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The Girl of Your Streams (m)

- pairing: Taehyung x reader (f) ft. bts

- genre: fuckboy!taehyung / non-idol AU / college AU / cam porn workers + smut

- word count: 16.5k (i got a lil’ carried away with this one...)

- summary: There aren’t many things with legs that Taehyung won’t fuck. And as one of the hottest men on campus, there aren’t many things with legs that wouldn’t beg to be fucked by Taehyung. With his killer looks, enticing ego, sexy voice, and stunning fashion sense, Taehyung has the campus in the palm of his hand. So why wouldn’t a shy, easily-flustered girl like yourself jump at the chance to get fucked by the campus king? What side of herself is she hiding from him? That’s what Taehyung is determined to find out.

- warnings: explicit language (!!), misogyny, borderline sexual harassment, smut: oral (f receiving), choking, dirty talk, hair pulling, BIG DICK!TAE, unprotected sex (pls be careful,,,), cum shot, degradation, cam porn, rude/arrogant taehyung, fingering, dom/sub themes (dom!Tae and sub!Reader), daddy kink!Tae, finger sucking, possessiveness, pantie sniffing/sucking, clit spanking, edging, orgasm denial/control, nipple play, tit slapping, choking, crying kink, masturbation (m/f), voyeurism, fwb!relationship (between jimin and reader), doggy style & missionary positions, implied future relationship between hoseok/yoongi.... okay i THINK that’s it.

- author note: Thank you so much for the support and love for my first ever fic! I legit thought no one would care LMAO. As always, any feedback or suggestions are always appreciated! Please don’t be shy! Sorry for any errors in this! I wanted to get it out asap, so I pulled an all-nighter to finish. I think that’s all from me, so sit back, relax, and let’s get SMUTTY. Thank you!

- Jay (5/12/2020)

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The day began like any other. Taehyung woke up, chatted with his roommates, Jungkook and Yoongi, over a cup of coffee, worked on his midterm essay, and proceeded to browse his favorite porn site in the comfort of his bed. The daily routine.

Taehyung was a lot of things. A bad fuck certainly wasn’t one of them. And his knowledge of how easily he could get a person to scream his name in pleasure only added to his already massive ego.

So why, you may ask, was a man who got laid at least five times in a slow week browsing through a porn site like a hormonal teen who just discovered what sex was?

Simple. To see her.

@thedevilishangel.

Thedevilishangel, simply called ‘Angel’ by her viewers, was the source of Taehyung’s infatuation.

A while ago, after Taehyung made the mistake of clicking on a pop-up ad, he was taken to a livestream porn site for amateur cam stars. Scoffing at his discovery, he scrolled through the site with mild interest at best.

Hell, who needs porn when you have people of all gender identities tossing themselves at your feet begging for a fuck. Taehyung would much rather bury his cock in one of them than jack off into his hand.

Rolling his eyes, he moves his mouse to exit the site. As his mouse hovers over the button to exit the page, his eyes fall onto one of the most popular accounts on the site. Compared to the other cam stars, this account has at least double the amount of views and likes. And, lucky for him, the account had just started a livestream 10 minutes ago.

“Angel Rides Her Vibrator Until Tears Roll Down Her Cheeks!” the title read.

“Hm,” Taehyung hummed.

Intrigued, he clicked on the video.

Immediately, he was met with a withering girl in a baby pink mask. Her back propped up against pink pillows, and she was frantically grinding her pussy against a vibrator in her shaking hands.

“Oh! Oh my god, that feels so good,” the girl, Taheyung assumed was Angel, whined.

Taehyung hears the chime of notifications as requests come piling in.

“Cup your tits,” @sugardaddy97 writes.

“Gag on your fingers like it’s my cock you’re sucking,” @user69 types.

In the midst of her pleasure, the captivating girl looked at the comments with a fucked out expression on her face.

“Requests go to the highest tipper; you know the drill,” Angel reminded her viewers who are just as desperate to get off as she is.

As soon as she said that, the notifications for tips earned rang immediately. She waited for the tips to increase while she dragged the vibrating toy around her cunt. Taehyung shifted in his bed, his hardening cock resting uncomfortably in his sweats.

+200 coins from @bigcock93!

“Stop teasing. Put the vibrator on your clit and turn it up to the highest setting,” he demanded.

She nodded at his request, “Thank you for your tip. Your wish is my command...”

She quickly moved the device to her clit and yelped when she turned it up. Her shaking hand held the toy to her clit as tight as she could as her body quivered beneath it.

Taehyung’s eyes were wide the whole time while watching her. It’s almost as if he couldn’t turn away. He was afraid that if he even blinked, he would miss out on her show. As a man who always preferred sex over porn and masturbation, he was embarrassed to admit just how turned on he was.

Her whines and moans increased in volume as the vibrator buzzed in the background. Angel shut her eyes tight and balled her free hand closed to form a fist. When she finally opened her eyes again, Taehyung noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.

She was close. Taehyung knew it.

“Right there! I- I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, I’ve been such a good girl,” Angel whimpered as the tears stream freely down her flushed cheeks.

+600 coins from @sugardaddy97!

“Cum for Daddy,” he wrote.

“Ah, Daddy! Thank you!” she cried and Taehyung knew he was a goner.

Much to the humor of his roommates and friends, Taehyung had a daddy kink. Something about that control and dominance over a person drove him wild. And hearing Angel say word sent an immediate rush of blood to his cock. If he wasn’t hard enough before she said the word, he was beyond stiff now.

Her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back. Her body trembled as she reached her high. Her thighs quaked as her orgasm washed over her. Viewer comments poured in by the dozens as they all complimented her body and praised her for cumming so hard.

When she came down from her high, she shakily tossed the whizzing vibrator to the side of her and leaned forward to address her viewers.

“Thank you for the tips and comments. I’ll be back next week for another stream. I hope you had as much fun as I did,” she winked with smeared mascara on her cheeks and then the livestream ended.

Taehyung was hard as a rock by the time the livestream ended. He spent the next hour scrolling through and watching her most popular videos while jacking off.

That was a month ago. And Taehyung was just as hooked as when he first laid eyes on his mystery cam girl.

Her daddy kink alone was enough to get him hard, but as he started to watch more of her videos, he fell down a rabbit hole of near obsession. As soon as he had finished watching his fifth video from her, he created a viewer account and subscribed to Angel’s page. Taehyung clicked to get notifications every time she’d start a live, and he even went as far as linking the account to his credit card so he could tip her in the future. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to get his requests fulfilled...

Taehyung snapped back to the present when his laptop notified him that @thedevilishangel would start their stream in five minutes.

He shut his door and got comfortable in his bed as he waited intently.

The stream was a mere 10 seconds from starting when his door suddenly opened to reveal a short, fit blonde with an obnoxious push-up bra and a spray tan that she should have gotten a refund for. Taehyung slammed his laptop shut.

“Taetae? Baby? You didn’t forget about our plans did you?” her annoyingly high voice questions.

‘I was supposed to come over to your apartment over an hour ago. But instead of getting the hint, you show up at my place instead? Clingy much?’ Taehyung thought to himself.

“Of course not, Stacy.”

“Stephanie,” the blonde corrected with a pout.

Taehyung nods, “Of course, baby, haven’t you ever been given a nickname?”

The blonde smiles dumbly. Maybe she knew she was just another meaningless fuck to Taehyung, but maybe she didn’t care as long as she gets to be his new toy.

Taehyung gets up from his position on the bed and places his laptop on his desk.

‘I’ll just have to watch her livestream later,’ Taehyung thought, unwilling to pass up the opportunity to fuck a girl with such massive tits.

He walks over to Stephanie, apparently, and tugs her hand, pulling her towards his bed.

“C’mon baby,” he whispers seductively.

----

“OH! OH! OH! OH, THAT FEELS AMAZING, OH! DADDY, OH!” Stephanie’s high pitched voice shrieks.

In the living room, conveniently located right next to Taehyung’s bedroom with the wailing girl, Jungkook lays on the couch attempting to cover his ears with a pillow.

“My god, does that girl ever shut up?” Jungkook questions angrily.

Across from him, sprawled out on the recliner, Yoongi removes his noise-canceling headphones.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” he questions nonchalantly.

Jungkook immediately sits up from the couch wide eyed.

“When did you get those?” he interrogates in reference to the headphones he would kill for a set of.

Yoongi shrugs, “Well, as soon as we all agreed to rent a house together, and I discovered Taehyung has a big dick, I thought they would be a good investment.”

The blunt man places his earphones back over his head and continues scrolling through his phone.

The younger boy groans and tosses himself back onto the couch in despair. He made a mental note to get himself a pair of noise-canceling headphones if he wanted to continue living with Taehyung as his roommate. Jungkook, a typically non-violent, understanding, patient man, was one obnoxiously loud moan away from strangling Taehyung for having such loud sex.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, Taehyung’s bed frame began to thump against the wall.

They must have been fucking for two hours straight now.

Annoyed beyond his wits, Jungkook got up from the couch and angrily stomped over to Taehyung’s bedroom door to tell the two love birds to shut the fuck up.

He raised his fist to knock when the door opened suddenly, and a half-clothed girl stumbled out. She pushed past a shocked Jungkook and made her way to the door.

“You’re such an ass, Taehyung!” she cried, flung open the front door and stormed out.

Jungkook turned to a shirtless Taehyung, surprised, “What did you do?”

The older boy shrugged, “She wanted me to take her on a date, and I kicked her out.”

“Wow, real shocker,” a sarcastic Yoongi quips from his comfortable position in the plush chair.

“Uh, hello?” a voice speaks from the doorway.

The two younger boys turn towards the door to see a confused Namjoon and Jin.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung waves at their mutual friends as he walks into the living room, pulling a shirt over his head.

The confused pair walks in, closing the door behind them.

“What was that about?” Namjoon questions gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder at the scene that happened right in front of them.

Jin laughs, well aware of Taehyung’s arrangements with girls “Ha, like you even need to ask.”

Namjoon just shrugs like he should have known. While Jin gathers ingredients from the fridge, Namjoon plops down on the couch where Jungkook was sitting.

“The noise from Taehyung’s hookups is ridiculously loud! Can’t I just move in with you two?” Jungkook sighs, asking Namjoon and Jin exasperated.

“No,” they answer in unison, unwilling to share their apartment with a recluse like Jungkook.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and moves to sit back on the couch, defeated.

“I’m not that bad, Jungkook. It could be worse. I could fuck girls in the kitchen,” Taehyung offers.

“You have done that,” Yoongi reminds.

Taehyung thinks for a moment before smiling in remembrance, “Oh, yeah. It was that hot redhead who had that twin sister. After we fucked in our kitchen, we drove to her sister’s place and had a threesome.”

Jungkook winces, “That’s disgusting. It’s that like incest?”

Taehyung shrugs again, “Not as long as I’m fucking them, and they’re not fucking each other.”

“Gross,” Jungkook mumbles.

Jin rifles through the fridge, looking through the food Jungkook had gotten from his turn at the grocery store.

“Please!” Yoongi commented sarcastically, “Please help yourself to our fridge.”

Jin ignores him.

“It’s a miracle you don’t have an STD, Tae,” Namjoon points out.

“As far as we know!” Jin shouts from the kitchen.

Taehyung scoffs, “You’re just jealous that I’m getting laid, and you’re all barely not virgins.”

Yoongi laughs at that, “Oh, yeah! I’m really jealous that you’re fucking a different obnoxious, personality-lacking girl practically every day! How did you know?”

The other boys laugh at Yoongi’s sarcasm. Whatever it was Taehyung thought he had that the rest of them didn’t, they didn’t want.

“Oh, yeah?” Taehyung challenged, “So you being bitter about me getting laid has nothing to do with you unsuccessfully pining after that hip-hop dancer in our political policy class?”

Taehyung knew he had a point. Everyone knew he had a point.

“Don’t bring Hoseok into this,” Yoongi muttered.

Taehyung smirks, “That’s what I thought.”

Yoongi scowled at that and went back to scrolling through his phone, mumbling under his breath about how Taehyung doesn’t know what he’s talking about and to stay out of his business.

Things between Yoongi and Hoseok were... complicated to say the least. Hoseok was always hanging out with his friends, and Yoongi never felt comfortable approaching him in a group setting. Yoongi resorted to “slide into his dms”, as Jungkook called it. They had been chatting back and forth for a couple of months now, but Yoongi had yet to successfully make a move and Hoseok had yet to pick up on all of Yoongi’s failed attempts to make a move. Yoongi went as far as joining the dance classes Hoseok instructed before he ultimately made a fool of himself in front of the dancer. Yoongi’s embarrassment in the situation cut whatever little confidence he had and kept him from reaching out to make plans to meet in person outside of their shared seminars.

Taehyung rolled his eyes at his grumpy roommate.

Eager to avoid conflict, Jungkook interjected, “Yoongi, Tae, I’m on my way to class. Do you guys want a ride?”

Taehyung claps his hand on shoulder on the younger boy, “I thought you’d never ask.”

----

You slammed the car door.

“Hobi, we’re gonna be so late!” you whined as you frantically rushed to your shared afternoon seminar.

Hoseok scoffs, “You’re the one who waited too long to finish your cam show-”

You immediately turn around and clap your hand over his mouth with wide eyes.

“Are you crazy?” you whisper frantically, eyes darting back and forth through the clearly empty hallway, “I guess you want everyone to know I do cam porn, huh? Why don’t you just shout it at the top of your lungs?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes at that and slaps your hand away from his mouth, “It’s no big deal. College students do a lot crazier shit for cash these days. It’s better you’re selling your body than selling drugs or organs on the black market.”

You wave away his comment and proceed to drag him to your shared class.

As you predicted, you were late. And not ‘a few seconds late, trailing in with some of the stranglers’ late like Hoseok promised.

The seminar has already started. And you barged into the lecture hall right in the middle of the professor speaking.

Your cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and you turned to Hoseok to mouth, “I told you so.”

“Ah, how nice of you to finally join us. We were just talking about the midterm project that counts for 70% of your grade and determines whether you’ll fail the semester. Interested?” the professor asks sarcastically.

Nodding frantically, you grab Hoseok’s hand and drag him to the nearest seats to unpack your embarrassment and catch up in the instructions of the project.

From what you gathered from the professor’s handout paired with other students’ notes, the project would be conducted by a group of two. The assignment was to create a presentation reviewing in depth one of the many lessons you had been taught this semester so far.

The project sounded simple enough, but from the professor’s handout and strict words, it was your understanding that she expected deep, detailed research on your findings.

Already having some thoughts for your presentation come to mind, you look over at Hoseok.

“You’re free this weekend right?” you whispered, “ You could come over to my place, we’ll order takeout and work on the project.”

Hoseok nodded, “Yeah, I don’t have another class at the studio to teach until next week. Will your roommate be there?”

You pondered for a second.

“No, I don’t think so. Jimin likes to spend the weekends with his family, so I think we’ll have the place all to ourselves,” you smiled.

This class had really been really difficult for you at the start of the semester. You had a lot on your mind and practically no time to work on the assignments.

As soon as you sophomore year in college came to a close, you moved out of the dorms and into an apartment with your longtime best friend, Jimin. Needless to say, you were shocked at how expensive an apartment on campus was. You had been working at a local coffee shop to make ends meet, but it wasn’t enough.

You were making just above minimum wage as a barista. And the customers were lousy tippers at best. You were scared you weren’t going to be able to meet the price of your rent by the end of the month. You were prepared to swallow your pride and ask your parents for cash.

That is, until Jimin spoke to you that night after you both tossed back more than a couple of shots in distress.

“Cam porn?!” you slurred, eyes wide.

Jimin started giggling, “Of course! How do you think I’ve been making so much cash?”

You froze for a minute, you tipsy mind processing what he just told you.

“I- I never thought about that...” you trailed off.

Jimin poured you another drink, “You wouldn’t believe how much horny idiots are willing to pay to see me jack off! Go on; guess how much cash I make in a good week.”

You had a poor enough ability to estimate how much something costs while being sober, but now that you were growing more and more drunk by the second, your brain really struggled to provide a reasonable answer to Jimin.

“Uh... maybe like um- like a lot of money?” you mumbled dumbly.

Jimin throws back his head as he takes the shot, slams down the now empty shot glass, and shouts, “Around two grand!”

Clapping your hand over your mouth, you slap Jimin’s shoulder.

“Shut up! No fucking way!” you shout.

“I know right!” Jimin leaps to his feet, “Let me get my laptop, I’ll show you my account!”

For the next hour, you two scrolled through his account and some of his top watched videos. Although Jimin opted to wear a mask to conceal his identitiy, you would recognize him any day.

Normally, with any other friendship, people would find it weird or uncomfortable to see their best friend naked, jacking off, or even fucking themselves on a long, purple dildo. Yet, oddly enough, this was one of the least strange things that had happened between you and Jimin over the years of knowing each other.

You had been best friends since age 5, and you had been by each other’s side through practically everything. Break ups, family trouble, college decisions, the list goes on. And you and him had both made it very clear that there were no romantic feelings between each other.

However, you didn’t see each other as siblings. In a way, you two almost felt closer than that. And you didn’t feel obligated to spend time with the other because of blood relations, as you would with family.

By the seventh video you had clicked on, Jimin turned to you.

“You know,” he begins with a smile on his face, “you could always quit that barista job you despise and cam with me, You would make way more money...”

You open your mouth to protest, but then you pause.

He was certainly right about two things. You loathe your current job, and cam porn did offer an opportunity for better pay.

Jimin saw the thoughts running through your head.

“You don’t have to make any decisions now. Just know that starting your account is as easy as the click of a few buttons,” Jimin commented with a knowing smile on his face.

Tired and contemplative, you cleaned up your spilled alcohol and bid Jimin goodnight.

Tossing and turning in your bed that night, you weighed your options. You had nothing against sex workers. You just never imagined you would be one.

Sitting up and looking down at your body, you thought deeper.

You knew you had a nice body, and you were far from insecure. You had had your fair share of relationships in the past, and you had learned more about your body and sexiness from your past sexual partners than you were ever taught in high school sex ed.

Tossing the covers off your body, you slipped out of bed and strode to Jimin’s room down the hall.

Knocking gently on the door, not wanting to wake him if he was already asleep, you hear a muffled, “Come in.”

Peeking your head into Jimin’s tidy room, you ask, “So, are you going to help me make an account or what?”

And the rest is history.

The next day, you quit your job and dissed your rude manager on your way out of the store you never wanted to step foot in again. You were elated to say the least.

Ever since that night when Jimin helped you make an account, you were constantly raising your views, subscribers, and likes with each and every video you made.

Like Jimin, you chose to wear a mask to conceal your identity. You were overjoyed to be finally doing a job that paid you well and offered you some fun, but the last thing you wanted to do was give any future employers the chance to turn you away because of your past.

Jimin and Hoseok were the only ones who knew. Jimin knew because he introduced you, of course.

Hoseok, on the other hand, found out the moment he walked in on you naked and fucking yourself on you fingers in front of a camera.

Aside from the fact that in the moment he had shouted, covered his eyes, and totally killed the vibe of your livestream, he was chill about it once you and Jimin finally explained it to him.

After you gained some rapport on the site, you were able to take control of your schedule. Unlike the nonexistent flexibility from the coffee shop you had worked at, your new job offers you more free time in your daily life. With this time, you were able to spend more time studying and completed the backed up assignments that had accumulated.

For the first time in months, you had a good, steady grade in your classes.

And with your improved schedule, you were able to set aside a reasonable amount of time for you and Hoseok to work on your project. No doubt the project would be grueling, but you were glad you had a dedicated student like Hoseok to work with.

“Now that I’ve explained the project,” you professor interrupts your thoughts, “I will be assigning your partners.”

You and Hoseok turn to each other immediately.

Assigned partners? She had to be joking.

“No, I’m not joking with you guys,” she answers in a monotone voice as if she predicted the thoughts of the students. The whole class groans.

The professor rolls her eyes, “Get over it!”

She walks over to the white board at the front of the class and tapes a list to the wall.

“The partner has already been assigned, so there’s no sense in complaining. I promise you I won’t change my mind no matter how hard you beg. Who knows? Maybe you'll end up meeting your future best friend or love of your life through this project...” she trails off.

The whole class shuffles hectically to reach the front of the class to see which partner they have been blessed- or cursed- with.

The professor raises her hand, “You may see the list after class is over.”

The class groans in unison again.

You nervously tap your foot and chew on your nails the remainder of class.

----

“Think deeper about society’s push for civil rights. It wasn’t an effort made by all Americans, the movement was primarily made by the “minority” group that were negatively impacted by the injustice. While we’re on the topic of “minority” groups, let’s discuss how ridiculous that name is considering they make up such a large percentage of the population…” your professor drones on.

In any other circumstance, you would have been fascinated with her lecture. But all that was on your mind was the assigned partners for the group project that would easily make or break the grade you worked so hard for.

The professor glances down at her watch, “Alright, I’ve tortured you long enough. Check the list and work out times you can meet with your partner. Class is dismissed.”

The second she finished speaking, the class rushed to the board to see their fate. Hoseok arrived before you did and nudged other students out of the way to get a good view.

He turns to you with a frown, “I guess it was unreasonable to hope we’d be paired together.”

Unable to accept the bad news, you pushed your way through the crowd and squinted at the list. Luckily for Hoseok, he had been paired with a diligent, quiet, but contemplative, mutual friend of his named Yoongi.

You, on the other hand, were paired with Yoongi’s douche of a best friend. Kim Taehyung.

Eyes nearly bulging out of your skull you tear the list from the board.

“She can’t be serious!” you cry as you reread the partner names again.

Gently placing a hand on your shoulder, Hoseok tried to calm you down, “I’m sure he’s not that bad-”

Whisking around, you slap his hand off your shoulder with your eyes wild, “Not that bad? You got lucky and ended up with someone competent! I ended up with the man who’s most likely too busy killing his brain cells with vaping and fucking a different girl every other day to even think about working with me on this project!”

Running your fingers through your hair, you began to feel overwhelmed with stress. Despite having just been assigned this project less than two hours ago, you were already certain you would fail.

You crumbled the list of partners into a ball and threw it over your shoulder in distress.

You had just climbed out of the hole of late work and anxiety over grades. Hell, you started filming yourself cumming on whatever paid best to stick up your vagina just so you could have the time and money to focus on your classes with no distractions.

“This can’t be happening,” you sighed as Hoseok pulled you in for a hug.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind you, but you remained uninterested as you clung to Hobi.

Your ears perked at the sound of someone clearing their throat to attract your attention.

“Looks like we’re partners,” a deep voice spoke.

Pulling your head from Hobi’s chest, you turned around in disinterest.

“Lucky me,” sarcasm dripped from your voice.

You weren’t going to lie, Taehyung was one of the most beautiful things you had ever laid your eyes on. Even if he was a gigantic ass with an even bigger ego, he did have the face and body structure of a god.

Unlike the rest of the rare selection who refused to sleep with him, you had no problem how many girls he fucked. Who were you to judge how many girls he slept with? You did cam porn for a living.

The only problem you had with his behavior was the way he treated the women he chose to pursue. Before he would fuck a girl, he would treat it like a game of cat and mouse. You had seen it enough times to know.

You suspected he almost liked the chase more than the sex itself. Sure, he would fuck just about anything that moved, but he loved the girls who put up a fight first before they would inevitably fall for his so called “charm” and end up in his bed.

If you weren’t so bothered with his misogynistic ways and self-centered behavior, you probably would have slept with him by now.

His eyes burn into yours, and you hate the way you find yourself on the verge of blushing.

What you despise most about your few past interactions with Taehyung was that you weren’t as immune to his charm as you wish you were. But look at him. Can you really blame yourself for feeling that way?

Well, yes.

But that internalized shame you felt in acknowledgement to the power he has over you doesn’t make him any less attractive.

He must have read your thoughts as your face began to flush, because a hint of a smirk finds its way to his lips.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Yoongi interrupts your staring contest, “there are other people who still need to see who they’re partnered with, you know?”

Yoongi snatches the list from Taehyung who never takes his eyes off you. His gaze descends down your body and falls on your legs. His eyebrows raise as his tongue wets his lips.

You glance down, and you’re met with your bare legs.

Why, of all days, did you choose today to wear a skirt? You couldn’t have worn pants? Jeans? A full body suit? Anything that would keep Taehyung from staring at your legs like you're a full course meal.

Unsure of how to feel under such an intense stare, you rub your legs together.

Taehyung smiles a bit at that.

Not the ‘genuinely happy, innocent’ smile, but rather the sinister ‘you’re falling into my trap’ smile.

Hoseok claps his hands together and breaks silence and tension.

“We’re actually paired together, Yoongi,” Hobi speaks confidently.

Yoongi’s face turns just as red as yours as he takes in Hobi’s words.

“Oh,” Yoongi mutters, too stunned to speak coherently and not willing to try in the fear he would make a fool of himself in front of Hoseok yet again.

“What are the chances, right?” Hobi asks and slings his arm over the older boy’s shoulders.

Yoongi looks like he could collapse at any moment.

Taehyung’s eyes met yours again and this cocky bastard had the audacity to wink.

Taking mercy on his tongue-tied best friend, Taehyung pulls his eyes off of you and turns to Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Well, we gotta get going. Jungkook’s class ended five minutes ago, and he’s not going to wait in the parking lot forever. C’mon, Yoongi,” Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of Yoongi’s face to get his attention.

Yoongi blinked repeatedly, as if just coming out of shock, a trace, or both.

“Y-yeah,” Yoongi stammered.

The younger boy tugs on his hand and leads the older, stumbling, love-struck boy out of the lecture hall.

Taehyung turns to you, “I’ll text you the details for when we can meet up for the project.”

You frown in confusion and shout as he walks out the doors, “Hey! I never gave you my number!”

He just turns and smirks, “I know.”

----

“Ugh, and you should have seen the way he kept smirking and shit. He’s such a dick, I can’t believe I got paired with him. How am I so unlucky?” You rant to Jimin as you angrily scroll through Netflix to find something for you two to watch for your weekly movie night.

“Yep, such a dick,” Jimin mumbles uninterested as he scrolls through Twitter.

You turn to him, “Oh! I’m sorry. Am I boring you?”

Jimin just laughs and keeps looking at his phone, bemused, “You can talk all the shit you want about him, honey. That doesn’t change the fact that you two are definitely going to fuck sometime during this project.”

Your jaw drops.

“Excuse me?” you shout, “I would rather never have sex again than fuck that piece of shit! You know how much I loathe the way he treats women.”

Jimin nods as if he expected your argument, “Babe, you don’t have to give up your feminist ideologies to fuck him. And I already know you find him hot. Hoseok told me about how you two were practically eye-fucking in front of him today, so there’s no point in lying.”

“I-” you stammer, “I was not ‘eye-fucking’ him! He was eye-fucking me! Because that’s how he mistreats girls!”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin turns to face you.

“Look, all I’m saying is that you’re hot, he’s hot, and you both like sex,” he turns his interest back to his phone, “It makes sense that you would fuck.”

Frustrated, you pull Jimin’s phone from his hands, forcing him to face you. He sighs and turns towards you with a bored look on his face.

“Taehyung and I are going to work on the project, and that’s it. We are not going to fuck. We’re not even going to have that moment where we look at each other’s lips like one of us is going to lean in and kiss the other,” you proclaim, “We are going to work on the project, and then forget the other exists.”

You pause for a moment.

“No, let me rephrase that. I’m going to work on the project, and then I’m going to pretend he doesn’t exist no matter what he does,” you finish.

Jimin snorts, “Yeah, sure. Why don’t you explain that to Taehyung later when you share nudes over text.”

You bristle.

“We will not-” you freeze, “Wait, how did you know he had my number? I didn’t even know he had my number until today.”

Jimin smiles, knowingly, “Well, duh, who do you think gave it to him?”

Punching Jimin in the shoulder, you get up from your position on the couch and stomp off to your room.

“Ah, c’mon! Where are you going? It’s movie night!” Jimin calls from the couch.

“Not anymore it’s not!” you yell, slamming the door behind you.

----

Following your skin routine, you stand in front of the mirror.

“Stupid Taehyung. Stupid Jimin,” you mutter to yourself, “Stupid phone number.”

Your complaints are cut short by a notification ping from your phone beside your sink.

Dreading the thought of Taehyung’s reply, you gingerly pick up your phone.

Fears confirmed, you’re met with an unknown number who you only assume could be from the devil himself.

[8:32 pm]

Unknown number: Hey, princess, you miss me?

You roll your eyes and keep him waiting as you wash your face and finish your bedtime routine.

Around half an hour later, you climb into bed with cool skin and brushed teeth.

Looking over at your phone on your nightstand, you groaned. Nevertheless, you leaned over, picked it up, and unlocked it.

[9:04 pm]

You: I have a name, you know, Taehyung. But if you prefer nicknames, I can just call you “stuck-up pig” :)

Convinced that your diss would shut him up for the rest of the night, you dropped your phone on the pillow next to you and turned over in your sheets.

Right as your eyes were able to close, you jolted when a notification from your phone went off.

Letting out a huff, you rolled over and grabbed your phone.

[9:06 pm]

Stuck-up pig: I don’t care what you call me as long as you're on top screaming it

You audibly snorted.

[9:07 pm]

You: excuse me while i gag

Stuck-up pig: gagging on my cock, right??

Your eyes widened. There’s no way this loser could be serious. How could he seriously say that to you?

[9:07 pm]

You: oh yeah all 2 inches :))

That ought to shut him up. If you learned anything about men from Jimin, it was that they always felt insecure when you made fun of their dick size.

You never quite understood it until one of your exes made fun of your boob size and you proceeded to punch him in the nose.

[9:08 pm]

You: look, this whole douche bag persona might work for all you other little fuck toys, but i’m not interested. The sooner we get this project done, the sooner i can go back to pretending you don’t exist

You clenched your eyes in frustration. You should have been happily on your way to sleep now. You could have been having blissful dreams of you and Hoseok being paired together on the project instead of you being paired with the walking, talking STD.

[9:12 pm]

Stuck-up pig: {image}

Stuck-up pig: remind me how many inches did you say again, princess?

You made the mistake of opening the notification.

Your jaw dropped when you were met with a picture of Taehyung’s large hand holding his grey sweatpants confined cock.

He must have been eight inches easy. And that was just an estimate from a low-quality photo with poor lighting. There’s no telling how big his cock was in person.

You could only imagine how pretty it was...or how good it felt... or how your mouth would water at the delicious taste of his cock as he fucked your throat-

‘Stop it,’ you thought, ‘this is what he wants you to think.’

The only thing holding your back from giving into him was the pressure of the project. You couldn’t afford to fail this class no matter how pretty Taehyung’s cock probably was under those sweatpants you desperately wanted to get your hands under.

[9:15 pm]

Stuck-up pig: aw don’t get shy on me now, princess

You were about to explode. Jimin always made fun of you for how easily affected you were by pet names. He never failed to tease you about it, even though you both know it was something you couldn’t control.

Taehyung was hitting all your weak points. He was breaking down your defenses. As much as you wanted to tell him off, throw your phone across the room, and go to sleep, you were growing infatuated with him instead.

You felt yourself growing wetter by the second as you stared at Taehyung’s picture.

It was taking all your willpower not to slide your fingers under the waistband of your panties despite how much your pussy was begging to be touched.

[9:17 pm]

Stuck-up pig: you don’t need to send a pic now, baby. But next time i send a pic, i expect you to be a good girl and share one with me

Next time? Next time? This was going to happen again?

You were barely keeping your composure now. Emphasis on barely.

Feeling hot to the touch, you felt like you could pass out at the power this man had over you.

Fingers shaking, you tried to clear your foggy head and type back a response.

[9:20 pm]

You: Tae we

You stumbled.

You: we need to work on this project

‘Oh, yeah, really handled that one well. Why don’t you just send him a picture of your soaked panties while you’re at it?’ you chastised.

You smacked yourself on the forehead in frustration.

[9:21 pm]

Stuck-up pig: aw, don’t tell me I got you tongue-tied, baby girl

Stuck-up pig: don’t you worry, i’ll break you down eventually. until then, meet me at my place on thursday at 8:30 pm to work on your precious project

[9:22 pm]

Stuck-up pig: goodnight baby girl, dream of me xx

Your brain hurt at this point.

On one hand, you're relieved you’ll finally get to work on the project. On the other hand, you doubt you’d be able to focus on the assignment when all you could think about was Taehyung’s cock from the picture he sent you.

Tension lessened now that the conversation was over, you let out a troubled sigh and dropped your phone on the pillow next to you.

Turning over on your back, you stared up at the ceiling.

How the fuck were you supposed to function when you finally were face to face?

----

The days dragged on as Thursday finally rolled in.

You frantically dug through your closet as Jimin laid sprawled on your bed.

“Jimin,” you groaned, “please help me find what to wear. I have no idea what looks good on me.”

Jimin avoided your eyes and stared up at the ceiling with an amused look in his eye, “You know, you’re putting an awful lot of energy into dressing up for this one man you claim you don’t care for…”

Grabbing a shirt from your dresser, you throw it at Jimin, “I don’t care about him.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jimin waves away your comment, “Are we still on for later tonight?”

You nodded absentmindedly as you held up two different outfits for Jimin, “Which one?”

He just sighed.

“Well, clearly we’re not still on for tonight if you’re going to go to his house in either one of those,” he pointed out, “There’s no way you and Taehyung won’t fuck if you’re wearing one of those. You two already can’t resist each other. Imagine how much more he’ll want you when he sees your ass in those tight jean shorts or plaid skirt.”

Jimin was exasperated.

He didn’t mind that you and Taehyung were most likely going to fuck. He encouraged it, really. He would encourage it a lot more if you two hadn’t been planning tonight’s joint stream for weeks now.

The plan was simple. You two were both successful cam stars with pretty big followings, and you two planned on raising that popularity. Tonight, you two had planned a joint livestream where Jimin would fuck your brains out for the camera.

Normally, a friends with benefits situation was entirely off the table for a friendship that had lasted as long as yours had. But normal friendships didn’t consist of two semi-pornstars.

You and Jimin had talked through it numerous times, and you both explicitly told the other that nothing was mandatory and comfort came before anything else. No matter how lucrative this stream could potentially be for the both of you or how much it would boost your popularity on the site, your friendship was more important than anything else.

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, “Look, if there’s any remote possibility of Taehyung’s dick in you tonight, we should postpone the livestream. I’m sure the fans will understand-”

You clapped your hand over his mouth to silence him.

“The only dick I want in me tonight is yours,” you reassure with a smile.

Jimin rolled his eyes and slapped your hand away, “How romantic.”

Tugging your shirt over your head, you begin to change, “Taehyung’s dick, no matter how tragic it may seem, will stay in his pants. It doesn’t matter how good it looked in that photo last night.”

Jimin shot up, “He sent you nudes?”

You laughed as you finished changing, “Calm down, perv. I didn’t get to see anything. It was still in his pants.”

Jimin chuckles, “Oh, yeah. You guys will definitely fuck. For my sake, can you fuck sooner rather than later? I’ve got a bet with Hoseok.”

Gasping, you turn around after you put on your bra.

Raising his hands in defense, Jimin just shrugs, “Every dollar counts, babe.”

An annoyed huff leaves your lips as you finish getting dressed. You spray some perfume on your neck and wrists. Gathering your things, you head for the door.

Jimin tuts and calls after you, “Better get going! You wouldn’t want to be late for your dick appointment!”

You just raise a middle finger and slam the door behind you.

----

From the comfort of your car, you stare at your phone to check for the umpteenth time that you had the right address.

Taehyung had to be fucking with you.

Students you recognized from campus were stumbling around the front yard, drunk off the asses. The house was filled to the brim with people and the music was blasting so loud, you felt the vibrations in your car across the street. Even with the house completely packed, more people were filing in every couple of minutes.

This is where Taehyung expected you to study?

You were a fool to believe Taehyung would actually care about this project. Anger and disappointment settling in about the thought of you having to complete the project on your own, you get out of your car. Slamming the door, you stomp up to the house party, determined to find Taehyung and tell him off.

