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xjoonchildx · 5 years ago

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danger | ksj x reader chapter one: good girl

summary: kim seokjin is a rich asshole. you are an ambitious attorney. smut ensues when he just won’t leave you alone.

pairing: seokjin/reader word count: 8.6K (Part 1 of 2)

rating: 18+

genre: smut | pwp | okay fine, porn with a thin plot | but it’s really thin

warnings: hate sex, language, terrible ethical decisions, blatant misuse of office furniture

Chapter 01 | 02

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Are you fucking kidding me? What am I to you? Am I easy to you? Are you playing with me? You are in danger now Why are you testing me? Why are you testing me? Don’t get me twisted

-- BTS, "Danger"

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“Excuse me, Miss?”

You look up from your phone to the bartender who’s just walked up to you. He’s holding a bottle of champagne.

“Yes?”

“The gentleman sitting just over there sent this for you.”

Your gaze follows the direction of his nod and immediately your blood warms to a boil.

The man who’s just finished wiping the floor with your ass in court has just sent you a bottle of champagne. Champagne is for celebrating, not for self-medicating after a brutal trial with a shitty outcome. But of course, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?

You’d spotted the hint of a smile on Kim Seokjin’s lips in the quick moment you’d looked his way. He was seated at a table -- surrounded by his adoring lackeys -- who were no doubt high-fiving themselves into a frenzy after this afternoon’s verdict. You’d been so busy drowning your sorrows in wine and furiously texting with Nari that you hadn’t even noticed his entire group’s arrival.

The absolute nerve of this man.

“I don’t want it,” you say. “Please send it back.”

The bartender looks flustered for a moment, glancing at Seokjin and then back to you.

“But Miss, this is a very expensive bottle of champagne,” he protests kindly.

“I know that,” you reply quickly, which is bullshit because you don’t know anything about champagne but you’ll be damned if you let this server or Kim Seokjin know that.

“I still don’t want it.”

“Alright then, I’ll take it back,” he says nervously, clearing his throat. No doubt he’s not looking forward to telling the pompous prick you’ve turned away his selfless gift. “If you’re sure, that is.”

You make certain to give the bartender your warmest smile because you know he is looking.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

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Kim Seokjin has never had to think about concepts like student loans and overdue rent. He’s never had to lie awake at night praying for an opportunity to get ahead.

Status and success are his birthright.

If you had to guess, you’d say those broad shoulders come from weekends spent lugging a bag of golf clubs across manicured greens. Those muscular legs are probably the result of hours of vigorous tennis at his family’s estate. And the face? Word on the street is that his mother was a beauty queen which fits quite nicely into his rich boy trifecta.

Truly, you can’t stand the sight of him.

But if you’re being honest with yourself, the worst thing about Kim Seokjin -- the thing that really sets your teeth on edge -- is that he’s a damned good attorney.

Maybe daddy’s money got him into the best schools, but he clearly paid attention. So instead of spending his days playing polo or drinking manhattans or doing whatever it is obscenely rich people do all day, he spends his days in court litigating circles around some unfortunate opponent.

Just your luck that his last two opponents happen to be you.

Kim Seokjin has single-handedly put an end to your personal hot streak. You should be celebrating a big win right now but instead you’ve run straight into a brick wall.

A tall, broad, well-dressed brick wall.

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“Do you think he’s gay?”

“What?”

“Kim Seokjin, dammit. Are you paying attention to me at all?”

You pull a face when Nari mentions he-who-should-not-be-named.

“Gay? How the hell should I know?” you grumble, stabbing a fork full of salad with more force than is necessary.

“I’m just saying. Everyone knows everything about everyone at the courthouse, right? But you never hear about Kim Seokjin hooking up with anyone. Anyone. And I mean, he’s -- you know, gorgeous.”

“I guess,” you say flatly.

Nari tuts at your unenthusiastic response. Gossip is her specialty and you’re usually game to hear what she’s been able to dig up but just the mention of this man’s name is enough to put you in a mood.

“Listen, I’d be salty too if I’d lost that case, but that doesn’t change the fact that the man is a four-alarm fire.”

“Two cases,” you correct. “And he’s two-alarm. At best.”

“Oh, you’re hilarious,” Nari laughs. “Anyway, I picked up something super slinky for Judge Park’s party tomorrow so by then I’ll know one way or another which way he’s batting.”

You roll your eyes.

“Hope that works out for you. Either way, I really don’t want to talk about Kim Seokjin’s sex life.”

“Okay, fine,” she concedes. “But what about his professional life? Cause word on the street is that his firm is probably going to make him a partner. Like very soon.”

You chew on that for a moment.

He’ll probably be the youngest partner in his firm’s history or in any firm’s history, for that matter. It would be the only logical next step in the progression of this man’s obnoxiously charmed life.

“Good for him,” you grind out, silently willing Nari to drop the subject of the infuriating man entirely.

She smiles with satisfaction at having dropped a very juicy piece of information, but all you can do is frown into your salad.

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You’ve been staring at this piece of art for a solid five minutes and at this point you are questioning Judge Park’s sanity. It’s objectively hideous.

“So you do drink champagne.”

The fine hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end at the sound of the deep voice that comes from behind. You’ve just lifted a flute of the aforementioned drink to your lips when he sidles up to you.

“When I’m in the mood,” you say tightly.

The low chuckle you get in response is very, very annoying.

You catch a glance of Kim Seokjin out of the corner of your eye because you refuse to acknowledge him with your full attention. As expected, he looks perfectly groomed, impeccably dressed, and irritatingly confident.

“So this is...interesting,” Seokjin says, gesturing at the art piece.

“Interesting,” you repeat. “Yes, well -- it’s definitely that.”

You know you’re sending him every signal that you’d rather be anywhere but here talking to him but he ignores the hostility pouring off of you in waves.

“I’ve been meaning to catch you,” he says, pausing to take a drink from an ornate highball glass. “I think it’s a shame we haven’t had the chance to speak one-on-one yet.”

Oh, please.

“Yes, what a shame,” you reply sweetly. “So glad you’re finally getting the opportunity to take your victory lap in person.”

“Ouch,” he laughs, tone light despite your obvious irritation. “I came in peace. I’ve had the pleasure of facing you in court but not the pleasure of a formal introduction. So I thought I’d make a point to get acquainted with the woman who’s had me up against the ropes in my last two cases.”

You lift an eyebrow at the thin compliment.

“I have to say,” he smiles, “I’m impressed.”

A flare of indignation ignites inside you at his casual condescension. As if you give a single solitary shit what Kim Seokjin thinks of your litigation skills.

“Well now that I know I have your stamp of approval,” you say, body rigid, “I can truly go on.”

You hear his faint huff of laughter as he takes another drink. A few uncomfortable moments pass before he seems to accept your silence as a sign that this conversation is over.

“Well it was nice to meet you anyway,” he says, and you hate that you can hear a smile in his voice. “I’m sure we’ll see each other around.”

He leaves you fuming in front of that monstrosity on the wall.

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“He’s an asshole,” you say when Nari drops a to-go box at your desk. “I mean, I always knew he would be, but now I know firsthand. A self-important, super-inflated asshole.”

Nari laughs. “Kim Seokjin, huh? I saw you two talking at the party and wondered what that was all about.”

She drops into the chair on the other side of your desk with her own to-go box.

“For the record, I can’t get a read off of him. And believe me, I tried,” she sighs. “So what did he say to you?”

“He was so damned patronizing. He told me I ‘had him up against the ropes’ in his last case,” you hiss. “That I’m talented.”

“Oh, that’s awful,” Nari says, and you don’t miss her thick sarcasm. “Acknowledging your skill and whatnot. You’re right -- total jerk.”

You are immediately impatient with her lack of sympathy.

“You weren’t there, Nari. He wasn’t passing along some heartfelt praise, he was saying ‘close but no cigar.’”

“He’s professionally competitive, girl. A shark. What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. Manners, maybe?”

“Ugh, you’re such a baby,” she teases. “I think your sudden success has gone to your head. He’s not about to bend the knee just because you’ve got a great record.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “No one’s asking him to bend the knee, Nari.”

She smiles.

“Okay, princess, I’m gonna let you believe that. But I will admit that you might be right about the goading thing,” she says. “Last night, Sang Yejun told me Seokjin took over that last case from a junior attorney. Stepped in and snatched it right up and no one thought it was even on his radar.”

Well that catches your attention.

You’d wondered yourself why the great Kim Seokjin had stooped to take such a minor case.

“See what I’m saying, Nari? It’s like he’s purposely trying to get under my skin.”

She snorts.

“Girl you know I love you, but you really need to get a grip. Not everything is about you.”

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Nari was dead wrong. Apparently everything is about you.

Three days after your cringeworthy exchange at Judge Park’s party, you have the displeasure of seeing Kim Seokjin again. This time, he walks right into one of your open hearings and helps himself to a seat.

Your entire body goes rigid when you spot him. He has nothing to do with this case, his firm isn’t involved in any way and yet here he is, taking time out of his precious day to sit in your hearing. You silently simmer over his unwelcome presence and the anxiety that comes with it.

Just what is he playing at?

Your second chair elbows you.

“You ready?” he asks and you nod.

You take one last look at your notes and will yourself to focus. The last thing you want to do is screw up this line of questioning and you certainly don’t want to screw it up in front of him.

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You assume the coast is clear when court adjourns and everyone scatters. You look around for any sign of Seokjin while packing up your files and come up empty. You hate to acknowledge the tiny feeling of relief that blossoms inside at that observation.

That feeling of relief doesn’t last long.

As soon as you round the corner into the hallway you spot him leaned up against the wall, scrolling through his phone as you walk past. You stride quickly, praying he won’t look up in time to see you but no such luck.

“Hey,” he calls after you. You grit your teeth.

There’s certainly no way to avoid speaking to him, not without causing a scene. The hallway is packed with attorneys and paralegals from firms all over the city. You’d hate to give any of them the impression that this man has rattled you.

You stop and round on him.

“How can I help you today, Mr. Kim?”

He smiles, refusing to be intimidated by your acid tone.

“I got a chance to sit in on your hearing,” he says, as though you didn’t already know that. ”Not bad.”

You are in uncharted waters right now. If Kim Seokjin was just another asshole in a bar, you’d throw your drink in his face and leave him sputtering. But he’s a respected colleague and you can’t make a scene -- not here. You’re still trying to figure out how to respond to that gem when he makes another observation.

“You did miss an opportunity to pin your witness on that last question, though.”

You catch your jaw before it has a chance to drop.

“I thought you were going to go for the jugular for a minute there,” he says, lips pursing to suppress a smile. “But then you backed off. It surprised me.”

He’s baiting you. And you know he’s baiting you. And you still can’t stop yourself from reacting.

“So are you billing me for these hours or do I get to enjoy all this unsolicited legal advice for free?”

“For you?” He shrugs casually. “Totally free.”

He slips his hands into his pockets and turns to walk away, but you are the one to stop him this time.

“Why?” you call after him.

He turns back to face you.

“Why do you care? Why are you here grading me like this is some kind of performance review?” you ask, unable to keep the astonishment out of your voice.

The slow smile that spreads across his face is downright smackable.

“It’s my job to keep an eye on talent. Even if the talent is overly confident, bad at taking direction, and just a little…” he stops for a moment to appreciate the look of absolute outrage on your face, “...bratty.”

“Bratty,” you repeat numbly.

“Bratty,” he confirms.

He shoots you a wide smile before sauntering away.

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“He said you were…” Nari pauses for effect. “Bratty.”

“Yes.”

You wait through a full thirty seconds of Nari’s laughter before you interrupt.

“You --” you say, pointing an accusing finger at her, “are supposed to be my friend.”

“Oh, I am your friend, sweetheart,” she says, chuckling between words. “And as your friend I have to tell you that’s the most accurate take a man has had on you in a minute.”

You ball up a piece of paper on your desk and throw it at her.

“Seriously,” she says, breathless from laughter. “That is the funniest shit I’ve heard in a while.”

“Glad you think so,” you mutter.

Nari finally manages to collect herself after a moment.

“Okay, so Kim Seokjin thinks you’re bratty. And he’s definitely toying with you. And it’s working. So what are you gonna do about it?” she asks.

You say nothing for a moment. This is the internal debate you’ve been having since your embarrassing little encounter the other day.

“I’m gonna tell him to go fuck himself,” you say, finally. “Whatever little game he’s playing — I’m done.”

Nari’s sly smile around a fork full of noodles indicates she can’t wait for the gossip that will no doubt come out of this showdown.

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You have to wait for the right opportunity to confront Kim Seokjin.

You’ve crossed paths with one another a few times in the courthouse in the past few days, but the last thing you want to do is have this conversation in front of the prying eyes and sharp ears that always mill about the halls.

So you stew in your anger and wait for the perfect moment to strike.

The moment comes when you spot a box of files in the lobby of your office, with a large note right on top.

ATTN: Kim Seokjin

Lee & Kang Law Firm

“What is this?” you ask the receptionist, pointing at the box.

“That’s a load of files that has to go over to Lee and Kang. I’m having them delivered,” she replies.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say quickly. You check your watch. It’s end of business already, but you’re certain he’s still at his office. He’s far too ambitious to be the type to pack it in early.

You pull out your phone and shoot a quick text to Nari. Her response is immediate.

you: going to give seokjin a piece of my mind tonight [ 5:49 PM ]

nari: i expect nothing less than a detailed play-by-play [ 5:50 PM ]

The receptionist quirks an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to get off your phone.

“You don’t want me to call for delivery, then?”

“No,” you smile. “I’ll be happy to hand-deliver them myself.”

She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

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The offices of Lee and Kang are opulent.

Marble and glass and shining fixtures all paid for by hours of top-dollar billing. It’s one of the best firms in town and they clearly spared no expense in decorating the massive space.

When you walk through the heavy glass doors in the lobby there is no receptionist on duty. The main lights are down, leaving only accent lights and the glow coming from a few open offices.

You spot one lone woman still working at her desk in the common area.

“Kim Seokjin?” you ask, as you carry the box past her desk.

For a moment, it looks like she is going to ask you who you are -- because clearly you’re not a deliveryman -- but she sees the note taped to your box and points you in the right direction.

A corner office.

Of course the pampered asshole would already have a corner office.

You take a deep breath before knocking and immediately you hear Seokjin’s deep voice responding to invite you in.

The first thing that strikes you when you open his office door is that he does not seem surprised to see you.

At all.

The man’s beautiful, infuriating face stays entirely neutral as he looks up from the papers on his desk. His total lack of a reaction is unnerving.

The second thing you spot are the massive windows. Seokjin certainly gets to enjoy the perks of his high-status, high-rise office because the backdrop to his workspace is stunning. The sun has already set and the city is lit up behind him, a stark contrast to the night sky.

The last thing that you notice is that his office is a mess. You’d expect someone as anal-retentive as Kim Seokjin to be a neat freak, but there are boxes and papers all over the floors and even his pictures and degrees are leaning against the walls instead of hanging on them.

“Doing some redecorating?” you ask finally, when he does absolutely nothing to end the awkward silence.

“Something like that,” he answers smoothly.

“We owe you these documents,” you say, motioning to the box. You drop it unceremoniously on the floor in front of his desk.

He stares at it for a moment before finally deciding to speak.

“You --” he starts, “ -- hand-delivered a box of documents to my office? Can your firm not afford couriers anymore? You guys going out of business?”

“That’s a lot of questions at once, Mr. Kim,” you fire back. “Have I walked into a deposition? Am I being videotaped?”

“Would you like to be videotaped?” he counters evenly.

You search his face for any hint of humor -- any indication of teasing -- and come up empty. The look on his face suggests he’s just asked a serious question that deserves a serious answer.

Alarm bells begin to sound in your head.

“You seem to be at a loss for words tonight,” he says, finally. “Which from what I gather is a bit unlike you. So I’ll ask you again, what is a gifted attorney doing playing errand girl with a box of files?”

You stand silent, irritated at your sudden inability to string a simple sentence together. Moments ago you’d walked in here ready for a confrontation, ready to read this man the riot act. In a matter of seconds your momentum has died. You can almost feel the power shift in the air.

“I -- “ you start and falter.

Seokjin raises one perfect eyebrow.

“I am not bratty,” you say finally, lamely, and it’s laughable because it sounds exactly like something a brat would say.

“Not bratty,“ Seokjin repeats dryly. “Noted. Anything else?”

“Don’t do that,” you hiss. “That dismissive thing you’re doing right now. I don’t know who you think you think you are, or who you think I am -- but you are all wrong about me.”

He stands up from behind his desk, long fingers moving to loosen the tie around his neck and somehow the simple act comes across as painfully intimate. You very nearly look away.

“All wrong.”

“Yes,” you repeat firmly.

“Oh, I somehow doubt that,” he demurs, moving slowly around his desk to step closer. Not once does he take his eyes off of you.

A flutter of panic spreads across your chest.

“Just...leave me out of whatever game you are playing, Mr. Kim,” you say, the words spilling out in one nervous breath as you turn to make for the entrance of his office. You register the sound of his footsteps but don’t realize he’s made up the distance between you until it’s too late. He reaches past you to push the door closed.

It slams shut with a heavy thud and for a second all you can do is stare at it.

Slowly you turn to face him.

“What do you want from me?” you say after a moment, breathing a bit harder than you’d like. Your tongue slips out to wet your lips, a nervous gesture that his eyes follow with keen interest.

“You,” he begins slowly, “are in my office. You came to me.”

He’s crowding you with his body, guiding you both so incrementally you barely register movement until the door is nearly flush against your back.

“So why don’t you tell me what you want?”

You stare back at him dumbly.

What you want at this moment is to find the choice words that will take him down a peg. You’d love nothing more than to deliver some scathing, elegant takedown but you fail to find the words. You fail to find any words, in fact.

“You are obstinate,” he whispers, so dangerously close you can smell his aftershave. “Haughty. Smug.”

Your mouth falls open in silent protest.

“And clearly in need of a firm hand.”

Heat floods your cheeks.

It’s embarrassing, being spoken to like this. It’s humiliating to have Kim Seokjin of all people dress you down in this way . But the most mortifying thing about this bizarre exchange is the way your body warms immediately, blood humming in response to his words.

“Fuck you, Seokjin,” you whisper back, but the words come out thin and weak.

He leans forward, bracing his palms on either side of the door -- on either side of you, dipping his head low to bring his gaze level with yours.

“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

“Ask me for it. Better yet --” he leans close to whisper in your ear, “Beg me for it.”

He hasn’t touched you but that doesn’t stop the pang of arousal set off by his words from hitting you like a slap. The sensation that starts at the apex of your thighs spreads into your legs and across your arms, into your fingers like a current.

Seokjin continues speaking in that same even, unsettling tone.

“Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

He is too close, too warm, too aggravating, too tempting. You have to shut your eyes for a moment to block him out and give your brain a moment to catch up. No one has ever spoken to you this way, and this -- your body’s immediate, damning reaction to it -- is something new.

Something scary.

You’re certain he can see it all over you, the beads of sweat at your temples, the high color in your cheeks. Nari was right — Seokjin is a shark — and he’s looking at you right now like he smells blood in the water.

You stare back at him, conflicted and incensed and aroused beyond belief.

“I’m leaving,” you say finally, voice brittle.

He gives you one long look before reaching behind you for the handle to the door. He pulls it open and waits for you to walk through, but you just stand there for a moment, dazed.

“Get home safe,” he murmurs.

You nearly scream. He’s maddening like this, in complete control while you feel ready to fall apart at the slightest provocation. You look from him to the door and back to him.

You know you have to make a decision. You can walk out that door on trembling legs with your entire body on fire or you can swallow your pride and submit to the most infuriating man you have ever met.

He quirks that eyebrow again.

“Wait,” you say after a long, tense moment.

“For what?”

“Do it,” you whisper, barely meeting his gaze.

“Do what?”

You want to slap him for feigning ignorance but instead take a deep breath in and out before speaking again.

“Fuck me,” you say quietly into the narrow space between your bodies.

For the first time tonight you see a tell -- a tiny giveaway that Seokjin is as affected as you are by this charged encounter. The look of heat that flickers in his eyes is hypnotic. He shuts the door again and rubs his fingers across his lips before speaking.

“Fuck me, what?”

You grit your teeth -- irritated with him, irritated with yourself for being in this position. For not telling him off and leaving with your head held high. Your feet feel rooted to the floor.

“You are an asshole,” you whisper tersely.

“I am,” he admits in that infuriating placid tone. “And I’m still waiting to hear you say it.”

You take a deep breath, then swallow the taste of humiliation that makes your tongue feel heavy and thick.

“Fuck me, please.”

It’s damned near painful to choke out those words and the second they escape you expect him to gloat. You expect him to dangle your submission over your head, to weaponize it and use it against you. What you do not expect is the eerie calm when he reaches behind you again to cut the lights to his office.

His voice is low when he leans close to your ear.

“Good girl.”

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v-hope · 5 years ago

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Mint Choco

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Army!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff and more fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Hoseok convinces you to go out in the middle of the night to cheer you up after having dealt with the constant hate coming from his fans, or the one in which you realise you might not dislike mint choco ice cream as much as you thought you did after all.

A/N: This can be read as a stand-alone one shot or as part 15 of my social media au “Hobi’s Girl”. Also, for this au’s purposes, Y/N doesn’t like mint choco ice cream, my apologies to all of you mint choco lovers but a girl’s gotta do what she gotta do 😔✊🏻 Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy 🥰

You got this. You got this. You got this. You got this. You go—

Those three words kept repeating over and over in your head like a mantra as you took a fair amount of time walking down the stairs of your apartment complex; wanting with everything in you to believe you were indeed cool about the whole situation, when truth was, you were most certainly not.

Nervously tugging at the long sleeves of the light grey sweater you had settled for wearing after Yeonsu and you had made an entire mess out of both your wardrobe and hers, later matching it with a pair of dark skinny jeans and sneakers to complete the perfect casual outfit, you could not help but wonder if you had maybe underdressed. Hoseok had not really mentioned what the two of you were doing, if anything, you were pretty sure he had no idea either considering how late at night it was; yet it was still Hoseok. Jung Hoseok, the fashion icon. Not only that but you were also meeting him for the first time...

Fuck, you were most definitely underdressed, weren’t you?

Just when you were about to turn around and run back to your place so you and your best friend could once again go through pretty much all your clothes again, however, your phone buzzed in your back pocket — just like that feeling your heartbeats speed up, even more when you read the text Hobi had just sent you, letting you know he was right outside waiting for you.

Deciding not to answer him considering you were just about to go out, you took a deep breath; trying one last time to calm yourself before meeting him.

It would be alright. He was just Hobi, not J-Hope your bias from BTS whom you had been head over heels for ever since they debuted. No, this was Hobi. Seok-ie. Your self-proclaimed baby, for crying out loud. Not like that helped too much either, for let’s face it, although you had only been talking for a little over a month now, you were absolutely head over heels for him, too.

Nevertheless, with that thought in mind, the one of him not being this intimidating idol you had loved for so long, but the guy you had been talking and flirting with these last couple of weeks, the one who called you cute pet names and always wanted to be there for you, you finally made it out of your complex.

Simple as that, and even though half of his face was being covered by a black mask, you recognized his figure at the other side of the rather dark street, right in front of you. His back was casually leaning against his expensive car as his eyes remained focused on his phone; probably waiting for your answer, you guessed given his slightly furrowed eyebrows.

Not being able to hide the huge smile that had just parted your lips at the sight of him, and silently rejoicing on his all-black outfit being just as casual as yours, you looked to both sides of the street before making your way over to him.

“Should I have worn a mask, too?” you spoke up to catch his attention.

Before you could mentally punch yourself at the way your voice had betrayed you by breaking a little given your nervousness, his chocolate eyes were on you, quickly adopting the shape of two crescent moons the second he realised it was actually you.

Pulling down his mask just low enough for his mouth to show, you felt your knees go weak at the up-close view you got of his bright smile.

“Hey” he managed to say, followed by a blissful giggle as he gave you a brief side hug that left you longing for more. “No, no. Not at all” he answered your previous question, “I just wasn’t very familiar with this side of the city and didn’t know if it was too crowded, so…”

“Well, now you see it’s not” you smiled, motioning around to point out how visibly deserted the place was. “Great for sneaky moments like this. Awful for late nights out when you lose your wallet and have to walk back home all alone, trust me”.

Your words earned a small laugh for him. “Well, if there’s ever a next time just give me a call and I’ll go pick you up” he offered.

“Oh, yeah” you snorted, “because I would really disturb the small amount of sleep you get at night”.

