#allergy Jimin

[crystalsnow95z]

Sickie- jimin with bad cat allergies

Caretakers- taekook.

Posting for jimins birthday. I'll probably make a part two.

"We need to find shelter!" Jungkook yells over the rain, wrapping his hand tightly around Taehyung's wrist not wanting to lose him.

"Where's Jimin?! We can't leave him." Taehyung yells back, frantically looking around for the red jacket Jimin was wearing that day.

The rainfall came out of nowhere. The mankae line were all together until Jimin dropped his phone, the three of them splitting up to try to find it. Taehyung yelled over the rain, praying that Jimin could hear him.

"Jimin-ah!" Taehyung screamed as loud as he could.

I can't leave Jimin in a foreign country on his own. His Japanese isn't very good, I don't know if he'd know how to ask for help.. He was supposed to stay with Jungkook..

"Jimin-sii! Jimin-ah! Jiminie-hyung!" Jungkook felt his voice weakening as he screamed, but didn't give up until they finally got an answer.

"Taehyungie! Jungkook-ah!" Jimin's voice was heard in the distance, the two running blindly towards it.

Jimin could hardly see where he was running through the hard rainfall, relief washing over him when he saw the blue hair of Jungkook and the red hat of Taehyung.

"Jungkook-ah! Taehyungie!" Jimin wraps his arms around his two younger brothers. He could feel his heart pounding against them, but they had to take their reunion elsewhere. "We need shelter!" Jimin shouts over the rain, gripping the wrists of his members and running towards a brightly lit building blindly.

"[Welcome!]" A friendly female voice greets them in Japanese with a smile. "[You're soaked to the bone. Let me get you guys a towel.]" She runs towards the back.

"[Ah, that'd be great, thank you.]" Taehyung bows.

"What did she say?" Jimin asks rubbing hids eyes as she leaves. As soon as Jimin entered the building, he felt his eyes starting to water. He looked around the building he chose at random, seeing the cats sitting on cat trees and in fluffy beds.

"She said she'll give us towels to dry off with, she didn't really give me time to talk.." Taehyung explains. "Jiminie this is a cat Cafe, I don't think we should stay here long."

"We should try to find another place to stay.." Jungkook tried pulling Jimin's hand agreeing with Taehyung, but he had already lost him to a small calico that started rubbing against him.

"I'll be fine.. there's no way we can make it back home with how hard it's raining and the woman already started helping us." Jimin bent down to scratch the ear of the furry creature, smiling when he hears a low rumbling purr.

"Jimin-sii don't do that you'll only make yourself feel worse." Jungkook scolds him. "Here.. it's a little wet, but it'll at least keep the hair from your nose.." he placed the wet cloth mask over his face, gently tucking it behind his ears.

"But she's so cute, I can't ign..ah.." Jimin backs up from the cat to cover his sneeze, trying to not scare his feline friend. "Heh'itchii..heh..heachi!" He sneezes twice,feeling his nose drip into the mask.

"[Here you go. Try to dry off a bit before you catch a cold.]" The woman returned with three towels, passing one to each member. "[We have a gift shop with some socks, shirts, and jackets. That's the best I can do.]"

"[No, that's more than enough. Thank you.]" Taehyung bows again. She's been so kind.. I'd feel bad to leave right away. I'll just call staff to find us and we'll wait here.

Taehyung slides off his wet shoes. "[Ah.. my socks are soaked.. I'll ruin your slippers..]"

"[It's okay. Don't worry about it. Just wear them barefooted, I'll take care of it.]" The woman reassures him.

"Heyitxh!" Jimin sniffles. "Hehtichih! I'm sorry, kitty.."

The calico jumps at his sudden sneezes, moving away from him to go to Jungkook, who is busy tucking his wet socks into his shoes.

The three get as dry as they could and walk towards the back room, where the gift shop was. There was a large orange cat, who meowed expectantly when they came in.

"Don't touch Jiminie." Taehyung warns. "We need to focus on getting clothes, not petting cats."

Jimin was already on his way to greet the feline, reaching his hand to stroke his chin. "Choose for me, Tete. I don't really mind. Oh! We could get..get...heh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes, breath hitching for another round, covering his face. "Heiycu!...hehitch!...heh'tichi!"

Jungkook pulls on Jimin's elbow. "Get away from the cat hyungie. Your face is swelling.. we need to find you some medicine.." Jungkook searches the shelves for any type of allergy pills, but comes up empty handed.

Maybe staff might have some in the back for emergencies.

"Don't worry about it Jungkook-ah. I'll be fine." Jimin sniffles, happy that Jungkook couldn't see how runny his nose had become. "Let's go find Taehyungie."

"I'm here. I just got off the phone.. it'll be an hour before they come get us.. let's buy something dry and get something warm to drink.. I'm freezing.." Taehyung's lip quivers as he speaks, already having a slight blue tint.

The three boys choose black hoodies with pink pawprints across the bottom and a black shirt with a white cat outline. Something simple and cheap. Jungkook picks up a black mask with white cat whiskers for Jimin, the three boys slipping into the bathroom to change, going in the handicap stall together to change.

"Heh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes, removing the mask and getting some toliet paper to try to clean up his face.

"My poor Minnie.." Taehyung hugs him. "I wish I had some medicine to help you."

"It's okay Tae. I'll be fine." Jimin gives him a reassuring smile, but he knew he was reaching his limits. It was becoming harder to breathe, having to take deep breaths from his mouth to not feel light headed.

The boys shove their wet clothes into the shopping bag, going back to the front end. "[Thank you very much. We would like to stay for an hour if you have a slot available?]"

"[Oh yes, I do. We've had some cancelations because of the storm. Is everything okay? Your friend isn't looking well.]" The woman asks, looking at Jimin with concern.

"[He is allergic..?to cats..]" Taehyung struggles to remember the right word, relaxing when the woman nodded in understanding.

"Hehtichih!" Jimin sneezes, bowing his head in apology.

"[Ah, ah no worries. It's not uncommon to happen. I've seen many groups of friends enter a room, one unaware of their allergy. I will give you something for him."

Taehyung brightens up, bowing deeply, folding himself in half. "Thank you very much. I'd really appreciate it."

Jimin looks at him with confusion, wondering what he was working excited about. Taehyung continues to chat with the woman as they get led to a room, three cats inside waiting for them. Jimin keeps hold of his elbow, his watery eyes making it hard to see straight.

"[Wait here. I'll get your order in.]" The woman leaves.

"What did she say?" Jimin asked with a head tilt.

"She found medicine for Jimin?" Jungkook asks, his Japanese being fuzzy.

"She said she would bring allergy medicine for Minnie." Taehyung pulls Jimin to lean against him. "You'll feel better soon, okay?"

Jimin sniffles, rubbing the tears from his eyes."thank you Tete, for handling the talking.."He was actually relieved that the cats didn't crawl into his lap. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he regretted his decision to pet the cat without taking any medicine to make his symptoms more manageable. The itch returned full force, breath hitching. He didn't want to sneeze anymore, not wanting to worry his younger siblings. "Hah...hah..." Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose, holding his breath to try to stop the sneeze, relaxing when the feeling died down.

"Its okay Jimin-ah. You don't have to hide it. We all know how bad your allergies can get..don't fight it." Taehyung comforts him, rubbing his chest.

"It's not that I'm trying to hide it. It just hurts my throat.." Jimin sniffles.

A tuxedo cat jumps onto Jimin's chest when he sees Taehyung's hand moving, nuzzling into it for pets.

"Ah, kitty please, get off of Jiminie.." Taehyung tried to push the cat off but the cat digs his claws in to prevent himself from being moved.

"Aiish!" Jimin sucks in his breath, Jungkook rushing over to remove it. "Claws, claws kitty.." Jimin whines.

"Kitty no, I'll pet you, just don't hurt my hyung.." he pulls the kitty to his chest, cradling it to keep it from touching his wet legs. "There.. I'll pet you..good kitty." Jungkook strokes the kitty's head.

"Hehitch! Hixchii! Heh..heh'itchugh...!" Jimin sniffles loudly, trying to clear his airway to breathe. He lowers his mask to try to make it easier to breathe, but it doesn't help. All he did was make the cat dander enter his airway setting off another flurry of sneezes. "Hehitduch! Heh'itchii! Hehditch! Ah..agh.." Jimin holds his breath, not wanting to sneeze again. His head was spinning, gasping for air.

"Jimin-ah are you okay?" Taehyung tries sitting him up to make it easier to breathe, gently rubbing his back. Jimin doesn't answer him, unable to catch his breath, the itch in his nose returning full force.

"Heh'heh! Hitchish! Heh'itchii! Ah...ah...mn.." Jimin pants, leaning against Taehyung as he fights to breathe.

Please miss.. come back soon..

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Jungkook asks, his heart racing feeling utterly helpless to comfort Jimin his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"D..don't cry.." Jimin asks breathlessly, reaching to touch Jungkook. "I'm okay." He whispers the last part with a short gasp of air.

The door opens, another staff member entering with a tray. "[I brought two lattes and a hot cocoa. Ah, the medicine must be for you. Here you go Jimin-kun..]" The man places the tray on the table next to them, giving him a blister tablet and a cup of water, blushing when he realizes he called Jimin by name.

"[Thank you]" Jimin bows his head, trying to pop the pill out with his shaky hands. Taehyung takes it from him, getting the pink pill out and putting it in Jimin's mouth then helping him drink.

"Thanks Tae.." Jimin swallows down the pill, hoping it kicks in quickly. It felt like he ran a marathon, his heart racing and his breath coming out ragged.

"[I'm sorry, but could I please have extra napkins?]" Taehyung asks politely.

"[Of course. Did you need anything else?]" The man asked, keeping himself from making eye contact.

"[No, no.. just the tissues..]" Taehyung bows his head deeply, watching him scurry out of the room.

"Cute.." Taehyung smiles, watching him flee. "We should leave then our autograph."

Jungkook nods. "I wonder if the woman who gave us towels recognized us too.."

Jimin leans against Taehyung, taking deep breaths.

I can't breathe, but I don't want to worry them.. I just need to relax, it'll kick in soon. I'm fine.. I'm okay..

Jimin continued to repeat reassuring words to himself, relaxing against Taehyung as he continued to gently caress his chest.

The young man returns quickly with a packet of tissues and napkins. "[Here you are..]"

"[Thank you.]" Jungkook answers for Jimin, taking them for Jimin.

"Do you..want..cat gone?" The man tried to speak Korean, making the members smile.

"No..I'll be okay." Jimin answers. "Don't worry. I'm starting to feel better."

Taehyung repeats Jimin in Japanese. The man nodded, bowing and quickly leaving.

Jimin takes a tissue as soon as he leaves, blowing his nose loudly filling the tissue. "Ugh.. that hurt.."

"I'm sorry Jimin-sii.." Jungkook reaches over to push his bangs behind his ear.

Jimin tries again to clear his nose, messily blowing his nose again. "I'm starting to feel better.."

