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house of addams (4)

— 🌖 pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

— 🕷�� genre: mystery, angst + fluff + smut

— 🗝️ word count: 5.3k

— 🍄 summary: you continue with your investigation on the mysterious deaths and disappearances in the small town of Farrow's End. and that includes enlisting the help of: two (cute) scientists, one shy bookstore owner, and one charming barista.

— ☕ content warnings: scientific inaccuracies, brief mentions of death/suicide/decomposition, bookworm!namjoon, soft boi!yoongi, mc and yoongi are both massive nerds, chemist/marine biologist!jimin

— 🕸️ a/n: and it continues! thanks for reading :)

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chpt. 4: lattes and legwork

october 8, 2004

Legwork (noun): work that involves much traveling to collect information, especially when such work is difficult but boring. That's what this case required a lot of.

You got the film developed from your fieldwork outing with Yoongi, organizing the photos according to each victim. Michael Bradley: strange fungus, unusual tree rot. Jarvis Laplan: circle of dead grass in the woods. Sharon Mason: the lake and nothing more.

The autopsy reports were another thing entirely. It took you almost a week to get through them, with all the research it required to understand the terminology.

Starting with Laplan, cause of death: "blood loss from multiple traumatic injuries." When bite marks were found on the body (or rather, what was left of the body) a forensic dentist was called in to examine them.

You had to do some research on bite-mark identification, and found out that Laplan's body was covered in a multitude of avulsions (bite resulting in the removal of skin), lacerations (puncture wounds), and hemorrhages (a profusely bleeding bite).

The tooth marks suggested an attack from a bear (according to the forensic dentist and a local wildlife expert) judging from the combination of marks from canines and molars, indicating it was from an omnivore.

But that's not what they said in the papers. You're guessing it was because bears are not at all common in this region, so they claimed it was most likely a mountain lion to make it easier to swallow.

You wonder if the mayor's influence contributed to such a change, maybe as an effort to keep the real details under wraps. The fact that she wanted your entire investigation to be off the books certainly supported the idea.

They didn't mention in the papers that his eyes were missing, along with his heart, liver, tongue, and right pointer finger.

The police report stated that the gun he had in his possession at the time of his death hadn't been fired, and the autopsy report supported this, since no gunpowder residue was found on the body.

It makes you wonder why an experienced hunter like Laplan hadn't fired a single shot. Was this predator really that swift?

Other than the out-of-place bite marks, there was nothing else unusual in Laplan's autopsy report. Well, other than the circle of dead grass he was found in, but you'll have to consult Yoongi about that.

You reached out to Mrs. Laplan, and to your surprise, she consented to an interview. Well, you suppose it wouldn't be too unusual for her to agree to talk to a supposed "journalist" if she was convinced that her husband died of a random animal attack rather than something suspicious that she'd want to keep under wraps.

Speaking of which, Mrs. Bradley was still actively evading your efforts to get any kind of information out of her. But you'll take what you can get.

In the time it took you to work through Laplan's autopsy report, you became quite well-acquainted with the bookshop and its main employee.

Maybe it's because you often darken their doorstep at the dead of night, but he's one of the only people you see working there. The others being a very nice (always colorfully dressed) young woman, most likely a University student, and a quiet but helpful old man with tortoiseshell glasses.

But the tall, handsome man works the most hours, usually reading at the front desk or tapping away at his typewriter. You're guessing that he's the owner, judging from the amount of maintenance he does around the place.

The man was right about one thing, the place was full of cozy nooks and little corners to curl up in, all with warm-toned lamps and oak wood surfaces to write on. You rotate between an armchair tucked against a frosty window, and a mahogany desk in an alcove of shelves with a green bankers lamp to illuminate the darkness.

After acquiring the autopsy reports, you spend several days pouring over anatomy textbooks and forensic guides (not noticing the initials JK scrawled inside the cover of most of the volumes you examine).

The bookshop is much bigger than the exterior implies. The more you explore, the more you find branching passageways and curves that twist into new sections and labels on the shelves. Mystery leads to UFOs, then Conspiracy Theories, then Unsolved Cases.

And then, just when you think you're familiarizing yourself with the map of the layout, the next day the sections are jumbled and the shelves twist in different directions.

One afternoon, as you're taking a break to stretch your legs, the narrow path through the shelves leads you to an antique case (locked) with several leather bound volumes inscribed with gold lettering. You can't quite make out any of the titles, faded from age, but obviously they are valuable.

After combing through every possible detail in Laplan’s folder, you move on to Sharon Mason. And where you had hoped to find some answers, it seemed you only stumble upon more mysteries.

Your first guess was death by drowning, since she was found in the lake, but that wasn’t the case. Cause of death: hypothermia; no water in the lungs whatsoever.

You listened to the autopsy transcript several times, Dr. Kim’s deep voice almost lulling you into a trance. You consumed an alarming number of lattes to offset it.

Dr. Kim and Jungkook, his assistant/apprentice, concluded that Mason had entered the water before she died, and the temperature of the lake only brought her demise quicker.

There were no external signs of struggle, no bruises or abrasions, nothing to suggest that she’d been forced into the water.

In all likelihood, Sharon Mason had entered the lake of her own volition, and stayed there until her slow, cold death. Which of course didn't make much sense.

There was no suicide note, no reported signs of distress (according to the press, that is). Her system was free of alcohol or drugs, and the death was classified as accidental.

The strange thing was that her body had barely decomposed. She was reported missing the morning after disappearing from her home (no sign of a struggle), and despite many search parties, she was missing for over two weeks.

Even if the cause of death isn't drowning, a body will sink almost immediately after death (you found out during your research), and her body had to reach the bloating phase of decomposition for her to float back to the surface.

A hiker discovered her corpse early one morning. The authorities were called, and Dr. Kim was able to examine the scene. He recorded the ambient temperature and the temperature of the water, both very cold, and took note of the local wildlife.

Animals, insects, and larvae will begin to feed on a body within hours after death, but apparently Mason's body hadn't been touched at all, despite the abundant lake ecosystem.

Unfortunately, you couldn't find all of your research materials at the bookshop. Forensic research on decomposition in aqueous environments was apparently very lacking.

After two days of scrutinizing Mason's file, you started to get a little frustrated at the lack of answers. How the hell did she end up in that lake? Why was her body oddly undisturbed? And above all, how the fuck does everything connect?

Maybe it's your restless shifting, or the exasperated sighs that keep escaping from your mouth, but soon the tall man is approaching the desk that you've claimed with your seemingly endless array of books, files, and papers. And empty coffee cups.

"Sprung a leak?" he asks with a chuckle, and the low timbre of his voice seems to reverberate up your spine.

"Huh?" you mumble, a bit startled by his sudden approach. Definitely not as articulate as you usually are, but you were four hours deep at this point.

The man's smile falters a little, like he just realized that he was talking to a stranger and not a friend that was privy to his inside jokes.

"Uh," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Has your boat sprung a leak? Sailing the seas, I mean."

He gestures to the ocean of papers and file folders and open books across the wood surface. It takes you a minute, you blame it on the caffeine crash.

"Ah," you say, suddenly getting it. The sea of knowledge.

And instead of looking at him like he has two heads, like he was half expecting, you can't help but chuckle as the image of your skull bobbing through chaotic waves, with your brain struggling to pilot the vessel safely, pops into your mind.

"Yes, sprung a leak and taking on water, I'm afraid," you reply, leaning back in your chair.

"Hmm," the man mumbles like he knows the feeling well.

"Care for a soother?" he asks, and you look up at him, curious.

It's like your lingering gaze makes him nervous somehow, because then he's tucking his chin into the fabric of his turtleneck, taking a step back through the labyrinth of shelves.

"Come," he says softly, disappearing just as quickly as he appeared.

You follow him back to the front desk, where an electric kettle is already steaming. He opens a tin and scoops some tea leaves and dried flower buds into a small teapot, pouring the hot water on top.

"May I ask what you're working on?" he asks as it steeps.

You lean against the large desk with a barely concealed scoff.

"I hardly know myself. Work, nonetheless."

He nods, humming like he knows the feeling.

"Tedious reading?" he asks.

"In a way, yes," you respond as all the medical terms flash behind your eyelids.

"It helps to use a little reward system," he says, grabbing the nearest volume (Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley, with both the 1818 and 1831 versions). Opening to a random page, he reaches to his left and grabs a stray, half-eaten chocolate bar. He breaks off a square and places it halfway down the page.

"See? You've gotta pace yourself," he says.

You chuckle when he pretends to the scan the page and then pops the sweet into his mouth.

"Are you a writer?" you can't help but ask, your curiosity is too vicious. There's the same typewriter on his desk, and you've heard him clacking away at it every time you come into the shop. And yes, sometimes he dozes off at his desk with his head resting on his hand.

"Oh, yes," he says sheepishly, glancing back at it and the numerous scraps of paper surrounding it. Then his face drops suddenly.

"Does the typing bother you?" he asks nervously, as if he isn't the owner of the place.

"No, no!" you assure him. "I like it, it's therapeutic."

You swear to god you hear a little giggle escape the tall, broad man in front of you, but when you glance over he looks just as composed as he always is.

It's then that the pot gets done brewing, and he tears his eyes away from you to pour two steaming cups of red-tinged tea. It's sweet and herbal, warming you from the inside.

"I've hit a bit of a roadblock," you admit.

He looks up from his teacup, eyes open and patient. He has the face of a good listener.

"You could always consult the University library. There's bound to be a thesis paper or two for every obscure topic in the world," he adds as if he could read your mind.

You add it to your to-do list. The two of you sip your tea in comfortable silence. He was right, it's a nice soother for the post-caffeine buzz downswing.

It isn't until you're packing up the leave for the night, eyes practically drooping shut, that you remember to ask for his name.

"Namjoon," he replies with a glowing smile to accompany his glowing tan skin.

You tell him yours in return, unaware that he already knows.

october 9, 2004

You have to hunt a bit more for him this time. After wandering the linoleum halls and dated lecture rooms, you finally find him in one of the biology labs.

Yoongi stands over a wide table, surveying the several plant specimens, cuttings, and roots spread out in front of him, every once and a while consulting the microscope to his left. He's wearing a rubber apron and gloves, along with a pair of black square-rimmed glasses that slightly magnify the size of his eyes.

"Got something for you," he says suddenly, but not to you.

You realize you've been watching him for several moments, a little too entranced by his careful movements and methodology.

He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out an old-looking string of pearls. Delicately and with something akin to shyness, he drapes it over the stem and leaves of a nearby, slightly droopy, potted plant.

You swear you see the plant perk up a bit, leaves stretching out further than they did before.

"See?" Yoongi says softly. A pause. "Nonsense, everyone deserves to feel pretty."