Maybe your professor would take pity on you and allow you a new partner. Or maybe the heavens would open up, and she would actually allow you to join Hoseok’s group. Even if she just permitted you and Taehyung would just finish two different projects individually, anything was better than you doing all the work and Taehyung reaping the benefits.

Nudging your way past people, you make your way inside. When you finally enter the living room, you feel the pulsing beat from the speakers and see a sea of drunk students grinding on each other with red solo cups in their hands.

Groaning, you push past people in search of the stuck-up pig himself.

“Hey!” a familiar voice shouts over the bass.

You spin around and find a smiling, drunk Hoseok who pulls you in for a tight hug.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” he yells as he stumbles on his own foot.

A slight smile forming on your face at the sight of your drunk best friend, you reply, “I didn’t mean to. Taehyung told me we were going to work on the project, but he gave me this address. It must be some lame practical joke he pulled.”

Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows, “Or he wanted you here…”

You change the subject, “Where is he, by the way? I want to tell him off and then go home where I can actually hear myself think.”

Hoseok shrugs. “I think I saw him head upstairs with some brunette in a tight, red dress. I’m sorry he’s been such a dick though. I wish you could have been paired with us,” he refers to him and his partner.

He all but drops his drink as he grabs your arm, “Oh, and did you know Yoongi has a thing for me!” His question comes out as more of an exclamation. “He was totally staring at my lips when I was talking about our schedule for the project, and so I leaned over and kissed him! And guess what. Go ahead, guess what,” Hobi slurs.

Rolling your eyes, you indulge him, “What, Hobi?”

This time he doesn’t just almost drop his drink, he completely throws it over his shoulder behind him and grabs both of your shoulders, shaking you, “He kissed me back! I mean, he was nervous at first, but then I put my hands in his hair and pulled him in. And one thing led to another and my mouth was on his cock-”

“Okay!” you interrupt, “I get it! You guys like each other! Hobi, Yoongi’s feelings weren’t exactly a secret,” you scream over the shitty music.

Hobi drops his hands from your shoulders and tilts his head in curiosity, “Really?”

“Really,” you nod, looking around the room, “Hey, I’ll talk to you later. I really have to find Taehyung.”

He nods with a dopey smile on his face, “Alrighty! Just remember to use protection when you find him!”

You shove him lightly, “Yeah, speak for you and Yoongi!”

He just laughs and walks off, you assume to find his new boy toy.

Walking through the crowd of people, you spot the banister to the stairs and begin to climb them.

In your head, you ran through the things you wanted to tell him. When you finally got to the top of the stairs, you looked down the hall. Every door was open except the door furthest from the top of the stairs. Taking long strides, you headed for the door. Not bothering to knock, you fling it open and are met with a topless brunette straddling Taehyung. Seemingly unbothered, he looks up with a smirk on his face.

Meanwhile, the brunette screams and covers her chest with her hands. Taehyung makes no effort to stop her as she picks up her shirt and bra from the floor of the bedroom and scurries out of the room, tossing you a glare on her way out.

You meet his eyes again, your eyes squinted and brows furrowed angrily, “You’re full of shit. You know that, right?”

Taehyung sits up on his elbows and cocks his head to the side, “No need to get jealous, baby. She was just the appetizer. You’re the main dish. I was about to kick her out before you showed up.”

He gets off the bed and makes his way to you. Your eyes fall to his chest. Similarly to the brunette Taehyung was minutes away from fucking, he, too, was shirtless. He notices your gaze and his lip curls upward.

When he’s finally stood in front of you, he reaches out and grasps your chin, noticing the pronounced scowl resting on your face.

“Why the long face, baby?” he tsks.

You slap his hand away, “You ask as if you aren’t the cause of it! You almost had me fooled. What an idiot I was for thinking you would actually take me or this project seriously! I actually came to this house thinking we were going to get work done. And what a surprise to see you haven’t changed a bit!”

Taehyung looks at you indifferently.

Throwing up your hands, you decide to leave considering how you’ll never get through to him.

“You know what? I’m done. Fuck you, Taehyung. I’m going to ask our professor for a new partner first thing tomorrow. I don’t care if you get a bad grade. Hell, I don’t care if you fail the class. It’s what you deserve. And maybe,” you get closer to his face, “just maybe failing this class will actually make you give a damn about anyone other than yourself,” you spit.

His gaze intensifies as you get closer to him. Before you know it, his lips are on yours.

Your eyes widen, and you let out a gasp in shock. Taehyung takes this as an invitation to slip his tongue in your mouth. About to push him away, you feel his hands on your sides, caressing you.

Going against your instinct to knee him in the balls and push him away, you give into the kiss.

The grip on your waist tightens, and you let out a moan. Taehyung’s lips leave your own and move down to your neck. He starts sucking on your neck, and you're certain a mark will be there later. Testing his limits, his hands lower to your ass and begin to squeeze.

You were in bliss. You’d heard the rumors; you knew Taehyung was good. What you didn’t know was just how good he was. His lips were beyond soft, like silk on your neck. And his hands were working all sorts of magic on your ass. It felt so good, you almost forgot why you came over in the first place-

‘The project!’ you thought suddenly.

You opened your eyes and snapped out of the trance Taehyung had put you in. Bringing your hands up to Taehyung’s chest, you shoved him away from you.

Taehyung’s hands fly off you as the space between the two of you increases. Striding to the mirror above his dresser, you see the hickey begin to form on your neck.

‘Great,’ you thought, ‘another thing to explain to Jimin.’

You couldn’t tell who you were more upset with: Taehyung for making a move in the first place or yourself for giving into his shitty, misogynistic antics that for some reason made your brain hazy and knees weak.

Disgust in your eyes, you turn to Taehyung, “Feel free to lose my number. It’s not like I’ll answer your calls anyway.”

You begin to walk out of the room. As you pass Taehyung, he grabs your wrist. Ready to cuss him out with every foul word you can think of to describe him, you see his face. He looks… regretful?

Up until this very second, you weren’t aware Taehyung could feel an emotion like regret.

Taehyung’s eyes shift.

“I’m s-” he stops himself.

After what felt like hours but was a few measly seconds later he finally responds, “I like your skirt. Would have really liked to have fucked you in it,” he speaks in reference to the plaid skirt you chose to wear.

Rolling your eyes, you pull your wrist from Taehyung’s hand and walk out the door, not even sparing him a second glance.

If you had, you would have seen Taehyung’s frowning face watch you walk all the way down the hall and his palm reaching up to smack himself in the head for his ability to always find a way to say the wrong thing to the girl he couldn’t get out of his mind.

----

Pushing the door closed with your foot, you toss your keys on the coffee table and throw yourself on the couch with a groan.

After a few seconds, Jimin strolls into the living room, “You’re late.”

Squinting and cocking his head to the side, he walks up to your lounging form and moves some hair away from your neck.

He just sighs, “Hey, I don’t care if you and Taehyung fuck. I wish you would have chosen to do it literally any other night, but it’s fine. We can just postpone the stream. I wouldn’t want to be “double-dipping” you know,” he makes finger quotations.

You sit up from the couch and finally open your eyes, “We didn’t fuck. Actually, I never want to see that stuck-up pig again.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to pester you with questions.

You hold up your hand, “I’m not in the mood to talk about it.”

Instead of elaborating, you stand up from the couch and unbutton your shirt, “I just need your dick in me now, so that I can end this terrible night.”

Your best friend’s brows furrow, but he decides not to question. Jimin has been your best friend for a long as he could remember. He knew everything about you. He knew you liked to shut people out when you were upset, and he also knew that look on your face. And based on the look on your face, he knew you’d bit his head off if he didn’t drop the conversation.

Shaking his head, Jimin also tugged his shirt over his head. He held out his hand for you to take and led you to your room.

Jimin made sure to close the door as you sat on your nicely made bed. As you removed the rest of your clothing except your bra and panties, Jimin got the camera set up. Following your actions, he began to peel off his skinny jeans after he finished setting up the equipment.

He turned to you with a worried look on his face one last time, “You’re sure about this? I won’t be mad if you don’t want to do this.”

You nodded your head with certainty, “I just need to fuck my frustration away. We make some more cash, gain more popularity on our channels, and I get a distraction from that piece of shit named Taehyung. What can be better than that?”

Jimin looks uneasy.

“If you insist…” he trails off as he pushes the button to start the livestream, “We go live in 10.”

He walks over to your bed, handing you your signature mask while putting his on as well. Getting into character, you pull your mask on and tussle your hair.

“Ten, nine, eight…” Jimin calls as he climbs on your bed.

‘Fuck, Taehyung. It didn’t matter how good it felt to kiss him or how amazing his hands felt on your body. He was just a sex-hungry, lazy, inconsiderate dick who never cared about girls unless he could get in their pants,’ you told yourself.

“seven, six, five…” Jimin continues as he gets himself settled next to you.

You knew what you were telling yourself was true. Taehyung was- is- all those things and so many more negative qualities. So, why was he on your mind? And why did a small part of you wish he was next to you right now instead of Jimin? And why, for the love of god, was that “small” part of you not as small as you wish it was?

“four, three, two..”

You shook the thought out of your head. Tonight, you focus was on raking in cash, gaining more subscribers to your channel, and giving Jimin the best fuck of his life. Taehyung had nothing to do with any of those things. Therefore, he doesn’t belong in your mind….

If only it were that simple.

“One,” Jimin finished as the light beside your camera notified you had begun a stream.

Showtime.

----

Taehyung could sense his friends getting worried. After you had left his room and stormed out of the house, Taehyung hadn’t even looked at another girl with interest let alone fucked one.

The frustrated fuckboy sat on the couch in the living room downstairs with his legs spread wide and a drink in his hands. The party, much to Taehyung’s annoyance, was still going strong. If anything, the party had gotten more energetic since Taehyung came back downstairs.

Every ten minutes, a girl with a flimsy top or a tight skirt would come up to Taehyung and sit on his lap, looking for a chance to get fucked by the hottest guy at the party. Taehyung just told them off and remained uninterested. He even went as far as shoving a girl off his lap and onto the soft couch beside him when the girl refused to leave and tried to kiss his neck. The girl angrily huffed and walked away, the clicking of her heels following her footsteps.

Taehyung couldn’t believe how stupid he was. He was always a dick to girls, always down to fuck them into oblivion and getting bored after they dropped their panties for him.

And then you came along.

And for once in all his time in college, he actually felt something. And not because you put up a fight or made it a “challenge”, but because you were smart and passionate. He had barely talked to you, and he could already tell what he felt for you was different than the feelings he had for his fuck toys.

It had been so long since Taehyung actually felt feelings for someone beyond sexual attraction, he couldn’t tell if he was overreacting or not. He knew deep down that even if, by some chance, he was overreacting, the feelings he felt for you were too strong to ignore.

Unbeknownst to practically everyone, Taehyung had grown tired of his fuckboy antics. Sure, he kept fucking a different stranger nearly every night, but the feeling lost a lot of its appeal.

Part of him felt that he only kept up his persona, because he was worried of how it would make him seem to everyone else.

Taehyung had built his reputation as a sex god since the second he stepped foot on campus. He had been hiding behind that mask for so long, he had no idea who he really was. He knew people, especially women, would never be able to see him differently if he did give up his fuckboy attitude. Whether women wanted to fuck him or punch him in the nose for disrespecting them, they would never see him in a different light.

That’s why Taehyung kept up this act for so long. But if it was going to make him fail a class let alone miss out on the opportunity to feel real emotions with you, then why would bother living this way? Who was he trying to please? Because he certainly wasn’t pleasing himself...not emotionally, anyway.

Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook all cautiously approached a sorrowful Taehyung on the couch.

Looking between each other, they all silently told the others to initiate the conversation with Taehyung. It was often Taehyung was truly upset, but when he was, comforting him wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. Jungkook inwardly winces at the time Taehyung had punched a whole in their wall when he thought his parents were getting a divorce.

The three boys all look at each other before they all bring out a fist to play rock, paper, scissors to decide who would confront him first.

Namjoon loses and silently curses the others as they stand beside him.

“Hey,” Namjoon begins as he sits next to Taehyung, “uh- are you okay…?”

Jin and Jungkook mentally facepalm at how ridiculous Namjoon sounds.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Taehyung’s eyes don’t meet his friends’ gaze. He just stares into his drink.

“Well,” Jin interjects, “it’s when a dog doesn’t eat…”

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

Taehyung’s brows furrow and he finally looks up, “What are you talking about?”

“There must have been at least four girls in the past half hour who were looking to get fucked by you, and you turned them all down,” Jungkook explains.

The boy on the couch just shrugs, “I wasn’t in the mood. Is that a crime?”

“We know you’re not in the mood,” Namjoon prods, “considering you’re never not in the mood, that’s what we’re concerned about.”

Taehyung leans back further into the couch, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Silence falls over the group. The three boys want to comfort Taehyung, but they really don’t know how they’re supposed to do that when Taehyung won’t even tell them what’s wrong. They look among each other again, mentally deciding who should say something next.

Momentarily vibrating in his pocket, his phone gets a notification. He takes it from his pants.

@thedevilishangel is live with @busanbaby94!

“Thanks for the talk, guys,” Taehyung stands, “I gotta go.”

Before his friends could say another word, Taehyung rushes up the stairs to the nearest empty room that didn’t already house a couple fucking each other.

He makes it to an empty bathroom and locks the door behind him. He unlocks his phone and opens the app. He’s almost too upset about the situation with you to watch Angel’s stream. Key word being almost.

Although the stream just started, a lot was happening. Much to Taehyung’s surprise, there was another man with a similar mask kissing Angel’s neck. That stunned him, because she had never had a collaboration with anyone. He hated the way he felt envy creeping up on him.

Angel fell back on her pink bed as the toned man eyed her hungrily and climbed between her thighs. He lowered himself down on her, kissing her neck and stomach before trailing his lips down to her panties.

“You won’t be needing these anymore,” the man smirked and pulled the lace panties off Angel.

Even from the view of Taehyung’s camera, he could see just how wet Angel’s panties were.

What Taehyung would give to smell them.

The man, who Taehyung assumed was @busanbaby94, stuck his head between Angel’s thighs and began sucking hickeys as Angel cooed softly at the feeling.

“Chim, baby, please no more teasing,” Angel whines.

“Chim”, as Angel addressed him, tsked, “Be patient, kitten.”

Despite feeling upset less than thirty minutes ago, Taehyung couldn’t help but feel turned on. He pulled his hardening cock out of his jeans. Even when the real action hadn’t even started, Taehyung’s cock had leaked beads of precum into his boxers, creating a wet spot in the grey material.

Without any more delay, Chim buried his lips in Angel’s pussy and she let out a wanton moan. Whoever this Chim guy was, he was merciless when it came to eating Angel out.

Angel fingers dug into Chim’s hair and tugged on tuffs of bottle blond hair, “Oh, that feels so good Chim. Please keep going.”

She whined and moaned as Chim’s tongue worked on her. She withered underneath him, and he slapped her thigh, “Stop moving, and take your punishment.”

Punishment?

“You want to be with other guys, huh?” Chim asks cruelly, “Well if you want to act like a slut, you’ll be treated like one.”

He continues his attack on her clit as the comments pour in.

“She’s such a good little whore,” @sugardaddy97 writes.

“I’d give anything for a slut like that!” @bigdick93 replies.

Taehyung hurriedly types in his desired tip amount and request.

+400 coins from @daeguking!

“Spank her clit,” he demands.

Chim looks up from his place in between Angel’s thighs when he hears the tip notification, singling a request. He smiles darkly, “What a great idea.”

Angel opens her mouth to ask what he’s talking about when Chim delivers a slap to her sensitive clit. She screams from the pleasure fueled by pain. Taehyung groans with her and slowly begins stroking his cock.

“Oh,” Chim notes, “she really liked that.”

Chim resumes his work getting her off on his tongue. Angel’s getting close to her high as she begins to quiver more and more. Her mouth is left ajar as moans spill from her.

“I’m close, Chim, please don’t make me wait any longer,” she whimpers.

Chim sits up, keeping Angel’s clit stimulated with his fingers as he rubs vigorously, “What do you say, audience? Do you think she deserves to cum?”

The replies spilled in, but Taehyung had his mind set. If it were up to him and he was punishing her, she wouldn’t cum until she had been edged to the point of tears.

To the disappointment of Taehyung, the replies and requests from the audience believed otherwise. They all told this Chim guy to get her off. And so he did.

“You got lucky this time, whore,” Chim spoke and proceeded to ruthlessly rub her clit with his fingers until she was screaming.

“Ah! Chim I’m gonna-” Angel cries.

Chim guides her through her oragasm, “That’s right, baby girl, cum for all the viewers. Make ‘em wish they were the one getting you off.”

Angel’s legs shook as she came on his fingers. That Chim guy was right about one thing. Taehyung did wish he was the one making her cum as hard as she did. Although, Taehyung knew he could make her cum harder.

Chim sits beside her and gives his cock a few strokes as he waits for her to come down from her high. Once she has, he leans down and kisses her deeply as he slips his cock inside her pussy.

Taehyung can’t help but smirk as he notices his cock is much bigger than Chim’s.

Angel gasps as the feeling of Chim’s cock inside of her. He waits a few seconds before moving his hips against hers.

By now, Taehyung is fully jacking off. His hand is moving quickly up and down his shaft, and he feels especially hot whenever Angel whimpers or whines.

“You got me so hard, princess. Aren’t you happy you did?” Chim taunts, “You like my cock inside you?”

Angel just nods, so fucked out she struggles to speak coherently.

Chim slaps her bouncing tits, and Angel jolts at the feeling. “Answer me when I’m speaking to you!” Chim yells.

She opens her eyes and whines out, “Yes, yes, you feel so good.”

Sweat forms on Taehyung’s forehead as he moves his fist up and down his cock at a quick pace. He senses his oncoming orgasm, but he is determined to cum when Angel does. Biting his lip, he tightens his grip around the base of his cock, near his balls. He adds enough pressure to still satisfy him but not enough to get him off before he’s ready. It’s his makeshift cockring.

Chim grabs her chin and raises her head so her gaze meets his, “And what do you say?”

Angel’s eyes are completely hazed over with lust, “Th-thank you,” she moans.

Chim pinches her nipples, “Good girl.”

Taehyung is nearing his climax, and he suspects Angel is too.

The man leans down next to the girl and whispers just loud enough for the audience to hear, “Why don’t you put on a nice show for our viewers and cum on my cock like the whore we both know you are, huh?”

Angel breaks at that comment. She cries out as she cums on Chim’s cock. Taehyung regains the quick pace of his fist moving up and down his cock, and within seconds after Angel came, Taehyung is groaning and shooting spurts of cum onto his hand and on the sweatpants in front of him.

Taehyung didn’t have as good of a view of her pussy as he would have hoped, but he could see her clit twitch and her thighs quake. Angel’s eyes are screwed shut as the pleasure washed over her.

Chim grunts and pulls his cock from her cunt, jacking off a few times before releasing all over Angel’s naked body.

Taehyung desperately wished he could be in Chim’s place just once. Taehyung would have given his fuck boy habits up for good much earlier if he could have just fucked Angel once.

Covered in cum, Angel leans up from her place on the bed. She looks into the camera as if she were staring directly into the eyes of the audience members.

Taehyung moans at that alone.

Something about Angel has him feeling like a horny teen all over again. He knew for a fact that if he hadn’t held off his orgasm by gripping the base of his cock, he would have come almost embarrassingly fast.

Chim recovers from his orgasm and leans down one more time to kiss Angel who laughs into the kiss.

‘That laugh sounds….’ Taehyung thought, ‘familiar…’

Chim leans forward and sends a flying kiss out to the audience.

‘What a tool,’ Taehyung criticised in his head, ‘Obviously everyone was here just to see her.’

Taehyung just rolls his eyes at Chim and inwardly cheers when he finally leaves the frame.

How does a guy like that end up fucking a girl like Angel? Sure, he’s toned and attractive from what Taehyung could see from the mask, but a girl like Angel? Deserved much more than just mediocre sex. If she wasn’t being fucked senseless whenever she wanted by someone as sexy as she was, something was seriously wrong with the higher order of the universe.

Angel leans forward with a pleasure-drunk smile on her face, “Thanks for tuning into tonight’s livestream. Be sure to check out @busanbaby94 to see his content. Between you and me, the pleasure he gives in person is even greater than his livestreams.”

Taehyung doubts that, but he continues the video regardless.

“I’ll do another live next week. And, if I get enough requests, I might just have to bring another guest on here with me…” Angel smirks, “Until the next video, I hope you had as much fun as I did,” she gives her signature phrase and ends the live.

Taehyung sighs at the thought of cleaning up his mess. And he’s even more annoyed when he feels the bass of the music practically shaking the house and he remembers that in the midst of him jacking off, there’s a party in full swing downstairs.

Now that the live is over and Taehyung’s mind is cleared, he knows he needs to resolve his conflict with you. He felt bad even thinking about it despite the fact that it happened now over an hour ago.

Taehyung sighs and begins to clean up his mess. He wipes down the counter he was sat on and takes off his dirty sweats completely, balling them up in his hands.

He unlocks the door and begins to walk to the guest room where he planned to spend the night, too tired to deal with the sound and annoying girls that would swarm him if he tried to sleep in his own room downstairs.

Jin comes to the top of the stairs, “Hey, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you this whole time.”

Taehyung pushes past him gently and continues to make his way to the guest room, “Well, clearly you guys weren’t looking hard enough. I was just in the bathroom.”

Jin frowns.

Taehyung’s eyes soften, “I’m sorry; I’m just in a bad mood. I’m gonna sleep it off.”

The older man’s brows raise, “But the party's just getting started. These two girls got super drunk and started to make out with each other. I thought you’d love that…”

Taehyung just shrugs, “Eh, I’m not in the mood. See ya later, Jin. Make sure Namjoon gets home safe, and thanks for looking out for me.”

Not used to Taehyung genuinely caring about others, Jin stands there shocked while the younger boy pats his shoulder, walks into the guest bedroom, and closes the door behind him, effectively ending his night.

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Needless to say, you were exhausted after your livestream with Jimin.

You barely made it to the bathroom to haphazardly clean yourself off before you collapsed into your bed and began softly snoring as soon as your head hit the pillow. You’d have to wash your sheets in the morning, but right now you were too tired to do anything but sleep for a minimum of ten hours.

You were gently woken up by Jimin around 10 am. He informed you he was headed to the dance studio with Hobi to work on some choreography they had made together. You nodded and tried to return to your blissful sleep.

You must have tossed and turned for ten minutes before you decided your effort was futile, and you couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how hard you tried.

Silently cursing Jimin, you rolled out of bed and began your morning routine. Remembering last night’s activities with Jimin, a small smile comes to your face as you strip your bed of the dirty bed sheets and toss them in the washer.

‘There’s no way we won’t be in the top ten accounts of the site now,’ you thought as you applied the clean bed sheets to your bed.

Tying a robe around your body, you pad into the kitchen and make some breakfast. As you’re in the process of making coffee and reheating in your microwave some pancakes you had made a couple of days ago, a knock sounds at the door.

You roll your eyes and shout as you walk towards the door, “Jimin, how many times are you going to forget your keys before-”

You open the door and you're met by Taehyung. He tries his hardest not to, but he can’t help but look down at your figure, the robe leaving little to Taehyung’s imagination. You fight the urge to cover yourself more with the robe, unable to explain why, after all he has put you through, his gaze still sends a rush through your body, particularly to the spot between your legs.

“Oh,” you freeze, expecting literally anyone else in the world aside from Taehyung, “I thought you were-”

“Jimin, I know,” Taehyung interrupts, “I need to talk to you. May I come in?”

You look uneasy.

Taehyung rephrases, “I’ll be quick. I just…” he pauses, “I need to set things right.”

Contemplating deeply, you finally nod and step aside to let him past you.

After he’s entered your shared apartment, you return to the kitchen to your coffee machine, your pancakes long forgotten. Feeling awkward and desperately wanting to fill the silence, you wonder if you should grab an extra mug for Taehyung.

“Care for a cup?” you ask, trying to remain calm.

He nods simply, “Sure.”

You mirror his movement, turn, and stand on your tiptoes to reach the next glass.

Taehyung bites his lip at the view. Were you trying to torture him?

‘Stop,’ Taehyung told himself, ‘This is your last opportunity to resolve your issue with her. Don’t think with your dick for once.’

Eager to stop his brain from running wild, he strides forward to help you.

“Here, I got it,” he mumbles.

He comes up from behind you and easily reaches the glass from the shelf. Almost wishing you hadn’t, you feel Taehyung briefly brush against your backside, and it takes all your willpower not to moan.

Blushing profusely, you accept the mug he hands you, “Thanks,” you mumble briskly.

You move through the kitchen, mindlessly grabbing various creams and sugars for your beverage. You will say this, that barista job may have totally sucked, but it did teach you how to make a mean cup of coffee from home.

You finish putting together your cups after you ask Taehyung for his sugar and creamer preference and hand him his mug.

His brows raise after he takes a sip, “This is some of the best coffee I have ever tasted. When Yoongi makes a pot at our place, it tastes like dirt.”

Laughing a bit you reply, “I used to be a barista, and I picked up some skills.”

“I never knew you were a barista,” Taehyung ponders out loud.

Washing the finished coffee pot in the sink, you answer, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

Taehyung pauses when you say that, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You wave off his question and decide to change the subject, “Nothing. What did you want to talk to me about? It must have been clearly important if you came over to my place before noon. I would have expected you to sleep in after that obnoxiously loud party you threw last night. It’s a shock you didn’t receive a sound complaint.”

“We did,” Taehyung replies and quickly remembers what he wanted to talk about in the first place, “I- I wanted to say I’m sorry. I knew how important this project was to you, and I was a complete ass about it. I shouldn’t have texted you those things, and I really shouldn’t have thrown that stupid party after I invited you over to work on the project that decides our semester grades. I was a dick, and you deserve better.”

Not expecting his answer, you cock your head to the side in curiosity, “Where is all this coming from? What happened to the fuckboy who saw no problem with fucking a girl right in front of me when I barged into his room?”

Taehyung chuckled, embarrassed, “Call it a change of heart...?”

He rubs the back of his head awkwardly, “Look, I understand if you still want to try to change partners, and I won’t try to stop you. But if by some possibility you’re willing to give me a second chance, I promise I won’t let you down again.”

You thought it over for a second.

If it was any other idiot who had put you through this, you would have kicked them to the curb without a second thought. But this was Taehyung you were talking about. The man who, as much as you tried to deny it, you had been harboring some unexplained feelings for longer than you cared to admit.

You finally made your decision.

“If this is going to work,” you began, Taehyung’s eyes hopeful, “you’re going to have to swear to contribute at least half of the research and theories. There’s no way you can just bat your eyelashes and expect to get off the hook from actually helping me with this project.”

Taehyung beamed, “Yes! Yes, of course. I swear I’ll help.”

Smile forming on your face, you nod, “Alright, then. We can start working in a few minutes. Let me just go and get changed.”

You can’t stop the happiness from flowing. Did Taehyung really just hold himself accountable for his actions and apologize sincerely? Hobi and Yoongi weren’t very close before last night, but even Hobi had been able to tell you that sincerity was not exactly in Taehyung’s nature.

Practically skipping back to your room in joy, you picked out your clothes from your closet. Forgetting the earlier feelings of exhaustion you felt not even an hour ago, you rushed to the bathroom connected to your bedroom and started to get ready. You didn’t want to keep Taehyung waiting for too long.

Raising his cup to his mouth, Taehyung accidentally spills some coffee on his hands and shirt, “Oh, great.”

Taehyung searches your kitchen for napkins, and when he can’t find any, he begins to search for your apartment’s bathroom.

“Hey,” he calls out, “Where’s your bathroom? I spilled some coffee on me, and I want to clean it up.”

Too busy humming to yourself, you don’t hear Taehyung’s voice echo through your hall.

Met with silence, Taehyung opts to find the bathroom on his own. He walks down the hall and smiles at the framed photographs along the wall. Approaching an open door, he peeks his head in, gingerly.

Expecting a bathroom, his jaw drops at the room his finds instead.

Straight from his laptop screen, he sees baby pink bed sheets. Taehyung scans the room quickly, and his suspicions are confirmed when he sees the baby pink mask resting on your nightstand.

‘No way,’ Taehyung thought in disbelief.

There’s now way that the girl Taehyung hadn’t been able to get out of his mind and the girl who fucked herself on her fingers in front of an audience were the same person. Taehyung had really been infatuated with the same girl all from the start. It was too good to be true.

Not believing his eyes, he walked toward the nightstand and brushed his fingers against the soft,velvety mask. This all felt too real to be a dream. Taehyung hoped with all his might that he wasn’t dreaming. He turns and sees the camera setup for the livestreams he watched religiously.

‘I knew it wasn’t a dream,’ Taehyung told himself. Thinking back to the pictures on the wall and the man on your livestream last night, he put it all together. Jimin had to be Chim.

Humming your same tune, you open the door and nearly scream when you find Taehyung in your room looking at your camera equipment.

“W-what,” you stammer, “what are you doing here?”

With the mask still in hand, Taehyung turns with a smirk on his face, “I was looking for the bathroom, sweetheart.”

His eyes darken, “...Or should I call you Angel?”

You face pales.

“I-” you clear your throat, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Taehyung drops the mask on your nightstand and within two steps, he’s right in front of you. Your eyes shift to anywhere in the room except for him.

Grabbing your chin, he raises your gaze to meet his, “Oh, I think you do. I should know your cam persona better than anyone. After all, I am your biggest fan.”

He lets go of your chin and walks around your figure, still robe clad.

“And here I was feeling guilty for being so dirty with you, and yet,” Taehyung steps right beside you, speaking directly into your ear, “you’re just as dirty as I am.”

Eyes widen, you gulp.

“Yes or no,” Taehyung begins, “behind that shy girl act, you’ve wanted me all along,”

When you remain silent, Taehyung shouts, “Answer me!”

“Yes!” you practically squeal.

Taehyung gets closer to you, “And if I lifted up that robe of yours and felt your panties, they’d be even more soaked than they were on the stream last night.”

Face darkening to a crimson color, you mumble quietly, “Yes…”

Cocking his head to the side, Taehyung taunts further, “I’m sorry, little girl, I didn’t catch that. You’ll have to speak up.”

“Yes!” you all but shout.

Taehyung’s eyes meet you one last time for the moment of truth, “Do you want me just as much as I want you right now?”

Without a second to think, you nod your head frantically and speak, “Yes.”

That’s all the confirmation Taehyung needs as he pushes his lips on yours with fiery passion and intensity even stronger than the time he kissed you last night.

You reciprocate the feelings and move your lips against his. Your hands move to his hair and grip his scalp at the nearly overwhelming sensation.

Like last night, his hands drop to your ass before he mumbles, “Jump.”

You do as he says and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he brings you to your bed all while never breaking the kiss.

He drops you down on your back gently with a bounce and pulls his shirt over his head. You begin to untie your robe, but you stop and stare at the beauty that is Kim Taehyung.

You always knew he was beautiful, sure, but something about him like this before you made him that much more stunning.

Taehyung notices your gaze, “You know, I’m typically the one looking at you with that gaze.”

“Ha ha,” you say, sarcasm laced in your tone.

He smiles and climbs on top of you continuing your kiss. His slender fingers make their way down to the knot of your robe, undoing it quickly.

Once your robe is undone and pulled apart, he looks at your body. The only article of clothing you’re wearing is your lace panties.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this,” Taehyung groans at the sight.

You lean up on your elbows with a matching smirk on your lips, ‘Well, don’t wait a second longer.”

Taehyung takes your advice and dives into your neck, sucking and biting marks into your sensitive skin.

His hands trail to you your hips and peel your panties down your legs. A trail of wetness strings from your dripping pussy to the panties in Taehyung’s hand. As soon as they’re in his hands, he looks at them like they’re the second greatest treasure after you. What he does next makes your jaw drop.

He lifts them to his nostrils and takes in a deep breath. You swear you could have cum right then and there from how hot he looked.

“You smell ever better than I could have imagined,” he sighs and orders, “Take off your robe.”

You quickly lean up and take off your robe as he said to. And when you’ve finished, you lay completely bare in front of Taehyung as his eyes dilate.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember Jimin’s name,” he promises, recalling your joint livestream last night.

You chuckle, repeating his words from last night, “No need to get jealous, baby. He was just the appetizer, and you’re the main dish.”

He looks down at his hands again and catches you off guard by shoving you own panties in your open mouth. You yelp as you taste your own juices.

“That should shut you up,” Taehyung leans back, admiring his work, “If you get uncomfortable with anything I do, tap me three times, and I’ll stop.”

Tongue unintentionally running over the wetness on your panties, you nod.

In awe of your body, Taehyung runs his fingers down your chest. He brushes over your nipples and continues to your thighs. He quirked an eyebrow as he noticed your reaction to his feather-light touch.

“I wouldn't have figured that a slut like you would be so sensitive,” he comments with a chuckle.

You try to reply, but your response just comes out as a muffled moan.

He brings his finger to his mouth, sucking on it gently. Pulling his finger from his lips with a pop, he drops his hand to the spot between your thighs.

You eagerly anticipate his touch after waiting what feels like hours for him to finally give you the pleasure he promised.

His free hand pushing your legs open, he brings his wet finger to your pussy, desperate for touch.

He finally makes contact with your needy cunt, inserts a finger, and begins thrusting slowly.

“Hmph,” you whine, demanding a faster pace.

He reaches forward and slaps your breast, satisfied with the way it jiggles, “Why do you think I stuffed those panties in your mouth, huh? Because I wanted you to shut up and take what I gave you like the good little whore you were for Jimin last night.”

You moan wordlessly as he adds another finger and begins to speed up the pace.

“So, what?” Taehyung questions as his fingers grow to a near brutal speed, “You’re a good girl for him and not for me? That doesn’t make Daddy very happy.”

Whimpering into the fabric, you begin to lose yourself from the feeling of Taehyung’s fingers.

You had heard rumors he had a daddy kink, but you couldn’t believe your luck when he confirmed them just now. You felt your pussy gush at the thought alone.

Muscles tightening around Taehyung’s fingers, he felt your orgasm nearing. He leaned down close to your pussy and spit, his free hand moving to rub the lubricant to your clit.

You felt like you were in heaven with his fingers rubbing your clit and scissoring in and out of you. You were beyond cloud nine at this point. You couldn’t imagine what it would feel like once you actually came.

Drool coming from around your mouth, you moaned and tried to get Taehyung to go faster. To your surprise, he actually listened.

His fingers felt like ice against your burning skin. He smirked as you whimpered and withered beneath him.

About to cum, you clenched your eyes shut, preparing for the bliss.

However, your eyes shot open when Taehyung’s fingers were removed from your pussy the second you were about to cum, effectively denying your orgasmic bliss completely. You looked at him, pissed.

“Oh, you didn’t like that?” Taehyung teases, “Well, I wasn’t overly fond of you fucking another man last night in this the very bed I’m about to fuck you in now. Looks like we’re both disappointed.”

About to pull the panties out of your mouth and tell him off, he flips you over on your hands and knees and groans at the sight of the new angle. Now he can see your juices running down your thighs and your cunt, glistening with arousal.

Taehyung purposefully puts you through a painstaking amount of time to wait for his cock as he takes off his pants leisurely.

Tempting him, you push your ass higher in the air for him to see, wiggling your backside for him approval.

“Very cute,” he delivers a hard spank on your ass and you shriek in shock, “but acting anymore like a slut won’t save you now.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s behind you and rubbing his cock up against your folds. You both let out moans in unison at the mind blowing feeling.

When he finally pushes the head of his cock in, your eyes roll back. If the head of his cock felt this good, you had no idea what the rest of it would feel like.

He hissed through his teeth and bit his lip, “Fuck, have you always been this tight?”

Before you could moan in reply, he shoves the rest of his gigantic cock into you, and your entire body is pushed forward into the mattress.

You practically scream at the feeling.