Jungkook and Taehyung both relax when they notice Jimin breathing easier, sitting up on his own to sip his latte. "Oh wow, Jungkook-ah try the latte it's.. heh.. heh'itch!"

Jungkook takes his cup to try, eyes widening. "Oh wow..it is good!"

Taehyung picks up his cocoa. "Ooh..Mines good too. You want to try it Jiminie?"

Jimin takes Taehyungs cup, taking a sip. "Wow.. it's really rich.. I love it.." he smiled, trying to calm his worried brothers with a cheerful nature, forcing a sneeze down.

"Maow!" A grey cat rubs against Taehyung's arm.

"Ah.. Kitty you want pets, okay. I'll pet you." Taehyung pets the cat from the head to the tail. "[Just stay away from Jiminie for a little while longer..]" He switched to Japanese.

The cat purrs, cuddling into his hand.

"Hehitch! Heh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes,covering his face with a tissue.

"Are you okay Minnie?" Taehyung asks, brow furrowed in worry.

"Yeah, I'm okay.. just give me another ten minutes, I'll be okay.." Jimin tells them, stroking the fur of a calico cat. "Don't worry." He was finally starting to feel better, finally enjoying the cats company.

Category: Snz

Sickie: Jimin

Caretaker: any/author’s choice

Prompt: Jimin loves cats. He’ll volunteer at animal shelters, visit cat cafés, pet any stay kitten he sees walking by.

Jimin is also very, very allergic to cats.

[crystalsnow95z]

your allergy fics are so good! would you be able to write one with jungkook? any caretaker, with jungkook coming into contact with something he's terribly allergic to but he wants to enjoy (like a bouquet of flowers or a cute kitten idk) and it sets him off sneezing a ton, with a super itchy nose. thank you!

I have plenty of mostly finished projects, but I can't bring myself to post them, so I keep working on new ones, and after months, I finally made one I like!

"Jaykay...Jungkook-ah.. wake up.. we're landing.." Hoseok shakes the mankae when his gentle approach doesn't work. "Jaykay your face is so puffy.." Hoseok smiles fondly, grabbing Jungkook's face and smooshing his face in between his fingers.

Jungkook moans in complaint, his eyes fluttering open to look at Hoseok. "Hyung..what time is it?" he grabs Hoseok's wrist to get him to stop attacking his cheeks, rubbing at his eyes. "It's morning still?"

"It is..Good morning Junggukkie." Hoseok smiles, feeling pride in successfully getting him to start moving. "It's because of the time difference. Remember?"

Jungkook studies his surroundings perplexed before his eyes widen with recognition when the sleep that fogged his memory dissipates, replaced with excitement. "Oh! I know! We're filming a music video!I'm so excited! We're going to be filming by a real waterfall and going to a garden with hundreds of different flowers and we're going to work with birds!" The memory of the meeting floods over him.

"We're going to get amazing photos. I wonder if we'll get to see a real toucan." Taehyung adds in his own excitement, leaning forward to talk to Jungkook.

"Toucan? Do you really think we can see a real one? I've seen videos of them and they don't look real." Hoseok adds in.

"Everyone, please return to your seats and buckle up." The boys hear the announcement, gathering up their things.

"Namjoon-ah do you have everything?" Yoongi asks, placing his tablet into his bag.

"Of course. You gifted me a holder for my passport after that incident in japan.." Namjoon pulls out the passport that was tucked into his shirt.

"That's because we almost couldn't perform.. you're lucky that man found it in the bathroom for you.. What about your headphones?"

Namjoon opens his airpod case, ears reddening when he sees there's only one inside, feeling around his seat until he finds it. "You knew i lost one didn't you hyung.."

"It fell out when you were sleeping." Yoongi smiles, then gasps in surprise when the turbulence hits, clutching onto the armrest, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

"You okay Yoongi?" Jin asks, taking out his headphones when he feels Yoongi's hand brush against his arm.

"I'm okay, my stomach just fluttered.." Yoongi swallows the saliva that filled his mouth, taking a deep breath. "It'll pass.."

"We're almost on the ground, and we'll have a few hours to rest." Jin reassures the daegu rapper, taking his hand.

"Thanks hyungie.." Yoongi speaks softly, squeezing Jin's hand.

"You don't have to thank me. Just take it easy until the shoot okay?" Jin gently runs his thumb across Yoongi's knuckles.

"We landed!" Jungkook says excitedly, unbuckling himself, but Hoseok puts his hand on Jungkook's thigh.

"Let's wait a bit to get off Kook-ah." Hoseok orders gently side eyeing Yoongi, who still hadn't regained the color in his cheeks.

"Yes hyung..." Jungkook settles back in, eyes sparkling. It doesn't matter if I have to wait. I'll be able to film with the birds and see the waterfall and take pretty photos for army.

"Is everyone finished changing?" Namjoon asks, looking over his team, frowning when he notices Jungkook's darker outfit in comparison to everyone else's vibrant colors."Jungkook, that's the wrong outfit..that's for the garden shoot.."

"Aish..I'm sorry Hyung.." Jungkook quickly starts stripping to switch outfits. "Everything looks so pretty from the carride and the hotel view..I got excited.." he casts his eyes down guiltily. I'm not some teenager anymore.. I need to concentrate and not make such rookie mistakes.. I should've noticed I didn't match..

"It's okay, just pay attention from now on, alright? We need to focus on filming. We only have so much daylight with outside shoots." Namjoon rubs Jungkook's back, helping him get changed to make it quicker.

"I'll pay attention from now on.." Jungkook promises shyly looking away from Namjoon. After switching to match the others in the mankae line, the seven boys leave the dressing room, Jungkook fighting the urge to run towards the sound of the waterfall.

Hoseok and Jimin links arms with Jungkook, keeping him at pace with the others. "Calm down Jaykay you don't want to risk getting hurt on this uneven ground before we even get there." Hoseok scolds him gently, leading him around a tree root.

"I'll be careful, sorry hyung.." Jungkook watches his feet carefully stepping over branches and stones that made it on the path. Taehyung and Namjoon walk ahead of them, taking photos of the scenery in front of them. "Why can't I run free with Rapmonie hyung and Taehyungie-hyungie?"

"What? You don't want to walk with me?" Jimin pouts, letting go of Jungkook. "Fine, go play with them."

"I didn't mean it like that Jimin-shii.. I just wanted to go ahead too.." Jungkook relinks his arm with Jimin pulling him and Hoseok to walk ahead with the others.

"Look Hyung! That tree.. it's filled with birds." Jungkook points our, his voice scaring the birds into fleeing in several directions.

"Kook-ah you scared them away." Namjoon frowns, watching them go with disappointment.

"I'm sor..ah..ah.." Jungkook puts his hand over his nose with an itch forms, breath hitching. "Ah..heygifh!"

"[Bless you]" Jimin speaks in English. "You okay? Not catching a cold are you? You did sleep the whole plane ride.."

"No, no I'm okay..my nose just had a bad itch.."Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose with the side of his hand. "A feather must've tickled my nose or something..I haven't felt sick today."

"I can see the waterfall!" Jin announces, everyone looking forward, trying to spot it through the trees.

"Oh wow, it's bigger than I thought it would be.." Yoongi's eyes widen when he sees it, the boys rushing to get closer.

Jungkook bends down to take a photo of a cluster of flowers,trying to ignore the itch that annoyed the tip of his nose.

"Don't get too close to the water, Jungkook-ah. You need to stay dry for the shoot."

"I won't hyung..I'm just looking at the flowers.." Jungkook's breath hitches when another sneeze builds up, but he gently rubs it away. I can't be getting sick now.. we're spending four days in a tropical paradise.

"Did you get water in your nose Gukkie?" Taehyung asks when he approaches Jungkook, the younger jumping when he sees Taehyung next to him.

"Aish, Hyung you scared me.. I didn't hear you coming over the water. I don't know what's wrong with me, but .ah..agh..heh'ticgish!" Jungkook quickly covers his face, Taehyung grabbing the back of his shirt to keep him balanced. "Ugh. Thanks Taehyungie-hyung. I was fine earlier..I don't know why I'm sneezing all of a sudden.."

"Maybe it's all the flowers.. maybe you should take some medicine just in case.." Taehyung suggests, pulling Jungkook away from them.

"But I want to get some good shots for Army to see." Jungkook whines, but makes no attempt to pull away.

"We have to work now. We can take photos together later, and I can take photos for you if you can't get close." Taehyung promises leading him back to the others. "Is there any way we can get allergy medicine for Jungkook? His nose is getting red and stuffy.."

"I'm sorry, but we would have to go back to the resort for that.. I'll send someone to go get some. Do you think you can film until then Jungkook-sii?" The manager asks.

"Yes, I'll be okay. It's not that bad. It's just an annoyance.. I can still film.." Jungkook replies politely.

A female staff member digs in her purse, handing him a small packet of tissues. "Here Jungkook. Blowing your nose might help."

"Thanks Noona.." he bows, turning away from the others to try to clear his nose of the clear goo. "That's much better.."

As soon as the seven members get their makeup redone and the director gives them their directions, the boys get right to work going through the scenes and choreography.

"Jimin-ah..you weren't looking in the same direction as the others and you led on the wrong foot.." Hoseok scolds him when they were reviewing the clips, noticing Jimin was looking at Jungkook who couldn't stop sniffling, fighting off the urge to sneeze.

"I'm sorry.. can we do it one more time? I'll get it right this time." Jimin bows in apology to his members, looking at Jungkook when he does it. Jungkookie looks uncomfortable..I need to get it right the first time so he can get some time to rest.

Jungkook tries to hold back another sneeze when he sees Jimin's worried gaze staring back at him, but Jimin could see his nose twitching as the itch builds up.

"Noona will be back soon.." Jimin gently uses his thumb to wipe the tear that formed in Jungkook's tear duct. "You don't have to be tough for us, okay?"

"I'm not crying..my eyes are just watering because of my allergies.." Jungkook sniffles. "I'm okay..it's just irrita..ah..itdgitch! Heh'itchu!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok frowns, hugging Jungkook from behind. "My poor baby.."

"Jungkook-sii I got..you the medicine." The staff member who ran to the resort calls to him, out of breath from running back.

Taehyung rushes over to get the medicine from her, popping the blister pack to get the round pink pill for Jungkook, bringing it back to him. "Here Jungkookie, I got it."

"Thanks Hyung." Jungkook swallows the pill Taehyung gives him, Jimin getting him water to help it go down quicker. "Let's do the shoot again."

"You don't want time for it to kick in?” Jin asks, fretting over the youngest.

Jungkook shakes his head."No, I already got us behind schedule with all the touch ups.. I can do it.."

Jungkook and Taehyung rush ahead of the other members despite the older members calling to them,unable to hear them over the sound of the birds.

"Oh wow.. it's so pretty!" Jungkook's pupils take over his irises, his eyes becoming to round black discs, taking in the special guests for their music video. "Oh wow..This one's purple..I never seen a purple bird before!'