Oh. You're moving to knock on the door and interrupt your thoughts before you can imagine him directing those words at you.

Yoongi startles slightly, reaching up to quickly pull the glasses from his face and slip them into his apron pocket. A shame really, you would've liked to get a better look at him in them.

"Hello," he says with another awkward, straight-lipped smile. His signature expression, you've noticed.

"Hello again," you greet, approaching his work table. "Any word on that fungus?"

He averts his eyes almost immediately.

"Uh, yes," he begins, pulling a few papers from one of the several stacks around him.

"It's some kind of stinkhorn," he says, gesturing to a jumble of scientific jargon on the page that you don't understand.

But you know what a stinkhorn is, thanks to the book about unusual fungal features that Namjoon recommended to you.

Stinkhorns are a type of mushroom that secrete a gel called gleba, which has been described as smelling similar to rotting meat, carrion, or even feces. The substance attracts flies and other insects, which pick up the sticky spores when they land on the mushroom and spread it around, aiding in its reproduction.

"It's not from here, my colleague says it's native to the Northern regions," Yoongi continues.

"Well, that would explain why no one seems to know what the hell we're dealing with," you mutter, half to yourself.

"Wait," you say, realizing something. "Stinkhorns reproduce through gleba. Our fungus had pores and ridges. And now it has another method for spore dispersal? Isn't that highly unusual?"

After your fieldwork outing, you poked a little deeper into mycology. You found that mushrooms typically have either pores, gills, teeth, ridges, or some other form of spore dispersal like gleba.

But you've never heard of a mushroom with multiple structures. It sounds like an evolutionary weakness to devote energy to more than one reproductive system when one does the trick just fine.

You express as much to Yoongi, and he looks at you with a strange reverence in his eyes. Almost like he's impressed, but you wouldn't dare believe such a thought.

"It is unusual," he agrees. "But not impossible."

"Well of course, the word "impossible" doesn't really belong in science," you blurt out in a passion-fueled bout of energy.

You've spent way too long studying the scientific intricacies of several cases because you were simply entranced by it. And if the world had dealt you a different hand, you probably would've ended up as a scientific researcher instead of a private investigator.

Yoongi shoots you that look again, the one that looks suspiciously like admiration.

"So what is it exactly?" you interrupt before the heat can reach your face.

"Well," Yoongi says, trailing off. "It's new. Undiscovered, I mean."

Hmm. You aren't sure if that helps you or hinders you. On one hand, you can let the mayor know that the strange fungus she hired you to look into is a new species, requiring intervention and study from someone more qualified than you. Maybe she could even fund a new research program here at the University.

On the other hand, you would've liked to get at least one explanation for all the strange happenings going on in this town.

"And that's all he got?" you ask gently, already anticipating the answer.

Yoongi smiles that straight-lipped smile and nods, like he's sorry he can't offer more help.

"Well, anyways," you say, moving on to the next bullet point on your list.

"I finally got the autopsy reports."

You pull out the photos of Laplan's scene of death. You and Yoongi look down at the picture of a body, resting in a pool of blood, lying in the center of a circle of dead grass.

"I wanted to ask your opinion on this," you pose, pointing to it.

"Hmm," he says, brows furrowed. "Maybe it's from the mycelium. You know, as it spreads it depletes the environment of nutrients, often creating a circle of dead matter."

You examine the photo again.

"But there are no mushrooms," you say, remembering the ring of fungus in Bradley's yard.

Yoongi shrugs.

"Mycelium doesn't produce mushrooms all the time, only in specific conditions. The mushrooms are like fruit, while the mycelium is like a tree. It's the true organism."

Hmm, interesting.

"I know right," Yoongi says suddenly, and you realize that you said it out loud.

You brush off your slight embarrassment by moving on to your next point.

"I was wondering if you could refer me to a chemist? Or rather, someone who knows their way around aquatic environments?"

Yoongi considers it for a moment. Then he's pulling off his gloves and leading you to the door.

"Come with me," he says, shrugging off his apron to reveal the black and white sweater underneath.

You follow him, rushing to gather your papers and shove them back into your bag (which only seems to be getting fuller by the day).

"I have a friend, he's a genius really," Yoongi says as you walk. "Double degrees in chemistry and marine biology, going for his master's now."

He guides you down several hallways and up several flights of stairs (pausing after the climb to catch his breath and curse the inanimate object, which you find only slightly adorable).

"He's also a lab tech, so he has access to the equipment for almost any test you can think of," he continues.

The two of you emerge into the the chemistry department, and Yoongi leads you into another lab, empty except for one person.

He's of average height, dressed in (tight) black jeans, leather jacket, and heeled Chelsea boots. His hair is a strange silver-gray, with underlying blue undertones as the light shifts.

He looks up as you enter the room, abandoning the petri dish he had been examining. His face is obscured by a black mask and orange-tinged glasses, but his eyes underneath are sharp and purposeful.

"Jimin, this is _____," Yoongi begins, and you can hear the strange emphasis he puts on your name.

Jimin's brows raise just a hair, and in a split second he scans you up and down.

"Hello, it's very nice to meet you," he says, holding out a hand to shake. His voice is light yet somehow sultry at the same time, curling at the edges like smoke.

You shake his hand, which is oddly cold and slightly slick.

"_______ here is looking for someone to aid in her investigation," Yoongi adds, giving Jimin a pointed look that you don't notice.

"Is that so? Well, I'd be happy to help in any way I can," Jimin says, and you notice that his voice has a natural flirtatious lilt to it, but in all likelihood he talks to everyone like that.

"Excellent, are you available next weekend for some fieldwork?" you ask right away.

You can't see it because of the mask, but judging from the way his cheeks plump up, a smile suddenly crosses Jimin's face.

"Yes, happy to. First thing in the morning, right?" he says, sneaking a little glance at Yoongi.

You, confused, shift your gaze between them, Yoongi looking embarrassed and Jimin looking smug. Has he been talking about you?

"Right, first thing," you reply, making your voice confident and straightforward the way you always do when it comes to work matters. "How do you take your coffee? It's on me."

Jimin tells you with another smile, and Yoongi asks if he can tag along. You tell him of course, hiding the burst of giddiness you feel at him still being interested in helping you.

You exchange contact information, with Jimin slowly and subtly entering your personal space. And you're slightly ashamed that you don't realize it until his shoulder is pressed against yours. And you're slightly more ashamed to admit that you don't pull away.

You finally tear yourself away from him when Yoongi clenches his jaw in your direction. Thanking them for their time, you hurry out of the lab, face hot.

After you're gone, Jimin looks at Yoongi with a smirk. "So she can handle herself in the morgue, but shies away at a little physical contact?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jimin's laugh. Because he knows what that laugh means, it's the sound of someone who just found something new to play with.

october 12, 2004

In the days that follow, you trudge on with your list of tedious legwork. You interview Laplan's wife Lisa, a nice simple woman who answers your questions without resistance. She even makes you a cup of tea after she shows you inside.

You notice signs of a hunter in Laplan's home: mounted antlers, extensive taxidermy. The two of you sit in a pair of musty-smelling armchairs as you sip your tea.

Lisa confirms that Laplan was an avid hunter, who apparently was very dissatisfied by the "out of control" local wildlife. When you ask her to elaborate, Lisa explains that her husband often complained of numerous cats, crows, and deer in the surrounding forest. She says that in the days leading up to his death, he became a bit obsessed with ridding the environment of them.

Then she mentions the dreams. Horrible, disjointed dreams that her husband was apparently plagued with in the weeks before his death. He avoided talking about them, but Lisa claimed that they severely affected his mental state.

He didn’t abuse any substances, to her knowledge, and other than his sudden passion for local population control, he was a normal man.

It was clear that Mrs. Laplan didn’t believe that her husband's death was anything other than an accident, an avoidable tragedy.

At the end of your visit, you offered your condolences and thanked her for her time.

Sharon Mason’s parents, on the other hand, don’t share the same sentiment.

They are, understandably, shaken and teary-eyed. Seventeen is too young.

You apologize for intruding, but they brush that off, seemingly eager to reveal “the truth” about their daughter's death.

“And what is the truth?” you ask.

They aren’t entirely sure. But the one thing they know for sure, Sharon didn’t commit suicide. You don’t think she did either, but they don’t need you to affirm that for them.

Apparently, Mason had been plagued with dreams too. They started after she and her friends went swimming in the lake.

Her parents didn't find out about it until after she was gone. After she was reported missing, her friends confessed to sneaking out and going for a midnight dip about two weeks before her death.

Her parents had always warned her about the woods and especially the lake, given the fact that it was believed to be polluted with toxic chemicals and home to several types of leeches and predatory fish.

You asked if it was in Sharon's nature to sneak out and go somewhere she wasn't supposed to be, and they said no, it wasn't like her at all.

You'll have to see if you can interview some of the friends who were involved in the incident.

The dreams got so bad that Sharon's mother apparently took her to see a local psychic, who claimed that dark and evil forces were using Sharon's body and mind as a conduit. You don't know how much of that you believe, but you asked for her information so you could try to get an interview with her anyway.

The Mason parents expressed their frustration with how the press covered the story. At first, you thought it was merely because the story suggested suicide, but the Mason parents went on to complain about the "outrageous accusations" and "inappropriate suggestions" made.

You don't remember seeing anything of the sort in the newspaper, but you suppose you'll have to look into it.

It goes without saying, but you have a lot more work to do.

october 13, 2004

During your time in Farrow's End, you've also become quite well-acquainted with the owner of the cafe, Cat's Den. There are a handful of other employees, mostly young University students, but the man with the full lips is the one who works all the night shifts, which is usually when you're there.

He's very talkative, but not in an annoying way. He'll only speak to you when you're clearly in a lull from your work, or when you're waiting at the counter for a refill.

His name is Jin, and yes, he is in fact the owner of the establishment. And from what you've seen, he runs it with very high standards. All the treats, pastries, and baked goods are made fresh everyday.

Several (very) early mornings, you've watched him laminate pastry dough with almost hypnotizing precision and speed. Then he'll twist the dough into a variety of shapes, brush them with beaten eggs, and bake them so the entire cafe smells of buttery, flakey goodness.

And yes, maybe he's noticed you watching him in all his methodical detail. And yes, maybe he's made a bit of a habit of placing a fresh, still-steaming croissant in front of you (free of charge) every time you're in the cafe when the first batch comes out.

But it's not because he likes you or anything. Because you don't let yourself stare at him for too long at any given time. Not when he wears close-fitting pressed pants, not when he sheds his outerwear in the heat of the kitchen, revealing the thin layer of muscle on his arms from years of kneading dough. Not even when he runs a hand through his hair, slicking it back to reveal his forehead, sometimes glistening with sweat.

Today especially. A very large order has been placed at the cafe, and Jin has been baking all day. There's a recurrent theme: pure vanilla bean.