He shrugged, unconsciously moving closer to you. “I wouldn’t mind. I can make time for you if you need me, you know?”

Your gaze abandoned his for a second, staring down to your feet and biting your lower lip as you tried your best not to let his words affect you as much as they were already doing right then, only to later fix your eyes on his beaming ones once again.

“What is it?” he wondered after a few seconds of silence, in which you had done nothing but look at him in pure adoration.

“Nothing, I just…” his head nodded reassuringly for you to go on, “I just can’t believe it’s really you”.

Hoseok laughed under his breath, tilting his head slightly back as he stared at you with squinted eyes and pouty lips. “So what, all those times we video called weren’t proof enough of it being actually me?”

“You know what I mean” you lightly laughed along with him.

“Yeah” his stare softened, “I can’t believe it’s really you either” he confessed.

Because never in your wildest dreams would either of you have thought you would respectively end up meeting your ultimate bias and the girl you had seen one miserable time at one of your concerts. But the world works in mysterious ways, and the two of you could not be happier about the way things had worked out for you.

“So, um…” he cleared his throat, finally breaking the eye contact as his eyes shifted to the passenger’s door before holding it open for you and motioning towards it. “Shall we go?”

“What a gentleman” you couldn’t help but tease with a small smile.

Rolling his eyes with clear amusement in them at your statement —which earned a giggle from you that made his heart jump—, he closed the door after you had gotten inside and rushed to the other side of his car to take his place on the driver’s seat.

“So what’s the plan?” you asked once he turned the engine on.

“I don’t have one” he sheepishly admitted — his eyes focused ahead of him as he started driving away from your place. “I was thinking maybe we could go for a walk somewhere nice, maybe to a park or—”

“Isn’t that...” you cut him off mid-sentence, “too risky?”

His shoulders moved up and then down as he sighed heavily. “Everything is kinda risky when you’re an idol, to be honest…”

“I’m sorry” you couldn’t help but apologize, even more at the way his mood had seemed to slightly drop at the thought of that. “It must be hard…”

“It’s okay” he reassured you, throwing you a small glance that was followed by a sincere smile. “I love my job, I really do. It’s just…” he fell silent for a second, turning left as he continued driving without a clear destination, “I just wish things would be easier when it comes to going out and dating… and us, you know?”

You smiled sweetly, not really thinking twice when you reached for his hand and held it in yours, yet knowing he appreciated that small act of yours when he gently squeezed it as a smile curved up his lips.

“Maybe we could just drive around like this for a while?” you proposed. “Or you could just park somewhere so you don’t have to worry about driving”.

“And you would be okay with that?” he cocked one of his eyebrows.

“Of course” your eyebrows knitted together in confusion at how utterly surprised he had sounded.

“Don’t you at least want to grab a bite or something?”

“Mm…”

The way your lips puckered up as you were deep in thought caught Hoseok’s attention, and he would’ve been lying to himself if he said he didn’t feel the sudden urge to lean in and steal a kiss from you right then.

“Something sweet would be nice…” your eyes trailed off to the window, as if the Seoul streets you were driving by would give you the answer. “Oh, ice cream!” you exclaimed excitedly, causing him to stare fondly at you and how adorable he thought you were, “and then we can just stay in the car listening to music and talking or whatever”.

“That’s really all you want?” he couldn’t help but wonder again.

“Why do you say it like that?” you pouted. “I just wanna spend time with you, I don’t mind what we do”.

“Ah, stop doing this to me” he said overdramatically, letting his head fall on his seat as one of his hands clutched at his chest and a smile curved up your lips. “One condition, though” his eyes went to you.

“Tell me”.

“This doesn’t count as our first date, because it is so not what I had in mind for it”.

Feeling the heat reach your face in a matter of seconds, you turned to look out of the window for a moment; collecting yourself before your eyes were back on him. “Okay, this doesn’t count as our first date then”.

That was how, half an hour later, Hoseok had parked his car in front of a lake that provided the two of you with the perfect view as you silently enjoyed your ice creams while Hobi’s playlist played quietly in the background — the moonlight illuminating the water in such soothing way that made the whole atmosphere feel even nicer.

As much as the sight ahead of you was beautiful, your eyes found themselves travelling over to the man next to you, quietly admiring his delicate factions and slightly long dark brown hair before they focused on the mint chocolate flavoured ice cream he was currently savouring.

“You want some?” he offered, having caught the way you were intently staring at it.

“Oh. No, thanks” you declined politely, feeling once again the heat reach your cheeks.

“You don’t like it?”

“Not really” you admitted, bringing your green tea ice cream up to your lips.

Hoseok’s mouth fell open in astonishment, staring at you without moving a muscle for a couple of seconds. “Okay, it was nice to meet you” he said once he ‘came back’ to his senses. “I can’t date a mint choco anti, I’m sorry” he joked.

Trying to hide your amusement —and also trying your best not to freak out over the way he had deliberatedly used the word ‘date’ right then—, you nodded understandingly.

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you, too” you dramatically reached for the door handle, “but I don’t want to date a mint choco lover either, so—”

Before you could even open the door to make your dramatic exit, you had him reaching over to your side and grabbing your hand to prevent you from doing so; pulling you closer to him as you both laughed wholeheartedly, almost enough not to notice how close you had ended up being to each other.

With your face being almost pressed against his chest while his face remained near your shoulder, you found yourselves staring into each other’s eyes, only inches away, once you straightened yourselves up.

As if snapping back into reality, he cleared his throat after having pulled slightly back and away from you — not being uncomfortable at all with how close you had been until then, yet not wanting to make you uncomfortable on the other hand.

“Have you even tried it?” he tried to initiate conversation again. “Mint choco, I mean”.

You nodded. “Once”.

And that had been enough for you to know it was not your cup of tea. However, Hoseok was not having that.

“Okay but you seriously need to try this one, love. It’s really good”.

Staring reluctantly at the ice cream cone he was holding up to make his point, you ended up agreeing with a small ‘okay’, mostly because the look he was giving you right there made it impossible for you not to give in to his wishes.

The way your nose scrunched after he had brought it up to your mouth for you to have a taste, however, was enough to let him know your perception had not changed much from the other one time you had tried his favourite flavour.

“You hate it that much?” the disbelief was clear in his voice.

“I don’t hate it” you corrected him. “It’s not bad, I just... wouldn’t choose it”.

“So green tea it is for you, huh?”

“Yup” you emphasized the ‘p’ for cute purposes, having succeeded given the way he was lovingly looking at you. “Wanna try?” you offered, bringing your cone up to his lips.

“Sure” he accepted immediately, having a small taste of it before his lips formed a perfect ‘o’ at the delightful taste. “That’s really good”.

“I know, right?” you smiled, bringing it back to your mouth so you could have another taste as well. “Much better than mint choco” you pushed it.

“Okay now that’s just crossing the line” he called you out, determinedly having some of his delicious ice cream as he dramatically glared at you.

Not being able to hold back your laugh, you ended up closing your eyes and throwing your head slightly back as you let it escape your mouth; only to find Hobi’s adoring eyes fixed on you once you opened them again.

“What?” you questioned shyly, feeling so little yet so secure somehow under his piercing stare.

With him moving closer to you, you felt a shiver running down your body when a smile curved up his lips; and you swore you could’ve melted the moment his free hand went up to cup one of your cheeks.

“I like seeing you smile” he confessed quietly. “You’re feeling better?”

“Yeah…” you said sincerely. “Thank you for not letting me sulk in my room for the rest of the night…”

“That’s what I’m here for, angel” he smiled sweetly, tenderly drawing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Again, I’m really sorry this is happening to you…”

You sighed, placing your hand over his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s not your fault, Seok-ie” you reassured him what you had already said over text.

“But they’re my fans…”

You shook your head to keep him from speaking any further. “Stop blaming yourself for it, baby”.

Somehow, hearing you call him that pet name for the first time in person, was enough for his heart to feel at ease and for him to drop the topic.

“You do know all those things they’re saying are not true at all, don’t you?” his hand travelled down to your chin, pulling your face slightly up so he could lock his dark eyes with yours.

“I mean…” you shrugged, trying to take importance away from it, “they are kinda right about a few things…”

“No, they’re not” he was fast to determinedly disagree. “You’re not delusional. You’re not desperate. You’re not annoying. And those who were saying you’re not attractive?” he scoffed, not being able to disagree any more than he already did with them. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, anyone would have to be blind not to see it”.

“I’m really not—”

“Y/N” he cut your off before you could even begin to deny his words, “you’re so fucking breathtaking you had me looking for you for weeks after the concert, just because I couldn’t bear the idea of that being the first and last time I’d see you”.

Feeling like your cheeks would burn up anytime by then at his words, you found yourself taking the closeness of your faces to your advantage — letting your forehead rest faintly against his, in a way of letting him know how much his words had meant to you.

“I really meant it when I said you’re the best, you know?” you mumbled, loving the way his eyes had lit up at that. “Even if you’re a mint choco stan”.

Hobi laughed lightly, gazing down to your lips as his thumb traced over them. “And I really meant it when I said I’m happy I found you” he referenced the first conversation you ever had. “Even if you’re a mint choco hater” he joined in your teasing.

Not saying another word, he leaned in just enough for his lips to press lightly on yours, getting just a small taste of them before pulling slightly away and looking into your eyes for some kind of sign of you being uncomfortable by his actions. When he found nothing but elation being displayed on them, he couldn’t help but smile softly; not wasting another second to close the space between your mouths once again, only this time with no intentions of breaking the contact between them anytime soon.

His hand still on your cheek managed to keep you in place for him to intensify the kiss, just as your free hand travelled to the back of his head so you could entangle your fingers on his brown locks.

It just felt… right. Everything about it. From the two of you being together, to just sitting in the car eating ice cream in the middle of the night, to the way your lips fit so perfectly with each other’s.

Everything seemed to have fallen right into place.

And so, when you pulled away a good couple of seconds later, letting your breathings mix as you tried to catch your breath, the two of you were wearing the brightest of smiles on your faces.

“What?” he wondered after hearing you hum something under your breath, which had only caused his smile to grow wider as he faintly bumped his nose on yours.

Biting down on your lower lip, your eyes gazed up to meet his. “I think I could start liking mint choco from now on…” you giggled shyly, still savouring the fresh taste of his mouth on yours.

A low chuckle abandoned his mouth, pushing your chin slightly up so he could softly brush his lips on yours. “Let me help you with that”.

Just like that, his addictive lips were back on yours and the melting ice creams in your hands were long forgotten. You would deal with that later.

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bunnyywritings · 4 years ago

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hii, i didn't know i needed that korean multilingual s/o until someone requested it! it was perfect! could you please do the same but in haikyuu with kageyama kuroo tsukki and bokuto, please please? it's a bonus if they can dance kpop pretty please?

having a multilingual s/o

[a/n: thank you for the request anon! you’re so sweet ♡ here you go! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- p.s. I’m sorry some are shorter than others, I’m still getting used to writing for Bokuto and Kageyama ]

kageyama tobio

♕ I don’t think he’d know that you spoke multiple languages until he heard you speak something other than japanese

♕ when you tell him you’re actually korean it all finally makes sense to him

♕ I feel like he’s more on the traditional side so I don’t think he’d take you up on learning a new language, other than english, but he definitely loves hearing you speak any language you know

♕ he really likes korean banana milk, he gets all blushy and pink when you get him a case of them

♕ I think he’d lowkey brag to Hinata about how smart you are

♕ you would 100% become their japanese tutor despite them...being japanese

♕ he won’t admit it but loves it if you call him pet names in your native language

♕ loves when you put snacks in his bag before practice

♕ loves hearing how jealous tanaka and noya get when they learn that he has an s/o AND they’re super duper smart

♕ I think he’d listen to got7, ikon, NCT U and NCT 127, won’t admit it but probably listens to Red Velvet

♕ he’d watch you practice kpop dances and wonder why you always get so tired, it looks super easy

♕ wrong!! he’d join you one day and this poor boy can hardly keep up

♕ I think he’d help you record them if you asked

♕ despite not wanting to learn the language, he’d learn cute little phrases to see you blush since I feel like he’s into that super mushy stuff when no one’s around

♕ would always compliment you and reassure you when you’re feeling down

♕ “What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked when he finds you teary eyed outside of the gym

♕ “I failed my math test tobio, I feel so stupid...” He’d look so offended that those words even came out of your mouth

♕ “That’s a joke, right?” you’d frown up at him in confusion. “I have the most talented and intelligent s/o ever, what makes you think that, just because you got a bad grade in math, you’re stupid? Nope. I won’t let you say that.” He’d cross his arms

kuroo tetsuro

❂ definitely brags about how smart his s/o is to ANYONE that will listen

❂ he’d tease Lev about the fact that you could probably speak russian if you wanted to while he couldn’t

❂ that always earned him a smack upside the head and you apologizing to Lev

❂ he thinks it’s super hot when you speak your native language/dialect, loves watching how words always seem to just roll off your tongue

❂ he would definitely ask you to teach him curse words in every language you know just in case he ever needs them

❂ dies if you call him ‘oppa,’ i will not be taking criticism about this one

❂ I think he’d definitely want to learn how to speak your native tongue, or at least learn enough to understand it

❂ he is here for the food too, he will literally stuff his face with any traditional food you give him

❂ definitely has a tiktok profile just to post k-pop cover dances that the both of you did

absolutely loses his shit when kenma tells you guys he saw your video on his fyp

❂ he’d be into some hype kpop groups like Stray Kids, BTS, mamamoo, and KARD (he is very jealous of BM’s tiddies)

❂ 100% will body roll and twerk to Jay Park

tsukishima kei

(tf is his neck so long for???)

♪ he’d take it as a threat

♪ he prides himself on being 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 so if you casually mention that you speak multiple languages, he’d have an aneurysm

♪ will bully you into teaching him any language you speak

♪ “Kei, just ask me nicely and I’ll teach you all you want.” You giggled at his scowl

♪ “Tch as if I’d let you teach me anything.” he scoffed. “Your grade in japanese is lower than mine.” he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose

♪ “You know what, Hinata and Kageyama were asking if I could teach them some english. Maybe I’ll go teach someone who’ll appreciate it.” As you turned to walk away, a smirk grew on your lips

♪ “Wait...” He grabbed you wrist softly *making the face in the gif* “P-please t-teach me, (y/n)...” deciding you had tortured him enough, you happily nodded

♪ he’s a relatively good student, he just kinda absorbs the information

♪ you like to teach him stupid things like, “my name is kei and i look like a giraffe, nice to meet you.”

♪ “Wait...is-isn’t that the word for giraffe?” whoops, you tried to have a serious face and deny his words but you couldn’t contain the chuckle that escaped your lips. “I just called myself a giraffe, didn’t I?”

♪ you couldn’t even answer, mouth wide open in a silent laugh as you nodded dramatically

♪ while you’re busy laughing, he’ll grip your hips and pull you onto his lap

♪ “Kei what are-”

♪ “Someone’s being naughty today~” those words were purred in perfect pronunciation, even perfect sounding dialect

♪ hearing him say that in your native tongue made your breath hitch

♪ now he’s the one laughing

♪ I think he would enjoy more of the Krnb artists like Dean, Dprlive, Heize or offonoff maybe some Jay Park and Dok2, basically anyone from AOMG, if he’s feeling a little raunchy (i kinda hate that word tbh)

♪ he’d enjoy watching you do kpop dances but would never join in, saying it’s a waste of energy or something like that

♪ loves korean snacks, 10/10 would give you a ton of kisses if they taste kinda like strawberry shortcake

bokuto kotaro

☆ this boy would talk about you so much

☆ akaashi would have to tell him to shut up and focus which then makes him go into depresso mode

☆ “I was just saying that they’re super smart...” His hair would deflate and a pout would form on his lips

☆ “please come fix your boyfriend.”

☆ that text from akaashi made you sigh, you could basically sense that he was rolling his eyes so you came in to the gym and mended your boyfriend with a few kisses and words of encouragement

☆ i don’t think he’d take your offer in learning your native language but he’d definitely learn a few phrases

☆ I think he’d also enjoy being called ‘oppa’

☆ when it comes to kpop dances, he’d love to join you but would probably do 100x better

☆ for groups, I think he’d listen to Black Pink, NCT U, and Jay Park since I feel like he’d be into groups/artists that have songs that hype him up

☆ he enjoys hearing the changes in your voice whenever you speak a different language, whether it gets higher or deeper in pitch...he loves it

☆ he’d also stuff his face with any cultural dish you make him

☆ I also lowkey feel like bokuto would love to watch k-dramas, he’d definitely cry once the protagonists finally get together. he’d also get excited when he understands words or phrases without looking at the subtitles

#kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #haikyuu headcanons #fukurodani x reader #nekoma x reader #karsuno x reader #anon #anon ask #anon request

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction| Your family members fight a lot and you’re stuck at home

Namjoon

You went upstairs to your room as soon as you heard the raised voices and closed yourself in there. You were tired of having to listen to their arguing. So you put your headphones in and immediately called your best friend. He answered on the first ring as always.

“Hello? Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“I mean no but, how did you know?”

“It’s nearly midnight. You usually never call me this late unless something is wrong.” You glance at the clock and your eyes widen when you realize he’s right.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Were you sleeping? Did I wake you?”

“Nope. I was just working on a new song.”

“Oh really? Can you tell me about it?”

“You need a distraction?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright. Well it was probably one of the fastest times I have written a song. It got it done in just a few hours. I was feeling very... inspired.”

“Oh really? What inspired you?”

“Hmm a walk in the woods. I saw a leaf fall from a tree and the lyrics just started flowing from there.”

“Your brain amazes me, Namjoon.” He chuckles at that.

“Thank you. Do you want to hear it?”

“I’d love to!” He plays you the song and it immediately gives you a sense of comfort. You let yourself be lulled into a peaceful state by the gentle melody playing through your headphones. When the song is over you let out a happy sigh. “That was amazing.”

“Really? Do you think Army will like it?”

“They’ll love it. I know they will. It will make them feel just as comforted and happy as it did for me.”

“Perfect. That’s what I was going for. Thanks for listening to me ramble on.”

“Oh no it’s exactly what I needed. Thank you, Namjoon.”

Jin

You had a pillow over your head trying to drown out the raised voices, but it didn’t seem to be working. It was really starting to wear on your nerves so you did the one thing you knew would cheer you up, face time Jin. You hoped he was back at the hotel now and you weren’t bothering him. He answered almost immediately. You can’t see his face as his phone seems to be laying on the counter, the camera facing the ceiling.

“There’s my adorable sweetheart of a best friend- Hey why do you have a pillow over your head?” A loud slam of a door across the hall makes you flinch.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Your family is fighting again?” You sigh.

“Of course. Just a daily occurrence in the life of quarantine. What are you doing?” The camera moves and you immediately giggle at the sight. He has on a face mask but there are black rings around the eyes and nose that make him look like a panda. You burst into laughter when you see his indignant expression.

“Hey what’s so damn funny? There are no jokes about this beautiful, handsome face.”

“What on earth- are you wearing?”

“Hey! We’re on tour in a foreign country our face masks and beauty products are limited.” You try to stifle your laughter by bringing the pillow over your mouth instead.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“It’s okay. I do look quite silly. But yet I still somehow manage to pull it off huh?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to believe.”

“Don’t make me come over there.”

“Oh bring it on grandpa-nda.” Jin tries to hold back his laughter because he’s trying to be mad at you but soon his loud and boisterous laughter rings out into your room.

“I can’t possibly be mad at a fellow appreciator of dad jokes and puns. Are you feeling better now?”

“Much. Thank you.”

Yoongi

The moment your family started arguing you went into a different room and closed the door. You pulled out your phone to text him but as usual, he seemed to have some weird sixth sense with you and had sent you a message as you were typing yours.

Hey, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.

Um, not great but I’ll manage.

You see the three dots appear as he is typing back a message but soon they disappear and your phone is ringing.

“Yoongi?”

“Hey. Sorry I was going to just text but I figured a phone call would mean a little more. Is everything okay?”

“I mean it’s just my family again.” That’s all you have to say and he immediately knows.

“I saw a really cute dog today.”

“You what now?”

“It was really cute. A little fluff ball. The cutest dog I think I have ever seen. I took a photo, you want to see?” Your phone chimes with a text message and you open it and look at the photo. He’s laying down on his side and has Holly in his arms. His eyes are crinkling at the corners and you can tell he’s smiling even though his mouth is covered.

“That’s Holly.”

“Yes. And he is the cutest dog in the universe. No other dog compares to my precious Holly.” You find yourself smiling hearing how fond Yoongi is of his dog.

“Indeed he is. But his owner is even cuter.” You hear an odd choked off noise and even though you can’t see him you know he’s blushing.

“Ah don’t say things like that. It’s not good for my heart.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. You look really happy in that photo though.”

“Because I am. Being home with my family and getting to see Holly makes me happy. Um.. you know if your family is fighting a lot you are always more than welcome to come and stay with me.”

“Really?”

“Of course. My family adores you. If it gets to be too much, you always have a home with me.” You feel tears well up in your eyes and quickly wipe them away.

“That means a lot to me. Thank you, Yoongi.”

Hoseok

If there was one thing that could cheer you up when your family was fighting it was your own personal sunshine, Hoseok. You texted him and asked him for a distraction and suddenly your phone was bombarded with adorable selfies of him pouting at the camera, smiling, holding up a finger heart, doing multiple different adorable poses.

Feeling better now?

Of course. How could I not when I get to see your smiling adorable face?

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ Why do you have to say things like that you’re gonna make me blush in front of the guys and then they’re gonna make fun of me.

Sorry. I mean I just speak the truth. Nothing makes me feel better like your smile does.

Y/n sttooop.

Okay okay. I’m sorry. What are you guys doing?

Another picture comes through, they’re all in the photo now smiling in the practice mirror.

Dance practice!

Ah I’m sorry! I shouldn’t keep you then.

Nonsense. We’re taking a break anyway. And even if we weren’t you know I’d drop everything just to cheer you up. I promised you whenever you needed me I’d be there remember? No matter what.

You smile to yourself as you remember the day Hoseok came back to your house and was absolutely over the moon that he was going to debut. But one thing he made sure to promise you was that nothing would change between the two of you and that he would always make time for you. And he has made good on that promise without fail.

Yes I know. And I appreciate you so much for that. No matter what time of day it is you always help me feel better.

Good! Are you feeling okay now? Are your family still arguing?

Hmm I don’t think so. I don’t hear anything. And yes I am, much better. Thank you Hobi.

You’re welcome sunshine! I’ll call you later tonight after practice okay?

Okay. Love you, Hobi.

Love you too !! 💜💜💜

Jimin

Jimin, are you busy?

Hmm just practicing a new choreo! But I always have time for you, what’s up?

You press the phone icon next to his name.

“Okay now you got me worried with how quickly you called me.”

“Just.. can you distract me please? Or just keep my mind off things? I just want to forget everything that is going on right now for a little bit.”

“That is a very open ended question y/n with many possibilities.” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Not like that you pervert!”

“I wasn’t being serious oh my goodness. I just wanted to make you laugh. Sorry.” You giggle into the phone and hear him sigh into the other end as if he’s relieved he didn’t actually upset you.

“I’m just messing with you, Jimin. But seriously. My family is fighting again and I just don’t want to deal with it right now.”

“Ah I have the perfect idea to distract you then! Switch to video call.” You did and were blessed with the sight of a barefaced, casually clothed Park Jimin.

“So what is your idea?”

“You can watch me dance! I know how much you like to. And you can tell me what you think of the new choreography for my solo. Is that okay?”

“That sounds perfect. Watching you dance is like an out of body experience I swear. Feels like my soul left my body and ascended into the heavens and I am watching an angel grace me with his presence.”

“Ah y/n! You flatter me too much.”

“It’s true though!” He waves you off with his hand but you definitely don’t miss the way his adorable puffy cheeks have turned bright red. He walks over to the speakers and presses play to resume the music. It truly is like watching an angel. He moves like he has wings, feet barely touching the floor and movements so graceful even the most experienced prima ballerina would be jealous. You watch on in awe as he seemingly floats across the practice room. You don’t even realize you’re tearing up until he stops dancing and runs towards the phone with a look of alarm on his face.

“Did something happen? Or was I just that bad?”

“Shut up, Jimin you were perfect. Seriously. That’s why I am crying because that was the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life.” You wipe your eyes with the back of your sleeve and when you look back at the screen, Jimin is smiling.

“Thanks, y/n. I’m glad you liked it.”

“Loved. I loved it.” He blushes again but doesn’t try to hide it this time, allowing you to see his eyes disappear as he smiles at you. “Dance for me again?”

