importantly in your heart. He is so sincere and innocent and pure, and your heart swells with pride. Kim Namjoon, the philosopher, all yours. You look at him while he’s singing on the stage and it seems like he’s looking for someone- YOU. You were in barricade, so you are very near the stage. You screamed so loud even Ligia was startled. “KIM NAMJOON! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU!” And just like that, he saw you. He beamed and went to you, continue singing. To others, it may seem normal as the boys usually do that-even to the point of taking videos of themselves using ARMYs phone. But to you, it’s different, it is special. He sit, looking at you while singing. You stood there, calmly crying while Ligia’s looking at you then Namjoon then back to you, while her eyes wide open and mouth dropping. It hits her. She knew. But you don’t care anymore. You only cared about Namjoon. Your universe. When the song ended, they did their ending spiel. One by one they thank ARMY for two amazing nights and promising to see ARMYs again. They are set for world tour and you brace yourself for another rollercoaster ride.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” Ligia shouted after the concert ended. “What was what?” you pretended to know nothing. “The fuck! Tell me the truth! How’d you know Namjoon? First the coffee shop, then random texts, and now HER?” Ligia interrogated. “You have to stop reading fanfictions! Jeez!” you tried to shake it off by laughing at her reaction. “Oh don’t give me that shit, Y/N! Truth, now” she demanded. “Look, I am so tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?” you smiled reassuringly. “You were flirting with him on the stage! And..” she gasp. “What?” You look at where Ligia is looking. “Babe,” Namjoon called you, walking towards you. “What is happening. I’m going to pass out! You… he..” she can’t finish her sentence. “What in the world, Namjoon?” you scolded him in front of your frozen friend. “It’s taking too long. I had to steal you away from…?” Namjoon looked at Ligia. “L-Ligia” she answered like she’s under a spell. “That’s enough drooling over my man, Ligia” you jokingly warned. “What the fuck, you traitor! He’s my bias!” she said jokingly but internally screaming. “What about you two get in the car before dispatch comes here?” Namjoon whispered. You pulled Ligia with you, who is clearly still in shocked. You were both greeted by the security, no other BTS members. They must have been too tired or having after party. “Where to?” asked one bodyguard. “The restaurant near Han River please” Namjoon replied, enveloping you into tight hug and kissing you on your forehead. Ligia shriek by Namjoon’s gesture. “So.. you two? If you don’t mind me asking?” interrogated Ligia. The security answered, “All information about personal life of BTS members must be kept in private. Should there be breached with the member’s personal life, please know that you are held liable and may be called to address in the court.” “Holy shit. That strict huh?” Ligia replied. You and Namjoon chuckled, and the body guard cleared his throat. “You’re in this mess, girl. Sorry” you laughed. “I still have a lot of questions though” she insisted. You shook your head and smiled. “Shit, I should’ve went straight to my apartment!” she sighed. “I trust you. But by this time, Bighit might have your information. Shhh. So” you joked around. “For fucking real? I don’t want my visa to be revoked over this relationship.” She laughed. “We’re kidding. And yes, Y/N is my girlfriend” Namjoon answered. “Lucky you! I might start crying now” she replied, literally teary-eyed. “Hey, I’m not gonna take your bias-RM, away. Kim Namjoon is mine, RM is for all ARMY” you replied. He tightened his hug around you, “I think I’m the lucky one.” He kissed you in the forehead once again.

The dinner went well, with Ligia talking and asking about how cool being the biggest boy band right now, the groups plan for the future, and keeps praising them and thanking them for all the music and inspiration they give to everyone. Namjoon feeds her with details about the preparation from the concerts while subtly keeping his hands tightly wrapped around your waist. He doesn’t want to be rude but you know he wants to rest now. When Ligia run out of things to say, she finally retreats. “so, how am I going home now?” she chuckled. “We’ll drop you off your apartment.” Replied the bodyguard. “What about you, Y/N?” she asked. “Oh she’s coming with me.” Namjoon replied casually. Her eyes wide and smirked, “oh..” You shake your head with her reaction. “Seems like you both are ready to bed, wearing pyjamas at concerts.” Namjoon chuckled.

After dropping Ligia, you went to your apartment to get some stuff. You decided to visit the boys and celebrate with them before they go to intense rehearsals for their upcoming world tour. They’re going to the US for couple of months and you have decided to stay rather than go with them, besides work needs you here and you haven’t had time to file your leave. You’re okay with it. You have manage more than a year without seeing each other, what is months compared to it. At least now, you know he’s just literally around the corner when they’re back home.

The boys greeted you one by one. They are as welcoming as ever, and unlike the previous encounter at the restaurant, Yoongi came in hugging you and ruffling your hair. “Welcome home, Y/N” he said. “Oh Yoongi, I missed you. Sorry about-“ he didn’t let you finish. “Let’s forget about it. It’s done. We’ll start anew!” He pulled you in and you settled beside Namjoon as they set up their table for after party. “Oh shit, we have VLive schedule! We promised ARMY!” reminded Jin. “Oh okay, no worries. I’ll leave you guys alone. Will just roam around Namjoon’s room” you said goodbye to them and settle in his room, opening your Vlive as if you’re not in the same house with them. When they started the live feed, you noticed your bag near Namjoon. “Shit!!! ARMY eyes!” you immediately texted him informing about the bag. He stood up and clumsily took your bag away. Comments came rushing on VLive asking about the bag and Jin trying to find a perfect excuse. “I am fond of bags” Hoseok saved him. “You want to see what’s inside my bag? Maybe I’ll do that on the next VLive.” He added. Namjoon came running inside, giving you your bag. “I’m sorry” you lowered your gaze. “Hey, it’s all good, Baby. Just an excuse to kiss you, I’ve been dying to kiss you!” He kissed you passionately until you hear the boys shouting for Namjoon. He immediately ran out, hair dishevelled and Taehyung almost choke laughing. “Hyung, your hair. A mess! You must’ve-” the boys cut him out and he realized he almost spilled the tea. They all laughed and being silly talking about everything they love about ARMY, the concert, and how excited they are for the upcoming world tour. They promised to go on live during their breaks and will go home as soon as it’s over. “We know you will be waiting for us, we will come back as soon as possible!” Namjoon promised. “In an instant, yeah hyung?” teased Taehyung once more, sending Namjoon blushing, and his eyes nowhere to be found. “Gosh, these guys” you laughed.

After the VLive ended, you went out and joined them to their after-party. He couldn’t take his hands off of you, drawing circles on your lower back. They are already getting drunk- Hoseok turning into tomato red, Seokjin louder than ever, Yoongi being savage but turns out he is really funny, Jimin can’t barely open his eyes from too much laughing, Jungkook dozing off, Taehyung started to sing every song on their new album, and your man whispering how excited he is to be finally introducing you to his family. You almost choke at his plan. Meeting his family is a big deal especially in their culture. You can’t just bring someone without being sure of your future with her. “You’re probably just drunk. Come on, let’s go!” you tried to pull him up but his stronger. He pulled you on his lap and start kissing you. “So this is what were witnessing every day?” Taehyung remarked. “Hmm mmm” Namjoon replied, mouth still exploring yours. “AISSHHH! Get a room!” Yoongi shouted. “That’s hot!” remarked Hoseok. “Oh my god! Stop! I’m getting turned on!” joked Jimin. You laughed and tried to push Namjoon away but he deepened the kiss. “Show off! Just clean up after your mess. Not a single drop in the our common area!” Seokjin exclaimed. “Baby-stop” you managed to finally free yourself from Namjoon. He laughed and you can now clearly see the expressions of the members. They have their phone on both of you, probably taking photos and videos for blackmailing. “Stop it, you guys!” you said embarrassed. You covered your face and they all laughed. “We’re just happy you are finally here, Y/N. Really. Namjoon’s glowing again. And he’s writing tracks more than ever” Hoseok commented. “I’m never leaving. I’m here to stay” you reassured them. “You’re gonna live here? Great! But I’m serious about the rule- if you’re going to do it in all common areas, please clean up” Seokjin commented. “No! Just learn how to knock in my room and even my studio, especially you Jimin and Jungkook” Namjoon replied. They both nodded, and the night ended with more laughter and more beer.

You woke up with a very bad headache and it took you minutes to make up where you are. Too many KAWS figures, bonsai plants, paintings… “Namjoon?” you immediately called out his name but he’s nowhere to be found. You went out and the boys greeted you, the living room smells like pancake and the maknaes running around chasing after the last banana milk that Jimin is holding. “Where’s Joonie?” you asked Jin while helping him prepare the table for breakfast. “RKive I think” he replied. You went there and smile at the sight of your man. Brows furrowed, lips plumped, he’s clearly in the zone of making another track he didn’t even noticed you walked in. “Baby, do you want to have your breakfast here?” you politely asked, trying not to disturbed him. “Oh, sorry I didn’t notice you, babe. Good morning, sunshine!” he enveloped you into tight hug and kissed your forehead. “What are you up to?” you asked, noticing the emptied coffee cups on his desk. “Working on new tracks. There are so much to do, I don’t want to miss the ideas that came rushing this morning” he pulled you into his lap and wrapped your arms around your waist. “Breakfast first, please? I don’t want you get sick especially you’re going away” you pouted. “Hmm, what about dessert first?” he whispered. You furrowed your brows, not sure if you have the same meaning of dessert. “What dessert?” you innocently asked. He pointed at his groin, which you notice a big tent. “Oh, need help with that?” you replied playfully. He winked and in an instant you pulled yourself up from his lap, turned his chair around and dropped on your knees. “Fuck,” he chuckled while quickly letting his fleece shorts drop. You are still amaze by the sight of Namjoon’s huge dick despite having to ride it many times before. The years without him, you haven’t forgot this amazing view and you’d relive it a million times. But right here, right now, you can’t help but be thankful of following your heart rather than living in what if’s. “Are you just gonna stare at it?” he chuckled. “You’re a god.” You managed to reply before slowly running your tongue along his shaft. You could hear his deep moans. He grabbed your hair to have better view of how you beautifully you suck his dick. You take it all in, tasting his sweet-salty precum. You circled you tongue on his tip, gently running from side to side, trying your best to please your man. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so fucking hot!” he managed to say in between his gripped teeth. Jaw clenching, and clearly trying not to go deeper to hurt you, you gathered all the courage and deep swallowed him whole until you can feel it at the back of your throat. His eyes were wide and he tightened his grip on your head “Shit baby! You’ve been a practicing?” he has a tinge of annoyance in his voice. You’re taken back to that night when you first had sex, it was still new to you. “hmm” you replied, sending the vibrations to every inch of his thick manhood. You let go for a second to catch your breath. “No, sir. It was you, only you!” And that’s the truth. No matter how intense your longing for him or any human touch, you’ve never bed a guy even after your break up. You can’t think of sucking other dicks except Namjoon’s. “Such a good girl,” he managed to reply before you started sucking him again. Namjoon’s moan is all you can ever hear in his studio and you start bobbing your head faster, determined to make him cum in your mouth. “Shit baby. I’m cumming… fuck.. Y/N ahh” he filled your mouth with his warm, heavenly juice. You looked at him and swallowed, making sure no drip on the carpet. You suck him clean! “Fuck that is so freaking hot!” he exclaimed while guiding you back to his lap. “Your turn, baby” he whispered. You bit your lips and gently shook your head. “What? Why? I want to make you feel good.” He pleaded. “Tonight, my love. You have full access” you teased and bit his earlobe. He groaned and laughed, pulling you closer to him.