You've lost count on how many vanilla beans he's cut open, scraping out the precious black flecks inside then putting them in a menagerie of treats. Vanilla scones, vanilla cheesecake with vanilla mousse, cupcakes with creamy vanilla frosting.

By the time evening rolls around, the counters are practically covered with boxes and bags filled with vanilla-flavored confectionary.

But it's not until midnight that the person who placed the order comes to pick it up.

A black Mercedes pulls up, headlights flashing through the windows of the cafe, and parks against the curb.

Jin seems to recognize it, because then he's gathering up the multitude of packages and carrying them outside to the waiting car.

The driver emerges, wearing a black coat and boots. You can't see his face because of the wide-brimmed hat he's wearing, but you can see black hair curling at the back of his neck.

Jin moves to put the boxes in the trunk, the shadowed man makes an effort to help him. Then he shakes the mysterious man's hand and returns inside.

"Quite a big order, huh?" you can't help but say when Jin returns.

Jin looks from you to the strange man, who is getting back into his car, and chuckles a little nervously.

"Yeah, for a birthday," Jin answers, and disappears into one of the storage rooms.

When you look out the window again, you see several bystanders stop to stare at the car pulling away from the curb, looking at the Mercedes as if the president is inside.

You're hurrying out the door before you can think twice.

"Who's that?" you ask the nearest passerby. They glance at you for a quick second before looking back at the dark car, the driver obscured by the tinted windows.

"It's one of the Jungs," they answer, unbothered.

"The Jungs?" you ask, letting your confusion and subsequent curiosity bleed through.

"Mm hmm," the bystander replies. "You know, the ones who own the old Addams house."

"Filthy rich bastards own half the town," someone else pipes in.

"Really?" you say, trying to catch another glance at the dark car. "So they live there?"

"What? No, the family is spread out like a plague. The whole clan hasn't been in town since the eighties."

You're extremely engaged by the fact that all of this seems to be common knowledge among the townsfolk, as well as the shared contempt/fascination with the mysterious Jung family.

"So who lives there now?" you ask, curiosity has you in its grip like a viper.

"One of them, obviously. I don't know their name."

The little crowd has dissolved now, everyone going back to their business.

And again, you're left with more questions than answers. And yet another topic to research.

Jimin's birthday celebration proceeds splendidly. They decorate the mansion with dried kelp streamers and seashell garlands and pearlescent jellyfish lamps. There's a feast of his favorite foods, an abundance of his favorite vanilla treats, and (most importantly) bottomless champagne.

Everyone is told to be home by three a.m. (thanks to their busy schedules and nocturnal patterns) so the festivities can begin. It's just the seven of them. Well, the seven of them plus Thing, and the pets, and Yoongi's plants (every single one of them named and dotted on by the botanist).

Then, sometime after all the feasting and dancing and drinking, they end up sprawled out in the main room, sleepy and sated.

"Hyung," Jin says, and the only person that term applies to raises his head.

"She saw you at the cafe. Was asking questions about you too," Jin continues, slightly wariness in his voice.

But Hoseok only smirks. Delighting in the idea of you thinking about him, inquiring about him.

"She's a private investigator, that's what she does," Jimin quips, speech slightly slurred from all the liquor.

Jin throws him a half-convincing glare.

"I think what Jin's getting at is..." Yoongi interrupts. "How close do we let her get?"

"She's done more in just a few weeks than we've done in months," Namjoon argues.

"Well yeah, she's getting paid for it," Jungkook adds.

"But she does have some sort of sight?" Hoseok cuts in, thinking.

Everyone affirms, and Hoseok quirks a brow.

"And he doesn't scare easy?" he asks.

"Not in the traditional sense," Jimin quirks with a chuckle, fondly remembering how you shied away from just a little physical contact. He wonders how you would react if he—

"You better not scare her away," Yoongi suddenly cuts in, pointing an accusatory finger in Jimin's direction, who just laughs in response. Because he has no intention of that. Scaring you, maybe. But driving you away? Nope.

"Seems to me like the type who needs to be eased in," Namjoon says, sounding contemplative. He looks up at Hoseok.

"Let her figure it out for herself. At the rate she's going, she'll get there in no time."

Everyone looks to Hoseok for his response, and he offers a mischievous smile.

"It wouldn't hurt to give her a few hints."

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pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses

*lmk if i missed any*

word count: ~4.8k

a/n: i hope you guys see the vision with the film..it was lowkey kind of hard to describe 🥲

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A black screen at first, then simple white words show up on the screen. 

“Golden Closet Films presents…Still With You: a film by Jeon Jungkook.” 

I sneak a glance at Jungkook, and his eyes are shining in the dim light, and I swear that in that moment, they hold the entire universe.

He meets my gaze. He smiles. I do too. In that moment we are the only two in the theatre.

Soft instrumental music starts playing as the other credits finish, and I turn my attention back to the screen, pushing down the feelings in my heart.

A magical scene appears. A silver castle is glowing in the moonlight, and the camera zooms in slowly to the ballroom. There is a masquerade ball going on inside, blurs of people dancing with extravagant dresses and masks on. But the camera focuses on one man. A king, wearing an elegant crown, cream suit, and crimson sash, the only one not wearing a mask. Jin.

I audibly suck in air, trying not to gasp as the man is right next to me. The story continues.

Although the king is surrounded by people, he seems alone. The people are blurs and shadows around him while he stands in the middle of the ballroom. The camera zooms out so we can now see that there’s a banner behind him written in cursive; “Happy Birthday.” The king is alone, even at a party celebrating him.

Cut to a house. Two-story, brick, cute. A homey place, per say. But the sage green door bursts open, and a woman walks out with three girls following her. She is dressed to the nines as a peacock, emerald green and sapphire blue hues decorate her feathered dress. Her mask is sharp, resembling a beak, and has a few plumes atop it.

The two girls are also dressed up, one in gold and the other in silver. But their costumes are gaudy and cheap looking. Feathers, sequins, glitter. The materials come together to make an honestly hideous outfit, but they flaunt it with their high hairstyles and haughty attitudes.

The other girl obviously isn’t as decorated as the woman and two other girls. I cannot see her face, just the back of her as she faces the woman and two girls. Her hair is nicely styled yet not as ornate as the other girls. The camera shows details of mysterious girl. A delicate ring of stars is around her head, and she’s dressed in an all-white outfit with soft feathered wings on her back. An angel. But then the film shows the imperfections in her outfit. Small rips here and there, a stain on the waistline. Her shoes are worn, and her mask is cracked on the side. Her face is still hidden.

“You are not going. You don’t deserve to, you stupid girl.” The woman is cold and harsh with her words, and I tense at the use of the word stupid. I know what this girl is feeling.

“Yeah. You’re worthless, and your costume is horrible,” the gold girl states.

“The prince would never fall in love with you.” Silver girl sniffs in distain as the woman (who I presume to be her stepmother) cackles.

“That’s right. So, behave until we get back. The house better be clean from top to bottom,” she demands, knocking into the girl’s shoulder as she passes her, “Come on girls. Let’s go.”

The two titter with laughter before gold girl darts her hand out and rips angel girl’s sleeve. This makes silver girl reach out and tears the wings.

Peacock woman laughs and walks to a carriage, a beautiful yet also gaudy looking thing, and the two girls follow.

I see what this is. It’s a unique telling of Cinderella. Jungkook really is a wonderful storyteller.

The carriage pulls away, and I see the girl drop to the ground in a heap. Her eyes brim with tears, and a few stray ones trickle down her face. She looks so desolate, so depressed.

But after a moment, she brings a hand and wipes her own tears. She makes a fist and pushes herself up from the ground. She stands on her own two feet. Her back is shown as she walks away from us and back into the house. In a tiny attic, the girl gathers the small number of things up. It’s clearly her room, with a picture of her and what I presume to be her mom and dad. After she puts everything in her backpack, she looks at the curtains hanging. They’re white and silky, surprisingly untouched, and not ripped. She contemplates for a moment before gently taking them down. A montage plays of her stitching and sewing something together, and before I know it, she’s standing there in a new dress. She walks out of the house and makes her way into the darkness, spine straight and head held high.

The theatre is dark, but I see so much light.

Cut to the ballroom. Jin now sits on a throne, listlessly gazing into the crowd. The party rages on, and there’s now a line of girls standing in front of Jin. Each one has pretty outfits on, but they’re stuffy and heavy with embellishments. Jin just nods as each one curtsies and attempts to get his attention. Gold and silver girl curtsy as peacock woman watches on, but Jin barely even spares them a glance. Peacock woman sniffs haughtily as her daughters go sadly to the dance floor. 

Dramatic instrumental music starts to play and the colors start to bleed and become more vivid on screen. The silver doors open and a confused looking girl is swept into the ballroom. Scratch that, it’s angel girl. She is disoriented as an attendant takes her backpack and escorts her to the end of the line. Angel girl attempts to smooth her hair then looks at the gorgeous ballroom. Time slows as her head tilts up to admire the majestic paintings on the walls. 

I feel Jungkook’s gaze on me but cannot take my eyes off the screen. 

Angel girl’s eyes widen when she realizes that she’s almost to the front of the line. The girl in front of her goes off to dance and she comes face to face with Jin for the first time. The music fades out and there’s only silence. Angel girl curtsies to the best of her ability and sneaks a glance up at Jin. 

He smiles, showing emotion other than boredom for the first time. Jin rises from his chair and holds out his hand, an invitation of some sort. 

In the theatre, I see Jin’s hand lying next to mine on the armrest out of the corner of my eye.  Should I? No. Well..maybe just this once. I mean, it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know what makes me so brave but I hesitantly reach my fingers out to his. He reacts instantly, his hand entwining with mine. His eyes are on the screen but I see a soft smile appear on his face. I turn my attention back to the screen, trying not to freak out at the blatant hand holding we’re doing. Oh my god, Y/n. What are you doing?! Try not to freak out. It doesn’t mean anything. Yes, it does, but you don’t want to admit it. 

In the film world, Jin is now dancing with angel girl. It’s a gorgeous rendition of Cinderella, and the camera is overhead and we look down at them as Jin twirls angel girl. Her dress fans out and they smile at each other, not saying a word yet still understanding each other. 

The orchestra plays its last chord as the dance ends. Jin bows and angel girl curtesies. They come closer and look as though they could kiss, but then the clock strikes twelve. Angel girl’s eyes widen and she starts dashing through the crowd, bumping into people left and right. 

“I’m sorry! Please excuse me.” She apologizes as she makes her way through the crowd. She snatches her backpack from a very surprised attendant then disappears out the same gilded doors that she entered from. 

Jin takes long strides, attempting to follow her but he gets swept up in the crowd, multiple people trying to talk to him. His one arm is dramatically reached out, and he lets out a sigh; the sight of a desperate man. 