“Oh, Taehyung, your cock feels so big and good inside me,” you try to moan but instead it just comes out as gibberish.

Taehyung scoffs at your inability to speak, “Feel good, my greedy whore? I assume so with how tight you’re clenching around me.”

Lowering your head and pushing your back out more, you take the bliss Taehyung gives you.

His cock feels so big it could rip you in half. Your eyes droop at the incredible feeling of Taehyung pulling out of you completely and bottoming out again.

Satisfied with the feeling, Taehyung sets a rigorous rhythm of pounding into your cunt. The sound of his body meeting yours fills the room and is absolutely filthy. You love it.

“You’re not getting too comfortable, are you, slut?” Taehyung tsks, “Daddy can’t have that…”

Taehyung reaches out and grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs on it as he fucks into you.

Your body is completely under his control, and you love this feeling. Every one of your senses is overwhelmed with Taehyung, and you have no choice but to lay and accept the pain-fueled pleasure he is giving you.

Grunting, Taehyung leans to whisper in your ear, “Jimin could never make you feel this good. He’s known you for years, and yet he doesn’t know your body like Daddy does.”

Nodding mindlessly, you’re too fucked out to respond with anything even if you didn’t have your own panties shoved in your mouth.

Having grown tired of your wordless responses, Taehyung reaches toward and takes the saliva-soaked panties out of your mouth and tosses them behind him. He reminds himself to take them later.

“Tae-” you begin and are met with Taehyung squeezing your nipples tightly.

“What did you call me again, baby girl?” he asks with a dark chuckle as your body quivers.

“Daddy,” you correct, “I’m not going to last long at this pace.”

Taehyung coos, “Aw, my baby. That’s alright just cum on my cock.”

Not used to Taehyung’s sickly sweet voice, your brows furrow. Although you’re too focused on chasing your orgasm to question his tone.

Grabbing the sheets until your knuckles turn white, you begin to meet his hips with your own as you push back into him.

“I- I’m going to cum, Daddy,” you whine.

He leans forward and rubs your clit with the hand that’s not tugging on your scalp. That’s the push you need to go over the edge.

Your jaw drops again when your pleasure is ripped away from you yet again. Taehyung stills his hips against yours and removes his hand from your aching clit.

Frustrated beyond belief, an irritated huff leaves your lips.

Taehyung lets out a laugh, “Wow, you really thought I’d let you cum so easily? It’s a good thing that the school girl livestream you did was just an act. You’re not that bright are you, baby? You’re just a dumb little slut for Daddy’s cock.”

You turn over on your back and lean up on your elbows to face him, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You talk all this shit about making me feel good, and I haven’t cum a single time!”

Taehyung silences you with a hand on your throat, “Clearly I need to teach you some manners when you speak to Daddy.”

He shoves you down on the bed.

“Lesson one…” he trails off as he shoves his cock into you again.

The movement makes your eyes widen, and you’re even more shocked when he immediately resumes the vicious movement of his hips.

His cock slams mercilessly into your sopping cunt, and all you can do is whine and moan incoherently.

“Who’s making you feel this good, hm?” Taehyung questions as he fucks you.

“Y-yo.” you stammer.

Taehyung raises a hand and strikes your clit with three open fingers, sending a ripple through your body and a scream from the back of your throat.

“Y-you are, Daddy!” You shout as your legs quake.

“Damn right I am,” Taehyung grunts as his hips stutter, indicating his oncoming orgasm.

You’re more desperate to cum than you have ever been in your life. Tears build in your eyes at the blinding pleasure you feel. Taehyung notices this and tightens his grip around your neck at the sight. The restricted oxygen only makes your eyes water more.

“Aw, would you look at that? My baby wants to cum so badly, she’s crying,” Taehyung mocks with a sadistic smile on his face.

Still keeping his hand on your throat, he brings his free hand to your cheek and collects a tear on the pad of his finger. Then, he brings the tip of his finger to his lips, sucking off the salty liquid. Your eyes dilate and your face flushes profusely.

After he’s sucked his finger clean, he drops his hand to your sensitive clit.

“Want more pleasure, baby?” he questions with an evil glint in his eye, “Be careful what you wish for…”

He starts rubbing your clit at a speed that makes you see double.

“Yes! Fuck yes, Daddy. Please, I’ve been so good. Please let me cum,” you cry out.

Taehyung’s brows furrow as beads of sweat drip down his face, “Not yet.”

The tears stream freely down your face at this point. Although you felt yourself embellishing the tears, because you could sense how turned on it made the man on top of you.

“I can’t hold it anymore,Daddy!” you bawl.

Taehyung releases your neck and opts to play with your nipples as he grunts, “Go on, cum for Daddy.”

He feels your cunt squeeze his hard cock as your orgasm crashes on you. You bit your lip so hard, he was sure it would bleed. Similarly to in the livestreams he was obsessed with, you clenched your fists in the bed sheets, and your toes curled.

“Thank you, Daddy! You wept as you reached your high.

You felt euphoric. Never in your life had you cum so hard. Not even Jimin, whose body was also chiseled and sculpted by gods, could bring you this much pleasure. You’d never let Taehyung hear you say this, but you had cum at least ten times harder after he had delayed and denied your orgasms.

Taehyung reaches his high shortly after you, he moans and pulls out just in time to cum all over your chest, some ribbons of cum even landing on your chin.

He groans and falls beside you on the bed. A moment passes, and he looks over at you just in time to see you scoop some cum off your chest with your finger and place it in your mouth, humming at the salty taste.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Taehyung concurs, “We just finished fucking, and you’re already determined to get me hard again.”

You let out a laugh and lay beside him, beat.

Turning your head, you look over at him, “You weren’t kidding, right? You are actually going to help me with the project?”

Taehyung nods, “I promise.”

You pause for a second before smirking, “I never knew you watched my shows.”

Laughing, Taehyung’s cheeks turn a bit pink, “Could you blame me? You’re ridiculously hot.”

Scoffing at his response, you gather your strength and straddle his lap, “If I’m so ridiculously hot, then maybe you wouldn’t mind going another round?”

You’re joking, but Taehyung shakes his head, absolute.

“No can do,” Taehyung replies, “We’ve got a project to finish.”

Jaw dropping and eyes widening, you laugh, “Oh so now you wanna work on the project.”

Taehyung clutches his heart, jokingly, “What can I say? You inspired me.”

You two are interrupted by Jimin laughing outside the door and Hoseok groaning.

“I won the bet, Hoseok, you owe me twenty bucks.”

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there u go <3

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effortlessly pt. 10 || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly (the finale) pairing: jungkook x reader words: 4.0k genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut some chapters notes: ;u; patience is key, epilogue coming out soon! p.s. hope you guys stay for my next jungkook series! ;u;

series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

The seasons come by quickly— Autumn, Winter, Spring. Last summer had come to an end with you leaving the admissions office with a plan and an answer; a decision that was made up completely by yourself.

You’re grateful for Jungkook because he doesn’t probe you about your decision and promised to wait patiently until you’re ready.

Autumn comes around with its descending leaves from the now naked trees, filling the roads with shades of golds, reds, and browns, sparse in air, leaving every scene on your walk to school like a sepia photograph. It’s the season of football, pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice flavored anything, really, and Halloween. Then Winter approaches with a scare; a blanket of snow dropping over the school yard, the fields, and every corner of the entire city. Light jackets now replaced with thicker and longer ones, you can’t help but groan at the difficulty of tying your shoes with how stiff yours are.

“Ugh, why did I buy this again?”

Jungkook laughs merrily at the sight, mostly because you just look so small and cozy in your coat, struggling to reach down to your toes. He taps his thigh for you to place your foot, a grin stretching cheek to cheek. You comply as he responds, “Because it’s December, silly. You’ll be freezing standing outside wearing your little leather jacket that you think is going to make you feel warm.”

“It’s more of a fashion statement than warmth, Jeon.” He’s tying the laces of your Doc Martens, fingers nimble and cold, and thighs shivering from the remains of the snow that gets on his pants, the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his skin. “Well, you’re going to catch a cold wearing that thing around. That’s why you need this.” When he finishes, he drops your leg down, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head snugly. “So please don’t get sick because that means that I also have to play sick to stay home and take care of you.” Jungkook is effortlessly caring.

Jungkook hates the cold. Only because it takes away a location for him to swim— outside. But this year, he doesn’t seem to hate it as much. Maybe it’s because now, you’re his, and he can replace the time he dedicated to swim outside to spend time with you instead.

Especially when he gets to see you in the Christmas Village, mouth gaping wide with a bright smiling following after, face brightened by the colorful string of lights that surround you. “Wow,” Amazed, your eyes twinkle at the view. “Now this is something to talk about.” He hates himself for not taking you here every other year, the guys convincing him that it was too romantic for two friends to go to, but he can’t help but wonder what if he took you years before and learned how much he was in love with you earlier?

You spend the holidays at his house, meeting his grandparents and extended family while your parents decide to go on a trip to Hawaii. It’s become a tradition, really, your parents ditching the whole family bonding thing, and you spending that time with Jungkook’s family instead.

His mom loves you. Although your sleepovers have slowly become stagnant because of her suspicion of you guys doing more than just movies and sleeping, she wouldn’t want anyone else to be with her son other than you.

The Jeon’s have everything set for the holidays; from the tree with presents pleasantly wrapped placed intricately underneath, to the decoration that drapes the fireplace, to the strings of tinsel and garland that cascades down the staircases, and the wreath that hangs on the front door. Ms. Jeon is obsessed with Christmas and favors nothing more, perfecting the holiday over the years for her family... well, mostly herself.

Even though Jungkook spends day and night complaining about his mom, telling her that she’s dedicating too much money and time for this ‘stupid holiday,’ he’s still the best son and tends to her every need. When she struggles in the kitchen, he’s already by her side, asking her what she needs a hand in. Or when she can’t reach a portion of the tree while decorating, there’s an annoyed expression on his face but he utilizes his towering height to help her get those spots. Jungkook is effortlessly a family man.

“So, Jungkook, I heard you got into University?” His cousin, Sooyeon, asks. She is several years older than the two of you, almost completing her undergraduate degree. “I did! I got in with an athletic scholarship.” He’s genuinely happy, the way he shares this information, like he’s finally proud of himself and how far he’s gotten in life. The obstacles he’d overcome, the effort he had invested into the sport—they all were worth it in the end. Jeon Jungkook was reaching for his dreams.

It’s New Year’s Eve and Hoseok is hosting another party.

Underaged drinking is almost a rite of passage before entering University, and although you aren’t much of a rule breaker, it feels like something you need to do. Break out of your shell, despite the discomfort of knowing the consequences because once you get into college, none of this was going to be the same anymore. You won’t get to see Hoseok standing on the table, hollering out and swaying along to the song that plays. Jimin won’t be complaining about girls who reject him constantly. Yura won’t be there to call you out on your actions. And Jungkook, whilst he promises to stay by your side forever, there’s a possibility that it won’t happen.

“You look so pretty tonight.” Jungkook compliments you in a slur, cheeks rosy from the alcohol. You look down at your current attire; a silver sequined satin cami paired with a black leather jacket and jeans. Glancing up at the boy, you laugh at the sight of his cheeks, hand reaching up to pinch them. “You think so, Jeon?”

“If I’m being honest, I think you’re always pretty.” He hums against your hand, turning his face to give it a peck. “And I’m happy I get to be here with you. I hope you never go, and I hope nothing comes between us. It’d be nice, you know, if we...” He drifts off, mind fogging with thoughts that made him giddy because he’s giggling incessantly.

“If we what, love?”

“If we got married. Then we’d be best friends then high school sweethearts that made it.” Jungkook’s words soar you to the moon. He shares the same dream, whether or not it happens.

When the clock strikes 12, in spite of his current intoxication, he doesn’t forget you. Cupping your face in his large, warm hands, lips puckering up, he smooches you all over, laughter erupting from you. Jungkook is effortlessly a happy virus.

“Has Jungkook asked you to prom yet?”

“What?” Skimming through the pages of your notebook while in homeroom, you’re only half paying attention to anything Yura is saying. You’re on a mission to find something and even Yura can’t stop you.

Winter is still lingering, mostly waiting for Spring to make its appearance and nobody else is more excited for it to come than Yura. Only because it’s prom season, of course.

“Jungkook,” She reiterates, this time louder. “Jeon Jungkook? The love of your life? Is he asking you to prom?”

“Oh, prom.” Stopping at a page, your finger browsing through the highlighted and colored writing while furrowing your brows, focusing on the task. “Uh... no?”

“No?!” Yura exclaims, startling you out of your actions. She’s got your attention now. “It’s two months away. You won’t have enough time to find a dress or test out how your makeup is going to look and the shoes! What about your shoes?”

“Well, if it has your panties in a knot, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You regret telling her that because she does. Your comment during a time of not fully investing the entirety of your attention has brought you to this: a locker filled to the brim of red roses. There’s a card in the middle of it all, so you grab it, tear it open where in the sloppiest writing it says: turn around.

There Jungkook was, in all his beauty, standing in the middle of the hall with a box of donuts in hand, opened with the writing: i donut want to go to prom with anyone else but you!

It’s not that you hate it. No, you disgustingly love it, but you wished you had Jungkook all to yourself. He’s too great, and him standing in his uniform with donuts from your favorite bakery, you can almost feel the piercing glares from other girls down the hall. But he’s yours, nonetheless, and you didn’t wish for anything more.

Yura’s exaggeration on how long it’ll take to find a dress isn’t so much of an exaggeration when you’re shuffling through dresses in the department stores with her for the next two months, the quantity of gowns dropping by the hour. You’re grateful you found something just two weeks before the date.

Although you think the prom theme being “Hollywood” is the tackiest thing you ever heard— the sight of Jungkook standing outside of your house with both a corsage and boutonnière in hand with his hair styled back, black suit and tie with a white button up underneath, your breath hitches. He makes you feel like you’re in the presence of a celebrity; he has the ability of grabbing the attention from an entire room, despite leaning against such an old car in need of a new paint job.

In spite of it all, he seems in awe as much as you are. He thinks you’re gorgeous like this— like he’s the one who is lucky, not the other way around. You lean over, hair blown out and in a black gown that hugs your curves and compliments only the parts you wished for it to, wiping the little drip of drool that falls out the corner of his mouth. “You good, bub?”

“More than good,” he says, voice raspy. “You look... stunning.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jungkook is effortlessly handsome like this, and you wish you could keep this view all to yourself. But tonight is a time to be far from selfish.

You want to flaunt Jungkook, more than he wants to flaunt you, you convince yourself. Mostly because when you step into the gymnasium that’s fully decked out in decor, everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook.

“I think they’re all looking at you,” He would say, but you’re not stupid. Your arms are linked with a God-like man with a personality that represents it. He does nothing but help you walking in your unfamiliarity in heels, introduce you to some of his classmates that you’ve never met before, yet manages to dedicate enough time for just the two of you, dancing the night away, whispering sweet nothings into your ears before pressing his lips against your forehead delicately.

Jungkook wins Prom King that night while some pretty girl in your grade named Nayeon wins Prom Queen. He doesn’t devote his dance to her though, he apologizes and takes your hand instead.

When he takes you home that night, the only expectation you had was to go home, shower and change into your sleepwear and sit by the window sill to talk the hours away with Jungkook from across the way.

But it’s prom. So you drive with him down the shore, wearing a spare hoodie he leaves in the trunk of his car for days that get cold after practices, and holds your hand while you stomp barefooted in the sand. He’s so pretty under the moonlight, you take note, the way that it shines on the bridge of his nose, brightens the shade of brown his orbs are, and brings warmth into his smile and laughs when you share stories about your high school years.

The two of you make love in the backseat of his car with the sunroof opened, under the moon. Although it feels corny to do and such a cliché concept to have sex on prom night, it doesn’t feel that way with Jungkook. You argue that his car might not be able to take the constant movements, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He just wants to shower you with kisses and love throughout the hours that pass by.

When you come back to school the following Monday, Yura sits backwards nervously in her chair, staring at a letter that sits on your desk. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you gesture the piece of paper with your chin. “What’s up with that?”

“It’s... a letter, from Le Cordon Bleu. Pretty much to the equivalent to an Ivy League for culinary schools.”

Oh. Now you understand why the air felt weird. Quickly, you shuffle into your seat and slide off your backpack onto the floor. “Okay, well. What are you waiting for? Open it!”

She whimpers. “I’m scared.”

“Well, you told me to stop being scared and just do it. So, bitch, do it.”

While protesting, she does as told. Tearing the envelope open and the unraveling of the sheet of paper was nerve wrecking, possibly even more for you.

“I... got in.” Holy shit. “You got in?”

“Guess who’s going to France, bitch!”

It’s a reality, this sight of your best friend; the brightest smile on her face, cheekbones defined from the excitement in her. A dream she had, a dream that you never even knew had been a priority in her life, was coming true.

Whether or not it was jealousy, you were proud of her regardless. Yura was able to attain her goals before even graduating high school. After further research, you learned that there were many locations for this school, and her dream was to be able to expand her knowledge throughout all those countries.

You’re tired of hearing him talk about his plans for the future where it sounded like none of the routes included you. Jungkook goes on from when the sun rises to the sun sets about what he wants to do in life, where he wants to go, and where he hopes to be at whatever age. You could listen to him talk for hours like it's a song on repeat that you never grow to hate, but today, it felt inconsistent. He had all these things he wanted to do but where were you?”

“Where do I even fit in all of this?” You finally get the courage to blurt.

Jungkook’s forehead is creased in disbelief at your outburst. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” you start, fumbling with the fabric of your shirt, “you haven’t even mentioned me once. It’s like you’re also planning for your escape out of this relationship.”

He’s fuming. It’s been a while since he’s been this mad, especially since your last huge argument had nearly been a year ago. Otherwise, with Jungkook, there had been small disagreements that were recoverable but it feels different this time. “You don’t get to be upset with me for planning a future without you because if I’m being totally honest, you still haven’t told me what you decided that day you walked into that office, and I’m feeling rather insecure about whether or not you trust me!”

“Don’t hate me,” eyes glassy and voice wavering, your bottom lip is quivering, on the verge of tears of pure fear that Jungkook would resent you for your decision. “I told the recruiter to give that position away to someone else.”

“And why would I be mad at that?” He says, pulling you into his embrace, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry I lashed out. I’m glad you came to that decision, I’m glad you’re telling this. Even if it’s not on the sidelines of the swimming pool with me, nagging at me what to do. Because you’ll still be there to support me.”

Your shoulders slouch, still feeling guilty wash over you like a tidal wave. “I just didn’t want you to be upset because of how much effort you went through to get me there. To even get me that offer.”

“I didn’t do anything, love.” Before a tear can escape further down your face, he swipes it away with the pad of his thumb after he pulls away. “You did that all yourself. They found you, knew who you were, and loved you. I just led them to find you. So, what did you decide on instead if you didn’t take that apprenticeship? Are you attending another University?”

“No,” You respond abruptly, rubbing your head into his chest again, muttering your next words into the fabric of his shirt. “She told me that it doesn’t take away my opportunity to still attend University there. So I enrolled there as undecided.”

There’s silence between the two of you before he finally speaks up. “Undecided?”

You don’t want to face him. Especially if the expression on his face may show disappointment, and that’s the least thing you want to do to Jungkook on your list. “Yes.” You mumble. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I thought at least going to college and trying to figure out while I’m there would be at least a start in the right direction.”

Grasping you by the shoulders, he tugs you away to clearly see your face. Finally meeting his gaze, his face showed the opposite. A gleaming smile pulling on the edges of his lips with eyes that shine and sparkle underneath this lighting, you’re stunned by his reaction. “I’m so proud of you!”

“What?” Lips swollen from the crying, you pout, almost bursting out in hyperventilating tears because you didn’t want this to end before college even starts. “You chose something. You made a decision on your own, solely based on what you felt was the best for you, not because you wanted to make someone else happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” Jungkook is effortlessly unselfish because he wants you to be his personal coach, yet he’s telling you to do what you want to do. “I just want you to be happy. I’m happy if you are.”

“But... I should be honest with you.” He’s the one who seems uneasy now, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “I... not only accepted the scholarship, but they want to send me to the States for a couple months in the summer for training with Taehyung.”

You’re not stupid. What that’s code for is that there’s a chance they’re going to keep Jungkook there, offer him another University scholarship elsewhere in the States, and continue his training. How could they not? With the way he swims, his drive and ability to adapt to any situation, he’s desirable to any team. He might not be yours anymore, and as much as you wished you could keep him all to yourself, he’s Jungkook. Who wouldn’t want him?

You learned that ever since you met him. Jungkook is so wonderful, he’s meant to be shared, and everyone should know him. He’s the spark in your life that you never knew you needed until you meet him.

It only sucked because it felt like once you finally got him, it’s already time to let him go.

Yet when you see him standing by your side in the crowd of people in your class, on a large patch of grass that they call a football field, cap and gown in the shades of your school colors, you can’t hate anyone for wanting a piece of him. He’s only eighteen but he’s managed to accomplish so many of his goals in such a short span of time. He’s able to catch the attention of an audience bigger than the crowd at Madison Square Garden. He was able to swoon the majority of the female population in your high school. Jungkook did what even he thought was impossible, he did more than exceed his own expectations.

So when you’re standing with your diplomas in hand after throwing your cap in the air, the grin that’s glued onto his face does everything to your heart. How lucky were you to experience a first love like Jeon Jungkook?

There wasn’t much time left. Graduation is over, degrees now in hand, and futures that are waiting for your attendance.

It’s Summer again, the excruciating heat beaming from the sun’s rays reappearing, an entire year passing by since your confession to Jungkook. Although you’d rather be spending your anniversary in the next few days leading up to it, there’s a different occasion tonight under this familiar sweltering heat.

Jungkook leaves tomorrow at noon for America yet he’s procrastinating the remaining stuff he needs to pack for his trip. Well, he says it’s a trip, but you have a feeling that his stay is going to be longer than anticipated.

If you’re being truly honest with yourself, you’re scared. Eighteen, best friend/boyfriend who had been with you your entire life is leaving for the unknown. Your other best friend is leaving to pursue her dreams elsewhere as well, alone and without anyone to support her physically.

But you can’t help but think about yourself. What did this mean for you, someone who was losing the most important people in her life that were all going to hunt their aspirations, while you were just... undecided?

Laying in the field of grass, head resting comfortably on Jungkook’s arm while his other sits on his chest, the two of you admire the sunset in the midst of your silence. The hues of red, pink, orange, and yellow fill the sky, dancing and blurring into one another, gifting you a sight that you’re grateful to view with Jungkook. It was going to be a while before you got to see him again, and you’re hopeful that it’ll feel just the same.

“Three months,” He’d repeat constantly, every time he sees the pain in your expression. You both had gone so long without truly being each other, and now that you finally fessed up your hidden emotions, it’s hard to let go. “It’s only going to be for three months. Then you’d have me again.”

“But you don’t know that.” You’d say, heart tightening in agony. “There’s so much of this world that wants you, Jungkook. University is just one of the potential first stops. Someone is going to take you away, whether you like it or not. You just have too much talent and potential.” Jungkook doesn’t agree with you, but he doesn’t voice this. Not tonight, at least, if it’s the last time he gets to be with you for a while.

Just like the sun, Jungkook eventually has to go away. He leaves for the States with Taehyung to train for the summer, projecting that he’d be back in time for the fall semester to start University with you. Even through texts and phone calls you get from him, he can’t give you a date when he’d be back, but he misses you dearly. You want to stay hopeful that he does return, attending classes with you again, study-dates, meeting up for coffee afterwards, have lunch and dinner, and continue your sleepovers, maybe even find an apartment and move in together.

Yet again, Jungkook... he’s effortlessly Jungkook. The guy loved by everyone, yet has the hardest time loving himself. The guy who has such a promising future, one that’s almost a guaranteed dream come true for him. There’s no need for exchanges of ‘I love yous,’ because you know he does, yet you don’t want to hold him back, so you let him go. Whether or not he comes back for the fall semester, you’re not sure, but one thing you do know is that Jeon Jungkook will be your first everything, and your current everything.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkookxreader #jungkook x reader #bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #gyukultfics

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Style Check: Winter Package 2021 - Style 4

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And here we are, the crown jewel out of all the Winter Package 2021 looks--style 4 which many (including myself) have dubbed Dark Academia Bangtan. Whoever on their team came up with these looks and the location for the photoshoot? They need a serious raise and that employee of the month spot because this is perfect. Every single choice that was made is flawless and fits the vibes and the members as though all of it was created with them specifically in mind.

Even Seokjin’s slightly odd white and gray snakeskin boots are amazing and work perfectly when paired with that gorgeous long wool trench coat. I really like how oversized that coat is without swallowing Seokjin or him “getting lost” in it, how it instead underlines his frame and makes him look even taller than he actually is.

And their hairstyles? Those extensions on JK to give him a full on mullet, the slight soft curls on Yoongi, the magic they worked on Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and Seokjin? The kind of statement curl type style on Tae? Absolutely brilliant and fitting with each member bringing out their facial features wonderfully and highlighting their handsomeness in just the right way.

Let’s get into some details and I know I’m most likely (definitely) overthinking this but in my head I’d like to think the stylists took into account Yoongi’s shoulder and that’s why they decided on getting him that absolutely stunning (and surprisingly affordable) cape. It’s perfect and adds those witchy vibe to his look with that silver buckle and the turtleneck beneath it. And yes, okay, they’re all wearing black turtlenecks, but that’s besides the point. Namjoon’s jacket is gorgeous on him, a little oversized (in a very similar fashion to Seokjin’s which makes sense given that they’re from the same designer and collection; incidentally that designer also happens to be one I’d say Seokjin is rather fond of since he own at least five different colored tracksuits from them, lovely detail) and yet like it was made for him. In the Bangtan Style picture there’s a green detail but I can’t see it on the jacket in the actual pictures so that’s interesting. Overall these styles are beautiful and fit them amazingly, though I love how Seokjin is the only one who doesn’t match and thus he stands out, is a subtle focal point.

My favorite though is Yoongi with his cape. I’m a sucker for capes.

While at least some of the pieces on Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi seemed somewhat affordable, there’s really nothing affordable on Jimin, Tae or Hobi and JK (I’ll assume though I couldn’t find any breakdown of their pieces, a shame). Alexander McQueen is my favorite designer (though I won’t be able to afford any of his pieces in this lifetime) so my eyes immediately zeroed in on Jimin’s rings. Their designs certainly remind me of the singular pair of earrings that Jimin and Tae shared at MMA in 2019.

Now that I look at it, the ring might actually be the very same one as the one Jimin wore at MMA and thus likely also from the same collection as those earrings were. Very interesting detail and connection to be made from this.

The Chanel earrings are very Jimin and add a classy touch that contrasts very nicely with the more “edgy” McQueen rings.

I really enjoy the detail of the brown sweater (?) on Tae (I mean by now we all know how weak I am for Tae in shades of brown) since it adds a pop of color, other than Jimin’s hair. Hobi’s suede/velvet (?) jacket looks great on him and stands out since all the other members wear jackets and coats that reach much further down than just to about the hip bones. The scarf also adds a nice detail, just like the YSL brooch on Tae’s coat.

Overall I love literally everything about these looks, every single piece is wonderfully chosen and beautifully put together, very cohesive even with Seokjin standing out with a lighter trench coat. BTS in all black (or mostly black) are stunning, very classy and elegant, but here with the added air of something mysterious, something a little witchy--dark academia, really.

It’s curious how vastly different this style is from the other main three, but that makes it even better and stand out even more. No wonder this one absolutely made everyone go feral on sns. I mean, how could anyone look at these pictures and not go wild?

All in all the four different Winter Package 2021 styles are great in their own ways, lots of white and winter vibes, but style four is my favorite by far, which was likely very obvious with all the superlatives I used. Now that I talked about all styles, which one was your favorite?

If you’d like to check out my previous posts, here’s Style One, Style Two and Style Three.

#bts winter package #winter package 2021 #BTS #style discussion #bangtan sonyeondan #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #bts winter package 2021 #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #fashion #I'm sorry this one took so long

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To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 05

Chapter 5: 30 under 30

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Summary- After a bout of long distance our couple reunites for a weekend where they are both invited to the Forbes 30 under 30 celebration.

word count- 13k 😅

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers, angst (😱)

warnings- alcohol consumption, softdom!Joon, oral sex (f. receiving), orgasm denial, explicit sex, hints towards depressive mindset, overworking

a.n- new chapter? NEW CHAPTER! AND THERE’S ANGST?! I would like to point out that the Namjoon’s struggles in this chapter are in no way meant to reflect the real Namjoon’s thoughts. This is a fictional character. I use writing as an outlet to work through my own issues so the only headspace they accurately reflect is my own at times. If you relate, or need someone to talk to you, my messages are open - I’m here for you!

Thank you so much for the love you all have given this series so far! I’m loving writing this! Also, I’m still simping for this couple and writing the last two scenes was heartbreaking.

s/o to @moccahobi for beta reading! ily!

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

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“So how much do I have to bribe Sejin to let us be in the same room for the Forbes thing?” You settled in bed, wearing one of your boyfriend’s t-shirts, as you Facetimed him a few countries away, his scent making you feel closer to him. To say his comeback had him busy was an understatement. Since the night you two had agreed on labeling your relationship, you only had a few weeks together to cuddle, visit your favorite places, and argue philosophies of the books you were reading, before being thrown into a long-distance relationship. First, your investor meetings had you traveling from San Francisco to Seoul every few weeks and then he set out on the Asian leg of his promotions and mini-tour. The days that you were in the same city were spent staying in bed and ordering take-out (mostly jjajangmyeon to satisfy Namjoon’s cravings), alternating between his apartment and yours.

“Literally nothing? Obviously we’re in the same room! He’s not gonna stop me from staying with my girlfriend who I haven’t seen in like two months.” He looked tired, his brows creased as he massaged his shoulder. Your heart panged wishing you could be there to massage it for him.

“Oh. But what if we get caught?” This was not a new concern. Since day one, you had to ensure that all your dates were private, pretending you both were single at events you were obligated to attend. He had an image to portray and although it sometimes weighed on you that you always had a group of friends with you whenever you went out in public and that you couldn’t hold hands during your outings, you respected him too much to tarnish his career.

“By who? The room service guy?” He rolled his eyes as he now started to punch his shoulders.

“Yes, or fans who hack the security system. I remember some One Direction fans doing that.” You pretended as if some of those fans were not your old university friends. You don’t talk to them anymore, but you have to admit it was hilarious seeing a group of coders hunched over their computers to get access to grainy pictures of Harry Styles walking in the hallways.

“You are so paranoid. We’ll be fine, baby. Trust me.” He dismissed you with a huff as he finally let go of his shoulders and moved on to removing his makeup.

“Also, I didn’t know you told your company.” You both had decided to wait to tell BigHit about your relationship until you were done with this long-distance leg, opting to go in together to announce it. Neither of you wanted to go public so you assumed the meeting was going to be quick and painless.

“I told people who needed to know. Hyung included.” He shrugged.

“Aww, I was looking forward to sneaking around some more!” You joked as he carried his phone to the bathroom to wash his face.

“You’re annoying.” He whined as he put on copious amounts of skincare before dropping on his hotel bed like a brick. Looking at his bare face, his dark circles and tired eyes were much more evident. Tonight’s show must have been really hard on him.

“Aw, do you miss me, baby?” You cooed, hoping to make him laugh. You wanted to hug him, cuddle with him as the little spoon as you usually did when he had a hard day, but all you could do at the moment was make jokes and hope that was enough. Shit, you missed him.

“I always miss you. Phone sex sucks.” He sighed, making himself comfortable among the pillows.

“I knew it! You only like me for the sex.” Just give me one laugh Namjoon, come on. A chuckle, anything!

“Yes and your sexy brain, pretty girl.” He laughed lightly as he stared at you through the screen, the longing in his eyes mirroring yours.

“Hey! That’s my line!” You giggled, relieved to see the crease between his brows finally disappear.

“Fuck! Three more days!” He said excitedly, shaking the phone in his hand making him look more like a crazed anime character with his new pink hair and lopsided glasses than your boyfriend.

“Three more days!” you squealed.

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Your body ached from the thirteen-hour flight as you walked through the lobby of the Metropolitan Detroit hotel with Siwon. Grateful for how organized Namjoon’s company was, you seamlessly checked in and made your way to your suite, dropping off your stuff before meeting Siwon at his to go over the weekend itinerary. Even though you knew he was still in the air since the boys and his flight wasn’t due to land for another five hours, you texted him your safe arrival.

Over the past four months since the gala, Jiyoung’s hard work had started to pay off. You were no longer an unknown entity controlling a company; you were now an “influencer entrepreneur”. Your personal social media, now closely tied to the company, showcasing not only usual photos of you at museums and galleries (courtesy of Namjoon’s camera) but photos of you in boardrooms and speaking at events (courtesy of Siwon’s camera). You had significantly surpassed your corporate accounts in followers over a month ago, with a steady stream coming in after your interview in a fashion magazine of all things (apparently your “street style” was deemed a breath of fresh air for businesswomen) and another stream coming in when you were invited to this year’s class of Forbes 30 under 30.

Although you usually didn’t care for flashy awards such as this, Jiyoung had worked overtime on your nomination and the fact that you were one of the ten people invited from Korea made you pretty happy. The coverage and clout that came with your invite had made you a role model for young female entrepreneurs and that was something you were actually proud of. When you started out there were barely any female mentors and you wanted to change that, give back to other young women running their own ventures. You were excited to meet women around your age who you could relate to this weekend. This was one of the first years that there were this many women invited, making up almost 40%, and your extroverted self was buzzing. Of course, an added bonus was that out of the ten winners from Korea, one was your boyfriend and six were his bandmates, who were slowly but surely becoming your close friends as well. You had been looking forward to this weekend since it was announced a month ago.

Arriving at Siwon’s room you ordered some lunch and planned out the weekend. Tonight was a free night where you could explore the city and the pre-festival activities, although to be honest after almost two months apart, the only thing you’d be exploring tonight was your boyfriend. Tomorrow would be a brunch meet for all the winners followed by a gala in the evening filled with dancing, dinner, and drinks. Then the next day was the festival, which you were still undecided about wanting to attend or not.

“Honestly, it’s up to you. It seems pretty useless to attend if you want to hang out with Namjoon instead.” Siwon offered as you both started on a pro-con list for reasons to attend.

“I don’t know. What if there are some big clients we could get?” Although you missed him dearly, there was no way you could forgive yourself if you let your heart cloud your judgment.

“Yes, we can definitely teach Detroit some English.” Siwon rolled his eyes. “Most of the companies here are tech companies, too small for our caliber. Take a break. This month’s been tough.”

As much as you wanted to disagree with Siwon, he wasn’t wrong. This past month has probably been the toughest month for you in terms of deadlines and stress in the past two years. With the added pressure of maintaining a public persona, your days at the office had stretched from the usual ten hours to sixteen. Most of the time you would be holed up at your desk going through proposals or stuck in meetings with your board as you planned strategies after strategies for expansion into Japan only to get shut down and asked to reassess by one or multiple of them. On top of that, your evenings were booked with conferences where you were invited to speak, given your new spotlight. Most times when you reached home you barely had the energy to change as you fell into bed, falling asleep under ten minutes, usually with Namjoon on the phone as he went through similar motions. You were stressed. Even this short trip was cutting into your time and although you had made good use of the plane’s wifi to work, there was still one proposal that you would have to finish sometime this weekend. Suddenly, the idea of not going to the festival was looking better, so you relent to Siwon as you bid him goodbye and make your way back to your room.

After a quick shower, you decided to work on the proposal before Namjoon arrived but soon as you sat on the desk typing away, the exhaustion of the day caught up with you, and with your head on the table, you drifted to a dreamless sleep.

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Namjoon hadn’t been this excited in a long while. He could barely focus on the conversation in the car as he followed the little blue dot on his phone that was showing the way to the hotel. He had texted you as soon as he landed but you hadn’t responded and he was getting a bit antsy.