“Anytime you want y/n. All you have to do is ask.”

Taehyung

Taehyung had called you, like he did every night to check in and see how your day was. Unfortunately he called right when your family was in the middle of a world war III level screaming match. You answered and he immediately heard the yelling in the background.

“Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry.” You sniffle and try to collect yourself so he won’t worry.

“It’s fine. I’m used to it by now.” Your voice cracks and reveals to him just how upset you are.

“Stay right there. I’m coming over.”

“What? No, Tae it’s late don’t- Hello? Taehyung?” You pull the phone away from your face and see that he has already hung up. You sigh and set it down on your bed, pulling the pillow against your ears and trying to drown out the sound. Without realizing it you end up drifting off to sleep, only to be woken up by a heavy body flopping next to you on the bed. You throw the pillow off of you and sit up feeling startled. Looking to your left you see piles of snacks and drinks from the convenience store, and a very sheepish looking Taehyung.

“I didn’t know which snacks you’d want so I bought one of everything.” You stare at him for a moment before a megawatt smile is displayed on your face. You jump over all the bags of snacks and tackle him in a hug.

“You’re the best. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Of course! Anything to make you smile and cheer you up.” He opens a bag of chips and takes one out and holds it to your lips. “Open!” You do and he pops the chip into your mouth, it’s your favorite which just makes you even more happy that he remembers these little details about you. You are both in your own little world, eating snacks and happily chatting before you hear more shouting from downstairs and the frown is immediately back on your face. Taehyung pulls headphones out of one of the bags and places it over your head. They’re noise cancelling so you can’t hear anything except Winter Bear playing through them. You feel yourself immediately relax, and sway to the beat. You close your eyes and focus on his voice as he gently tugs you to your feet, and slow dances with you around the room. You have completely forgotten about why you were upset in the first place, the only thing you are focusing on is him. His voice, his hands around your waist, and the soft feeling of his lips against your forehead.

Jungkook

Jungkook was a sweetheart, to put it lightly. He was an angel. And today was certainly no exception. You two had been texting back and forth and when your family started arguing you stopped answering him back, opting to put your headphones in and listen to music to block everything out. He got worried when you just suddenly stopped responding so he called you.

“Y/n? Sorry were you sleeping or something? I just was a little worried when you stopped answering.”

“Ah, sorry just..”

“Your family again?”

“Yeah...”

“What were you doing?”

“Listening to music.”

“Hmm.. were you listening to your favorite group by any chance?” You know what he’s hinting at but you couldn’t help but tease him a little bit.

“Indeed I was. Got7′s song always cheer me up and put me in a good mood.”

“O-oh. Okay. Yeah I see why you like them. They do make good music. And they’re handsome and funny. Yugyeom is one of my best friends so if you want to meet him someday I can introduce you-”

“Jungkook.”

“Yes?

“I’m just messing with you. I love Got7 but when I am upset it’s your voice I want to hear.” He gets quiet for a moment and you can picture how flustered he is, you almost laugh but hold it in.

“You know if you want to hear the real thing all you have to do is ask. If my voice helps you feel better I will sing a thousand songs if that’s what it takes.”

“Really?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay then. Sing for me.” He clears his throat.

“Annyeonghaseyo jeoneun Bangtan Sonyeondan-”

“Jungkook!” You immediately burst out laughing and hear his giggles soon joining yours.

“Sorry. Just wanted to make you laugh for a second. But for real now, okay?”

“Okay.” You settle back into your pillows and bring the blanket up to your chin, getting cozy and waiting for the surely ethereal vocals to fill your ears.

“Neoneun nae salme dashi tteun haetbit.” His voice sounds beautiful. It’s unlike anything you’ve heard before. It’s like comfy fuzzy blankets, a warm fire after being outside in the snow, a hand to hold when you’re feeling down. It’s comforting. It’s warm. And it’s everything you need right now. Without even realizing, you’ve started to drift off to sleep. But Jungkook keeps singing even though you’ve fallen asleep. He wants to make sure you stay asleep, and don’t have to listen to anymore unpleasant sounds, he wants your dreams to be filled with bright colors and happiness. And if the way your breaths are even and unstrained are any indiction, he knows he’s accomplished his goal.

“Sleep well, angel.”

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tataswish · 4 years ago

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❝ familiarity / one.

━ ♡ ・ paring: kim taehyung x reader. ━ ♡ ・ genre: soulmate!au, non idol!au, fluff (with a little angst!). ━ ♡ ・ word count: 2.7k. ━ ♡ ・ summary: you didn’t believe in soulmates. once. that all changed when you met yours; all thanks to one little drawing.

author’s note: hi! i haven’t written in a while so excuse the small mistakes, but i hope you enjoy! if you’ve played bts world before, some of the stuff in this chapter might seem a little... familiar (no pun intented). i also plan to have the reader be connected to every member somehow in this fic, so they will come soon! hope you all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. <3

“Shit,” you murmured under your breath, glancing at the rows of baked dough that were left in the oven for a little too long. Rather than its usual glossy, golden brown finish—it was dull, and… sad.

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been miraculously hired as the pastry chef’s assistant at Hotel Mudrin. You say miraculously, because even without any sort of culinary knowledge outside of cooking shows, you still managed to land the job. The chef was somehow impressed by the basic strawberry pancake dish you presented during your interview, and instantly saw growth potential in you.

That was also when you met your best friend, Seokjin. He was a newly hired intern at the time, and with the two of you being the only staff members in the hotel within the same age bracket, it didn’t take that much time for a bond to form. Seokjin was always getting into trouble by his boss Mr. Im, because to him, this intern could never do anything right. But with you there, you were able to lend a helping hand when tasks got a little too overwhelming—and things got a little easier from there. You and Seokjin began to spend time together on and off the clock since.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the mixture of raging hormones from being together, but the two of you decided to give dating a shot not too long after. It lasted for a solid two months—and while it had to come to an end, you both concluded that you were happier as friends.

And it was true. You and Seokjin have been inseparable since.

“____,” you heard the head chef call out your name, which instantly reeled you back to reality. Glancing down at the burnt dough on the tray, you felt a surge of warmth rush through your cheeks, knowing that you were about to be scolded at any second. “Are you okay? Ever since you came back from your lunch break, something’s been off.”

“No chef, nothing’s wrong,” you lied, walking over to the nearby garbage can to throw the current batch of dough away. A reassuring smile soon formed across your lips. “Just tired.”

If it wasn’t for you spiraling during your lunch break after Seokjin had left, maybe you would be in a better head space. But of course, spending the last ten minutes of break thinking about what went wrong in all of your relationships didn’t exactly help anyone at all.

The head chef could see through your lies too. And rather than questioning it, he only continued piping cream on the freshly cooled pastries on his side of the counter. “Maybe you need some fresh air,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders, eyes concentrated on his work. It was evident he was still invested in the conversation with you, though. “There should be a shipment of mangoes coming in in about twenty minutes, do you mind bringing those boxes in here? Take all the time you need. I’ll work on making another batch of dough.”

“I can make the dough, chef!” you tried to protest, mostly as a way to convince your boss that you weren’t feeling too off (when in reality, you were). “It’s okay, the mangoes can wait.”

As you were about to reach for the measuring cups in a nearby counter top, you were met with a look from the chef that clearly said: Go get some fresh air. Now.

So, rather than questioning it, you did.

After washing your hands and hanging your apron by the door, you made your way outside of the kitchen and into the main hallways of the hotel. It was emptier than usual—mostly because it was a weekday afternoon, and the guests who were staying at the hotel were out. It was also the midst of October, and the influx of guests don’t usually start to come in until around Christmas-time. Which was fine, because you weren’t met with the stress of having to make hundreds of fruit tarts in a span of an hour. Instead, you were able to step out and take a small stroll, which was always nice.

Upon exiting the area where the stairs were (staff weren’t allowed to use the elevators, per Mr. Im’s orders), you finally arrived at the ground floor. You always felt so out of place in the main lobby, with or without your work uniform. With the spacious area matched with gray marble flooring and sleek interior design, it was never a place you imagined yourself staying in. Only the richest of the rich could afford even one night in this place, and you? Couldn’t even afford a proper meal for dinner on some days. Hotel Mudrin was known to be a hub for millionaires, celebrities, or rich families alike—not for struggling university graduates like yourself.

But sometimes, it was nice to dream.

Quietly humming to a tune of a song you heard in the radio earlier this morning, you casually strolled through the floor, making your way towards the back door where the shipments would be. The subtle smell of lemon from the newly mopped floors was an odd favorite of yours. From time to time you’d flash a friendly smile towards the guests or staff members you’d pass by. But before you could exit through the back and meet with the shipment truck, you decided to take a small pit stop to the front desk and say hi to your best friend.

“Dude,” you began the minute you saw Seokjin behind the front desk. His eyes were on the computer screen in front of him, typing and clicking away, but you knew him well enough to know that he was probably playing a game of Minesweeper like he always does. Crossed arms resting on the desk, you then rest your chin on them as your eyes look up to your friend on the other side of the counter. “Remember when I wanted to cry because I realized I’ll probably be single and alone forever? Well my boss—”

As you continued to ramble on, Seokjin’s eyes finally met with yours. They weren’t eyes that meant he was ready to listen to you vent, no… they were wide. Like he was in a state of shock.

He quickly began to shake his head, which caused you to raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Did he want you to stop talking? Shut up? Right as you were about to say something though, his lips began to mouth the words ‘I’m busy’ over and over again.

That was when you knew, you fucked up.

The truth was, Seokjin was still busy tending to a guest, and you interrupted him actually working. Turning around, you briefly spotted the guest he’s been helping, and god—it was obvious by the look of your face that you had just embarrassed yourself into the next century.

“Sorry sir!” you apologized quickly, heat beginning to rush through your cheeks while you bowed for the hundredth time in the span of thirty seconds. Rather than making proper eye contact like any normal person would, your view was glued to the floor. “I honestly didn’t see you, and I know I should’ve, but—”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it,” he soon interrupted by providing reassurance. Once you heard a string of laughter from his end, you knew that he was understanding enough of the situation. “I get it.”

While you still couldn’t find the strength to really look him in the eye, you only returned with a sheepish laugh. It wasn’t every day you found yourself acting like a complete fool in front of a hotel guest (that was more of Seokjin’s speed in all honesty), so you didn’t exactly know how to fix the situation. Instead, you ended up sitting there in silence until Seokjin rescued the conversation.

“Alright!” he chimed in with the clasp of his hands, which was obviously your cue to slowly walk away. “You’re all checked in until the 31st, Mr. Kim. Let me grab your bags and take you to your suite.”

As you were about to leave, of course, you couldn’t go without embarrassing yourself one last time. Just as you were about to make a beeline towards the break room—also known as the place you were going to scream in—you managed to bump into this guest in full force.

Looking up, you finally had the chance to take a good glimpse of the person in front of you. He was tall, muscular, with ash blond hair that was parted in the center. His almond eyes were practically gleaming behind his silver frames, and it paired well with the two dimples perfectly placed on each cheek.

In other words, he was gorgeous. And completely out of your league. Which is probably another reason why you were feeling flustered beyond belief at this very moment.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. It felt like a movie—with both of his hands gently placed on each of your arms to provide support, gentle eyes locked on yours. You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop, whether if it’s from being embarrassed or… swooned, even.

Swallowing thickly, you managed to let out a small “yeah,” before fixing your stance. He eventually let go, and the two of you were able to laugh it off for a little. “But are you okay, sir?”

“Didn’t even hurt,” he reassured, flashing that smile that accentuated his dimples really well. An open then was reached out as an offer. “You can call me Namjoon. Do you work here?”

But before you could even keep the conversation going, of course, Seokjin had to butt in. Literally. “Let me help you with that, Mr. Kim,” he urged with a friendly, yet painful smile as he walked in between you and Namjoon. He then reached down to pick up the leather suitcase that was sitting right beside the guest’s leg. Eventually, Namjoon had to retract his hand.

You took it as your cue to leave, so you excused yourself from the two without saying goodbye.

Thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the break room to look at you quietly take a moment to freak out over what just happened. If Namjoon wasn’t so good-looking and one hundred percent your type on paper, maybe you would’ve shrugged the interaction off by now. But you kept thinking over and over about how you were going to run into him again in one way or another—especially since he plans on staying at the hotel for over three weeks. All he had to do is walk into the hotel’s dining area to have dinner, and you’d be there. Not even as you off the job, but you in that stupid apron and chef’s hat.

Head dug into your arms as you leaned on the table, you tried to think of something—anything to get your mind off of what just happened. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to take your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your e-mails. The first thing that caught your attention was an opened one, the one you received from that psychic about your soulmate.

Your soulmate is a man who is hard-working and bright, he will constantly continue to prove that he can be trusted and counted on by your friends and family…

Your eyes continued to read through the reading the photo was attached to, which was oddly comforting. To know that there was someone out there who could potentially be everything you’re looking for.

He is understanding, forgiving and respectful, even when you sometimes make mistakes…

Deciding to skim through the rest of the reading, you opened up that picture once again. You couldn’t help but notice something you didn’t the first time you saw it, and that was the small details on his facial features. He has three beauty marks: one sitting on the bottom of his eye, on his cheek, and one placed perfectly on the tip of his nose. You could’ve sworn those weren’t there before.

“And I thought I was the one who’s always the embarrassment at work,” you heard the familiar voice barge inside the break room, which obviously belonged to Seokjin. He walked over to where you were sitting and rested his chin on the top of your head, arms dangling from each side of your shoulders. “Jesus Christ bubs, you were a mess out there.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you murmured grumpily, placing your phone back in your pocket. “Do you think he’s going to tell Mr. Im? I can’t be blacklisted from this place, I need my job.”

Seokjin only laughed. “Stop being so dramatic. He seems too nice to do that.” Shaking his head, he sighed. “Plus, I’m eighty-five percent sure he was hitting on you.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you retorted while rolling your eyes. “As if he found my dirty uniform and the flour in my hair sexy.”

“You’re right, there’s nothing sexy about you,” he playfully joked back, which made you elbow him in the stomach. And all he did was laugh after. “What are you doing out here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be helping Chef Seong making those pies for tonight’s desserts?”

You sighed, nodding your head in response. “I’m supposed to be bringing a shipment of mangoes in from the back. Are you on your break? Do you want to come help me?”

With your best friend agreeing to accompany you to your trip to get the mangoes, the two of you head out of the break room and towards the back entrance of the hotel. As you opened the door to go outside, you noticed that the truck was already parked in front, with a few boxes of mangoes neatly stacked on top of one another. So, you decided to get to work and grabbed the first two boxes you see.

“Are these all of it?” you heard Seokjin ask (possibly the driver of the truck). You couldn’t really see, because the boxes were obstructing your view.

“There’s two more left,” the other person, who sounded like a man, replied. “Let me get those out.”

You made about two rounds in and out of the hotel before all of the boxes outside were brought in. Seokjin had to do the absolutely most as usual bringing way more boxes in than he could carry, and while he tried to play it cool as much as possible, you could tell he was struggling. His trembling arms were a clear tell that he could drop everything at given moment.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” you asked him, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling inside you.

“Does it look like I need your help?” Seokjin scoffed, which only made it harder to keep your laughter in. He couldn’t even look at you as he tried walking inside, because he was far too concentrated in keeping all of the mangoes inside these boxes. “Go away, you’re distracting me and my strength.”

As he continued to carry the boxes inside, you watched a couple of mangoes fall out and roll on the ground in front of you. He didn’t even seem to notice, because he kept walking. You only shook your head before bending down to quickly pick them up before they get too dirty.

Assuming that you’ve picked everything off the ground, you stood up and tried to catch up to Seokjin, who was already by the door. But rather than joining him, you were stopped. “Excuse me, miss!” you heard the foreign voice enter your ears. “You forgot these!”

You turned around to grab the mangoes out of the driver’s hands. “Thank you,” you replied with a soft smile. “Sorry about my friend, he’s—”

When you looked up to meet his gaze, it was as if what you were about to say next was thrown at the window. The person standing in front of you looked familiar. Even with the brim of his large straw hat hovering over his eyes, you could clearly see the prominent beauty marks on his features that resembled the ones of your soulmate in that one drawing.

It was him. It had to be.

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forgottenpasta · 5 years ago

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Lifeline | 06

Summary: What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them? BTS x Reader, Vampire!au, Idol!au

Pairing: Ot7 x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy

Word count: 15.4k

Warning: mentions of sex work, mentions of murder, violence, blood, language.

Ch.1| Ch.2| Ch.3| Ch.4| Ch.5

A/n: Enjoy!

“You’re getting me Beyoncé’s autograph or I’m going to kick you out of our apartment.”

Staring unseeingly at the blinking line of the cursor below the wall of coding you’d managed to do since morning, you half listened to Jisoo’s threats in your ear, wondering when you would heed your stomach’s grumbling and finally grab a bite. You had only had a cup of coffee and a muffin in the morning, stuffing the bready, crumbly goodness in your mouth while informing Jisoo about your imminent departure to America in a matter-of-fact tone, as if you were only going to go to the grocery store to pick up some eggs.

If she only knew that I’m going as their grocery myself. Nothing like flying your food along with you.

You grinned at your lame attempt at diet humour.

“You pillock, you’re not even listening to me!”

Wrinkling your nose, you focused back on Jisoo’s churlish voice. “What the fuck is a pillock, Jisoo? Have you been watching those overdramatic British cooking shows again?”

“I hear judgement in your voice, Y/n.”, Jisoo sniffed in offence. “And I do not care for it.”

Leaning back on your plush office chair, you chuckled with delight. “Why, pardon me madam, which old English lady are you trying to imitate right now?”

“Shut up.”, Jisoo grumbled. “I know what you’re trying to do. I want that autograph. And I will only settle for Rihanna as a substitute. I’m going to exploit your lofty connections, now that you’re all chummy with world-famous celebrities.”

“Jisoo,”,you said her name at the tail end of a long-suffering sigh.“When I told you about the award show the boys will be attending, at what point did I say that I’ll be sitting at the VIP section, drinking champagne with the who’s who of Hollywood? I’ll probably be in an obscure cramped hotel room with another member of the staff, eating shitty room service while watching them on the tv like the rest of the world. And besides, I don’t think Beyoncé and Rihanna are even gonna be there.”

Jisoo was silent for about five seconds.

“Then what’s even the point? Flop.”

A soft knock on your office door distracted you. You looked up just as it swung open to reveal one by seven of the reasons you had difficulty breathing several times a day.

“Jisoo, can I call you back?”, you mumbled distractedly before hanging up on Jisoo’s protesting voice.

You were only human. You couldn’t multitask while Jimin was leaning against your office doorjamb looking like all your sins manifested. In a casual long sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair uncharacteristically swept off his forehead and delicate silver earrings dangling from his earlobes.

A knowing grin graced his mouth as you blatantly checked him out, amusement dancing in his eyes.

With a cough you straightened in your chair. “What’s up?”

Cringing, you inwardly smacked your forehead. What’s up? Really?

It didn’t seem to matter that in the three days since you’d come back to office, they all (barring one) made sure to see you in flesh at least once a day. Actually came up with all sorts of excuses to visit you, “run into” you, “accidentally” catch you while you were leaving the restroom, just “happen to be” in the cafeteria when you came down for lunch. That last one was Hoseok not even trying to be subtle.

Your mind still half fried and scrambled itself trying to process all the attractiveness surrounding you.

“Your friend doesn’t ask too many questions, does she?” Jimin appraised your twitching form, thankfully ignoring your childish greeting.

You frowned. “Were you eavesdropping?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t have to. I can tell you what Namjoon and Jin are talking about one floor above us.”

Of course he could. Sometimes they looked so approachable that you forgot they were not human and could probably break your neck with a snap of their fingers.

“What are they talking about?” You pressed.

He just smiled.

Well, it was worth a try.

“Jisoo”, you answered his earlier question instead. “doesn’t ask too many questions because she trusts me and wants the best for me. She’s happy thinking Namjoon is so head over heels for me he’s willing to take me across the globe with him.”

“She’s not far off.” He pushed off the threshold, sauntering inside.

“You’re kidding right? If Namjoon had his way this curse would be broken and he’d be in Gina’s arms while my dead body floats face down in the Han river.”

Laughing at your morbid imagination, you paid no mind to the way he effortlessly swung up one of the chairs in front of your desk and placed it beside your own, plopping down on it heavily. He eyed the coding on your monitor curiously as you turned to face him.

Absentmindedly, you concluded that his side profile must have been sculpted by the gods.

“Don’t exaggerate, Y/n.” An elbow on the armrest, he cupped his face in one palm, giving you his best impression of a cherub. No innocence about him though. “Besides I wasn’t talking about Namjoon.”

There goes your poor heart, fluttering in your chest like a hummingbird on steroids.

Scratching the back of your neck, you chuckled nervously. Was he flirting with you? How did you reply to that? You were woefully inept at this.

“It’s so surprising,” he tilted his head, gazing at you thoughtfully. “That you have no qualms kissing Jeongguk like that in front of us, but you’re blushing at the mere mention of me falling for you.”

Did he have to put it like that? And was he really falling for you? You doubted that. He was really glib with his words. And you were awkward yes, but not a fool.

“That you have no problem letting Taehyung—”

“Jimin.”, you cut him off, not ready to go down that line of questioning yet. You were not sure of the answers yourself. Instead you turned the tables on him. “If I ask you something, will you answer honestly?”

The change of subject didn’t go unnoticed by him. He smirked at you sideways, but let it go. “Depends on what you ask, love.”

If he wanted to throw you off by using that endearment, he was…succeeding.

You cleared your throat. “You still haven’t told me why you call me that, but that’s something for another day. Tell me,” you leaned forward into his personal space. Two could play at this game. “Why don’t you have your share of reservations about me? Just like the others.”

“What do you mean?” His eyes flickered to your lips for a second and you wondered if you weren’t a fool for trying intimidation tactics on a vampire. He wasn’t in the least bit intimidated.

“I mean,” you try to lean back but Jimin’s hand on your elbow stopped you. You swallowed harshly, but continue on. Curiosity about the only member who’d always been kind, considerate and accepting of you burned. Now you had your chance. “You don’t seem to be taking this curse like a curse at all. Don’t you want a mate of your own? Like Namjoon. Not one that you have to share with six other vampires?”

For a few seconds Jimin gave you a blank stare. Then he let go of your elbow abruptly. You almost toppled into him but manage to catch yourself at the last second. He didn’t meet your eyes when he replied, “Does it matter?”

Classic evasion. You couldn’t count how many times you’d used the same phrase when you didn’t want to answer something.

“It matters to me.” You told him softly, this time reaching your hand out to place it on his arm. He eyed it sceptically. “I’d like to know.”

He scoffed, the bitter smile on his lips surprising you. “No, Y/n, you really won’t. You think I’m some angel who has your best interests at heart. Well, truthfully I don’t want to disavow you of that notion. It works in my favour.”

Whatever you’d expected to come out of his mouth, it wasn’t that. What was he suggesting? How did you believing he was a good person work in his favour?

“What do you mean?”, you echoed his earlier words.

“It means,” he mimicked you, but instead of just invading your personal space, his hands circled your knees and spread your legs apart, pulling you to the edge of your chair with a quick jerk. With a shocked yelp, you clutched his shoulders for balance, your eyes widening as he wedged his firm thighs in between your splayed legs. “That you’re incredibly naïve and I like it.”

The skirt you were wearing was bunched up at your hips now, you tried pulling it down in order to not flash Jimin your plain white cotton panties but he didn’t let you move. You huffed in irritation. “Is there a reason why you have me in this position right now? And I’m not naïve.”

He ignored your add on, gently caressing the back of your thighs. “Just keeping you in place so you don’t run away screaming.”

Restraining a full body shiver at the deft stroke of his hands on your bare skin, you gulped. Where was he going with this? “Why would I do that?”

Jimin smiled, his fond gaze on you didn’t fill you with warmth like it usually did. When he spoke it was with a chilling intensity that set all your alarms blaring.

“I don’t see you as a curse, because you’re not, Y/n. Not for me. You’re the sign I had been waiting for, for so long. A reward really. For everything I’ve been through. You were owed to me.”

A shuddering exhale left you. One at a time.

“What have you been through?”, you whispered.

A glassy glaze took over his eyes, as if your question transported him somewhere else. “Do you remember the Haeundae serial murders?”

“Um vaguely.” You frowned, thoughts a mixture of confusion and apprehension. “I wasn’t even in middle school then. Several escorts from one of Busan’s red light districts were found with their throats slit. They bled to death. Right?”