You went out after Jin keeps on knocking, telling the food is getting cold. They were all shocked and started laughing when you emerge. “What the hell are you laughing at?” Namjoon answered. “You realized your door was not closed yeah?” Hoseok exclaimed, chuckling. You buried your self in Namjoon’s back in embarrassment, prayed that a UFO is real and that they’ll suck you up any second now. “Shit sorry” chuckled Namjoon. “Pft, it’s alright. It’s not like Hoseok has been silent during sex, too” Taehyung respond. “Hoseok?” you looked at his innocent smile. “Shut up, Taehyung. It was a one-night stand!” he yelled back laughing. You shake your head over their mischievousness, somewhat it comforts you. They are adults, indeed. And they need skin ship, too, like everyone else. Sometimes, seeing them playfully talk about adult stuff and just being their own selves inside their house makes me feel like they have another persona. Being an idol must’ve been tiring, especially they started too young, and society has been very keen to each move they make. You settled down and joined them for breakfast, thinking about how lucky you are to be spending these days with them.

World tour preparation was tiring, even for you. You decided to go home that night but Namjoon asked you to come back. “I really wanted to make up to you, spend the days here before we go for the tour. Please, baby?” he whispered with his cute little puppy eyes. You can’t help but say yes to his cuteness. He giggled like a playful kid before calling the security to drive you up in your apartment and pick few clothes and stuff. On your way back, you decided to buy the boys some ice cream cake and banana milk. It’s a small gesture as a thank you gift for welcoming you again in their home and being so supportive of you and Namjoon. Jimin yelp in joy when he saw the ice cream cake, and Jungkook immediately take the banana milk, carefully labelling each for the members. Jin continues to impress you with his cooking skills, making you feel embarrass for not cooking deliciously as he does. “Aish, Y/N! You will learn through the years. Even if you and Namjoon get married, you will still be with us so I can teach you all the cooking skills!” he said proudly. You blushed at the thought of you and Namjoon and marriage, but it’s too early to tell. You’re still starting over, testing waters,, though you are quite sure you can see him in your future. You noticed him missing again, while the guys are gathered up for a movie marathon. And then suddenly, Vlive notified you that BTS is live. You opened the notification and you see him showing off his new collections in his studio. You smiled proudly as he talks about the future plans of BTS and the new tracks he’s working on. Somewhere though, in the middle of his VLive he showed a pair of baby shoes. He said it’s for his collection, accessory of some sort. The tiny brown baby shoes! “Wooopppss, someone’s planning for the future.” Laughed Taehyung. “Oh my, you’re pregnant Y/N????” asked Jimin. “NO! no no no no no! Oh my god no!” you said blushing. “You can tell us. Are we going to be fathers?” insisted Hoseok. “No….I don’t know. No!” you said laughing. It is impossible, you haven’t had sex yet. But of course, you can’t say that to them, a little privacy is precious especially living with them. You immediately sent him a message:

You: Kim Namjoon, are you out of your fucking mind? The boys are grilling me now asking if THEY ARE GOING TO BE FATHERS?! WTH does that even mean?

You saw him on Vlive reading something and he laughed. You are not sure if he’s reading vlive comments or he’s reading your message. Either way, you have forgiven him for such silliness, especially seeing him how he brightens up when he showed the baby shoes. One day, someday, Joonie you promised yourself. When the VLive ended, you stared at him trying to look mad. He laughed and scooped you from your sit, twirling you around before sitting and putting you on his lap. You saw Taehyung grinning as if thinking of mischievous things. “So, baby shoes huh?” he started. “Taehyung, stop. I am not pregnant” you laughed. “Well, not for now.” He replied making you shake your head. “When that time comes, we will let you know, Tae” Namjoon reassured, “But for now, Y/N are going to bed. Might as well you guys too. Long day ahead tomorrow. Meeting with Bang PDnim and the tour team.” He added. The guys all had mischievous smiles as they say their goodnights to you.

“Urgh today’s tiring, and I missed you!” he whined. “I was just out to get my stuff, you missed me already? What will happen to you when you’re in tour?” you asked. “Come with me?” His question came as a surprise. “Baby you know I can’t do that. People will start to wonder.”

“But what if Bighit hires you?” he insisted. “As what? Translator? You already know English. You’ve been doing it since then.” You laughed at the idea of being their translator. “No, no, baby. You’re needed. I’ll talk to Bang and-“you didn’t let him finish. You put one finger on his mouth to make him drop the topic. “Baby, I’m okay with my work now. And if you ask Bang PDnim, he might refuse. Code of conduct, all the policies..you know.” You sighed. “But you’re my girlfriend before they hire you, so technically we didn’t breach employee policies?” His being a smart-ass on this one, he has a point though. “I would love to stay by your side all the time, but it will look like a huge favour and special treatment especially I am your girlfriend” you insisted. “Just please try?” he kissed your forehead. He’s not going to drop this of until you sighed and nodded. He smiled sweetly and kissed you. It was a sweet, passionate kiss at first but the moment you hold unto his neck, you can feel the heat throughout your body. It’s been too long, way too long, that you’ve been wanting to feel him. You cannot hold on any longer so you deepened the kiss. You heard him let out a moan, a cue that he wants what you want as well. Tongues teasing, lip-biting. His hands roamed around your body, tightened his grip on your waist and gently laid you on the bed. “Lock the door!” you reminded him. He jumped as quickly, almost tripping which made you giggle at his clumsiness, and in less than 5 seconds he’s back on top of you. “Oh finally! All mine!” he whispered, almost ripping his shirt as he struggled to get off. You can feel your core getting hot, with every kiss and touch. He bites your lips teasingly, making you moan. You deepened the kiss getting as aggressive as he is. He found your sweet spot on your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks as he goes down to the curves of your breast. He removes your dress in one swift motion, leaving you in your lace bra and panties. His gaze turning dark as he roams his eyes through your breast down to your core. “So fucking gorgeous! And all mine!” he whispered as he licks your cleavage making you tighten your grip on his hair. “and fucking taste good, too" he added. You prepared for this night, wearing a front-lock red brassiere that screams fuck me daddy. “Strip for me", he commanded. “Hmm, all bossy are we?” you teased. “Do it or you’re not gonna have any of this" he grinned while removing his boxers. His dick hard, reddish, and ready. You bit your lips and stood up. “Don’t make a move, don’t dare touch yourself “ you commanded. Two can play this game, you thought. He grinned and positioned himself on the bed frame. You slowly pull one strap, so slow he groaned. You are basically eye-fucking him, if there’s even a thing. To his surprise, you started slow dancing as you unlock your bra. Throwing it in front of him. You can hear him groaning and trying hard not to touch himself with your own little show. “Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to slide my cock on that” he growled. “hmmm I’d love that. Can’t wait to feel the friction here…” you touched your nipples and slowly caress your breast. You glide your hands on your stomach, “and here, too. Your hot mouth sucking, biting…” You slowly, soooo slowly, shake your hips to get out of your lace underwear, “your tongue, fingers, and your hard cock here" you were about to touch your self but he grabbed you, spinning you around, dropping you on the mattress. You moaned by his aggressiveness and eagerness. “Oh Baby, can’t wait to fuck you hard, you’ll be sore for days!” he whispered as he playfully bite your nipple. “oh shit, Joon!” you moaned. You can feel your core dripping. You needed some friction. You started grinding getting ready to take whatever Namjoon’s going to offer. “Look at you so needy" he suck your breast so hard you know it’ll leave marks and bruises the next day. You tried pulling him, scratching his porcelain skin. “Baby, pleasssee" you beg. “Say it. What do you want, Princess?” he grinned. “touch me! Fuck Namjoon. Or…or thighs! Friction. Now!” you

almost scream. He chuckled and pulled you, making you sit on one of his thigh. “You asked for thigh. Thigh is all you get" You take it, whatever that could satisfy your longing. You grind, not minding the mess and juice scattered on his precious well-tone thigh. “fuck, I can feel your wetness! You’re wild!” he chuckled. “shut up, suck me" you guided his head on your neck. You want him to leave marks all over your body, a mark that signs you’re his and he’s yours. And he did. You moaned by the intensity of each bite, but it’s not enough. “fuck me, baby. Hard" You’re almost begging. “thought you’d never ask" he replied.

He guides you and you slowly sink into his long, thick, hot rod. Your wetness helping you both settle, adjusting to each other. “shit your tight. And wet..god Y/N” he moaned. With each grunt and moan and sucking he does, it gives you more courage to be rough at him, too. You started circling your hips, and he let’s you do as you please. He tightens his grips into your waist and pumps you until you both find your rhythm. “baby, I'm cumming" you bite his shoulder to muffle your own moan. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. You’re a hot mess and fuck I love you so much!” he continued going deeper and deeper until you reach your high. “Turn around, hold here" he guides your hands to the bed frame and lifts your butt, slapping it before sinking in real deep. “fuck Namjoon!” you yelped with the sudden sting, but it feels you nice you have to ask again. He circled his hips, hard and deep, one hand on your waist and the other in your boob. Too much sensation, overwhelming and with every thrust you can hear the bed frame creaking. You had to try not to scream with each thrust, so you suck on Namjoon's finger instead, biting it at the process but he didn’t care. He’s too focus riding you and making sure you hear his praises about you and moaning your name. “baby, where do you---" you didn’t let him finish his question, you tightened your walls around him making him moan louder “inside!” you replied. You reach your high at the same time, moaning each other’s name. He gently pressed and massage your navel as you come to stop, making you feel good as you both calm down. “Wow baby!” he chuckled as you both collapse to the bed. He flips you over and kissed your forehead, then your lips. As sweetly, passionately, and heavenly. “I love you, Y/N” he whispered on your lips. “I love you, my Namjoon" you replied, making him blush.

“I missed fucking you that hard,” he chuckled, as you both catch your breaths. “We have all the time, baby!” you responded, enveloped in his arms. “But… how are we going to explain the ripped sheets?” you added. “We might need to stock up linens here from now on,” he replied.

After cleaning up, he went out to look for fresh linens. Luckily, the guys are all asleep now, more like you prayed they’re really asleep now, realizing how hard and loud he made you cum. “Baby, please consider joining us in our tour? Even just this leg? I can’t bear a day without you..not again?” he whispered when you’re both settling to sleep. “I promise. I’ll take a vacation leave and if it’s approved, I’ll come. Don’t get your hopes up just yet. I’m not going to drop my work; I’ll just try being your translator for this leg.” He made a cute face, the one that his dimples are showing, eyes closed, and then getting shy right after. Your heart melts every time he does that and wonder how lucky you are to have him in your life. Yes, you are never going to let go. Not anymore. He deserves the world, he deserves someone who he can share the real Namjoon with, someone who will be his shoulder through ups and downs. Someone who can accept all the flaws and cons of dating someone like him. You are ready to fight for him, against all odds. You are ready to give your life to Kim Namjoon.

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Author's note: Planned to end it here but I guess I'll be making Part Three soon 😂🤷‍♀️

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BTS Reaction - Catching Him Singing In The Shower.

Posted on AO3 (A/N: First BTS fic... eek! Massive thanks and much love and awe to Chloe & Alex for the support and encouragement (and idea bouncing!) whilst I was writing this! You guys are incredible! <3 ) Hope you enjoy reading!

Seokjin.

“Jin..?” You called as you stuck your head around the bathroom door. “I need some help…” You were both getting ready to go out for dinner with the rest of the band and some BigHit employees to celebrate Hoseok’s birthday, but you were struggling to fasten the fiddly little buttons up the back of the top you had chosen to wear. You needed help to finish dressing, and he needed to get a move on if you were to get there on time. Not getting an answer, you stepped into the bathroom fully, just as Jin let rip, going from singing quietly to full-power. You stopped in your tracks, a smile creeping onto your face as you listened to the song he knew was your favourite of his, before shaking yourself mentally, and crossing the bathroom towards the shower. “Jin..!” Still no answer, even when you knocked on the glass door. Obviously he hadn’t heard you over the combined sound of the running water and his own singing. Sighing, you opened the door to the shower, reaching out carefully to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. He jumped slightly and turned quickly as you touched him, before reaching out towards you, grabbing your waist with both hands, lifting you quickly into the shower with him, a mischievous grin breaking across his face as you screamed as you got soaked under the spray. “YAH!!!! KIM SEOKJIN!!!” You yelled, as he burst out laughing, peppering kisses over your face teasingly as you tried to fight him off, hitting his arms and chest with your fists even as he hugged you tightly under the water. “I may actually murder you!” “No you wouldn’t” he countered, you could imagine the smirk he was giving you just from the teasing tone of voice he was using. “You love me too much, and I’m too pretty to murder.” “Don’t count on it, Seokjin.” you muttered. “I was pretty too, but now look at the state of me - we’re going to be late, and I am NOT taking the blame.” You gestured towards your now soaked outfit and hair, shaking your head at him exasperatedly. “We won’t be late. Well, we’re certain to get there before our Jiminie does anyway…” he countered, still smiling. “Besides, I think you look beautiful just like this…” He leaned in again, but you pressed your fingers against his lips before they could make contact with yours, sticking your tongue out at him when he opened his eyes, confused. “I’d ask for your help getting these wet clothes off, but you’d get the wrong idea, and we really will be late if we don’t get out of the shower and get ready to go…” you trailed off, one eyebrow raised, reaching behind him and turning off the shower as he pouted. “Aish, but I-” “Jin, we really don’t have time-” “But jagiya..” “But nothing, Seokjin. Out. Now.”