“Namjoon! Are you paying attention? Hey! I’m talking to you!” He begrudgingly looked up from his phone to see Jin pouting at him annoyed that he missed his comment. He rolled his eyes at him as he launched into a rant about him never listening to his stories. How Jin had this much energy after a twelve-hour flight was lost on him.

“Let him be. He’s just excited to see Y/N.” Yoongi spoke, not even bothering to open his eyes. Although Namjoon was glad that Yoongi had his back, he wished he hadn’t said anything because suddenly everyone forgot about their long flight and started cooing. He felt himself get annoyed as their teasing increased but he couldn’t help the goofy grin that made its way to his face. He couldn’t be mad at them, they all had people at home they were missing, and he was lucky that unlike them he could get a break from missing you and actually hold you in his arms. He wouldn’t tell you but initially, his company had decided to send in their regrets for this event but he may or may not have convinced them to move the shoot for their new music video that was taking place in Los Angeles to next week so they could be here this weekend. If he had to just see you through his screen for another month he was going to go crazy. If it was up to him he would not leave your side at all the next three days.

Namjoon had to restrain himself from sprinting to his room as soon as he was handed the key card. He barely noticed a few of his members following him as he opened the door to spy you hunched over the desk in the corner of the large room, your laptop displaying multiple pictures of your friends and the both of you together. He figured you were asleep but he couldn’t wait to gently wake you up as he usually did, instead opting for screaming a loud “baby” and running to hug your sleeping form.

What he didn’t expect was for you to wake up so startled that you scream and elbow him in the ribs making him stumble backward till his butt met the floor, much to the entertainment of Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook who were cackling in the background.

“Oh my god! Joon?” He could see your face go from confusion to recognition and then into one of the most beautiful smiles he had seen as your puffy eyes go wide. “Joonie!”

You launched yourself from your chair into his arms as you collapsed on top of him in something between a hug and a cuddle as both of you fell to the floor erupting in giggles. Your scent enveloped him and he could feel himself getting delirious. He didn’t know whether it was the long flight or the long-distance but his heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest. He hadn’t been this happy in a long while.

“I missed you!” He exclaimed as he peppered aggressive pecks on top of your head, his arms around your shoulders tightening, making you squirm and laugh. Above you the maknaes squealed a chorus of “cute!”, cooing loudly.

“I missed you more!” You countered, grinning into his chest, before attempting to get up only to be pulled in tighter after Namjoon’s whine. “Babe, we have the whole weekend!”

“Hey! We missed her too! I want a hug!” Jimin mock yelled at Namjoon, who was now sitting up with you on his lap, still not letting you go.

“No. Get your own Y/N.” He pouts, placing a kiss to your shoulder as you giggle. You hadn’t seen this cute clingy side before and you were sure you had heart eyes. Ignoring his whining you managed to wriggle yourself out of his grip and stood up, greeting the boys. You barely talked for five minutes before Namjoon got impatient again and suggested “as their leader” they go rest after the long flight. You all made plans to meet up for dinner and drinks later that night to properly catch up.

You waved bye to the boys as Namjoon pushed them out the door, ignoring their groans. As soon as the door was closed, he grabbed you by the waist, his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was hungry, all tongues, teeth, and desperation. Your arms went around his neck, fingers pulling at his hair as his hands moved lower, groping your ass in an attempt to pull you even closer, grinding against you and making you moan into the kiss. Soon Namjoon was pinning you against the wall, his hands roaming all over your body as yours do on his.

“Missed my pretty girl,” Namjoon says after a few minutes, beaming and panting, his forehead against yours, his hand caressing your sides. Hearing your favorite nickname makes you melt. Even though his heart is beating a mile a minute, heat encasing his body, he hasn’t felt this relaxed in months. Just being in your presence puts him at ease.

“I really missed you.” You reach up to kiss him again, slower this time allowing yourself to relish him after being deprived for so long. He returns the kiss just as tenderly, making your heart melt in your chest as he cups your face, thumbs running over your cheeks. Even though things had started heated, this is what you truly missed, just being in each other's presence.

When you break the kiss, he lifts you up bridal style as you squeal, your arms automatically going around his neck. He grins at you, making you feel the same butterflies you had when you first met him as you poke his dimples, and he carries you to the bed, gently placing you among the pillows before kissing you again.

He was on top of you as you kissed, and you had almost forgotten what it felt to have him there with you as your tongues wrestled, his weight cushioning you to the mattress. Your hands reached the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards till he sat on his knees to remove it, looking at you with his signature smirk as you ran your hands up his body, feeling the contours of his muscles, enjoying the way his chest flexed under them. That is until his smirk turned into one of the biggest yawns you had ever witnessed.

“Am I boring you, Joonie?” You saw his face flush as he looked at you sheepishly before leaning back over you and kissing your lips before moving on to your jaw.

“I read somewhere that yawns are just your brain's way of getting more oxygen” He whispered while gently kissing your neck, making you moan, as his hands moved under your shirt, roaming over your chest. “And all my blood’s somewhere else now so it makes sense” He kissed your ear, making you giggle.

��Wow your dirty talk sure has gotten scientific.” You couldn’t hold back your laughter as you processed what he had just said, your moans turning into cackles. He nipped at your ear as he leaned up to look at you, a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m out of practice!” He shrugged and pretended to glare at you but it only lasted a few seconds before he started laughing again because this time it was you who was yawning. Somehow the earlier sexual tension fades into comfort as you both get caught into a yawn loop.

“Maybe we should just nap first” you suggest pulling him back to you as you peck his lips.

“I do feel like I do better when I’m well-rested.” He lays on his side pulling you into him, one arm under your head and one around your waist. You hum in approval as you cozy up into him. You kiss as you slowly doze off, the adrenaline of your reunion wearing off into a soft glow of contentment.

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“Y/N! You have to call me oppa. We’re close enough! Stop calling me Mr. Seokjin!” You rolled your eyes as Jin yelled from the couch across from you. You had hung out with him quite a few times and every time he got drunk he insisted on making you call him by the term of endearment. You didn’t mind the term, in fact you called all your older male friends by it since moving to Korea, but riling up Jin till he started rapping was too funny an opportunity to pass up.

“I can just call you Jin instead if you hate Mr Seokjin?” you smirked as the room around you burst into giggles. You were sitting on the couch in Hoseok’s room, leaning into Namjoon, his arm around your shoulders as he sipped his beer, shaking his head at your antics. After you and Namjoon had become official, you had made it a goal of yours to get to know most of his friends, as he had with yours. Before being separated, you would go out for dinners with your combined friends, and hearing them say they missed you warmed your heart.

The first time you had had drinks together you had introduced them to King’s cup, one of your favorite drinking games from university, and their penchant for petty competitiveness and gross punishments made the game and you a regular occurrence whenever a few of you had free time together. In fact, Jungkook was so into it that he brought a deck of cards on tour to carry on the tradition, even though you had shown him multiple apps that could do the same. The same deck of cards was the one sprawled around the cup filled with Taehyung’s strawberry daiquiri, Siwon’s IPA, and Yoongi’s whiskey on the coffee table. No one was looking forward to pulling the next king card.

The room was a bit crowded, filled with people. Although dinner was just you and the boys catching up, everyone had decided to invite the boys’ stylists and managers, as well as Siwon, for drinks. Hoseok had lost the game of rock, paper, scissors so he was made the begrudging host.

“I’m older than you. You can’t call me just Jin!” he pouted, red cheeks puffed and arms crossed across his chest.

“Yeah by five months!” This is how this argument always went. It was pretty much scripted at this point, as evident by Taehyung who was gleefully mouthing the words before they even came out of your mouths. He’ll argue that Yoongi still called him hyung, you’d retort that’s because Jin forced him and that he was dumb for following through, Yoongi would then interrupt saying that he was still one month older than you and you’d rile up Jin more by calling Yoongi oppa the rest of the night while he would complain about you disrespecting Korean culture and you’d annoy him by telling him that he was disrespecting Canadian culture by not letting you use just his first name. You’d finally relent after seeing him stew only to pick up the same argument the next time you all drank together.

“Stop arguing and pick a card!” Hoseok whined, his sweet demeanor slowly phasing into his zombie persona with each sip of his drink. You loved hanging out with him but the man could not handle his alcohol. Namjoon kind of felt bad that Hobi was the host. He would normally offer him his bed once he inevitably passed out but Namjoon had other plans for his bed once this party was over.

Jin obliged as he picked up a card, careful not to break the circle lest he was forced to down his concoction of mini bar liquor and fruit punch. He picks up a jack, requiring him to start a game of Never Have I Ever.

“Alright, never have I ever disrespected Kim Seokjin.” He said smugly, looking straight at you egging you on to drink. You oblige by raising your glass to him before sipping your drink. To Jin’s annoyance, almost everyone else did that same thing, causing him to grumble.

“Okay that was a boring waste of a question,” Jimin states, rolling his eyes, already drunk sitting on the couch’s arm next to Namjoon. “Let’s make the couples here uncomfortable. Never have I ever had sex in public.”

Surprisingly, Namjoon, you and a stylist are the only ones that drink, making Jimin scream a loud “Kinky!” and prompting Sejin to start his lecture on being careful in the public eye since you were pretty known now and the press would have a field day. Before he can get into the full swing of his chiding, you decide to save you and Namjoon by protesting that you didn’t even hold his hand in public, let alone do anything else, and suddenly the whole atmosphere in the room changed. All eyes went from Namjoon to the stylist, with him glaring at Jimin and her awkwardly downing her drink before leaving. Confused and drunk, you don’t hesitate to ask what’s wrong in the silence that ensues, till it finally dawns on you. That’s the ex he worked with. Oh.

Namjoon could see the gears turning in your head as you put two and two together. He was going to kill Jimin and then himself. Why didn’t he think before taking a sip? He wanted tonight to end with you in his arms, not with you mad at him over something that happened two years ago. However, before he could think of how to make it up to you - maybe he could get you flowers or that whiskey you really like - you laugh, breaking the tension in the room.

“It’s okay guys, everyone has exes!” Still giggling you sip your drink while Jimin apologizes, waving him off. “Why would I get mad at this?”

That caused the room to return back to normal, people resuming the game and enjoying their drinks, but Namjoon was still confused. He knew you were a pretty rational person, but he had just told the whole room of your friends that he fucked his ex in public when you confirmed that he wouldn’t even hold your hand. Surely, he wasn’t wrong to assume that you would be at least a little peeved, but here you were laughing along at Jungkook’s stupid jokes without batting an eyelid. Before he could dwell too long on it, it was your turn to pull a card - pulling a king and effectively ending the game.

“Ewwww. I hate this. Ugh. Is this punishment for introducing you all to this game?” You scrunch your nose sniffing the liquid in the cup as the whole group chants “chug!”. Before you can put it to your lips, Namjoon grabs the cup from you.

“Allow me.” He says as he chugs the drink, almost in one shot, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and barely concealing the shiver that runs through him at the disgusting taste. Half the crowd boos as the other half coos at the chivalrous gesture. You can’t help smiling sweetly at him as he grimaces, and putting your arms around his waist pulling him in an embrace, exclaiming an overly exaggerated “My hero!”.

“Anything for my girl!” He says as he returns your hug and cups your face. “But you gotta suffer the taste with me!”

You’re not one for public displays of affection but you let him pull you into a sloppy kiss, almost forgetting your surroundings as he deepens it, his hand gripping your waist, his tongue tasting mostly of fake strawberry flavoring. Before you can get too carried away, you are interrupted by Yoongi, poking you both and wedging himself between you when you separate.

“Stop being gross! Some of us are single!” He says, making himself comfortable with an annoyed look on his face.

“Awww hyung! They are so cute! Let them be gross!” A drunk Taehyung exclaims, clapping gleefully from the floor where he’s laying in Jungkook’s lap.

“Yeah! Rapmon hyung and Y/N noona are OTP!” Jungkook says as he sips his wine, almost dribbling it down his chin.

“Nobody says OTP anymore, kid.” Yoongi drawls but refuses to move from his position. “Plus I’m the one responsible for this okay? Your OTP would be nothing without me.” He looks smug as he finishes his sentence, sipping his drink and shrugging his shoulders. Namjoon and you exchange a smirk at his remark and proceed to hug your grumpy friend tightly from both sides much to his over the top protests. Namjoon was truly grateful Yoongi had given him the courage to speak to you that night. He can’t even begin to explain the impact you have made on his life. As he looked at you tipsy and giggling, now arguing with Yoongi over which Kanye album was the best, he felt his heart blossom. You were beautiful and he was in love with you. He was sure you weren’t there yet but he promised himself that before this trip was over he was going to tell you without chickening out at the last moment like the last four times.

The party comes to an end soon after. Hoseok almost passes out after his third nursed drink and Sejin has the right mind to kick everyone out while Namjoon and Jimin help Hoseok to his bed, your heart warming as your equally drunk boyfriend forces him to brush his teeth and get into bed. Once Hoseok is firmly tucked in, Namjoon turns to you and squats.

“Get on!” He smiles looking at your direction.

“Joon we’re like two doors down. Get up!” You giggle tipsily at his offer to piggyback you.

“I wanna carry you!” He pouts against your protests, finally giving up on the piggyback after asking three times and instead draping you over his shoulder as you squeal.

“You’re gonna hurt your shoulder!” You scream but your protests go unheard, even as you take the opportunity to smack his butt from your position, a smack that he returns with a warning to behave, but you’re feeling drunk and cheeky as you continue to smack him, even going so far to rap to the beat that you’re making as he unlocks the door to your room.

He tosses you on the bed, pinning your arms above your head before you can wrap them around him and smirks at you, his eyes full of mischief.

“See, I was going to apologize for my ex but you had to go and be a brat.” He kisses you breathless as he takes both your hands in one of his while the other moves under your shirt, raising goosebumps where it caresses your stomach.

“Apologize for what?” You pant as he breaks the kiss, and he can see the confusion on your face.

“You’re not mad?” Now it’s his turn to be confused. He was sure you were mad. He would’ve been mad. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t still thinking about it since the awkward incident.

“That you had sex with your ex-girlfriend while you were dating her?” You do a dramatic gasp as you giggle at his dumbfounded expression.

“Yeah… and told our friends about it.” He looks at you sheepishly, his earlier dominant persona fading into your soft boyfriend. His hand loosens its grip on yours as he searches your eyes for any signs of hurt, his eyebrows scrunched.

“Joon you fuck too good to have been a virgin when we met.” You lift one hand to poke at the crease between his brows as you laugh and he holds your wrist, still gauging your expression.

“You’re not mad? Or… jealous?”

“Pfft. I know I fucking rock your world better than she ever did.” You try your best to do a hair flip from where you lay under him, failing miserably and making him laugh, his head coming to rest on your shoulder.

“That you do, baby. That you do.” He pecks your shoulder as he moves to your neck, kissing up to your jaw before crashing his lips onto yours. As your hands go to his hair, he brings them back over your head, breaking your kiss but not before pulling your lower lip with his teeth, coaxing a moan from you. “But you’re still getting spanked for being a brat.”

You feel his deep voice reverberate through to your core as you look at the lust in his eyes and feel yourself getting wetter. He kisses you again, his arm hooking under your waist as he sits up pulling you with him, making you gasp at the sudden movement, your arms going around his neck. Your heart’s beating a mile a minute as you make out in his lap, grinding slowly. Even after months of being together you still can’t get used to how easily his switch to this persona turns you to putty. You whimper as his hands find your ass, his fingers groping the muscle hard enough to bruise.

“Get naked.” If you were wet before, you’re dripping now as he moves you off his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread and leaning on his elbows. You decide to make a show of it, jumping off the bed and slowly peeling off the layers. You smile over your shoulder as you rid yourself of your bra, watching him smile, eyes hooded, from where he watches relaxed. Your hands find the waistband of your jeans, slowly unbuttoning them and shimmying out of them, swaying your hips as you do. You’re sure you would find this strip tease embarrassing if it weren’t for how his hungry eyes drink in every expanse of new skin exposed. You bend down to give him a view of your ass as you pull your panties off, a thread of your slick following them as they reach the floor, making him groan loudly. “Fuck. I love your ass.”

You drape yourself on his lap, the material of his jeans on your bare skin making you shiver in excitement as he gently caresses your behind. “Since you love rapping so much, how about you rap that song from earlier, hmm?” he says as he lands a loud smack without warning making you jump at the contact. The sharp pain quickly ebbs into pleasure as he soothes the heated skin under his big palm. “What’s your safeword?”

“Rap monster.” That is not your safeword, but your drunk self thinks it’s the funniest joke as you giggle looking up at him to see his face crack into the smallest of smiles before reverting back to a stern look as he glares at you.

“Seems like someone doesn’t want to cum tonight.” He smacks you again, harder this time making you gasp before you’re apologizing at his threat. Namjoon watches your skin bloom red as he tries to maintain his composure. Trust you to make jokes even when he’s spanking you, and trust him for finding it funny.

“Sunflower! It’s sunflower!” you yell as his hand lands yet again on your ass.

“Good girl. Let’s hear that rap then.” You’re not even sure what song you’re mumbling as his hand rains on your behind, each spank making you wetter till you’re dripping down your thighs and whimpering in his hold.

“Fuck so wet for me.” He hisses as his fingers trace your swollen folds making you jump and mewl as he lightly caresses your throbbing clit. He leans down to kiss your red cheeks as he guides you off his lap and on to the bed and lies on top of you, smiling brightly as he cups your face to kiss you, slow and deep. “You did so well, baby. You’re really into ASAP nowadays aren’t you?”

“You really need some variation in the playlists you send me.” You quip, chuckling as you gently guide his face back to yours, kissing him again, his tongue intertwining with yours. As he leans on one elbow, his other hand makes its way down your body, stopping briefly to tweak each nipple and making you moan before he reaches the apex of your thighs. His fingers dip in you slightly gathering your arousal before starting to circle your clit as he starts kissing your neck, suckling the spot he knows makes you go crazy. It’s like your whole body’s on fire as he finds a rhythm, driving you quickly towards the edge, your mind turning blank as eyes squeeze shut and your lips moan his name. You’re so close and he can feel it by how your nails dig into his shoulders, making him hiss, but before you can cum he moves his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips to clean them as he watches you glare at him with a whine.

“You really think I’ll forget your little joke earlier?” He whispers in your ear, his voice deeper than usual, as he nips on it before sitting up between your legs and unceremoniously stripping himself of his shirt and jeans. The sight of the bulge in his boxers makes your walls clench around nothing as you stare at him open-mouthed. Enjoying your reaction, he places one of your legs on his shoulders, the back of your knee fitting perfectly next to his neck as he moves back towards you, his clothed length pressing against your core as he kisses you again roughly, making you whimper as his hands dig into your sides. Your leg burns as he licks and kisses down your jaw towards your chest, his lips taking a nipple and rolling it around with his tongue. You’re sure he can feel your wetness seep through his boxers as he grinds into you agonizingly slow. He nips at your chest and you moan as your back arches off the bed into him.

He continues his slow kisses down your body turning you into a writhing mess under him. You think you’re going to lose your mind by the time he gets past your hip bone and places a chaste kiss on the top of your mound before moving on to your thigh, nibbling at the sensitive skin and paying no attention to your dripping core making a mess of the sheets.

“Joon please…” you beg, rolling your hips to entice him as he pays you no mind, placing an arm over your hips to halt your motion and continues to mark your other thigh. When he’s fully satisfied by his work, he places his forearms under your thighs and pulls to close to his face, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and it’s like you’ve been electrocuted; your earlier orgasm picking back up as your back arches off the bed, the moan emitting from you barely sounding like yourself. You clasp a hand over your mouth in shock as he continues licking you, his tongue expertly flicking at your clit before he adds two fingers inside you, the digits slipping in easily, making your walls clench around them. He hooks his fingers and you try to grind against him to no success as his arm pushes your hips into the bed. He relishes your moans as your hand moves from your mouth to grasp at the sheets, the sensation too overwhelming as your eyes close shut.

“Are you close baby? You’re not allowed to cum till I tell you.” He feels your walls tighten around his fingers as he thrusts faster and a chant of please rolls off your tongue, your hand twisting in your hair. It’s like every cell in your body is alight from your toes to your scalp, tingling as you get closer, your eyes welling up with pleasure. But once again before you can come undone, his fingers slow down to a snail’s pace, his mouth moving away. The frustration builds in you as a few tears escape and your fists punch the mattress.

He chuckles lightly as he sees you pout under him as, your hair a mess, your lips swollen and red from where you’ve bitten them. God, even glaring at him like you’re gonna kill him, you look adorable. Deciding he’s taught you a lesson, he pulls his dick out of his boxers, his tip swollen and weeping with precum, and lines it towards your entrance, teasing you further and gathering your juices.

Your eyes roll back with pleasure as he replaces his fingers with his cock, filling you to the hilt in one swift motion. The stretch combined with his teasing makes your head hazy and you can hear him groan above you as he puts both your legs in the air together, holding them against his chest with one arm as he thrusts into you slow and hard. You feel so much tighter in this position and he has to bite his lip to ensure he doesn’t cum immediately. You can feel every vein and ridge as he moves slowly and deliberately and even at this pace you are getting close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Joonie… please can I cum? Please I’m so close!” You don’t care that you’re yelling, you’re desperate for release, the earlier tension returning tenfold. You vow to break up with him if he denies you one more time. Fortunately for your relationship, he increases his pace, making you see stars.

“Hold it just a little bit longer baby.” His pace doesn’t falter and you’re writhing against him, a babble of incoherent pleas escaping your lips as your hands try to grab on to his forearm. Your legs are shaking and he can feel your walls tighten harder around him. He increases his speed as your pleas get louder.

“Okay baby. Cum for me.” At his command, your vision goes black and it’s like your body is one big nerve ending, pleasure zipping through you making you cry out his name as you spasm in his hold. He fucks you through your orgasm, pace not faltering, till you go limp, your breath coming out in loud pants as he praises you. “That’s my girl. Good job, baby.”

Without changing his speed, he releases your legs, pushing them to your chest as he leans down and kisses you. The new angle hitting your g-spot as you whine in his mouth at the oversensitivity, but instead of slowing down, he picks up his pace yet again, his fingers coming to trace your sensitive clit, making your head buzz with the overwhelming sensation.

“I can’t… Joon,” you whine as he fucks you hard, panting above you and you can tell he’s close.

“Do you want to use your safeword?” He looks at you with concern, slowing down and closely reading your expression. As you tell him no his hips snap into you again, his fingers working faster on your clit as the pain morphs to pleasure. He’s chasing his release, his movements becoming sloppy.

“Cum again baby. I know you can do it. Come on, that’s it” And soon you’re cumming again, screaming as tears fall down your face and your walls clench around him coaxing him to orgasm. He grunts loudly, moaning your name multiple times, as he cums, painting your walls with his seed. His breath is heavy as he pulls out and watches his cum dribble out of you, using two fingers to push it back in before he collapses on the bed next to you.

He brings his fingers up to your lips and you happily suck on them before he pulls them out and kisses you gently, his hand smoothing your hair. He then puts his arm under your head as he cuddles you into his chest, his other arm pulling your waist into him and his legs over yours. You’ve never felt safer or more comfortable than you do tangled up in him.

“Are you okay?” He asks as he gently caresses your cheek, wiping your runny mascara with his thumb, kissing you once again.

“Holy fuck. That was-” Your voice is hoarse from your screaming and you have to clear your throat a couple of times before you can speak clearly. “That was amazing.”

“Phew! The suspense was killing me!” He laughs as you playfully swat at his chest before pulling his lips on yours again. “Shower?”

“Yes. But this time you really have to carry me.” You raise your hands grabbing at the air as he stands up.

“I got you, pretty girl.” He grins widely, his eyes scrunched together, as he kisses your forehead, picking you off the bed and carrying you to the bathroom.

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Namjoon looked at you from across the room as you chatted with a group of women with a cup of coffee, your breakfast untouched, totally distracted from the guy who was telling him about some app he had made for producers to make it easier to find samples. He rarely got to see you in your professional element. In fact, the only time he had seen you was during the gala and he felt an unparalleled surge of pride. The way you carried yourself was so different than when you were with him. It wasn’t that you weren’t relaxed, it was just effortless - the way you seemed to answer each question with confident authority, the way you gave advice to people who were probably much older than you, and especially the way you tried to engage the quieter people of the group in conversations. It reminded him of why you had caught his eye the first time he met you, and why he was so unbelievably whipped for you. Your duality of being goofy and sexy when you were alone to being this serious vat of knowledge and experience when networking made him weak in the knees.

“So do you think you would use it?” The founder of the sampling app, Lee Seungmin, asked Namjoon. Seungmin was one of the other people invited from Korea, and seemed pretty adamant on selling his product to Namjoon. It took all of his energy to rip his gaze away from you.

“I’m sorry I missed that. What did you ask?” Namjoon asked politely, looking at the shorter, much chubbier man dressed in slacks and a shirt with his company logo on it.

“Wouldn’t blame you. She’s really hot, eh?” Seungmin jokes, making Namjoon choke on his coffee. Although he knows that this guy isn’t privy to your relationship, it makes him a little annoyed at his comment. Who was he to dare objectify you?

“Yes, but I don’t think they invite people here for their looks.” He couldn’t help how curt his tone was effectively shutting him up and making him move away to talk to someone else at the table. Namjoon would feel bad if he didn’t overhear him start the conversation about you with the next guy. Rolling his eyes, he went back to his lunch, talking to Hoseok and Yoongi instead, wishing this brunch went by faster than it did. He was getting sick of people trying to suck up to him or sell him something. Someone even had the audacity to ask him to pose with their product so they could put it on their website. He politely declined, but the thinly veiled attempts at using him and his members for clout were starting to get on his nerves. He could feel himself getting stressed, much like he did when he had to pretend to be perfect for the media, and falling back into the headspace of last month - cloudy, annoyed, and frustrated.

He was relieved when you both arrived back at the room. You held his arm for support as you leaned down to take off your heels, sighing in relief as your feet met the flat ground.

“God, I hate heels!” You exclaimed as you walked over, dropping your blazer on the ground and plopped on the couch, stretching your feet. Namjoon picked your jacket off the floor, draping it on one of the chairs as he situated himself on the other end of the sofa, putting your legs on his lap.

“Since when do you wear heels?” He asks, as he gently runs his hands over your legs, covered with a pair of navy pants.

“Too often nowadays.” You sigh with your eyes closed, and he can’t help frowning at how tired you looked, even though it’s barely past 2 pm.

“You okay, babe? Want a foot massage?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he starts massaging your feet, smiling as you relax further into the couch.

“Shit. That feels good!” You moan as you relax. “You know they don’t give Grammys for best boyfriends, right?”

“I’m offended you think I’m doing this for something as dumb as a Grammy.” He chuckles, but he knows you well enough to know that you’re avoiding the topic. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing. I’m just stressed about work. Don’t worry about it.” At that you pull your legs from under his hands, walking over to grab your laptop before sitting on the couch again to start working, eyebrows furrowed as soon as you open the your laptop. Namjoon knows he shouldn’t take your dismissal to heart, but he can’t help be taken aback by your lack of openness. You always told him what was on your mind and he felt his heart ache that you didn’t want to share what was wrong. He couldn’t fully blame you. He hadn’t told you about his stresses this past month either, but unlike him, you hadn’t even noticed he was stressed. It made him a little wary, bringing his thoughts back to last night and your reaction, or lack thereof, to meeting his ex. As much as it hurt him, maybe he was right after all. You didn’t love him yet. He sighed as he got up to grab his book, hoping that he could change that before leaving you tomorrow night.

After a few hours of work, you started to feel bad for ignoring Namjoon. He had been nothing but doting this whole trip and you hated yourself for having to finish this proposal this weekend. Feeling your brain turn to mush anyways, you stretched as you walked over to your suitcase, watching your boyfriend who seemed to be engrossed in his book. You felt guilty for avoiding his questions earlier but you could see how stressed he had been from work - in fact, Jungkook had told you as much over text last week when he shared that Namjoon had collapsed during rehearsals. You knew how empathetic he was, he would do everything in his power to make sure you were feeling good, so how could you burden him with your stresses when he had so many of his own. Sure this last month had been hell and you were barely functioning but if you told him that, you know he would worry about you, and you would rather bottle everything up than have him worry.

Reaching into your suitcase, you took out his favorite packet of ramen, hiding it behind your back as you moved over to stand in front of him.

“I got you a present.” You bent down till you were face to face as he looked up at you with a smile and kissed him gently.

“I think you’ve already given me this present.” He said as he cupped your face and kissed you again, lingering longer.

You laugh as you straighten up and pull the ramen from behind your back, watching his eyes go wide in excitement as he grabs it, his dimples poking his cheeks as he hugs you. You knew he always missed home when on tour even if it was just an Asian tour, and his ramen cravings were the top priority when he arrived back to Korea. You hoped this would cheer him up as you grabbed the packet and walked over to the kettle, starting the water.

“Speaking of presents, I was saving this for tomorrow, but now I’m excited.” He says before grabbing the slim velvet box from his bag and walking over to you, wrapping you in a back hug as you pour the seasoning from the packet into the cup of dry ramen. He puts the box in front you and opens it, making it now your turn to go wide-eyed.

Inside the box is a necklace with the most delicate gold chain holding a pendant shaped like a gold slice of pizza with pepperoni made of small rubies. It would seem tacky if it didn’t look so intricate. No one had given you a gift that was so you, and it made you speechless.

“I know it’s cheesy but I saw it in Tokyo and it reminded me of our first date, but if you don’t like it I can take it back and I’m sure I can return it, I mean they gave me a gift receipt and everything.” Namjoon knew he was rambling but you were eerily quiet and the fact that he couldn’t see your face made him uneasy.

“It’s perfect,” you whisper as you turn around, your eyes glistening as you wrap your arms around his neck. He was alarmed. You never got emotional, even when you both watched Up together you barely showed any signs of being moved while he was sobbing.

“It was meant to be for our 100 day anniversary next week but I thought I’d give it early.” He pressed his forehead to yours, drinking in your smile as he held you tighter.

“I’m literally the worst girlfriend. I forgot about that.” You frowned as you looked away before you looked back at him, your eyes wide. “Oh my god! I only got you ramen! What the fuck is wrong with me?!”

“Y/N… Relax. I didn’t get you a present for you to get me one. Plus I know you’re nothing without your calendar app. I swear you’d forget to eat without it.” He laughed trying to reassure you as he kissed your frown away. “If anything it’s Siwon’s fault for not programming it in there.”

“I don’t deserve you.” You sigh as you hug him tightly, making Namjoon’s heart swoon as you ask him to put the necklace on you. He does so, kissing the nape of your neck where he clasps it and telling you that you deserve the world. You wanted to tell him you loved him before you chickened out again but before the words could make it out of your lips his were against them.

Later that night, he feels even happier as he sees you wear it to the gala. Even though he knows he can’t hold your hand, the fact that you have a symbol of his love for you around your neck makes him giddy.

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“Joon, seriously. I have to get this done.” You giggle as he kisses your neck, moving the strap of your tank to the side as he continues lavishing you in kisses. Namjoon was impatient. He had spent the whole night watching you from afar. He’d be damned if he had to wait any longer to have you in his arms. Work can go to hell.

To say that Namjoon hated the gala would be an understatement. First, you and Yoongi ended up unintentionally matching, and he found himself irrationally jealous at the fact that his stylist didn’t choose the Louis Vitton outfit for him so he could match with you. Second, even though all the attendees were placed on tables according to country, you had decided to sit next to none other than Lee Seungmin, the creep checking you out at brunch, who wasted no opportunity to shamelessly flirt with you, even going so far as to put his hand on your thigh a couple of times. The number of times you politely rejected him for him not to get the hint made Namjoon’s blood boil, so much so that Jin had to poke him to relax his face lest the photographers captured his reaction. And lastly, when he had to watch you dance with some old men as you were too polite to refuse, while they leered at you. Through it all, Namjoon could just watch helplessly as you seemed more uncomfortable. Now that you were both back to your room and in your pajamas, he just wanted to hold you before all the jealousy and insecurity of the night caught up with him. He knew if he kissed your neck enough, you’d soon comply.

“Do it later. We only have till tomorrow. Let’s watch a movie together?” He gives you another kiss that makes your breath hitch, a soft moan escaping your lips. Before you can get too carried away, you move his head away from you, sighing and gathering all your self-control. If you didn’t finish this proposal today you’d be in big trouble - like losing a multimillion-dollar contract big trouble. As much as you wanted to just forget work existed, you had to take a two-hour reality check on this trip.

“I can’t do that. Please understand.” You looked at him softly, but Namjoon couldn’t help getting annoyed. Didn’t you yearn for him like he did at that gala? Were you happy to be hit on by those creeps?

“Are you seriously being like this right now?” He scoffed, pulling away from you, eyebrows knitted together. Namjoon couldn’t understand why you had to work right now. You had been apart for so long, didn’t you want to spend as much time with him as he wanted to with you?

“Like what? I told you I need to have this done by tomorrow.” He could hear the familiar edge in your voice. You were starting to get annoyed.

“Do you know how much groveling I had to do to get this weekend together and you’re going to waste it on stupid work?” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. You didn’t know he “groveled”, as far as you were aware this was part of his schedule. Why was he being so difficult all of a sudden? It’s not like you had a choice. Does he think you would seriously spend time away from him if you didn’t have to?

“Are you seriously mad at me for taking two hours, two hours, out of three days to finish some work?”

“Yes because these three days are all we get together for the next month.” Namjoon knew he was being stupid, two hours were not a big deal, but at the moment he couldn’t help but feel abandoned like somehow the scales in the relationship had tipped where the balance of affection was off. He cared so much for you, why couldn’t you feel the same?

“Oh don’t be dramatic. I will be done soon.” You snapped, your attention turning back to the screen. If Namjoon was going to throw a tantrum there was no reason for you to indulge him.

“Don’t dismiss me like that. You’re the boss, just tell the people to wait. Or delay it.” He walked closer to you, shutting your laptop, standing with his arms crossed. He wanted your full attention, and he was going to demand it. He hated how condescending you were being.

“Are you kidding me? I can’t do that. This is for a client.” You stand up facing him, anger flowing through you, indignation plastered on your features. Even though he was significantly taller than you, your glare could have made anyone feel small.

“Just do it later and apologize.” Namjoon knew he was being stubborn, but the reason for the fight was forgotten, he just wanted you to admit that you were wrong. As childish as it seemed, he wanted to win.

“What the fuck? I have a whole company that I need to pay, I can’t just skip shit.”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit. Missing one deadline won’t make you miss payroll - you’re not a struggling small company anymore.” That hit a nerve, he could see it in your eyes as they flared with anger. He would feel bad for making you angry if he weren’t so happy to get a reaction.

“The fucking hypocrisy. Sure Namjoon, have RM miss a concert. It’s okay you’re not a struggling small band anymore!” You poked him in the chest as you moved closer. He hadn’t seen this side of you before. You had never been angry with him before. You had never fought like this before. Your anger only seemed to fuel his. He had no control over his schedule, you did. Why couldn’t you understand that fundamental difference?

“That is not the same thing. You are overworking yourself for no reason.” He was talking with his hands, you knew he only acted like that when he was pissed, but you were not going to have any of this petty behavior. For all his bull and bluster about being a feminist, he’s going to pull this shit on you? His job is great and not stressful or busy but when it comes to you he’s going to pull the overworking card? When he literally collapsed during rehearsal last week and hid it from you? You were livid.

“You’re going to talk to me about overworking?” You laughed sarcastically, your eyes burning. “Oh is it not the same thing because it's my job and not yours?”

“You know that’s not what I meant. Whatever. Fuck this. Enjoy writing your proposal!” Namjoon couldn’t argue anymore. He felt his anger rising to a point where he knew he was going to say something he regretted if he hadn’t already. Using his one remaining rational brain cell, he walked out of the room, not before maliciously slamming the door behind him.

“I will!” you screamed into the empty room, panting with anger as you picked up the water bottle on your desk and threw it across the room, tears in your eyes.