I hear the sound of hopeless music and Jin walks dejectedly back to his throne, sitting there and resuming the same bored face as earlier, except this time he glances towards the door every so often. 

Surely this isn’t the end, right? 

The ballroom is now empty, a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere of earlier. There are attendants sweeping the floor and Jin stands and goes to leave, except when he spots something. 

No, it can’t be, I think excitedly. 

It is. Jin looks behind a porcelain vase by the door and sure enough, there’s a chunk of angel girl’s star crown. He snatches it and hastily looks around to see if anyone noticed. They didn’t. The scene ends with the corners of his lips turned up in a soft, sad, private smile. 

I glance at Jin and it seems that he’s wearing the same soft smile as in the film. Our hands are still entwined. 

“6 months later” is written on the screen.

The back of a servant is shown scurrying through a grand hallway with portraits on the wall, clutching a rolled up piece of paper like it’s gold to his chest. He finally reaches his destination and I catch a glimpse of his face. Is that Taehyung? 

I look at Jungkook, confusion on my face. He seems to understand as he just nods and bunny smiles. 

Taehyung enters the room and inside is Jin and what looks to be an advisor, as he’s wearing a formal suit and not servant garb.

“Your Majesty, here’s a message from the Queen of Concordia,” Taehyung says, bowing and giving Jin the scroll then departs. 

Such a cute cameo.

Jin sits down at his desk and the advisor stands patiently behind him. Jin’s brows furrow and he sighs, placing the paper down on his desk. 

“They want me to come visit,” he says, talking to the advisor.

“Well, your Majesty, your countries are in an alliance. It would be in your best interest to go. Unless you’d rather host them?” The advisor asks, making Jin groan. 

“No. There’s not enough time to prepare. I’ll go there in two weeks like they asked.” Jin begrudgingly writes a response and gives it to the advisor. “Please send this to Queen Hayoung.” 

Advisor man bows and gently takes the letter, leaving in big strides. The door shuts behind him and the scene ends with Jin staring out the window at the autumn leaves falling down. 

I’m entranced. This film is so gorgeously done, and Jungkook is such a brilliant storyteller. But, I wonder, what happened to angel girl? Did she escape her situation? Or is she still trapped in that house? 

An ornate carriage gleams in the sun, and Jin, now dressed in a more casual yet  still elegant button up and khakis, climbs into it. His crown is not present on his head, and he leans back against the plush seat and closes his eyes, the picture of a true royal. 

A white castle with deep navy flags and gorgeous gardens comes into view. 

“Your Majesty, we’re here.” The same advisor man gently wakes Jin up.

He opens his eyes and yawns, stretching slightly, then fixes his hair. 

“Thank you Yeojung. May I have my crown?” The advisor, now known as Yeojung, hands him the detailed headpiece. 

“Thank you.” 

The carriage pulls up and a servant opens the door, bowing as Jin and Yeojung step out. Jin nods to the servant, his glistening crown perched atop his groomed hair. 

Guards bow to Jin, then open the door of the palace. Jin grandly enters, the image of confidence. 

“King Seokjin! I’m so glad you could make it!” A woman around Jin’s age walks up to him, grinning. Her white dress reminds me of angel girl’s, yet it’s more stiff and structured. Her pointy white heels gleam against the pristine floor. She looks the perfect image of a queen.

“Hello Queen Hayoung. A pleasure to see you again.” Jin bows elegantly as Hayoung curtsies, and he gives a peck to her gloved hand. 

“Always the gentlemen,” Hayoung says, pleased as Jin’s display of respectful affection. 

“Now, shall we take a walk? I must show you your chambers while you’re here.” Hayoung starts walking, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Jin lets out an almost imperceptible sigh before diligently following her. 

Where is angel girl? I miss her, and hope that Jin doesn’t end up with Hayoung. That would be such a sad ending. 

The camera now shows a quaint cafe. Tucked among a friendly and home-like street, it boasts a pastel pink sign reading “Wings: a bakery for the soul.” The open sign is plugged in and there are wicker tables and chairs outside. The glass window shows cute treats, and as a customer walks out the white painted door, the camera goes in. 

Cozy tables and chairs furnish the inside, with a counter and work station along one wall. Watercolor images of pastries adorn the wall and soft Lofi music plays. There are a couple people sitting and eating/drinking, but the camera instead goes to the girl working the counter. She pours out a drink, seamlessly making a latte heart. She turns around and I gasp. It’s angel girl!

“Here’s your latte and your strawberry pastry.” She looks even prettier without the mask, and I can finally see her face for the first time. 

Angel girl puts the two treats on the counter in front of an anxious looking teen. He pays, but is distracted by a girl working on her laptop in the corner of the cafe. 

“For the record, she loves strawberry pastries,” angel girl says, smiling knowingly as the boys gulps but thanks her. He then makes his way hesitantly over to laptop girl, and they start to chat, him giving her the strawberry pastry. 

Angel girl smiles at them, shaking her head lovingly. Longing is evident in her eyes, but she turns back around to start preparing another drink. 

I can’t believe angel girl escaped! I hope that she is happy. But, still, I wish that she and Jin would meet again. 

Speaking of Jin, he occasionally squeezes my hand, and I can’t look at him when he does. I’m sure my hand is sweaty, and I wonder why he even wants to hold it. But I can’t deny how my heart rushes every time he gently squeezes. Luckily my attention is again stolen by the screen.

The moon shines in the sky, and stars wink across the velvet night. Jin is shown in a lavish four poster bed, with deep sapphire colored blankets and fluffy satin pillows surrounding him. But he isn’t asleep. He is under the covers but turned on his side towards the window, where the moon shines through, casting milky moonbeams on the plush carpet. 

The theatre is silent as Jin throws the covers off and goes to look out at the moon. There are no words to describe how he looks, but the best I can think of is ethereal. The silver moonlight makes him glow like an angel, and his thin white shirt only adds to the aesthetic. He gazes into the night before reaching into his pocket and pulls out a piece of metal. 

The piece of angel girl’s star crown twinkles in the pale light. He kept it.

“Someday. Please, someday,” Jin whispers, quietly begging to the stars above to meet angel girl again. 

She’s somewhere, I say mentally, you just need to look in the right place. 

The stars don’t respond, only continuing to shine in the canopy above. 

Jin pads sadly over to the bed again, and carefully lays the crown piece next to his own bigger and fancier crown. Then he crawls into the bed, and closes his eyes. 

The moon transitions to the glowing sun, and Jin blinks, a patch of sun directly hitting his eyes. There’s a knocking sound at the door, and Jin hurriedly sits up, trying to tame down his hair.

“Come in,” he says, morning voice raspy.

So hot, I think, then try to scold the thought away. But it’s getting harder to make them all go away, especially when the man is holding my hand and only a couple feet away from me. 

Yeonjung pops in, bowing. “Your Majesty, Queen Hayoung had an unexpected problem come up, so she will be attending to that all day. But she requested that you feel free to explore the kingdom today.” He bows again, then leaves Jin to get ready. Jin thanks him, then smiles. 

Angel girl is shown now, smiling too as she unlocks the cafe with some of her workers.

“What’s with the good mood, boss?” A girl asks, tying her apron on.

“I’m not sure. I just have a good feeling about today,” angel girl responds, shrugging as she starts putting out pastries. 

“So, your Majesty, what would you like to do today?” Yeonjung asks, as Jin pulls on his loafers. He’s dressed in a forest green sweater and dark jeans, looking even more casual than in the carriage. 

“I’m not sure. Let’s just go wander the streets for a while,” Jin suggests, causing the other to sputter.

“B-but your Majesty! What about security? And assassins? Oh no, what if-“

“Yeonjung. Please, we’ll be fine. I’m trained in basic combat, and, besides, this kingdom is very calm.” 

Yeonjung miserably looks at Jin’s determined face and comes to the conclusion that he can’t convince his stubborn ruler otherwise.

“Fine, your majesty, but please wear these sunglasses for some sort of a disguise.” He hands the dark shades over and Jin rolls his eyes, but puts them on.

“Happy?” He asks.

“No, but it’s better than nothing,” Yeonjung mumbles. 

“Great, so let’s go!” Jin happily walks out the door with a stressed looking Yeonjung following. 

I laugh a little, amused at how Jin’s sunglasses do not match his outfit at all. Oh well, they still look good on him, as everything does. 

Jin and Yeonjung appear strolling down a street with thatched rooftop houses. Kids are playing and people on bicycles zip past them. The sun shines, and there’s a slight breeze ruffling Jin’s hair.

“Isn’t this nice, Yeonjung?” Jin asks, “Just walking peacefully. No documents to sign, no annoying people…”

“Yes, your Majesty, but shouldn’t we be heading back to the palace soon?” Poor Yeonjung asks. 

“Soon…let’s go one more place. How about-“ Jin turns the corner and randomly points to a place “-there!” 

It’s the cafe where angel girl works. 

Oh my god. They’re going to meet again! 

“Fine, your Majesty, but after can we please go back to the castle?” Yeonjung pleads, hoping that Jin will see reason. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s go get something to eat!” 

Jin has a pep in his step as he bounces to the cafe, staring at the cute sign.

“Wings, huh. Reminds me of you,” Jin says, peeking into his pocket at angel girl’s star crown piece.

Come on, come on, I think, rooting for those two to meet. 

“Wow, Yeonjung, look at all the pretty treats,” Jin says after he enters the cafe. 

“Yes, your Majesty. Now what would you like to get?” Yeonjung says, ushering Jin to the counter. 

“I don’t know, give me a second, Yeonjung!” Jin says, huffing dramatically as he scans the chalkboard menu. 

“Hi, I’ll be with you in one second!?” She has her back turned, hair in a ponytail as she makes a drink. 

“Okay,” she turns around, drink in hand, “What can I get for-“

“You,” Jin breathes, eyes blown wide and plump lips parted. He’s frozen, only able to stare at the girl he’s been searching for since the ball. 

Splash! Angel girl drops her drink, but doesn’t even pay attention to it. 

“You..” She matches his shock, eyes boring into him, as if she’s afraid that if she looks away he’ll disappear. 

Time stands still, similar to in the ballroom. Quiet music fills the scene, adding the right amount of drama to the critical scene. 

Jin steps around the counter and his loafers get all pink because of the drink on the floor. She watches him, still in disbelief. 

He gently cups her face and they both lean in, about to kiss when- Still With You: a film by Jeon Jungkook and Golden Closet Films. 

The words fade onto the now black screen. 

Was that the end? I wanted to see their happy ending! What happened with Jin and angel girl? Did they successfully get together?

The credits start rolling but I ignore them and turn to Jungkook, slipping my hand out of Jin’s. I miss the warmth, but have to discuss this ending with Jungkook. 