Yoongi.

You frowned as you woke, rubbing your eyes before opening them and reaching for your phone to check the time. 02:43. You sighed, able to feel without needing to look, or indeed to check, that the other side of the bed you were in was empty, and replaced your phone on the charger before turning over and snuggling back down into the pillows, still half asleep. As you closed your eyes however, you heard a noise outside the bedroom, and instantly jolted up in bed, fully awake. You only panicked for a second though, as you quickly realised what and where the noise was coming from. Someone, (and you had a good idea who) was in the shower. Settling back against the pillows, you stretched, determined now to stay awake until Yoongi came to bed, relieved equally that he was home, not choosing to sleep at the studio, or worse, working through the entire night, and that you wouldn’t have to potentially fight off any intruders wrapped in your duvet, or wearing just your pyjamas. Chuckling at the mental image of you creeping round your home and dealing with imaginary would-be burglars armed only with a pillow, you relaxed as you listened out for the sound of the shower turning off, eager to tell your boyfriend about his lucky escape from your would-be home-invasion heroics. Instead though, you picked up on the sound of him humming and singing to himself, unaware that there was anyone listening. Although it certainly wasn’t rare to hear him singing to himself, he’d usually stop out of misplaced (in your opinion) embarrassment if he realised anyone had noticed or was listening, that or he’d get secretive, claiming (though you knew, and he knew you knew it wasn’t true!) nobody, not even you was allowed to hear anything other than the finished, flawless track before it was completed. Calling him out on his obvious fibs never worked, it’d just lead to a teasing mock-argument; you accusing him of keeping secrets, him counter-claiming you were planning on give away all those secrets to someone else. For now though, you listened intently, as always enjoying the sound of him singing, even as you tried to imagine what the finished track would sound like. After a few minutes, the shower was turned off, Yoongi continuing to sing quietly as he moved around in the bathroom, humming as he brushed his teeth, before making his way towards the bedroom, switching off the bathroom light, but leaving the one in the hallway on as he entered the room quietly. You stayed quiet as he crept round the room, obviously trying his best not to disturb you (or so he thought) and it wasn’t until he slipped into bed beside you with a contented sigh that you moved, turning towards him and murmuring his name happily. “Shhhh” he replied, moving his arm as you cuddled close to him, laying your head on his shoulder. “Go back to sleep, it’s late.” “I know,” you whispered back, before continuing as you made eye contact with him in the dimly-lit room. “I woke up when you were showering, I was waiting for you to sle-heee” you finished with a huge yawn as he looked at you, fondly exasperated. “I’m sorry I woke you, I-” “It’s ok.” You were quick to reassure him, knowing full well he often felt guilty when he didn’t come home in time to spend time with you awake, especially those times when he didn’t come home at all, staying at the studio working all night and into the next day. “I’m just happy you’re here.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around you and humming happily even as you lifted your head to make eye contact. “So what was that you were singing earlier?” you teased, not expecting a proper answer, grinning cheekily as Yoongi pulled you back into his arms securely. “It’s not finished-” “-Yet.” You interrupted, giggling softly as he tickled you gently in retaliation for the teasing. “It isn’t. It’s just something I’m working on.” He continued. You hummed a little bit, smiling even as he went quiet, unaware up until that point that you’d been listening. “Well, it sounded good, I liked what I heard.”  “You’re jus-” he replied shyly, before you cut him off. “I am not just saying that. I do really like it, it’s good. Who’s it for?” You queried, genuinely curious, as you knew he almost always had someone in mind when he was working on a track, said it helped him imagine what the song would sound like when it was written. You didn’t miss the sigh he let out, and in the silence that followed, you didn’t resist as he took one of your hands in his own, playing with your fingers gently. “Yoon?” you ventured, worried about the silence, that you’d upset him; “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, I know you like to keep what you're working on secret until it’s ready, I’m sorry, let’s-” You trailed off as he murmured something, too quiet for you to catch it, before sighing, his fingers stilling. “I thought, maybe… It’s for… I want to sing it.” he finished in a rush, not letting you move, tightening his arms around you even as you tried to make eye contact with him. You quickly gave up trying, turning your head to press a kiss to the side of his neck, followed by one to his upper arm as you relaxed back against him, before answering him. “It’ll be amazing. You’re amazing. Promise you’ll let me hear it when it’s ready?” He huffed out a laugh before responding. “Apparently I can’t stop you hearing, so..!” He chuckled quietly when you let out an indignant noise, before continuing “...but I’m too tired for any more tonight, and you should still be sleeping.” “I’m glad I woke up.” you reply, followed by a yawn, smiling when he follows suit immediately. “Love you. Sweet dreams” “Love you too jagi. Goodnight”

Hoseok.

“Seokieeeeeeee!” you half call, half-whine as you enter the bathroom, closing the door behind you. “C’mon, I need to get a shower and wash my hair, you’ve been in there for ages, hurry up!” You sigh exasperatedly when you don’t get an answer, the noise of water splashing and your boyfriend humming to himself inside the shower filling the bathroom along with the steam from the shower and cross the room to knock on the door shower glass. When that doesn’t get a response either, you (mostly jokingly) pull a face at him, knowing he won’t see you through the fogged-up surface before stomping back to the sink and picking up your toothbrush and paste, figuring you may as well do something productive whilst you wait. As you finish, and go to switch off the cold tap, an evil idea pops into your head, and you chuckle to yourself, debating it for a few seconds, your gaze flicking between the hot water tap and the (still-running) shower. Deciding to give him one last chance, you call out his name and wait, counting down from five. When you get to “Zero” you turn on the hot tap, giggling as you turn back towards the shower, waiting for a reaction. It does not disappoint. Suddenly, Hoseok goes from singing quietly to shrieking loudly as you burst out laughing, and the shower door bursts open, him holding open the door, about ready to shout to you for help until he realises you’re already in the bathroom, you’re laughing, and he pauses, before playfully glaring at you when you move away from the sink and gesture towards the tap, still running. “Yah! Jagi, you’re so mean!” he accuses, pouting, as you continue giggling. “You could have just told me you wanted me to get out of the shower, you didn’t need to- look, can you turn the tap off?! Please?! It’s FREEZING!” You stick your tongue out at him playfully, but you do turn off the tap, before crossing the bathroom floor towards him. “For your information, Hoseok-ssi, I did try to tell you. More. Than. Once.” You emphasize, playfully booping him on the nose with each word. “This was a last resort.” “You could’ve just gotten in the shower with me” he continues, smiling when you duck around him through the gap and reach to test the water temperature. “I could’ve.” You agree, smiling up at him as he closes the door; “but you don’t share, and I’m in a rush!” you finish as you dive under the spray now it’s warmed back up. You squeal as you feel a pair of cold hands grab you around the waist, and seize them in your own, holding them under the running water so he can’t try and get revenge again. “Now who’s mean?!” you accuse, laughing as he turns you around, wrapping you in a quick hug from behind before reaching over your shoulder to grab your shampoo and lather it into your hair. “See, I can share, and I can help you get ready faster too” he murmurs into your ear as you relax back against him, enjoying the warmth both from the running water and from his body against yours.

Namjoon.

You smiled to yourself as the sound of your boyfriend singing at the top of his voice began to drown out the sound of the running water in the shower. You’d flown out to join him for a couple of days whilst they were touring, arriving the previous afternoon during their soundcheck, and it felt like neither of you had stopped grinning once, not since he’d spotted you and immediately run the length of the stage, picking you up and spinning you round, laughing as the other guys all laughed and cheered in the background after realising why their leader had suddenly disappeared at top speed. You’d made plans to go sightseeing that day; Namjoon always wanting to explore whatever city they wound up in, eager to show you around a couple of places he’d visited previously that he knew you’d enjoy, even if it did mean you were both up early. Clearly not everyone shared your plan to get up and make the most of their free morning, or at least spend it outside the hotel, because as you continued getting ready, you received a text on your phone. Picking it up, you read the message quickly, before bursting out laughing. Moving towards the bathroom, you knocked on the door loudly, opening it and sticking your head through the gap, as Namjoon did the same, looking adorable, his hair full of shampoo bubbles. “Everything OK, jagi?” he asked, one eyebrow raised as you continued to giggle at both Jimin’s message, and Joon’s appearance. “I’m fine. Jimin’s not though.” “Oh? What’s wrong?” he queried; immediately concerned, reaching for a towel even with bubbles still dripping down his face. You reached out a hand to stop him getting out of the shower, smiling reassuringly as you answered. “He’s OK, really,” you answered, “He’s just not happy at his early-morning alarm call. Got a message from him, saying, and I quote: ‘Tell hyung that whilst I’m grateful he helped me with the lyrics, that doesn’t mean he gets to wake me up by *murdering* my song!’” You couldn’t help but giggle as Namjoon processed what you’d just told him, before he disappeared back into the shower, pouting. Two seconds later, your giggles turned into full-out laughter, even as you tried to shush your boyfriend before he got you thrown out of the hotel, as Namjoon banged on the wall between yours and Jimin’s bathrooms, yelling as he did so. “PARK JIMIN-SSI!! YOU DON’T LIKE MY SINGING ‘PROMISE’?!! HOW’S THIS THEN?!!” before launching into a dramatic, obnoxiously loud and purposefully off-key rendition of ‘Lie.’ You retreated quickly from the bathroom, still laughing, as you hurried to finish dressing, knowing that within seconds you’d have 173cm of seriously-annoyed Korean vocalist banging on your hotel room door, ready to murder his bandmate, leader or no.

Jimin.

You grinned around your toothbrush as you heard Jimin’s voice, quiet at first, but getting progressively louder coming from behind you in the shower as you brushed your teeth at the sink. You didn’t recognise the song, but whether it was something new he or the band were working on, or something he’d heard by another artist, you still - always loved it anytime you heard him sing, so after you were done with your normal morning routine, you stayed in the bathroom, listening, smile still on your face. You couldn’t help but giggle a few minutes later when Jimin, still singing up until that point, clearly stuck his head under the running water, suddenly coughing and spitting water, before continuing to sing. This repeated a couple of times, Jimin still determinedly trying to carry on singing, practically gargling the water at one point - you're openly laughing now, certain he must have heard and knew you were there, asking if he was nearly done, reaching for a towel for him and moving towards the cubicle as the water stopped running. As the shower door opened, you reached out to hand him the towel. “That was a ni-” You were cut off as Jimin let out a high-pitched screech, slipping and falling as he tried to get away from you back into the shower. “Jimin- what- are you ok?!” You practically yelled in panic, wrenching open the shower door and peering down at him lying in a heap against the back wall of the shower. “I’m sorry, I really did think-” He looked up at you, reaching up to rub at his wet hair, frowning as he did so. “You- you scared me.” He pouted, reaching out as you proffered the towel still in your hand. “I’m sorry baby, I really thought you’d heard me before when I was laughing-” “Well, at least… wait. You were laughing at me?” Pout deepening, he looks away from you, down at the floor. “Y-No. Well, sort of. It sounded funny when you put your head under the water is all. Are you sure you’re OK? Let me see your head, did you bang it when you fell? Anything else hurt?” You queried, reaching down to offer him a hand up off the floor if he wanted it. “Only my pride I think. I’m alright, I’ve done worse. You didn’t half frighten me though Jagi, please don’t do that again.” He said with a wry smile, accepting your help as he stood and wrapped the towel around his waist, smiling as you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose once he was upright. “Fine, I promise. No more scaring you in the shower. After all, I don’t want to have to explain to anyone how you wound up dying whilst washing your hair…” “Pfft. They’d just call me a clumsy idiot and you’d get away with it…” “Hey!” You interrupted indignantly. “I said I was sorry, and I didn’t scare you on pur-” “I know, I know jagi. I still love you, even if you did nearly give me a heart attack.” He laughs at your expression, before continuing cheekily, “but you definitely owe me breakfast this morning. I might have really bumped my head badly, I don’t know where I left my wallet…” he trailed off, grinning at you before sticking his tongue out. “All right, all right.” You grumble, “I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I, Park Jimin?” “Hear the end of what? Who are you? Who’s Park Jimin?” he asks, laughing as you reach out and shove him gently as you walk out of the bathroom together.