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Y/N: Have you seen Namjoon? He’s not responding.

Yoongi: Isn’t he with you?

Y/N: No.

Yoongi: What happened?

Y/N: Nothing, we just had an argument and I haven’t seen him. It’s been two hours.

Yoongi: Okay don’t worry. We’ll find him.

Y/N: Thanks Yoongs

Yoongi: Where are you?

Yoongi: Hello?

Yoongi: Namjoon. Answer your phone.

Yoongi: Y/N is really worried about you

Yoongi: Listen Namjoon if you don’t answer in the next five minutes, I’m reporting you missing

Yoongi: Enjoy that press

Namjoon: Stop calling me. I’m fine.

Yoongi: No. Where the fuck are you?

Namjoon: I’m just on the roof.

Namjoon: Please don’t come here. I just want to be alone.

Yoongi: Are you okay? Y/N told me you guys had a fight

Namjoon: I’ll be fine. Don’t tell her where I am.

Yoongi: Okay. Text me if you need a friend.

Namjoon: Thanks hyung.

Yoongi: He’s on the roof. He said he’s fine, but not to tell you.

Y/N: Thanks friend

Yoongi: You should go find him

Y/N: He doesn’t want me, there he made that clear

Yoongi: I’ve known him and lived with him for a decade, trust me. He needs you.

Y/N: Okay, but if we break up it’s on you.

Yoongi: Just go find him Y/N.

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Namjoon rubbed his face as he sat on the rooftop of the hotel, his back against the railing. Replying to Yoongi he tossed his phone aside. He’d been sitting here for the past couple of hours his anger dissipating into guilt far too quick. Dried tears streaked his face as he tried to gather the courage to go back to the room.

He was scared. The image of your angry face as he dismissed your work popping in his head. He didn’t know why he did that. He respected what you did, but he felt like a hypocrite. All his exes he dismissed when they asked him to take care of himself and not overwork. All the times they came to his studio to force him to leave, only to have the same look of anger that you gave him. He laughed bitterly as he pulled his legs to his chest.

At the edge of the guilt, he could feel it again, the same feeling he’d had since the comeback started, a sort of brain slush. Like a haze shackling him in place. He had felt it many times before but it was never this strong, this force of unproductivity, making him want to forget everything and hide. The stress of this comeback wasn’t any different than other ones. He always made it a priority to write new music in between promotions and shows but his creative block from four months ago was back and nastier. He could feel it gnaw at his neurons, forcing him to stay awake for hours after he should be in bed staring at a blank Ableton file. Usually, he could trick his mind out of this fog by working harder, but lately, it was like it was getting thicker seeping into every aspect of his life, painting his vision sepia, making every movement robotic.

He remembers when encouraging messages from ARMY would make him happy, excited to make more music for them but nowadays it just made him feel guilty. He wasn’t doing enough for them, he couldn’t even string together a series of 808s without it sounding like a gimmick or worse like plagiarism. Last week he had fucked up so bad that his body shook from the memory. He had stayed up all night in some sick form of self-harm, scrolling through hate comments on Twitter then Reddit. He was never sadder to know multiple languages because even if the characters were different the messages were the same. He was a shitty musician, too overhyped by fans, his awards were bought by his company, his dances sucked, he tried too hard, and of course that he was too ugly to be an idol. His rational side would argue that these messages were meant to hurt him, his friends and you would comfort him by telling him they were lies, but he never told anyone about this habit, and his rational side often lost out. If anyone asked why he did this he would say to fuel another song, but he knew the real reason - he just couldn’t stop. So he stayed up all night till his eyes were dry and scratchy from staring at the screen, and had three espresso shots before the show even though he hated espresso, his body eventually giving out during rehearsals. He got quite a few lectures about that. A leader’s job is to set a good example. You have been doing this for so long, be a professional play in your limits. But there were no limits, not when it literally took a mantra of just “power through it” to get out of bed and shower.

He had been hoping this weekend would solve everything - that seeing you would solve everything. As he sat on the roof, the first few drops of rain falling on him, he curled in further into himself. It wasn’t your responsibility to make him happy, clear the fog, but you had done it the first day. His mind felt clear but it was gone too soon. He didn’t know when it happened but he could see it after a while that you didn’t feel the same way he did. You didn’t crave to be next to him like he did, speaking affirmations in his ear as he did in yours. Hell, even when you saw his ex for the first time, you barely reacted. Maybe it was the way you were so adamant that he not leave any marks because you might not be able to cover them this weekend, or the way you made sure to not sit next to him at the gala even when you were seated on the same table by some stroke of luck. You didn’t love him like he did, and he would be happy with scraps, but he couldn’t afford to miss you more than he did. He laughed again, cackling maniacally, as he realized where he was: a rooftop in the middle of a downpour, just because you once said rooftops had magical healing powers. There was nothing healing about being alone looking at lights shining in offices no one was in - it was lonely.

He was so desperate to feel anything other than this fog that even anger was a better option. Maybe he wanted you to put him out of his misery, leave him as he was sure you would eventually before he burdened you with more of his fucked up life before he relied on you further just to have his legs cut out from under him. He sighed, shivering even though the rain was warm, resting his head on his knees. Could he survive if you left him tonight, justly so?

“Joon…?” You call out as you reach the rooftop, searching for him through the rain.

“I told hyung not to tell you. I wanna be alone” You barely hear him mumble from the corner and you make your way over to the dark figure. He’s hunched in on himself, his arms around his knees, his face in his hands and it breaks your heart. Your boyfriend is a tall, broad man who can easily throw you across the room if he wants to, but at this moment, he looks small, almost tiny. It takes everything in you to not just go and wrap him in your arms.

“Namjoon, what are you doing?” You squat in front of him, resting your hands on his arms. You wouldn’t usually push him like this when he seems distraught, you knew he didn’t respond too well to direct conflict but you needed him to let you in, your inherent need to fix going into hyperdrive. When he refuses to look at you, you cup his face and pull it up firmly to look into his eyes. He looks like he’s been crying and it makes your eyes well up. “Look at me. Why are you driving me away?”

With nowhere to run, all he can see is your face, your eyes puffy, red-rimmed and glassy, your nose a dusty pink. He made you cry. He made the person he was supposed to take care of cry because he got pissy over something she couldn’t control, something he was guilty of as well. All his guilt bit at his chest again and he hated himself. You didn’t deserve this. You should leave him. Why were you here in the rain trying to comfort him when he was such a useless asshole?

“Fuck... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded hoarse and broken, and he knew all the apologies in the world wouldn’t make him worthy of forgiveness. He wished you’d just leave and let him wallow in the rain by himself - he deserved that. Tears filled his eyes and he hoped the rain would ensure they were invisible.

“Hey, hey. Baby, it’s okay.” You kissed him on the forehead, settling on your knees in front of him. His eyes were wide as he looked at you, his hands on top of yours, gripping your hands a little too tight.

“I… don’t know why I picked a fight.” He averted his gaze, not having the courage to look at you.

“It’s okay.” You move your hands to the back of his neck as he places his on your shoulders, opening his legs wide enough for you to move closer, your forehead against his as you caress the hair on his nape.

“No, it’s not. Fuck! It’s like when I saw you yesterday I could finally breathe! I’ve felt so numb these few months but when I saw you, it’s like I could finally be happy.” He cups your face. He knows he needs to be honest but he doesn't know where to start.

“Joonie…”

“And then I could feel it escape again. I felt it. My head getting cloudy like I was slowly going underwater, and I don’t know… I just… I can’t ask you to be responsible for my happiness. It’s not fair to you. I can’t. I can’t.” He knows he’s not making any sense but his chest feels tight and he can’t fight his tears anymore as they mix with the raindrops on his cheeks. He can feel himself hyperventilating. He doesn’t know why he can’t tell you this without breaking down. What was wrong with him? Maybe that’s why you didn’t love him. Maybe that’s why you never got jealous because you knew he wasn’t worth it. How could he support you when he could barely stand by himself. He was so fucked up.

“Joonie. It’s okay. Just breathe, okay? You’re okay.” You cradle his head against your chest, kissing the top of his head.

“I can’t lose you Y/N. I can’t be the jealous idiot that I always am and lose you.” He’s clawing at your sweater, pulling you closer than you are, making your eyes well up at his desperation. Why does he think he’s going to lose you? As far as you knew you had never given him any indication of that. You loved him and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“Namjoon. Look at me. It’s going to take more than a stupid fight to drive me away.” You pull his face away from your sweater and hold his gaze, his eyes red and still full of tears. The image breaks your heart but you hope you can convey your honesty to him.

“No, but you shouldn’t be with me. I’m fucked up, you know. You deserve better.” His actions speak otherwise as he holds your upper arms in both his hands tight enough to bruise as if you would disappear if he let go.

“Where is this coming from? Namjoon you’re not fucked up, you’re human. I don’t care how fucked up you think you are. I love you.” You look deep into his eyes, urging him to believe you. You had been trying to tell him you loved him all day but you always chickened out, but not now. You needed him to know that you were here for him. You were dying to know what started this, why he felt this way, but you needed him to realize that you had no plans of leaving.

“You… love me?” His voice was almost inaudible as his bottom lip quivered.

“Of course I love you. I love you - good parts and bad parts. I love 100% of you.” You kissed him gently, wiping at his face with your thumbs.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re you. You make me happy, even when you make me mad you make me happy.” You put your forehead against his again as the rain picked up, pelting the both of you. “Just don’t run away from me, please?”

“I don't deserve you. Fuck. I love you so much it scares me.” He kisses you at that, rough and full of yearning. It’s like the first kiss you shared this weekend and it makes your heart ache. Did he feel this way when he saw you again yesterday? Like he didn’t deserve you? You wished you could go into his head and learn all his worries - this did not seem like only work stress to you.

“Hey. I’m scared too okay? It just means it’s real.”

“How do you do that? How do you sound so sure all the time?” His head is on your shoulder as you caress his hair. It seems as if all the energy has been drained from his body as his grip on you loosens and you feel his weight lean on you.

“Because I believe in us. We’re Rapmon hyung and Y/N noona. We’re OTP, remember?” You lift his face and smile at him as he musters a small one of his own, as you kiss him again. “Let’s get out of the rain, okay baby?”

You both are drenched from the rain when you get back to your room, and you lead Namjoon to the bathroom. He just stands there, eyes glassy as you start a bath and grab a towel, drying the rain on his body. Once the bath is full and bubbly, you undress him and guide him in, discarding your own own clothes before climbing in behind him.

“I always sit behind you when we bathe.” He says, voice barely audible.

“Let me wash your hair, is that okay?” you say tentatively, kissing the back of his neck as he nods.

Suddenly, his head snaps up as he speaks loudly, a slight panic in his voice. “I have to use the special shampoo so the colour doesn’t fade.”

“Yeah. I have it right here.” You smile as he relaxes and you foam the shampoo on his pink hair, massaging his scalp gently. You take your time, washing it out before moving onto the conditioner, letting it sit as you massage his shoulders. You hear him sniff as you work at the knots. As you’re washing the conditioner off his hair, he turns at the waist, bringing one hand to your cheek as he looks at you. You realize he was still crying as your own eyes threaten to fill with tears.

“Thank you, Y/N. I… I know I don’t deserve this. Thank you.”

“Shh… I love you Joonie. You deserve this and more.” You kiss him gently on each cheek and then on the lips. You are not sure how to make him believe this but you hope he can see how much you love him as you wipe his tears. Namjoon’s never been this vulnerable with you, never given up this much control, and if you’re being honest it scares you seeing him this way. In a way, you feel helpless. You’re a fixer and there’s just no immediate way to make him feel better, you just have to make sure he knows you’re here for him.

After you get dressed, he lays in bed as you do his skincare routine for him, running your fingers over his face gently. Namjoon hasn’t felt this way with someone before, so raw but soothed at the same time. He never shows his negative emotions to anyone. Right now it feels like his emotions are a livewire, but the way you gently tap the serums on to his skin, making sure not to miss a spot, he realizes how wrong he was. All the ways he convinced himself you didn’t love him were wrong. You don’t show love through jealousy or possession or even words. This is how you show love - in the quiet of your room making sure that he doesn’t go to sleep drenched from the rain, or skip his eye cream so his eyes aren't too puffy in the morning or at breakfast when you always cut the crust off his bread because he once mentioned he doesn’t like it. He opens his eyes as you say all done and sees you smiling softly at him, some of his confidence coming back. He smiles at you even though it’s difficult, and pulls you to his chest. As you lay on his bare chest for a while, feeling how tightly his arms wrap around you, an idea pops into your head.

“I want to come with you to LA.” You usually don’t make such impulsive decisions, but you could feel that he was not ready to be separated and you were definitely not ready to leave him, but you didn’t want to make him feel like he didn't have a choice so you add, “Is that okay?”

“What about your work?” He asks softly and you can hear his heart beat faster as he awaits an answer.

“I work from home all the time. It’ll be fine.” You rise up slightly to look at him, your chin resting on his chest, making sure to look him in the eyes. “I want to be with you.”

For the first time that night, you see him smile wide enough that his dimples poke through his cheeks and you’re sure you’ve made the right decision.

“I love you, Y/N. Thank you.” He pulls you further so you are fully lying on top of him and as you tell him you love him again, you feel his breath even out, both of you falling into a much need sleep.

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sevlgi · 5 years

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BTS REACTION | their s/o is a youtuber

requested: yes

group: bts

genre: fluff

warnings: none

~JIN~

Seokjin thought it was the funniest thing that you were a beauty YouTuber. He already knew you were beautiful, he just thought it was hilarious that you were teaching millions of subscribers to be pretty too.

Being World Wide Handsome, Seokjin offered to appear on your channel. You started doing makeup for men as well and trying your various makeup looks on him, which your fans loved. He did your makeup for the channel and made edible makeup with you; he was up for anything, as long as you did mukbangs with him.

Your channel started expanding rapidly, especially when you did makeup for all the boys at one of their photoshoots or tried to make Seokjin look like Kim K. He personally loved all the attention too, but he mostly did it just to spend time with you.

“It’s me, World Wide Handsome. It’s my channel now.”

~SUGA~

Yoongi already knew about your comedy channel before he started dating you- in fact, he was a big fan of you. He loved watching your pranks on your friends and helping you to write skits and parodies.

That being said, he didn’t like being IN the videos. He thought his personality was too dark to be funny enough for your videos, but he helped you set up pranks and lure his members into your traps. He liked filming for you or providing dry comments from behind the camera when you did challenges.

Eventually, though, he agreed to come in for a few Q&A videos or funny BTS parodies. Your fans fell in love with him and he agreed to start appearing more often.

“I got a really good idea for another prank, let’s get J-Hope back for last week!”

~J-HOPE~

Hoseok knew you were meant to be when you told him you were a dance YouTuber. You regularly posted tutorials and covers of BTS songs, so it was amazing when Hoseok decided to appear in your tutorials and covers too.

Your fans first recognized him as your cameraman in a tutorial and demanded more screentime, so he started to teach you BTS dances and do couples routines with you. He made short cameos in tutorials and helped with more difficult routines.

After he started appearing in your videos, he popped up randomly on behind-the-scenes videos too. Just to have him on your channel more, the two of you would also do dance challenges or fitness videos.

“Eyy, that’s my girlfriend! Isn’t she a great dancer? Just as good as me, right?”

~RM~

Namjoon thought it was amazing that you ran a channel comprised of the weirdest videos you could think of. You liked filming yourself talking about aliens probes and government clones at 3 am, which Namjoon really resonated with. Really, your channel just consisted of anything you felt like, from blending ramen smoothies to trying to make your own metal straws.

The first video Namjoon appeared in was totally accidental- he didn’t realize you were filming a trip to the pet store and appeared in a corner of the video. Your fans went crazy- you had been an ARMY for years, so they couldn’t believe you were friends with Namjoon.

Afterwards, Namjoon started appearing whenever the two of you felt like it- he’d come on to make vegan tacos with you or just to talk about climate change. He liked making videos on serious topics or inspirational videos, but he’d do anything you asked him to.

“What do you think about this theory about the universe?”

~JIMIN~

Jimin loved your art channel. He himself loved to draw, too, so he honestly loved to just come in to your studio to watch you paint for hours on end. He found it soothing to film your videos and acted kind of like your assistant, bring you what you needed and just watching.

You invited him to join you on more personality-related videos, like art challenges or Q&A’s. Naturally, everyone loved shy Jimin, especially how much he made you laugh and how you were an ARMY before you even met him.

Seeing how warm of a welcome he got, you asked him to join you more often, so you started doing more vlog-like videos and travel videos. You already did some fashion and styling videos, so he’d act as your model sometimes on those too.

“They really love me? That’s so cool!”

~V~

Taehyung fit in perfectly with your vlogging channel. You posted clickbait-y videos that were nonetheless entertaining- you did clothing hauls, celebrity rants, anything that was trendy or popular.

With his quirky personality, Taehyung became a regular on your channel. He rated selfies with you, helped dye your hair with markers, Gucci store raids; everyone absolutely loved him.

He took you to fashion shows and filmed the two of you making fun of the outfits, filmed catfish-attempt videos with you... Eventually, your channel became more like a couples- channel, and you definitely didn’t mind, especially not when your subscriber count kept rising.

“Welcome to another video! Today, we’re dying my girlfriend’s hair with highlighters. You’re not surprised, right?”

~JUNGKOOK~

Jungkook was unbelievably excited when you revealed that you played video games on YouTube. He notoriously loved video games too, but he wasn’t allowed to have a YouTube channel, so he settled for being a usual on your channel instead.

His favorite type of video to film with you would be streams of the two of you playing a game as a couple. You’d persuade him to do some funnier videos too, like playing as one player with your left hands or teaching him Fortnite dances.

Eventually, your fans realized that the mystery guy you were playing video games with was your boyfriend, Jungkook of BTS. They all knew you were an ARMY, but it was really the greatest crossover of all time for him to be on your channel.

“Don’t you dare go in there! We’re gonna die!”

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threeletterslife · 4 years

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Nothing a Lil Green Can’t Fix

→ summary: Imagine having a best friend so crazy you have to have 911 on speed dial. Turns out that you are that friend. And it's up to Park Jimin to keep you from facing disaster.

→ pairing/rating: jimin x reader | PG-15

→ genre: i love bittersweet stories 🥺 so this is basically fluff all the way but angst lurking in the background | coming of age!au

→ warnings: profanity, mentions of death, divorce, heartbreak (like pretty fucking sad shit), implied sex

→ wordcount: 19.2k

→ a/n: i had so much fun writing this! a HUGE thank you to all of my friends & beta readers who helped me not make a big embarrassment out of myself LOL. a round of applause and special thanks to @aaugustlee, @fangirlfeelz, @bangtansgalaxie, @byuncaa, @yunjikim021 for putting up with my unedited writing! (: ALSO a huge HUGE thank you to @justastar for this BEAUTIFUL mood board 🤩

♫: Who by Lauv (feat. BTS) | Say Something by Pentatonix | Inner Child by BTS

cr.

When Jimin was younger, he knew superheroes existed. After all, his own mother was one of them. She cooked, washed the clothes, taught Jimin the alphabet, ran the grocery errands, worked from home, read Jimin a bedtime story and tucked him into bed—which was her daily schedule. She was strong, loving and caring. The things every mother should be. She handled problems better than she handled her emotions, that woman.

Which was probably why she cheated on Jimin's father. Jimin was only five when he heard the shouts and screams coming from downstairs. He remembers how frightened he had been, gripping his pillow and trying to drown the sound of yelling with his blankets. Only shortly after that night, his mother had packed her bags and left. Jimin never saw her again.

But life wasn't too bad after that. You had shown up, after all.

Even though Jimin's once perfect family was ruined, he didn't mind too much. When he's with you, he forgets about all of his other problems.

You'd first waddled up to him in his kindergarten class with a green marker in hand. "Can you please color me green?" you'd politely asked.

If Jimin's mother taught him one thing before she walked out of his life, she'd taught him manners. So when you, a complete stranger, had been so polite about a request that didn't look like it'd do much harm, Jimin complied.

He helped you color yourself green. Halfway through the process, he'd said: "Why are we coloring you green?"

You'd laughed out loud, grinning as you announced emphatically, "BECAUSE GREEN IS THE BESTEST COLOR EVER!"

You hate it when Jimin teases you of your first encounter with him. Mainly because you had yelled out 'bestest' at the top of your lungs that day and 'bestest' is most definitely not a word. (You're kind of a grammar freak.) Not to mention, both of you had gotten into huge trouble for coloring you green that day. Jimin had cried when the teacher had scolded the two of you, but you had shrugged, patted Jimin on the back and boldly asked the teacher, "Would you like to be colored green as well?"

You were banished to the time out chair and your star got moved down two slots into the angry orange section instead of the happy green. Jimin had felt sorry for you, but you didn't seem like you cared that much. Your skin was your favorite color. How could you not be happy?

Later that same day, you'd declared Jimin your best friend. And then you had taught him your secret language so no imbecile could eavesdrop on your private conversations. Jimin thought you were the coolest human being alive.

Jimin still thinks you're the coolest human being alive.

He's thirteen and waiting for you outside of your house so both of you can walk to school together. Walking to school side by side has been a tradition ever since you were little, too. It was also a tradition that you were always a few minutes late.

You suddenly bust out of the door with half a bagel in your mouth and your hair a frenzied mess. "Bye Granny!" you yell as the door slams shut. "Let's go!" you exclaim to Jimin in your secret language as he nods in agreement. The two of you begin to walk to school.

"What are you today?" he asks as he looks over at your outfit of the day. You're wearing black cargo pants, a black mesh top with a black tank top underneath, big, black boots and metal chains around your neck. You like to keep your fashion choices interesting by having a different style every day. You've already tried prim and proper, goth, princess and tomboy. But this... Well, this was something definitely new.

"I'm a bad girl." You grin, chomping down on the rest of your breakfast and brushing your hands together to get rid of the crumbs.

Jimin frowns. "You're gonna get dress coded," he says but upon your disappointed look, he sighs. "You're gonna get dress coded," he says in the secret language.

"Am not."

"Are too."

You roll your eyes, flipping your messy hair over your shoulder. "They can dress code me. Fine. I'll go to school in my underwear the next day, then."

Jimin laughs, shaking his head. "They'll send you to juvie."

You snort, throwing your head back in a fit of laughter. "Oh, Jimin, I—" You suddenly gasp, hand flying into your pocket to fish out your favorite green permanent marker. Its name is Gilbert.

"Grammar error?" Jimin asks.

"Yeah," you sigh, shaking your head in disdain. "Over there."

There's a sign in front of a local coffee shop that painstakingly reads: free cakes everyday after four!

"They forgot the space between 'everyday,' " you huff, so disappointed that you forget to speak in the secret language. "Wait right here."

Jimin stops walking, watching you quickly stroll over to the sign and circling the word, 'everyday' with Gilbert and marking in all caps right next to it: NEEDS SPACE.

You make your way over to Jimin again, sighing. "When will people learn?"

"Not everyone is good at grammar, Y/N," Jimin reminds you. "I think you're being a bit of a grammar Nazi."

You scoff. "So what if I am a grammar Nazi? Do you think it's acceptable to parade around town using the wrong 'everyday?' " You throw your hands in the air for dramatic emphasis.

"I mean, everybody makes mistakes," Jimin tries.

You huff, crossing your arms. "Yeah, like your outfit," you grumble. "You forgot to hook a strap of your overalls over your shoulder."

"Hey!" Jimin says. "It's fashion!"

"It's ridiculous," you counter. "It's like you're trying to show off your man chest."

"Well, you're trying to show off your girl chest."

You gasp, gazing down at your black mesh top before realizing Jimin's actually right—this stupid top does expose a lot of you to the public's scrutiny. "Don't look there, idiot!" you say. "Perve."

"What am I supposed to do? Not look at it?"

"Yes!" you say very indignantly. "A true gentleman would not look!"

"But it's right in front of my face!"

"You know what, Jimin? You can walk to school alone!" You start dashing away from Jimin, your heavy boots thumping on the concrete.

"Wait! Y/N!"

Though you might've won the fight at that moment, Jimin becomes the real winner when you come out of your house the next day wearing a turtleneck that covers your whole upper half and modest boot cut jeans with white sneakers.

"What are you today?" Jimin teases in the secret language.

"Shut up," you mutter. "Let's go."

Jimin happily obliges, skipping his way to school as you grumble, following right behind him.

Sometimes Jimin wonders what he would do without you. You were the angelic figure that had swept him off his feet when he needed a good distraction from reality. You had stepped in when his mother had stepped out. And he loves you no matter how weird you are.

"Jimin?" you ask, your head propped against his chest as his arm wraps around you. Both of you are staring up at the blue sky with sunglasses on.

"Hmm?"

"I think I can speak to the weather," you confess in the secret language, grinning wildly as you watch the clouds shift in the blue sky. "It was probably my fourteenth birthday gift from the universe, you know?"

Jimin loves how you never grew up. You were the same Y/N he knew in kindergarten with a big imagination and overflowing creativity—only smarter, taller and more beautiful.

"You can speak to the weather?" Jimin asks.

You nod. "I'm making it sunny right now."

"Really?"

You snuggle into his chest, clinging to his warmth as you laugh. "I control it with my emotions. I'm so happy right now that the sun can't help but shine upon us."

Jimin's heartbeat quickens as you clutch onto his t-shirt, but he tries to play it off. "And why are you so happy right now?"

"It's summertime!" you exclaim, suddenly jumping up and out of Jimin's arms. "We'll be in high school this year!! And you know how much I love hanging out with my best friend."

Jimin smiles, though he wonders if you'll ever love him the same way he loves you.

"You know," you sigh as you trudge down the steps of your apartment building in a large green raincoat and white boots with a glazed donut in your hand. "I'm feeling pretty horrible today. I think it's going to rain."

Jimin nods as he looks up at the sky. Sure enough, the rain clouds are settling in, painting the sky a dark gray. "That's not a good way to start off the first day of high school."

"It really isn't," you sigh.

"Is it your granny?" Jimin whispers in the secret language as both of you begin to walk to your new school.

You flinch. "She's just... she's not feeling too well, you know?"

"I'm sorry," Jimin says. "Do you know what it is?"

"She won't fucking tell me," you groan, handing your donut to Jimin. "I don't want it. Do you?"

It's Jimin's favorite food: a glazed donut, so he takes it and munches on it. Something tells him that you saved it just for him. "Thanks," he says. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No..." You shake your head, your lips that had been set in a stern lip suddenly curving up to reveal a bright smile. "Sorry, I'm totally killing the mood. We should be excited! High school, right?? Oh my god, do you think we're all going to dance in the gym like we're all in it together??"

"That stuff only happens in the movies," Jimin chuckles as he finishes the last of your donut. But upon seeing your disappointed face, he offers: "No, we'll definitely dance around in the gym singing songs from High School Musical."

"That's more like it!" you exclaim.

Crazily enough, by the time the two of you reach the new school, the rain clouds have disappeared from the sky. Jimin looks over at you, who had taken off your raincoat to reveal a rather summery green t-shirt dress. Maybe you really can control the weather with your emotions.

Jimin admires how you don't give two flying fucks about social standards. You're brave enough to be yourself, to stray from society and not conform to stupid high school stereotypes. You're everything that he isn't. And in sophomore year in high school, you're wilder than ever before. Frankly, he thinks you're what everyone wants to be but is too afraid to be.

"Did you study for the AP chem test?" Jimin asks as he fidgets with pages and pages of notes in his hands.

You snort, tugging your favorite green jacket around yourself. "No. Why would I? It's just a test."

"But it's an important test," Jimin insists, eyes glazing over as he half listens to you and half crams last-minutely. "Last test to raise your grade before the final."

"My time's important too," you laugh. "I don't regret those six hours I spent reading yesterday. You know, I woke up so late today that I had to wear my pajamas to school."

Jimin glances down at your sweatpants and looks up at your tousled hair.

"Yeah," you say, "only had time to put on the nearest jacket. But it's kind of hot, isn't it?"

You're right. Ever since you helped nurse your granny back into top-notch health, the weather was perfect—always sunny and just slightly breezy. It matches your mood.

You shrug off your green jacket, folding it away. When Jimin notices your shirt underneath, he gasps out loud.

"Y/N!"

"What?"

"You're wearing those pajamas!" he exclaims in the secret language, frantically. "Do you wanna borrow my t-shirt or something?"

"What? No!" you cock your head. "What's so bad about my t-shirt right now?"

"Y/N, you're literally wearing a shirt with the periodic table on it. We're taking a chem test!"

"Oh, you're so funny, Jimin," you say, shaking your head. "It's just a t-shirt. No one will care."

Fast forward ten minutes later when your AP chem teacher calls you up before you sit down with your test and tells you that you need to put a jacket over your shirt.

"But Mr. Levitt!" you protest. "I don't want to be in a stuffy jacket when I'm taking a test!"

Mr. Levitt sighs, but after an intense one-minute staring contest in which you claim victory, he agrees to turn on the air conditioning. Silently, everyone thanks you (it's a hot day, after all) as you return to your seat with your jacket covering your shirt and your eyes sparkling with their usual mischief. Jimin thinks you might've elaborately planned this whole scheme out. Mr. Levitt is infamous for being a total tightwad on the AC, so maybe you thought you had to do something about it instead of studying for the test.

Naturally, you proceeded to completely bomb the chemistry exam.

"Ugh," Jimin groans the next day as you step out of your home with an apple in your mouth. "The scores are out. I got a 92%," he huffs. "That's barely gonna raise my grade."

You laugh out loud, tossing Jimin another apple that he gratefully catches. "I got a 43%. Deal with it."

"You're serious."

"I'm always serious," you giggle, twirling around in your rather nice-looking outfit. Jimin notices you took extra time to curl your hair and apply a sheer lipgloss on your lips. "Besides, you know, that test had so many grammatical errors that I couldn't possibly focus on the problems!" You scoff, shaking your head disdainfully as your eyes gloss over to remember the horror you saw the day before. "I had to whip out Gilbert and fix all the errors, you know? I didn't even get to look at half the questions on the test. But I'm pretty sure I got everything else right, though," you confidently announce. "Totally worth it. Mr. Levitt needs to learn a thing or two about dangling modifiers."

"But Y/N, you can't fail a class!" Jimin protests. He doesn't have the guts to tell you that you earned your 43% after a 13% curve—that in reality, you'd really gotten a 30%.

"I'm not failing," you giggle, "yet."

"What am I gonna do with you?"

You shrug, biting at your healthy breakfast and chewing slowly. "Anyways, do you like my outfit?" you ask in your secret language, totally changing the subject.

Jimin warily eyes your pretty skirt and button-down top. His face heats up just a little bit, but he forces himself to look away. "Why'd you dress up so much? You're going to fall down wearing those heels."

You roll your eyes so hard Jimin can see the whites of your eyes. "Google Earth always takes pictures, my friend," you sing. "If people see me walking down this street on that app, I want to look fabulous."

Jimin's learned a long time ago from experience to not believe everything you say. (One time when the two of you were six years old, you told Jimin if he waited in his garage at night without falling asleep, he'd see his father's old, battered Hyundai turn into a chivalrous robot—this was after you had watched Transformers with him at home—and Jimin had stupidly believed you. What followed was him staying up for three nights in a row, waiting for the car to morph in Optimus Prime. He was almost going to stay up for a fourth night until you had to put an end to his madness by telling him you were joking.) And there were many, many more times your large imagination had convinced Jimin something that wasn't real, was. But now, he knows when to take your words with a grain of salt.

Even so, the next day, he dresses up extra nicely. Just in case Google Earth is taking photos.

You pass sophomore year with mediocre grades, but by now, Jimin knows you don't really care much about your transcript.

Junior year is rumored to be the hardest of all in high school, a rumor that turns out to be quite true. Well, except for you.

Jimin's reading for his huge physics exam on his bed while you're propped up against the headboard, legs tangled absentmindedly with his. The two of you had been in that position for hours. Normally, you can't sit in one spot for more than forty-five minutes, but you must be concentrating on something because you'd been way too still and quiet for way too long.

"Hey, Y/N?" Jimin calls in the secret language. "You good?"

"Hmm," you hum. "Mhm."

When Jimin looks up, he sees you sewing. You must've gotten that sewing kit splayed before you from your granny. It's really endearing how much you love her and how much you're willing to do for her. She's the only family you've got left around here, and she's the one that has taken care of you since you were very young. Your granny is a lot like you, too. Jimin's heard from you that she likes watching extreme sports and hopes to become a three-time gold Olympic medalist snowboarder by the time she's dead (though she hasn't won a single snowboarding contest in her life). She loves fashion and enjoys taking you out to shop. She likes to preach that grades do not define intelligence. (It seems as though you've had that soaked in your brain for a very long time.) Her husband, Gilbert, was a grammar freak like her, but he passed away before you were born. You named your permanent green marker after him.

You don't like to talk about it, but your granny hasn't been in great health in the past few years. Jimin knows how much it's putting a strain on you, yet you insist that everything's completely fine before suggesting to embark on another wild journey.

"Are you sewing something on your favorite shorts?" Jimin asks, setting down his physics book.

You nod, tongue poking out of your lips as you concentrate. "It's a QR code."

"Oh, really?" Jimin becomes interested as he scoots closer to you so that your arms are touching.

"Yeah, so when I wear these scandalously short shorts and guys are checking out my ass, they'll see this QR code instead and dare to scan it, you know?" you smile proudly at yourself, setting down your sewing project as you lean again Jimin's shoulder. "Wanna know what comes up when you scan it?" you ask in the secret language.

"Yeah."

"Information about colorectal cancer."

"What?"

"Colorectal cancer. Colon cancer, Jimin." He notices the way your lips tremble slightly as the words spill out of your mouth. You're struggling to keep a straight face.

"Oh, Y/N... Your granny—"

"Yes," you cry out, tears starting to well up in your eyes. "Stage four, Jimin. Fucking stage four. She has about a year left."

"Y/N..."

You move in to hug Jimin, crying into his shirt as he wraps his arms around your waist, letting you cry in silence.

You don't like to cry. Jimin's only seen you cry one other time in his twelve years of friendship with you—when your granny had her first cancer scare a couple years back. To see you breaking down in front of him like this hurts him more than words can describe. You're usually so resilient; you wear a fierce smile on your face even when times are tough. But you'd have to take off your happy mask at some point.

He lets you sob into his chest, warm hands tracing circles on your back in hopes of soothing you. He never knows the right thing to say, unlike you, so he stays quiet.

It takes a few minutes but your sobs dwindle to soft sniffles, then to complete silence. Jimin holds you in his arms without complaint, savoring your warmth, hoping that just embracing you can help.

You pull away, wiping off the residue of your tears on your face with the back of your sleeve. "I'm so sorry, Jimin," you whisper, your hands tracing the wet patches of your tears on Jimin's shirt. "I think... I need to go home."

He doesn't stop you when you pack up your sewing kit and leave without another word. And he hates himself for being so cowardly.

But the next day, you come out of your house with a bright smile on your face. You're wearing the shorts with the QR code sewn on the back, proudly flaunting them to Jimin. He does everything so his eyes don't linger around your ass; in the end, he just looks away entirely.

You laugh when you see him blush, linking your arms together as you march to school. The sun's shining brightly today, but the streets are wet with the hard rain that had poured last night.

All too soon, senior year rolls by with summer just around the corner. You and Jimin make use of your lax time, no longer needing to worry about grades or academic productivity.

"You know, everyone has one deep fear," you confess, snuggling up against Jimin on the sofa in your room. "You know what mine is, right?"

Jimin nods. "Losing your granny."

"Good. Well, I think I know what yours is."

"Really?" Jimin asks, letting you rest your head on his chest as he plays with your hair.

"You're afraid of being left alone," you whisper. "You're especially afraid someone you love will leave you."

"Hmm..." Jimin hums. "Like my mother?"

"Yeah. But me too."

"You?" Jimin asks, bewildered, suddenly sitting up and moving away from you to stare into your eyes. "You're leaving?"