“Wrong.” Jimin’s grip tightened on your thigh, his gaze vacant. “They were bitten and drained. Slitting their throat was an attempt at cover up. A very sloppy one at that.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “H-how—”

“My mother was likely an escort. I wouldn’t know, I never met her. She left me, a squealing newly born baby, in an open drain pipe in Haeundae.” He laughed, the sound broken and manic. “Infanticide by drowning in fucking gutter water.”

Goosebumps broke out on every inch of your bare skin. Not because of all he was telling you, but because the pain in his eyes felt too much, too real, too soon. It took you several, agonisingly long seconds to find your voice. Still it came out barely audible. “You’re not dead.”

“No, I’m not.” Dare you say there was pride in his voice. “I’m a natural born vampire. That’s the only good thing the sperm donor passed on to me. We’re fucking resilient, even as newborns.”

“Your father was a vampire?”

He nodded stiffly. “My mother couldn’t have been. Vampires aren’t prone to sex work.” He sneered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Biohazard and all.”

Lest they kill their partners in the throes of passion.

You shivered. He wasn’t saying as much but you could read in between the lines. And the picture that was painting itself in your head was inhuman. Did his father force himself on his mother? Giving her a ‘monster’ baby who she abandoned? You didn’t have the gall to prod him but you didn’t have to. The torment on Jimin’s face told you all you needed to know.

Does he feel guilty on behalf of his father? Even though his mother left him to die.

“How did you survive?”

At your timid question he looked at you, really looked at you for the first time since he’d started going down the black hole of his family history. Or lack of one.

As if impulsively, Jimin’s hands on your legs smoothed to your upper thighs, almost underneath your skirt. He observed your every twitch and shuffle with interest, making you squirm even more.

“A deer shifter who also worked the nights in the same area found me. She took me in. My earliest memories are of her standing in the kitchen of her tiny, dinghy apartment. She couldn’t afford better even working night after night, selling herself to all and sundry. In those memories, she’s severing the carotid artery of a chicken before draining its blood in a glass for me.”

“She took care of you.”, you breathed, searching for some warmth, some fondness in his eyes for this unnamed person. You found none.

“She was afraid of me.” He gritted his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “I can barely remember any conversations we had. Fuck, I don’t even remember her name. Maybe she never told me. Can’t blame her, really. She was housing a predator in her sorry excuse of a fucking house and she damn well knew she was prey.”

“As soon as I turned eight she packed up her bags and vanished, leaving me to come home to an empty apartment. I remember being so confused and scared, I thought something had happened to her. I was ready to go out and knock down the doors of every pimp in the city who may have harmed her.”

Your hands clasped together behind his nape as his voice broke at the last word. There were no tears in his eyes but you knew he must be holding them back with herculean effort, not wanting you to see him cry. You wanted to tell him that it was okay, he could cry, sob, break down in front of you.

He has gone through so much.

Jimin closed his eyes on a stuttered exhale. “Guess she thought I was old enough to fend for myself.”

Heart breaking at his pain, you slid your palm to cup his cheek gently. He turned his face, nuzzling closer, a hand left your thighs to circle your wrist instead, keeping it in place as he inhaled sharply, scenting the blood rushing beneath your skin.

Not knowing what to say to console him, you let him do as he pleased, shivering when he placed an open mouthed kiss on your pulse, his teeth barely grazing your skin.

His next words shot a chill down your spine, making you go rigid with fear.

“So I fended for myself. I half drank those whores and slit their throat to let them bleed out, covering it up as senseless murder.”

“Y-you killed them?”

He placed another kiss on your wrist, rubbing soothing circles on your skin with his thumb. You were anything but soothed, you were downright terrified and shocked. Maybe you were naïve, when he’d asked about the murders you’d thought he lost someone dear to him because of them.

Maybe he did.

“Did you k-kill the deer shifter too?”

He didn’t hear your timid question, or if he did he ignored it. Eyes still closed, his hoarse voice belied a deep seated agony he kept under lock and key everyday. “I was a child. I didn’t know what I was doing, I had nothing. Just that cloying ever present hunger for revenge, for something. The need to belong somewhere, have someone. The thirst for blood was nothing compared to the thirst to lash out. Take what should have been mine from the beginning.”

A tear escaped the corner of your eyes, and you pursed your lips to restrain more from following after it. “We-were you hoping,” you paused to swallow harshly “that your m-mother was amongst those you killed?”

He opened his eyes at that, staring into space without really looking. Again he didn’t answer you. You sensed he was far away, reminiscing painful memories.

“The ones the police found were only the beginning. I got better at it, choosing my targets carefully.”, he chuckled wearily, his breath hot against your palm. “You couldn’t begin to imagine how many lonely, destitute prostitutes roam the Busan streets. Ones nobody gives a fuck about when they go missing.”

Everything had turned upside down. Yet again. Whenever you thought you had begun to understand these otherworldly men posing as beloved artists, they went and messed up your perspective of not just them, but your entire world.

Jimin was a cold blooded killer. Yet he was loved by millions.

In the clusterfuck of your multifarious emotions, one stood out. You still felt sympathy for the poor eight year old boy whose mother left him to die as a new born, whose guardian abandoned him, who no doubt had no clue why he was what he was…essentially a monster.

It terrified you, this compassion. He’d just confessed to murdering innocent people.

But he was a child.

Pulling your hand from his grip, you interlaced your fingers in your lap, voice curt when you asked, “W-when did you stop?”

Gritting your teeth at the stutter, you tried again. “Why did you stop?”

Jimin ran his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Seemingly back to the present again, he studied your reactions closely. You tried to maintain a poker face, but you knew you failed when his eyes fell to your trembling hands.

“You’re afraid of me.” He declared it as fact. A small, cynical smile appeared on his face. “Well, at least you didn’t run away screaming like I thought you would.”

“I still might.”

Jimin reached up to wipe your cheek. You flinched in reflex. His eyes hardened as he pulled his hand away.

“BangPD found me hunkering beside an alleyway dumpster when I was 13.” Sighing, he looked away from you. Suddenly he seemed tired of it all. Maybe he thought he’d revealed too much. He still continued on. “I’d just recently finished a kill, there was blood on my ratty clothes, on my mouth.”

“He took you in?”, you guessed.

“He knew what I was.” Jimin nodded, then smiled. A genuine smile this time. “Because he knew others like me too. He introduced me to the boys. Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jeongguk. I was the last to join them.”

The torment that was there in his eyes moments earlier, disappeared, and you knew Jimin had found his place in the world when he came here, when he met the others. His next words told you as much.

“For the first time I felt like I belonged.” Jimin leaned back, running a hand through his thick hair, letting it fall over his forehead. “For the first time I wasn’t alone anymore, wasn’t scared of what I was. The guys taught me everything I know, they made me everything I am right now. They felt like home.”

Meeting your eyes, he corrected himself. “They feel like home.”

Things were starting to click into place. And the more they did, the more you realised how wrong you were. “And you don’t want to lose that feeling. Ever.”

He nodded, raising an eyebrow. “You see? I would do anything for them.”

You were so far off. He wasn’t accepting of you because he somehow fell for you in the short time you’d known each other, you weren’t a special snowflake he couldn’t bear to live without.

No, this was just pure self preservation and self regard. He was just looking out for himself.

If it wasn’t clear enough, he spelt it out with you. “ I don’t ever want to lose this feeling, Y/n, and as long as you’re in our life I won’t have to. To answer your earlier question, I am more than fine with sharing you.” he laughed, shaking his head. “Ecstatic even. I would gladly forego having a mate of my own if it meant staying with the boys forever.”

So, he doesn’t feel anything for me?

Inwardly, you rolled your eyes. Why did it even matter? You didn’t feel anything for them either. They were just a very immoral, a-burden-on-your-conscience stepping stone to success.

He is using me, I’m using them. Even Steven.

That would have been true, except for the butterflies in your stomach every time they were near, the wetness between your legs every time one of them touched you and the sheer space they had begun to occupy in your thoughts.

And for that reason Jimin’s reasoning for wanting you stung even more.

“Y/n?” Jimin’s soft voice made you straighten up and look at him. For a moment, the angelic beauty of his face be-spelled you. He looked so innocent, so harmless. One would think he wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

I wonder how he looks when he’s in a rage, desperate enough to kill without a second thought.

“Are you okay?” Jimin glanced at where you were wringing your hands in your lap.

“Yeah.”, you said, a little too quickly. Cracking your knuckles, a nasty habit you’d picked up from constantly typing on the computer, you purposefully stared at your monitor where a montage of you and Jisoo in Jeju was playing as screensaver. “I..um..just thought maybe I should get back to work.”

Jimin chuckled, shifting back to free your trapped legs. “Alright. I know a dismissal when I hear one.”

You peered up at him as he stood up, feeling a bit intimidated when he met your eyes.

“For what it’s worth,” he bent over to whisper in your ear and you shivered “you feel like home too, love.”

Then he kissed your cheek.

You scowled as he left your office.

Why the fuck did he have to do that?

~.~.~

Minjun scratched his head, hesitation clear on his face. He clearly didn’t want to be having this conversation with you.

“You’ve made good progress, Y/n, and I like where you’re going with this, but you won’t be here for the next few days since you’re ahem—”, he cleared his throat awkwardly and you restrained a resigned sigh. He improvised, “Since you’ll be um assisting Bangtan the next few days.”

How pg-13.

“Minjun-ssi—”

“Should I assign someone else to takeover for the time being? Till you’re back to resume your work.”

“I don’t think there’s need for that.” You gave him a smile, hoping it looked sincere enough. “I can work on the trip. Gotta do something on those 11 hour flights, you know.”

“Y-yeah.” He didn’t meet your eyes. Was he actually intimidated by you? He had never been before, regarding you with casual indifference like he did most other employees under him. “If you’re sure. I wouldn’t want you to be swamped by work when you have other things occupying you.”

Holy fuck. He was intimidated by you. Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. What did he think? That you’d tell the boys to fire him if he made one wrong move?

Mistaking your expression for something else, he hastened to clarify. “I-I meant, I didn’t mean—”

Before you could stop his train wreck self, someone else did. A light knock on the door had him shutting up immediately. You both turned as the door opened.

A pretty blonde stuck her head in, a smile lighting up her face as she spotted you.

You frowned. Did you know her?

“Jinhee.” Minjun was similarly confused. “What are you doing here?”

The woman named Jinhee stepped in, and you distractedly noted that she was a ten on the attractiveness scale. The simple figure hugging plaid dress and heels she had on made her look simultaneously formal and smoking hot. A look that screamed that she dressed for both the office and the after hours. You were immediately envious of her dressing sense, especially considering that most days only sheer will power prevented you from rolling up to the Bighit building in pyjamas and stained t shirts.

She gave you a subtle once over, as if gauging exactly what was going through your mind. “I’m here to take Y/n-ssi with me, she’s needed somewhere else.”

Minjun nodded immediately, as if you were a highly distinguished individual and he’d taken too much time out of your busy schedule. “Of course, of course.”

Getting up you collected all of your stuff, not wasting a second to hightail it out of the room. You wanted to thank the pretty blonde for saving you as she immediately fell in step with you.

“Where are we going? Did Sungmin want to see me?”, you asked instead, glancing at her briefly.

She was silent for long seconds, almost making you think she wasn’t going to answer, before she flashed a smirk your way. “No, Min Yoongi does.”

Suspicion arose quickly. “Yoongi?” You raised your brows at her. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why?”, she asked, wide-eyed. “Aren’t you close with all of the boys? You sound surprised.”

Your hackles rose immediately. The way she’d emphasised the word ‘all’ didn’t go unnoticed by you either.

Narrowing your eyes, you gave her a warning look. “Why are you asking me this? Who are you, by the way?”

“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.”, she gave you a sheepish smile, but you saw right through her faux pleasant demeanour. “I’m Park Jinhee. I’m a stylist with the costume department. In particular, I arrange the boys’ stage looks.”

You gaped at her, impressed. No wonder she had impeccable dressing sense, and to think she came up with all those drool worthy, panty melting outfits the boys rocked on stage? Whew.

Will she mind if I ask for her autograph?

“Also, I’m Taehyung’s fuck buddy.”

Will she mind if I punch her in the face?

“W-what?”, you stuttered in shock, shaking your head.

Jinhee tossed all semblances of politeness out the window. “You heard me, Y/n. Me and Taehyung fuck. Occasionally. To be honest, I want to do more than just fuck him but he’s never been the romantically inclined one. That’s more Jimin’s style.”

A muscle jumped in your jaw as you grit your teeth. The way she spoke so casually, so intimately about them had you on edge. If she only knew what Jimin’s style actually was.

Romantic? If you’re into serial killers…

Morbidity aside, you quickly composed a poker face, though your insides teemed with unexpected turmoil. “What am I supposed to do with this information? I’m sorry to break it to you but I’m not the best at relationship advice.”

“Oh but you are.”, she exclaimed, turning to you with a saccharine sweet smile. “You managed to snag six of the seven most coveted men in this country, heck dare I say, in the world. You Michael Phelpsed in the relationship department, Y/n.”

Six.

Arriving at the elevators, Jinhee quickly pressed the button and as if she read your mind again, went on to clarify, “But you didn’t get the hottest among them, am I right? I have never seen Taehyung around that cute little office you got along with that impressive promotion. All of the others pay frequent visits though, do they not?”

The chilling look from you just made her snicker in delight. In just one breath she had made sure you knew that the entire building was aware how you’d gotten your position, as well as implied you were fucking six of them quite openly.

“Jinhee.”, you spoke calmly, even though on the inside you were anything but. “I would shut up if I were you.”

“Why? Did I lie?” The elevator doors opened and she clutched your elbow, all but dragging you inside with her. Swiping her card, she pressed for the floor where their personal studios were. “Or did I struck a nerve? Don’t worry, I would do the same if I were you. We all gotta hustle somehow. If you think I’m judging you, I’m not.”

“What makes you think I care about your opinion?” You brushed off her hand from your arm and looked down your nose at her. “I’m not interested in having this conversation with you, Jinhee.”

Suddenly, all cheeriness vanished from her face, the seriousness in her eyes startling you. “But I am. Interested in Taehyung that is. I don’t give a single fuck about you sleeping with the others. However, if you so much as breathe near Taehyung, the consequences won’t be good for you.”

There it was. She had finally come to the point, you were wondering when the threats would pour out, since her infatuation with Taehyung wasn’t well masked. If she only knew that you’d already done much more than breathe the same air, that he’d has his tongue down your throat and his fingers inside you not too long ago.

You pushed up the collar around your neck, suddenly conscious of the place where he’d sunk his fangs. Pursing your lips, you gave her a long hard contemplative stare, then you sighed.

“Have you told Taehyung how you feel about him? Maybe you should do that, instead of warning others off him.”

From the surprise on her face, that clearly wasn’t what she’d expected you to say. She shook her head. “He’s not the type to take confessions seriously. He would just laugh at me.”

Probably true. “Try it anyway.”

You knew the only reason you were encouraging her to open up to Taehyung was because you knew he didn’t feel the same way. He couldn’t. You were his mate, no matter how much he wanted to deny the fact. And the one thing you were coming to know from all the time you’d spent with the boys, was that they were not attracted to anyone else the way they were to you. At least, not anymore.

Ever since that day at the office, Taehyung had been avoiding you like the plague. You weren’t going out of your way to cross paths with him either, mostly because you were mortified at what you’d allowed to let happen that day. But Taehyung’s reason for not facing you were much deeper than that. You suspected he loathed the changes being mated had brought with it.

Slyly, you glanced at Jinhee sideways. “You said you were fuck buddies. I’m sure you two have been going at it like rabbits ever since he returned.”

Her cheeks coloured at that, and knowing how cavalier she had been just moments before, you guessed it wasn’t because of shyness. “He hasn’t-he’s been busy. I guess.” She cleared her throat, darting her eyes everywhere but at you. “Their comeback is around the corner.”

The elevator dinged open and you both strode down the hallway, Jinhee fidgeting beside you. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Really?”, you pretended surprise. “Then I’m sure he needs to relieve some stress. Why don’t you help him?”

“I told you he’s been busy.” She glared at you, clearly directing some pent up frustration at the wrong person. “It’s not like I haven’t tried. He keeps turning me down without so much as a glance my way. Clearly he got more than enough stress relief at wherever he’d fucked off to when he was gone.”

Yoongi’s studio came in sight and you slowed down to give Jinhee a sympathetic pout.

“So much for being fuck buddies.”

“You bitch.” Jinhee seethed. You ignored her, knocking at Yoongi’s door instead. “You better heed my warning and stay away from him or—”

Rolling your eyes, you cut her off, knocking again. “Or the consequences won’t be good for me. Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Jinhee, goodbye.”

“Why you little—”

“What the fuck is going on here?”, Yoongi’s grumpy voice yelled as he pulled open the studio’s door the tiniest bit. Through the sliver of the crack, he peered down at you with a scowl, the headphones perched on his head a little askew, his newly dyed blonde hair sticking in all directions. He looked scary and adorable at the same time.

Biting your lip, you tilted your head to meet his eyes. “You wanted to see me?”

The scowl deepened, if that was possible. “No, I didn’t.”

You snapped your head towards Jinhee at that, who was walking backwards to the elevator again, facing you with a cheerfully bitchy grin on her face. You should’ve known Yoongi wouldn’t invite anybody to his personal studio.

Abruptly, he grabbed your arm and pulled you in. “But since you’re here anyway, I can make use of you.”

The last thing you saw before the door slammed shut was Jinhee’s grin vanishing.

“This feels like a prank.”, you breathed, gazing around at Yoongi’s cozy work space like you were in the inner sanctum of Satan’s abode.

Yoongi looked offended. “Do I look like a pre-pubescent kid to you?”

You grinned.

“No, don’t answer that.” He held up a finger, waving it at your face indignantly. “And wipe that stupid grin off your face or I’ll throw you out.”

“Such harsh threats.”

“Remind me why I invited you in here again?”

“You didn’t invite, you manhandled me in like a caveman.”

“Right.” Yoongi adjusted the headphones, positioning them so only one side covered his ear, then he pointed at the small sectional placed sideways along the length of the small room. “Sit down, Y/n, and make yourself as invisible as possible. I don’t want it to feel like I actually have another person present in here with me.”

Blinking at his absurdity, you absentmindedly took a seat, regarding him owlishly. “You pulled me in here to be decoration?”

“No, that implies you’re aesthetically pleasing.”

“Hey!”

Yoongi held up his hands, leaning against the opposite shelf full of random figurines and trophies. “I’m in a stump, okay. I just need some inspiration.”

“Why are you in a stump?” Pulling back into the comfy back cushion, you rested an arm along the backrest, practically melting into his sofa before eyeing him up and down. For all intents and purposes it looked like you were an evil moustache-twirling movie villain checking out the innocent, shy virgin.

A hot, sinful, non-virgin who’s glaring at me like I ran over his puppy.

You straightened up with a cough. “I mean, your new album’s already done, right?”

He raised a haughty brow. “So? What has that got to do with anything? I don’t make music because I want to cram it into albums and assembly line them out just to make a quick buck.”

You were pretty sure he was making more than just a “quick buck” from all his royalties.

“No. I meant that you already have so much on your plate, right?”, you improvised, that was totally not what you’d meant. “You have to memorise the new songs, choreography and I know you guys have been practicing and shooting day in and day out. You can put off composing for a bit.”

Yoongi smirked, and you swear you saw a hint of pity in his eyes, making you scowl.

“Oh, you mortal. The trifling restrictions of fatigue and overwork are so human. Vampires are above such waste of time.”

You ran your tongue along the inside of your cheek, a habit you’d picked up from Jeongguk. Did you really think Yoongi was going to appreciate your show of care?

“Well, then. Let’s hear it.” You waved your hand in a “get on with it” motion.

“What?”

“Your new music. Maybe a second opinion on it will help.”

“Yeah, no thanks.”, he deadpanned.

Your middle finger itched to salute him.

“This feels strangely symbolic.”, you huffed, crossing your arms across your chest. Yoongi’s eyes briefly dipped to your breasts but they were back on your face before you could call him out. “You don’t actually need me but I’m here anyway. I’m going to be accompanying you guys across the world, wasting my precious time and company money, just to sit prettily on a couch somewhere in a hotel room, just like I’m doing right now. I feel useless.”

“Keeping us fed isn’t being useful enough for you?”

You could tell Yoongi regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth.

His slight cringe at his demeaning rhetorical question was masked by his usual stoic expression in just a few seconds, but you didn’t do anything to mask your hurt, flinching as if he’d slapped you.

Standing up, you rushed towards the door. There was only so much verbal sparring with Yoongi you were equipped to endure.

When you pulled the doorknob the door didn’t budge. Checking to make sure the it was unlocked, you pulled again. No luck.

“I didn’t mean that.” Yoongi’s soft whisper came from directly behind you. You glanced up to see his hand on the smooth wooden surface, a flat palm keeping the door firmly shut. You hadn’t even heard him move.

“That’s a weird way of apologising.” You futilely pulled on the knob again. It’s like it was suddenly made of reinforced steel. “Let fucking go.”

Yoongi chuckled huskily, his breath tickling the hair at the nape of your neck. You shivered, all too aware of his close proximity.

“If I let go and you pull at the same time, you’re gonna get a face full of wood. Unless you want a few teeth removed, I suggest stepping back.”

Huffing in annoyance, you spun to face him, your back pressed to the door as he crowded you against it. “Unless you want to get socked in the jaw, I suggest apologising. Right now.”

Try as he might he couldn’t suppress the amused grin that took over his face. The fucker was laughing at you. The audacity.

“I’m warning you, Yoongi, I’m gonna wipe that shit-eating grin off your face with my fist.” You stomped your foot.

His smile just widened, he was looking down at you as if you were circus amusement. “I’d like to see you try, baby.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not that word.

“Don’t “baby” me. You haven’t earned it and it’s not gonna work.”

“Hmm.”, he hummed, leaning closer with a contemplative look. His other hand came up to join the first in trapping you against the exit. “How do I earn it?”

Two could play at this game.

Circling your hand around his waist, you pulled him closer, catching him off guard. His eyes widened in shock. You smiled evilly. “Say “I’m sorry I’m such a douchebag, Y/n. I took my perma-bitchy attitude a little too far and I’m ashamed at my asshole-ish behaviour. Committed to repenting, I will reflect on my actions in order to not repeat them in the future.””

He raised an eyebrow, not fazed at all. “Did you just call me a douchebag, a bitch and an asshole all in one breath?”

“Yes. Now say it or you don’t get to call me baby. Ever.”

Letting out an agonized sigh, as if pained, he lamented, “You drive a hard bargain, Y/n.” The sudden sincerity in his eyes made you go still. “How about I apologise and tell you exactly how wrong you are. You’re the opposite of useless. You’re practically the most important person in our lives. And not just because of the obvious reasons.”

Tilting your head, you eyed him cautiously. Your noses were almost touching and at your wary expression he wrinkled his to bump against yours, startling you. If you weren’t mad at him you would have cooed at his cute antics.

“I’m listening.”, you said at length.

“I’m not a sappy guy unless I’m writing songs, Y/n—”

“I can tell.”

“—so I’m only gonna say this once.” He frowned. “Also, don’t interrupt me, got it ?”

He was expecting a response, so you rolled your eyes. “Yes, your highness.”

“Smartass.”

Brushing a few tendrils of hair off the side of your face, he softly cupped your left cheek. You couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze. “Metaphors are the only way I can describe what you are to us, Y/n. As immortals our instincts are primal things to us, as fundamental and true as the universe itself. A universe where you’re the sun and we revolve around you. Our centre and our light. We want you with us, everywhere we go, because like a pair of magnets we seek you out involuntarily, to complete us. Can’t you tell? Certainly you’re not oblivious to how one of us is always buzzing around your office like an overeager bee around a flower?”

Did he just call you a sun, a flower and a… magnet, all in one breath? No wonder he was making millions off of his writing alone.

You evaded his eyes, blushing hard. “That-that’s not true. Taehyung’s not like that.”, you hedged, going with the easiest anomaly to his explanation, although there were many more.

Yoongi sighed, hooking his finger under your chin to push your face up, eyes meeting his. The levity there was startling. “He’s always been stubborn as fuck and too used to getting what he wants. Both him and Jeongguk have always been the spoiled ones. But where Jeongguk has grown out of that phase, Taehyung will deny his own compulsions till the end of time if it meant he could continue being a tenacious asshole.”

“His own compulsions?” Were you purposefully fishing for flattery?