"This is [purple honeycreeper.] This one rescue. I thought he would be perfect for you ." The bird handler smiles when he sees the boys look surprised at his Korean skills.

"[Purple honeycreeper..]" Jungkook repeats the name in English. "[What's bird name?]"

"[Ah, right introductions...] I'm Gary and this bird here is Viola."

"Can I touch?" Jungkook asks, ignoring his body's warning. The medicine helped him yesterday, but at the moment he felt just as bad as he did the first day they were filming.

"Hold out finger." Gary tells him, showing Taehyung what to do by getting Viola to go on his finger. "[Step up Viola.]" He gives the command, letting her climb onto his finger.

The other members catch up, taking in the sights of the colorful birds surrounding them.

Jungkook holds his to Viola, gasping when he feels the bird use its beak to balance herself while she climbs onto his finger. "Look Hyung..i'm holding a bird!" Jungkook sniffles, turning to the man. "Can i pet?"

"As long as you only touch her head and neck." Gary gently ordered.

"You can't touch a bird anywhere else or it will think you want to mate." Yoongi tells Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to the handler, who blushes."Ah, that's true. It.. excites them if you touch its wings or chest too much.."

Jungkook nods, gently touching Viola's head, gently ruffling the feathers. Oh no.. not now..

Jungkook quickly places his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, hoping the bird would have a safe escape from the sneezes he could feel coming despite his efforts to hold them back. "Heh'heh..heygifh! Heh'itchu! Higtcvhsgh!"

Viola screeches, flapping her wings in fear jumping off of Jungkook's hand and jumping onto Taehyung's head, trying to get farther from the sound that startled her.

The other birds go into panic at the sound of viola, Hoseok clinging to Namjoon when they take flight.

Jungkook covers his face,trying to muffle the sound, but when the birds take flight the feeling only worsens. "Hehtichih!"

"[Woah, Woah. It's okay Viola.. it's okay..]" Taehyung tries to speak English for the frightened bird, Gary trying to calm his other pets down.

"Somethings wrong you need to get away.." Jin starts leading Jungkook away from the chaos, his heart racing in fear.

I can't breathe..I need to calm down..

Jungkook staggered away from the others, Jin keeping a tight grip on the mankae"Woah Jungkook I got you.."

"Heh..hehitxgh! Heh'itchu! Hey'itchi!" Jungkook let out another flurry of sneezes, holding Jin tightly. It wasn't the flowers..

"Here Jungkookie, look at me.." Jin gently leads his chin up, taking a nasal spray from the bag he was given as an accessory. "I got this just in case.."

"Thanks hyung.." Jungkook sniffles, taking it from Jin. "Heh'itchii! Hey'itchi!" He sneezes as soon as he puts it near his nose only amplifying the itch that plagued his sinuses.

"Here let hyung do it." Jin gently grabs Jungkook's chin, tilting his head upwards. "Try to sit still for me. I'll make it quick..okay?"

Jungkook nods, holding his breath to try to avoid sneezing on Jin as he swiftly sprays the medicine into one nostril than the other.

"Hei' etfhitch! Heh'itchu!" Jungkook's eyes water as he sneezes. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"It's okay baby.. I know you aren't feeling well." Jin rubs the back of Jungkook's neck. "I think your allergic to birds Jungkookie.."

"I was around birds before..I was fine.." Jungkook sniffles, rubbing at his nose to try to ease the itch that threatened to cause more sneezes to erupt from him.

"You can develop new allergies Kook-ah.. I know how excited you were to play with them, but outside of filming I think you should avoid them." Jin tells him solemnly.

Yoongi goes up to them with a small packet of tissues,giving it to Jungkook. "They got the birds under control, but they want to give them time to fully calm down."

"That's good. I was worried I ruined the...heh..heh.." Jungkook felt the sneeze building, but it was only a false start. "Ruined the music shoot.." he finishes, his voice coming out as a nasally whisper, trying to clear his nose to see if that would ease the discomfort that was making him miserable.

"It's not your fault, Jungkookie. We could always make changes. What's important is that you don't suffer for the shoot. Even if you push through it, army will be able to see how much you're suffering." Yoongi puts his arm around Jungkook, pulling him close.

"I'll go get the others so we can see what our next move is. We'll figure this out together, okay Kookie?" Jin leaves to the filming site.

"Hyung I really wanted to play with the birds.." Jungkook sighs, knowing that all the members would agree with Jin.

"I know. Life sucks.. now you and Jiminie can suffer together." Yoongi teases him lightly, getting a small smile out of Jungkook.

[caramelkoo]

be still my heart — jjk [one]

the one in which you get a sex dream about the grouchy hockey player you work for.

genre : childhood best friends to frenemies to lovers, physical therapist!reader x hockey player!jungkook, slow burn, smut, fluff, angst

word count : 5.2k

chapter warnings : strong language, mature, slight smut (because im a tease), reader’s name is Destiny, jungkook is a bit grumpy towards her (she makes him nervous leave my boy alone), fat shaming (not by any of the main characters), oc had daddy issues, mentions of allergy. that’s about it, please let me know if i missed something.

a/n : here it isssssss drumrolls please because im so excited for this. jungkook as a hockey player??? *deep breaths* enjoy my lovely people. you’re so so loved. asks, reblogs and likes are much appreciated. kisses <3

read part two here

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“Babe, you know you're not going to win right? Don't be wasting your breath.” Bella challenges.

You’re sitting on the chair in your office going through the personnel file of the players. Verifying their names with their contact numbers and photographs which, you’re not going to lie, look like mugshots. Jeez, does smiling a little bit cost them? Anyways, once you’re done you close the file and look up at your assistant bickering with her boyfriend. Phone pressed against her ear. 

You mime hanging up the call and she lifts her index finger, indicating for you to wait. She throws in words like hmmm, yeah, you don’t know what you’re saying, yeah i love you too. Once she’s done, she drops the phone on the glass table in front of you and leans back in her chair. 

“He thinks I will let him get away with anything just because I love him”  

You chuckle, “What’s going on?” 

“You know, I’ve been wanting a cat for so long I even made a pinterest board for that. Last Sunday he surprised me with one and when I told him that I lowkey manifested it, he was not having it. I even showed him the mood board and I NEVER show it to anyone. Evil eye is real.” she all but cries out. 

That’s Bella for you. Highly spiritual and a firm believer of the universe. She claims that everything happens for a reason. She’s like a little ball of sunshine. Ever since you joined the Ice Dominators’ hockey team as a physical therapist, she’s been assisting you and you couldn’t be more thankful seeing the lack of female workers here. Seriously, there's no other female worker here except yourself and Bella which is so diabolical to you.

And it’s not like the men on the hockey team are a bunch of misogynist jerks. On the contrary, they act like they’ve known you for years. It didn't take you long to feel like home here. They are obedient, friendly and pretty nice. Few of them are married with kids while the rest of them remain single. They’re not like a bunch of teenagers, they know what they’re doing.

Except one, what’s his name? Jeon Jungkook. You would describe that man as crude and closed off to a pathological degree. You still remember when you asked him to come to your office so you can look at any possible previous injuries, he lied to your fucking face. Claiming he doesn’t have any when you could clearly see him hobbling sometimes just a tiny bit when he walked away. Years and years of dedication towards your studies have made you capable enough to catch that it is an old injury.

Despite your better judgment, you blamed it on the fact that his team lost the game that day. Poor guy was having a bad day and took it out on you. Big deal. 

“Earth to Destiny” Bella waves a hand close to your face and you shake your head as you look at her.

“Leave the poor man alone” You plead and then ask, “Any details about the new player? I’ll have to add it in the file” 

“Not yet, as far as I know they’re still contemplating the guy named Park Jimin or something”

That gets you real quick. Park Jimin. The name feels like acid on your tongue .The last game being unsatisfactorily resulted in the federation trading one of the players. It was cruel but was done for the better. Bound to happen sooner or later. You had expected it but what you had not expected was you both sharing a same room, sharing the same air.

“Alright then. We’ll cross that bridge when it’s—”

Knock, knock

“Miss Kim, sorry to interrupt but the manager is asking for you” Taehyung’s head pokes through the door.

You stand, picking up the file and sliding it into the tableside drawer, running a free hand over your scrubs. Bella does the same as she plucks her phone from the table and puts it inside her back pocket.

You look at him. “Sure Tae, thank you for informing”

He flashes you a quick, pretty smile before leaving. Bella turns to you with a worried look on her face.

“What do you think it is for?”

You bite your lip. “I have no idea. I wanna say it's about the new player but who knows?”

You hope it is and as unfortunate as it is for you to discuss him, you will have to hold your own. You know better than to be invited into the manager’s office. Though, judging by the temperament of him you would not predict anything. Last time when he called you, it was about Jeon Jerk, asking you to be more serious about your job as if it was your fault the man spared you the necessary details.

The asshole asked YOU to do your job better by virtue of HIS player not being sweet enough to listen. Maybe, there is indeed a misogynistic asshole going around and it’s the manager. No wonder women don’t volunteer to work for him.

Since, You love your job —god knows you wanna keep doing it— you kept quiet and took every jab he threw at you.

“Wait, Do I have time to pray? Should I pray?” she’s clearly panicking and you pat her on the shoulder.

“Just hope my job is still intact” you say, warily reaching for your purse. You both head out.

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“Miss Kim, have a seat” James nods at the chair before him.

Once you’re settled, he continues, “I asked for you to join me here regarding the upcoming game. Care to fill in about the status of injury assessment?"

You clear your throat, “Absolutely, I was planning on getting on that today” 

“Well, I would love for you to do it soon as you know we have a new player in the team with us now”

You jerk, leaning forward. “We do?”

“Yes, and if you can please hurry with the assessment I would be grateful. You can do that right? Not too much of a work for you, eh?” 

Someone give him a medal from the way he's trying to hide the venom in his voice.

“Sure I can” you give him a firm nod. 

James Adams is an entitled, self centered asshole who thinks he’s above everyone else just because of his position. You reckon he does anything for the team besides talking bullshit. He kind of reminds you of your dad who also has the nasty habit of thinking the world of himself.

You’re all about self love but when that self love turns into chronically demeaning everybody in their close proximity, it boils your blood. This man in front of you is no better than your father. What's that saying? Out of the frying pan into the fire.

So you say nothing further and excuse yourself. You would have barfed in his face if you stayed there a second longer. Actually that's not a very bad idea. Bella is standing outside waiting for you as you close the door behind yourself.

“What did he say?” 

You bark, “Bunch of horseshit” 

“Typical” 

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Jungkook 

There is a buzzing noise somewhere around Jungkook. Fuck, his head hurts. He frantically searches for his phone, still not opening his eyes. When he finds it, he slides his thumb on the screen and picks up the call. 

“Dude, how big do you want your coffin to be?” He loves his best friend but right now he would rather be sleeping than listen to him bark in his own ear. 

He finally squints his eyes open, “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“Have you looked at the time?” says Taehyung.

“What time- FUCK!!!” he shrieks as he looks at the clock.