“Jungkook! How could you end it like that?” I exclaim, becoming more annoyed when he just smirks.

“What’s wrong, babe? Don’t like the ending?” He asks, making my face flush at the pet name.

“No, you don’t get to say that! I want to know what happened.” I cross my arms at him and shake my head. “You’re mean, Kookie, for leaving it at a cliffhanger.”

“I want the audience to make up their own mind about what happened,” Jungkook says, still smirking at my response. 

“Did you at least enjoy my wonderful acting?” Jin asks, making me turn my attention to him. 

“Yes, Jin you did great. The whole thing, the acting, set, cinematography, it was all amazing,” I gush to both Jin and Jungkook.

“Thank you, Y/n. Our Jungkook-ah did do a spectacular job.” Jin pulls the youngest into a side hug, hip checking him as Jungkook groans.

“Jin-hyung, there are people watching,” he complains, trying to pry himself out of Jin’s iron grip.

“I don’t care. You’re still my little Jungkook-ah in my heart,” Jin says, pouting for extra effect. 

I laugh and whip my phone out and take a photo before either of them can react. Jungkook looks so ticked off and Jin so proud in the picture. 

“Y/n, you delete that right now,” Jungkook warns, finally succeeding in untangling himself from Jin. 

“No.” I say resolutely, shoving my phone into my purse and zipping it. 

“Yes.” He argues, reaching for my phone. 

I laugh then dodge his hands, quickly going over to Namjoon. 

“Joonie! Take this and don’t give it to Jungkook.” I shove my purse into his arms and he takes it, confused nonetheless. 

“Okay..?” He holds it while talking with Hobi. 

I walk calmly back to Jungkook, who unfortunately got caught up talking to a critic. Jin stands politely next to him.

“Your work was stunning, Jungkook. I look forward to seeing your future films.” The critic claps Jungkook on the shoulder, grinning as he takes his leave.

“Thank you, sir.” Jungkook bows, then turns back to me, “There you are. Did you delete that picture?” 

“Yes,” I lie, praying he doesn’t see through me. It’s just a photo, for heavens sake! 

“I don’t believe you for a second babe, but for the sake of appearances I will let it go for now.” Jungkook narrows his eyes as Jin laughs. 

“Honey, let’s go,” he says, leading you to the rest of the boys, Jungkook following with a quick “Hey! Don’t leave me!” 

“Alright, everyone here?” Namjoon asks, handing me back my purse. 

I mouth a thank you before slinging it back on my shoulder, watching Jungkook out of the corner of my eye.

“Yep. Now let’s go home, it’s been a long night,” Yoongi says, ever the homebody.

“I agree,” Jimin says, leaning on Yoongi. 

My tiredness hits me like a wave, and I realize that my feet are hurting from my heels and my neck from watching the film. 

“Home it is.” Namjoon agrees before we make our way out to the car. 

I’m too tired to even pay attention to the seating arrangement, and don’t protest when I sit shotgun again. 

My thoughts are drifting in and out of consciousness, but I manage to stay awake until we reach the house.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, but Jungkook opens my door and holds out his hand.

“Here, babe, let me help you.” 

He sweeps me up bridal style, and I weakly protest.

“Jungkook, put me down,” I say sleepily.

“No, babe, you’re tired. Let me take you up to your room.” He leaves no room for argument, so I let him carry me up the stairs.

His muscles must be huge, my tired brain thinks unhelpfully. 

Jungkook lays me on the bed delicately, and unstraps my wedges from my feet. 

“As much as I want to let you sleep babe, you need to change,” he says, making me groan.

“Come on, babe, it won’t take long,” he insists, “Please? For me?”

I open my eyes and half heartedly glare at him.

“Fine. Just because you asked so nicely.” 

With all the remaining strength in my body I heave myself out of bed and stagger to my dresser. I pull out a big sleep shirt and sweats then stumble to the bathroom to change. Well, might as well brush my teeth too, I think, never one to want a cavity.

After changing, brushing my teeth, and taking my makeup off, I flick off the light and step into my room. Jungkook is still sitting on the bed, but now in pjs. 

“Kook? What’re you still doing in here?” I ask sleepily.

“Waiting to make sure you get to bed safely,” he responds, opening my covers back. “Now, come on and sleep.”

I take my glasses off and get in bed, sighing happily as I snuggle under the covers

“Good night, Y/n,” Jungkook says as he tucks the covers over me. He makes sure to put the blankets on top of me. Then he gets up and turns off the light, opening the door so that the dim light of the hallway spills into my room. 

“Wait,” I say softly, as he lingers in the doorway, “Ummm, well, no, never mind.” That’s such a rash idea, why would I even wonder it?” 

“What, Y/n? You know I’ll do anything you ask,” Jungkook says quietly, his figure blurry as he stands in the doorway.

He would?

“Ummm, well, I’m a bit cold, and was wondering if you would maybe want to um come and um warm me up?” I manage to say, closing my eyes in embarrassment. Why did I just ask Jungkook to cuddle with me in the more awkward way possible? Of course he’ll say no to a question asked like that.

“Y/n?” I hear Jungkook ask. Wait, he sounds close.

I open my eyes and a slightly less blurry Jungkook stands on the opposite side of the bed. 

“Jungkook?” I ask, squinting, “What are you doing just standing there?”

He looks bashful (well, from what I can see) and pulls back the covers slowly. “Are you sure that you want me to..well..” he gestures to the bed and I start to worry. Does he misunderstand what I mean? Or does he not want to cuddle? Oh god, am I forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to?

“Oh, well if you don’t want to cuddle then just tell me, I don’t want you to feel forced to and-“

“Y/n.” Jungkook climbs in the bed swiftly, tucking the covers up and turning on his side to face me, “Don’t overthink it. Of course I want to. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 

He gets closer to me and I can see his face more clearly (nearsighted vision for the win I guess). His big baby lamb eyes, his perfect nose. Those full, pouty lips that look so kissable. Little moles dot his face, and they’re like small angel kisses to me. His tousled naturally colored ebony hair is messy, and I smile. 

I wish I could capture this moment, somehow copying and pasting it into a scrapbook of memories. 

“I’m comfortable,” I murmer, “So let’s just go to sleep now.” I turn over to my other side and slowly scootch back so my back is against his. 

He wraps his warm arms around me and we spoon to sleep. 

I dream of a boy with doe eyes and gentle touches.

a/n: why do i kind of hate this 😭 as always, so sorry for not updating, but finals week is approaching and i have to stay focused. 💪🏼 please stay safe and healthy, and to anyone with finals, best of luck!! 🩷🩷

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Fainting Sweetness

By vminkookbts.

♡ Ot7

♡ jungkook centric

♡ omegaverse , fluff, polyamory, pack , alpha beta omega, omegaverse, non traditional pack , nursing, breastfeeding, no angst,infantilism.

♡ 1877 words

Summary:

Jungkook, the only omega in his group, has a fainting disorder.

His alphas always take care of him, staying calm when he faints and showering him with love and kisses.

They make sure he’s always safe and feel incredibly tender towards him, keeping him in their arms and offering constant comfort.

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Jungkook woke up to the soft hum of voices and the warmth of strong arms around him. His eyes fluttered open slowly, greeted by Namjoon’s dimpled smile, the sunlight softly streaming through the window.

"Morning, baby," Namjoon said, brushing a strand of hair from Jungkook's face. "How’s my little one feeling today?"

Jungkook stretched like a kitten, his tiny body curling into Namjoon’s chest. He yawned sleepily, his lips brushing against Namjoon’s shirt. “Good,” he mumbled softly, his voice still groggy from sleep.

"You’re such a sweetheart," Yoongi murmured as he stepped into the room, the soft rustle of his footsteps on the floor. He smiled softly at the sight of Jungkook nestled in Namjoon’s embrace, as always. He crouched by the bed and rested his hand on Jungkook’s cheek, gently wiping away the sleep from the omega’s skin. "Did you sleep okay, little one?"

Jungkook nodded, his cheeks warming as he peeked up at them through his lashes. Being the only omega in the group meant he was always the center of attention. His hyungs didn’t just love him—they cherished him, sometimes to the point of being a little overbearing. But Jungkook didn’t mind; he loved how safe and cared for they made him feel.

Namjoon grinned at Yoongi’s concern. "He was talking in his sleep again," he said softly, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. "He’s probably still half-dreaming."

“Bet he’s dreaming about us,” Hoseok said, his voice carrying as he entered the room, his signature bright smile lighting up his face. He was always so full of energy, even in the mornings. "Bet he’s having the sweetest dreams, right, baby?"

Jungkook giggled softly, a little shy from the attention, but his heart swelled with warmth at their teasing. “Hyung, stop,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

“Never,” Hoseok teased, planting a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead before bending down to kiss his cheek. “You’re too cute not to spoil.”

Taehyung entered the room just then, his presence like a wave of warmth and comfort. He was always the most affectionate, the one who could never keep his hands off Jungkook. He smiled brightly as he strode over to the bed, kissing Jungkook softly on the lips and lifting him up with ease. “Time to get you up, baby,” he said, his voice smooth and soothing. “You’re not walking today. You know the drill.”

Jungkook didn’t protest. He never did. The idea of walking on his own felt like too much of a challenge when his body sometimes betrayed him. His fainting disorder made it difficult for him to do the simplest things, so his hyungs always carried him. He nestled against Taehyung’s chest, his arms wrapping around the alpha’s neck as Taehyung cradled him like a baby.

“Hyung, you’re spoiling me,” Jungkook mumbled, though he loved every second of it. There was something so comforting about being carried, about being treated like he was the most precious thing in the world.

“I know, baby,” Taehyung said with a soft chuckle, nuzzling Jungkook’s cheek with his own. “I’ll spoil you all day if I have to.”

The sound of Jin’s voice rang through the house as they entered the living room. “Breakfast is ready, everyone,” he called out, placing the last of the plates onto the table. There were pancakes, eggs, and fruit, but of course, none of it was for Jungkook. As an omega, his nourishment came from his alphas, not from food.

Jungkook’s stomach rumbled, but he didn’t need to ask. The moment Jin spotted him being carried in, his expression softened. “Let’s get our little one fed, huh?” Jin said, his tone warm and full of affection. He helped Taehyung settle Jungkook on the couch, making sure the younger was comfortable before unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose his chest.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate, his soft gaze turning to Jin as he tilted his head, waiting for permission. He always asked with his eyes, and Jin could read him so easily.

“You hungry, sweetheart?” Jin asked, stroking Jungkook’s cheek as he smiled down at him. Jungkook nodded, his lips parting slightly, waiting.