Taehyung.

Your heart broke a little, hearing Tae singing the same section of ‘Magic Shop’ over and over in the shower. He’d come home from the concert that night subdued, but hadn’t responded when you’d asked what was wrong, deflecting your repeated question with an “I’m tired, I just want to shower and sleep” as he dodged the hug your outstretched arms were offering and ducked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him quickly. When you lost count of the amount of times you’d heard the same two lines repeatedly, you sighed, deciding you needed to do something to comfort your boyfriend, but first picking up your phone to check your suspicions were correct. “Hey Jin-oppa, sorry for ringing so late…” “It’s OK y/n, is everything alright?” When you didn’t answer immediately, he pressed you, “Y/N? Are you OK? Is Tae?” “He’s…” you sighed, as in the background you heard your boyfriend start over again, singing the same lines once more. “Did something happen tonight?” “Is that him I can hear? ‘Magic Shop’?” Jin questioned, exhaling tiredly when you hummed in confirmation. “I’ll come over and talk to him. We tried after the concert, but he said he was fine… His voice cracked, but...” “Jin, no, it’s OK, you need to rest and get some sleep. I’ve got him, he’ll be fine.” “Are you sure, I don’t mind..?” “No, I just wanted to see if anything had happened is all. We’re alright, go get some sleep.” “OK, but call if you, either of you need anything.” “Thanks Jin. Goodnight.” “‘Night, y/n.” Putting the phone down, you head for the bathroom, and open the door quietly. Stripping off, you slide into the shower behind Taehyung, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his back without saying a word. He tensed up when you first touched him, but then relaxed, continuing to sing, albeit more softly now he knew you were there listening. Seizing your chance to break the endless repeats of the same two lines, you cut in as he got to the end, continuing the bridge, singing Jimin’s lines quietly, tapping him gently in the chest to emphasize the meaning of the lyrics, smiling when Tae turned in your arms, burying his head in your neck. You didn’t miss the way his shoulders were shaking slightly as you continued singing into the final chorus, and you definitely noticed how quiet and unsteady his voice was when he joined you singing, but it wasn’t until you both waited for the other to sing the first “So show me” - then giggled when neither did, that you hooked a finger under his chin, placing a kiss on the end of his nose as he raised his head from your neck. You chuckled as he exaggeratedly went cross-eyed, before pulling you in tightly against his chest, pressing a kiss of his own against the top of your head before sighing. “Jagiya, I… Thank you.” “It’s nothing love. I hate seeing you upset and being hard on yourself. I know how amazing you are, and I know you know it too. Let’s get some rest so you can be amazing again tomorrow, okay?” “I love you.” “I love you too. Now let’s get out of the shower before the hot water runs out..!”

Jungkook.

You smiled as you woke, stretching out fully, before your face fell as you realised you were alone in your bed. Surely he hadn’t; he wouldn’t- No. He hadn’t, you quickly worked out, smiling as you listened to the sounds filtering through your home - the shower running, as well as someone (and you knew exactly who!) singing. Smiling happily, even as you mentally apologised for doubting him, glad and relieved that he hadn’t felt the need to sneak out on you the first time you spent the night together, you settled down back into bed, listening to him singing, and happily replaying memories of the previous evening. After a couple of minutes, the shower stopped running, and soon after your bedroom door slowly opened to reveal Jungkook, dressed only in his underwear, rubbing a towel over his damp hair. “Good morning” you called, covering your grin with your hand when he jumped, startled. “Oh! Umm.. Hi.” he replied, clearly embarrassed at having been caught, immediately snatching the towel off his head and trying to comb his hair into some sort of order with only his fingers. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” he questioned nervously, cutting back in before you had chance to answer; “I didn’t mean to, I just… I was going to bring you breakfast, but..” “Busted” you finished, giggling when he smiled and nodded. “You don’t need to do that though, I’ll get up and make something if..?” “No, no no, I can, stay there, I wanted to bring you breakfast and spoil you a bit.” he countered, smiling at you shyly, before looking around your bedroom and moving towards where his clothes were lying on the floor as you went to push the duvet back  and get up. “Yah! I said stay there!” “I can’t though, I’d be a terrible host if I don’t get up and make-” He laughed, not unkindly, as he bent and picked up his jeans, before turning towards you once more and replying. “Oh, I wasn’t going to make anything - I wanted to impress you, and-” “You did that enough last night- no, wait, I meant..!” His turn to cover his grin with his hand as you flushed, embarrassed, hiding under the duvet instead of getting out of bed. “Good to know, but I was going to order us some breakfast, not cook. Like I said, I was hoping to make a good impression, not ruin things.” He continued, brushing aside any embarrassment over your poor choice of words, before continuing to murmur “I’d like to be invited back, or...” he trailed off, looking at you hopefully. You couldn’t help but coo at him, smiling as you made eye contact once more. “Aww, well, how’s this for an invite..?” you said coyly, pushing the duvet back slightly, and patting the mattress beside you, one eyebrow raised, before laughing as he immediately dropped the jeans and made as if to throw himself across the room towards you.

[chemicalpink]

Genius Lab ♡ Yoongi x Reader SMUT

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x reader

Genre: smut but it does have a plot I swear

Warnings: unprotected sex (you know the deal kids, wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: I wanna give credits to youtube user Johanna Sweet for her comment on some ASMR video that just made me write this, also, I know there are synastry ships in my inbox and I’ll get to it, I just had this in my docs.

Summary: Working as a producer in BigHit has its perks, like bumping into Min Yoongi late at night on a Wednesday and have him fuck your brains out in his studio, or the one where Yoongi’s crush is a mysterious producer that also happens to be his office crush, which he ends up fucking lazily while working on some music.

You've been working all day in your office. 

Being a producer for BigHit entertainment is fun and all, but recently as the boys exponentially gained fame and the team has been pressured with the new projects for the comeback, you've been having a creative block for a while and it's hard to focus on making music. It doesn't help that you've also had a lot on your mind lately, as there are a handful of things going on in your personal life right now.

You get complacent as you look at the progress you've made so far staring right back at you from the dark screen in front of you and decide it's not a good amount for a day's worth of work. Perhaps staying for a bit more would do you some good, you’ve always been kind of nocturnal and it is late anyway, the building must be empty, but what good would that do if you can't seem to think of anything anyway? Maybe a break will refresh your mind. 

You make sure the work is saved before taking the headphones off and standing up, stretching your back from all the hours that have gone by with you hunched over the keyboard; making sure to place correctly the fluffy slippers your mum got you and grabbing your bottle from the desk,  you make a stop at the restroom before refilling your plastic drink container at a water fountain by that enormous and outstanding floor to ceiling window, it's pitch dark outside, the inside lights are dim from no one being around and through the clear crystal, you can see the millions of Seoul's city lights, the sight one to fill your heart with tranquillity.

Suddenly you hear the soft swishing of sandals on the tile floors and you turn around to see none other than a messy mop of platinum hair that you so familiarly recognise as Yoongi. He goes to a refrigerator that's across the room from you, most probably having memorised the way there as there is no light except the one coming from the machine and grabs his favourite drink. As he cracks open the lid, he looks over at you through the dishevelled blond strands of hair falling into his eyes.

"You're not going home yet?" he asks, you guys haven’t really even being introduced properly, except for those times at company meetings so this is probably the longest interaction you’ve ever had. 

"Nah, I'm working late." He nods his head at your response and takes a sip of his drink, tired eyes never leaving you. He then makes his way toward the hallway that you both came from, but you stop him. 

"Hey, um... work has been slow lately. Can I chill in your office with you?" You honestly don’t know what when through your head when the words left your mouth, it is well known that Min Yoongi is very picky when it comes to his studio, even the members could count with one hand the times they’d been inside.

He seems a bit surprised as he stares blankly at you for a couple of seconds. "In my office?" Of course, he remembers you from the meetings, and you two have only passed by each other in the company building a few times and made small talk maybe once but he would be lying if he were to say he didn’t find you attractive even in your fluffy bright pink slippers you were wearing right now.

He doesn’t know why you asked him such a question when you barely know each other, but he kind of finds it endearing. Maybe you just want to know what being in the Genius Lab is like, what all the fuzz that doesn’t pass by any of the company members being afraid of even breathing next to his studio door is about.

"Yeah. I don't know," you reply, "I just thought maybe it would clear my head, you know? You can keep working like you usually do, I won't bother you." 

He takes another sip before nodding his head again. "Okay." He starts walking down the hallway and you follow right behind until you both make it to his door and he quickly types the numbers to his password and lets you in first “Make yourself comfortable on the couch, hope you don’t mind me working with the speakers on”

You shake your head and beside his working chair at the same time he does in front of the multiple monitors, clicking away to keep on working on whatever it is that he was on. A couple of minutes went by that way, with you watching him silently as he changed tunes and adjusted keys to the track, until a soft way too familiar melody made its way through the speakers had you sitting up straight in the couch “That’s..”

“I’m inspiring myself on one of my favourite producer’s tracks,” he explained as his eyes tore from the screen to look at you “I swear they are one of the most talented producers of our time, such a shame they are a complete mystery” you swore your heart stopped for a whole second when you heard his words, Min fucking Yoongi, found your tracks to be his inspiration, he considered you talented, one of the best even “But you’re an expert too, what do you think?”

“You really think so?” 

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… I used to be so self-conscious of that track you know?” Yoongi turned to look at you like you had just grown three heads in the span of a second.

His tiredness must have really caught up to him, his mind making him imagine things, he surely wasn’t sitting next to his music crush at 11 pm of a Wednesday, inside his studio as she sat next to him listening to his track, it just wasn’t possible “Wait, so you’re telling me that-” he cleared his throat in an attempt to gain some confidence back now that he clearly exposed his crush “That you’re Moz-art? The producer?” 

His sparkling amused eyes that wouldn’t leave your face made the heat rise up to your cheeks as you looked down towards your palms playing with the hem of your shirt “yeah”

“My god” he inhaled sharply and let out a nervous giggle before running a hand through his hair, this wasn’t happening to him, but what other chance would he have? He knew he had a crush on you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) from BigHit, of course, he had a massive crush on you as Moz-art but to learn that both of his crushes were actually the same person? And that he had you all alone for him right now? That was messing with his head; however, he was quick to place a gentle hand under your chin to lift your gaze to his, letting the silence settle in “Can I kiss you?”

The kiss started slow, timid even and honest to say, a little awkward as Yoongi refused to move from his spinny chair, until the room suddenly felt overwhelmingly hot and he felt the need to pull you towards him, making you sit on his lap as he caressed your sides. 