"Hey, relax," you giggle, shaking your head. "I'm not leaving forever. I'm just... I didn't tell you but... Granny passed away a few days ago. You know when it was raining really hard that night? Yeah, well that was because I was crying nonstop. She'd always wanted to be buried in Hawaii because that's where she met Gilbert. I'll be in Hawaii for a week—"

"Why don't you tell me anything until the last minute?" Jimin sighs. "You could've told me your granny passed away the day it happened. Why are you telling me now?" He struggles to keep his voice from trembling too hard. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her...

You shake your head, biting your lip to keep a straight face. "Because I knew I'd break down if I told you the day it happened."

"Y/N, it's okay to cry..."

"No, Jimin. It's not. I'm supposed to comfort you. I'm supposed to be the strong one that doesn't bat an eyelash when trauma comes her way. I'm supposed to be resilient, Jimin," you sigh. "I refuse to cry."

Jimin doesn't know what to say.

"I know," you say, leaning forward to grasp Jimin's warm hands. "I'm so sorry. I told you we'd go to the senior prom together. I'm so, so sorry, Jimin." You're smiling to reassure him, but your façade isn't fooling anyone—thunder clouds boom outside of your house, then the rain begins to fall. "I'm sorry, Jimin," you say again. "I want to make it up to you somehow."

Jimin had completely forgotten about going to prom until you had brought it up. You'd made those plans during freshman year, and both of you had been excited about it for all of high school. Now, it looks like those plans will be ruined. But Jimin knows how much you love your granny. She means way more than a silly prom night to you. He'll have to figure something out for himself. "You don't have to make anything up to me, Y/N," Jimin says. "I'm not going to prom, then, I guess."

"But you've been waiting for it since we were in ninth grade," you protest, shaking your head. "You were going to wear a green suit to match my green dress, remember?" you say in your secret language, a small smile playing on your lips. "I can get someone to go with you."

"It's fine, Y/N," Jimin says, shaking his head. "My dad wants me to start thinking about my future, anyway. I don't think he'll appreciate me going out without knowing what I want to study in college."

You nod. "Oh, okay, then."

"You're not going to college, are you?" Jimin whispers.

"I can't, Jimin," you shrug, a fake smile plastered on your lips. "I got a job at a restaurant as a waitress. I think I'll manage financially. You know, I think you should go into engineering or some pristine shit. You're too good at math and science."

"I'll keep that in mind," Jimin says as you cuddle into his chest again. He's known you for thirteen years now and he's never seen you this let down in his life. You're struggling to hide the gargantuan amount of pain you're feeling, but the weather is reflecting your emotions too well. Jimin never knows how to comfort you—partly because you're rarely upset, but also because he's scared you might leave him if he says the wrong words.

You're right.

Jimin's terrified of losing someone he loves. He's scared that you'll leave him one day.

Your senior year in high school is the last time Jimin sees you sad. It takes you a few months to adjust to a life without your granny, but after that, you jumped right back up and out of your misery. The years rolled on through delightful days and unforgettable nights. Both of you are 24 now and it seems like nothing has changed.

Jimin waits for you to come out of your house in your work uniform, and you do just a few minutes after he arrives.

"Hey!" you beam at him. "Hope you didn't sleep too late studying or whatnot."

Jimin laughs as the two of you begin to walk to your workplace. "I actually pulled an all-nighter studying for the mid-term," he shrugs, pointing at the dark circles underneath his eyes.

"Aww, Jimin," you coo. "I'm kind of glad I never went to college. Much less try for a master's degree. After your classes, wanna meet me during my night shift?"

"Sure," Jimin agrees. His eyes glance at your petite figure, admiring the bright look on your face and your sparkling eyes before realizing what you were wearing. "Oh, Y/N!"

"What?" you giggle. "Do you like it?"

"The manager isn't going to be happy about that, Y/N," Jimin sighs.

Your work uniform was black and red—a modest black dress with a cinched-in waist and short sleeves and a red waist apron. It was a uniform that Jimin thought made you look gorgeous, but he knew how much you hated it. You'd complained several times that the outfit was too dark and gloomy and that it made you look like a sexy vampire. And you do not like sexy vampires. (Jimin thinks that's because you always rooted for Jacob the "sexy werewolf" in the hit book series, The Twilight Saga.) But what could you do about it? The black and red uniform matched the colors of the logo of the restaurant you worked in: The Black Dress.

Yet it seems like you do not give a fuck.

You're now wearing a bright green skirt with a green fanny pack around your hips, and the white pirate blouse you bought on a shopping spree sale last Halloween. Your red waist apron is tied around your neck so it flows behind you like a cape. And to top it all off, there are green clips in your hair.

"I think I look outstanding!" you chirp, twirling around. "I'm still wearing my apron so I think I'll be fine."

"Y/N... You work at The Black Dress... You can't not be wearing a black dress!" Jimin cries. "You're going to get fired!"

"Nah, I'm not," you snort. "I think the new manager has a soft spot for me. He'll really like my rather innovative work uniform!"

"What if I come over during your night shift to find out that you're no longer working there?" Jimin protests. "How are you so sure he'll be fine with you not following the dress code?"

"Oh, Jimin," you giggle, shaking your head. "Live a little! Break a few fucking rules, will you? The manager and I are good friends. I'll be fine. We're still on for tonight, right?"

"Yeah," Jimin scoffs, "if you still have your job by then."

"I will!" you protest. "Do you wanna bet?"

"What? No!"

Jimin knows when you threaten to make a bet, you're always 100% sure you're going to win. He had lost a lot of money before he’d figured that out.

"See? I'll be fine, Jimin," you say, stopping your walking when you come in front of the restaurant. "Good luck on that mid-term, all right?" You give him one of your best grins, hitting his back encouragingly as you begin to walk backward towards the entrance of the restaurant. "You're going to ace it!" you yell in the secret language.

Jimin smiles brightly. He knows that your words of encouragement will do wonders to his score like always. "Thanks!" he calls. "Bye!"

You wave your arms frantically, nearly tripping on a rock as you do so (walking backwards is not your thing). With final grins exchanged, you head into the restaurant. Jimin watches as you leave, unable to hide the fierce blush of his cheeks. It's been almost two decades and he's failed to tell you that he loves you.

Meanwhile, you sashay into the restaurant, twirling around in your modified work uniform. "Hello, everyone!" you announce in your best singing voice.

"Good morning, Y/N," your manager offers, smiling at you as he walks up to greet you.

He's a handsome man, you must admit. In his early thirties, intelligent, good with his words and rather caring.

"It's just me for now," he chuckles. "I guess the others will come later."

"Wow, I can't believe I'm the first one here, Namjoon," you laugh. "I'm literally always the last. Isn't this the first?"

Your manager laughs as well. "This is a special day then, isn't it?"

"Every day is a special day. Is it not?"

"That's very true," Namjoon agrees. "Is that why you decided to ditch your work uniform, Y/N?" he teases. "I must say the modified version looks quite nice. Someone has a penchant for the color green doesn't she?"

"You caught me!" you exclaim, raising your hands up in mock guilt. "My best friend thought I'd get fired or something. He's such a plain Jane," you giggle. "But I love him though. He's coming over later during my night shift. Is that okay?"

"Of course that's okay," Namjoon smiles. "I thought he was your boyfriend. Doesn't he walk you here every day?"

You laugh so hard you snort. "Boyfriend? Boyfriend?! God, no! We've been friends for nearly two decades, Namjoon! I think one time we even showered together. We're literally best friends."

"Good," Namjoon grins. "Because I've been wanting to ask you out for a while."

Your eyes widen. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah. When are you free?" he asks.

"Hmm..." you think. "Well, I'm supposed to have a movie night with Jimin on Friday. On Saturday, Jimin and I are supposed to watch the water fountain show we bought tickets for like seven months ago... On Sunday I'm supposed to sleep over at his place so we can wake up on Monday at the same place, you know, so it'll be easier for Jimin to walk me here... I think I'm okay Sunday. As long as I get to Jimin's home by 8!"

Namjoon laughs at your long explanation, looking at you fondly. "I'll take you out on a cafe date. Then we can watch a movie and have an early dinner. How does that sound?"

"I like it!" you giggle. "I haven't been on a date in... damn, I've never been on a date."

"Really?" Namjoon asks, slightly bewildered. "No one's taken you out on a date? You?"

"Yeah!" you blush. "Why? Am I date-worthy?"

"You're very date-worthy, Y/N," Namjoon laughs. "Maybe everyone thought you were already taken. You know, you spend a lot of time with your best friend."

You snort. "Jimin and I hang out all the time but I never once thought of anything as a date. He probably thinks of me like I'm his sister!"

"Good, good," Namjoon grins. "So he won't be mad that I'll have to steal you away for a day."

You giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Jimin never gets mad. The last time he got slightly irritated with me was in senior year of high school."

"Great!" Namjoon says. "I'll see you at the cafe next door at 2?"

"Sure!" you exclaim.

"Everything's planned, then," Namjoon smiles. "Well, we have fifteen minutes left until the restaurant opens. Why don't you get dressed in your actual uniform? We have extras in the back, okay? Maybe I'll see you around today! I'm going to go check up on our chefs."

"Okay!" you nod. "Bye!" When he's out of view, you have to duck your head to hide your blushing red cheeks. When was the last time a man was interested in you? Never. You're not going to mess up on a perfect chance to date Kim Namjoon who's tall, handsome, intelligent and diligent. You don't think you can wait to meet Jimin during your night shift to tell him such good news. You might just accidentally text him right now! But you can't. Jimin's taking a test and you would be evil to distract him like that.

You've awaited your fairytale romance for 24 fucking years. Maybe you've finally found the Gilbert to your granny. Something about Kim Namjoon feels right.

You squeal giddily as you flee to the back counter of the restaurant, finding the extra black dress there as Namjoon said. You skip to the bathroom to get changed, folding up your modified uniform and stashing it somewhere in the back counter. Your radiance is obvious during your day shift—you get three times the amount of tips than usual. Namjoon even notices and compliments you on your diligence!

Usually, when your day shift is over by 4 p.m., you like to sit in the corner of the restaurant with a fresh magazine in hand and use Gilbert to correct all the embarrassing grammatical errors until it's time for your night shift. But today, Namjoon sits down across from you (because his work for today was over) and he asks what you're doing.

You spend the next two hours until your night shift explaining to Namjoon the intricacies of correct grammar. He seems to enjoy every minute of it. When you have to go back to work, Namjoon promises to see you tomorrow, which was Friday and wishes you the best on your night shift. You let out a dreamy sigh when he leaves.

How did you not notice such a great man like Namjoon was right in front of your face? Granted, it's only been a few weeks since he started working here, but still.

You're usually just a little bit tired (crazy, right? for such an energetic person like you) by the time you start your second shift, but you feel more energized than ever. By the time Jimin comes into the restaurant, you're serving the last customers and cleaning up the tables and pushing in the chairs.

"Hey!" you cry, rushing in to hug your friend. "How was the mid-term?"

"It was great!" Jimin beams. "You've been in a really good mood today, haven't you? The sun was out the whole day. Huh, and you're not fired, I see. Someone made you put on the uniform?"

"Yeah, Namjoon," you say dreamily. When Jimin makes a blank face, you clarify, "my manager."

"Oh? He wasn't mad?"

"No! He wasn't!" you giggle. "He asked me out on a date, Jimin! And then he told me to change into my uniform, but that's beside the point! We're supposed to meet on Sunday at the cafe next door at 2! This is my first date! You have to help me with what to wear!"

Jimin plasters on a giant grin for you, though his insides crumble. "That's great, Y/N! Maybe I can come over later and help you choose what to wear. Are you thinking of making it official? It sounds like you really like him..."

"I don't know yet," you hum. "But I know he's a great guy! You know how well I read people, right? He really likes Gilbert too! God, I think he's already gonna be my prince!"

Jimin nods. "Wow," he mumbles. "Do you know him very well?"

"Well, I know that his name is Kim Namjoon. And he's the day-time manager for The Black Dress," you say, furrowing your eyebrows as you try to think. "He has blonde hair... uh, he's tall and he likes to wear all black!"

"You don't know him very well, do you?" Jimin accuses, crossing his arms over his chest. "Y/N, how do you like him so much if you barely know him? Is it because he expressed interest in you? You can't just go liking people back just because they like you... You need to make judgments for yourself."

You pout, shaking your head. "It's not like that," you say. "And I made my judgment already! I like Kim Namjoon, Jimin. Besides, I will get to know him. Now, I'm gonna go close up the restaurant so sit tight, all right?"

Jimin nods, grumbling under his breath about how quickly you were moving on to like someone you barely gave a second look at. He does admit that he's a bit jealous... Who was this Kim Namjoon who just decided to waltz into your life and steal you away from him? Who was he to ask you out just based on physical attraction? Jimin can't believe you were falling for a guy you basically just met. But he does admit that you've always wanted some sort of fairytale romance. Is it too late for him to confess now?

"Why are you thinking so hard?" you giggle, making Jimin jump away from you from the suddenness. "I closed up the restaurant. Shall we go home?" You hold out your hand for Jimin to take, which he does after just a bit of hesitance.

"I was not thinking very hard," Jimin says.

"Oh, really?" you snort, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. "You were thinking so hard, a vein popped out in your forehead! A penny for your thoughts?"

When you hold out an actual penny for him to take, Jimin laughs, shaking his head. You huff, putting the penny back in your pocket. "It was nothing, Y/N."

"Wow, I didn't know nothing made you think so hard you looked angry," you tease. "You can tell me anything, you know."

"Yeah, of course," Jimin sighs, squeezing your hand and struggling to hide his actual feelings.

Damn. If he could control the weather with his emotions, it would be raining right now.

Jimin knew you would never be one to put your dates over your friends. That fact was confirmed for him when even though you got Namjoon's phone number, you never texted him when you were hanging out with Jimin—which was practically all the time.

Your Friday movie night was a blast, as usual. The two of you cuddled up on the couch and completely lost it over a hysterical comedy. And the Saturday hangout was even better with the majestic water fountain show. When the two of you separated that night, you ended up FaceTiming in each of your houses. Like Jimin had promised, he helped you pick out a cute but modest outfit for tomorrow—something that enhanced your best features (which Jimin thought is everything) and something that would make it very obvious that green is your color. You went to bed smiling because you were excited about your date with Namjoon tomorrow. Jimin went to bed smiling because you were the last person he saw before going to bed.

On Sunday morning, Jimin woke up, texted you to have fun on your date and began to study for his advanced thermodynamics class, which was a whole fucking pain in the ass. He skipped lunch, got a snack around early evening and waited for you to come over while he watched some kitten Youtube videos.

You were supposed to be back from your date by 8 p.m. It is promptly 8:07 and Jimin begins to get a bit nervous. Should he text? Call? 8:07 is such an ambiguous time. If he calls now, he'll sound clingy, like he's trying to interrupt your date with Namjoon. Well, Jimin wouldn't mind doing that, but he doesn't want to hurt your feelings and burst your idealistic bubble. Perhaps he should wait.

You're always late to everything, anyways. If Jimin wasn't in your life, you would've been late to every single day of school from kindergarten to high school. Hell, if he hadn't banged on your door for you to come out on graduation day, you might've never graduated high school. Maybe Gilbert fell out of your flimsy dress pocket and you're looking for it? (It's happened before so it could surely happen again.)

Alas, the door of Jimin's small apartment swings open and you practically skip through, giggling and twirling around. "Sorry I'm late!" you say, rushing over to where Jimin was slouched on the couch and cuddling up next to him.

You smell faintly masculine. Jimin struggles not to make an unflattering face—that was no doubt Namjoon's cologne. He wonders what base Namjoon took you to tonight. Did you kiss him? Did you make out with him? Have... sex?

He shudders thinking about it.

No. That couldn't have happened. They were in public places the whole time. Unless...

He glances over at you who's stripping off your jewelry, socks and jacket. You're too busy tying up your hair into a messy bun to notice Jimin staring at your lips. Had Namjoon kissed you goodbye?

Jimin shames himself for having these thoughts. He should be happy for you. Besides, you weren't even that late. It's only 8:10.

"You wouldn't believe why I was like, ten minutes late," you giggle, stretching out your legs and sitting in an unflattering position that hikes your dress up to your mid-thigh. Jimin struggles not to look down.

"Really?" he asks. "What happened?"

You snort. "Okay, so—wait do you have my makeup remover wipes here? And can I borrow some sweats? I totally forgot to bring a change of clothes. Sorry!" you say.

Jimin nods. "Yeah, the wipes are in my bedroom where you last left them and um, you can find some of my t-shirts in the first drawer of the cabinet next to my bed."

"Okay, thanks, Jimin!" you giggle, quickly bouncing up from your spot. When you see that Jimin's still glued to his seat, you laugh. "I can't tell you the story when you're that far away from me! Get up! I'll tell you the story while I change."

Jimin flushes at the thought. "Y-Yeah, okay," he stutters. You tug him into his own bedroom, snatching the makeup wipes from the nightstand and beginning to wipe off your light makeup. Jimin sits down on his bed, cross-legged, attentively waiting for you to start your story.

"Okay, anyways, Joon—"

"Joon?"

"Yeah, it's like my little nickname for Namjoon, isn't it adorable? Where was I? Right!" you mutter to yourself as you furiously scrub off the remnants of your mascara. "We were coming out of the movie theater, right? I found out Gilbert wasn't in my pocket! And I was just about to turn around to tell Joon my misfortune but he was already facing me and yelling, 'I FORGOT MY PHONE!' "

You take a moment to skillfully aim the wipe into Jimin's trash bin, squealing when it goes in completely clean. Jimin claps politely for you.

"Thank you," you bow dramatically. "Oh yeah, where was I?" You begin to make your way towards Jimin's bedroom cabinet, pulling out the first drawer and inspecting your choices of nightwear and sticking your hand in the neatly folded clothes to rummage through and pick your poison. "So, naturally, Joon and I went back into the theater and—ooh, Jimin you have a few condoms in here! Are you getting it on these days?"

"Y/N!" Jimin shrieks, scrambling over and snatching the condom you were teasingly holding out before chucking it into his closet and slamming the door shut. "T-That's private."

"Oh, really?" you ask, wiggling your eyebrows. "Who's the lucky girl?"

"Come on, Y/N. I'm a virgin, you know that."

You raise your eyebrows. "It looks like you're tired of being one though," you tease.

Jimin can't look you in the eyes. His face burns with humiliation. He can't possibly explain why he had bought those condoms. Back when he was an undergraduate, he had been desperate to get over his feelings for you—so desperate, in fact, that he had purchased his first batch of contraceptives to have sex with other women and completely forget about you. But he never had the guts to try. How could he? When he was so hopefully in love with you that he couldn't imagine himself being sexually active with someone else. Er, not that he sees himself being sexually active with you. But—

I need to stop thinking about this.

"Aw, Jiminie," you coo. "It's okay to be a virgin," you say in your secret language as you sit down on the bed with one of Jimin's favorite black t-shirts in hand. Jimin believes you must've thought he was pissed off at you for teasing him about being inexperienced. "I'm a virgin too, right?" you say. "I'm waiting for my prince!"

Jimin breathes a sigh of relief. So you hadn't had sex with Namjoon tonight. For some reason, he feels much better after hearing that. "You know what, Y/N?" he smiles. "I'm waiting for my princess."

You smile so bright it lights up the room. "Good," you say. "Let's get married on the same day, then. A double wedding in a castle far, far away!" you place a dramatic hand over your forehead. "Now! Where was I for the hundredth time? Oh, yeah! Joon and I went back to the theater," you say, starting to unzip your dress.

Jimin's eyes turn wide and he quickly turns his back towards you, making you laugh.

"I'm not putting on a strip show," you giggle. "You don't have to be so embarrassed about it!"

"I-I, uh, I'll just give you some privacy. Tell me when you're done," Jimin manages to choke out.

"So gentlemanly. How do you not have a girlfriend yet?" you chuckle to yourself, sliding the sleeves of the dress of your shoulders and dragging the fabric off of your body. "Okay, okay, okay. I need to focus. Anyways, Joon and I went back into the movie theater and the first thing we did was to go back into the room where we watched the movie—great film, by the way—and we literally scrounged around everywhere for my poor Gilbert and Joon's phone! But to no avail! It was as if both of them disappeared!"

You toss your dress on the floor, unclip your bra and tug Jimin's shirt on in smooth motions.

"Jimin, you can look now," you say.

He turns around, ears slightly pink and eyes averted. Quickly, Jimin sits down on his bed, across from you. "You can continue your story," he offers.

You grin. "So, Joon was panicking at this point because he lost his phone. And I was about to burst into tears because I lost Gilbert, you know?"

Jimin nods in response.

"Yeah, so I figured I'd have to be late coming to your apartment because I can't just leave without Gilbert! When I reached into my purse to get my phone to tell you of my misfortune, guess what happened. Guess! Guess!"

Jimin pouts. "Can't you just tell me?"

You roll your eyes. "I was building the story up just so you could literally guess what happened with no problem," you huff. "Fine, then. I reached into my purse to get my phone and I pulled out Namjoon's instead! Turns out, before the movie, Joon was holding all the snacks and he dropped his phone. So, you know, I picked it up and couldn't give it back to him so I just put it in my purse!"

Jimin smiles. "And you forgot you put it in your purse?"

"Well, yeah!" you giggle. "I was so worried about Gilbert!"

"Did you find him?" Jimin asks.

You snort. "Is that even a question, Jimin? I wouldn't be this happy right now if I hadn't. You'd never guess where Gilbert was, Jimin."

"So there's no point in me trying, right?" he responds, teasingly. But when he sees your death glare, he sighs. "Fine. Was Gilbert in Namjoon's purse?"

"HA!" you exclaim. "Good one! But no, it was in my right pocket."

"Oh, Y/N," Jimin says, leaning back on his bed. "You only checked your left pocket before you declared Gilbert missing, huh?"

"Yessir!" you laugh. "Joon and I got a good laugh out of it. He told me I'm really silly! And, get this, he said I'm a natural!"

"Really?" Jimin says. "A natural at what?"

"Dating!" you squeal. "He told me I'm naturally cuddly and adorable and kissable and—god, my heart exploded in my chest!!!"

Kissable???

"But I told him I don't kiss on first dates—not that I've never been on another one... You know? Like you need to give them something to long for!" you laugh, spreading out on Jimin's bed while looking up at his ceiling. "I read that from a romance novel somewhere. And it worked! He asked me out on our second date during our first date! Am I amazing or what?"

"Oh, Y/N," Jimin sighs.

"Oh, Jimin," you mock right back. "Anyways, shall we go to bed early? My princess beauty sleep is waiting!" you sing, making your way to Jimin's bathroom. "I'm gonna wash up, okay?"

"All right," Jimin answers, getting up to turn off the lights of his room. He crawls back into his bed, waiting for you to join him. A few minutes later, you do, tucking yourself in on the left side of the bed and snuggling Jimin's blankets as you sigh out.

No matter how many times he's slept beside you, Jimin feels like his heart will beat out of his chest every time. It feels wrong, to sleep in the same bed as adults when you're in nothing but a platonic relationship with him. Yet something about it feels so right... And you've been doing it since you were kids and upholding tradition is pretty important to both of you.

Jimin double-checks to make sure he isn't pulling the blanket covers too hard. He doesn't want you left with anything to stay warm through the night.

"Goodnight, Jimin," you whisper.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispers back.

And he drifts off to sleep. Only in his dreams can his longing to be with you come true.

Jimin is always your priority. You have a lot of friends, but when it comes to who you're willing to spend the most time with, it's Jimin. And it's always been like that—since that one fateful day in kindergarten to now. Er, kind of.

These days, your priorities may have shifted just a tiny bit.

It's been like that ever since Namjoon took you out on that stupid fifth date, which was the date that marked the official start of your romantic relationship with him. Jimin had sulked in his bed that whole day when you'd first texted him the news. But later, he forced himself to get up and have a cup of coffee with you in the cafe next to your workplace. He feigned a smile for you and told you that Namjoon was one lucky man.

And he was.

Now that Namjoon is officially your boyfriend, Jimin had to share you with him. It's unfair. Jimin's known you for nearly two decades, but Kim Namjoon decided to waltz into your life one day and win you over in less than a month. What did Namjoon have that Jimin didn't??

But no matter how bitter your relationship with Namjoon made Jimin feel, he hid it away from you. Besides, you are practically glowing these days. Whatever Namjoon tells you makes you absolutely radiant. And Namjoon must be a good man because you come over to Jimin's apartment after every date happy and bubbly like it was your first. So he's definitely treating you right.

You don't get to spend as much time with Jimin anymore, too. Sometimes, Jimin asks if you're available for lunch or dinner but half the time you've already made reservations with your boyfriend. Yet you always make sure you see Jimin at least five days a week (two days less than what was before, but it's a small price Jimin's willing to pay for your heightened happiness).

Since your birthday is coming up, Jimin's been putting the finishing touches on your present—the one he's been preparing since the day after your last birthday. This year, you've already made him a short little flipbook (that you drew yourself) about the first time the two of you had first met for Jimin's birthday. The gift was rather nostalgic and it had almost made him cry. Jimin hopes the present he makes for you this year will make you cry. In a good way, of course.

You and Jimin share every single one of your birthdays. It's been an ongoing tradition since Jimin turned six before you did. This year is no different. You had to tell a very bummed Namjoon that you already made dinner reservations with your best friend so he'd had to give you your present when you ate lunch with him earlier that day.

Jimin doesn't really think Namjoon likes him that much. He always eyes Jimin with some sort of suspect as if Jimin was going to steal you away from him. Hmph. The feeling is reciprocal.

When you came to your favorite restaurant wearing your favorite green dress, Jimin had already ordered the food and was patiently waiting with his hand-made present.

"Hey!" you cry as you slide into the seat.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" Jimin smiles. "You look great!"

"Right?" you giggle, tossing your perfectly curled hair over your shoulder. "I felt like for my 25th birthday, I'd have to wear something cute. I'm halfway to the fucking 50 years old, Jimin. I'm aging too quickly," you huff, crossing your arms over your shoulder. "Did you order already?"

"O-Oh, yeah," Jimin says. "Why? Did you want something different?"

"No, I just wanted to check if the menus had any grammatical errors," you laugh, shrugging. "Oh well, when we get dessert menus, I'll check out RM."

"RM?"

"Oh! It's part of the gift Joon gave me," you exclaim, pulling out a—

"Red marker?" Jimin scrunches his eyebrows. "For your birthday?"

You nod, placing the marker on your desk and rolling it towards Jimin so he can pick it up and examine it. Jimin does, scrutinizing the marker that was most definitely not as great as Gilbert.

"Well, Joon always saw that I was correcting grammatical errors with Gilbert and he thought that something red would be more emphatic, you know?" you explain, taking out Gilbert from your left pocket. "Of course I love Gilbert more, but I thought I'd give RM a try. Besides, Joon said red serves as the better color for correcting. He said the color itself brings alert to the problem and that green is too passive. I guess I can see that."

Jimin frowns. "But you like green because it's 'passive,' " Jimin sighs as he makes air quotes with his hands. "And it doesn't make the corrections seem as rude and aggressive."

"I know, Jimin," you smile. "I'll try RM out once and keep it on a shelf somewhere. Gilbert's not going anywhere. You know that. Besides, Joon was really insistent that I tried it out, you know? He was so thoughtful too! I think it's a great gift! And I think it's endearing that he named it RM for me. Did you know RM used to be his nickname when he was back in college and in an acapella group? The man can sing! What can he not do?" you gush.

"He named the marker after himself?" Jimin snorts. Typical.

"Well, yeah, I guess he did!" you laugh. "It's like I'm always carrying around a mini him!"

Bleh.

"Yeah," Jimin agrees without much heart. "Oh, wanna see what I got you for your birthday?" he asks, hoping to steer the conversation away from your boyfriend.

"OH MY GOD, YES!" you exclaim. "I've been waiting for this moment since my last birthday."

"Good," Jimin grins as he whips out a box with pretty, green wrapping. "Here."

You take it from him, shaking the box wildly and with wide, happy eyes. "It's kinda heavy!" you comment, beginning to rip the wrapping off. You skillfully force the box open with the butt of your fork. When you finally see your present, you gasp. "Oh, Jimin, you fucking didn't."

"I fucking did," Jimin smiles proudly. "Open it."

You carefully take a photo book out of the box, your eyes glued on the beautiful front cover. "God. I'm tearing up just looking at the front," you laugh. "Where'd you even get these photos?"

He shrugs, smiling. "Here and there, you know?"

Jimin had made sure the cover of the photo book would be littered with childhood photos he and you had taken when you were younger. The rest of the book is filled with little memories the two of you shared growing up with captions and comments underneath. There are a total of 392 photos in the book. And Jimin had spent seven months accumulating them—mostly from his father's old camera and Jimin's old Nokia phone he dug out from his garage. You'd always wanted a photo book, so Jimin thought it was time to gift you with one.

You're excitedly flipping through the pages, spending more time to stare at the more sentimental photos. Even when the food arrives, you can't put the book away. You're so distracted with Jimin's present that you don't even try to correct the grammar errors on the dessert menus. So Jimin grabs Gilbert and makes corrections himself. He puts the correct accents on crème brûlée and corrects a rather obvious spelling error. Then, he proceeds to order two strawberry cheesecakes. Surprisingly, even when the dessert arrives, you don't put the book down.

It's rare when something entrances you so much that you don't speak for long periods of time. You haven't spoken a single word to Jimin ever since you'd started flipping through the photo book, and Jimin finds that he doesn't mind at all. He loves watching how your face relaxes and contorts again as the memories of your childhood flood through you. The last photo in the book is the one your granny took of you and Jimin fighting over the last glazed donut when the two of you were in first grade. Spoiler alert: you'd won. But you had also felt bad after watching Jimin sulk so you'd broken the donut in half and handed a piece to your best friend.

When you finally catch sight of the last photo, you gasp, putting a hand over your lips.

"Granny," you whisper. "She took this photo. I remember..."

You're practically clouded with nostalgia and Jimin swears he sees tears welling up in your eyes. But you won't cry over something as simple as this. It's the fact that you loved his gift so much that you almost cried that counts.

"Gosh... Jimin," you breathe, fanning your eyes. "I'm not crying, by the way. Something's in my eye, I don't know," you mumble.

Jimin grins.

"I don't even know what to say, Jimin. I love it. I'll cherish it forever. Thank you. God, it's perfect," you say. "Wow. You're leaving me speechless, Jimin. And it's very hard to shut me up. You're something special."

Jimin practically beams. All the time and effort he'd spent on your birthday gift had really paid off. He loves seeing you so happy that you can't even describe what you're feeling in words.

You carefully shut the photo book, setting it off to the side before staring right into Jimin's eyes. "I would totally fucking say I love you right now but I don't think Joon would appreciate it."

"What?" Jimin breathes as his heart flutters in his chest. "But he's not here right now."

"He doesn't like it when I do 'romantic' things with you," you sigh as you lean back. "We had a long discussion about it a few days ago."

"Romantic things?" Jimin makes a face. "What the hell is he talking about?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal!" you exclaim, waving your hands. "He just thinks, well, he thinks that some of the stuff that I do with you... um, is not really, uh, platonic."

Ah. Jimin sees where you're going with this. And now it's obvious why Joon always looks at him so suspiciously—Namjoon feels threatened by Jimin.

"How so?" Jimin asks but he already knows the answer.

"Like um, he doesn't like it when I sleep over at your place, you know?" you say, fidgeting in your seat. "And he really put his foot down when I told him we sometimes share a bed. He said I shouldn't really do that with you anymore."

Jimin understands where Namjoon is coming from. But at the same time, he feels as if Namjoon had violated his rights. His rights to be with you.

"I can't hold hands with you either," you say, looking down at your uneaten strawberry cheesecake. "I'm so sorry, Jimin. I know we've been doing it for so long and I swear, I didn't know it was strictly a relationship thing. But apparently it is, and it made Joon uncomfortable that we were holding hands when I'm really dating him and just—" you stop yourself from rambling, sighing as you take a sip of your ice water. "And I really love him, Jimin," you whisper. "I don't want to lose him."

"You love him already?" Jimin says with a slight tremor in his voice that you completely look over. "It's only been a month, Y/N."

"Love has nothing to do with time," you smile wistfully. "He's my prince, Jimin. If I let him go, he'll find someone else."

Jimin's silent, unable to think of anything to say that wouldn't hurt your feelings.

You take his silence as a bad sign. "Jimin, I didn't want to break all of this to you on a celebration night but I felt like you deserved to know earlier," you say in your secret language. "I'm sorry. It was all part of our tradition too."

"It's fine," Jimin sighs. But it's really not. Yet Jimin hides his pain by shoving a forkful of cake into his mouth. He chews slowly, swallows. "What Joon's suggesting is pretty justified. Don't worry about it."

The rest of your birthday dinner is somewhat awkward. Of course, you try to save the mood by cracking a few jokes here and there, but Jimin finds it hard to laugh. It's the worst birthday he's ever celebrated with you.

You and Joon have only started dating for a month, but so much as changed already. Jimin doesn't even want to think of the drastic changes that might follow as your relationship with your 'prince' deepens and blossoms into something even more serious.

When Jimin arrives at your home to walk you to work on a Monday morning, he does a double-take because he finds you already waiting outside, shivering from the chilly air in nothing but your plain work uniform. Never in the twenty years that he's known you have you ever been on your doorstep before him.

"Y/N?" Jimin asks, bewildered. "What happened?"

"Hey!" you exclaim, waving at your best friend enthusiastically. "Nothing happened. I'm just trying to get into the habit of being early. It's not a good habit to be late all the time."

"Your face is red, Y/N!" Jimin says, shrugging his thick coat off and handing it to you and you take it gratefully. "How long have you been waiting?"

"Eh, just a few minutes," you say, sniffling your runny nose and grinning. "I'm as red as RM! Besides, the sun's shining. You know what that means? I'm fine."

Jimin shakes his head. "You should've waited inside. I'm okay with waiting. I've done it for twenty years so I wouldn't mind doing it for more."

"Joon told me I should get into the habit of being early," you giggle. "I've been late to every single one of our dates so far, you know?"

"Well, you've been late to every single one of our hangouts but I never said anything," Jimin scoffs.

"It's different with you," you say, smiling.

How? Jimin so desperately wants to ask. But he's afraid of your answer.

You wrap Jimin's black coat tighter around yourself as you skip down the porch steps. "C'mon! I wanna get to work super early!"

It takes only a week later for Jimin to realize you like going to work early because your boyfriend's already there, waiting for you.

You've been with Namjoon for about three months now, and the effects are starting to impact Jimin's life rather largely. For starters, you're spending way less time with him than before. The daily routines you had established with him for years are broken as you mold your lifestyle in the way that Namjoon wants you to. Jimin hates change more than anything. You should know that.

And you do. You apologize profusely—any chance you get—about the little changes in his lifestyle because of you; Jimin never blames you, though.

When you missed his grad school graduation because Namjoon bought you expensive vacation tickets to an acclaimed resort in Hawaii, Jimin didn't blame you.

It was Namjoon who had bought the tickets and it was Namjoon who told you the trip wasn't refundable. It was Namjoon who wanted to take you away from Jimin for a week. You promised you would FaceTime him.

And you're the best promise-keeper in the world.

"How is it there?" Jimin asks in the secret language as he lounges on his couch. "Is the weather nice?"

"It's beautiful!" you exclaim, moving out of the screen to show Jimin the sparkling blue-green oceans behind you. "We went snorkeling a few hours ago and we just had lunch so we're waiting to digest our food before we dive in again! I wish you were here," you pout. "I'm sorry I missed your graduation, by the way. Was your father there?"

"Yeah, he was. Don't worry about that," Jimin says. "I'm glad you're having fun."

"Aw, thanks!" you giggle. "Joon really outdid himself with all of this. Oh, how's your job status, by the way?"

"I got the job," Jimin smiles. "I didn't go through with those extra few years of school for nothing."