Jin’s heart melted at the sight of the omega, his tender expression making him want to give Jungkook the whole world. He carefully guided Jungkook’s head closer to his nipple, his skin warm under the soft press of Jungkook’s lips. The moment Jungkook latched on, the room seemed to hold its breath in that perfect moment of tenderness.

Jungkook suckled gently, his small body trembling with contentment as the warmth of Jin’s milk filled him. It was soothing, calming, and he felt so safe in the arms of his hyung. His soft, rhythmic sucking was like a melody to Jin, who watched him with such a peaceful expression, running his fingers through the younger’s soft hair.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jin whispered, his voice thick with affection. “Drink as much as you want. We’re always here for you.”

The other alphas watched, each of them having their turn to hold Jungkook in their lap, taking care of him. Namjoon was next, carefully taking him from Jin and guiding him to his chest. Jungkook settled comfortably in Namjoon’s arms, the familiar scent of his hyung’s cologne mixing with the soothing warmth of his embrace.

Namjoon leaned back against the cushions, allowing Jungkook to rest with ease as the omega began to nurse again.

“You’re such a good boy,” Namjoon murmured, his fingers gently caressing Jungkook’s back as the omega’s soft lips moved rhythmically. The sound of Jungkook’s gentle suckling filled the quiet room, and Namjoon couldn’t help but smile down at him. “You make me feel so special, little one.”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed, the comfort and safety of his hyungs surrounding him. His body was relaxed, the feeling of nourishment filling him in more ways than one. He loved how his alphas took care of him, always making sure he was fed, comfortable, and loved. It was a bond they had nurtured, a trust built over time that was unshakable.

As Jungkook continued, Jimin gently kissed his forehead, watching him with that soft, protective gaze of his. "Good job, baby," he whispered, his voice as soothing as always. "Let us take care of you, always."

When Jungkook finished, he let out a soft sigh, content and full. He felt the energy return to his body, but the warmth of his hyungs’ embrace made him feel so safe that he never wanted to leave their arms. His eyes slowly opened, and he gazed up at Namjoon with a shy smile.

“Thank you, hyung,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I feel so good…”

Namjoon’s heart swelled at the sound of Jungkook’s soft words. “You’re welcome, baby. You deserve all the love in the world.” He brushed a strand of hair away from Jungkook’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “We all love you so much.”

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, just a soft peck that made Jungkook’s cheeks warm. “My turn to spoil you,” Taehyung said with a wink, his playful side shining through. “I can’t resist. You’re too precious.”

Jungkook giggled softly, his cheeks flushed with affection. “Hyung…” he mumbled, but the sound of his laughter was enough to melt Taehyung’s heart.

The room was filled with light, happy energy as the alphas took turns doting on Jungkook. Each one of them adored him, making sure he was comfortable, making sure he was loved. They kissed him constantly—on the forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. Every little touch, every sweet word, was a reminder of how much they cared.

But just as Jungkook was beginning to feel completely at ease, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. His vision blurred for just a moment, the room spinning slightly as his body grew heavy. He felt it coming before it hit—his fainting disorder was acting up again. He tried to fight it, to stay awake, but his body betrayed him, and his eyes fluttered closed...

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NIGHT IN THE MAZE.

'4'

The sound of the wall opening make you arise from slumber to your confusion you see Namjoon and hoseok run into the maze. Yoongi and seokjin watch them run from the entrance.

When it was time for breakfast you and Jungkook make way to the kitchen area “did you get enough sleep?”

You smile looking at him seeing that he already looking at you “yeah surprisingly I did”

He smiles widen at that as he observes you from head to toe his smile dimming when he sees the bruised wrist ���what?”

You look down to your wrist to see what he is pointing about to see swollen wrist “oh yeah, I think it happened yesterday you know...”

“Why did you tell anyone?”

“what’s going on. Tell you what?” seokjin asks as he comes to you, he gasps when seeing you cradle your bruised wrist “oh my god, are you hurt why didn’t you tell us?”

He takes your wrist and examine it “jimin” he yells without looking away and an annoyed jimin yell back coming into your vision.

Jimin eyes lift up then dim quickly when he sees you and your wound, he slaps jin away and take your wrist looking at the bruise “you should have told us yesterday otherwise it won’t have gone this bad”

You shrug “we all had our plates full”

Seokjin shakes his head “but that doesn’t mean you had to cover it up, yesterday was awful to everyone there is no denying in that still you should have let anyone us know.” Jungkook and jimin node at his words agreeing “jimin, you treat her, we can eat later that if your alright with it” he voiced to you.

You nod at him and jimin takes you med hut his hands delicately holding your bruised wrist, when you get inside the med jack you see yoongi sleeping and jimin shush you to speak in low voice. you let jimin do his job in silent.

“Now it’s all better how do you have any problem moving your wrist?” he ask his voice barely loud

You move around wrist “its just aches a little but I’m good, thank you.”

Jimin give you a wide grin “well in few hours it will good as new you won’t have any aches”

You nod at him looking around the hut jimin gaze at you, he doesn’t know what it is but something inside him feels like he knows you that your important to him just like how he felt like about Namjoon, seokjin, yoongi, taehyung and Jungkook but with you it feels more than that something with a deeper feeling, yarning for something he doesn’t know what it is.

“What happened to your wrist?” yoongi voice startle him that he let a scream making yoongi give him 

‘Are you serious’ look and you glance at him in confusion why he got scared out of nowhere.

Jimin clear his throat giving you sheepish smile “I just got lost in thoughts”

You nod and turns to yoongi “it from yesterday” that all you said and yoongi didn’t need anything to understand. He remembers seeing the bruise and taking a mental note check on you but he forgot.

The feeling of his neglecting you and your well being made his heart burn, the guilt hit him harder than ever.

He glances at door “did you eat anything?”

“no”

He stands up “then come on let’s get some food in your system” he walks towards the door “I see later jimin”

Jimin nod at him turning to give you a smile “take care y/n. doesn’t hesitate to come if you need anything else”

“Thank you again jimin, I see you later” you said with smile walking towards yoongi.

“Huh, look who is back” jin exclaim as he sees yoongi beside you setting the plates down “how do you feel now y/n does it hurt?”

“Just a little, jimin said it will go away soon” you answer sitting down your seat with yoongi beside you with jin Infront of the both of you.

As you dig in you wait for minute “I saw Namjoon go into the maze why would he go, I mean he is not a runner.”

“Things are different now. Namjoon went to retrace ben’s footsteps before sundown.” Seokjin answers

You frown “so he’s gonna go back to where ben was just stung.”

“Namjoon knows what he’s doing.” yoongi cuts in “all right? He knows better than any of us.”

“What is that even mean?”

Yoongi sighs “well, you know how every month the box comes with new greenie, and someone has to first right?” your eyes widen you understand what that means.

“Someone has to spend a whole month in the glade, alone. That was Namjoon, I mean it can’t have been easy. But when those other boys started come up one after another, he saw the truth and he learned the most important thing…is that we all have each other. Because we’re all in this together.” Seokjin concluded.

The unexpected raining has everyone puzzled you all huddled up with the boys under the shade watching the opening of wall in anticipation when they will come. “They should be back by now.” taehyung said

“What happens if they don’t make it?” you ask glance back at yoongi and seokjin

“They are going to make it” yoongi declared Jungkook jimin and taehyung watch as he said with it such a certainty

You walk towards him “what happens if they don’t?”

“they’re gonna make it.” he said glancing at you seokjin place his hands on your shoulder giving you pat.

After the rain had been stopped all the gladers gather around the opening waiting for them to arrive.  The gears start to shift the sound echoes through the glade making you shiver “come on, guys, can’t we send someone after them?’

“that’s against the rule. Either they make it back or they don’t.” gally states

“We can’t risk losing anyone else.” Seokjin adds

The wind starts whooshing and everyone watch in fear as it close at that moment you see them more like hoseok dragging Namjoon towards the opening.

“Something is wrong” jimin exclaims in worry

“Come on hoseok you can do it’ Jungkook yells that made everyone cheer for them

“Come on hoseok”

“Hoseok you gotta leave him” gally yells

“they’re not going to make it. “Yoongi said from beside you, finally understanding the truth that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Hoseok grunts as he drags Namjoon by his leg, screaming trying to get outside the maze.

All you see hoseok trying his damn hardest and the walls closing in and the guy who was leader knocked out. Your eyes trace the wall and the next thing you know is that you running inside squeezing through the closing wall that could crush you if you slow down your ears ring as the boy shout grunting you making it inside the maze falling to the floor you turn to the now fully closed walls.

Panting you stand up to see hoseok on his knees panting as well “good job. You just killed yourself.”

“What?” you make your way towards them kneeling down next Namjoon as hoseok sit down and catching his breathes watching you walk towards them. “What happened to him?’

“What does it look like? He got stung” hoseok said looking down his mind was all over the place he just lost his friend and runner partner yesterday and now his other friend also seems have sealed the same faith.

You see the gash on his head “what happened to his head?”

“I did what I had to do.” You glance at him see him head down, tensed frame sweating.

The distant roaring hoseok glance that direction as well as you, as he gets up you do to grabbing Namjoon’s shoulders “Okey. Okey, help me get him up.”

But hoseok stands Infront of walking away from both you “we gotta go. The maze is already changing. “

He walks away “hey, Hoseok!” you yell at him making him halt “we can’t just leave him here.”

You and hoseok drags Namjoon away looking for a place to hide safely “sit him down, just sit him down.” Hoseok asks and you both sit him down a roaring echo through the maze making him stiffen he glance the hall way in fear “this isn’t going to work we gotta go. We gotta go”

“Wait, what are you saying we gotta hide him, we can’t just leave him here.” You hurried out your words looking around.

Hoseok pace around his whole-body buzzing “where?”

“I don’t know. are you telling me there’s not a single place we could take him?”

Grunting in frustration hoseok walk up to you grabbing by your shoulders pushing you to the walls “listen to me women all right. Take a look around there’s nowhere to go!” he growled making your eyes wide at sudden shift of personality hoseok slowly take his hands off you staring into your eyes that trained on his face collecting himself he sighs “I’m sorry, but we can’t do anything else” you still look at him with unreadable eyes.

Shaking his head, he moves away “you don’t get it. we’re already dead.” Hoseok, watch you stand up walk up to him, eyes shining with hope walking past him he sees that your eyes fixed on the large ivy that covered the wall.

Your grunt as you pull the ivy that tied Namjoon up, hoseok behind you two pull the ivy with a grunt lifting him higher and higher while you were focused on the work hoseok hears the maze shift and peek around and he pause making you question him “what are you doing? What are you doing?”