You kept your eyes shut tight, a moan escaping your lips as he trailed his mouth and teeth along the exposed skin of your neck and right shoulder from your shirt falling down a bit, his warm hands holding you tightly as his hard cock poked your clothed crotch and you unconsciously moved your hips against it, earning a groan from the blond man. His touch was gentle but somewhat rough as he stripped you of your black sweatpants and panties, leaning back to admire your almost naked form, your oversized shirt barely covering your centre.

“Fuck..” he mumbled as he holds you tight and lifted you a bit to pull his own baggy pants and boxers down enough to free his cock, positioning himself between your legs as he searched for your eyes to hold your gaze as you swallowed him whole, face contorted with pleasure as he started to thrust into you, reaching up to capture your lips in a kiss, one hand behind your lower back to keep you steady, the other finding its way to rub circles on your clit, making you arch your back at the newly found feeling, his mouth quickly attaching to your neck once again; after a few minutes of his cock thrusting in and out, he could feel your walls squeezing him. “Shit, cum with me baby” 

His hand picked up the pace in between your bodies, fingers expertly rubbing your clit as his thrust became fast-paced and deeper, as deep as the angle of being lazily fucking on a chair could allow you “Argh-I’m-I’m cumming, Yoongi” 

Moans filled the room as your legs shook with an overwhelming orgasm taking over you and you had to thank no one was working anymore or else the walk out of the studio would be hell, Yoongi’s voice lowered with each praise he threw your way, mixed with groans as he chased after his high, leaning back in the chair he finally stilled, cock twitching inside you as he coated your walls with his hot cum, sweaty forehead finding yours and stealing one last wet kiss from you, he pulled out, reaching behind him to pull some tissues from a box to help you clean yourself up.

You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, unable to understand what any of what just happened meant as the last notes of your song kept playing over the speakers and he hadn’t said a word; you tried standing up from the now very embarrassing position on Yoongi’s lap only to be pulled back down by him, hand reaching under your shirt to rub your right side “Please be careful getting back home, yeah?” 

You quickly nodded, getting to your feet and collecting your discarded clothes, putting them on as Yoongi placed his back in place, hand reaching the door as he was already back to work “Oh and (Y/N)?” 

“Yeah?” you turned to face him, a small smile playing on his lips

“I’ll see you around”

As Monday rolled around and the company was called for the monthly meeting, you made your way to your assigned seat, which coincidentally happened to be just in front of none other than Min Yoongi, who was cheerily talking with Jimin, his eyes finding yours as you settled your things down, him shooting a smile your way as your phone dinged with a notification

Unknown Number [09:34]: you looked so pretty last week with those hickeys all over you

Unknown Number [09:34]: how about a round two after this? 

[dreamescapeswriting]

Makeout Mountain ~ KTH [Request]

↱↱↱Word Count: 3.2K

↱↱↱Genre: Fluffy

↱↱↱Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

↱↱↱A/N: Just as a TW there are no mentions of actual abuse within this fic as it would make me too uncomfortable to write but it is brushed upon and spoken about/referenced.

The sun was practically melting your skin off your body as you walked in the direction of your local cafe, you were running late for work and you didn't want to give your boss more of a reason to hate you in the mornings. Though she was only at your building for a week she was your CEO and made your life a living hell whenever she was around. Searching through your bag you fished out your purse from the bottom only spilling the contents of everything else out onto the floor, 

"Oh fuck," You grumbled bending down and picking up your car keys, first aid kit which you carried everywhere and then your purse but as you went to grab the black leather purse another hand reached out for it. Whoever's hand it belonged to had really nice hands, and he was wearing a small ring on his right pinky making you recognise it instantly.

"Tae?" You whispered eyes slowly moving up from his hand to his arm and finally landing on his eyes, those beautiful doe-like eyes that sent shivers through your body and could see straight to your soul.

"Y/n?" He was shocked to see that it was you he was helping out, you packed everything back into your handbag and he held out his hand to help you to your feet. He'd grown a lot since the last time you saw him seven years ago and you knew that he was this big star now. He smiled when he caught you staring for too long and you coughed to clear your throat and look away, 

"It's good to see you," He stuck out his hand for you to shake as if you hadn't been best friends for years until seven years ago. 

"It's good to see you too Tae, how are you?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and he was stunned at first, the Y/n he used to know hated all kinds of physical contact but he wasn't going to deny hugging his high school crush. His arms snaked around your waist and up your back pulling you close as he felt your heart rapidly beating against his chest,

"I've been good, how are you? You seem-"

"Happier?" You giggled cutting him off and nodding along with him. You were, you were a lot happier now that everything in your life had changed for the better.

"We should-" He was cut short when your phone started ringing loudly,

"Shit." You grunted noticing your bosses caller ID coming onto the screen, 

"I have to go I'm late, we should meet up for a coffee sometime...you know if you're allowed?" He didn't care if he wasn't allowed he wanted to spend more time with you, get to know the you that you were now.

"Sure! Erm, here." He took your phone declining the call and adding his number into the dialling pad and ringing himself so he would have your number as well. 

"Call me when you're free and we'll figure something out." He told you as you started taking off in the other direction to him, waving goodbye and sprinting in the direction of your office building.

"You're late!" You boss yelled as you ran into the building dripping in sweat but only making it by being two minutes late, you knew there was nothing you could say to make her like you so you stayed silent and headed over to your desk to start on your day. Four more days of dealing with her and she would go back to her main office in Busan and you could go back to running your company in the way you and your employees liked.

"You have a meeting with Lee-Hi this morning and this afternoon you have a meeting with Miss Sana in there and then that's all." You assistant spoke but you weren't listening, you were too busy staring at the name that Taehyung had saved him. It was what you used to call him back in High School, 

"WinterBear" 

You only called him it a couple of times whenever he would sneak in your house to see you or sneak you out but you were happy he remembered it like you did. You could still remember the last time he snuck you out of the house, it was almost as though it was still fresh in your memory though it was almost 7 years ago when he'd just turned 16 and made plans to become famous. 

A plate crashed against the wall downstairs and you pulled the pillow over your head tighter not wanting to hear the yelling and smashing of items. Every sound made you flinch and every yell made you want to sink deeper into the mattress until it was like the scene from Nightmare on Elm Street,

"Y/n!" You frowned hearing your name being whispered, you pulled off the pillow looking around your room to see Taehyung sitting on the small roof below your window. 

"Tae?!" You whispered back quietly getting off the bed and making your way over to him, you unlocked the window and he smiled at you. He wasn't going to tell you that he could hear what was happening inside the house, he was just going to get you out as quickly as he could. 

"Is your door locked?" You nodded, the door was always locked whenever the fighting started and he knew that very well from all the previous times he'd come by to see you.

"Come on," You unlocked the window and slipped out of it, Taehyung took your hand in his so you wouldn't slip and he started walking you across the roof and towards his when you flinched hearing the sound of glass breaking. 

"Keep walking." He whispered to you and you followed his orders, walking along the flat vinyl roofing until you reached the small gap that connected your small roof with his. 

"Go on," He urged and you leant across shifting yourself over and waiting for him.

"What are we doing?" You questioned but he held his finger up to his lips pointing at his grandparent's open window and then gestured over to the ladder at the side of the roof that was waiting for you.

"I'm kidnapping you for the night," He chuckled pulling a set of car keys from his pocket and waving them in front of your face and pointing at the black car he'd gotten for his 16th birthday, 

"Tae you haven't even passed yet." You warned, you knew he was an excellent driver but he still wasn't legally allowed to drive, 

"Shut up and get in, it's a kidnapping." You shook your head at him but followed his orders and got into the passenger side door and waited for him. 

"So where are you taking me?" He turned on the engine and turned his head to look at you, 

"That's a secret, here you'll need this." He threw one of his old school hoodies at you and let you slip it over your PJ's before driving off in the middle of the night.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" You were pulled from your daydream and nodded at your assistant who went back to telling you about the meetings ahead for the day. You bit down on your lip debating texting him right now and escaping for the rest of the week but you didn't even have a spare minute with the CEO breathing down your neck and your meetings. 

I'm free Friday Winterbear x 

Taehyung's heart picked up as soon as he saw your name pop up on the screen, it made his heart leap as he saw that you were free soon. He really wanted to catch up with you after not seeing you for seven years, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since he got to the BigHit building. The boys could tell there was something making their friend extra happy by the way he was smiling and laughing a lot more, and the way he was smiling down at his phone with his nose scrunched up.

I'll text you with details later! x 

He'd debated adding that he'd missed you but he figured he could tell you that when he saw you next.

The past four days had seemed to drag on as long as they could and you hadn't decided if it was because your boss was finally leaving or that you were finally going to spend more time with Taehyung but the day was finally there. You were finally waiting outside the cafe you'd bumped into Taehyung in front of and you were nervous, for some reason your heart was pounding about meeting him and your hands were sweating the more you thought about him being there with you. 

"Are you Y/n?" You looked up from the floor to see a small bald man in a black suit carrying a silver briefcase, you nodded slowly unsure if you wanted to tell a stranger your identity - especially someone who looked like they worked for the FBI or the Men In Black. 

"Winterbear said to tell you he's right around the corner," 

"Oh! Thank you!" You smiled watching him walk away and making sure he wasn't going to turn around and follow you. You started walking in the direction he'd gestured too and found Taehyung leaning against the same black car he'd had since he was 16. He was dressed in black jeans, with a white shirt and black leather jacket the whole outfit coming together with his black sunglasses.

"She still runs?!" You asked in shock making him smile with his bright smile that managed to make you smile no matter what, 

"She does!" He tapped the door affectionately, 

"I thought she would have died out by now." You laughed running your hand along the black bonnet. 

"Don't listen to her Priscilla," Taehyung whispered opening the door and getting into the driver's seat, 

"Get in then." You slid into your seat and took the sunglasses he was handing out for you, 

"Where are you taking me this time?" He smiled turning on the engine and revving it a little.

"Secret."

"Taehyung this is-" You were speechless as you looked down at Seoul from the mountain he'd taken you up. It was a long drive filled with catching up on everything that Taehyung had been doing while you avoided all his questions on you. The road leading up the mountain was nothing but curves and hills until you reached the top which was like a giant car park surrounded by trees and to the left a huge waterfall going down to the bottom. 

"It's a secret place, only street racers and people who want to get away for a while know about it," You smiled as you stared at the view, it was insanely beautiful, 

"It's so pretty Tae." He stared at you thinking the same thing about you but he stayed silent as he got a blanket out from the boot and laid it on the floor so you could look at the view and catch up.

"We've talked about me all day, how are you?" You knew what he meant by the question and you looked down at your hands. 

"Things are good Tae, really." He stared at you trying to see if you were lying but when you locked eyes with him he knew it was the truth, 

"What do you do now?" He questioned leaning back on his hands and staring at you, you laughed softly and tucked some of the hair behind your ear. 

"I erm...I work for a big company and I run one of the buildings we have in Seoul." He smiled as you began explaining about how you'd made your way up to the position you were in now and he couldn't help but feel proud of you. 

"None of this would have been possible without you though Tae...If it wasn't for you that night I don't-" He stopped you by placing his hand over yours, he knew that night was hard for you to talk about and he didn't want to make you relive anything you didn't want to. 

Another night another fight but Taehyung could tell this one was worse, your window was open and you had suitcases sitting on the flat roof. He'd just gotten back late from training and he saw you so made his way up as quickly as he could and slipped through the window, 

"What are you doing?" He questioned, as soon as your head lifted to look at him he was flooded by anger, you had a giant red mark across your face from a slap that had clearly happened. Your face was covered in tear marks and you were still crying now, 

"Help me pack, quickly." You begged and he didn't question anything, he just grabbed everything out of your wardrobe and filled up the over the shoulder bag with everything while you picked out underwear and bathroom products. 

"Where are you going?" He questioned as you got out of the window not even leaving a note for your parents, if you left a note they would find you and you didn't want that. You needed out of the toxicity and if this was the way it was going to work than it was the way it was going to be.

"I don't know, I just know I need out Taehyung...I have a friend in Seoul and I can stay with for now and I have money for trains so I guess I'll head to Seoul in the morning." He stared at you while you tried to lower the suitcases onto the ground. 