Somebody kill him right now. No wait, he’s gonna die either way so why bother. If he didn’t scream loud enough before, he does now. He all but jumps off the bed when he sees the blondie on the other side sleeping like she fucking owns it, wearing nothing but a thong. She must have heard him malfunctioning because soon she stirs, groaning as she slowly wakes up like a Disney princess. Who the heck is she and how did she get in here? Then it comes to him.

“Please Jungkook just take me to your room and fuck me. Show me what those hockey hands are capable of.” 

He wants to swallow a fistful of iron nails. Speaking straight from his shoulders, he has made plenty of bad decisions throughout his career and this is not his first time bringing a puck bunny up to his room but it has never come to this. Missing his hockey practice because he was too exhausted to get his sweet ass up and run to the academy. 

Taehyung screams from the other side of the line, “Are you there? Hello?” 

Shit, he forgot he was on a call. 

“I’ll be there soon. Cover for me until then.” With that he presses the red circular button and ends the call with him muttering some curses.

He glances back at the blondie, “Why are you not gone yet?” 

She’s looking at him with those fuck me eyes she had last night but right now when he’s well aware of the fact that he’s in hot water, they don’t do shit to him. Coach will have his head on a platter today for sure. Honestly, they wouldn’t have done shit to him if it was not for the great deal of alcohol last night.

“I thought of you as a morning sex person” she twirls a strand of hair with her finger, sitting up now. Her tits hang free and he can see his hickeys decorating her chest.

He wants to laugh. She’s not even close to his type. His type is the woman in blue scrubs with her brunette hair slicked back in a ponytail. His type is the woman who looks like she could be watching grass grow rather than to look at him. His type is the woman who walks into a room and lights it up. His type is the woman who is too bright for him and his mundane personality, who has a face worth millions. His type is Kim Destiny. 

“No need to waste your precious time thinking about me. You can go” 

He places his phone back on the table and saunters over to the bathroom, not bothering looking back at her. He has boundaries and he intends to keep it that way.

He quickly goes through his routine of taking a shower, making a cup of coffee, sliding into a pair of sweatpants and the Ice Dominator’s jersey with his name on the back. Not in that order, of course.

The girl is thankfully gone by the time he finishes. Once he’s done with his coffee he picks up the car keys and a protein bar from the kitchen counter and heads to the academy hoping his limbs remain intact by the time he’s home.

The Academy is bustling as usual with players keeping themselves busy with hockey and their gym sessions. He heads straight for the rink not even bothering to change into the uniform. He needs to see for himself that everybody is still on the ice. Everything comes after that.

Surprisingly, he sees not a single guy when he reaches there. His heartbeat stops.

“Hey Pixie, where are the boys? Did they already leave?” he asks the brunette kid who looks like he just saw a ghost. Or it’s just Jungkook who he saw.

He shakes his head, “They’re all in the gym. The doc called them earlier, said she had something important to get done with them” 

Jungkook gives him a quick thanks and walks towards the gym. What could be so important that she had to call the boys mid practice? Is someone hurt? Is she hurt? His heart leaps in hid throat as he runs. Fuck, please let him be wrong.

The first thing that he sees as he enters the room full of equipment are his teammates. Taehyung and Yoongi are in the corner lifting weights, Namjoon is using the treadmill as he runs on it. The rest of the boys are all scattered around doing their own thing. He still can’t find Destiny anywhere but her assistant, Bella, is talking to Namjoon while holding a file so he lets out a sigh, relieved that nobody is in fact hurt and in need of help. 

“Do you wanna get a tattoo on the peni— oh look who’s here. Jeon Jungkook as I live and breathe.”

Taehyung drops the weight on the ground before walking up to him. He’s dressed in a black tee and sports shorts. The man looks good in everything. Bet he’d look in a sack too. 

“Whoa!! Why do you look like you wanna kill somebody or wanna get killed? Is everything okay?” 

Jungkook lets his face relax, focusing more on the eyebrows which had gone tensed due to his unnecessary anxiety. “Yeah, all’s good. The practice ended early?” 

“The practice ended just on time. It’s you who’s late” he pats my shoulder. 

He runs his fingers through his hair and walks towards the bench, dropping his bag on it. Taehyung follows him ignoring Yoongi who’s calling him back for the weightlifting. 

“Doc wanted to assess our injuries for the last time before our game if you’re curious which, I know you are. You’re always curious about her” 

He winks at Jungkook and he punches him on the chest. Taehyung laughs as he rubs the spot.

“Keep your voice down, will you?” 

Bella’s voice echoes across the room, “Jeon, you’re up next” 

He takes out his water bottle, takes a swig and stands. A wince leaves him as he gets a flashback of the last time he had to face her. It didn’t go very well and he’s sure she hates him now. He would too. After all, he not only talked to her rudely but also lied through his teeth about his injury. It’s pretty old so he had not felt the need to mention it. 

He sees a guy coming out of the office just before he’s about to enter. He has brown hair long enough to reach the nape of his neck. Even from where Jungkook’s standing, he can say the man doesn’t reach above his shoulders. Who the fuck is he? Oh wait, he must be the new player that got traded down here. The guy must have sensed him making a hole through his head by the way he’s staring because he’s begins walking towards him with a bright grin.

“Hey man, you must be Jeon Jungkook? Heard a lot about you. I’m Park Jimin” He holds out his hand, asking Jungkook to shake it and he gives it a firm handshake. Word to the wise : never give someone a weak handshake. His grandfather has been asking him to do that ever since he was 15, said it doesn’t leave a strong impression and he’s be lying if he says he was wrong.

He offers Jimin a nod, “Nice to meet you. Excited to get on the rink with you.” 

He takes his hand back. “Oh the feeling is mutual but—”

“Jungkook, please join me inside” 

Destiny’s voice cuts him off as she looks over to both of them with an eerie expression on her face. Her eyes bounce between them, resting a second longer on Jimin. Does she know him? Do they have a history? Wait, are they a thing? Even if they are, why does it bother him? Jungkook couldn’t care less about the pretty physical therapist who wears her blue scrubs like armor and white crocs with strawberries on them.

He gives Jimin another nod and follows her into the office. Although, he’s not sure if a massage table and a stool resting beside it counts as an office. The room which she works in is much better. This one is just for examinations and massage therapy so he guesses it doesn’t need that much of an upgrade.

She gestures towards the table, “Please sit”

He says nothing and settles himself up, clearing his throat.

“Look I know we got off on the wrong foot last time and it could have gone so much better, but we can still start over right?”

Destiny takes a deep breath, filling her chest with air. She’s wearing her hair in a bun today. It sits at the top of her head and some strands are set loose cascading down her face. God, she’s pretty.

He looks down and back up at her. “Sure”

Her face shows her annoyance with the one word response. He doesn't blame her. He'd be pissed too.

She’s quiet for a moment, “Why don’t you tell me about your knee injury to start with?”

“What are you talking about?”

She sighs, “You know what I’m talking about Jungkook. Please don’t make me work for it. It’s my job to know about your past and present injuries, if any. The manager has already given me crap about it”

He freezes. His hackles rising and his relaxed face long gone.

“What did he say?”

“Nothing”

He levels her with a stern face, “What.did.he.say?”

She’s not obligated to answer him. Hell, she could just slap him in the face and leave but he needs to know what went down with that son of a bitch. When and if she decides to let him in the details and it turns out something wicked, he’s gonna hunt that man down and make his life miserable.

Much to his surprise, she takes a step back and starts talking. "He called me in his office today and," she halts,

"Well let's just say there were some words thrown around which clearly meant he thinks of me as a feather brained bitch"

He might look unbothered from outside but the indignation inside him could just about burn the whole city down. He tries to keep calm and pries some more.

His jaw clenches. "What else?"

Destiny shakes her head, shuffling on her feet. “Jungkook it’s really not that seriou—”

“It is serious. You work for us, you tolerate our asses and in return if we fail to give you the respect which, you deserve by the way cause it’s the bare minimum, we might as well save everyone’s time and money by giving all of this up.”

“Why do you care?” she shakes her head.

He takes a step forward, “Because you— Because you work for us, Destiny. You look out for our bodies, our injuries, our fuckups. Is that not enough?”

She barely reaches his shoulders. It’s cute how she has to crane her neck up in order to look him in the eye. She keeps looking at him for a long minute, searching his face.

“You think I don’t know that? Do you really think I don’t have what it takes to ask for my own dignity?”

He takes a long step back. This conversation was as unforeseen as they come. The room gets filled with heavy silence and he can hear Destiny’s heavy breath. He can tell she’s trying to calm herself as if his words have blindsided her.

Needless to say she’s a tad bit taken aback. Jungkook would be too if someone who never bothered to speak a word to him and when he did, there was nothing pleasant about his tone suddenly started to care.

But that’s where she’s wrong, nothing about his care or concern for her is sudden. He still remembers the day she accidentally drank the almond smoothie Bella brought not knowing the fact that she’s allergic to it. She’d started choking the second it went down her throat. He also remembers how Yoongi injected the epipen against her thigh as she came back to life.

Meanwhile, he stood behind shaking in his goddamn boots. Too scared to let her out of his sight and too pathetic to hold her close. Yeah, he’s not proud of that.

He sighs, “You know that’s not what I meant—”

Namjoon walks inside with a hand towel around his neck “Doc, you about done? The boys are being incorrigible over there. If you don’t hurry, one of them is gonna call a tattoo artist and get their dick tattooed. Right here”

The room falls silent.

“Jesus” she looks over to where the guys are bickering about something, propping her hands on her hips. “Yeah, give me a minute.”

“Sure” and with that he walks away.

She picks up a blue file from the stool, not looking at him. Why is she not looking at him?

“If you don’t want to tell me about your injury right now, that’s fine. Since, I know it’s pretty old and It’s unlikely that you’re gonna get affected by it in the upcoming games, there’s no need to worry. However, I would still suggest you be careful. Anything can happen out there and your knee is in a vulnerable position. Don’t pick unnecessary fights, don’t let the opponent know your weak link.”

She glances at him, dropping the file back to where it was.

“You can go”

Without a preamble, he heads outside, passing Taehyung. He hears him cracking a joke about penis tattoos and piercings with his girlfriend’s name on it. Destiny cracks up and Jungkook wonders if she would have done the same, had he been the one cracking the joke. Only, he doesn’t crack jokes. Not around her at least. It’s not like he's some grumpy bastard who wants nothing to do with anybody around him and thinks of him as omniscient.

There’s just something about Destiny which puts him at loss of words. Knotting his tongue it in such a way where he can’t get an expression out. Only look at her and god, does he look at her. He's not stupid. He knows it’s a crush but she’s like a mirage to him. She’s unreachable, forbidden and so fucking beautiful.

Does he want to make her his? Yes, Is he going to risk his career and hers over it? Absolutely not. So, he makes use of the only right nobody can take away from him. Not even her. Admire her from afar. Fantasize more about tasting her, licking her slender neck and worshipping the ground that she walks on and one day if she lets him, Jungkook will do anything to turn all of that into reality.