"HA!" you snort. "If I actually went to college, I would've been kicked out for literally failing every class. Remember when I got a 32% on that physics test? God, I hated Mr. Chung. Look at that! After all of these years, I still remember his goddamn name!"

Jimin shakes from laughter. "Of course I remember! Mr. Chung told me to tutor you or something."

"And then you told Mr. Chung that—"

"Baby?" Namjoon calls off-screen, interrupting you mid-sentence.

You turn around to look at him. "Yeah, babe? Oh, wait, sorry. I mean, yeah, babe?"

Jimin can hear Namjoon sighing. "Baby, can you please, refrain from using that secret language of yours in public?" he whispers. "I'm so sorry, but it sounds a bit like a chicken is being repeatedly run over by a car and people are starting to stare."

Jimin's about to give Namjoon a piece of his mind when you cut in before him.

"Aw, I'm sorry Joon," you giggle. "I made the language when I was really young. Explains a lot, doesn't it? Sorry, Jimin," you tell the camera. "I guess we'll have to stop our encrypted conversation."

"And baby?" Namjoon calls. "We're on vacation! Technology should be off when we have such beautiful scenery around us."

Jimin grits his teeth.

"Right!" you laugh. "Silly me. Sorry, Jimin," you say again, not even looking into the camera this time. "I have to go! I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye!"

Before Jimin can even answer, you end the call. Jimin's left staring right back at his own frustrated face. He chucks his phone across his couch and covers his face with his hands.

At first, Jimin didn't like Namjoon because he was jealous. But now, it's come to more than that. Namjoon's been trying to change the little quirks and habits that made you, you; he's trying to mold you into the same society you rebelled against for all of your life. He's trying to take you away from Jimin. He's trying to strip you of everything you were before you met him.

But what can Jimin do about it?

You're too head over heels in love with this Kim Namjoon. That man is the self-proclaimed prince to your princess. Jimin can't help but think he's the ogre. A handsome, successful ogre who strikes slowly, so slowly that the damage cannot be detected until it's too late.

If Jimin tries to warn you about Namjoon and his dubious intentions, you might not believe him and hate Jimin for life. If Jimin says nothing, he might not be able to recognize you in a few years' time at the rate the changes are happening now.

Jimin doesn't know what to do. He hates confrontations—that had always been your job, not his. So he does what he always does: nothing.

Being with you every day is a mystery. You have something new up your sleeve every single day without fail. Whether it be a new fashion style or a new gadget you made, you're always flaunting something that others wouldn't dare flaunt. And that's what made you so special.

But the crazy color schemes that had once been in your closet have been reduced to dark, muted colors. The Halloween costumes you kept every year to wear as everyday clothes were sitting on a rack in some Goodwill store. You dressed... plainly now.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with that. It's just not you. It is Namjoon though. Besides from Jimin, Namjoon is the plainest man he knows. And so far, switching out your wardrobe was definitely not your idea, though you seem to believe it is. That Kim Namjoon. He's planting these stupid ideas in your head and you're absorbing them like a sponge, too kind and docile and a bit too naive to disagree with your boyfriend.

Jimin's heard the way you talk about him. Your eyes gloss over with complete adoration and you giggle at everything Namjoon does. You're madly in love with him, and Jimin can't do anything about it except watch.

But no matter how many of your habits and physical lifestyle Namjoon can change, he can't touch your personality. You're the same girl Jimin's known and loved for years and years of his life. And he's not going to let you go anytime soon.

"JIMIN!!!" you yell, almost knocking your friend over by hugging him the moment you open your apartment door to see his face. "You're two minutes late!" you pout as you drag him over in front of your television. "I already picked a movie!"

Jimin can't deny Friday movie nights with you is the only thing he looks forward to these days. Though you don't cuddle with him on the couch anymore, you like to lean against his shoulder. And that's enough contact for Jimin to be satisfied.

"Really?" Jimin grins. "What movie?"

"Interstellar!" you say, collapsing on your couch as you aggressively pat the empty seat next to you. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm excited!"

"Y/N? Are you sure?" Jimin asks as he sits down next to you with a confused look on his face. Usually, when you choose a movie, you always end up reverting back to your classic favorite Disney princess films. "I know you don't really like sci-fi..."

"Yeah, but I told Namjoon I already watched that movie, but I haven't. So now I need to watch it," you explain quickly. "You like sci-fi, though, so you can explain all the things I don't get! Which would be half of the movie."

There Namjoon goes again. Making you watch movies that literally lull you to sleep.

"Okay," Jimin sighs. He doesn't have the guts to tell you that he's watched this movie hundreds of times.

By the time the roll credits are playing on the screen, you're completely knocked out. Well, you've been knocked out since the first twenty minutes of the film. Jimin's been watching you sleep for the rest of the two hours and thirty minutes of the film. (Not in a creepy way—an endearing way.) He had to stop himself multiple times from reaching out and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and away from your face.

God. Jimin needs a drink of water. Is it just him or is the room getting hotter?

He stands up slowly and quietly, making sure he wouldn't disturb your peaceful beauty sleep. Jimin's known your home since he was five; he could walk blindfolded to the kitchen if someone made him. He finds refuge near your water dispenser, fanning his face and taking his own cup from the cupboard. Your granny had bought that blue cup for him years ago, gifting you with a separate green cup. It's the only cup you use at home.

Jimin fills his cup with water, downing all of it in one large gulp. The water helps him cool off just a tad bit. He moves to place his used cup in the sink, his eyes habitually glancing over at your trash can.

You never remember to put a plastic bag inside it, which makes the gross remnants of your waste stick to your trash can. And Jimin can definitely say that that stench is horrendous. Jimin sighs as he finds an empty Walmart plastic bag rolling around your kitchen. He approaches the trash can, holding his breath just in case. But when he checks inside, there is nothing in it except for—

"GILBERT?" Jimin gasps loudly.

"JIMIN?!" you shriek. There's a resounding thud in the living room and a small "oof," from you as you lay sprawled on the floor.

"Y/N!" Jimin yells.

You dash over to your kitchen, rubbing your eyes and trying to adjust to the bright kitchen lights. "Jimin?" you say, your brows furrowed as you approach your friend who's pointing aggressively at your trash can with wide, angry eyes. "Oh," you say softly when you realize what he's talking about. "Right..."

"Why is Gilbert in the trash, Y/N?" Jimin asks, running his fingers through his hair as he grips the kitchen counter for stability. "Was it Namjoon? Did he do this?"

"No!" you shout. "I did it, Jimin. I tossed Gilbert in the trash."

"Why?" Jimin whispers, taking a step away from you. "That marker's everything to you."

"I know, Jimin, I know," you groan. "It dried out. It's ages old, you know?"

"But you take such good care of it, Y/N." Jimin shakes his head. "And you're just tossing it away like that because it dried out? What about your grandfather? What about your granny?"

"Jimin, it's fine. I'm fine," you say, shrugging. "It's time I let go, you know?

"Let go of what, Y/N? The only family you've known?" Jimin sighs. "What happened to saving the world by correcting their grammatical errors?"

"Its," you reply.

"What?" Jimin says exasperatedly.

"Saving the world by correcting its grammatical errors," you say, a slow smile emerging on your face as Jimin shakes his head to hide his own grin beginning to manifest on his face. "I'm sorry, Jimin. You're right. I don't know what I was thinking," you say. "Well, I wasn't. Joon and I had our first fight today."

"Oh..."

"No, don't you 'oh' me, Park Jimin!" you laugh. "It's really not that bad! He told me I had a premature taste in films and an immature outlook on life, but I mean, he's not wrong, you know? I tried to stay awake watching Interstellar. I really did. But Joon's right. I can't like anything that's advanced. And I realized that it's a crime to vandalize, too..."

"So you threw Gilbert away because of that?"

"Well, yeah," you say. "It's a crime, Jimin. I didn't even know until Joon told me! He's so wise!"

"Oh, god," Jimin groans, burying his face in his hands.

"Ah, c'mon, Jiminie," you say, grabbing his wrists and trying to pry his hands away from his face. "He's helping me move on, you know? He's helping me become a better person!"

A better person.

The words sting. If your definition of a 'better person' is losing the spark, the color of your life, then fine. You were already a better person than before. But all Jimin can see is the monochrome you. The you without color. Which doesn't really seem like you at all.

But it hasn't rained in a while, so maybe you were truly fine with losing your color. Either that or you had also lost the ability to control the weather with your emotions. Jimin wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

Jimin is a patient man. Not only has he waited twenty years for you to love him back (which you never did), but also he never outwardly expressed his frustrations with your change in lifestyle to you.

Besides, if Namjoon's making you that happy, then there really was no problem, right?

Wrong.

You call Jimin on Sunday with the worst news ever imaginable.

"I'm moving!" you squeal and Jimin can hear you jumping up and down on your bed from the other line. "Joon asked me to move in with him!!"

You've only dated him for four months.

"H-He did?" Jimin stutters, cursing himself for sounding so pathetically off-guard. "What about your home? Your granny's home?"

You've lived in that house ever since you were born until now.

"I can't live in that house, forever, Jimin. I want to move on!" you say. "Plus, I think Joon and I are ready to take our relationship to the next level!"

"That's ridiculous," Jimin mutters, raking his fingers through his hair in pure frustration.

"Sorry?" you say.

Shit. Jimin had forgotten you were still on the phone.

"Nevermind," he sighs.

"Jiminie," you say with that characteristic lilt in your voice. "You can tell me what you're thinking you know! I haven't been your ride or die best friend for twenty years to not know what's going on with you."

"I know," Jimin says. But he can't tell you that he absolutely despises your boyfriend. It'll break your heart. And Jimin doesn't want to be the reason for your unhappiness. "Congratulations, Y/N," he says. "I hope you like your new place, then."

"I love it, Jimin!" you squeal. "Joon remodeled his bedroom recently and damn it's just so beautiful! I'll finally be living in a castle with my prince!"

"That's great, Y/N!"

"I know, right?" you exclaim in such a voice that Jimin can tell you're absolutely beaming on the other line. "You have to come over when the move's finished! You know what? Come over this Friday for movie night! I wanna give you a tour of my new home!"

"Namjoon won't mind?" Jimin asks.

"He's going out with friends that night," you giggle. "We'll have the whole place to ourselves! Did you know Joon has a flat-screen TV?? It's humongous!"

The offer sounds very tempting. Watching a movie on a high-end television with you on a Friday night? Hell yes. It almost makes up for the fact that you're moving out of the house you and Jimin had practically grown up in.

God, Jimin can't wait for Friday to come.

It's Jimin's turn to choose the movie when Friday night finally rolls around. Since he knows you nearly idolize Rapunzel, he suggests the two of you rewatch Tangled for probably the millionth time. But before the movie had to come the house tour, of course.

Namjoon's home is rather spacious for a guy who was single for a long time. You parade around the home as you've already lived in it your whole life. Jimin silently tags along. He has to admit that Namjoon's home is, indeed, better than your granny's old house. But he nearly bursts with jealousy when you show him around the big bedroom that you supposedly share with Namjoon.

"Isn't it great?!" you say, twirling around the commodious room with a bright grin on your face. "Joon even bought new sheets for us! I wanted green and he wanted white, so we went with light gray," you giggle. "Compromise of the century, huh?"

"Still looks white to me," Jimin mutters under his breath. But you're so hyped about showing your best friend around your boyfriend's home that you don't hear him.

"C'mon, let's go watch Tangled, now!" you say, dragging Jimin back to Namjoon's expensive leather couch and switching on the flat-screen TV.

Both of you collapse on the couch, leaning against each other by habit as the movie begins to play on the screen. Jimin's watched the film with you so many times that he's basically memorized the whole script.

You like to silently mouth Rapunzel's lines and Jimin mouths Eugene Fitzherbert's lines. You also like to sing when Rapunzel does, and you've been trying to convince Jimin for years to sing with you. But Jimin does not sing. And that was that.

No matter how many times you've watched Tangled, you cry when Eugene Fitzherbert 'dies.' Before you were dating Namjoon, you'd always bury yourself in Jimin's arms, waiting until the climax of the scene is over. Nowadays, you limit yourself to placing your head on Jimin's shoulder, burying your face in Namjoon's couch pillows. Jimin doesn't mind. He likes that you take comfort in his presence.

Just as the tension of the scene is about to lift, the front door of the house opens and Namjoon walks in. But you're so engrossed in the movie that you barely notice, instead, digging your face harder into the pillow.

Jimin's head jerks towards Namjoon and their eyes meet. Namjoon doesn't look very happy. For just a split second, Jimin fears his life. He takes the time to scoot a bit away from you so Namjoon doesn't come for his neck. You whine when Jimin pulls away, trying to tug him back as your eyes are glued to the TV.

"Y/N..." Jimin whispers. "Your boyfriend's here."

"Oh, what?!" you say, breaking from the trance that the movie had put on you and finally turning your head to see a frowning Namjoon. "Joon! You came back so early!"

"Why is he here?" Namjoon asks, ignoring your enthusiasm. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his eyes trained on Jimin, instead. Jimin gulps.

"It's Friday movie night!" you laugh. "We're watching Tangled! Oh, Jimin can you pause the movie? Damn, we'll have to rewind it. Wanna watch with us?"

"No, Jimin," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. "Turn the TV off. Y/N, this is not your home. It is ours. You're to tell me if you are to have guests over." He glares at Jimin again. "Then we can talk if they are welcome here or not."

"I-I, uh, I have to go," Jimin stutters, desperately, standing up from the couch.

"But we didn't even finish the movie!" you protest, grabbing Jimin's wrist and looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "We always finish the movie."

"Y/N, we need to talk. Let him go," Namjoon says, crossing his arms.

"I—" you sigh, letting go of Jimin's wrist. "Okay..."

It hurts to watch you look down at your feet like Namjoon was scolding you. You look so small, powerless up against him that just for one, small second, Jimin contemplates staying. Maybe give Kim Namjoon a piece of his mind.

But who is he kidding? Jimin could never compare himself to a man like Namjoon.

"I'll uh, talk to you later," Jimin quickly says. He doesn't look back when he leaves and you watch him go with a certain emptiness in your heart.

The moment Jimin's out the door, he runs. He runs from your boyfriend, your obvious pain... He runs away from himself. But he should know. No one can outrun cowardliness.

You're really the only significant figure in his life; the only person he's loved for twenty consecutive years. Yet he can't do anything to save you from the obvious monster that is your boyfriend. Jimin hates himself for that.

He crash-lands on his bed, burying himself in his pillows and drowning in self-hatred. He lays still for what seems like hours in the darkness, the silence. He tries to numb his thoughts. But when his vision is nothing but a black screen, he cannot do anything but think.

He thinks of the fight you might be having with Namjoon. He thinks of how sad you must be inside. He wonders if you genuinely like being with Namjoon. He wonders if you're genuinely happy. But most of all, he wants to know if you miss your old self.

Jimin groans when he hears his phone ring next to him. He doesn't want to get up nor move, but something inside tells him that it's important. That it might be you.

And it is.

Hurriedly, Jimin answers the call. "Y/N?"

"H-Hey, J-Jimin," you wheeze.

Jimin freezes. You're crying. And everyone knows you don't cry.

"Y/N?!" Jimin panics, sitting up. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Of course I'm okay!" you yell, making Jimin wince at the harshness of your voice in his ear. "Joon and I just fought! I'm fine!" you sniffle. "You said to talk to you later so I'm calling you!" you try to laugh but it comes out like a broken sob. "I'm not crying, I swear!"

Bullshit.

This is the third time Jimin's heard you cry. The first two times had been because of your granny. This time? It was because of that bastard, Namjoon.

"Did he do anything to you?" Jimin says, his hands slightly shaking as he waits for an answer.

"No! Joon would never," you say. "We just talked. You don't have to worry, Jimin."

"He looked angry when I left..."

"He was..." you sigh. "Listen, Jimin... this is going to sound bad, but um... Joon... He, well, he doesn't want you coming over anymore."

"What?!" Jimin blurts out. "At all?"

"It's okay! It's okay!" you say, though you sound far from it. "I can always come over to your house!" You sigh deeply. "It's just that I don't think Joon's very comfortable around you."

No, he's just not comfortable when I'm around you.

"This is ridiculous," Jimin mutters.

"Sorry, Jimin, what did you say?" you ask. "I didn't hear."

Jimin closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He tries to stay calm, tries to keep from bursting out and yelling, but he can't help himself. It had to be said. "It's fucking ridiculous!" he shouts suddenly, standing up and starting to pace back and forth in his room with a crazed look on his face. "He's being fucking ridiculous!" he yells.

"Him? You mean Joon?" you say.

"Yeah!" Jimin throws up his hand in frustration. "He's acting like he fucking owns you!" Jimin snaps.

God. He's done it now. There's no going back.

"He's not, though!" you protest. "Don't get mad, Jimin. He's only voicing his rightful opinion. There's nothing wrong with that."

"He's trying to separate us!" Jimin yells. "Don't you get it?"

"No!" you say, starting to raise your voice. "Joon wouldn't do that!"

"Like he wouldn't fucking convince you to throw away Gilbert? Like he wouldn't convince you to clean out your closet and replace it with clothes that he finds sensible? Like he wouldn't fucking convince you to keep your distance from me?? He wouldn't fucking do any of these, huh?" Jimin shouts, his voice interlaced with anger and sorrow. His throat feels raw in his neck, but he continues on with the thoughts he's held in for months. "You're blind, Y/N! He's ruining your fucking life can't you see? Where's the Y/N who used to talk to me for hours before going to sleep in our secret language? When's the last time you've spoken that, huh? And when's the last time you pretended to control the weather with your emotions? Where's the real Y/N? What happened to her?"

"Joon doesn't like her!" you yell at the top of your lungs. Your voice rings in Jimin's ear.

"Why do you want Joon to like you? What are you trying to prove to him?" Jimin cries, his voice quivering.

"I'm following my path to love!" you shout. "It's something you'd never understand. You don't even know what that is! I've never, ever seen you pine for anyone in the fucking twenty years I've known you! You can't be talking about love if you've never fucking felt it!"

Jimin collapses on his bed, his head numb and hands cold.

You take his silence as defeat. "I fucking thought so," you say. "Joon says you're too dependent on me. You need to go out and make another friend other than me. The world changes, Jimin. People come and go. Stop being just so—just so fucking stuck in the past. Goodbye."

You don't wait for a response, ending the call right away.

Jimin's phone slips from his ear, falling face down on his bed. He's frozen into shock. If only you knew why he had never chased after love for twenty fucking years. He didn't need to. Because his love was right in front of his face the whole time.

Aside from the occasional bickering as kids, you and Jimin had never fought. This is the first time both of you had exchanged nasty words with each other.

You had used to call Jimin a peaceful soul because of his extreme hate for confrontations, unnecessary drama and fighting. Not once in his life had Jimin ever said something that he knew could damage something significant to him. Not once in his life had Jimin ever initiated an argument. Not once in his life had Jimin ever really argued, in fact. It had always been you yelling and Jimin nodding if anything.

But when things had stacked up, Jimin couldn't take it anymore. He'd cracked. He'd yelled. And he'd finally fought with his words.

Yet the fight doesn't symbolize anything except a double loss for Jimin because you had ultimately chosen Namjoon over him. Then, you'd proceeded to completely crush his heart by failing to recognize his love for you.

Jimin never had to worry about heartbreak. He and you had always been best friends, nothing more. No matter how much he loved you, he never acted upon it, which meant you never rejected him. So, yeah, no heartbreak.

But this... that fight... When you'd accused him of not knowing love... when he had loved you for years. That was heartbreak. And it is still heartbreak.

Jimin found it extremely hard to get out of bed every morning after the fight. Sometimes, throughout the day, when something even the slightest bit amusing happens, he whips out his phone to inform you of it. Then, he realizes he and you are not quite on speaking terms at the moment. Jimin also realizes if he can't text you, he has no one else to text.

Maybe you were right. Jimin needs more friends.

It's almost been a week since the fight on the phone; it has also been almost a week of constant rain. It pours down hard and steady, only slowing down for light drizzles in the afternoons. It's the only reassurance that Jimin can get. That you're just as sad as him. That some part of you misses him as much as he misses you.

The weather forecast said the rain was supposed to clear by tonight. But Jimin waits by his window, where the thunder clouds boom over the roof of his lonely house and the rain pounds against the concrete. It's a storm.

He worries about you.

Maybe he should text you? Call you? What if you're all alone in your room, crying profusely and that bastard of a boyfriend, Namjoon's giving you the silent treatment? It's like Jimin can feel your pain through the weather.

A lightning bolt flashes through the sky and four seconds later, Jimin hears the booming thunderclap. It wasn't supposed to rain today. You must be crying all alone. You must be missing your granny. You must be missing him.

Another sharp thunderbolt pierces through the dark rain clouds in the sky and the thunderclap rings louder than the last. That's it. Jimin picks up his phone.

It's sad that you're still the only person in his favorites contact 'list.' He taps on your icon and presses the phone against his ear, looking out the window as if you were out in the rain all by yourself. The phone rings. Once. Twice. Three times. Usually, by then, you pick up the phone. But it occurs to Jimin now, that this is not going to be a usual conversation. His phone is heavy in his hands and he rests his cheek against the cold window, wondering if you're ever going to pick up.

Maybe you're crying so hard that you can't hear your phone ring.

Jimin lets out a shaky sigh, just about to disconnect the call to avoid hearing the all-too painful dial tone when you finally pick up.

"J-Jimin?" you breathe, groaning. "God, Jimin."

"Y/N?" Jimin exclaims. "Thank god, Y/N!" he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Mmm," you groan again.

"That's right, princess. You're mine all right?" a hushed, masculine voice whispers.

"Joon," you whine, urgently. "Please..."

Jimin can hear the soft slapping of skin in the background, Namjoon's heavy grunts and your whimpering. Immediately, the hairs on the back of Jimin's neck stand up straight. It's then when he realizes that you're moaning from pleasure. That Kim Namjoon's fucking you right now. And that you had still decided to pick up Jimin's call.

Tears blur Jimin's sight as he fumbles to end the call, chucking his phone halfway across the room afterward. He crumbles up in a ball, digging his face into his arms and sobbing.

Did you disrespect him that much? To pick up the call so he could hear you having sex?

It's the first time Jimin's ever questioned why he's in love with you.

Maybe, in the beginning, he had good reasons, but that had been because you had good intentions. You had been boisterous, unafraid to go against the current, wild, rebellious and had this my-way-or-the-high-way kind of character. That's the person Jimin had fallen in love with. The girl who carried around a green marker in her pockets to correct others' grammatical errors. The girl who invented a secret language when she was young just because she felt like it one day. The girl who convinced herself and others that she could control the weather with her emotions. The girl who didn't give two shits about what anyone thought of her. The girl who wore whatever the fuck she wanted because she could. The girl who never showed him when she was sad because she wanted to be strong, resilient. That's the person Jimin had fallen in love with.

But who the fuck are you?

Jimin had used to think it was Namjoon's fault you were so different. But you'd let him change you. You'd become docile, tedious, plain. All the things Jimin was and is. It's your fault. You could've stopped everything if you wanted. You could've broken up with Namjoon. But you didn't. Because you wanted to change.

Jimin can't love the new you. He doesn't even know if he can see you again.

His body shakes hard with fear and rage.

He's definitely not going to see you again.

He was never your prince; you'd ultimately chosen Namjoon. And you were never his princess; he had been delusional to think so.

He's going to walk out of your life. He needs to leave. For himself.

Jimin had already spent a week without your company and that had been enough. Now he wants to cut off all contact with you. He's already blocked your number, switched apartments and stashed away everything that reminded him of you—which was fairly a lot of things. He was so determined to be independent, to forget what it felt like to be dependent on you.

But without your presence, his bland life was even blander than before.

Waking up every day and not walking you to work felt foreign to him. Friday nights felt lonely without you. Weekends were dull. Weekdays were even worse.

He missed having to hear your bright, cheery voice. He missed talking about the craziest things with you. He missed waking up in the morning and wondering what you would be wearing today. He missed Gilbert. He missed your granny, too. Most of all, he missed you.

But you'd hurt him. Whittled away his heart little by little over the many years just by never loving him back. You'd humiliated him by choosing the man you knew for four months over the man you'd been best friends with for two decades.

Jimin figures he'll miss you for a long time. You'd been a large part of his life, after all. He'd already broken off contact with you, and that was already a giant leap. The next step would be to stop thinking about you, and the step after that to stop missing you. And when that's all over, he can stop loving you.

Looking back, Jimin realizes he struggled to get his life back on track for nearly eleven, long months. He'd seen winter come, spring pass and summer leave. But just as winter was making its presence on the weather again, frosting the leaves of plants and chilling the morning air, he'd finally come to his senses.

The past eleven months had been mournful. But as the days passed, he'd allowed himself to think about his current life more than his past. It had occurred to him that now, he was living a life of no-nonsense. Of no silly, childish imaginations. He was living in reality. Where he should've been in for all of his life.

Sure, he spent his birthday alone and without you for the first time since he was five years old. But it was something he could get used to. Celebrating the day he turned one year older just didn't seem like such a big deal anymore.

Maturity suits Park Jimin well.

He'd always preferred things that were tangible, anyway. Things that could be proven. Things that made sense. It was time to say goodbye to the foolish things of his past: secret languages, weather-controlling, naming markers...

It took him eleven months, no, 25 years, but Jimin finally became an adult.

He's 27, now.

He likes to drink black coffee in the morning like his co-workers. He likes vanilla ice cream the best just because it's the most simple. He likes to tell women that he's a civil engineer to impress them on first dates. He has an adequate number of friends. He goes to work five days a week, eight hours per day. He drinks on Friday nights, watches the news and goes to bed early. On the weekends, he spends his mornings reading articles in the science section of the paper and he hangs around bars at night with his friends.

It's a humble, normal, plain life. But Jimin likes it. It suits him.

He has thoughts about you from time to time; he would never forget what it felt like to love you. But he never again gets the urge to call you. You're a figment of his past, and Jimin's moved on.

The early spring breeze caresses Jimin's cheek as he walks steadily, staring at Google Maps on his phone and glancing up every once in a while so he doesn't run into a pole like last time. He was supposed to have a Sunday brunch with Jeon Jungkook but that silly bastard had canceled last minute on him to take his own girlfriend out on a date. Typical. But Jimin actually appreciates the alone time.

Jungkook had promised to take Jimin to a great cafe that was walking distance from Jimin's place. Since Jimin had nothing better to do, he decided to have his brunch there alone.

"You've arrived at your destination," the monotone voice named Karen drolls.

When Jimin looks up, he sees a small cafe sitting at the corner of the block, surrounded by towering trees shading the area and lots and lots of verdant green bushes. Something about the place seems homely. Familiar, even.

Deja vu, maybe? Jimin thinks.

He doesn't think much more and walks in. The inside of the cafe is decorated mainly with wood, green yarn and healthy vines twisting around the furniture. Jimin's hit by a cordial, oaky smell that instantly calms his nerves and clears his mind. The place is completely empty, too. His footsteps pad against the wooden floor as he admires the little cafe. The ordering counter stands in the corner, fairy lights and green paper lanterns dangling from it to illuminate its surroundings. Jimin walks towards the lights as if he were in a trance.

Something about this place seems so damn familiar.

Jimin hasn't felt this connected with nature, with this much creative liberty since—

"Jimin."

He whirls around, eyes widening and mouth dropping open when he recognizes the owner of that voice. Sure enough, he sees you, wiping your hands on a bright green waist apron. You're wearing a white pirate blouse that could've passed for a Halloween costume and a skirt with layers and layers of different shades of green fabrics—it looks like you'd made it yourself.

"Y/N," your name leaves his lips in a breathless whisper.

"Hey," you smile, waving awkwardly. "It's been a while, huh?"

A while? Two whole fucking years, in actuality. "Yeah, I guess," Jimin nods. He glances at the door, contemplating just leaving, but some instinct inside of him urges him to stay. "You work at this place?" he asks as he walks up to the counter where you're getting ready to take his order.

"Yeah," you giggle. God, Jimin had missed that smile of yours, but of course, he doesn't want to admit it. "Well, I own this place."

"Really?" Jimin asks. "It's beautiful."

"Thanks!" you say. "I decorated it myself. What can I get for you? Do you want me to recommend our best dishes? Look, we have a separate menu just for brunches!" you say excitedly, showing Jimin a neatly laminated menu laced with green yarn. "I recommend the Gilbert Special. Eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns. But, the Jimin Special is our house favorite!"

"The what?"

"100% off for the person it was inspired by," you smile. "That's you, by the way."

"W-Wow, Y/N, I'm—"

"No! You have to take the offer!" you say. "You can't even say you won't like it because it's literally all your favorite breakfast foods combined!"

Jimin smiles, shaking his head. "It's really the house favorite?"

"You bet it is," you laugh.

"Then I guess I'll have a Jimin Special," Jimin says. "Any chance it comes with a glazed donut?"

You shoot him a knowing look, a grin spreading across your lips. "It wouldn't be a Jimin Special without one."

Jimin ends up having brunch with you.

The icy, awkward barriers in the beginning slowly melt away into the friendship Jimin had known for more than half of his life. He dines on the best breakfast he could have ever asked for while getting to talk to you again after nearly two years. He can't imagine a better way to spend his Sunday.

Small talk with you is fun because you spice everything up with loud gasps, wide eyes and extroverted reactions that make even the dullest stories exhilarating. But it's suffocating to speak of such shallow things with a person he'd been best friends with for twenty years. Jimin's dying to know how you've really been, not what you found hilariously funny last week.

"So," he asks, "how are things with Namjoon?"

You snort, shaking your head. "God, that was fucking ages ago," you say. "We broke up a while back."

"Sorry," Jimin says. But he's not really.

"You're not that sorry, aren't you?" you laugh as Jimin's face morphs in shock when you call him out. "It's okay. I know how you feel about him. And I agree with you now. That idiot had the audacity to tell me to grow up. And he called you a good-for-nothing-awkward-ass-wimpy-child." You roll your eyes. "I knew it had to end when he said that. Besides, there's a certain highly endearing thing about innocence, don't you think? We should all be a little more childish."

"Wow," Jimin breathes.

"Wow, indeed," you smile wistfully. "That bastard could've said anything he wanted to me, but he shouldn't have dared to bring you up like that. I can't fucking believe I thought he was going to be my prince! I was so scared I'd lose him so I did everything he said, you know? God, in retrospect, I was just a really, really, oblivious and desperate idiot."

"You were just in love, Y/N," Jimin says. "Love makes you blind."

Your face twists for just a split second before you smile, shaking your head and sighing. "Jimin, I feel like I have to get this out before we become life-long best friends for fucking ever again."

"Hm?"

"I never apologized for what I told you like, two years ago," you say. "That fight we had on the phone? I told you that you didn't know love. And god, I've regretted saying that for every day, every hour, every fucking minute and second of my life. It was wrong." You shake your head, looking extremely disappointed in yourself. "At least what you told me was right. God, I was so angry, so terrified of losing my first love that I spit out words without thinking. How could I say you didn't know love, Jimin?" you say. "Of course you did—of course you do. You wouldn't have stuck by my side for years if you didn't. And Jimin, fuck. I love you too. I never said it enough. But I'm saying it now. I love you and I missed you. And I'm sorry I picked up the phone when I was having sex."

Jimin laughs. Around two years ago, that day had definitely not been a laughing matter. But only time can tell if the most depressing matters can morph into rather laughable memories. "I love you too, Y/N," he says. "And you shouldn't be sorry. I think we're all past that now."

"C'mon, I wanna show you how I redecorated my granny's home!" you say, bolting up and taking Jimin's cleared plates in your hands. "Meet me at the front of the cafe in two minutes!" you holler as you dash to the kitchen.

Jimin can't get rid of the smile on his face. He adjusts his jacket and stands up, taking another look around the cafe before he exits with a light skip to his step. He'll have to buy Jungkook dinner sometime for recommending this cafe to him. What was the name of this place, anyway?

Jimin steps back and squints at the big, capital letters placed on a banner in front of the cafe. He can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him.

"Nothing a Lil Green Can't Fix!" you exclaim as you come bounding down the steps of the cafe to stand next to Jimin. "Isn't that true? Green fixes like, everything."

"Lil's not a word, Y/N. I thought you knew better," Jimin jokes.

"Oh, spare me," you say, placing a dramatic hand on your forehead. "It had to be done. The stupid company had a character limit for the logo. It was either Nothing a Lil Green Can't Fix or Nothing Green Can't Fix," you huff. "And the latter is completely disgusting."

"I agree," Jimin snorts. "Then, in that case, I believe you made the right decision."

You smile. "I sure did. So, shall we go now?"

"Definitely."

Your granny's apartment looks exactly the same on the outside, but on the inside is an abundance of green. From plants to paintings to posters to silverware, everything is green.

"Nothing a lil green can't fix, indeed," Jimin breathes as you drag him around the whole place.

"Right?" you giggle. "Look! I even made a separate cabinet with all the birthday presents I've ever received from you!!"

The tour nearly takes five hours because the two of you get distracted every other minute, indulging yourselves in past childhood memories. And when Jimin's been tired out, the two of you lay side by side on your dark green sheets, silent but comfortable.

"Hey, Jimin?" you whisper, breaking the silence momentarily.

"Hm?"

"Remember our senior year in high school?"

"Of course I do," Jimin says. That year was the hardest (arguably) in your life. It was the year where you learned of the fatalities of death. It was the year you had lost your granny.

"We had the conversation about our true fears that year," you say with so much nostalgia in your voice that when Jimin closes his eyes, he can see the events of that day unfold before him. "Turns out, I didn't have just one fear. I had two. One was losing Granny. The other was losing you. And you know? For two years, I thought I lost you both. It hurt to think that my best friend hated me so much he had to dissociate himself from my life."

"I didn't hate you," Jimin says, opening his eyes as he turns to his side to look at you. "I swear. I just figured it was a good time for me to self-improve. You know, become independent for once. And maybe I didn't like who you had become, but I never hated you."

"Really?" you say, turning to face your best friend. "I was so scared that you'd shit talk me if I ran after you when you left that I didn't do anything. I thought it would've been better if I let you go. But I mean, I think the time apart was needed. We've self-improved."

"Yeah," Jimin agrees.

"So..." you say, a silly grin appearing on your face, "are we reunited now? Best fucking friends forever?"

"Of course we are," Jimin says.

"Okay, good," you say. "And before you say anything else, I have to ask you something, Jimin."

"What is it, Y/N?" Jimin asks, sitting up as you start to rummage in the pockets of your skirt.

"I just—" you're unable to finish your sentence, smiling. "Will you color me green, please?" you politely ask as you hold out a green marker in your hands.

"Oh my god," Jimin breathes. "Is that—"

"I pulled him out of the trash, Jimin," you say, eyes watering with emotion. "As soon as you left that night, I pulled him out. And then I kept him with me for years. I even recently got the ink replaced so it works fine, now." You let your tears fall down your face and you blink rapidly to see your best friend's softened face. "Did you really think for a second that I'd throw him away?" you ask in your secret language.

Jimin almost sobs right then and there. He'd never thought he'd hear that language again, and even after two years, he's able to understand you fluently. He hopes he doesn't sound too awkward when he replies, "I mean, you did have him in the trash can," he laughs, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "You really want me to color you green again?"

"It's the bestest color in the world. What did you expect?"

Jimin's never been happier in his life. Tears streak your cheeks but you are unbothered by them, holding out Gilbert for Jimin to take. He takes note that you do not try to hide your tears anymore. In a way, you've become more beautifully confident. He realizes that you want to take him back to the start—the very beginning of when your friendship had commenced. With those simple words, "Will you color me green?" you've transported the two of you back to a place of innocence, of childishness, of thoughts of staying young forever, of avoiding maturity at all costs.

Outside, there's a slow drizzle of rain, indicating another spring shower. But above the soft gray rain clouds is a double rainbow. The colors are so vibrant, they wash away the monotonous hues of the clouds heavy with rain.