Hoseok watch in fear as the section open up and the griever step out, the terrifying creature with robotic limbs. “We gotta go. We gotta go.”

hearing the shakiness and absolute fear in his voice made you look up and deeming Namjoon is safely high and hard to see. “Okey okey. Now we have to tie it up somewhere”

you pull one more time just be sure and look for something to tie it off when hoseok yelps behind you “hoseok its alright. We just need to tie him now”

hoseok move away from you with a guilty look on his face tears in his eyes “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry”

“What?” hoseok run away making you lose foot at Namjoon’s weight. You plant your feet at the wall holding up the ivy.

Whimpering you hear the roar and sound of the creature approaching you, sliding under the ivy you hide yourself holding your breath as you watch the mechanic limbs of the griever walk away with a roar.

They’re mechanic not exactly a creature how?

You let out a gasp and grab the root of the ivy and tie it too getting out of there. Once you secure it you pull it to check if it come off, the sound of the creature make you shake as you get up and quickly hide behind the wall when the creature come back.

Once the sound fades away you move peek around and with last checking on Namjoon, your attention change when you hear the walls shifts and the roars echoes around you walk away from the sources of sound. When you felt something slimy thing under your shoes.

You shake away the disgusting thing when something gooey oddly similar to what you just steeped on falls on your shoulders.

Looking up you see the griever with a gasp you move away as it lands on the floor the thing roar at you scramble away from it and starts to run away with it following behind you, turning the corner the creature block you taking another path you run away from it without any idea of where to go you run through the  maze when you come to an end cursing you turn to see the creature and try to climb the wall that has covered in ivy with the creature behind you.

Panting you stand up only to see the limbs of the creature coming up behind loud screeching noise you the fear and adrenaline kick in and you cover the small gap between the walls and jump to the next. The creature still behind you, you get up and run only to stop when you see you have nowhere to go as you reached the edge of the wall.

Chest, heaving you see the roaring creature behind you and ivy-covered wall, the faceless creature roar at you and you turn with a yell and jump to aiming to the wall, getting a hold of the ivy you let out a sigh of relief but it short lives when the creature also jump after you.

The thing just behind you trying to stung you with its limbs as it tries to hold on and you struggle against it as the thing hit besides you, fortunately none of them hit you the creature’s sharp blades cuts the ivy’s make you both fall with a yell.

 Groaning you hastily push away the ivies off you getting up as the creature now caught up in the vines of the ivy’s you run from it without looking back when you dim your in safe distance you halt to catch your breath and sees the creature still laying on the floor ivy vines.

When something crashes into making you gasp “you’re a one crazy women” hoseok voice reach you. As he watches the griever struggle against the giant ivy vine you remember what he did to you.

“You fucking left me alone you, asshole” you hiss at him Pushing him off you with groan.

“We talk later come on, follow me” hoseok garb your wrist and run that’s when you see the creature starts to get up. You follow him as hoseok run to the walls that’s shifting “okey, its changing come on, come on!”

You and hoseok run up to see one of the walls that’s starting to close “this section close now come on, come on. We can lose it down here!” hoseok yells that’s made you stop.

Hoseok making to the other side turning to see behind him but lose his shift when he sees you stand there on the other side, looking around. He already abandoned you once that made him be disgusted with himself.

“WOMEN YOU BETTER COME RIGHT NOW” he yells waving his hands around jumping around like crazy

“Y/N. RUN TO ME RIGHT NOW!”

Backing away you look for the creature and see it come around the corner that you both came, the creature roar when it sees you.

“Y/N WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR COME TO ME RIGHT NOW” hoseok yells and that made the creature roar as well making hoseok legs jelly when you still stand there looking at the creature.

“YOU WANT ME COME AND FUCKING GET ME” you yell at creature and it starts run to you and sprint into the closing wall.

You look back to see the creature following you “COME ON Y/N DON’T LOOK BACK” hoseok yells encouraging you to run.

Hoseok sees the walls starts to close up “MOVE IT, Y/N! GO ON” the creature still behind you shifting its limb to move to catch up as the walls close up. Hoseok stretches out his hands for you “Y/N”

You stretch out your palm and once you reach his arm’s length Hoseok garb on your hands and pull you out before the wall close and the creature limbs get you.

The force sent you both you and Hoseok crashing down he wraps his arms around your waist and you hand around his neck legs tangled with each other. you both sigh in each other’s hold heart beating out of your chest ears ringing “you alright?” Hoseok asks his hands running up down your back, he could hear the sound of your heart beating like crazy, his hands and legs feel numb and he could feel the heat coming from your and his body,

Nodding you close your eyes slowly moving away from him but he held you against him “just wait for couple moment” he whispers against your ears oddly you didn’t protest blaming it on the exhaustion you let yourself give into the embrace Hoseok lay down his head letting your head fall his chest.

He closes his eyes the exhaustion finally hitting him.

When the first light of sun hit the maze Hoseok wake up, blinking when his eyes his body felt unusually hot, it wasn’t uncomfortable but it was soothing turning he finds you asleep on him. Lips parted eyes shut baby hairs flowing in the wind.

He recalls what happened last night, getting Namjoon stung, then to be trapped into maze and you he doesn’t know what made you run into the maze but glad that you did lastly you killing the griever. Who knew the new greenie could be this wild.

He did not forget the fact that he left you alone, caressing your cheeks he taken your peaceful state “how can I undo that, forgive me for that”

He remembers what Namjoon and yoongi talked with him and seokjin he did it expect Namjoon’s and yoongi words come true this fast, he finally understands what they were saying.

Hoseok walks into the council hall where he knew his friends where “hey guys” he said walking towards them with smile on his face.

Namjoon and seokjin smile at him while yoongi nod to indicate he acknowledged him “how was the run? Did you find anything?” the leader asks

Hoseok shook his head as he sits down “the same old story” the look of hopelessness was visible on their face.

“Did you see the new greenie?” yoongi asks hoseok changing the topic

Hoseok face lit up “yeah, I saw her! And he is she how and why though?” he turns to Namjoon

“I have no answer to that but I can tell you this greenie more than that” Namjoon state that

Making hoseok raise his eyebrow “really how?”

“She made pretty good dash; she could be runner and she kicked taehyung on his balls when he tackled her.” Yoongi said with grin

“We are not making her runner. And no, its not because she is girl but because of what’s out there” seokjin quickly shut down the thought.

“She is curious more than everyone” Namjoon adds

Seokjin let out a laugh “I think jimin has been already have hots for her, trying to be acknowledged by her, saying he they are meant to be together”

Namjoon and yoongi let out a laugh “what did he says? He felt in his bone” Namjoon and yoongi said simultaneously and the group let out a hearty laugh.

“He better not be thinking with his bone I assume I think he is. You know what I mean” seokjin adds making them laugh harder.

“No, God please don’t.” Namjoon pleads

The laugh dies down hoseok sees the visitant look on Namjoon and yoongi, he silently asks Jin but he shrug his shoulders.

“There is something else” hoseok states

Namjoon sigh “it just I feel like I know her.” He can feel Jin eyes on him with and hoseok side eye “not like that. I genuinely feels like I know before the maze maybe. We clearly don’t remember anything about ourself but still somehow, we bonded and I feel that with her but…...”

“Deeper. More pull against your will something about her feel familiar but also forbidden” yoongi finish making everyone look at him “you weren’t the only one” he adds looking at Namjoon.

Hoseok takes a breath glancing at Jin “what about you?”

“I haven’t meet her up close all I saw her running away sacred out her mind” he answers

Namjoon nod “about that I was thinking how about we give her a sperate hut with locks and all, to make her safe.”

“I don’t think so, putting her away from us make her safe, builders have huts remember and saw what just gally did. Its better we let her sleep in the hammock next to jungkook and you will be few distance away, and I’ll patrol the nights” yoongi said pointing at Namjoon.

“Alright we just hope she is settling in quickly” seokjin said .

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💜Countdown for the boys to come back💜

Seokjin has been back for: 208 days

Hoseok has been back for: 81 days

Yoongi: 166 days

Namjoon: 155 days

Taehyung: 155 days

Jimin: 156 days

Jeongguk: 156 days

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter seven

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pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, curse words, over usage of the word ‘shit’ (lmk if i missed any)

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jungkookie 🍪 : What the fuck just happened between u and Haneul?

I read the message, my heart sinking. How did he already hear about what happened? I don’t know how to respond, so I just ignore it for now. 

My phone dings again, and I check it. Seeing that it’s a text from Hwasa, I open it immediately. 

hwasa: i’m so sorry

I furrow my brows, confused at why she didn’t text earlier. Jackson was the one who responded, so it seems as though she ignored me. 

me: it’s okay

I avoid asking her the one question in my mind: why didn’t you tell me?

Hwasa responds to my passive aggressive text, telling me she’ll explain everything in person but she first has to go to her next class. It’s an excuse, and even a valid one at that, but I still feel a sad pang. I thought Hwasa cared, and I hope she still does, but it still hurts. 

I turn my attention back to Jungkook’s text and find that he’s spammed me in the past minute.

jungkookie 🍪 : Y/n

jungkookie 🍪 : Y/n, are you okay?

jungkookie 🍪: Please respond

jungkookie 🍪: I’m coming to find you

The last text makes my eyes widen, and I attempt to make myself look less teary. I know I have a pack of tissues somewhere in my backpack…aha!

Dabbing at my eyes I wipe my tears away and take several deep inhales to try to calm my breathing. Hopefully I don’t look like an absolute wreck now if I see Jungkook.

me: i’m fine don’t worry!

It’s all lies, but I really don’t want Jungkook to see me. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this situation to him.

Checking my phone I see that I have about twenty minutes until my psych class. The thought of food makes me want to throw up so I dump my lunch in the trash.

My next plan of action is to dart to my next class and try to avoid Jungkook. Which is easier said than done, really, but I have to try.

Hoisting my backpack up, I carefully scan the surrounding area, looking for a boy with long hair and doe eyes. (a/n: i believe in long hair jungkook supremacy)

The coast seems clear so I start walking quickly to my building. It’s not a far walk, and normally I would enjoy the crisp air and pretty foliage, but there’s no time now if I want to avoid Jungkook (and Haneul).

People give me weird looks as I suspiciously look around but I don’t care. As long as I don’t see Jungkook or Haneul, their judgement doesn’t bother me. 

My building is in sight, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. I made it-

“Y/n!” A voice calls behind me. Oh no.

Please, no, please let it not be him.

I slowly turn my head, silently praying to whatever gods and deities above but they’re not answered. 

“Y/n! I’ve been looking for you!” Jungkook pants, jogging up to me. I curse myself for not looking hard enough.

All I can think to do is run, so I bolt off like a scared animal. My athletic skills are slim but fight or flight mode makes me run faster than I ever have, even with my backpack. 

The doors of the building are in reach and I stretch my arms out, so close to freedom-

But a tattooed arm stops me. 

God damn it.