He finds Yoongi seated on of the benches, scrolling on his phone.

Facing him, Jungkook speaks in a low voice. "Do you have any idea where James is?"

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Destiny

Never have you ever wanted to run away as much as you did when you saw Jimin in front of yourself, standing all tall and proud. You had wished it to be a dream, wished you just had a nightmare about him joining the same team you happen to work with but reality is a goddamn bitch and it bites hard when it does. He had grown out his hair longer but he still has the same smile, same eyes and the same charm he used on you back then. Park Jimin is a man people don’t ever forget once they see him. He has an aura which traps everyone so hard they can never escape. How do you know? You have been a victim yourself.

You meticulously go through the consequences and eventualities of being in the same room as him again. You seeing him everyday and him reminding you of every single detail you have tried so hard forgetting about, the boys finding out about you both and putting you through the wringer or worse, him. The possibilities are endless and you feel the sudden urge to square everything with him.

Contrary to what you had thought, he reacted pretty normally when he saw you as if somebody had already told him about you. You had expected him to get shocked or at the very least pretend to be shocked.

Having said that, he just gave you a single nod as if you're someone he passes by every morning at the park. Are you this forgettable? Are you someone people just brush aside like that? Your father’s words echo in your ears like loud drums,

“You know, nobody will love you if you keep looking like this. Eat less”

“Girl, do you ever stop eating? Every time I see you, you're stuffing something in that mouth of yours!!”

“Don’t come running back at me when no guy gives a shit about you”

You were 10 and he was an asshole. He still is.

Thanks to him, you now have a tendency to cook when you're stressed over anything. It brings you comfort and diverts your mind from the excessive overthinking. You would go bald if it puts the voices into silent mode.

After already wasting half of your life speculating what to eat, counting calories and whatnot, you came to the terms that you can’t actually operate that way and began eating whatever the fuck you wanted. Yet still, you need to go a long way in order to fully love yourself and your body. It's a journey and you're moving ahead step by step. One day at a time.

One would even say you're hot. You have received compliments from several people over the course of time except you don’t have a thigh gap, your arms jiggle and you also happen to have a love handle. You would have adored them if it wasn’t for your dad making you feel shitty about having them.

A knock on your door stops you midway as you're kneading the dough. Biscuit runs over to you, jumping on the counter.

“Coming”

The knock comes back again, this time slightly louder.

“Oh my god wait I’m coming”

The door swings open and you gasp. “Mina?”

She passes by you, dragging her suitcase along with her.

“Hey bestie”

You close the door and follow her further into the hall. “What’s going on? What’s with the suitcase?”

Your best friend’s sudden arrival must have caught you by slight surprise but your cat is rather pleased to see her. Traitor. She starts clawing at her feet excitedly.

“What a good girl you are? Yes, you are” Mina coos at her and then glances up at you from where she has biscuit nestled in her lap,

“I need a place to live for a few days because my shitty boss kept rejecting all my articles and I really wanna bring her something worth the front page. Apparently, writing about the famous coffee shop around the corner and their secret ingredient being maple syrup wasn’t good enough.”

You round the counter and continue kneading the dough for your strawberry pie. It’s not unlikely for Mina to show up unannounced. In fact, she has done that plenty of times but the suitcase was never involved. This one is new.

“So you decided to barge in here without even asking?” You tease.

She flashes you a dramatic look. “Look at us, Destiny. Aren’t we the same girls who giggled about living together after college? With matching slippers and movie marathons?”

“Okay okay you dramatic bitch. How long are you here for?”

Biscuit runs to do her business and she gets up, setting her suitcase to the side.

She sighs, “Not sure. As long as it takes me to come up with a new topic to write about–HEY— why don’t I just write on the hockey team you work with? What are they called? Ice…ice”

“Ice Dominators” you fill in for her.

She slaps her thigh. “That’s the one”

You shrug, “I mean you can, but you’ll have to call in on the coach first. He operates everything inside and outside the team”

Coach Ian is too nice to turn her request down. He’s one of the most genuine people in the federation. Maybe this is why the team is so strong and united. He respects every single boy and receives it tenfold. It's a mutual thing.

“Shit, How come I didn’t think about that” she bites her lip, her enthusiasm replaced by nervousness.

“Don’t worry. He won’t make you work for it. Ian is as nice as they come” you assure.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out. As you watch, she opens your fridge, taking out the box of frozen blueberries and pops one into her mouth.

“Do you want me to give you a hand?” she mumbles while chewing.

You point towards the bathroom, “Go and take a shower, right now. You stinky”

You duck the blueberry she throws your way, laughing as you do. Giving your cheek one last kiss, she excuses herself.

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Warm hands roam over your thigh, squeezing them. You muffle your moan with your palm and take every thrust. 

“Yeah, you like that? You like how I’m pounding into this ass right now?” 

You gasp. 

“Such a good girl” he praises.

The man behind you presses a kiss to your naked shoulder as he rasps in your ears, “Were you walking around all day dripping for me?” 

He pulls his cock out and thrusts again. You meet him with equal passion and hunger. 

“Tell me” 

You nod. 

“I need your words, Destiny” 

You cry out, “Yes Oh god, Yes. I wanted you in me so bad” 

He cups your pussy and rubs your clit with his palm until you're rolling your eyes to the back of your head and squirming. Thrust after thrust he brings you to your sweet release while talking dirty things in your ear. You're about to melt into a puddle of goo. He’s got you totally at his mercy. 

“So beautiful like this. Taking my cock so well huh?” 

“Ahh it feels so good, right there. Just right there, don’t stop” 

He bites down your shoulder, “Come for me and let everyone outside hear the name you’re screaming, you dirty whore” 

Your heartbeat picks up as you squeeze him with the tight ring of muscle, orgasm crashing over. 

“FUCK. Oh my god Jungkook!!”

Your eyes fling open and you sit up so fast your head starts spinning. Everything around you is pitch black. Wait, where am you? 

Mina is at your side in an instant, “Destiny, are you okay babe?”

You look around and release a sigh of relief. You run your fingers through your hair, ruffling them. 

“Yeah um… I’m fine. It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.” 

Except it wasn’t. It was one hell of a dream where you were getting fucked into oblivion by your player. You're not even going to lie and say that you didn’t like it. C’mon you're a woman of needs, it’s just that, him fulfilling those needs was not on the cards for you even if it wasn't real.

You check the time on your phone and wince at the bright light flashing up at you. It’s 2:45 am and you just had a back breaking sex dream about a man who you want nothing to do with. Who, as beautiful as he is, annoys the hell out of you with those one word replies and grumpy face. An edgy feeling threatens to rise.

Oh god it’s going to be awkward now. It’s only normal to walk on eggshells around someone people have these sort of dreams about. You have read your fair share of books where the female character gets a sex dream about a man and then they don’t talk to each other for the rest of their lives. Okay, that's a bit of a stretch but it might as well not be.

Yeah, you admit you guys don’t talk to each other a lot as it is, or are longtime best friends tiptoeing around their feelings, but you're afraid you're gonna have to ignore him forever for the sake of your own sanity. 

I’m so fucked. You think.

tags - @httpjeonlicious @lovingkoalaface @rpwprpwprpwprw

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓬 [Main Work]

You're supposed to keep him in check and integrate him into earth's society while he recovers from the aftereffects of catching a viral infection on his planet. All that, while you get to earn a pretty good monthly compensation for your efforts from the government of his and your planet.

Or more simplified: You're a paid babysitter for a 7' tall alien who's caught a virus that makes him act purely on instincts, rather than logic. Oh yeah- and he tried to eat your neighbor's pet bird. Yeah...

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Yes I'm writing that story..., mentions of doctors visits (needles, injections, medical terms, blood), mild Angst, so much chaos, he almost eats a bird once oops, mild Angst, strangers to lovers, more TBA

Length: 4k words

A/N: THERE IS NO TAGLIST. THERE IS NO TAGLIST FOR THIS. THERE REALLY ISNT. DO NOT ASK.

-> Masterlist

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"Are you sure that's a good Idea?" Jimin asks, and you shrug, dipping your piece of bread in the sauce.

"Yeah, why not?" You say. "They're not dangerous or anything. I've met Yoongi, and he's cool. Can live alone, even!" You tell your best friend across from you, who doesn't seem convinced.

"Yoongi is different though. He's, like, recovered already." Jimin says. "You'll be getting one straight out of quarantine. I'm sorry but, are you sure you can handle that?" He worries, and you roll your eyes.

"Jimin you're acting as if he's gonna try and murder me in my sleep." You scoff, denying any of his worries. "I went to all the lessons and readings and educational stuff- I wouldn't have gotten approved if I didn't. So calm down, I got this." You chuckle.

Jimin simply shrugging, well aware he can't change your mind.

"Jungkook, no, come on." The careworker who's nametag reads 'Kim Namjoon' gently says, holding the hand of who you assume must be Jeon Jungkook-

26-year-old Vrota, straight out of quarantine, having been brought to earth for treatment earlier this year. He likes sports, has a pretty big appetite, and dislikes being left alone for too long. He used to work as a physical health coach before catching the virus on Vilia, and stayed in self-isolation for about half a year before being sent to earth to be treated in quarantine for the most severe portion of his sickness.

Now, he's deemed healthy enough to stay with a human 'caretaker'- or babysitter, how you'd call it. And to be honest, you didn't really think much about taking care of a Vrota at first, having met one by the name of Min Yoongi during your earlier days at the education center for Vilian people- and he was a pretty cool guy.

What you didn't take into thought was apparently that Vrota can look very different just like humans. So yeah.. the guy standing in front of you right now with his big brown cat-eyes and colorful tattoos isn't really comparable to the chill, rather laid back Yoongi you had met.

No.

Fuck no.

Walking into your home is a at least 7-foot tall young man of your age, simply black shirt stretching over the muscles of his biceps, jeans seeming to barely contain his thigh muscles. Jesus christ.

Maybe Jimin was right in his worries that you might end up dead at the end of this.

"So, Jungkook here doesn't have any allergies, so you don't have to worry about that. He's overall low maintenance, sleeps a lot, but when he's awake you might want to start taking him out a bit, since he get's a bit restless if he's got nothing to occupy himself with." Namjoon explains, giving you all the necessary papers in an envelops, while Jungkook walks around to explore your apartment. "Also, don't be intimidated by him. He's gone through multiple rounds of behavioral analysis, and has been deemed no threat whatsoever." He offers when he notices you watch the way the young man walks around, looking at pictures on your wall.

"So like, I guess he has to put that on when we go out?" You wonder, pointing at the simple black collar with a GPS tracking device on it.

"Yes, please. And also, keep a hold of his hand, just so he doesn't get lost." Namjoon chuckles.

"Sorry, but I don't think me holding him by his hand is gonna do much." You joke, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Ah, no-" He agrees. "-it's not to physically keep him with you. It just reassures him, in a way. He enjoys physical contact a lot." he explains.