Romantic love makes people suffer. Jimin should know. He's been in love with you romantically for nearly two decades. He's felt feelings such as pain, experienced experiences such as heartbreak and dealt with the understanding of the wretched concept of unrequited love. But now? Two years later?

He realizes that you may never love him the way he had loved you. But that's okay. Because maturity is when you accept the way things are. Being childish is refusing to let go, which is what Jimin is too—he refuses to let go of you. But that goes the same for you, for you refuse to let go of Jimin.

You still love him. And for once in his whole fucking life, Jimin loves you in the same exact way that you love him.

a/n: find my behind the scenes thoughts and original endings here!

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Unknown: Hey Yn. It’s Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. Are you coming tonight??

You hear your phone ding and you walk over to it on your bedside table. You just came out from the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel.

You unlock your phone and read the message you got from an unknown number, your eyes grow wide. You kind of forgot that Namjoon had your number and that you were invited over to his friend’s place today. You check the time and it was only half past five, and you had no plans for the rest of the day anyways. Should you spend the rest of your night with your favorite author? You quickly type in your reply.

You: hey namjoon! ahhh, i kinda forgot! but yes, i’ll go :) can you send me the address??

(...)

ding!

Unknown: I can pick you up. Wouldn’t want you taking the bus here alone. Send me your address?

You smiled softly, he was sweet. You send him your address.

You: Wait.

You: You don’t drive though?

(...)

Unknown: You are correct.

Unknown: But I do have a bike.

You laugh.

You: A bike?

Unknown: Yeah! Anything wrong with that?

You: Not at all.

Unknown: Okay, I’ll be there soon.

You: See ya when you get here~

❆❆❆❆❆

Around ten to fifteen minutes later, you hear a knock on your door. You run to the door, quickly opening it to see a tall, smiling, dimpled man.

“Your ride is here,” he says, making you laugh.

“You were quick,” you say, turning around to grab your backpack and your keys.

“You live surprisingly close to my place.” He says, backing up his bike as you step out to close and lock your door.

“Seriously? My favorite author has been living by me all this time?!” You say, making him laugh.

“Y/n, you don’t have to keep referring to me as your ‘favorite author,’ we’re friends now.”

Friends.

“Oh. We are?” You say as he gets on his bike.

“Hop on.” You get on behind his bike, awkwardly putting your hands on his waist but he pulls your arm around him so you’re hugging him instead.

“Oh--”

“Sorry. I wouldn’t want you to fall, so just hang tight.”

“This is a bike Namjoon, not a motorcycle,” you laugh. He shakes his head laughing.

“Whatever. Let’s go.”

❆❆❆❆❆

As he takes you to Yoongi and Sohyun’s place, you ask him the question again.

“So you consider me as your friend..”

“Well of course, I don’t take random fans to my friend’s house, you know.”

“But I am a random fan.”

“But you’re also my friend now-- well, if you want to be--”

“Of course I do!”

“Then what’s with the questions??”

“I don’t know! It’s just.. These don’t happen in real life, you know?”

❆❆❆❆❆

When you and Namjoon got to Yoongi’s and Sohyun’s house, the door swung open almost immediately.

“Did you seriously picked her up with your bike?” Yoongi says.

“That’s actually pretty cute,” Sohyun gushed. “Come in! Everyone’s here already.”

“Waaaah~~~ There’s hyungie,” Taehyung says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Unnie!!” Moonji yells, running towards you. Taehyung took her here so that Namjoon could pick you up alone. She lifts up a little bear she’s holding to show you.

“Aww is that your bear?” You ask her, she nods her head and pulls it to her chest and hugs it tightly

“Noona, who are you?” A little boy curiously asked you, tilting his head to look up at you.

“I’m Yn, Namjoon’s friend,” you say. Still not believing it.

“You’re Uncle Joonie’s friend?” He asks again. You nod.

“And who are you?” You ask.

“I’m Uncle Joonie’s friend too,” he says, making you laugh. Suddenly, he was pulled into someone’s arms and you were faced with a new face. A younger face.

“Silly, she’s asking you what your name is,” the young man says, ticking the little boy. Giggles erupts his small lips. “I’m Jungkook by the way,” he says. “This curious little bunny is my son, Sian.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say to him, bowing your head slightly.

“Unnie!” Moonji calls again, pulling on your top.

“Yes, Moonji?” You say, turning towards her.

“I show you everybody,” she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you around the living room. So far, you only knew, Namjoon of course, Taehyung, Yoongi and Sohyun, Hana and Sian, and Jungkook. Apparently, Moonji was going to introduce you to everyone else that was here.

“Uncle Jimin!” She says, pointing to the man spread out on the couch. He had nice plumpy lips and eyes that disappeared when he smiles. The man sits up to shake your hand.

“Auntie Yuna! Uncle Jimin’s wife,” Moonji says, pointing to the lady right next to Jimin. Moonji runs up to her and hugs her belly, pressing her cheek against it and points to it. “Baby Mochi,” she says. You couldn’t help but aww.

“Congratulations to the both of you,” you tell them. They both smiled at you so big and thanked you.

“YAH!” You heard, followed by little giggles and three little kids running around you. Well one of them was waddling. They all looked alike, two boys and one girl. The youngest one was a little boy. He fell right next to your feet.

“So many kids,” you whisper.

“Uncle Jin!” You hear and you see another new face of a small kid, a little girl with style better than yours.

“Yah! Hope!” Some else yelled. The amount of new faces and voices you were seeing was overwhelming, but you couldn’t help but notice that there was something similar with each of them.

They were all beautiful. And loud.

“Oh- who’s this-- WAIT. Is this Namjoon’s girl?” Says the one with the heart shaped smile. Your eyes widened at his words. “Hi, I’m Jung Hoseok,” he says, shaking your hand.

“Wahh~~~” He said, turning around to Taehyung who was sitting on the floor, carrying the little baby who fell by your feet. “It’s only you left now Tae,” he says. Taehyung sighs, hugging the baby and pressing his cheek to the baby’s head.

“I know, you don’t need to mention it,” Taehyung pouts.

“Oh, let me introduce you to my family,” Hoseok says. “Hope! Sarang!” He yells, the little girl with the killer fashion sense from earlier comes running to Hoseok, followed by a pretty lady.

“This is Sarang, my fiancé, and our daughter, Huimang,” Hoseok says.

“Hi, it’s lovely to meet you,” says Sarang. “Sweetie, say hi to-- wait, I didn’t catch your name..”

“Oh, I didn’t throw it--” You regretted that right when it came out of your mouth. “Yn. My name is Yn.” You hear a loud laugh behind you. One that sounded like someone was cleaning a windshield.

“Of course you would like that,” Taehyung says. “That’s Jin hyung, he’s the oldest of the group so he likes those kind of jokes.”

“Yah- what does liking dad jokes have to do with my age?” He says, bending down to take the baby from Taehyung.

“I don’t know. You’re just old.” Jin rolls his eyes at Taehyung, he carried the baby in his arms, giving a kiss to his cheek and making him laugh. Jin grabs his little hand and waves it at you.

“Say hi, Haneul,” Jin says. You wave at the little baby and the other two kids from earlier came over and hugged Jin’s leg. One kid on each.

“Oh yah yah yah.” Jin looks down, putting a hand on the back of the little girl’s head. “Introduce yourselves to Yn.” The little girl waves at you and the boy speaks up first.

“I’m Minseok and my sister is Soojin,” he points.

“Yeah, I’m Soojin,” she tells you. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Unnie~~” Moonji says, pulling you. “Not done yet,” she says. The next thing you knew you were being dragged to the kitchen. There you see two more new faces. There were two girls sitting on a stool by the island countertop and they both looked at you when you entered. One of them gasped loudly.

“Oh my gosh, you’re Yn!!” She says. The one next to her was smiling big. “Hi, I’m Rina,” she says, walking up to you and shaking your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you tell her.

“That’s auntie Mae!” Moonji says, pointing to the girl on the stool. She waves at you, leaning over to shake your hand as well.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” she says. You were taken aback.

“You have? How..,” you ask nervously.

“Taehyung and Namjoon told us! And Sohyun too,” Rina says excitedly. “We heard you were coming tonight and we were so excited to meet you!”

“Moonji! Come play with Soojin and Huimang and I!” Hana called, running into the kitchen. Moonji looks up at you as if asking if she can leave.

“You can go play Moonji,” you tell her. She runs off right away when you said that, making you and the two girls laugh.

“Woah,” Namjoon says as Moonji zooms past him. He looks at her go and then turns towards you, smiling big. “Hey have you met everyone?”

“Yeah, Moonji basically introduced me,” you laugh.

“That’s good,” he says, “Let’s go to the living room.” He looks at you and then turns to the two other girls. “The guys wants to start uno.”

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“Uncle Jimin has a yellow,” Sian says from behind Jimin, peeking at his cards.

“Tsk,” Jimin says, turning around to put a finger on the little boy’s mouth, “Shhhhhhhhhh, you’re not supposed to say.” Jungkook bursts out laughing, placing a wild card down and changing the color to blue instead.

“Thanks buddy,” Jungkook says, giving his son a high five.

“Go sit next to your daddy instead of sitting behind me, I don’t want you looking at my cards anymore.” Jimin carries the little boy from under his arms, passing him down to Jungkook who happily placed him on his lap.

“Jimin you just suck at hiding your cards,” Taehyung says, he had his pressed against his chest.

“No I don’t.”

“Jimin, we can all see that you have a yellow 3 right now,” Namjoon says from across him. Unknowingly, Jimin was holding his card facing up on his knee as he talked.

“Here, let me give you more cards,” Jin says, placing down a plus four, “make sure you hide these ones,” he laughs. Jimin groans, leaning his head back and covering his face as he whines. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. You had given up a while ago when everyone stacked their cards with +2s and you ended up with more cards than the stack in the center of the circle.

“Is uno always like this with you guys?” You say out loud.

“You should see them playing it when they’re drunk,” Mae says.

“Speaking of drinking,” Jimin adds, putting his cards facing down and getting up.

“No no no no no,” Yuna says pulling her husband back down. “There’s children around.”

“Uncle Jiminie, I have apple juice in the fridge. I can get it for you if you want me to,” Hana says kindly. Jimin smiles so big, his eyes disappeared again.

“Wah~ Will it be like this if I have a daughter?” Hana smiles at him sweetly.

“What if you have a son?” Taehyung asks.

“Then I will lose constantly in uno.” Jimin looks straight at Sian who smiles back at him. His smile replicating his father’s.

“You don’t need a son to do that,” Yoongi pitches in. Jimin glares at him.

“What do you think baby mochi will be, Yuna?” You ask. Yuna places her hand on her stomach.

“I don’t know, I feel like it’s a boy.”

“I always thought Sian was a girl,” Rina says, shrugging.

“UNO,” Jungkook yells, Jimin groans in frustration.

“Mommy, I’m bored,” Huimang says, pulling on Sarang’s arm.

“What do you want to do?” Sarang says, pulling Huimang to sit on her lap.

“I wanna watch a movie,” Minseok chips in, jumping up and wrapping his arms around his dad’s broad shoulders.

“Yeah let’s just watch a movie,” Hoseok says, throwing his cards to the center of the circle.

“You’re only saying that because you were about to lose,” Yoongi says, throwing his cards in too. Jimin burst out laughing.

“Hyung your cards suck.”

“I know.” Yoongi gets up and grabs the remote from a little table next to the couch. “What do you kiddos want to watch?”

“Disney!”

“Ponyo!”

“Daddy let’s watch Cinderella!”

“Hana, I don’t want to watch that! Uncle Yoongssssssss please play Toy Story!”

“Yes yes! I wanna watch Toy Story too!”

Taehyung looks over at Yoongi. “I kinda wanted to watch a horror movie or somethin--”

“Are you crazy?!” Sohyun says, hitting Taehyung with a pillow.

“WhaT?!”

“Do you want Yoongi staying up the whole night?”

“Oh yeah, Hyung hates those movies doesn’t he…”

“Here, you guys pick out the movie. I’m going to grab some pillows and blankets.” Yoongi throws the remote to one of the boys. Jungkook quickly snatches it before anyone else did.

“I’ll help you hyung,” Namjoon says, getting up and following Yoongi out of the living room.

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The group was settled around the living room. Jin was laying on the floor with a pillow against the couch. Mae was cuddled up into his side, while Minseok was on the other. Soojin laid asleep on Jin’s chest. On the couch, above Jin’s head, Taehyung laid across the entire couch with Haneul asleep on his chest. On Mae’s right, Yoongi laid there with both of his girls cuddled up into his sides. Hana seemed to be getting sleepy, her hands curling up into her dad’s shirt. Hoseok, on the other hand, was already asleep. Like everyone else, Sarang and Huimang were cuddled into his sides with Huimang’s head on her dad’s chest. On the other couch, Jimin sat up, still wide awake, while he caressed Yuna’s hair. She had her head in his lap and was already fast asleep. On the floor, Jungkook was sitting up against the couch but his head fell back, mouth wide open as he was already in deep sleep. Beside him, Rina had Sian on her lap as he had his head on his mom’s chest. His eyes were getting droopy but he tried his best to stay up.

You realized how sweet their little friend group was at this moment. The movie was still playing but everyone was in their own little world. Either asleep, fighting sleep, or still wide awake. This wasn’t the same kind of friend groups you had once or seen before. Everyone here were family. Their cute, little families warmed your heart. Everyone had each other and no one was alone. Well, other than you anyway, but that’s because you’re not part of their friend group. You look beside you on the couch that you were on and Namjoon sat just a feet away. Moonji was on his lap and she had her head against his chest. Her eyes were focused on you instead of the movie. You smile at her and she makes grabby hands at you, catching Namjoon’s attention. He looks down at Moonji then looks up at you.

“She wants you to come closer,” he whispers. And you did. You were now sitting right next to Namjoon, your bodies were touching each others. You could already feel yourself sweating from how nervous you were. Moonji noticed you feeling all shy and she goes down to grab your hand and hold it in her small ones. She held on to a finger or two.

It wasn’t too late in the evening, but the dark room made your eyelids grow heavy. You looked at the group before you and everyone was knocked out. The movie was just about to finish and you couldn’t hold your eyes open for any longer. Soon enough, you, too, were knocked out and your head fell right on Namjoon’s shoulder.

You didn’t realize that you and Namjoon were the only ones awake at that moment. Well, before you fell asleep anyways. Namjoon didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move in any way because Moonji was asleep on him too. Instead, he slowly tried to move out from under you, placing you softly down onto the couch. He grabs the blanket that Yoongi handed you earlier and placed it over you. He then stands over you, just looking, before turning around and seeing all his friends knocked out all over the living room as well. Some had blankets around them and others didn’t. Carefully, Namjoon places Moonji down besides you and your sleeping figure instinctively wraps your arm around her and pulls her in. Namjoon quietly walks around the living room, trying not to step on anyone, and he places a blanket over those who didn’t have one on them.

After everyone seemed to be warm and sleeping well, Namjoon walks over to the kitchen. He wasn’t able to sleep so he decided to make himself a cup of tea. Sohyun kept mugs in the cabinets and tea bags in the pantry. Yoongi, ofcourse, doesn’t mind his friends to go get their own food or drinks. They were family anyways. So Namjoon takes out the mug he always used when he came over, grabbing a tea bag and making himself a hot cup of tea.

He sat on the stools by the island countertop in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone. He was just quietly talking to himself, thinking of what to do tomorrow when he saw something move from the corner of his eye.

It was you.

You woke up and were surprised to see Moonji sleeping in your arms. Namjoon watches your expression as it changed from confusion to happiness. You smiled as soon as you saw her and you ran a finger on her cheek before pulling her a little closer and falling back asleep.

Seeing the small moment made Namjoon’s heart skip a beat and he doesn’t know how to feel but you suddenly became even more attractive to him.

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oh also!i saw this blog do a "which western artists/celebrities i would ship bts with" and i just thought about that for a good hour so thoughts?

yoo i'm actually surprised that this came through 🤡 umm i actually don't like that many western artists,,soo yeah i didnt really have that many ideas soo here we go

kim seokjin + sarah close

is she western if she's british ?? idk. but hope that counts lmao. sarah is one of my most favorite artists i listen to besides kpop and there ain't that many trust me, she is so underrated 🥺 i would ship them bc she is the perfect balance between girly and cool and i think that fits jin's aesthetic ?? also she is really funny and would definetly laugh at 100% of his jokes. she just gives off a really nice vibe and she is a total sweetheart. also her fashion compliments jin's i think and both of their lips are goals so yeah✨ stan sarah close

min yoongi + halsey

ummm okay a little mainstream but i actually stan halsey as well so 🥺 sorry. ashley just does. not. give. a. single. fuck. and so does yoongi. a perfect match. they are both really really artistic and they compliment each other in songs really well ((yoongi's interlude has a special place in my heart forever)). also she is literally tiny so he could be taller !! ummm also she gives off edgy vibes. and yoongi is kind of edgy. lol. if you get me. she is so supportive !! would definetly have a lot of fun together,, she could get him to get out of his shell a little, soo yeah. would definetly simp over his rapping. they could dye their hair together lmao (but i love black haired yoongi too much🥺) ((but also mint yoongi...)) okay yes. stan ashley nicolette frangipane.

jung hoseok + zendaya

okay. both good dancers (if you've watched shake it up before you know that lmao) and both really really passionate and artsy i feel like. her fashion is one of the best and so is hobi's, fashion king and queen. also, she is really sweet and caring, but also SO cool ?? like she is not as bright as hobi, but she is really mature like hobi is as well. both leader energy, could definetly run some sort of a movement together. she would absolutely love his energy. and he would love her acting and also voice and the way she is just so cool lmao. the coolest couple out there. stan zendaya and watch euphoria bitches.

kim namjoon + saoirse ronan

a feminist queen and a feminist king, we stan. she just gives off leader vibes and i think they would take over the world together, which they definetly both could do alone, but you know, a power couple. i think joon would adore her accent lmao. also she is just such an intelligent and well spoken person i feel like and that would compliment joon well lol. would definetly read books together. umm also saoirse looks like she likes hiking and we always see joon hiking on weverse so !! cute dates !! also stan saoirse ronan and watch little women if you haven't already

park jimin + florence pugh

okay so umm they are both extremely funny omg, would definetly laugh at each others jokes the whole day lmao. also florence cooks really well and for some reason i think that attracks jimin a little ?? umm she honestly just looks so pretty and cute and that matches jimin well lmao. she talks a lot and always haves something to say and jimin loves to talk to people,, soo yeah. they would look so so so pretty together. also i know she has a boyfriend so what this is all hypothetical lmao

kim taehyung + ashley (bestdressed)

okay. hear me out. i know she is not a celebrity,, she is an influencer/youtuber. i know. but we stan ashley and these two together...omg. they have a similiar style in fashion,,so they would be the best dressed couple ever. she is super super funny and so is tae. would definetly love his maturity. she is not afraid of talking about anything and is so relatable so i feel like they would understand each other pretty well. umm yeah also a LOT of sexual innuendos coming. their personalities just kind of... match ?? for some reason ?? so. yeah. stan ashley she literelly taught me how to dress and how to thrift lmao

jeon jungkook + sabrina carpenter

ugh i love this girl to death. literally. umm she is such a good singer and actor, and i think kook would really adore that. she is really funny and so is kook,,and i feel like their humor matches lmao so yeah a lot of fun in a relationship !! she is also really pretty🥺but like thats not a reason i'm just pointing it out lmao. their fashion contrasts a lot but in a good way i just think they would look so cute together. also she is such a good dancer, would propably adore kook's dancing and dance with him often. also singing duets 24/7. both gen z lol. she is really tiny so kook wouldnt be insecure about his height around her altough i dont really get that bc he is really tall like where is that "i wish i was taller" thing coming from ?? also both really romantic adventureous dorky beans 🥰🥰

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Charmed [Episode 2]

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As you made your way closer to the store, you realized that it was a furniture store. You wryly shook your head and cast a glance towards the ceiling - Fate was simply playing you at this point, but what did it matter? It had given you an opportunity, and may karma come for your ass if you did not take advantage of it. Glancing towards the entrance of the shop, you saw multiple women milling about with both eyes on the men and none on the products. Typical.

Resigning yourself to Fate once again, you made your way towards the entrance of the shop, promptly ignoring the stares from the women as they silently judged the clothing you wore and your messy-ish hair. You were nothing compared to their towering heels and fashionable apparel, garnished with shimmering jewels and manicured perfection. Still, you were there for two reasons, the boys whose location was obvious due to their deep baritones and for the furniture. Earlier you were considering getting something simple and easy, but why bother? This would be the longest mission to date, might as well make sure you were comfortable executing it. Making your way into the heart of the store, you pause to evaluate the options presented to customers regarding a general style. Despite your own partiality to your parent's home, you make your way towards the section the boys were in.

The modern style never caught your fancy, its clean, sterile characteristics reminding you too main of hospitals with its prying eyes and constant supervision. All-in-all, the style reminded you of things you didn't like, but for now, you could pretend. Ignoring most other things, you made your way, towards the same section, worker in tow as you rattled off questions about price, shipping, and quality.

Hoseok and Jin both noticed the girl who walked around them but didn't seem to care about their presence. It was easy enough to ignore the gaggle of women outside the shop, the twittering was something easy to get used to. Besides, those women would never dare to approach either of them while not under the strobe lights of their nightly haunt. Demin was a nightclub famous both for its "private" shows and its clientele. It was where Taehyung worked most often, honing his skills with the women much too eager to experience a night in his bed.

[JHS]

The first time I saw her was near the couches, standing next to one that was whiter than the clouds on a clear day. The metal detailing reflected the light of the store. She was dressed in the latest fashion, as was everyone, but she seemed to not be comfortable in it. She was playing a part in an elaborate play.

For a second, I wondered if Jin and I were involved in this play she was the star of. But it couldn’t be. She seemed to not care about the presence of others, not even the employee flocking around her with his feathers all askew. Her eyes were focused on the furniture, calculating and cold as they traced the curves and angles of each piece before her. It was almost hard to not see the gear ticking away in her head and see absorbed information.

Matching eyes with Jin, I slightly tilted my head in her direction, raising an eyebrow. And all I got back was a neutral shrug. So even he recognized something in her but couldn’t determine what it was that felt off.

In a way she reminded me of Jungkook, and I don’t think that if she met him, she would take it as a complement. She moved with the same tense grace that he did, a faked state of relaxation. Though I doubt she had gone through the same thing that he did; even I didn’t know all the details, but all the boys agreed that his father was the only one not worth fighting for.

We all hated the man, not only for what he did to Jungkook, but for what he did to Jimin. Somehow the asshole had gotten his hands on Jimin who was taught to fight both alongside and against his best friend. They were the best of friends, yet they also knew the secret to the other’s downfall.

After a particularly expensive selection of a glass and metal breakfast table, the boys were even more intrigued. You did not seem to be rich, far from it, but the speed with which you selected items certainly made you seem so. Neither did you carry the air of someone with vast amounts of wealth. They were the most obvious; it always astounded them how someone could never get tired of talking about money.

With the attitude of someone who had other places to be, you swept out of the shop in mere moments, followed by wandering eyes and the attention of two very prominent mafia members.

Were you disappointed at the lack of interaction? Yes. But never would you have taken the initiative to start a conversation with them. It would have blown your 'disinterested' facade to pieces in seconds. Still, you were not a blind woman and you could clearly see their interaction thanks to the mirrors that decorated the store - they had spotted you and you had their attention.

From this you learned three things you could add to the files:

Neither Hoseok nor Jin were quick to initiate interaction. In alignment with their training, they waited until that person became a target or they felt reassured about that person's background.

Compared to some of the others, they were not partial to socialization outside of work. Even Jin, their conversationalist, would not deviate to satisfy personal curiosity.

And what is possibly the most important of them all, they were preparing for someone's arrival. Whose? A name wasn't mentioned, but it was almost certainly a male if she had heard the pronouns correctly.

Again, you were back to the counting. You assumed that the habit had come from your mother, a mathematician with more numbers than letters running through in that brain of hers. There was something calming about having a constant in your life. It seemed that with everything else being the way it was in your life, the predictable sequence of numbers grounded you to your fate. Your mantra was a list, your mind worked in logical numerics, anything you had some semblance of control overworked in numbers.

Walking away from the store, you made your way into another one, this time intending to collect a couple new outfits. Despite your new persona being Eli, you still would have some time to be yourself so it would do no good to rely on the same rags that had started tattering with use. 30 minutes later, you walked out of your favorite store with an outfit leaning on the expensive side of casual. A new pair of blue jeans hugged your legs and comfort was your priority with a graphic tee-shirt and a bomber-style jacket. Your old things were in a new backpack that you decided to splurge on.

Glancing out the window of the mall, you noticed night creeping in around the edges of buildings. The sky-colored itself hues of fire as the sun sunk into the horizon, twilight was a magical vision against the sight of the river in the distance. Deciding that you could spare a couple more moments in the mall, you made your way to the food court and took a seat along with a window with a perfect view of the skyline as it caressed the metal of buildings taking their grandeur from blurry reflections.

Hoseok and Jin made their way out of the furniture store after confirming the delivery of their shipment. Even they didn’t know what they were preparing for, but if the Boss said it, then no questions were necessary. After making up excuses for the ladies shameless enough to talk to them under the spotlights of the mall, they began making their way towards the entrance of the mall.

Together, in their crisp button-ups and polished shoes, they cut an imposing figure against the white of the walls. Hoseok couldn’t help but watch the people around him as he walked. It was less of a judgmental gaze than an evaluative one. He always looked for anyone that seemed to have something he could use. He oversaw business contacts in their 7-man crew, the communicator to other groups or with new clients that they saw as prospective. Thus, once again his eyes fell on your lone figure near the window, leaning on the palm of your hand as you watched the world outside, eyes reflecting the very scenery that you were looking at. Taunting orange ribbons dancing in your iris as you isolated yourself from the world just to watch twilight as it progressed.

In truth, no one knew what made him more qualified for his position than Seokjin or Taehyung, both boys also in charge of first encounters, but most surmised it was his face. Compared to Seokjin or Taehyung, it lacked that carved-marble appearance that intimidated others. Molded from chocolate, and with a 100-watt smile, he came off as approachable and sweet.

After seeing you in the furniture shops, both boys had forgotten about you. There was no reason for Hoseok to remember you, you were neither a target nor an informant to him. Still, the curiosity that had died down once you disappeared from his sight was back in full force as he saw a new side of you. In direct contrast to the woman negotiating prices in the store, and succeeding, here you were, quiet and pensive as you looked out the window. The object of your attention was just as much a mystery to him as you were.

[KSJ]

Pulling out my phone, I shot a quick text to Namjoon telling him that all the new furniture had been obtained and was going to be shipped to the warehouse. Then, I contacted out driver so he would be outside the entrance by the time that we exited the mall. I didn’t like being out in the open for more time than was necessary. BigHit is rumored to have people everywhere but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Taking a couple more steps, I realized that Hoseok was not behind me. He normally was just as strict as I was about being exposed so imagine my surprise when I turn and see him once again watching a girl.

That was twice in a day, and here I thought he wanted nothing to do with them.

“Hoseok,” I hissed. Looking closer, I realized that it was the same girl as before and that annoyed me.

He looked over and followed, but not before one last glance back at the girl. She had gotten his attention allright.

There really was nothing special about her. She was another civilian, a civilian that had unknowingly drawn eyes more than once, but she was still a civilian. She was of no use to us, especially with the way she kept her eyes on the sky outside.

Her head was in the clouds and ours were fated to be grounded.

As the sunset, you cast your eyes down as the two male targets walked out of the entrance of the mall and into a waiting SUV, driven by another member of BTS. From this distance, and with the added challenge of sunglasses, it was difficult to identify who, but that didn’t matter to you. For now, you would leave them be as you focused on establishing Eli within the underground societies.

At the moment, the only idea you had was starting with petty theft and then consequently selling the acquired goods on the markets. From the memories you had with your parents, it was not hard to pick out conversations about your dad’s work. You vaguely remembered a case where, in a turn of events, your dad was on the side of the prosecution.

From the hushed conversations, all you could discern was that something important had been stolen and your dad was tasked with finding the person who did it. Logically, the best place to check would be the black markets as sales were kept behind closed doors. Some names had floated around your house, and you decided those would be your starting point; you had to find the best. After all, you were only going to be selling the best.

The question still remained: what would catch their eye? Initially, your thoughts strayed to the furniture they had bought today. Stealing something relatively big like that would certainly be noticed but the only issue was that you would need multiple people to assist. The setup you could probably do by yourself. It wouldn’t take much considering you were going to accepting a delivery from the same place probably on the same day. It wouldn’t be difficult to sneak in under the pretense of forgetting the day and while the worker was verifying with you, check out the order the boys placed in.

This made you pause for a second. The shop had two options for delivery. It could either go straight to the buyer’s house or it could be picked up from the store. You had no clue as to the option the boys picked, but if it was delivered to an address, then that address could be their residence, or at least the start of the breadcrumb trail right to their front door. It would give you such an advantage in the long-run. In the end, you decided, to keep that idea on the back burner. If they themselves gave you access to their house, then the furniture shop would be a waste of time. It was best to wait and see what happens.

With at least 3 people on the team, interception of the delivery and transfer of the packages wouldn’t be too difficult, but you were alone in Seoul. And there was no way you would be asking Maestro for help. You had begged him for this mission, and you would not be losing face by asking him for help. This was something you had to do alone. Besides, even if you did succeed, you yourself wouldn’t be noticed, the company would. Even then you doubted that BTS would bother to get too involved; they have enough money to just buy another set and pay a little extra to get it faster.

To get them to notice, really notice, what you took had to be something personal.

Then it hit you. Eli would be getting attention through pickpocketing, why not use the same strategy against the boys. There had to be a wallet, a card, or something that could find its way into your hand and then into the hands of an underground dealer. Especially, if it was something with their monogram on it. You had no doubt that even though the black markets retained independence, they were all scared to death of BigHit and that an immediate call would be placed to inform them of the missing valuables.

Recalling the two boys you had seen, you traced their figures in your mind to see if there was anything that you could recall. True, there was no need for anything distinguishing to exist - the boys were famous enough as it was - yet, you hoped that through bloodshed and death they still had a little sentimentality within them and that their fathers hadn’t snuffed that out, yet.

Sadly, nothing particularly popped out in your mental image of them, not that it mattered. You had a week or two to figure out the men that you were after. Turning the gold chain around on your wrist you caressed the notches lovingly. This was where their charms would hang, on the very bracelet that you took from your mom all those years ago. It would forever hand on your risk as a reminder to yourself and to others of exactly what you were capable of. You still hadn’t decided what charms would represent them, but that would become easier as you got to know them.

Or you could watch them when they were at their most venerable. When they were home after a long day and decide to let loose. As regimented as they were, they were still men in their prime. They should let loose somewhere, and if not in Demian, then at least in the privacy of their own home.

Suddenly, you found yourself second-guessing your decision to postpone your idea for using the shop. You always hated second-guessing yourself - it was indicative of weakness. Having second thoughts meant that you weren’t committed and a lack of commitment, though it may protect your heart, may not protect you. Besides, conviction is the difference between a good plan and a great plan on one hand, and on the other it causes small mistakes to magnify into train wrecks. If you had to choose only one thing to remember from your master’s teachings, it would be what he had written into your skin; ‘Commitment or Fear’. It was this tattoo that you traced pinpricked along the sliver of skin that molded to your skin above the edge of your panties as you still broke the law and thought.

You left the mall long after the sun sank beneath the horizon. Making your way home, you decided on a plan of action tomorrow. It would be the same for the next couple of days after that. You had to make face with the markets until yours was the name they thought of when it came to theft.

For the next three weeks, you slowly built a rapport with the minor crime bosses of Seoul. It was a difficult start, forcing yourself to take from innocents on the streets to help your own cause. Yet, it was a necessary evil in your mind and you satiated yourself with the idea that without BigHit they would be much safer as you snuck your hand into purses and back-pockets to retrieve wallets and valuables.

These stolen items you would turn-around and pawn off at black-market vendors who were all too happy to receive new goods. They too benefited from your transactions with them as it allowed a wider clientele to enter their doors, those that avoided the vault at the back of the shop and stayed at the front counters to purchase simpler items like luxury watches or id cards.

Soon enough, Eli was a common enough name whispered around the black market circles. It was never spoken with much feeling behind it other than admiration when the feeling was involved. It had spread pretty far, but what you didn't account for was who Eli's myth spread to.

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We had been called into the head office today; a rarity but not an impossibility considering how we were still working for him. The pompous bastard liked to throw his weight around, but then again so did everyone in the company – throwing around weight creates fear as most didn’t even have enough to toss. We life and thrive on fear. Fear made people compliant. And from father to son and mother to daughter, everyone shared the same fears and everyone became compliant.

Walking into the office, it still struck me how he managed to make the same room look so different. Each leader had his own taste but they knew not to touch the sanctity of the office like he had. I hated him for it.

Still, what he said surprised me. They were words of praise for someone other than himself; Eli. He had come and taken Seoul by storm with the way he suddenly amassed wealth and called the pockets of citizens his coffers. No one knew where he came from or his past, he just showed up one day and asserted himself as the thief of the decade.

“-bring him in.” The tension in the room painfully shifted.

“Excuse me sir, but with all due respect I think-.” Namjoon tried to bring him to his senses and see the reason that they could not bring a random stranger so close to them, but the boss was the boss and he liked to show it.

“What you think is not relevant. You are to bring him in and I am going to hire him.” His face was annoyingly condescending, but we were bound to follow his orders.

With a short affirmation that he would get right on it, Namjoon led us all out of the office and down the stair back to our car.

Walking out of the pawnshop, Eli stared up at the skyscrapers that towered over his form. It had been another successful day, with a thick wad of bills weighing down the pockets of his jacket. Today, Eli had decided to case out the business center of Seoul. It wasn’t difficult to make him obsolete among the crisp suits and pencils skirts despite standing out with ripped denim and a graphic tee.

The good thing about business people he had come to learn was that they never paid attention to their surroundings. Tunnel-vision ordained a singular viewpoint on their destination and most just glared at and obstruction in their path, not noticing that their pockets were significantly lighter or that the hands that prevented them from falling had taken more liberties than necessary for a task of that kind.

Stuffing your hands into your pockets, you thought about the future of Eli. He was quite well known at this point, not even the black-market pawns haggled with him on prices. What he said goes, and most trusted his reputation of being a fair source of goods. The only real issue had been the targets put on his back. Eli knew that some of the things he had stolen contained sensitive material - that only made the price higher in his eyes - and that this had caused many important people to start craving his head on a platter.

For this reason, when he had reached the crowded Gangnam district, he slipped into a noodle shop. Both because he was hungry and because he needed to change out of his wig and bandages. Sending a small nod at the owner - a woman who you came across with a vendetta against BigHit and decent enough credibility -, you snuck into the storage room at the back. Behind the cartons of vegetables lay a black duffle bag with all your supplies; make-up remover, bandage rolls, extra clothes, and your day-bag. All which Eli used to revert himself back into you.

Back at the front of the restaurant, the fabric door was held aside as a trio of men made their way into the store, each casting a piercing glance at the patrons of the humble noodle shop. The woman behind the counter bristled as she recognized the statues that graced her store - after all, who did not know these boys?

As she watched them hover at the entrance of her shop, the ma’am finally got the chance to study them. They were an intimidating bunch, refined with the kind of confidence that came from their skills and not their looks. Like few others, they had taught themselves the art of subtle patronization.

As she watched their eyes dart around the store, she finally realized that they were looking for the Ruffian. His true name she did not know, but he had made a deal with her concerning the back room of her shop and had been using it for a week or so. She did not know what exactly happened in that back room, but she suspected it had something to do with the (e/c)-ed woman that walked out soon after.

Half of her wanted to send her worker back to warn whoever was back there, but she decided against it. What she had heard from the Ruffian was vague, and before she gave either one her loyalty, she needed to see more about them. Thus, the only interaction she made was to bow respectfully towards them and offer them a seat, which they took with deception in their bones.

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