Yoongi obliged you with a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked playful, a rare sight. “If you’re the sun, he’s Pluto. The outlier who wants to pretend he’s not with the rest of us, but still circling around you.”

You burst out laughing. “Yoongi, your metaphors are cheesy.”

He grinned at your mirth. “Get this.”, he paused. “If you’re a magnet, he’s steel. Trying so hard not to be attracted to you, but failing miserably.”

“Stop!” Yoour cheeks hurting from trying to contain the giggles. “That was straight up embarrassing! And not even scientifically accurate.”

He shrugged, snickering himself. “If my humour’s so embarrassing, why are you dying laughing.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, then here’s another one.” You braced yourself as he pulled you impossibly closer. “He’s Kim Jong-Un and you’re a Kpop concert, he wants to bop along so bad but ca—”

“Fuck.” You slapped a hand over his mouth, cracking up again. “No, you’re not going there.”

He let you shut him up, his eyes almost disappearing into crescents above your hand as he watched you try to ease your hysterics. Suddenly he perks up, pulling you away from the door towards his computer.

“What?”, you breathed, still huffing out tiny giggles.

“I need you.”

At his blunt words, your heart clenched in your chest. But he just pushed you down in his chair, reaching for his mic and positioning it before you. He stood behind you, towering over your form as he pulled up an application on the screen.

“I need to record your laugh. For research purposes.”, he informed, clicking away at his keyboard.

He was giving you heart palpitations.

“For research purposes?”, you repeated dryly.

“Yeah. Did I stutter?” A few mouse clicks and he’s pushing the mic right up against your face with an expectant look.

You gave him owlish eyes. “You want me to fake a laugh?”

“Fake? Fuck no. Laugh like you were just now.”

“You were making me! With those terrible metaphors.”

He opened his mouth but you cut him off.

“No! Not anymore, please!”

He gave you a shit eating grin. “You leave me no choice then.”

You seized up. “Wha—”

You were so focused at the devil above you, you didn’t even notice his stealthy hands reach for your ribs around the sides of the chair. A swift movement, and his fingers were under your shirt, brushing against your bare skin.

“NO!”, you howled, immediately cracking up. You were so goddamn ticklish, and he couldn’t have known, but he just discovered another one of your human weaknesses to exploit.

“Yoongi! Stop, damn it, you stupid motherf—” At that he doubled up, peering at your upturned, red face below him as he sought your stomach. Trying to push his hands away didn’t work, he was too strong, so you reached up to slap that smug, evil grin from his face.

“You sound like a goat, but I guess I can work with it.”

Lies. He was enjoying this a little too much. Way too much. The feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips felt like heaven, your laughter music. He didn’t want to stop touching you, he wanted to explore. And elicit a much different reaction. He wondered if you’d let him record your moans too?

When his wrist accidentally brushed your bra, he knew he had to stop. His dick was twitching in his pants, threatening to salute you and expose his insouciance for what it was, a facade. He pulled away, finally letting you breathe.

Bracing yourself against his desk, you caught your breath, thoroughly winded. “I’m going to kill you, Min Yoongi.”

He patted your head patronisingly. “Okay, baby, I’ll be waiting. Right now, scram. I gotta get back to work.”

“Huh?” Your scrambled brain took a second to catch up while Yoongi rolled his chair away from the computer, grasping your shoulders and effectively pushing you out of it before occupying your vacated seat smoothly. Snatching a pillow from the couch, he put it in his lap, rolling back to face the computer and away from you.

You stood there, a little lost. One second you were in the chair, the other out of it.

“Close the door on your way out.”

The keyboard and mouse clicking resumed, punctuating your dismissal.

This mercurial, frustrating, sexy-as-fuck vampire!

With a huff, you strode towards the door. “Hope you fuck up all your demos, Min Yoongi.”

His amused laugh followed you out.

~.~.~

Two weeks later and its time for your first trip around the world as food for seven vampires. You were never going to let up on this joke, even if it was only for self-entertainment. After the Tickle-gate with Yoongi, the boys appearance around your office had become a little scarce due to their comeback approaching. For the last four days, you hadn’t even seen them. The day of the release had been yesterday and after a brief comeback showcase, they were flying off to America today. No music shows, no additional interviews. Their domestic promotions had certainly dwindled down ever since they reached global stardom. But their Korean fandom was as loyal as ever, considering they were already topping all domestic charts there were.

Would they still be loyal if they found out about me?

Not likely.

Which was why you were sure you were flying the 12 hour flight from Incheon to LAX in economy with the other staff. You looked forward to the full body cramp that was going to accompany your movie marathon. You had decided you were going to watch every vampire themed movie that was available, yes, even Twilight. The occasion demanded it.

A quick hug goodbye to Jisoo, with another promise of A-lister autographs you didn’t intend on keeping, and you were off. Time to meet the co-ordis who knew their secret. Especially Seulgi the vampire, who Jeongguk had given head to.

Your mood sky-dived. Suddenly, you wanted to turn tail and cuddle with Jisoo in your bed again.

Ryowook’s smiling face greeted you as soon as you stepped outside your apartment.

“What are you doing here?”, you asked, surprised to see the chauffeur.

“My day job, ma’am.” He opened the back door of the company Mercedes. “I have orders to take you to the airport.”

“Why wasn’t I told about this?” You slipped inside nonetheless. “And I could have just travelled with the other staff, this is waste of fuel and your time Ryowook-ssi.”

He smiled that patient smile of his, the one that told you were being ridiculous without a word out of his mouth.

You sighed. “Am I going to meet them at check-in?”

Another serene smile. “Certainly.”

You gave up, relaxing back into the expensive leather to watch the city zoom past.

A short drive and he was dropping you at Terminal 1. One of Bighit’s on-call bodyguards met you there, taking your bag and signalling you to follow him without a word. You did so, a little weirded out now. Why couldn’t they just have you travel with the staff? What was up with the whole passing you along like a relay race baton situation?

In a confused daze, you hurriedly followed the buff man as he bypassed the Terminal 1 entry gate, instead leading you along the side of the huge building and towards a smaller entrance manned by airport police clad in black and bearing assault rifles.

The signboard above read FBO in large bold letters.

“What’s an FBO?”, you asked the bodyguard, quickening your pace to catch up to him as he entered after showing his ID. They let you in after a brief look at your passport.

“Fixed Base Operator. The airport gives this terminal to all private jet companies operating here.”

Your feet tripped over nothing. “What?”

The man was already handing over your bag to a handsome man in a steward’s uniform, who quickly ran it through a scanner.

“Can I have your handbag too, ma’am?”, the young flight attendant blinded you with a too white smile.

You wordlessly handed it over, feeling as if you were in a twilight zone.

In less than ten seconds, you were off again. This time the flight attendant carried your bags for you as he led you and the bodyguard out the exit and onto the tarmac. In the near distance you could see the large commercial airliners taking off, some of them flying directly overhead. To your right were hangars, much smaller planes parked inside or out on the ramp.

Ahead of you stood a dark blue private jet the size of a large bus. The front cockpit part was long, the nose cone almost one fourth the size of the whole plane. It’s empennage was painted a bright gold and a golden stripe ran along its fuselage. It looked like it was made for royalty.

The air was heavy with jet exhaust fumes, but the atmosphere felt different than your regular plane boardings. No body checks, no lines, no waiting times, no airbridges and no snooty economy flight attendants that frowned when you asked for water.

The two men let you ascend the stairs built into the clamshell-style door first. Still quite not being able to process reality, you airily boarded the small plane, jaw hitting the floor with your first step in.

You thought it’d be cramped, the plane was pretty compact after all.

It was not.

Two plush leather recliner chairs, that looked like you could melt on them, were spaced evenly on one side. Four more faced each other in pairs of two, with a polished table in between, on another. Dim lights gave a regal ambience to the interior, every shiny surface reflecting a golden glow. A large tv was mounted on the wall and an open entryway led to the back. You spied a long L shaped couch piled high with throw cushions behind the recliners, complete with an electric fireless fireplace below the tv.

You didn’t know how long you stood there gaping.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?” The flight attendant’s voice made you snap your mouth close. The young man smiled apologetically when you turned to him. “If something’s not to your liking, please let me know.”

Not to my liking? As of three minutes ago I thought I was going to be doing contortions in a shoe box sized seat for the next 12 hours.

You shook your head at him, glancing at the bodyguard still standing at the entrance.

“You’re coming with?”

“I have orders to stand guard till the boys arrive in an hour.”

“In an hour?”, your brows raised. “Why am I so early?”

He side eyed the attendant, who quickly took the hint.

“Would you like some champagne, ma’am?”

Who wouldn’t? “Yes, thank you.”

After he left, the bodyguard answered you. “Precaution. No more than the necessary people should see you with them.”

“Ah.” Of course.

You hadn’t noticed but their fansites were probably camping outside already.

You wanted to ask why exactly you needed to be on the same plane with them, but held your tongue. He likely didn’t know why such odd whims struck those vampires.

Letting yourself marvel at space around you, you plopped down on one of individual recliners. Your back met the pillowy leather and the footrest elevated your feet, till you were practically draped over the chair in a relaxed puddle. The thing felt like a cloud surrounding you.

Soon, the attendant came back with a silver tray full of hors d’oeuvres and a flute of champagne. He set it on a pull out table that magically materialised from below the recliner.

“There’s a mini bar built into the armrest of every chair.” He tapped once and it flipped open to reveal neatly lined bottles of water, soda and alcohol. “You can adjust your chair from the controls on the other side.” He pointed to a sleek panel.

“Okay, thank you.” You smiled at him.

He beamed back. “Of course.” He pointed to a bell shaped button above you. “If you need anything, I’m one press away.”

You nodded, sighing when he left you alone. Sipping the bubbly drink, you let your thoughts drift to the ordeal ahead of you.

Ordeal because soon Taehyung was gonna be confined in a small space with you for an extended period of time. The first time you’d see his face after the humiliating incident in the conference room. Also because you still had difficulty facing Jimin after his unnerving exposition. Because you still didn’t know where you stood with Namjoon and didn’t want to “accidentally” do tongue acrobat with Jeongguk again. You were giving Yoongi the silent treatment for Ticklegate, so there was that.

So by process of elimination you were going to stick to either Seokjin or Hoseok like barnacles on a turtle this entire plane ride.

Mind made up, you took out your laptop to do some work while you waited for them.

You frowned when the sleek black screen of your computer took more than its usual half a second to light up. Glancing closer, you pressed the power button again, doing a double take when your blurry reflection on the screen shimmered.

Blinking a few times, you shook your head, clearing whatever cobwebs in your retina which were making you see things.

Nothing doing.

You squinted at the screen.

A black blob, eerily close to the shape of an almost skeletal hand, seemed to materialise over your shoulder in the hazy reflection.

Your heart pounded.

“You look comfortable, pretty girl.”

At the sudden voice, you shrieked, jumping ten feet in the air.

The rest of the boys came rushing into the plane at your panicked scream. All of them, except Taehyung who ambled inside without a care in the world, stared at you in confused worry.

“What happened?”, Namjoon demanded, scanning you from head to toe.

Placing a hand over your chest, you willed yourself to calm down. “Nothing. Hoseok just scared me.”

“Hobi.”, Hoseok corrected.

Yoongi smirked at your laptop. “Were you watching porn?”

At the reminder, you glanced down at your powered up computer, now showing you the login screen, demanding your password. No sign of creepy reflections anywhere.

Huh. Weird.

Maybe the last few weeks had made you paranoid.

“I’m not talking to you.”, you muttered, not looking up at him.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Dramatic much? I just tickled you a bit, you’re making a big deal out of it.”

“You did what?”, Jin asked, confused at the non-sequitur. Hoseok took the seat beside yours, making himself comfortable as the rest of the boys moved inside too.

You surreptitiously watched out of the corner of your eyes as Taehyung made a beeline for the door at the back, disappearing from your vision.

“Tickled her.”, Yoongi deadpanned. “For purely professional purposes.”

Jeongguk gave him an owlish look, dumping his backpack on the sectional. “Your kinks are getting weirder day by day, hyung.”

Hoseok ignored them, turning to you, concern etched on his brows. “You didn’t have any problem getting here, did you pretty girl? It was crowded outside.”

“I was early.” You chuckled, reaching for one of the dainty snacks the flight attendant had put out. “I hate airport security and I have an irrational fear about missing flights. Turns out I didn’t have anything to worry about.”

You gestured to your surroundings, chewing the savoury goodness slowly. Wow. Did they have a Michelin star chef on call too?

“Oh, yeah.” Hoseok looked around, as if noticing the extravagance for the first time. “I guess it is convenient.”

“That’s one way to put it.” You proffered up the tray to him. “Want some? It’s really good.”

Running a hand through his blonde hair, he eyed the tray as if you were offering him live snakes to consume.

“I’m sure it is. But I can’t.”

Frowning, you put the tray down. Were you missing something here? “I know you guys eat food. Jeongguk told me so the first day we...met.”

A chagrin smile appeared on his face. “We could. Human food has no nutritional value for us but we can still consume it to keep up appearances sometimes. A variety show or advertisements for fried chicken, things like that.”

Guess there was a lot you still didn’t know about them. They did ads for food they didn’t even eat. But then again, this was nothing compared to some of the other stuff you had come to know. “But you don’t like it?”

He shrugged. “It’s nothing compared to blood but some unmated vampires like it anyways. Jimin used to love eating candies.”

You frowned, reaching for another cheese and meat combo. “Used to?”

For a brief second, Hoseok’s mellow eyes flickered down to your jugular. He spoke before you could make something of it, his voice soft. “Everything tastes like dry ash on our tongues now that we’ve had your blood.”

That made you swallow down the antipasti prematurely.

He continued. “And you know we can’t drink any other blood. It’ll poison us.”

Namjoon’s suffocating, blue-tinged face flashed in your mind and you nodded.

“Ugh.”, you dithered, uneasy with the conversation and Hoseok’s focused gaze. “So...”, lamely, you tried changing the topic. “What am I doing after we land?”

A snide scoff made you turn in your seat to look at Namjoon sprawled on the chair behind yours. “Don’t tell me you’re still squeamish at every mention of blood, y/n.”

“What do you mean still? Am I supposed to be comfortable with it just because you’re vampires?”, you huffed, annoyed at his judgemental expression.

He glanced down at his phone, avoiding your eyes and you swear you heard him mutter “Gina was” under his breath but Jimin spoke before you could clobber him over the head for his audacity.

“I saw Taehyung after he returned. He looked like he’d just mauled a bear and I know he’d just been with you. How are you still not desensitised after all that?”

Jimin was perched on the table, his newly dyed black hair swept back off his forehead as he leant back on his hands.

You gave the breathtaking man a challenging look. “You’d know about desensitisation, wouldn’t you?”

Yoongi choked on air, Jeongguk’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. You heard Hoseok inhale sharply from beside you, but you didn’t look to see the other’s reaction, continuing as if you hadn’t dropped a I-know-about-Jimin-committing-murder sized bomb on their heads.

“Besides, the blood on him wasn’t mine.”

Jimin grinned, his eyes almost disappearing into crescent moons. He appeared the picture of loveable cuteness, except for the fact that he was smiling at the mention of his grave crimes. “Touché, love. But I know that it wasn’t yours. If there’s anything we’d never be desensitised to, it is the downright mouthwatering smell of your blood. No...,”, he rubbed his chin, faux contemplative, prodding your challenge by reminding you of the conspicuous brutality of their kind. “He’d done some desensitisation of his own before coming to you.”

The “he” in question was as silent as a monk with a mute vow, not a peep heard from the back of the plane. You glared at the doorway, knowing very well that Taehyung could hear even a pin drop from inside the bustling airport, let alone this conversation three metres away. He was sticking to his pretending-you-were-invisible agenda, it seemed.

The rest six of them were watching you closely. Now that they knew about your knowledge of their kinds’ propensity to violence, they likely were apprehensive about your reaction. Well, you’d give them none.

In a room full of predators who’ve declared you their only prey, vulnerability and fear would only feed into the control they thought they had over you.

You faced them again, shrugging.

Jimin smirked. “No snarky comments? Why this preferential treatment towards Tae? You like the ones who don’t give you attention, love?”

“Enough, Jimin.”, came Jin’s brusque command. He was seated at the table too, turning around to give you a soft, apologetic glance. “I think what they all want to bring up, in a round about, idiotic way, is that it’s been weeks since we last fed. Though, me, Namjoon and Yoongi can last a few weeks more, the younger ones might be feeling it.”

You froze. Of course. What the hell did you think they brought you here for?

“Whatever you’re thinking, baby,”, Yoongi cut off your musings, narrowing his perceptive eyes at you. “It’s probably bullshit. We would have brought you with us no matter what, anxiety would have eaten us alive if we hadn’t.”

“And I’m not feeling it.”, Hoseok rushed to add from beside you, gently taking your hand in his, stroking the pulse at your wrist with his thumb. “Hungry that is. My endurance isn’t the best, but it’s working as of now.”

“Taehyung fed from you not too long ago, I’m sure he’s fine too.”, Namjoon nonchalant voice came from behind you.

How Taehyung could tolerate them talking about him as if he wasn’t there, you’d never know.

Sighing, your gaze shifted to the remaining two who had yet to speak as to their appetite.

Jimin had an unreadable expression on his face as he contemplated you, his shirt riding up to expose his toned abdomen as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing the thick locks back off his forehead. A habit of his which you hadn’t taken long to notice.

Jeongguk regarded you with his head tilted. Unlike Jimin, you could read him like a book. His open, almost guileless eyes held a plea. He didn’t have to say it. He was the youngest, of course he was starving. He was always starving.

They didn’t say anything, leaving everything up to you.

“After we reach L.A we can…”, you trailed off, not knowing how to say it. The inexplicable pleasure their bites gave you was something you’d yet to foray into, but it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant experience. The opposite in fact. “Discuss it, I guess.”, you finished lamely, courage fizzling out at the last second.

You absolutely, could not let them know that maybe, probably, perhaps you wanted them to bite you too.

Laughter rang out from the behind the curtained doorway, the mocking tone of it clear as day. You scowled, turning back to your laptop. Great. He probably already knew. It wasn’t like you were subtle when you were with him.

The plane took to the air not long after, clouds encasing everything till the earth below was barely visible. You had sought your work to escape, though Hoseok managed to occasionally snag your attention with the effortless ease of his conversation.

Eventually he slipped away to join the others at the table, raucous laughter filling the small plane from their bickering and roughhousing. Being immortal creatures with untold strength, an ignorant human might expect the vampires to be sophisticated and mysterious, but these boys were as much a mix of puerile childishness (or in laymen’s terms ‘a bunch of idiots’) as one would expect of any young men in their twenties.

Of course, the polished but ‘normal’ surface they presented to the world, to their fans, to relate to was only skin deep. Scratch a little and you’ll find a horrifying reality few would be able to stomach. You wondered what someone else would do in your shoes. Some other girl, maybe one of their fans. Thank all the gods in existence for binding you to them so intrinsically or curse them for hurtling you into a grim world of cruelty you were ill-prepared for?

These questions plagued your mind as your fingers typed away on your computer. Somebody had pulled out UNO cards and you could hear the competitive Jeongguk loudly complaining about Hoseok’s shuffling as Yoongi dropped a draw four card on him just as he was about to win.

As you said, a bunch of ‘normal’ idiots. Not quite.

As you were examining your coding for errors, Seokjin came to sit down beside you. Unsurprisingly, like much of his personality, his cologne was the mild soothing kind instead of headache inducing intense.

You took a deep breath. “Not interested in card games?”

To your surprise, he pouted, long lashes fanning his downturned gaze adorably. He was wearing glasses, which suited his beautiful face criminally more than they ever did you.“No. They never let me win anyways.”

You found yourself smiling inspite of yourself. “You’re a sore loser then?”

“No.” He returned your grin. “I just think they’re disrespectful making me lose after everything I do for them.”

“Just say you’re bad at cards, hyung!”, Jimin shouted.

Both of you ignored him.

“They are disrespectful.”, you concurred.

“Thank you. But you’re sitting here by yourself, don’t you wanna join them?”

“No, I’m a sore loser too.” You tilted your head at your laptop. “Besides I have work to finish.”

Jin spared a fleeting glance at it, before furrowing his brows at you. “I know you were pretty much ordered to come with us, but this isn’t a work trip for you. You can put it off till you’re back. An impromptu vacation, maybe.”

Biting your lip, you considered his tempting words for all of two seconds. Cracking a knuckle on your other palm, you shook your head. “A lot of people doubt the integrity of my employment already. I have something to prove. This game could be big for me.”

Slowly, as if approaching a spooked deer, Jin extended his hands to yours. You watched as he took one of your hands in both of his, warm skin stroking your cold one. “The people you’re talking about, most of them are just jealous. They, along with anyone else who dares to look down on you, don’t deserve a spare thought in your mind. You have nothing to prove to anybody but yourself.”

His eyes showed nothing but sincerity and you found yourself leaning into his gravitational pull. He was a beacon of warmth and security. Akin to a down bed piled with soft blankets and feathery pillows after a long, tiring day.

“That’s easy to say but that’s not how real life works.”, you whispered.

Jin smiled, tugging your hand into his lap. “Real life works how I want it to work. If you want to be the most renowned software engineer in the country, then that’s what will happen. If I can’t fulfill your every wish then what kind of a mate am I?”

Your breath hitched. What he was saying was so morally skewed but it caused flutters in your chest nonetheless. Like a penguin offering a pebble to a mate he’d chosen for life. But no, there was no choice involved here.

“That’s—”, you cleared your throat, pulling back a little though he didn’t let you go far, tightening his grip on your hand. “That’s wrong, Jin.”

He shrugged. “I don’t care. Self indulgence often is. And seeing you happy because of me might be the greatest indulgence of all.”

You pursed your lips against a shy smile. That was the most romantic but fucked up thing anyone had ever said to you. He clearly didn’t have any reservations about nepotism. As long as he got what he wanted.

You wondered if no-moral-compass came complementary with the supernatural tag.

“You were typing for a long time. Do your fingers hurt?”, he asked softly, tugging your other hand into his lap too.

They didn’t, but you nodded anyway.

Biting his bottom lip in concentration, he got to work on your right hand. He touched you as if you were made of delicate china, tenderly massaging your palm with his long fingers. His hands were a work of art themselves, thin blue veins decorating his porcelain skin in the most beautiful patterns. As he caressed your wrist, you got lost in the repetitive motion of his hands, coming to when he moved to your fingers, stretching them not so gingerly.

“Ow.”

“Sorry, beautiful. You were cracking your knuckles, so I figured they needed a little tug.”, he murmured, not looking up from his ministrations.

“It’s a bad habit.” His intense focus made you wonder how much effort he was putting not to go overboard with his strength. He could crush your bones to dust in a matter of seconds no doubt.

Jin moved to your left hand, massaging it in the same manner till your hands positively tingled with static electricity.

“You’re so good at this.”, you complimented, sighing in contentment when he moved to your forearm.

Jin chuckled at the bliss on your face. “We don’t need it but massage feels good after a long practice anyway. We’re a slave to sensations as much as you humans. I’m used to doing this for the rest.”

“They should kiss your hands.”, you said thoughtlessly.

He stopped his movements for a second, continuing when you opened your eyes.

“Will you?”, he implored, smirking.

Maybe his massage had mellowed you out or maybe it was him, but you felt playful. You smiled coquettishly. “Do my shoulders and I will kiss your lips.”

Silence.

If this was a movie scene you would see tumbleweeds rolling out of nowhere. You almost regretted your words. But then...

Jin grabbed your upper arms and in one swift motion you were facing the other way, your back to him. His hands immediately attached themselves to your shoulders, rolling your muscles in a way that let slip an involuntary moan out of you two seconds in.

Jin tensed behind you at the sound.

“Fuck, pretty girl.”, you heard a groan from Hoseok. “Hyung’s massages are mediocre at best, you should have come to me if you wanted your shoulders rubbed.”

You suppressed a smile at his grumbling, Jin resuming his amazing, rhythmic motions.

Yoongi’s words were barely audible. “How is that fair? I’m not gonna massage no one, but I want kisses.”

That mercurial man, you swore he oscillated between a cynical, grumpy old man and mischievous cherub like a pendulum.

“It’s worth it, hyung.”, Jeongguk chimed. “I’m speaking from experience.”

Flushing at the reminder, you leaned back against the eldest, almost unconsciously. Skewed sense of morality aside, his presence was very comforting. You tuned the rest of them out when you felt Jin’s breath at the nape of your neck, making you shiver at the sensation.

He chuckled. “You’re so putty in my hands.”