"So- does he talk?" You wonder, watching how Jungkook looks out the windows, cat eyes jumping around at the nature and scenery outside.

"Sometimes, but barely. He understands speech fluently though. It'll take some time for him to come out of his shell, but once he's comfortable, he'll talk. The virus didn't injure his brain whatsoever, so he's expected to make a full recovery by the end of this year." Namjoon informs you, and you nod. "His scheduled appointments are in there, his current doctors are marked down as well. If you can't take him to one of those appointments, please call in advance, alright? Otherwise they'll immediately try and pick him up themselves, and that's gonna be a lot of paperwork on your side, and a lot of unnecessary stress on his." He explains further, and you nod.

"So, basically- cook him food, make sure he doesn't go missing, and take him to his doctors. Got it." You nod, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Pretty much. Like I said, he's rather low maintenance. You can occupy him with video games or movies as well- and when it comes to food, he's not picky. Doesn't like sour snacks though." He laughs, and you nod.

"No sour stuff, got it." You nod, and at that, Namjoon claps his hands together.

"Alright kook, I'm gonna leave you here then." He says, making the man in question walk closer again, nodding. "Do you like it here?" He wonders, and Jungkook shrugs, looking around-

before he nods, looking at you.

"Alright. His clothes and everything has arrived, right?" Namjoon asks, and you nod.

"All in his room." You say, making Namjoon nod.

"Don't cause too much trouble, alright?" He tells Jungkook, who nods a bit deflated, visibly a bit upset he's gonna leave now. But he doesn't show it too much, waves Namjoon goodbye until the door closes, leaving him alone with you.

"Your room is here-" You say, leading him to a small guest room where he spots his suitcases on the bed. "I didn't unpack them, cause.. privacy and stuff. So you can do that while I make something to eat?" You ask, and he nods, walking past you- and only now do you realize just how much taller he really is than you.

Jesus christ.

You break away your eyes from the sight of his broad back to instead run into your kitchen, putting away the papers and starting to cook instead to both calm yourself down- and make sure Jungkook feels comfortable too.

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It's been a few weeks- and thinks have definitely settled quite well.

You're currently sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office- waiting to be called in, as Jungkook keeps rubbing his ear. "No, don't." You quietly scold him with a soft tone, carefully pulling his hand down by his biceps, causing him to whine under his breath in complaint.

He's been having some issues with it recently- an underlying problem that had been overlooked due to more pressing issues. An elderly woman with a young looking Vrota girl smiles at you from where she sits across, watching rather fondly how you hold Jungkook's hand in yours. Namjoon had been right- it works wonders in reassuring the young man.

And it also kept him close at your side.

"Jeon Jungkook?" Is called by a nurse, and you follow her into one of the examination rooms, where Jungkook sits down on the bed, while you took a seat close by on a chair. It's routine to you both by now, after all. "Ah, there. Hello!" The doctor offers, bowing politely before he sits down across from you behind his table. "So- apparently he's got some trouble with his ear?" He wonders, and you nod.

"He's been pretty frustrated with it for some days now. Keeps rubbing it, and he doesn't like it being touched either." You inform the man, who nods and writes some stuff down in his computer with the help of his keyboard.

"Hm yeah, that looks pretty sore." The man says as he inspects Jungkook's ear further, his tail whipping around as he tries to stay composed.

Unbeknownst to you, he only really does it to impress you.

As soon as the doctor is done, Jungkook get's up to walk closer to where you sit, hand curiously playing with the shoulder strap of your top while the doctor explains what medication Jungkook will have to take. Touches like this aren't unusual- Namjoon had been right, after all. The Vrota standing next to you is very touchy, enjoying you close and seemingly seeking you whenever he can. From sitting on the couch so closely next to each other that your legs are touching, to snoozing during a nap with his full upper body on your thighs.

It's what happens later when you're back home, as you're scrolling around on your phone, while he purrs in his sleep on your thighs. He's full on hugging your middle, arms around you keeping you close while the tip of his tail moves a little as he dreams. He really is currently like a big cat in a humanoid body- and you wonder if it's still the aftereffects of his virus, or if he's always like this in general.

Almost as if on pure instinct, one of your hands falls into his slightly curly hair, nails running over his scalp, and at that, his almost unnoticeable purr turns into vibrant rumbling in his chest. His arms wrap a bit tighter around your body as he adjusts his position, a soft smile on his face as he buries his nose in the front of your t-shirt. In this moment, you have to think about Jimin, and his big worries.

What a load of bullshit, you think to yourself, as you watch the happy cat-boy-alien snuggle just a little closer to you.

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Scratch that. Scratch all of that. This young man is a menace, and you'll surely go to jail for not looking after him by the end of this entire situation.

"Jungkook…" You say, at a stand-off with the big cat-like alien across from you who stares you down with his stupidly cute big round eyes as if he's not doing anything wrong. "Where is pudgy?" You ask, and at that he fully turns around, squirming bird in his hand. "Jungkook, no, no no no-!" You dramatically call out, hands reaching for him- when he looks at the bird, then at you. "Give him to me, yeah?" you try, and he seems completely taken aback for a moment, and almost- shy?

Unbeknownst to you, he thinks you want the bird for something entirely different. In his mind, you're not asking for the bird itself- you're asking for him to offer it for you.

You want him to… court you?

He seems to deeply think for a good moment as he watches the bird breathe heavily, it's life probably flashing before it's very eyes before Jungkook brightly grins, sharp canine teeth making his happy grin look more dangerous than it probably is.

You don't know why he's suddenly so chipper, tail held high and eyes sparkling.

Suddenly, he holds the bird out to you like he's offering it rather than returning it- and you carefully take the poor thing from his rough hold, accepting it. It's something that makes the tip of his tail snap upwards in excitement, eyes scanning you for every reaction as you walk back.

"I'll be… right back.." You carefully tell Jungkook, who shrugs. "Do not do anything while I'm gone." You warn, before you dash out the front door to return the pet yet again, violently knocking on your neighbor's door.

"What?!" Seokjin yells almost, when you hold out his bird to him. "Pudgy!"

"Yeah, fuck your bird Jin!" You yell at the young man. "Jungkook almost fucking ate him, keep the thing in his cage for god's sake! Do you know how much trouble I would've been in if he actually ate him? I'm not ensured for accidental pet-ingestion!" You complain, making the man laugh a little.

"I'll keep the windows closed from now on." He reassures you, and you nod, pinching the bridge of your nose as you make your way back downstairs into your apartment-

where a not so happy Jungkook waits, arms crossed and tail whipping angrily from side to side behind him, knocking down some papers on the kitchen table. He's clearly unhappy, growling a little with every breath, eyes sharp and glaring at you dangerously.

"What happened?" You wonder, and Jungkook himself wants to just yell at you.

You're so stupid, he thinks to himself.

Why would you insult him like that? He caught that bird, and you wanted it- so he offered it, thinking you finally understood his intentions at this point- but no. Instead you insult him by giving HIS offering to that stupid human man upstairs, as if to mock him!

Do you want something more impressive? Maybe a tiny bird isn't enough to win you over. But on earth, there's not much prey to hunt- and considering he's a little bound to the interior of your apartment, he doesn't have any other options, really. And even if he was to catch something better- like the deer he'd almost caught if it wasn't for you scolding him for it- you still don't seem to like that at all. He doesn't know what else he could do to impress you.

What the hell do human woman want?!

Maybe he just really chose to court the most stupid and ungrateful human he could find- but he'll make sure you understand his intentions soon enough, and he'll teach you proper manners as well, once he's better. Right now, he's still unable to really do much in his state- but once he recovers a little more, he'll make sure.

He'll make sure you know exactly what he wants from you.

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It's been a few months, and Jungkook has started to find his voice again, it seems like.

He hums a lot when doing household tasks, sings to himself while he folds laundry, throws random half-sentences at you here and there whenever he feels like doing so. And all of that is fine and dandy- if it wasn't for that very specific nickname he's come up with for you. You try to tell yourself that he just doesn't know any better, that he's just overly friendly, that there's no way he'd be using it for those specific reasons. It doesn't help that he's horribly attractive, and nice, and, ugh.

This is getting more complicated than you hoped it would.

"Kitty!" He chirps, as he leans over the couch, and holds something out to you. You can't help but flinch a bit internally at the way he says that nickname. You're guessing it came from when he'd asked what those cat-plushies in your bed had been called, and you had answered Hello Kitty to him. He'd laughed, pointed at the toy, and then pointed at your cheeks, poking them.

Ever since then, you'd been stuck with that name in his head, it seems like.

You eat from his fingers as he puts the piece of meat on your tongue, an odd, focused gaze on the action found in his eyes as he licks his own lips the same way you do yours. "It's good!" You praise, and he grins brightly, eagerly running back into your kitchen to finish whatever he's cooking. He's been becoming a lot more independent- and it makes you a little sad, considering that once he's deemed healthy enough, he'll leave you behind, move back to his planet one day, and forget you even existed.

A little bit of a bummer, really. But at the same time, there's nothing you can do about it. You don't feel good about asking him out- because what if he feels obligated to say yes?

It's like he senses the slight shift in your mood, slowly walking back up to the couch again where you sit, sitting down next to you on the couch, knees digging into the soft cushions while he curiously watches you with a tilted head. "Huh?" You wonder, smiling- but he frowns, shakes his head.

"What?" He asks. "Sad?" He questions, and you shrug, shaking your head.

"No no, don't worry." You shake it off. "Are you done cooking? Turned everything off?" You ask him, and he nods, but doesn't let off from his question it seems. He opens his arms, makes a grabbing motion with his hands, and you laugh. "You want a hug?" You giggle, but he shakes his head.

"No, you." He argues gently, urging you once more. "You, hug. Sad." He explains, and you laugh.

"Jungkook, I'm not sad." You say, and suddenly, his hands flop down, a frustrated look on his face.

"Don't want?" He hufffs. "Hug me?" He complains, and you look at him with questioning eyes.

"I do wanna hug you, kook." You say, and he perks up at the nickname used. "Just- you don't have to do that just cause I'm like, not feeling happy." You explain to him. "I'm here to take care of you, after all, not the other way around." You laugh, and he watches you a bit more serious right now.

"Right." He suddenly says with a flat tone. "You.. hm, get paid." He says more or less to himself. "For me." He finishes his sentence, sitting properly on the couch now, feet on the floor, arms crossed.

"I mean.. yeah." You say, carefully. "You're gonna leave as soon as you're good to go, you know that." You say. "Would be kinda weird to start like, a friendship or stuff when your stay is limited down the line. I just wanna look out for you- and myself too. Save us the hurt later on." You shrug, and at that, a lightbulb seems to blink out of nowhere over his head, as he looks at you.

"So you? Like me?" He asks, and you stammer an answer.

"Uh, no- like, yeah as a guy you're pretty cool but like I said-" You scramble for an explanation, but he just crawls back on the couch, over you, until he's got you practically pinned down beneath him.