"I'll drive you to the station in the morning, you can think about this with a clear mind-"

"I don't need to think Taehyung, I need out of here. I can't-" He nodded in agreement and took your hand in his pulling you to the car and helping you load it up. 

"Then I'll take you there now, but I'm not letting you sit there alone." You smiled at him and he helped you into the car staring at you as he got into his side of the car. He realised this was the last time he was ever going to see you and he debated telling you everything, spilling out his heart for you and letting you know that he had been in love with you for years but he held it all in driving off down towards Daegu station.

He let you lay on his shoulder while you waited in the car together, you were sitting on the backseat while he hummed softly to you to help you sleep peacefully. He drew invisible patterns into your skin while he looked out of the window and wondered when he would ever see you again.

"The night was one of the best and worst nights of my life," You admitted and before he could ask why you were already explaining it, 

"I got away from them and started my own life but I lost the one person I care the most about," His heart began racing as you stared over at him, 

"Me?" You nodded laughing softly a little as a blush crept onto his cheeks, you turned away to look at the view again and Taehyung studied the way you looked. You looked different but it was a good different, there was always a hint of a smile on your face, you looked as though you were glowing through happiness and you just seemed better.

"I'm proud of you, you know?" You turned back to him with a frown on your face, 

"I should be the one proud of you, which I am! You're this huge star now Taehyung and you're incredible," He shook his head at you scooting closer so you would listen to him, like really listen to him as he spoke to you. 

"Tae?" He took your hands in his and ran his fingers along your knuckles, 

"You're incredible, you've always been so strong even when your parents would fight and scream...When they did some things that-" He stopped himself from bringing up the rough past but continued on with why he was proud of you. 

"Despite all of that you never let any of it hold you back, you continued pushing forward even though you were alone and you must have been so scared when you moved to Seoul alone but you did it! You did it and I've never been so proud of someone before." You were tearing up as he told you all of this, throughout your life you'd never heard someone tell you that they were proud of you for something you had done and it was tugging on your heartstrings. 

"Back then you were this scared little girl who needed an escape and now you're a woman who...Who I've been in love with since we were 6 years old and you gave me a toy cow to play with- God you're a woman who made her own destiny and is still making her life the way she wants it and I'm just so proud of you." Your heart stopped beating as he told you that he had been in love with you, you stared into his eyes as he was still ranting about how proud he was. He must not have noticed that he'd admitted his feelings for you which made you giggle, he frowned looking up at you. 

"You love me?" He began stuttering over some words not being able to form complete sentences until you put your hand on his cheek running your thumb along his soft skin, it was as if it relaxed him enough to talk again. 

"I do..." You smiled and he couldn't tell if it was a smile of pity or a smile of you being actually happy, 

"I love you too." You admitted to him and it was as if the air had suddenly gotten harder to breathe in and neither of you knew what to do then until Taehyung placed his hand on top of yours - which was still on his face.

"I'm going to kiss you..." You laughed so hard that you snorted a little and he blushed once again leaning forward, you closed the gap between you and as soon as your lips met it was like magic. The bird seemed to sing louder and you could hear the water hitting the floor at the waterfall, everything was heightened as soon as you kissed him. The way his hand felt as he cupped your face and the way he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips and you both began making out on the top of the mountain. 

"Is this the famous Y/n we hear so much about?" Jin asked as you walked through the dorm front door hand in hand with Taehyung, the makeout session on top of the mountain still fresh in your minds. 

"Don't start embarrassing me," Taehyung warned but it was too late, Jimin had wrapped his arm around you and was welcoming you into the dorms while introducing them all. 

"I have some embarrassing photos of Taehyung I can show you, maybe use them as leverage whenever you want to get your own way about something." Jungkook teased looking at Taehyung who was trying to stop them all from crowding you but you didn't mind, it was like being around 6 other different versions of Tae and it felt nice that they were welcoming you with open arms.

"I have some from our childhood so I'll show you those if you show me yours." You teased back making Taehyung groan and throw himself down onto the sofa he knew this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship between you guys but the end of his reputation for him. 

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Lost & Found - 13

Pairing: Park Jimin x soulmate (oc)

Warnings: Insecurity, anxiety, abandonment, oc feels like she’s gonna puke which, honestly, same

Word Count: 5.3k

a/n: we’ve only got a few chapters left!!!! *cue the screaming*

Chapter 13. You Never Walk Alone

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I’ve never been one to follow the rules.

In fact, I’ve wondered many times if I came into existence for the sole purpose of breaking as many rules as possible within a short amount of time.

However, as I sit here staring down at my phone and listening to it ringing without someone answering on the other end, I find myself promising whoever is listening to my prayers that I’ll obey every rule to come my way for the rest of my life as long as someone just answers me.

For hours, no one does.

By the time the moon has risen, I’ve finally dozed off on the couch with my phone still in hand and a very confused Elle on my stomach. When my phone begins to ring, I jump, nearly falling off of the couch in the process.

Without even bothering to see who is calling me, I bring the phone up to my ear.

“Yah, hyung. I’m already- oh...Jolie?”

I blink, wondering for a moment if this is all some cruel dream. “...Jimin? What’s going on- what happened?”

“You’re safe- she’s safe, hyung.” There’s chatter in the background, but my ears perk up at a familiar voice. “I’m so sorry, you must have been worried sick- hey!”

“Jolie?”

I jump off the couch, eyes wide. “Chung-hei?! What’s going on? Why haven’t you been answering your phone? I- I thought…”

I don’t quite know what I thought. Obviously, that the worst had transpired. Chung-hei knows exactly what path my thoughts have taken, as she’s quick to explain.

“I’m so sorry, Jolie. When we left your place Sunmi noticed that someone was tailing us,” my breath comes up short. “I think they thought you were with us, they might have been tailing the car for the past couple of days to make sure it was yours. And then they probably saw Christina…”

She doesn’t need to explain that to me. No doubt whoever was tailing them saw Christina with her severed thread and automatically assumed that she was Jimin’s estranged soulmate.

“So what happened? Is everyone ok? Is Christina alright?”

There’s some fumbling on the other side of the phone, and I swear I hear Chung-hei’s annoyed sigh but it’s quickly covered as another familiar voice breaks through the phone.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me!” Christina shouts a little unnecessarily.

“I- how did you hear me?” I ask, furrowing my brows. “Am I on speaker?”

There’s a long pause in which I know that I must be on speaker, especially as a voice that sounds mysteriously like Kim Seokjin shouts “Yeah you are we wanted to know what you sound like!” There’s a muffled grunt in which I can imagine someone giving him a firm elbow to the ribs.

“Hang on, let me step outside-” Christina’s suggestion is met with a load of whining, but she must ignore them because a second later all is silent save for the sound of wind. “There. I needed to get out of there- I’m freaking out. I’m so dying right now.”

“I’m sure you’re rattled, you were literally just tailed! How did you lose them?”

“Oh, yeah. That sucked, but I was talking about the fact that I literally just met BTS. I don’t want to spoil anything for you, but Park Jimin is so much more handsome in person. I couldn’t hardly think straight in there-”

“Yeah, yeah,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Save it for later. I was a mess over here, thinking you’d died or something. Can you please explain what went on?”

Once she subsides in her giggling - and I get over the strange butterflies that have somehow come to life in my stomach - Christina gets to the point.

“Right...well, we’d only made it a couple of blocks before Sumni noticed that someone was following us. She’s been trained to pick up on that kind of stuff, you know. She said that they’d been hiding out near your apartment earlier, and that it looked like they’d been waiting the entire time while we’d been inside.”

“So how’d you lose them?”

“She drove straight toward the Bighit building and contacted the security there. By the time the people tracking us knew that she was leading them into a trap, it was too late. They got pulled over, security took them over to the police department a little while ago.”

I shiver thinking about them lurking outside of my apartment, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

“And...why didn’t you answer my calls, then? I seriously was about to go running around Seoul looking for you.”

Christina barks a laugh. “That’d be a sight to see. We were told to power off our phones, they’re being looked at right now to make sure they weren’t able to somehow get a way to track us through there. We should get them back pretty soon.”

Taking a seat and then slinking down to sprawl out on the couch, I sight at the ceiling. My eyes well up tears of relief, but I close my eyes to stop them from escaping. “I’m happy you’re safe.”

“Me too. The boys were already at the Bighit building, you should’ve seen Jimin. He was-” Christina lowers her voice as though suddenly realizing that she’s not that far from the man in question, “You know how the boys say that he can be really scary when he’s angry?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I believe them now. I think it was a good thing security took those people away before he could see them. He probably would have killed them, he looked so pissed off.”

I snort out a laugh, throwing my hand over my mouth. “Let me guess, that only made him more attractive to you?”

“You know what, it totally did.”

It feels good to laugh after the stress of the day, so I let it out. Giggling up a storm with Christina who admits that she may be wavering in her undying devotion for Jimin simply because of the fact that Taehyung offered her a glass of lemonade.

“Oh, oh! He’s looking at me- oh. He’s telling me to come back inside.” I let out another guffaw at Christina’s massive crush on Taehyung. “Hey, I have to turn you back over to your soulmate now, but I’ll let you know when I get my phone back. Ok?”

“Ok,” I mumble, suddenly going quiet. There’s some static as the phone is exchanged, and suddenly Jimin’s speaking to me.

“Hey...you doing ok?”

I blink, taken aback by his question. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Then, when he doesn’t respond, “Are you...alright?”

From the way the voices in the background are fading, Jimin must be moving away to find a more private location. Indeed, I again hear Seokjin’s teasing voice in the background however it’s too muffled to understand.

“Yeah. All good over here.” I hear a door click shut. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, though. About everything that happened today. You might not like it, but...well, it’s for your own safety.”

This has me sitting up straight, bracing for whatever it is he’s about to say. “Ok…”

“We need you to stay inside, don’t leave your house. Just for a couple of days, maximum. We don’t know if these people had more that were trying to track you, and until we can round them all up…”

I stare blankly at the wall in front of me. Stay here? No work?

Honestly, it doesn’t sound that bad.

Except for one little thing.

“...Jolie?”

“I...I’m not sure, Jimin.”

“I know. I know, and I’m sorry,” it makes it so much worse, because I can hear just how sorry he is. “But please, just for a few days. We need- I need you safe.”

How can I say no to that?

“Alright.”

“You’ll do it? I’ll have groceries delivered, just text me what you need-”

“I’m pretty sure I can pay for my groceries, Jimin,” I say with a strained smile, eyeing the calendar on the wall and the circled date just a couple of days from now. Hopefully all of this will blow over by then. “Don’t worry.”

“Honestly, if you don’t send me a grocery list I’ll just end up sending random food to your apartment. So take your pick, I guess.”

Rolling my eyes fondly, I give an over exaggerated sigh. “Fine. I’ll compile a list.”

✂

The girls get their phones back not long after I finish my conversation with Jimin. Sunmi is quick to send me a play by play of Christina’s growing crush, which helps to ease the worry growing in the pit of my stomach.

The next morning there’s a pile of groceries waiting outside on my doorstep, making me smile softly. Jimin had clearly added a few items to my small list, because I don’t remember requesting a bag of chocolates or a bag of Doritos. Either way, I’ll take it.

There isn’t a whole lot to do with my day off, other than find a new show to watch and different ways to annoy Elle. Jimin texts me throughout the day, and I find myself itching to call him.

If only to just hear his voice for a moment.

However, as my fingers hover over the call button, I find myself hesitating. It scares me just how quickly I want to interact with him. After all that I did to distance myself from him, I’ve been reduced to an insatiable fangirl after a bouquet of flowers and some slipped chocolates.

Staring at my phone, I try my best to control my breathing. Then I send off a message.

Me: Ok, help. I’m freaking out.

Christina is quick to respond.

Christina 🍯: hahahahaha

Me: what.

Me: I come to you for help and I get laughed at? 😡

Christina 🍯: no, it’s just...when are you not freaking out?