You were. The dim lighting inside the cabin, the soft murmurs of the boys and Jin’s ministrations were working together to turn you into a sleepy puddle. Giving up against gravity, you let your back meet Jin’s chest, nestling into him without too much thought. You heard his breath hitch, but he accommodated you immediately, pulling you closer in by wrapping his arms around your waist till you were in his lap, your legs on the chair you previously occupied.

“Comfortable?”, he whispered in your ear.

“Mhm.”, you murmured, sighing when Jin put his arms around you, one hand reaching up to caress your tresses. “You make a great chair.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He adjusted your position, stirring you a little away from sitting directly on his crotch and you blushed when you realised why, not commenting on it.

Letting yourself relax, you switched off your overworked brain for a while. For the last few weeks you had been constantly on your toes either stressing about your new job or coming to terms with being ‘fated’ to seven men. Maybe you would take up Jin’s suggestion and treat this trip as a vacation, when else were you going to get a luxury, all expenses paid week off?

As Jin placed a soft kiss on your head, you paused in your thought. If things continued as they were, this could be your new reality. Weeklong journeys to other continents just because the boys wanted you with them. The thought made you scowl. Was it really a vacation when you were shackled to them by the contract you had signed and promotions you had accepted?

“You know.”, Jin’s silky voice brought you out of your spiral down regret. “There’s a queen-sized bed in the back. If you want, you can nap till we land. Stretch out your limbs.”

You perked up, a bed sounded amazing. “Yes please.”

Jin brushed your hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to carry you?”

That made you jerk upright. “Ugh, no. I’m not a baby.”

“Tragic.”, he teased, making you wrinkle your nose at him. Before he let you go, he warned, “I want that kiss later. Don’t think I forgot.”

Flustered, you sprung up with a one-track mind and a tunnel vision aiming for the bed, noticing the other members either reading or on their phone, airpods in their ears. You could faintly hear music blasting from Yoongi’s. Must be nice having undamageable eardrums.

Beyond the entryway, the back of the plane was a decent-sized room which had windowsill seating on one side and a bed on the other. A bed which was occupied by the last person you wanted to face.

Taehyung lounged on the centre of the plush bed, reclining against propped up pillows. He paid you no mind, swiping through the ipad in his hand as if he hadn’t heard you come in.

Of course. You were invisible to him after all.

Rolling your eyes at his petulance, you changed course to the small door with the universal toilet sign illuminated above. You really needed to pee, not giving a single fuck about the rest of them being able to hear you while you did so. For some reason your usual shyness and jitters around hot boys had been obliterated ever since you had come in contact with them. You didn’t understand why, but suspected it was because of their assertiveness and power over you that made you throw caution to the wind so often lately, maybe your unconscious attempt at getting back some control over your life. Before them, you’d never have the nerve to use a guy as handsome as Jin as your personal masseuse and cushion. If they wanted your company, they would get that and everything that came along with it.

When you were done, you emerged to find the bed empty. Seeing your chance, you plopped face down on it, crawling lethargically towards the pillowcase as you shirked your hoodie. If he wanted to play hide and seek, he was more than welcome to ignore you and stay up-front while you slept the flight away.

Pulling the covers over yourself, you nuzzled the soft sheets, settling in for a good shut-eye, a luxury you had never before experienced on a plane ride.

But when do things ever turn out in your favour?

Just when your eyes were starting to droop Taehyung’s snide tone jerked you awake.

“Stowaways stay in the front.”

You sprung up like a spooked cat, gaze blurry. “Huh?”

There he stood, arms crossed and a blank expression on, looking like Adonis in a plain blue set of pyjamas. Unfairly stunning.

“You’re in my bed.”

Deliberately taking your time, you rubbed your eyes, yawning. You pondered your surroundings for a moment, enjoying the clenching of his jaw the longer you sat their playing dumb. “I don’t see your name on it.”

He was silent for a few moments regarding you with poorly concealed vexation. Then he uncrossed his arms, stepping towards the bed with eyes locked on you.

You gulped. Had you piqued the tiger already?

Thankfully he stopped a good distance away, bringing his hand up to the headboard. Your confused frown turned into horrified amazement at the light sound of scratching, your eyes going cartoonishly wide.

The nails atop his long, slender fingers had extended out, looking freakishly similar to claws. And even more bizarrely, they cut through the hardwood like it was nothing more than room temperature butter.

When his hand dropped, the letter V was etched onto the headboard, mockingly asking you ‘how about now?’.

“Did you just vandalise the plane?”, you blurted, shocked.

He sneered. “Are you gonna snitch to BangPD like the trusty little employee you are?”

You could tell a patronising jab when you heard one.

“Atleast I’m not a coward who can’t even face the person they accosted. But then again I would feel ashamed too.”

Taehyung scoffed, not entertaining your accusations for a second. “Accosted? I remember you begging me to make you cum. You fell apart on my fingers very willingly, Y/n. And I wasn’t ignoring you, not purposefully, you’re not that relevant.”

Actions and consequences. If you slapped him right now, what would happen? You were temptingly close to finding out.

“I seemed very relevant when you were dying for a drop of my blood, asshole.”

A smirk appeared on his face at the word ‘asshole’. He shrugged. “A necessary evil. Now get out of my bed.”

At his curt order, you sat up properly, the covers falling away from your form. Reclining back on your palms, you raised your brows at him. “Or what?”

Taehyung leisurely perused your sprawled figure, not hiding the fact that his gaze lingered on your chest. The tank top you wore under your hoodie was low cut, a hint of your cleavage visible. When you had put it on this morning, you didn’t think you’d take off your hoodie. Airplanes usually left you shivering with ten blankets piled on top of you.

Your hands itched to pull the fabric up, but that would be a sign of weakness. Instead you let him check you out, raising a mocking brow when his eyes met yours again. “You don’t seem eager to get me out of it.”

Taehyung ran his tongue inside his cheek, leering at you. “Now that I think about it…”

He loomed closer, planting a knee on the space beside you.

At first you thought he might get on top of you, but he merely climbed on, brushing past you to take up the other side. He perched himself like he had before, pointedly looking at you as he stole the two pillows you were going to hug yourself to sleep, propping them behind his back.

He promptly went back to scrolling on his ipad.

You huffed, slamming yourself down and pulling the covers over you. “If you try any creepy shit, I swear to God…”

He laughed, a loud yet pleasant sound. “Swear to all the Gods you want Y/n, they’re useless.”

You scowled at him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Shaking his head, he smiled down at the lit-up screen, as if you were the funniest thing he’d ever seen. A circus clown. “Don’t fret over it, sweetheart. Thank your Gods that I’m a generous vampire willing to share his stuff, and go to sleep.”

Pissed off, you ignored the infuriating man, prioritising the rare experience of sleeping on a bed in a plane instead.

“Keep to your side.”, you threw out one last warning before pulling the covers over your head, effectively shutting him away.

The jet reached LAX at 9:30 pm. Jeongguk had come to wake you up half an hour before the landing. Taehyung wasn’t in the bed with you when you woke up but you found a pillow tucked by the side of you where the bed ended, as if to keep you from falling off. You couldn’t decipher your emotions to make out how you felt about that.

By the time you made yourself presentable again, making full use of the full size mirror in the room, the plane was taxiing on the tarmac. You heard the flight attendant tell the boys about the situation outside, something about a sizeable crowd being present. You joined them as they were telling him they’ll forego the VIP exit for the general one chock full of fans.

Curiosity made you ask, “Why not VIP? This one could be dangerous for you guys.”

Namjoon gave you a funny look, which the rest seemed to mirror. “Nothing’s dangerous for us Y/n.”

And they left it at that, likely not saying much because of the cabin crew present but you got the message nonetheless.

Us macho vampires are the danger, not the other way around.

Internally, you scoffed. Did they have to be so full of themselves all the time?

“You’ll use the VIP one. We can’t be seen together, hence the separate exits.”, Yoongi informed.

“Fine.”, you quipped, VIP meant you’d get a much needed shower sooner.

“We’ll leave first. One of our managers will escort you out fifteen minutes after we reach our cars.”, continued Yoongi. “Extra precautions just in case.”

Scowling, you pivoted around to head back to the bed, dreams of a shower delayed.

~•~•~

When you reached the hotel, the personal staff assigned to you informed you that the boys still hadn’t reached. Some official schedule that you frankly tuned out because you couldn’t care less. Jet lag was making itself felt and you wanted that shower yesterday.

“Your bags are in your suite already.”, the same bodyguard who had accompanied you to the plane informed you.

Suite.

No rooming with other staff then. You weren’t surprised, which made you annoyed. You didn’t want to start expecting this kind of treatment, it was way above your pay grade.

“Lead the way.”

As soon as you reached the rooms, you barely gave a second glance to the opulence surrounding you, instead making a beeline towards the bathroom. You thanked the staff on the way, kicking off your sandals to feel the plush carpet under your feet. A trail of discarded clothes followed you.

The bathroom was big. Bigger than your bedroom back home. A mix of french country and rustic, the interior looked straight out of a Good Homes magazine. The small chandelier above the granite bathtub made the centre piece, calling out to you like a siren. Letting yourself succumb to the pull of a nice bubble bath, you turned on the faucet, examining the rustic wooden countertop for your choice of fragrance from the smorgasbord on offer. Selecting cherry blossom, you poured almost half the small bottle in the rising water.

At last, when the water was almost ready to spill over, you turned it off, shirking your bra and panties. A satisfied moan left you as you submerged yourself in the hot water, closing your eyes as you let yourself sit back and loosen up.

Not keeping track of time, your thoughts didn’t even drift to the boys coming back, so the soft knock on the bathroom door startled you, water splashing over the tub at your movement.

“Yeah.”, you called out, wiping droplets off your face.

“Pretty girl?” Hoseok opened the door a crack, respectfully staying outside and not peering in yet. “Can I come in?”

Swallowing, you sat up in the tub, biting your lip. Maybe it was the warm water which had you feeling imprudent, maybe you’d become uncharacteristically impulsive, but you found yourself answering, “Okay.”

The door opened and the dancer ambled inside, pushing it closed behind him. His gait was languid, but his gaze on you was anything but. Although your bare shoulders were the only thing visible above the cloudy, bubbly water, he drank the sight up greedily.

Licking his bottom lip, he approached you. “Do you want some help?”

You watched him closely, nodding. “Can you wash my hair?”

His face lit up, instantly killing any regrets that could even take root within you. “Please.”

Again, you reclined back as he circled behind you. You heard him rummage through the toiletries on display. “Cherry blossoms?”

You hummed in affirmation.

“You have amazing taste.”

The denim of his jeans rustled as he kneeled beside the tub. Your lips parted in anticipation when he collected your hair together.

What was it about this trip that was making them take care of you so tenderly? In one way or another all of them could be capricious when they felt like it, but then they switched gears and made you a skittery mess with just one word or touch.

“What will I do while you’re all out doing your thing this week?”, you questioned to distract yourself from the tingles running down to your core at his touch.

He ran the hand shover over your hair, careful not to get any water in your eyes. “Anything you want. Some of the staff will be at your disposal if you want to see the city, just let Gian know about it first.”

“Who’s Gian?”

“Your personal bodyguard, the one who dropped you off at the plane.”

You sighed, tilting your head for Hoseok’s convenience. “Why do I need him? I can go sightseeing on my own. Nobody knows me”

“We know you can.”, Hoseok agreed, gently massaging your scalp with the cherry blossom scented shampoo. “But the fact of the matter is, there are other creatures like us out there. And we’re not the most loved among our kind.”

“Huh?” You were thoroughly confused. “Not the most loved. What does that mean?”

Hoseok took a deep breath, as if divulging something against his will, but his hands never stilled. “With our popularity, there’s a very high risk of our secret getting out. Although unbelievable, any slip up on our part could dearly cost the supernatural world. It’s an unspoken rule that we can never arbitrarily reveal our identity to humanity, ever.”

Though you knew the answer, you still asked. “Why?”

“Vampire hunters are real, Y/n. Many of them are human. Sceptics will jump on any chance to prove our existence and try to exterminate us. Supernaturals don’t like the amount of exposure we have because of this.”

Hoseok guffawed, laughing at some inside joke. You heard the clink of bottles as he reached for the conditioner. “Though it could be argued that we don’t like anyone apart from our own selves. We’re notoriously self absorbed creatures.”

Before you could think about them, the words were out of your mouth. “Are mates an exception?”

Hoseok stilled behind you. Then you felt his breath at your ear, not even hearing him move.

“Yes, we like you very much, pretty girl.” Softly, he pecked the skin below your ear.

You pouted. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

He chuckled, cascading the water over your head one last time. “I’m sorry we’re so difficult. I can’t imagine how you must feel having to manage seven men all pining for you.”

He turned the water off. “All done.”

“Okay.” You didn’t know what else to say to his words.

He didn’t get up, instead leaning one elbow on the edge to peer down at you. You met his eyes, upside down.

“We wanted to ask you something, pretty girl.”

“Shoot.”

“Would you like to accompany us to the award show? As our plus one.”

He was completely serious but you burst out laughing anyway.

“One plus to seven people? And what happened to precautions so nobody finds out about me?”

Smiling down at your laughing face he leaned closer ever so slowly. “You can come with us as part of the staff. Or we’ll get you VIP passes. We just want you there, this award is big for us.”

Pursing your lips, you booped his cute, upside down nose. “And who exactly is we?”

He grinned wide, not replying.

You huffed. “I haven’t brought anything suitable to wear if I go as a guest.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about trivial shit like that. Leave it up to me.”

Gazing into his eyes, you blurted your honest answer without thinking too much about it. He had a way of making everything feel easy yet exciting.

“Fine. Okay.”

The next moment, his mouth was on yours, his bottom lip covering your top one and vice versa. The kiss was upturned and sloppy, evoking a recollection of Peter Parker kissing Mary Jane in an alleyway.

Hoseok’s tongue met yours eagerly and you tasted each other as if starved. Carding your fingers through his hair, you pulled him closer. His hands clutched your shoulders, keeping you in place for his thorough exploration of your mouth, making you moan at the delightful intrusion.

After a minute or an hour, you couldn’t tell, he pulled back, a wet sound accompanying the parting of your lips. He looked absolutely devastating with his mouth swollen and hair mussed from your hands, eyes half-lidded as he gazed at you with such barely veiled passion that you shivered.

He blinked at the goosebumps on your arms, forcefully pulling himself out of the lustful haze. “You must be cold, baby, the water’s cooling down.”

You almost reached for him when he got up, wanting to pull him back into another toe-curling kiss. But he was already making his way out the door.

“There are heated towels on the rack, pretty girl. Dry yourself up, I don’t want you getting sick.”, he ordered, smirking back at you one last time before he left you alone.

Grumbling under your breath, you did as bidden, wrapping your torso in one huge towel after wiping yourself down.

After taking out the plug from the tub, you stood in front of the mirror, hand combing your wet hair.

You were about to wrap your hair in another fluffy towel, when a movement in the mirror reflection made you go still.

It took a minute to register what you were staring at. The otherwise clear mirror was foggy at the edges due to the steam from your bath, but the hazy form developing itself behind you in the mirror could not be fog.

It was moving.

Then the mirror rippled. Like it was a silk sheet, not solid fucking glass.

The murky form was looking eerily close to a human figure the longer you stood there absolutely petrified and bewildered.

It spoke.

“Y/n!”

It’s hand, if it could be called that, reached out towards you and you were unsure if it was coming from behind you or from inside the mirror. You couldn’t move, all control over your muscles had been snipped, even though some part of your rational mind screamed at you to run, to call for your boys.

They would protect you.

“Come with me, y/n! They do not deserve you.”

You moved closer, entranced. But did you really need protecting?

The alluring voice beckoned you forward, and you complied, reaching your hand out to touch the wispy, skeletal one approaching yours. As soon as you were close enough, it lunged to grip you in its trap.

A piercing, excruciating pain flared up in your arm at the first contact with the apparition. The clawed creature was literally burning your skin away, smoke rising from where it clutched your forearm like a vice.

You bellowed out for your mates.

A/n: Please let me know what you thought, feedback keeps me writing.

#bts smut #bts fic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #ot7 x reader #bts angst #vampire bts #bts #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #Jung HoSeok #park jimin #min yoongi #lifeline #part 6 #bts x you

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bangtanbetchfics · 4 years ago

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Still With You (m) | jungkook oneshot

rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader word count: 2.7k suggested listening: still with you - jk | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, brief pandemic mention summary: jungkook feels like his world is collapsing underneath him in the midst of a pandemic, but despite everything, you’re able to provide him with an everlasting piece of comfort. notes: oh my god! the double whammy of bangbangcon: the live & still with you had me MEGA in my feels, and this is the result. a warm, sappy (and smutty) love letter back to jeon jungkook. hope you enjoy it as much as i pined while writing it. :’) 2!3! to better days, everyone. we’ll see them soon enough. :) navigation: masterlist

Jungkook sits at a high table facing the street inside of a small, hole-in-the-wall café.

The place is dimly lit and cozy, small string lights adorning the walls.

The brim of his oversized bucket hat is low over his eyes as he watches people stroll by.

The soft rap of raindrops at the window comforts him, as does his usual drink: a warm caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso.

Jungkook gives the drink a forlorn look as he ponders his life as an idol. He sighs, his nerves humming through his body in anticipatory waves.

He can’t tell if it’s his anxiety or the coffee, but his heart starts to kick in his chest — and he tries to breathe deeper through his nostrils to calm his thoughts.

One of the thoughts: he absolutely understood being an idol had its perks — but he also deeply and painfully processed that privacy would never be on the list.

His entire lifestyle is just that: an intense push and pull between being an idol and just being Jeon Jungkook.

The conditions and restrictions from the onset of the pandemic in Seoul made him intensely crave the sensation he would get from being in a stadium — fifty thousand cheering his name.

At the same time, the pandemic granted him a small glimpse of normalcy: sitting in a coffee shop alone on a rainy evening.

Jungkook wasn’t really sure which slice of life he preferred at the moment, but he wasn’t going to mull over it any longer.

Not right now, at least.

Jungkook squeezes his coffee cup further to warm his fingers through his gloves — hoping and praying that no one discovered him in a rare moment to himself.

He presses the wilted edge of the paper cup to his lips, another sip of warm liquid slipping down his throat.

After a moment, he starts to softly sing Still With You, closing his eyes and losing himself in the melody.

A bell chimes on the door, and it snaps Jungkook from the song.

“That song’s so lovely,” You comment as you sit next to Jungkook, setting your purse on the table. You shuffle your fingers inside of the mess within, attempting to locate your credit card.

“Oh, is it?” Jungkook responds, trying to deepen the tone of his voice as his fingers tighten around his cup.

“Are you an ARMY?” You tilt your head to look at him, his hat still low and his form still facing forward as you hop down from your stool.

“M-me? N-No, not really,” His voice comes out in a stutter. He looks at the lower half of your body — it’s all he can see with his hat so low — and watches as you clutch your card.

“Not really? You’re either not a fan, or in this Bangtan Sonyeondan shit for life,” You chuckle out and Jungkook’s lips lift into a small smile.

“There’s really no inbetween.” You state, pretty matter-of-factly.

“Anyway, I’ll be right back...can you watch my stuff?” You ask, patting down your purse.

Jungkook nods quietly, a soft smile lifting his lips and a small chuckle floating out.

✹✹✹

You return, setting down your coffee cup and sliding back onto your stool.

“Who’s your bias?” You ask, softly staring out of the window.

Jungkook watches you lean your head in your hand before you take a sip of your drink.

“Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook responds swiftly, and he can feel a heat lighting up his cheeks.

Oh, Namjoon.

Namjoon’s no big deal at all to Jungkook.

Only the real reason why he’s famous. His number one role model. Really, his first true love.

Nope, nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

“Why is that?” You ask, giggling into the rim of your cup.

“I’ve looked up to him ever since-” Wait. Jungkook forgets who he’s speaking to for a second. “I mean, Joon’s great. The guy’s a great role model.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook finds his interest in the conversation lifting, and he drums up the courage to drum up a question to spur the conversation on.

He’d never gotten a real chance to talk to an ARMY about his own love for BTS, and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by.

“W-Who’s yours?” Jungkook asks, lifting his eyebrow under his hat.

“Me?” You ask, turning your head quickly to set eyes on him. You notice the lovely curve of his nose under his hat and his soft pink pout as he talks.

You take a second to smile to yourself before you answer.

“Ah, Jungkook. He’s so lovely.” You respond dreamily, moving to fix your gaze outside the window.

You sigh as you hum a section of Still With You to yourself to cement your sentiment:

The moon looks lonely

Like it's crying in the bright night sky

Even though I always know the morning will come

I want to stay in your sky like a star

“What’s so great about that guy anyway?” Jungkook interrupts to ask, finding himself irritated by your response.

Jungkook couldn’t stand people playing him compliments.

He couldn’t really explain why, but he just did.

Maybe it’s because he just couldn’t stand living up to the perfect picture people liked to paint of him.

The pressure that came with that.

The smile that once lifted his lips falls, and the thoughts that eat endlessly at his mind come flooding back — one of the all encompassing things being: how could anyone love someone painted so imperfectly?

In his own perception, he was a troublemaker, definitely not good enough, terribly not smart enough, and there was definitely nothing “golden” about him.

He just didn’t get it.

Jungkook watches you lean your head in your hand before you take another sip of your drink.

“Oh...I don’t know. Almost everything?” You sigh out your response. “I mean the lines I just sang? Pure poetry. I can feel the longing in his voice. Right here,” Your hand comes up to your heart, and it almost makes you teary.

“I think he underestimates his contributions to the team. His strength. His perseverance. And most of all, his pure heart.”

Jungkook’s brows come together to think: he’d never really heard this sentiment from anyone, one-on-one.

I mean, he’d heard it from his close friends and bandmates — but that was just as good as hearing praises from your parents.

Those didn’t count.

Nor did the sentiments that would come directly from fans. With those, he could never know if they were praising the idol — Jeon Jung Kook — or the normal, everyday Jeon Jungkook.

“I really want to see them all again...” You trail off, your voice in a whisper.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes on the table, shaking you from your thoughts.

Jungkook feels your words sucker punch him right in the heart, and he immediately feels bad for beating himself down.

“But anyway, you probably think I’m some crazy fangirl,” You chuckle to yourself as you wipe a tear blooming at the edge of your eye.

“I have to get going. Long day at work tomorrow.” You throw your cup out and toss your phone into your bag.

“I’ll be going...nice meeting you,” A melancholic tone encases your voice as you open the door to leave, and Jungkook grasps your wrist.

The chime of the bell above rings through both of your ears.

“It’s late. Let me walk you home?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t burden you with that-” Your voice trembles, and you look up to his nose and lips, still the only features you can see underneath his hat.

“I want to,” Jungkook insists, unwrapping his umbrella.

✹✹✹

“You said you had to use the restroom, right?”

You ask Jungkook, flicking the hall light on in your apartment.

Your finger floats in the direction of the bathroom as you use the dimmer to bring the intensity of the lighting down.

✹✹✹

Jungkook takes his hat off in the bathroom and looks at himself. He pats underneath his eyes: rendered dark from the sleepless nights when he wondered if he’d ever perform in front of a crowd again. His skin: a few small blemishes like any other normal twenty-two year old. He turns his head to analyze the side of his cheek: a scar embedded deep within it.

He wonders if anyone could truly love him this way: raw and imperfect.

I mean, you couldn’t even tell it was him underneath his hat.

What kind of idol went unrecognized in public?

There it is — that confirmed it.

That’s how lame Jeon Jungkook is. He couldn’t even be recognized out and about.

Jungkook settles with nestling his hat back on his head, his lips pursing together in disappointment at himself.

Again.

✹✹✹

Jungkook returns, sliding his shoes back on and watching as you open the front door.

You lean your head on the door frame, looking up at him.

“Well. It’s always nice meeting a fellow ARMY. Have a great night.”

You bite your lip, hoping for something more. It was always rare to see an ARMY out in the wild, and your connection with the one standing in front of you just happened to be strong.

It's like you knew each other, somehow connected by a string of fate.

Jungkook looks down at you and he clenches his jaw.

You tilt your head at him, confused, as he takes a second too long to respond.

“Are you alri-”

Something new, something uninhibited overtakes Jungkook’s thoughts — and you find yourself flush against the wall as Jungkook captures your lips in his — cradling the back of your head with his fingers.

Jungkook slides the dimmer completely down until the room is enveloped in a pitch black hue.

He loses all inhibition as he removes his hat, throwing it to the side. Your fingers slide into the soft tufts of his hair and trace down to his ears.