"You like.. me." He says, as if it's a fact- and yeah, it is one. But it shouldn't be. "I like you." He offers. "I.. tried, hm.. Im-pressive- impress you!" He seems to think hard to make his words make sense, brain still a bit slow most of the time when he tries to talk. It shows by the way he still stutters, gets stuck on syllables or by the way his brows scrunch together in thought. "But you- dumb!" He scolds, pointing at your head.

"What the fuck- I'm not dumb!" You complain, and he laughs, sharp canine teeth showing.

"Yes!" He argues, though he seems to not mean it badly. "Really dumb!" He continues.

"Well at least I don't try to eat the local animal population!" You argue.

"But- offer!" He argues, tail puffed up and swaying around. "I need.. to impress! Hunt!" He complains.

"For what?" You laugh.

"You!" He whines loudly. "Mate, make mate- impress mate! You, so you- argh!" He growls out, and you can't help but laugh.

"Jungkook." You softly say, and he looks at you with a face looking like you just told him he has to sleep on the balcony outside. "You don't have to do that, you know? Just cause I take care of you, doesn't mean you.. have to like, be nice like that." You say, and at that, he huffs angrily to himself, tail all fluffy as the fur stands out to all ends in his growing frustration, his arms crossed.

"No.!" He argues. "Stupid!" He curses, getting up to walk into his bedroom, before he emerges back out with some papers in his hand, and red ears as he slaps them on the couch, fleeing the scene right after before slamming the door shut, and locking the door.

And on your couch are two papers, one of them having writing on both sides- the handwriting sloppy and crooked, but readable. And while some sentences don't make sense, it seems like he's tried to take his time and write down what he can't say, at the moment.

'Kitty is stupid' is written on top of the first paper, and you scoff to yourself. 'Kitty doesn't get it.' it reads further.

'I want cry. I catch her prey, I offer it, and she give away to man downstairs. Man downstairs can't even hunt at all, keeps stupid bird in a cage but doesn't ever eat it. Who keeps food alive in home? Why she likes him I don't know- he stupid, just like her. But I like her. Maybe I can teach her one day. But what if she hunt for her then? No, I want to do that.'

'I want to show that I can be good partner. I learned to cook with human foods! She likes food, likes eating. I like eating too, so we eat together often. Then we hug, and she scratches my head. I like that. She's warm.'

'Maybe she doesn't like me. Doesn't like my kind. Doesn't want my kind. Or me. Just me? Maybe just me. I'm the problem. She doesn't want me.'

You turn the page around. It's written with a different pen- probably written on a different day.

'She likes me. I know she do.'

'I made nest for her, today, and she smiled. Smiled happy, cute, like kitty-toys on her bed. Has cheeks round just like them. Soft, too. She is soft. Body soft. I like holding her often. I like holding her in nest I made. And she hugged me, too. Let me hold her instead. Normal, she hold me. But this time, I hold her. I want to hold her more from now. She can be held anytime she want. She smells nice too. Smells best when happy, and after shower.'

You chuckle as you remember that day. It had been raining, you'd gotten caught up in it on the way home from grocery shopping, and after putting all things away and showering, Jungkook had waited on the couch for you, blankets from his bed placed on it, his hand inviting you to sleep there with him. And you had simply accepted the offer-

After all, you didn't know what exactly he'd been trying to offer you with those pillows and blankets placed there. You were educated on his physical health and general behavior- not about courting rituals and how to spot if the Vrota you've been taking care of has developed a romantic interest in you. Why the hell would they teach that anyways? It's not like they are known to have a huge interest in humans.

If anything, they're typically looking down on humans.

You move the paper, and turn to the last one. There's not much written on it, but the sentences are clearer, showing how his health had started to increase again, brain starting to work better these days. They're not perfect, there's a lot scribbled out, but it's clear that it must've been written recently.

'I don't know if she enjoy my company as much as I do her. I know she gain money from taking care of me, but it feels like she also doing it because she care about me. Will she abandon me once I am healthy? Will she leave me once I recover? Will I forget her if I go back home? What if home is here now and not where home was? I don't want to go home anymore if she not there.'

'It's not home if she's not there. It's just a house, just a planet, just a place. But I want home. I want to be her home. I want us to be each other home.'

Can you even be a home? You haven't at all planned any further than up until he's healthy enough to go back home. You've got no clue what to really do after he leaves- so what the hell are you supposed to do now? A relationship with him would be perfectly legal, sure, but he's also only got a Visa for his earth-stay up until he's healthy enough to return to his home planet, once they've gotten their whole pandemic situation back under control. You don't know what to do now.

Maybe you really are stupid, like he says.

So you decide to be even more stupid, as you take a small post it note from your kitchen, and write down a single sentence, before you slide the little note under his bedroom door.

And as he reads it, his eyes become wide, while his fingers clench the pastel pink paper.

'I want to be your home, too.'

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan weekly report.

Hello everyone.

A sign of Yoongi! Literally! his signature on a wall at the grand opening of actor Ma Dong Seok's (or Don Lee) boxing gym. Is Yoongi doing boxing workouts now?

Even Chef Baek and Psy attended this grand opening. Yoongi's signature had its own separate panel on the wall...

Kookie finally came home to Weverse:

"ARMY, are you doing well? I'm good I'm working out a lot And I'm doing lots of cleaning too, just really cleaning it all, from floor to ceiling I'm making rice well too It's already mid-March I will come again I miss you a lot" (Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans)

I know they take aptitude tests etc. to discern what military specialty/occupation/job they would match better. It is fitting he's ended up in a job that keeps him indoors in a very methodical environment doing something he's already shown an interest in.

There's a chance those who work in the kitchen have to wake up a little earlier than the others to begin preparing the food.

And it tickles me to think there are probably many who surround him who address him as hyung.

AND! I know when he sees Jimin enter the cafeteria, he gets the hugest brightest smile on his face. If he has any say-so in the kitchen, he is making sure someone makes and serves the biggest pancake, best pork cutlet and gives Jimin a huge serving of pork and kimchi stew.

Taehyung sighting at a Compose Coffee in Chuncheon:

Looks like he's found his military version of wooga squad...

I think the organization of "promotions" for Fri(end)s was excellent. I am 100% sure Tae came up with the idea of having people he knows react to the MV. The fan meet that happened yesterday, scheduled Stationhead listening parties and the WKorea thing is pretty brilliant too where it appears he'll sing the song in a prerecorded clip to be posted soon.

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I wasn't sure if we would be able to get the song to #1 on the iTunes Top Songs list but we did it! There were some big releases yesterday.

And Hobi posted this on his IG stories:

This Wednesday will be the 100 day mark for Jimin and Jungkook (Tuesday for Tae and Namjoon). I wonder if all soldiers reaching that mark immediately take their 3 days off (or however many days it is) or can they choose when they want to take it?

I'd like to think Jungkook would be able to squeeze in a little bit of time enjoying one of those $1000 bottles of whisky that we spied in his fridge. I would assume he'll also swing by the house construction to pick out colors and flooring and such. I hope they get to eat some really good food and see all the people they want to see.

I learned they've been conducting readiness training and drills this past week with the U.S. forces stationed in South Korea. The report I read said they've doubled the scale of their drills this go round. (big worried sigh).

If you are in the northern hemisphere, I hope your allergies are not bothering you too much.

[btsficsandsuch]

Masterlist

All Works Located Here

OT7

Reaction to Period Cramps

Going to be Better

Leaked Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Overwhelmed

Christmas Magic

Jin

Always Be Here

The First I Love You

Bump

Pregnancy with Jin

Chocolate Chip Cookies

No Use in Crying Over Spilled Matcha

Yoongi

Pickup Lines

Ungodly Dream

Lavender Oil

Smoke Alarm

A First Kiss and a Lie

Taste of His Own Medicine

Another Love Language

Comfort Person

You Better Figure it Out Part 2

I’m Sorry

You Don’t Want to Fall in Love With Me

I Wanted to be Romantic

PS, Is it Okay if I Start Calling You Dad

Everything’s Going to be Okay

For the Love of Tangerines

Anniversary Alone

All Kinds of Birthday Surprises

Gingerbread and Ornaments

Namjoon

Charmed

A Love Song

A Simple Notebook

Don’t Worry It’s Only Allergies

Hoseok

Dance Lessons

Jimin

Broken Glass

Let’s Go Back Home

Taehyung

Future Mrs. Kim

Teddy Bear

I’m Always Worried About You

Just an Old Leather Wallet

Jungkook

Perfect Little Family

Cinnamon Rolls

I Really Needed This

A Little Happiness

Want One Night Part 2

Scientific Proof

I Know I Look Good, But That’s No Reason to be This Upset

Please Don’t Forget About Me

It Worked, Didn’t It

[bts-0t-7]

Midnight Chimes - New Year's Special | OT7

Pair: OT7 x F Reader 

Summary: As the New Year reaches, the boys gathered together to reminisce the past and grow for the future. The promises they make - the essence of their friendship and growth - will only continue.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader

A/N: This is not their end, and therefore, this is not our end. Let’s raise a glass (of anything HAAHA) with the boys and welcome the New Year. I wish all of you, a happy new year filled with love and hope. 

WC: 1275

The sounds of cheers and laughter filled the air. Everybody had a space in the living room - whether it was the sofa, the floor, or the wall. Namjoon was in an armchair with Jimin leaning on it as he sat on the carpeted floor. Jungkook and Tae were huddled under the blankets together. Seokjin was whipping up dessert in the kitchen together with Hobi and you were leaning on a sleepy Yoongi. 

His legs were wrapped around your waist, his chest to your back. Turning behind, your hands reached up and tangled themselves in his hair as you gently massaged his head. Soft grumbles sounded deep from his chest and he pulled you up, cuddling against you for the extra warmth. 

“Jungkook ah, gimmie the other blanket.”

But he wasn’t really listening. 

“Faster, faster!”

“But Hyung!” Jungkook whined. “It’s not easy! He’s going too fast!”

The sudden ‘bam!’ made you peek open an eye. “Nooooo!” Seokjin raised his voice from the kitchen. 

Everybody grew silent and Jungkook rolled his eyes and trudged out of the comfy confinements of the sofa. Dragging his feet into the kitchen, he looked around to see what happened. You got up from Yoongi and followed Jungkook, eyebrows raising high as he came out with bowl after bowl of dessert. Popping your head through the threshold of the door, you tiptoed to the main chef as he meticulously placed the garnish. 

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you tilted your head as you leaned on his back. “Whatchu making?”

“You’ll know when you eat it.”

You pouted as he placed the big bowl to the sink, nudging it to Hobi. You opened your mouth as Soekjin sneaked a piece of apple to you. The crunch and sweetness of the apple had you opening your mouth, demanding for another one when Hobi came over and flicked water from his wet hands to you. Whining, you turned your head to him and glared. 

“You’ll have your share later, Jagiya.”