“Nuh uh, not so fast.” There’s Jungkook, sweaty and out of breath but still looking as good as ever. His sweat just makes him even more angelic, as if he has a glow around him. 

I’m admiring Jungkook but then realize that he said something to me.

“What?” I ask, nervous to hear what he has to say.

“I said, what in the world’s going on? First I hear about a fight between you and Haneul, then you’re not answering my texts!” Jungkook’s voice is rising. 

“I’m worried about you, Y/n!” He shouts, making me flinch. 

I’m so tired of the yelling. I close my eyes and wish the ground would swallow me up. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with Jungkook’s disappointment. 

After a moment I hear a soft voice. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” It asks, a complete one eighty from a moment ago.

I open my eyes to see Jungkook looking at me with concern filling his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” he says, ushering me away from the door so we’re not blocking it. 

I sigh. 

“I know, Kook. I’m sorry for not answering your texts fast enough,” I say.

Now Jungkook sighs.

“It’s fine, Y/n, I was just worried about you. So tell me about the fight with Haneul.”

He’s straight to the point, and I know I can’t dance around the topic, but how do I explain what happened? As much as I hate Haneul, I don’t want to seem like a baby or want Jungkook to pity me. 

“Um, well I guess she assumed that I’m only staying with you guys because…” I trail off, unsure of how to tell him that Haneul assumed I was using them for their money. and fucking them. 

Jungkook looks at me expectantly. 

“Because…?” 

I can’t tell him. 

“Because you guys are too nice!” I blurt out. Shit. That’s a horrible excuse and I inwardly face palm myself.

“…what?” His doe eyes are confused, and I mentally apologize. Sorry Jungkook. It’s just better this way.

“Yea! You guys are just sooo nice and she totally saw that and assumed things but it’s fine and now I have to get to class so see you later!” The lies tumble out and I dash into the building before he can respond. 

Shit. Shit shit shit! I’m gonna be so late.

My legs are screaming at me but I keep running. The door is in sight and I grab the knob and burst into the room. 

All eyes are on me, and I know I look horrible. Sweaty, panting, hair plastered to my face. But, I check my watch and I made it with one minute to spare.

“Miss Y/n. Nice of you to join us,” says professor Kim, turning from his spot at the board. 

“Sorry professor,” I pant out, scanning for a seat. Since I’m so late, there’s only one spot left right in the front and-oh shit. The boy next to it is ‘Chan,’ Seungmin’s friend who hates me. 

I trudge over and plop down dejectedly into the seat. Avoiding Chan’s eyes I look to professor Kim, but I can still feel the heat of his glare on my left side.

Professor Kim goes into his lecture and I pull out my notebook to take notes when I can’t find my pencil. Great.

I turn to the girl on my right and ask her quietly if she has one but she shakes her head apologetically. 

Oh no. I’m in trouble. 

I turn my head slowly to my left, and there’s Chan, his heated gaze to the board. But as soon as I look at his profile he turns and stares daggers into me. I gulp, hesitant if I want to ask him but these notes are important. 

Sheepishly I whisper, “Hey…do you have a pencil I could borrow?” 

Chan (I still don’t know his real name) raises an eyebrow at me, then fishes around in his bag. A pencil appears, and he holds it out, but before I can thank him he retracts it.

I fight the urge to scream. Of course he’d taunt me.

Leaning closer, he whispers, “I’ll give you the pencil but only if I can talk to you after class.” 

What sort of twisted reality am I in right now? 

“Fine,” I say, almost begging, tired of dealing with difficult people today.

He gives me the pencil and I breathe a sigh of relief. Now I can finally focus on something other than rumors, nasty people, and boys with doe eyes. 

“Thank you,” I whisper. 

~

Class finishes and I turn to Chan. 

“What do you want from me?” I ask, giving him his pencil back and wondering what on earth he’d have to say to me.

Chan just takes the pencil back, murmers a quiet thank you, and drags me into the hall. 

I immediately rip his hold off of me and look around for Jungkook. Luckily he’s not lurking in this hallway, but I need to escape before I see him again.

“Woah, sorry, didn’t mean to upset you,” Chan says, looking as I cross my arms and scowl at him. 

“Upset me? You literally dragged me out here. And I don’t even know your actually name! Of course I’m upset!” I can’t help but raise my voice, done with all this shit I’m dealing with today.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry, really.” Chan fiddles with his jacket. “Let me start over. My name is Bangchan, but my friends call me Chan. I’m Seungmin’s boyfriend.” 

(a/n: in this au all stray kids members are dating each other)

My eyes widen as he continues.

“I’m sorry about acting so aggressive towards you,” says Bangchan, sighing and running his fingers through his hair, “When I saw you hugging Minnie I immediately jumped to conclusions because of the rumors swirling around.”

 I rack my brain and realizes that he’s talking about when I hugged Seungmin after class, just a little bit ago.

“I assumed that you were using him too, so I wanted to protect him,” says Bangchan. Then he pauses, and quietly says, “Minnie’s been hurt before by so called ‘friends,’ so I always worry for him.”

Bangchan’s explanation makes sense.

“Okay,” I say, releasing a breathe, “I accept your apology.” But what does he think of me now?

As if he can read my thoughts, Bangchan says, “I now know you’re not like the rumors. Minnie explained to me how kind you were, always sharing notes and being a good friend to him. So, for that, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay Bangchan,” I say, giving him a small smile, “I understand. Friends?” 

He grins.

“Friends.” 

We depart and I feel a small weight lifted off my shoulder. Sure, today’s been full of ups and downs, but now I can worry about one less thing. 

Now if I could only get rid of these rumors as easily. 

I make my way out of the building and check my phone. 

17 new messages

I open the app an scroll through them.

hwasa: can i talk to you now

hwasa: i understand if you don’t want to but please let me explain

A part of me wants to turn her down, too exhausted with the day’s events. But the bigger part of me wants to reconcile and get the whole story from her. 

me: okay. meet at chung hall in ten? 

hwasa: yes!! see you there

I turn my phone off, deciding to open the other fifteen messages later after this meeting with Hwasa. Which was probably a bad idea, but I literally cannot comprehend dealing with more shit today.

As I make my way to Chung Hall I notice people stealing glances at me. Their stares burn into my back and make me walk faster. 

I make it to Chung Hall in record time and sit on a bench outside while waiting for Hwasa. 

After a couple minutes she shows up, sitting next to me. I’m quiet, waiting for her to start talking.

She turns towards me, apologetic. “Look, Y/n, I’m really really sorry for not telling you about the rumor.” 

Sighing, I respond tiredly, “It’s okay, Hwasa. I just want to know why.”

She bites her lower lip, looking unsure. If she doesn’t tell me then our friendship is going to take huge strain.

“Okay. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Not even Felix or Jackson knows this.” Her eyes are wide, scared for my answer.

I muster up a small smile. “Hwasa, of course I won’t tell. You can trust me.” 

She relaxes a bit at that, then launches into her story.

“Haneul initially came up with the rumor, and then tried to get me to spread it with her. I told her no, as that’s not right and not fair to you or the boys. But when I denied her she threatened me-“

I gently lay an arm on Hwasa. “You don’t have to tell me anything else if you don’t want to,” I say, not wanting her to spill her secret if it makes her uncomfortable. 

“No, it’s okay. I feel comfortable with you, Y/n.” Hwasa’s lips upturn slightly at that, and she keeps going. “So, Haneul threatened to tell everyone about my crush on Solar.”

I rack my brain, trying to imagine this “Solar” but nothing comes up.

“I don’t even know if she likes girls, or if she’s available! I couldn’t let Haneul do that so I promised not to tell you about the origin of the rumor if she didn’t tell people about my crush. I know, it’s stupid, but-“

I interrupt Hwasa again. “It’s not stupid. Haneul’s just a manipulative bitch. I’m really sorry that happened, Hwasa. You know you can come to me for anything, right?” 

By the end of my spiel Hwasa is hugging me.

“Thank you, Y/n, that really does mean a lot,” she says into my shoulder. 

“Of course.” 

Hwasa ends up telling me how she had accidentally mentioned the rumor to Solar, but couldn’t tell her the origin of it because of Haneul. Solar then mentioned it to Han, who is boyfriends with Bangchan and Seungmin. 

It all makes sense now, why Hwasa couldn’t tell me about the rumor and how Seungmin heard of it as well.

After Hwasa finishes, I ask her a question that I’ve been wondering.

“So…not to be prying, but did you and Jackson really have a project during lunch? Or…” I trail off, realizing how nosy that question sounds.

“Oh…right. About that. No, we didn’t and I was just trying to avoid you,” Hwasa admits, slumping down.

I thought so, but I would never tell her that.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I hope that you can forgive me someday,” Hwasa says, apologizing for the millionth time. 

I accept her apology for the millionth time. “Hwasa, we’re forgiven. I understand why you had to do what you did.” 

Hwasa nods, but still promises to make it up to me. 

I check the time on my phone, and realize that I never read the other fifteen messages. Hurriedly I open them, and quickly scan through them. 

jungkookie 🍪: Look, ik you don’t want me to follow you around everywhere

jungkookie 🍪: So I won’t wait for you after your class 

jungkookie 🍪: But

jungkookie 🍪: I want you to know that me and the boys are always here for you

jungkookie 🍪: So please come to us if you need to tell us anything

jungkookie 🍪: Come home after class and we’ll spend some time together :)

jungkookie 🍪: But only if you want to

Shit. I really don’t want to go, but I know the boys well enough that they’ll worry if I don’t show and I can’t have that. Also the way that Jungkook calls it ‘home’ tugs at my heartstrings in a dangerous kind of way.

I type a quick okay to Jungkook then turn to Hwasa.

“Hey, super sorry to dip but Jungkook wants me to go home so-“

“No worries! Go get ‘em, girl, and don’t forget that I’m always here for you. Don’t listen to the rumors!” Hwasa says sneakily, grin on her face. 

It’s nice to have her back.

I thank her as I rush off to the bus stop, hastily responding to the other messages.

hoseok: let me know when your class is done so i can come pick you up

hoseok: never mind jungkook told us what happened and i understand you want to be alone 

hoseok: but know we’re always here for you

hoseok: ❤️

me: thank you 🩷

There are four messages from Taehyung, all about wanting me to come back too so I quickly respond that I am. 

The last message is from Yoongi, and it’s a mere three words.

yoodles 🍜: fuck the rumors

I laugh as I get on the bus, replying with a simple thumbs up. 

My thoughts ruminate as the world whizzes by. It’s really been the longest day of my life. As I mull over what’s happened, there’s only one thing I’m thinking: I have to stop these rumors.

a/n: poor y/n has had a lot happen in one day, and i apologize for that😭 but the day will be over soon. also i am already writing sporadically but school starts again in about a month so the updates will be even less frequent starting then :( 

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