You pull his coat from his shoulders and he drops it to the floor — moving to tug your shirt over your head.

The fervent desire in his stomach grows as you slip your hands underneath his shirt, gasping in his mouth at your contact with the firm muscles underneath.

You feel his abdomen clench at your touch and he pulls you closer to pepper kisses down the column of your throat.

His body feels so familiar to you: his lips, his abdomen, his powdery scent — but you’re too lost in pleasure to dissect why.

Surely, you never took it upon yourself to hook up with a man you met thirty minutes ago in a coffee shop, but right now the only thing your mind could process was Jungkook’s soft lips on your skin.

Jungkook’s wet lips slide up your cheeks and into your hair, his moans vibrating through your hair as he inhales you.

You hum in response as your clit starts to pulse with a poignant heat — your hand moving to slide underneath his sweatpants. He does the same, the full length of his palm cupping your core.

He moans when his tongue slips underneath yours, and the two of you moan in unison as the warmth of your tongues envelops both of your bodies.

You whine as he pulls his lips from yours, his fingers caressing the slick, warm cream dripping onto his fingers.

Your fingers tug at his cock, and you feel it grow harder as your hand glides back and forth. He presses his lips to yours again and you grind into his hand, the pleasure making you jerk him faster. His cock starts to pulse out precum as you pull his sweats down fully — the motions of your hand coating his cock with the slick liquid.

“I need you,” He whispers into your ear, and you moan in approval.

Jungkook moves to lift you up against the wall and your arms lock around his neck. You kiss him once more before you nestle your lips against his neck.

Your toes start to grow cold as the front door is still slightly ajar, and you prod him in the back with your foot.

Jungkook moves to press you against the front door as it shuts. He inserts his length inside of you and you squeal at the sudden stretch and pressure of his size — your fingers gripping the soft flannel of his shirt.

“Ah, that feels good,” You breathe out, the heat of your lips making his neck wet as you moan into his neck.

You can’t help but squeal at every delicious thrust, and you can already feel Jungkook start to throb inside of you.

“Harder?” He moans into your ear as you hear the sound of your mixing arousal below you. You grip the skin of his neck with your teeth in response, licking the blooming bruise.

You grip his shirt tighter and he pumps into you harder, your body jumping with each thrust.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna cum, I, ah-” You plead, but Jungkook’s thrusts grow deeper, harder.

You throw your head back, a passion and a pressure enveloping you like you never felt before.

Your world erupts in a burst of bright light, and you shudder in Jungkook’s arms as waves of pleasure flow through you.

The two of you are left breathless, breathing into the depths of each other’s ears.

✹✹✹

Your eyes lift open as the sunlight reaches you through the shades.

Your head is heavy on Jungkook’s chest as you slide your hand down his abdomen, your fingers circling the firm muscles on his stomach.

You kiss his neck before you draw your index finger down the length of his arm, starting to trace a tattoo there.

You do so mindlessly for a second, before you notice it says:

Better Dead Than Cool. Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

You raise your head and turn his arm: a tiger lily, three stripes from the Korean flag — consciousness suddenly hitting you.

Wait.

You sit up, your heart racing through its pulses.

Jungkook stirs, his eyes lifting open to meet yours.

“Jungkook? The Jeon Jungkook? From BTS?” You ask, your voice growing with each realization — your voice frantic from your nerves.

You pull the covers over your body as you look him over: his lips, his eyes, his nose, his hair — no wonder he felt so familiar to you.

It almost felt like you knew him from all of the interactions and love he always provided his fandom.

“Uh, you kinda forgot to tell me that...my bias is in my bed right now?” You look at him in awe and he chuckles in response.

You continue to take him in, and his eyes lower in embarrassment.

“Disappointed yet?” His forlorn eyes meet yours again, and you bend down to cup his cheeks.

“No. You’re so-” You press your lips to his, inhaling with the contact. “Beautiful,” You moan softly, sucking his top lip. “In the morning.”

“Don’t say that,” Jungkook attempts to resist the compliment, and you pull away to run your hand over his jawline.

“I told you. You’re perfect,” Your lips linger over his, and you smirk as you watch him light up.

A certain warmth and pride fills his stomach with joy, and he manages to smile up at you.

“Just the way you are,” Your lips encase his into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, and you wrap up by tugging at his bottom lip for a moment before letting go.

Jungkook gasps into your mouth, his cock growing harder.

“Please, don’t ever forget it.” You’re breathless before you press a warm kiss into his cheek, making it a point to kiss him directly on his scar.

Your eyes take a moment to rove over his face in admiration again before you let out a giggle.

The Jungkook below you is glimmering with euphoria.

He’s...happy.

✹✹✹

Suddenly, Jungkook jolts from his sleep, the Overwatch theme playing from his phone.

“Fuck,” He shuts the alarm off, and he sighs as he reaches down to his cock.

Fuck.

Morning wood.

Jungkook sighs in frustration before he sits up and turns his head, his hand searching for you in the bed.

After a moment, the realization hits him.

“It was just a dream…” He mumbles to himself, his fingers caressing his lips. “It all felt so real.”

Jungkook picks up his phone again to stare at his wallpaper: a sea of purple ARMY bombs.

He chuckles as he realizes all of his thoughts and worries were squashed by ARMY yet again.

Jungkook wraps himself in the covers as he hums Still With You and drifts back off to sleep — a smile curling up on his lips.

Jungkook knew in that moment he’d see ARMY again — someday.

He had to.

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krreader · 5 years ago

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call me maybe.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x foreign student!reader fandom: bts warnings: language genre: fluff word count: 1.6k+

summary: these things didn’t happen in real life. there was just no way. you wouldn’t let yourself think otherwise.. not even if Jeongguk tried his hardest to convince you that this wasn’t some sort of joke.

a/n: so, because I felt a little weird doing this with a high school student, you’re a college student in this story who does a semester abroad. just to make that clear lol. also, why do I feel like I might make a part 2 for this :’)

You still didn't know how your friend managed to get you into this fan meeting, but now that you were here and staring at the faces of the seven boys that you used to admire from afar, you couldn't care less anymore.

To be in the same room as them was definitely a once in a lifetime experience.

To talk to them, probably even more.

You felt a little odd, because the people in this room all seemed like they were such die-hard fans and you, despite really liking them and their music, couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t deserve to be here..

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” your friend who stood in front of you started bouncing up and down, “They are right there you guys! Right there in front of us!” this is exactly what you meant. Die-hard fans.

“Can you please calm down? We don't want to look like total fangirls. The calmer we are, the better,” another one said and tried to smooth out her hair.

You were a group of four, you were the last one, had decided to watch your friends go first and boy, was that a good decision.

It was so nice to watch them interact with their favorites, it was so.. fulfilling somehow? To see them so utterly happy and while it was also a little cringy at times, you still smiled throughout the whole thing.

In fact, you were so busy watching them that you completely forgot you were waiting in line as well until one of the managers kindly asked you to step forward.

With a quick apology you walked up to the first member.

Your Korean wasn't perfect yet, but it was enough to hold a conversation and it didn't matter who you were talking to, Jin, Tae, Yoongi.. they all understood and encouraged you to at least try. They didn’t laugh when you made a mistake and you were sure that you weren’t always using formal Korean correctly, but they didn’t mind at all, they were just very kind.

You thought you'd be nervous once standing right in front of them, but all of them had a talent of making you understand that you had no reason to be. When they realised your nerves were getting the better of you, they reached out to touch your hand, always kept eye contact with you and never once made you feel like you being here annoyed them.

It was going incredibly well.. until you were standing in front of Jeongguk.

“Hi,” you smiled a little. The beginning was always the most nerve-wrecking.

However, unlike with the others who immediately said hello back and started up a conversation with you, Jeongguk just stared at you, then gulped down hard and shook his head a little.

Did you.. do something wrong?

“Hey,” he cleared his voice after it came out a little shaky, “Your name is.. (Y/N)?”

“Yeah..”

“Where are you from?” it was hard for him to keep eye contact, he quickly started to sign your album and seemed to take his time with it, unlike the other members.

“(Y/H/C). I'm doing one semester here.. maybe two if I really like it.”

“A.. year then, huh?” finally he looked up at you, staring directly into your eyes again. And it seemed like he let out a breath he had been holding.

Was he okay?

“Yeah, I arrived about three weeks ago, so this is a nice start,” you tried to break the ice, “I loved your recent comeback, seriously. You did so great.”

“Ah.. thank you,” finally, he started smiling, “Which school are you going to then? If.. that's not a secret,” Jeongguk chuckled.

“Not at all,” you smiled, “It's Hanyang university.”

“Oh, wow.. you’re a smart one, aren’t you?”

“Wasn't easy to get in, but I'm glad I managed,” you grinned from ear to ear.

Jeongguk was going to say something else, especially now that you two seemed to have a topic to talk about and he was just beginning to really smile and laugh, but Namjoon was already waiting with a smile and the manager were impatient.

So instead he said, “Well then.. see you around, (Y/N).”

You didn't think much of it that day. You were sure that he said that to everyone. Why wouldn't he? This is like their go-to line to make their fans feel good and like they were special, you weren't naive to think you actually were.

But.. well..-

one week later

“(Y/N), wait up!” your friend caught you just before you left the main building, “Are you going to the library?”

“A little later, I need to run home real quick to get something first.”

“Alright, I'll be waiting for you there, then. I'll text you where I'm sitting.”

“Sounds good,” with a smile you left, your book pressed against your chest as you made your way down the stairs and towards the exit of the campus.

But you didn't get very far.

You weren't exactly day dreaming, but you still weren’t prepared when someone suddenly appeared in front of you, making your book fall to the ground.

“Sorry, I didn't see you,” you didn't even look up, you just crouched down to pick up your things and were going to continue walking.

But he also crouched down to help you.

And even though he wore a hat, you could clearly see who it was.

“Oh.. my god?” your eyes widened.

“Please don't freak out, I know this is probably super creepy and weird, but I just had to try..-”

“Try.. what?!” for fuck's sake, this was Jeon Jeongguk and you were just casually meeting him here? “What are you doing here?!”

“Listen, I don't usually do this.. not even with girls that work with me, so I know this is a risk, but I can't stop thinking about you and I think I'm going mad.”

You stared at him with an open mouth, then started to look around, making Jeongguk furrow his eyebrows, “Okay, where's the camera? This is really funny, ha ha, stupid (Y/N), let’s pull a prank on her and post it on YouTube so everyone will see how stupid she is.”

“This.. isn't a joke,” he got back up when you did, “The reason I was so weird at the fan sign was because I.. liked you. And I know that's weird to say when I don't even know you, but I'd like to.”

The more he said, the lower your jaw dropped.

Was he actually serious? Did he really think you were that daft?

“Listen, I don't live in a Cinderella fantasy and I'm not twelve years old anymore. I'm not stupid enough to know that whatever this is, it's not real. Pull that prank on your delusional fans, but I’m not one of them.”

“But that's exactly why I'm here,” Jeongguk gently pulled you along with him, to a spot that was a little less busy, “Usually the people that come to our fan sign are die hard fans. I know that the moment I'd give them my number, screenshots of it would be on social media. I know that the moment I’d compliment them, they’ll twist my words in their heads and make them think I now want to marry them.”

“You don’t know me. You have no idea whether or not I'd do that too,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Would you?”

You were taken aback, then shook your head, “Of course not.”

“Then I'm right about you. You went there by coincidence, didn't you? You probably got a ticket from a friend? And you like BTS, but you're not obsessed with us? You like our music, but you know that we're just people like the rest?”

Why was it feeling like he was calling you out?

“So what?”

“So go out with me.”

This was the weirdest situation you’ve ever been in. Seriously.

First and foremost, you were still convinced that this was some sort of joke, that the moment you'd say yes, he'd be like: 'Surprise, you got pranked, I'd never go out with you, bye'. But at the same time, you were curious..

“How did you even find me?”

“You told me you studied here.. I just waited and hoped you’d leave through the front exit.”

“How long did you wait?”

Jeongguk shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “A.. while.”

“And.. why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you.. I think I like you. I can't stop thinking about your smile, I can’t stop thinking about your life or your perfume and I know that all sounds so weird. I don't take a lot of chances in my life and I regret it every time I don't. But I want to stop doing that. I want to take a leap of faith this time.”

So, so, so stupid, (Y/N). Don't fall for it. This isn't real. There is no way this is real. It doesn't matter that he's looking at you like this, this is most definitely a prank, it’s way too cheesy to be real.

You just opened your mouth when you could hear a friend from afar yell: “Yah! (Y/N)! You said you were going home, what are you doing?! Are you skipping our tutoring session today?”

Jeongguk instantly started to panic, grabbed the pen and notebook out of your hand and scribbled something inside it, then pushed it back into your hands, “Please don't let me be wrong about you..”

And with that he ran off.

“Who was that?” your friend asked as soon as she was right next to you, both of you staring after the guy.

“A very strange man.”

“Ugh, I hate those,” she rolled her eyes and hooked her arm with yours, “Anyways, let's get lunch.”

You had been staring at his number for days now, over and over again.

You had ripped it out of your book once and thrown it into the trash can, only to pull it back out five minutes later.

You couldn't do it.

Something inside of you told you not to throw it away.

Maybe it was foolish hope? Most definitely.

You had expected a clip of your encounter with him to be online by now, titled with: ‘Jeon Jeongguk tries to get date with fan’ but there was nothing of the sort.

You kept checking, every single day, but there was absolutely nothing.

You sighed deeply and fell back onto your bed, the piece of paper in one hand, your phone in the other.

“Fuck this. What did the kids used to say? You only live once. Might as well make a fool out of myself.”

And so you dialed the number, with each peep your heart sped up, full on thinking that you'd end up with an old lady on the other end yelling at you why you were calling her in the middle of the night and that she had to get up early the next day to watch the newest home shopping episode.

But no old lady answered.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Uh.. hi. This is.. (Y/N)?”

Then it was quiet.

For a long time.

You almost would have ended the call if it weren't for that soft voice, so full of disbelief, yet happiness: “You actually called..”

Oh, fuck.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is - Jooheon x Reader

Pairing: Jooheon (Monsta X) x Assistant Manager!Reader

Summary: As a newly hired assistant manager for Monsta X, y/n meets a lot of ups and downs, confronts challenges and faces trials, but never had y/pronoun thought that the biggest one to this day would be Lee Jooheon.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety; slight swearing.

A/N: If you’re not into a long introduction, then I wouldn’t recommend reading this. ‘Action’ comes later down the story since I wanted to have a strong base to write on. Still, I hope you like it!

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I had been working for Starship Entertainment for the past three months. It was going smoothly as I was getting used to the different ambiance from my last job, which was working for Big Hit Entertainment. Why did I leave, you ask? Well, let’s just say I didn’t enjoy the conditions I was being moulded in as head of the human resources department.

Although I had formed friendships with Namjoon and Jungkook from BTS, as well as Soobin and Taehyun from TXT, I just had to get away from the toxicity in my office. But, all of them were extremely nice and helped me find another job in the business. Never in my life would’ve I thought to have friends like them.

The real surprise was the position they had gotten me: assistant manager for Monsta X. Ideally, I expected a human resources job, since I didn’t see myself supervising a whole group, but Namjoon insisted I was perfect for the role; even with my crippling anxiety.

Surprisingly, things were going well. The band itself had been welcoming and charming from the get-go, well expect from one member; and, my boss, the manager, was a bit less approachable at first, but I was able to show him what I was made of and he eventually warmed up to my presence.

Today, the band and I had a few interviews in front of us and, as I was vividly typing around on my work iPad, hidden in the practice room, I heard the door open on some loud laughs and heavy footsteps. I lifted my head to meet seven men joking around, dressed in mostly sports clothes.

“Good morning,” I let out in a stern voice, knowing very well they should’ve been there fifteen minutes ago.

“Hey, y/n!” squeaked Minhyuk, shocked by my presence.

My eyes set on the leader, Shownu, who simply looked at his feet, embarrassed.

“When I call a meeting, I expect you all to be on time,” I added on a serious note, glaring at them like they were children.

One thing I had learned for the past few months was that men idols were like puppies, you had to repeat the same things over and over again as well as threaten them with the casual “you ain’t going to eat if you don’t do this correctly” from time to time.

“Sorry y/n,” finally added Changkyun, much more indifferent to the situation than the others.

I took a deep sigh and shrugged my shoulders: it wasn’t worth making everyone feel uncomfortable.

“So, I just wanted to brief you on the two evening interviews,” I stated, getting on my feet and brushing the dust off of my pants.

With a common nod, they spread in front of me.

“First one is going to be live, so you know what that means: be on your best behaviour. The other one will be aired in a few weeks, but from what I’ve heard, the host is known to try and make you feel uncomfortable...”

“What does that mean?” Jooheon blurted out, confused.

I lifted my gaze to meet his; he bore it like we hadn’t had an argument a few days earlier and hadn’t spoken since then. I cleared my throat to regain my calm demeanour and broke the eye-contact.

“She’s going to ask you about your dating life,” I cleared the question, “and as usual, you need to refute having any.”

They agreed in silence, exchanging looks between one another. The fact that we needed to hide both Kihyun’s and Shownu’s girlfriends from the world was as tough as it was; we definitely did not need them to talk about romantic relationships on a live broadcast.

I babbled about a few other details like transportation and clothing before I realized that most of the group had completely lost focus and was dangling from one leg to the other.

“All right,” I mumbled more to myself than to them, “I’ll let you get to it, but please, wait for me at the bus this time, okay?”

I.M and Minhyuk giggled like two kids in kindergarten who put a piece of gum on little Wendy’s chair.

“You have to admit it was a good prank, y/n,” the maknae let out with a wide smile.

I shook my head in denial, remembering how they decided to leave without me a few weeks ago, causing a whole lot of trouble for a whole lot of nothing. I was furious and had to grab a last-minute taxi to make it in time to the studio where we were filming a very important talk-show.

“Nah, it was a shitty one,” I blurted back, squinting my eyes at him.

Still, I couldn’t hide the smirk on the corner of my lips, and the band took it as their cue to relax. A part of me did enjoy forming a friendly bond with them; it reminded me of my family. It was warm and nice, but you did also want to rip one another’s heads from time to time.

In a synchronized matter, the group made its way to the center of the room and greeted both its dance crew and choreographer. They looked eager to start practising and I wasn’t one to keep them from doing it.

But, still, I gazed at them for a few minutes; they were all-natural and comfortable like they had always belonged here. They looked cheerful, happy.

“Don’t you have work to do?” nagged Kihyun, as he started to stretch.

He raised an eyebrow and waited for my departure. I grimaced at him and chuckled at the cute smile he threw back at me. But, unfortunately, he was right. After one last look, I turned on my feet and directed myself toward the exit. I knew a boring meeting was waiting for me in the afternoon and every single fibre in my being wanted to go home; but, I decided to take a deep breath instead and clicked on the elevator’s button.

Once I jumped into it, my mind went full-on work mode and I started rummaging about various details. Interviews were a lot more difficult to plan, especially when you order around a bunch of grown-ass adult men who act like two-year-olds.

And it’s with that mindset that I entered my office on the seventh floor, a dark concentred look on my face.

[***]

“Wow, you made it,” said Minhyuk unimpressed, “we almost had to leave without you this time.”

Out-of-breath, I staggered toward the Monsta X crew bus and brushed shoulders with the driver. My meeting had lasted way too long and I barely had the time to rush down to the underground parking.

Even with the few laughs coming from the rest of the group, my mood didn’t get better. I was mad and angry at a colleague who seemed to want to make everything much more difficult; and, I hadn’t had time to grab dinner, which meant I was starving.

“Are you okay?” asked Shownu when I let myself fall on the seat next to him.

We were used to being seatmates. Since he was the leader, I spoke to him the whole way to whichever studio we were going to and informed him on many subjects. He was always calm and he listened to everything I had to say before adding a comment. Shownu was the kind of man you hold on to.

“Bad day,” I whispered, side-eyeing him.

He pouted, visibly upset at my answer. With a slight movement, he squeezed my forearm, trying to reassure me.

“You’re strong, you’ll get through it.”

I smiled at his response and he squeezed even harder.

Just like on a timer, my stomach grumbled even louder than a few minutes before, provoking a side-look from a few of the members. As if on cue, I felt something on my shoulder.

I grabbed the small bag of chips with sweaty hands; Changkyun vaguely waving it over me like it was a natural thing to do.

“Thanks, I.M,” I replied in a faint voice, hoping he knew how much that simple act meant to me.

He murmured a simple ‘you’re welcome’ and got back to his phone. Within a few minutes, we were on the road and the vehicle was silent. It didn’t even take a few seconds before I finished my snack, but I was extremely grateful for it.

After exhaling all the air in my lungs, I let my head slide on the headrest and closed my eyes. I felt my whole being doze off until I was startled by the vibration of my phone. Without thinking about it twice, I opened my eyes and grabbed it: in this business, you often have emergencies and you always have to be alert.

But, in this case, it was a simple text message. I read the name over and over again: Jooheon.

Now, my hesitation to open the message came from the very heated argument we had had a few days prior. Not to mention how I could barely cross his gaze followed suit.

I tried to remember why I was so mad... but the answer didn’t appear as easy as it had back that day.

Long story short: I was convinced he didn’t like me, like... not at all, and therefore I was always distant with him. But, that night, when I had to pick him up from a friend’s place, completely drunk, he started to blame me for, and I quote: “making things difficult”.

It was around 2 am and I was tired of his shit, so I yelled. I told him that he was acting like a child and that I had no idea why he hated me so much. Then, he threw things like: “You’re trying to get into I.M’s pants,” which startled me to the core.

When I dropped him back at the dorms, he slammed the car door and stumbled his way to the main entrance. I had never been so confused in my whole life.

So, to see his name appear on my phone brought a whole new level of anxiety. I was repulsed by the dispute we had; I found it completely useless and out-of-the-blue, and didn’t want to replicate it once again.

Still, my curiosity got me and I slid my finger on the message. The only words that were written were: “Can we talk later?”

I bit my bottom lip, not knowing exactly how I should answer it. A part of me really did want to clear the air, but another one knew that it would probably be the most unpleasant situation ever.

“Of course”

I replied those two words not knowing what was to come, but for a quick moment, I felt good about the outcomes of our future conversation, or perhaps the butterflies in my stomach reflected fear more than hope.

I heard a light ting! from the back of the bus, a simple sign that told me Jooheon had received my message loud and clear.

The rest of the journey went without any troubles, except from my very heavy head who kept falling onto Shownu’s shoulder. Even though I apologized over and over again for my lack of professionalism, the leader kept reassuring me and patting his arm for me to lay on.

Eventually, I gave up the fight and obeyed, letting my whole being evaporate in the world of dreams, hoping for the evening to go well and acutely stressing about getting a one-on-one with Jooheon.

[***]

“How did we do?” inquired Wonho after the second interview, his ears reddened because of a strangely personal question that he had been asked.

I finally was able to let out a big exhale, washing away the weight that had been on my shoulders for the past hours. I am not going to lie: I was suspicious of Monsta X’s capacity to act like real, normal adults.

“You did exceptionally,” I complimented him with a small smile.

He seemed rather satisfied with the answer and walked straight toward the other guys; half looked absolutely despaired and the other half quite relieved. I joined them and cheered them on their performance. Aside from a few side-looks and basic comments from I.M, it went as smoothly as someone could expect it to go.

“It was close to perfect guys,” I reassured them after noticing their anxious gazes, “and big thanks to Kihyun for saving it a few times, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The said-man straightened his back and smiled widely. With his small fingers, he pushed back a strand of his pink hair, like the drama queen that he is. I knew it would boost his ego a bit too much, but he did deserve the praise.

After exchanging on a few other points, it was quickly time to leave. Two cars were waiting for the group back outside, ready to bring them back to their dorms. I, on the other, usually had a habit of going back to my Starship office to wrap up the day nicely.

Therefore, having completely forgotten about Jooheon’s previous text message, I hopped in the closest taxi, screaming goodbyes from behind my back.

It was only when I arrived at my messy desk that I realized my mistake. “Shit”, I thought, my mind running to find a solution. With a sigh, I rubbed my eyes, not caring about my makeup anymore, and grabbed my phone.

“I’m sorry; I forgot you wanted to talk.”

I typed quickly and slid my iPhone back in my pocket, knowing I had a lot of paperwork to fill. I kept praying that Jooheon would not take my fast departure from the studio as a sign of unwillingness of talking with him.

Around twenty minutes later, even though I was already focused on my task, I grasped my phone the second it vibrated. I caught myself in a weird smile when I noticed Honey’s name and shook my head in proper denial.