Christina 🍯: think about it

Christina 🍯: you always are lol

Me: Ok. Not helping. Remember, I came to you for help?

Christina 🍯: right right, what’s up

Me: I think this is all happening too fast

Christina 🍯: I’m assuming this is about Park Jimin?? Who, might I add, looked fiiiine in his sweats yesterday

Me: QUIT IT

Me: I’M GROWING WEAK

Christina 🍯: are you feeling things?!! 😱

Me: YES OK I AM PLS HELP

Christina 🍯: I don’t see why you need help…?

Christina 🍯: isn’t this a good thing?

Me: is it?

Christina 🍯: ...yes.

Christina 🍯: what brought this on?

Me: I want to call him.

Christina 🍯: ….

Me: We just talked last night.

Christina 🍯: ….

Me: well, isn’t it all a bit much? I mean, I literally was trying to be completely separated from him just a few weeks ago and now I’m suddenly having to remind myself that I don’t need to constantly talk to him! Isn’t that like a bit...idk, a bit sketchy??

Christina 🍯: no.

Christina 🍯: idk if you remember this, but he’s your soulmate. And sometimes when people start to meet their soulmates, they want to talk all the time.

Me: isn’t it going to annoy him? I mean, I already kinda feel like a pity case…

Christina 🍯: first off, no. you’re not a pity case, so stop thinking that. If anyone’s a pity case, it’s me because I was invited to lunch today with Chung-hei nd the boys and I’m gonna ride this out for as long as possible

Christina 🍯: if I could sneak you a picture of Tae without looking like a creep, I totally would 😰

Me: ok, I don’t know how to respond to that lolll

Me: have fun at lunch though!!! Don’t drool or anything

Christina 🍯: yeah, let’s move past that 😂

Christina 🍯: just, call him. Honestly, he’s been checking his phone constantly anyways. And, don’t you think he deserves it? Call him. You know I don’t mean this in a rude way but...he’s done everything in this weird relationship-that’s-not-a-relationship so far. Time for you to return the favor.

✂

“...Jimin?”

Jimin blinks, looking around the table until his eyes land on who was just calling his name. Chung-hei smiles at him from her spot beside Namjoon.

“Yes?”

It’s when everyone starts to giggle that he realizes he must have missed something.

“How’re you doing over there?” Chung-hei asks. Jimin frowns.

“...good. How are you?”

Namjoon places his arm on the back of Chung-hei’s chair, and Jimin notices the way her cheeks automatically redden.

“You seem a little distracted today,” Namjoon croons. “That’s all.”

Looking around at everyone’s amused faces, Jimin notices one face that isn’t looking in his direction.

Christina is smiling slightly at her phone, fingers flying across the screen as she texts out a message.

“Christina’s distracted too!” Jimin points to the girl like a kindergartener, a sly smile on his face when she looks up at him with raised brows.

“Hey, it’s for a good reason,” she says.

“Oh?” Taehyung leans forward, resting his chin in his hand. “And what would that be?”

Everyone notices the way Christina looks at Taehyung before quickly looking away, as though looking at him for too long could burn her. Like a moth to a candle, though, she can’t quite stay away.

“His soulmate,” she finally says, pointing an accusing finger right back at him. “I’m helping her through an existential crisis or something.”

Jimin automatically scoots forward, concern written across his face. “What’s going on? Does she need something?”

Christina snorts as a text - a text from Jolie, apparently - comes through on her phone. “No. She’s fine. Just needs to get out of her head. I suspect that sitting cooped up in the house isn’t helping.”

Ah.

It had hurt to have to order her to stay home, he knew how much that could hurt. Sure, some people might not have a problem with it. But something told him that there were only so many distractions in Jolie’s small apartment that could keep her entertained. Hopefully it would all be over soon.

And then what?

That was the question that had been plaguing him today. How long would he be forced to run this same track over and over again? How long until they were both ready to face each other?

They were going to face each other, right?

Christina sits back in her chair with a satisfied sigh, looking quite pleased with herself.

“What are you so happy about?” Jimin asks, leaning back and crossing his arms. Christina merely looks at him and then down at his phone which sits atop the table.

Just like magic, it begins to ring.

“O-oh, uh…” Jimin scrambles to his feet, nearly tipping over his water in the process. Grabbing his phone, he looks for the quickest exit.

“Why don’t you just stay in here?” Jin asks, ever the prying one. “We can all chat.”

Jimin pays him no mind, heading straight for the door and bringing the phone to his ear. “Hey, what’s up?” He prays he sounds nonchalant.

“Aish, he’s already so over-protective,” Hobi calls out loud enough for Jolie to hear on the other side of the phone.

“Hyung! At least wait until I’m out of the room!” Jimin shouts back, finally slipping out into the hallway. Jolie’s laugh is enough to make him smile.

“Sounds like you’re having fun,” she teases.

Jimin sighs, leaning his head back against the wall. “So much. How are you? Have you gone stir-crazy yet?”

There’s a moment’s silence. “Yes. Definitely. I think by about eight o’clock this morning, actually.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

Another moment of silence, in which Jimin scrambles for something - anything to say in order to keep her on the phone.

“Did you, uh, get the groceries?” It’s a pointless question; he was notified this morning when they were dropped off.

“Oh! I did! And I saw some chocolate…? And Doritos. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Jimin grins. “Nope. No clue.”

“Huh. Interesting. I could have sworn you’d added them in there. What are you trying to do, make me fall in love with you or something?”

Of course, the answer is yes. Can he say that, though?

Aren’t they supposed to be taking this slow? Why did nobody tell him that it would be this hard to do something so simple?

“Sorry...was that awkward?”

Jimin starts at the sound of Jolie’s voice, realizing that he never responded. “Er, no. Sorry, I was just thinking.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Is chocolate all it takes, then?”

He swears he can hear a gasp on the other side of the phone, but then again that may just be wishful thinking.

Either way, he temporarily throws caution to the wind. He knows he’s toeing the line, but he can’t find it in himself to back off. Not when he can hear Jolie’s soft laugh on the other side of the phone and wonders if she’s wearing that same smile he saw for a fraction of a second all those weeks ago.

“Well, it’s a good start. Obviously the chips were a bonus.”

“Ah, yeah. I thought those might be a nice touch.” He pauses. “Hey, are your flowers still doing good? Or are they dead?”

“I feel like I’m in danger of receiving more flowers if these ones are dead,” Jolie muses.

“Danger? Really?”

“You know you don’t have to keep me in constant supply of flowers, right? Besides, I’m planning on drying the ones I have now.”

“Consider it a present for making you stay inside for so long.”

Jolie hums on the other side, and Jimin finds himself nodding along to the sound. “About that...any updates? Do I have any more stalkers?”

Jimin shivers at the thought. He’s dealt with his fair share of stalkers over the years, he’s had quite enough of them. “Nothing yet, but we should know more by tonight at the latest. I’ll be sure to call you as soon as I know.”

It’s quiet on the other side, but Jimin allows some time for the quiet to settle. When he doesn’t get a response back for a while, he quietly speaks.

“Hey, you alright over there?”

There’s a long sigh, one that he thinks he wasn’t supposed to hear. “Mm? Oh, yeah. All good. You good?”

Jimin smiles. “All good.”

✂

House arrest doesn’t suit me. It’s going on day three, and I’ve found that the thrill of television isn’t what it used to be. Especially not as the pile of empty chocolate wrappers grow.

I told Jimin as much last night before I went to bed. I also accused him of trying to make me gain weight. He only cackled and told me he’d send over healthier foods in the morning.

I should have known it sounded too good to be true. This morning I checked my porch to see a suspicious grocery bag with bananas and apples on the top. Upon further inspection I found that the fruit was only a cover for what lay underneath.

Two more bags of assorted chocolates.

Oh, and a note that Jimin must have added for the deliverer which was left on the bag. It simply said: delivery request: please hide chocolate under the fruit.

“I can’t believe it.”

“Wow, so are we past saying hello when we call? I don’t know how I feel about that.”

I try to ignore how easy - how right - it feels to just grab my phone and call Jimin up. There are still a fair amount of nerves going into it, but over the past few days we’ve grown accustomed to it.

“You sent me more chocolate!”

“Buuut I countered it with fruit. Isn’t that good?”

I roll my eyes. “Sure, but the fact that you’re forcing me to practice self-restraint is absolutely horrible.

“Ah, I see. So next time I should just send the apples?”

“No…”

I find a comfortable spot on the couch, staring at the calendar before me. Staring at the date, with a little circle around it.

Nothing to celebrate today. But certainly something to remember.

Jimin’s rambling - he rambles, I’ve come to learn this - about his day and how they have an interview coming up this weekend, however I find that I’m struggling to listen. Especially as the calendar grows larger and larger in my eyes.

I wait until it’s dark to slip out.

With my pre-ordered train ticket shining on my phone, I keep my head down and my hood up as I rush to the station. At this time of night on a weekday, there aren’t nearly as many people about. That being said, it’s still Seoul. There are still plenty of people on the sidewalks, and I can only pray that they don’t notice my lack of a red thread amidst the sea of threads adorning the roads.

Thankfully, I make it to the station without much of an issue. It isn’t long before I’m settled and holding the dried hydrangeas close to my chest.

It isn’t a long ride to my hometown, only about twenty minutes by train. Throughout the entire time I remain on high alert, knowing that if I somehow wind up in trouble that Bighit may very well murder me in my sleep.

I watch as the train rolls to a stop at my destination, and I hurry off before anyone can notice me. Once I’m outside, I let out a sigh of relief.

It’s been too long.

One year, actually.

The cemetery isn’t far from the station, and I don’t dare risk a taxi. So, with my flowers still in hand, I begin my silent pilgrimage.

✂

Not much has changed here. I peeked the same family that runs the sweet shop I used to adore, constantly begging for just enough won for some sweets. The streets even look the same, only a few small changes here and there.

It’s the fact that this was my home but that I don’t quite belong here anymore that makes my feet all the heavier. When the cemetery finally comes into view, I take a deep breath and trudge onward.

Coming to a stop before a small tombstone, I groan and kneel before it. It was a longer walk than I remembered.

“Hey Mom,” I whisper, taking care to gently separate the bouquet in half and lay some flowers on either side. “Dad.” Once the flowers are in their proper places, I lean back on my hands.

“I’m not really supposed to be outside right now...but, I promised I’d visit every year, didn’t I?” I look expectantly at the tombstone, but receive no answer. The stone is cold and unwavering, but I find that I don’t mind. The moon is bright and full, shining down enough light to see clearly. “Well, I’m here. I would have brought you some fresh flowers but...well, things are a little complicated right now.”

Inhaling deeply, I chew on my bottom lip before exhaling. As I do, my vision blurs a bit with unshed tears. Finally, bringing my left hand forward, I look down at the severed thread.

“Mom, you wouldn’t know who he is, but I met my soulmate. Well, not officially, I guess. That’s where things get complicated. But I’m trying to fix it.” Looking heavenward, I watch the stars winking down at me. “Dad, you’ll know him. His name is Park Jimin.”

✂

“What do you mean she’s not home?”

Jimin is currently pacing in the living room, listening to Sunmi’s voice on speaker. The others sit in various spaces around the room, each mirroring a look of concern.

Sunmi had been cleared to head over to Jolie’s, which Jimin had deemed a tender mercy. He felt horrible for her, knowing that she was probably going crazy. So, Sunmi had gone over to surprise her.

Except there was one little problem.

“I’m telling you, she’s not here,” Sunmi responds, struggling to maintain her composure. “I got here about ten minutes ago and knocked, but all the lights were off and it looked like nobody was home. Nobody’s answering. She’s not here, and she won’t answer her phone.”

Jimin looks around the room in horror. Automatically his mind conjures up the worst-possible scenarios. “Where would she go? There’s no sign of a break-in, right?”

Chung-hei frowns on the other side of the room, pulling her phone out. “I’ll check her location right now,” she reassures.

“No, everything looks normal. Should I ask around? See if anyone’s seen her?”

“No, not yet. That will only raise suspicion.” Jimin says, watching with bated breath and Chung-hei tries to locate his soulmate.

When Chung-hei’s expression changes from confused worry to stunned understanding, Jimin isn’t sure how to react.

“What is it?” He asks, impatient.

“I didn’t realize,” Chung-hei mumbles. “What’s the date today?” She answers the question herself, confirming it. “She’s back home.”

“What do you mean? Sunmi just said-”

“No, not that home.” Chung-hei flips the phone around to show him. “It’s been a year. And she promised him she’d visit every year.”

It takes a moment for Jimin to process the information, already thinking about how quickly he can convince someone to tail him while he drives out to Jolie. She can get in the other car to return, obviously so she doesn’t have to see him-

“One year.” Jimin blinks, suddenly remembering what Jolie mentioned in her letter. “It’s the anniversary of her father’s passing.”

Chung-hei’s solemn nod is answer enough.

Jimin stumbles back to sit in the nearest chair, rubbing his hands over his face. “I need to go out there-”

“No, you know you can’t do that,” Namjoon immediately rejects.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

Namjoon grinds his jaw, glancing at Chung-hei as the two share a silent conversation. When Namjoon’s shoulders relax, Jimin finds himself hoping. There’s no way he can leave Jolie to go through this alone.

“Bang Sihyuk will kill us if he finds out,” Namjoon begins.

“I don’t care-”

“I do.” Namjoon sighs. “So don’t get caught.”

Jimin blinks. “What?”

Namjoon shrugs, looking around the room. “Don’t get caught. Make it look like you snuck out.”

Leaping to his feet, Jimin hardly has time to grab his jacket before he’s flying out the door. “Send me the location!” He shouts out before the door closes.

He doesn’t know what possesses him as he sprints down the street, but he’s reminded of the last time he went running toward his soulmate.

This time, he knows that he’s been through the heartbreak. Surely he’s been through the worst of it. Now, all that’s on his mind is the fact that his soulmate is alone and she shouldn’t be.

He’s tired of being alone.

It’s been years since Jimin last took the train, but Chung-hei explains in her text containing Jolie’s location that it might be his best bet.

Without a second thought, Jimin boards the train and heads toward his soulmate.

✂

My eyelids are drooping, but the walk back to the train station seems daunting. “I need to get going,” I mumble.

My voice is a little hoarse from all the talking I’ve done over the past hour. Even in death, my parents can’t escape my rambling.

Not that I think they mind.

I rise to my feet, taking one last look at the flowers that my soulmate gifted me before leaving them there on the tombstone.

“Goodnight, Mom and Dad.”

Despite my exhaustion, I remember to walk briskly back toward the gas station. I keep my head down with my hands in my pocket.

My heart feels a little heavy tonight. I shoot a melancholy smile toward the stars, who act as my solitary companion tonight. I can’t shake the feeling that I would really rather not be alone tonight.

Nobody deserves to mourn alone.

My fingers itch to call Jimin or Christina or anybody, but I put it off. I had my phone on silent, and the last thing I needed was bringing attention to myself by talking loud enough for everyone to hear. If Jimin found out that I was out here…

He’d probably stop sending me chocolates. At the very least.

Yes, it would be best to wait until I’m home and in the warmth of my bed before calling him.

Like a dream, my feet carry me toward the train station. It’s downhill for the most part, making it easier than I thought it would be. A tender mercy, I suppose, for a day like today.

Thankfully, it’s late enough now that the station is empty for the most part. Only a few stragglers wander about, all of which are too tired to pay me any mind. However, as I near the ticket booth, I feel it.

Almost like something pulling on my thread. It’s a similar feeling to what I felt as the thread had been cut, but there’s no reason for it to be acting up again.

“That’ll be 26,000 won,” the person on the other side of the booth drawls, looking for all the world like they’d rather walk across hot coals then have to spend another moment here.

“Oh, right.” I pull the money from my wallet, sliding it under the little window. “Sorry about that, I got distracted-”

“Here ya go,” they interrupt, clearly not very interested in what was distracting me. All the better, I suppose.

Thanking them, I pocket the ticket and make my way to a bench before the platform. The train should be here in about fifteen minutes.

But there’s that annoying tug again, nearly pulling my hand off my lap. I frown down at the thread, too tired to put that much thought into it. I’ll have to ask Christina if she’s ever known a thread to act up.

There’s a cold draft in the station, one that only gets worse as an incoming train pulls up and comes to a stop. I keep my head down as the doors open and people begin to file out.

At least, I try to until I’m practically thrown off my seat as my thread pushes and pulls at me. It’s starting to cause a scene, so I hurry off to the side and half-hide behind a pillar. Hopefully nobody will question why I gave up my perfectly nice seat.

Burying my hand in my pocket, I look around to make sure nobody is coming my way when my eyes catch on something- or rather, a lack of something.

Someone walks off the train, however the typical red thread doesn’t accompany them.

That’s not the only thing that alarms me. It’s the fact that I know them.

Park Jimin glides off of the train and looks around, trying to deduce which exit to take. He pulls his phone out to look at something when he drops it due to a sudden jolt.

I watch, utterly paralyzed as he stumbles forward. Almost as though pulled by some invisible thread.

His eyes are wide and he’s practically buried under the large, puffy jacket he wears. It’s brown, to match his brown hair, which is ridiculously ruffled. He’s chewing on the inside of his lips as he lifts his head to look around yet again.

From across the station, our eyes meet. Slowly, so slowly it burns, I see the recognition register in his eyes as he trails from my face down to my left hand and back up to my eyes again.

Jimin freezes, and I realize that it isn’t because he’s afraid or nervous.

This is my choice to make. Even now, after all that’s happened, he still allows me to choose.

So, with a tentative step forward quickly followed by another, I choose him.

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Quarantine.19

[Masterlist]  Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers But as slow as you can go until the anticipation kills us all…  Genres: friendship, drama, romance SLOWEST OF BURNS BUT IT WILL BE BURNING AN ETERNAL FLAME!!!  Rating: PG-13 and above  Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city.  Words: 1.2k  Announcement: This chapter is the beginning of self-discovery, I want Y/N to be able to thrive without the boys first. So though Y/N is depressed which who wouldn't be after hearing anyone say that about them, give it time and there will be growth and learning and just so much more. I don't want Y/N to be helpless without a man you know? I want all my readers to know how bad ass they are without a man first and instead of the girl absolutely starstruck by the boys, I want the reality that is misunderstandings and lies and disappointment before it grows into something beautiful and romantic because the good stuff doesn't come easy.

Just like the Quarantine, it isn't the easiest thing to handle and it brings on these feelings which are very human and natural to feel, stress, despair even depression. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel so stick to your path and walk it every grueling step of the way because you will eventually reach the other side and breathe the fresh air.

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The boys felt sick. Never in their lives had they torn someone down as they did with you. It was all a lie, but they couldn’t tell you that. As much as it hurt them to hurt you, they would rather you hate them if it meant you were safe. None of the boys were ready for what was to follow. The supply center announced your disappearance late the next day. Having taken your bag and Walkie Talkie without a trace. However, no matter how many times they reached out, you didn’t answer. 

Had you been hurt or killed? Their only solace came from the men walking the street because if they were still searching it meant they hadn’t found you yet.  Taehyung used the walkie talkie every night before bed, he apologized profusely, wishing you would come back and telling you all about his day. 

He missed you, greatly. Jimin was no better having barely eaten, blaming himself for you being in danger. The boys had to bring him his meals and even then they had to encourage him to eat. 

A week had passed since they last heard from you and the food supplies had dropped not just for their building but for the rest of the area. Unfortunately with the men outside, they were unable to retrieve more foodstuff. Having multiple reports explaining what was happening the military confirmed they would send out a team, whenever they were next available to try to detain the gunmen. One evening the radio’s between the buildings started going off, someone had delivered supplies to three buildings at the end of the street. 

Talk about supplies being delivered gained traction as it happened at least once every evening, to alternate buildings. The health center explained they had no clue who was taking the supplies and delivering them. Each night the deliveries came closer and closer to their building. 

“Could it be Y/N?” Namjoon asked quietly tapping his fingers on the table, the name was a Taboo, it sent them all into a depressive spiral for hours.  “Our building is next so we will find out tonight, we should wait in the lobby” Jungkook whispered

The group made their plan, taking their bedding and heading to the first floor. It was getting late, they stared out the glass walls for any sign of you. Each one hoping that their building was indeed next like Jungkook had said. Not meaning to doze off, they couldn’t help it when their bodies fell asleep, exhausted despite their efforts. 

It wasn’t all for nothing there had been a delivery, in the garage elevator. They just needed the footage and then it would be clear if the Good Samaritan was you. 

The end of the week brought with it the armed forces to take control of the situation. Why hadn’t they waited, the military might have been able to return you safely. The gunmen had left the area in peace, the men from the army taking it upon themselves to make food deliveries. But even they had to get back to work, outside of the city. When the military left the gunmen returned as did the second round of disinfectant gas through the city, the fog thickened once more. 

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You were walking supplies to the hospital, raising your fist to knock and leaving the wagon at the door. They took the delivery thanking you via you had made several deliveries to the hospital this week. They asked you if you needed anything and you declined, walking back to your new base. It wasn’t homely like your other one, you didn’t think you could make another base like it, not because of resources but because of emotion. 

The people between the hospital and the supply center called you dead eyes when they thought you weren’t listening but you didn’t mind. You didn’t really feel much of anything, maybe it was truly better this way. You rounded the corner looking at the car you had written off, you had written an apology to mister Lee explaining what you had done and he seemed grateful to just be alive. 

Climbing through the convenience store window you shut it quickly behind you pulling off your mask. It was quiet and had been so for days, a whole week had passed since you spoke to them. You didn’t refer to them by name and tried not to think about them often. Preferring to sit and read Korean magazines on the shelves slowly. You currently had an IOU list in the store using mister Lee’s credit card, but surprisingly you didn’t eat much apart from a packet of noodles once a day. 

Laying in the small staff room out the back you got comfortable on the carpet, checking in on the radio as you did every morning. Just making sure everyone was safe in that area of town. As you laid there your back would click and clunk back into position while you waited for the darkness to take over. The fog was starting to lift a little making walking during the day that much more dangerous. 

You heard the military was being called in for two days to perform routine patrols, planning to arrest the gunmen. The supply center had agreed to keep your identity anonymous, especially after seeing you have an epic meltdown. You had informed a young woman who worked there what had happened and she consoled you for hours after you woke from sedation. She refused them from telling any of the civilians who you were but you allowed her to explain it to the soldiers.  

You stayed inside for the two days the cadets roamed the street, determining that the area was secure and deliveries were being made; you had no reason to leave. 

These two days were hell, with nothing to distract you, your mind filled with their words. The mocking tone of Seokjin’s voice and the downright heart-piercing bitterness in Hoseok’s confession haunted you every waking moment, but what was worse was falling asleep and having them kiss you once more like everything was okay. 

Their moans and wandering hands and how you felt so safe with them. This was your own personal hell because when you woke up, you almost expected to see them there with you, only to have reality rip you apart once more. The wounds were still fresh. 

Returning to the supply center after a short break, you really didn’t sleep much having passed out once in the staff room two days prior. The soldiers urged you to return to your building saying they could protect you better if you were indoors safe. 

Peeling an orange but not eating it, you sighed listening to them talk about leaving that evening to return back to their base. There wasn’t much they could do if they couldn’t find the gunmen. Handing the now peeled citrus fruit to the young woman who you had half confided in. 

Your Korean had gotten so good you were proud, able to speak it, read and write it fairly quickly. When you are completely alone in Korea where everything you see and all the people they speak Korean well then you are bound to pick up the language quickly. 

The cadets left late that night, leaving behind a four-man squad to keep the Health center protected. You sat alone in the convenience store turning on the radios, it was silent as usual, so there was no use leaving them on.

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