“I went back to my studio, if you still want to talk, I’ll be there,” he wrote.

What was he doing back at the office too? Was he, just like, unable to go back home if his head was filled with thoughts? Thoughts that were not always welcomed?

Without thinking about it twice, I stepped on my feet and left the office straight to the elevators. To my surprise, my heart started to beat faster, like I was both excited and scared, anticipating the conversation.

The thing with Jooheon was my absolute inability to think whenever he was around. At first, I was expecting some resistance from some members of the group, but never from Honey. So, when I had to face an unsatisfied and uninterested main rapper, my brain stopped working and perhaps that didn’t help my case. I remember vividly how the first time he engaged with me, with a stern tone, I started to stutter and mumble, like a child facing an angry mother.

Maybe it was my admiration toward him that kept me from functioning normally, or maybe it was how intimidating he was, contrary to what I believed before I met him.

To be honest, before our very first meeting, I binge-watched a load of YouTube videos, trying to seize their personalities and how I should approach them, both individually and as a band; apparently, they weren’t as instructive as someone would think.

Still, it was part of the job, being clueless. We all learn while making mistakes; that’s how I had gotten where I was and, I was sure, how the rest of my life would be.

With slightly shaky legs, I stepped out of the elevator and directed myself toward Jooheon’s studio. I couldn’t hear a sound coming from it, but then again, it was a soundproof room.

I knocked lightly at first, then a bit more strongly, hoping he hadn’t left already.

Within a few seconds, as my breath started to shorten, Honey opened the door. His dark hair was dishevelled as if he had been running his hands through it the whole night; he had small dark circles under his eyes; the top of his buttoned shirt was undone; and, he was, for some reason, barefoot.

“Wrong timing?” I supposed, my eyes analyzing him from head to toe.

He shook his head in denial and stood aside, letting me some space to enter the room.

As I did so, I noticed how my head was filling up with strange thoughts, such as: “Wow, he looks so good” and “Could he get more attractive?”; thoughts that had never been mine before, which provoked deep foreign warmth in the pit of my stomach.

“What are you working on?” I mumbled, trying to make conversation while Jooheon pulled a second chair for me to sit on.

“Just some new songs,” he replied tiredly.

I nodded and watched his multiple monitors, remembering that one sound mixing class I had had a million years ago.

“Can’t wait to hear them,” I added, genuinely excited about it.

He shyly smirked, his irises looking over at every detail of my face; perhaps was he trying to find indications of my mood. Truth was, I had no idea how I felt about this.

“You wanted to talk?” I initiated the topic with a somewhat trembling voice.

I cleared my throat, in hopes that he hadn’t noticed.

With a quick nod, he shuffled on his seat and locked gaze with mine. I held it like my life was depending on it.

“About the other night,” he started smoothly, “I wanted to apologize for my behaviour.”

Surprised, I raised my eyebrows. I didn’t expect this at all.

“I didn’t mean what I said, I was drunk,” he then stated.

“Didn’t you, though?” I rapidly blurted out, not even thinking about it, “Mean it?”

It was his turn to be taken aback. It was like I had punched him in the gut. He stepped back on his chair, which rolled away slightly, and started to shake his head vehemently.

Before he could add anything else, I took the lead.

“Where I come from, it is said that people, when drunk, say the things they don’t dare to say when sober. So, I’m asking you again: did you mean what you said?”

It was a bit rough on the edges, I admit, but it was direct and that’s all that mattered to me.

He inhaled and let his head fall on his headrest. I could almost see the gears work in his brain as if he was trying to come up with the perfect answer. The thing he didn’t know though was: there wasn’t any.

“It’s not that I didn’t mean it,” he finally started to speak up after a good thirty seconds, “but I didn’t mean the way I told it, you know?”

I acquiesced with a nod, waiting for him to continue. Honey bit his bottom lip like what he was fighting what he was about to say next.

“I just don’t like the way you’re so close with the other members, especially with I.M.”

I raised my eyebrows almost automatically.

“Excuse me?” I gasped, getting on my feet. “Are you still suggesting I’m trying to get, and I quote: into Changkyun’s pants?”

Furious, I crossed my arms on my chest and glared at him. Rapidly, Honey jumped on his feet too and got a bit closer, trying to keep me from leaving.

“Y/n, stop it,” he ordered with a deep voice, “you’re not listening to me.”

I scoffed abruptly, searching for a reply.

“I am listening to you, dumbass. What do you think I’m doing?”

“No, you’re not really listening to what I’m saying.”

“Then be clearer!”

“I don’t know how I can be! You don’t wanna listen!”

Our voices were getting elevated and the room was warming up to both our anger.

“Jooheon, I’m not in your fucking head, so just say what you really want to say. You think that, what, I wanna fuck I.M, is that it? Or all the members while at it? What is your problem?”

“What? That is not at all what I think! I just don’t like the way you’re so... friendly with them!”

He was starting to look incredibly desperate, but I had to get my answers.

“And what does it change that I’m friendly? Can’t I be their friends? It’s not my fault that you’ve been an ass since the beginning and that you don’t want to be my friend!”

“Who said that?”

“You, obviously. Maybe not with words, but you don’t need words to communicate your absolute disdain toward me,” I replied a bit less confidently than before.

Jooheon looked absolutely horrified by those words. With his mouth agape, he searched my eyes for any signs of lies, but there weren’t: I really did think he hated me.

As if taken by a sudden sadness, my eyes started to water. I hated the way I cried when I was angry, but what can you do?

My heart was beating so fast I was afraid it might burst out my chest.

The main rapper stood there, speechless, for what seemed like hours. I swiftly wiped away a tear that was threatening to fall and looked at my feet like a coward.

Where would this conversation take us? What good did it make?

I was filling up my head with useless questions when Honey moved.

I was shocked when he stepped closer and lifted my chin with a trembling finger, locking his eyes with mine. Gently, he placed both his hands on each side of my face and held them there.

I could see how he was gathering the courage to speak, so I gave him the time he needed; I didn’t budge.

But there isn’t one thing that could’ve prepared me for what he said next.

Not one.

With his eyes still searching mine, he opened his mouth:

“I have nothing, and I mean nothing, but pure admiration for you, y/n. I have never felt any disdain toward you, you are basically the definition of perfect,” he breathed out the last word in a murmur.

I was paralyzed, completely frozen in place, but that didn’t stop him from going.

“Can’t you see?” he asked rhetorically, “I don’t like the way you’re so close with other members because I want your attention all to myself. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Every day that I come up here, I hope I can get a smile from you or even a single word. I think about you all the time and it’s driving me crazy.”

I hadn’t noticed the tears streaming down my face until he wiped some with his thumbs.

“You don’t have to say anything, of course,” he tried to take the pressure off of my back, “but you have to know the truth, and the truth is that I like you way more than I should and that I’m jealous of every moment you spend with I.M, or Minhyuk, or Wonho, or every single one of my friends, because I want you all to myself, y/n.”

He was apprehending the worst, I could see it in his eyes, eye-contact that he finally broke out of fear, and in the way he was ready to just let me go, but I didn’t want that, I didn’t want him to let me go. Not now, not ever.

“Jooheon...” I whispered, slowly placing my palm on one of his hands.

His eyes jerked back to me, hope filling his irises.

Words didn’t need to be exchanged anymore, I knew that. They already had been and I was tired of reading between the lines, of not knowing where to stand, so I took upon me to make things clear.

My head was empty when I crashed my lips onto his; I wasn’t thinking about anything. The only part of my body that was experiencing something was my heart. Whether it was by its multiplied beatings or its desire to feel Jooheon: I didn’t know, but I sure as hell knew I was alive.

Instead of being surprised or pulling back as I had expected, Honey welcomed me with strength and passion. The kiss began delicately, like the flappings of a butterfly’s wings, but it deepened rapidly, descending into a powerful hurricane, sweeping everything that dared be on its way.

His tongue eventually found mine in a synchronized matter. As I grabbed his neck with both my arms, he let his hands slide on my waist, pulling me against him.

I was taken by the sudden urge of giving him my all; my absolute everything. I closed what was left of the gap between us and slid my hand over the back of his neck, passing my fingers through his hair.

The kiss deepened even more which I didn’t think possible. The mix of the taste of my tears and the heat of the room made it all so delicious.

But, unfortunately, we are humans and we need air, so at a certain moment, maybe minutes after we let ourselves go, we had to pull back, but only slightly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” Jooheon murmured, his face still centimetres away from mine.

“Of course I do, I waited as long, didn’t I?” I smiled.

He titled his head to one side and admired me in a way no one had ever done. I bit my bottom lip, the taste of Jooheon still lingering on it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he finally let out, a smirk creeping on his lips.

His dimples showed, causing another wave of warmth to climb up my spine. It was definitely one of my favourite physical features on him.

“Thank you, you’re not too bad looking yourself,” I teased while raising an eyebrow.

He openly laughed and pulled me closer once again. That time, when his lips found mine, it didn’t feel strange, foreign.. no. It felt intimate, familiar, dare I say ‘perfect’. Like my arms had always belonged around his neck; like his hands were perfectly meant for my waist. Everything was falling into place, like a puzzle that had long been waiting to be completed.

What it meant for our future, I had no idea. But, one thing was sure: whether this was the start of something new or not, I knew, for certain, that I was at the right place.

Because, wherever Jooheon was, I belonged.

He was my heart, he was my home.

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Something Good | knj

summary- you’d known from the moment you’d laid eyes on him, Namjoon was good.

rating- e for everyone? lol

word count- 3395

pairing- namjoon x reader

genre- fluff

Warnings- lots of emotions, possibly kinda angsty?

a/n: possibility of a smutty part 2 if people want it?

Namjoon-

Namjoon was tired. He loved his life, he really did. He loved his career, he loved Army, he loved his bandmates. He could not have asked for anything better. But today, Namjoon was tired. He was worn out, and he just wanted to drift into the crowd unseen long enough to get his coffee and go back to his hotel room. He was dressed casually, jeans and a dark blue cotton t-shirt paired with a black baseball cap and a gray jacket, hood up. He wore a mask across his face, but with how smoggy it was in the city, that didn’t make him stand out.

He found a small coffee shop that looked fairly empty and ducked inside, quietly giving his order to the first employee, an older woman with a kind smile who nodded, writing “John” on his cup when he said Joon but he didn’t mind. His eyes flicked to the young woman who began mixing his drink, her pretty hair bouncing with her movements, languid and quick. She hummed quietly to herself, so quietly he couldn’t make out the song, but her sunny disposition made his mouth curve up into a smile.

“For John?” she smiled brightly at him, and he nodded, handing her the money and taking his change.

“Thank you.” he responded kindly, reaching out to take the drink.

Her eyes widened, mouth falling agape as she looked up to hand Namjoon his drink, their fingers brushing slightly as she handed it off. Namjoon felt a spark run clear down to his toes, and he met her gaze with similar surprise.

“Kim Namjoon?”

Y/N-

“Kim Namjoon?” you breathed, recognizing that voice anywhere.

Your skin was electrified where it touched his, and your gaze shot up and locked with his. Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS was standing right in front of you. The man who’d taken control of your every unconscious moment, drifting through your dreams like he owned them. The man you’d almost watched grow up on any screen you could get your hands on. You knew BTS had a concert in the city in a few days, but it never crossed your mind that he would appear in the small coffee shop you wasted your days in, barely making enough to cover your rent.

“Please don’t scream.” he begged, not in a conceited way, more desperate, exhausted.

“I won’t.” you promised.

“Thank you.” he whispered in a sigh of relief.

Namjoon flashed you a smile, which you only caught by the crinkle in his eyes. He turned to walk away and you stood there, frozen in place until your heart kicked into overdrive. This was your one chance. You hopped over the counter and dashed after him, skidding to a stop in front of the door just as he was about to open it.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re probably tired of fans approaching you, and I swear I’m not insane. I’ve been your fan for a while, but I’m not going to pretend I really know who you are. I would like to, though. I might not know everything about you but after watching you from the sidelines, I can tell there’s something different about you. You’re good. I could really use some good in my life.”

Namjoon’s eyes met yours but he didn’t speak, his gaze just searched yours. For what, you didn’t know.

“You don’t have to decide right now. Look, let me put my number in your phone, so you have it. You can decide if you want to text me or not. I won’t be offended if I don’t hear from you. But I think I could be something good for you too.” you offered, heart pounding with adrenaline.

Seconds passed before Namjoon nodded, something about the spark in your eye drawing him in and begging him to trust you. He dug in his pocket and pulled out his phone. You gently took it from his grasp and input your contact information, hitting save. You looked up at him as you handed it back. He looked at the screen momentarily.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Have a good day.” he said softly before exiting the shop and disappearing into the crowd.

When your shift ended two hours later, you were still in shock. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon had been in your coffee shop, had touched your skin. You shivered at the memory, a smile gracing your lips. You began walking home, ready to crash into your small twin bed inside your shared apartment. The sun began to set just as you crossed over to the shadier area of town, the only place you could afford to reside. You looked at your phone to check the time, and noticed a text from an unsaved number.

Namjoon [8:37PM] Hey, Y/N. It’s Namjoon.

Your heart thundered in your chest. He texted you. This had to be a joke.

You [8:39PM] Hey! I didn’t think you’d actually text me. How are you?

Namjoon [8:42PM] Honestly, I didn’t either. But you were so honest and open I figured it couldn’t hurt.

Namjoon [8:43PM] I’m okay, just tired. It’s been a long day.

You [8:44PM] I’m glad you did. I’m pretty great now. What made it a long day?

Namjoon stared at your message, unsure of if he should be truthful in his sour mood or pretend everything was fine. You’d only just met anyway. But something about you, it just made him feel like you’d get it. That you’d understand. He decided it would be okay, and he needed to let it out.

Namjoon [8:47PM] We had dance practice today for our upcoming show and I kept messing up and making everyone start over. I just couldn’t focus.

You [8:50PM] Are you working yourself too hard? Maybe you need to take a break.

Namjoon [8:53PM I don’t have time to take a break. Our show is in two days and we have to be ready.

Your heart ached for him. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders and he couldn’t spare a few minutes to prioritize his health?

You [8:55PM] Have you ever tried meditation or anything?

Namjoon [8:56PM] No…

You [8:59PM] Okay, hear me out. There’s this app I use when I’m stressed. It helps you meditate and has scenes with nature sounds to help you calm down. It’s even got a deep breathing feature to help you breathe. I listen to the sound of the rain when I just need to disconnect from the world and it always puts me at ease. You might try it.

Namjoon [9:00PM] What’s it called?

You [9:00PM] Calm. :)

You didn’t hear from Namjoon for a good twenty minutes, and you were starting to wonder if you’d said something wrong. You sighed, setting your phone down and curling into the blankets, disappointment crawling its way into your heart uninvited. That was, until your phone started ringing and Namjoon’s name flashed across your screen. Your heart lept into your throat and you slid the answer key across the screen.

“Hello?” you tried to make your voice even.

“Hey. Sorry. I hope it’s okay that I called. I didn’t feel like typing.” he chuckled, seeming in a much better mood.

“No that’s fine!” you assured him.

“I love this app. Thank you for recommending it.” he praised.

“Oh, Namjoon, haven’t you heard women are always right?” you giggled.

“So I’m learning. Twice now you’ve been right.” his deep voice held a smile you could imagine if you closed your eyes.

“So you feel better? More relaxed?” you verified, turning to lay on your back and close your eyes while you relished in the sound of his voice.

“Much better. Thank you.” he said sincerely.

“Next step is a bubble bath and a face mask.” you teased.

“Ah, I think I’m okay for now.” he laughed, letting the warm happy feeling settle in his chest at the sound of your voice. Namjoon thought you had a beautiful voice. It fit you. Soft, gentle, but with a little mystery and a hint of mischief.

“I’ll convince you one day. It’ll do wonders for your skin.” you explained.

“Are you saying I have bad skin?” he scoffed playfully.

“Stop fishing for compliments.” you chastised. “You know you look great.”

Namjoon’s deep laughter floated through your ears like your favorite song. You giggled to yourself, his laughter was contagious.

“It’s weird how comfortable I am with you already.” Namjoon admitted suddenly, “I feel like I’ve known you forever and we met today.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” you agreed easily, buds of hope blooming in your stomach.

In the long months that followed, Namjoon visited you every time he was near. He texted you or called you every day that you were apart. He couldn’t always talk for long, but a simple “good morning, have a good day” if that was all he could manage. There was something about the spark in your eye that drew Namjoon in, and he wanted to make sure you knew he was thinking of you. He wanted to keep you.

The sun had long gone to sleep by the time Namjoon and his friends finished their dance practice and headed back to their hotel for the night. The dark skies had opened up and began to let the rain trickle down, thudding against the window in a soothing rhythm. Namjoon immediately thought of you and your love of the rain. You’d told him on more than one occasion that the sound of the rain coming down was one of the most calming sounds you’d ever heard.

“You coming?” Tae asked, waiting by the door with one of the umbrellas as the group left the vehicle for the safety of the hotel.

“I’ll catch up with you guys.” Joon smiled.

Tae shrugged and jogged off.

Joon waited until Tae’s form disappeared into the large rotating door to turn his attention to his phone, pressing the facetime button on your name. When your face popped up on his screen, surrounded by a thick comforter, he worried he’d woken you up.

“Joonie!” your smile lit up like the sun and Namjoon felt something warm fill his chest.

“Y/N.” he greeted pleasantly.

“What’s up Joon?” you asked, the smile not leaving your lips.

“It’s raining here, and I thought maybe you’d like to listen?” he asked quietly, suddenly unsure of the gesture.

“Omg Joon! That’s so sweet! I love the rain, almost as much as I love you!” you giggled, and though Joon knew you didn’t mean it like that, his chest stirred.

Joon turned his camera around to show you the darkened night sky and the rain that fell rhythmically on the rooftop of the car, the windows, racing down.

“I want to see your face, Joon.” you whined a bit.

He turned the front camera back on and smiled at you. Your face lit up and you just watched him watch the rain, eyes flickering back to you every once in a while.

“Hmmm… this is so soothing.” you hummed quietly, making sure your voice didn’t overpower the rain.

“I think of you every time it rains.” he admits, barely above a whisper.

You were quiet for a moment, and Namjoon was almost afraid to look at the screen before he heard “I miss you, Joon.”

“I miss you too. We’ll be in town in the next month or two though.” he soothed you, noting the way your eyes filled with tears but they didn’t spill over.

“But I want my best friend here now.” you sighed. “It’s colder when you’re not here.”

“I know what you mean.” Namjoon agreed, an involuntary shiver washing through him as he turned the heat up in the car.

“Tell me what you did today.” you smiled, Namjoon could tell you were getting tired.

He spoke gently, voice low in an attempt to lull you to sleep. He knew you pushed yourself too hard, stayed up too late. You worked multiple jobs to keep yourself afloat and assist your family in any way you could, and Namjoon had offered on many occasions to help you out financially, but you had refused, stating that he was your friend, not your ATM.

Your stubborn personality was one of the most infuriating things about you, and also one of Namjoon’s favorites. When you’d set your mind to something, there was no going back. You never backed down when you were passionate about something, and you were passionate about Namjoon. Too many times you’d watched him get close to people who only wanted him for his fame or his money. He acted like it didn’t hurt but you knew. Each time he was betrayed it was like a piece of him chipped away. He smiled though. He never stopped smiling.

Sometimes Namjoon felt like BTS and you were the only people in the whole world he could trust, aside from his family.

“... then Jin tripped over Tae and busted his ass and we couldn’t stop laughing.” Namjoon recounted dance practice and watched your sleepy smile spread over your face. “We decided to call it quits for the day and here we are.” he finished.

“Mmm.. I’m glad you had a good day.” you mumbled from your half-conscious state.

“Thank you, Y/N. You should really get some sleep.” Namjoon told you.

“You’re right… I can’t keep my eyes open. Thank you for calling me, Joonie. I love you.” you spoke slowly, eyes threatening to drift shut.

“I love you too, Y/N. Sweet dreams.” Namjoon said, but his words fell on deaf ears as your eyes had already closed.

Namjoon knew he should’ve ended the call, but his eyes watched your peaceful expression, a hint of a smile lingering on your lips. He watched you take deep, even breaths. He studied the way your eyelashes fluttered when you stirred. Namjoon’s chest tightened as he gazed upon your features. That was the first night Namjoon came to the realization that he was in love with you.

Of course, you’d known you were in love with Namjoon much sooner than the dense man had realized his own feelings. You never showed it though. You didn’t want your feelings to make things weird, as Namjoon’s presence in your life was the only thing keeping you centered. Namjoon was where you went when you were angry, when you were scared, when you felt alone. He was your anchor in a world that tried to sweep you away into an empty abyss. He was your home.

Namjoon was the only person in the world who seemed to understand you completely. You’d never really felt like you belonged anywhere, constantly yearning for a place that felt safe. With Namjoon, you belonged. You were safe. Protected. You were valued and revered and you could let your walls down and melt into your best friend’s embrace, knowing he’d always catch you. You knew there were millions of girls who wanted his heart, who were in love with the idea of him. You knew who he really was though.

You were the one who stayed up talking him through his dark moments. You were the one who held him and stroked his hair when he fell apart. You were the one who listened without judgement, who understood him just as much as he understood you. You were the one who never used him, never left him, never let him feel abandoned. You were the one who waited up, pretending you couldn’t sleep just to hear his voice for a few fleeting moments as his day wound down into the quiet night. Everything Namjoon gave to you, you returned with vigor.

That’s why, when his plane landed in your city, you were the first thought on his mind. You were the one he wanted to run to. You were the one he wanted to wrap up in his arms. And that is exactly what he did as he arrived at your apartment, dressed to blend in, knuckles rapping at the door excitedly. You flung the door open, jumping into his embrace as he pulled you tight against him and shut the door behind your bodies. You breathed in his scent, your senses flooded with Namjoon. You could finally breathe again.

You felt your body go pliant in his grasp. His strong arms held you close, his breath tickled your ear. His heart beat just as fast as your pounding one. Your best friend was finally home. Well, he didn’t live with you but in your presence was the place Namjoon felt the most himself, so he might as well have been home. Namjoon was completely overwhelmed with emotion at finally being by your side again. He didn’t know what came over him. He didn’t have time to use rational judgement, didn’t have time to think. Everything in his being needed this. He needed you.

As soon as your feet had touched the ground, before you could release yourself from Namjoon’s grasp, his lips found yours. In that moment, time stopped. Your heart stopped beating for a moment, then immediately began hammering in your chest. You kissed him back after a moment of letting the situation sink it, everything inside of you seeming to reach for him. You wound your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and his arms tightened around you, pressing your body against his as his lips worked against yours.

Had it been minutes? Had it been hours? You weren’t sure. Time wasn’t real when you were in Namjoon’s arms. All you knew is it was far too soon for your liking when he pulled away to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. His chest rose and fell rapidly and his eyes met yours. You shivered at the intensity, the adoration in his gaze.

“I’m in love with you.” left his lips before he could even register what he was saying.

Even though he’d only realized this fact a few months prior, Namjoon had been in love with you the better part of a year. It really hadn’t taken long for you to wrap yourself around his heart so completely that he couldn’t possibly want anyone else. He’d been waiting ever since that rainy night in the car to come home to you, to wrap you up in his arms, to risk it all and tell you exactly what you’d meant to him.

“I had a whole speech planned. It was going to be much more romantic. But I can’t think right now. All I know is I’m completely in love with you, and I really hope you feel the same way or this is going to get really awkward-” he began.

“I love you too. I’m in love with you, Joonie. I’ve been in love with you. You’re everything.” you sighed contentedly, leaning your head against his toned chest, listening to his heart beat like a hummingbird’s.

His fingers tenderly snaked their way under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His lips found yours once more. This kiss was slower, more intimate. This kiss held everything the two of you couldn’t express with words. All the heartache while you waited for him alone. All the longing you’d felt, thousands of miles apart. This kiss was a thank you for your continued friendship, a promise of so much more to come, a whisper of love drifting between your connected lips. It was everything you’d both been holding back for almost a year.

Your whole body trembled and tears forced their way down your cheeks against your will, and Namjoon moved his lips to your cheeks, kissing them away. He knew. He understood. He felt it too. He led you to the couch, consuming you in his embrace, letting you be at ease for the first time in months. Namjoon finally let out the breath he’d been holding since, well he wasn’t sure how long. It felt like he was breathing for the very first time.

“Please say you’ll be mine.” he whispered, almost inaudibly, as he trailed kisses along your ear.

“I’ve always been yours, Joon.” you whispered back.

And it felt like the beginning of something good.

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