Hunching your back, you flopped back down onto Yoongi, harshly waking him up from his little cat nap. Grunting, he flipped a leg over your hip, pushed his head to your neck, and fell back asleep. The room was filled with warm lights of the fairy lights placed around the room and the christmas tree. But it wasn’t the warmth of the lights or the heater from the room that it made your insides tingle. No, it was the warmth that came from the boys that slowly penetrated you without you even knowing. 

Namjoon’s knowledge and words, always found a way to allow you to see the world in a different light. His clumsy self is just as adorable as everyone tries to keep him away from fragile items. 

Seokjin with his allergy to seriousness, always laughing and cracking jokes. But he has times when his sterness is hot as shit. Sitting there, biting his lips as his brows raise and ensuring that all the boys are settled down. 

Yoongi’s energy level that just matches up to yours. The both of you were the perfect cuddle buddy pair. You would fall sleep in his studios, listening to him work. 

Hoseok with his forever ray of sunshine, bright and warm regardless of the external weather. Even when he is in strict ‘dance teacher mode’ - oh, you’ll have to hope he doesn’t go too hard that day. 

Jimin’s angel-like features certainly doesn’t stop at just his features. He embodies the love and care of one. He would always be there when you had a bad day, always finding ways to do things that the both of you love together.

Tae’s nature is forever bubbly. From the way he wakes you up to the way he walks and cooks, even the way he tries to learn you hobbies so that the both of you can do more things in common. And whenever he can’t get it, he pouts so much you just had to move on or you may get a heart attack. 

Jungkook would alwyas include you in things that he was doing - whether in his lives or just simple doing laundry. He is an adventurous soul, so when he asked you out to go motorcycle riding after he gotten his license, you nearly fainted. 

But all of them, coming together to the life that they provided you - showed you. The light that you see when you are with them. The warmth that you feel whenever they are near you. 

“Let’s count down!” Jimin cheered. “One minute!” 

The desserts were on the table and it was promptly grabbed by everybody. The fairy lights that you have insisted on putting on, made the living room twinkle. 

“Seven!”

“Sixxxx!”

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Threeeee.” 

“Two!”

“One.”

The party bombs were put out as confetti exploded, its reflections colouring the room in a myriad of colours. 

“Happy new year! Let’s make this one better than the last!” Everybody was huddled together in a group hug which soon turned into a comfortable big cuddling session. The others sounded their approval, raising their glasses in unison. The room was soon filled with sounds of lcinking glasses and joyous laughter. 

Each of them took turns to share their favourite memories of the oast year, reflecting on their high and lows - as an individual and as a group. 

A mischievous smile appeared on Jin’s lips as he exclaimed, “Remember that April Fool’s that we pranked Yoongi by hiding all his snacks? We told him we dumped them away cause they were expired! He was so mad but it was so worth it!” His laughter told the story more than he did as he tried to breathe through his wheezes. 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and playfully scowled at him. “Yeah, yeah. Just you wait and I’ll come up with something better. Then you can shit in your pants.” 

The room erupted in laughter as they continued to reminisce, their stories intertwining - each one as if it was a new page of a book. Taehyung shared about the times when he went up to stage with Yeontan, his music videos, his first times as a solo artist. The other boys shared their own stories and experiences on that too. Jimin said, “There was this one fan duing the call, her words really made a lasting impact.”

As they all sat together, the conversations shifted to the future - their dreams and aspirations. Namjoon, one for an ever-lasting optimism, suggested that they each share a New Year’s resolution. 

One by one, each member shared their hopes and dreams - from practicing harder to improving their skills, to taking care of their mental and physcial health, to using their platfrom to make a more positive impact of their fans and society. 

“And food!” Jungkook shot up. “Can’t forget having more yummy food!” 

Everybody burst out laughing. “Yeah Kook, we’ll have more food this year.” 

As the night wore on, you found yourself watching them with a smile on your face. They found comfort in each other’s presence, embracing hte joy of being together as a family. They laughed, danced, sang, and made hte beginning of new memories for the year. 

Finally, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the windows, they gathered for their last toast. With their glasses raised high, they made a collective vow ot support and love each other and their fans no matter what challenges come either way. 

As the room filled with the sounds of their voices, they knew that together, they could conquer anything. With hearts full of hope and joy, they welcomed the New Year, ready to face the future hand in hand.

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

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“You think she’ll care if I eat her jello?”

“Yunjin, she’s laying down on a hospital bed.”

“So, no?”

Slowly opening your eyes, you feel a huge rush of pain. Where were you? How’d you get to a hospital?

“She’s awake! Oh, thank Jesus. Y/N, baby, are you okay?” It was the nurturing sound of your mother, Sakura—not a literal mother, but she’s a mother figure to you.

“I feel like shit. What happened?”

“You almost died, Y/N. You’ve never been so irresponsible with your allergies; didn’t you check the ingredients before ordering? Or see the giant peanut sign on the menu?”

“Ugh, Kurra, give her a break. Who could focus on any of that with Ning-bitch staring at us the whole time?” You could only guess that voice belonged to your partner in crime, Yunjin.

“Fine, I’ll give you a pass this time. But be more careful next time, okay?” You could only nod your head at Sakura. You were too busy thinking about your restaurant experience prior to almost dying. Waves of memories came crashing at you after Yunjin mentioned Ningning. All the chaos and arguments. Your fight with Ningning. Your fight with Jimin. And your total make-out session with Giselle It was just a peck, but you have to find at least one positive in your restaurant experience.

Wait, your fight with Jimin

“Where’s rina?” Your heart pounded at the thought of seeing her. You didn’t exactly get to explain yourself, and as much as you wanted to avoid her, you knew it was best to talk.

“She went back to the dorms, and Aeri and Minji went back with her. Y/N, I don’t exactly know what’s happening, but you gotta talk to her. She’s hurting.” Your heart went from a fast-paced beating to a sudden drop. Jimin’s always been tough; she almost never cried. The only time you saw her shed tears was when her pet fish, Naveis, died freshman year. So the fact that you, out of all people, someone who’s supposed to be her best friend, had hurt her made you feel horrible.

“Kurra, you mentioned Aeri and Minji, and Yunjin and you are here, so where’s Yujin?” You could only think of your best friend’s reaction to all of this. She’d always been against the thought of Jimin and you being together. She didn’t want you to get hurt. Yet here you were hurting Jimin instead.

“She went off with her princess and Yeonjun. Something feels a bit off about her though, y’know? Kurra and I have been trying to figure it out, but what did Ning mean when she brought up Yujin?” You pondered for a second. Trying to think back to the venomous words Ningning had spit at you.

‘Did you get your little friend Yujin to help you? You’re such a fucking freak for playing the long game. I bet you found it funny when I kissed Jimin at our graduation party, huh? Like it was all part of your plan?’

Huh, what did she mean by that?

“Let’s focus on that later, okay? Let’s just get you discharged and home.” Sakura was right. You had to get home, not just to get out of this hospital, but to speak to Jimin.

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Here you were, standing outside the door to your apartment. You didn’t know what to expect when walking in. Were you in for round two with Jimin? Is Minji going to ask another painfully awkward question? Are you going to spontaneously make out with Giselle? Hah, you wished.

Dang it, Y/N; no time for jokes. Brace yourself. 

You held your breath as Yunjin began to open the door.

“Honey’s, we’re home!” The sound of frantic running is heard. You immediately locked eyes with Jimin.

“Jimin I’m so-“

“What the fucks the matter with you?” You’re held in a tight embrace. To the point where you struggled to breathe. Or maybe it was from the previous allergy attack. Either way, you felt a wave of relief come rushing over you. Maybe Jimin wasn’t upset at you?

“Y/n, when you’re in trouble, you come to me. I don’t care if the issue is about me. I don’t care if the issue is me. That’s what makes us so special; we’re close.” Jimin let go of her embrace with you. You stared at her; she was slightly tearing up.

"Jimin…. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you, I did; I was just scared. I thought if you rejected me, we wouldn’t be friends. I didn’t want to ruin our special bond. Our perfect trio. I never meant to hide it from you, really.” Everyone else in the room slowly tiptoed away to give you two some space. You knew they would be next door with their ears pressed against the wall, but you still appreciated their effort.

You took a deep breath and exhaled. You kept her gaze, staring straight at your friend.

“Jimin, I like you. I always have. Since freshman year, when we locked eyes, I knew you would be someone special to me. And I was right, you are.”

Holding your breath, you closed your eyes. You had waited for this moment for 7 years. 

“Y/n, I don’t feel the same way.”

There it is. You were rejected. Your heart sank, and your body deflated. Your longtime crush has just rejected you.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you in my life. I don’t care if it’s my best friend, classmate, or secret admirer. I need you in my life, Y/N. We’re-“

“Best friends.” You finished her sentence for her. You can’t help but let your tears fall. But they weren’t tears of sadness. You were happy. Happy that you didn’t have to live your life in fear of Jimin finding out about your crush, fear of rejection, or fear of breaking up your friend group. You were in love with Jimin, but you also loved Jimin. Not just as a crush, but as a best friend. She was always there for you when you needed her. You also couldn’t imagine a life without her.

Both of you were crying at this point and holding each other tight. You only broke out of your trance at the sounds of sniffles heard around the corner.

“You bunch of ease-droppers, get in here!”

Frantic running can be heard once again. Everyone joined in for a tight group hug.

“Man, I love you guys.”

Everyone laughed at Aeri’s words, since you barely knew her. But at this moment, it didn’t really matter. Everyone you cared about was in this room.

And you sure did love them all.

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At Wonyoung’s apartment.

“Hah, what a total shitshow!"

“Shouldn’t you be checking up on your girlfriend, Yeonjun?”

“Nah, she’s got her group of sharks by her side; if I step one foot near them, they’ll probably eat me alive.”

Yujin sighed. She glanced down at her phone to see a text from Sakura.

‘Y/n’s fine.’

Yujin’s sigh of annoyance turned into one of relief. Her best friend was okay.

“Aw, honey, I’m guessing you have good news. I told you Y/N would be fine; always trust me.”

Wonyoung giggled and pet Yujin’s head. She leaned into her table and took a bite of leftover cake.

“You know, they really ought to specify the design between the peanut-free option and the peanut-filled option. It would be a shame if someone got them mixed up.” Wonyoung sighed, staring at the cake in front of her.

“This cake would've tasted so much better with peanut oil; what a shame.”

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

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[kbaemi]

✧✧✧ Relationship with BTS ✧✧✧

✧✧✧ JIN ✧✧✧

When Jin met Noriel, he immediately welcomed her into the group and took her under his wing. She loves his jokes and puns and genuinely finds him funny. He thinks of her as his little sister and strives to take care of her. After he found out about her allergies, he along with the rest of the older members, he became very careful and watchful of food when it came to her. They love to cook together and she helped teach him the vegan alternatives to their recipes. They both took on the role of the main cooks for the group.

Together they make up WWH and WWB.

When they spend time together, they are playing video games, fishing, or cooking together.

✧✧✧ SUGA ✧✧✧

It took a while for Yoongi and Noriel to get close. Yoongi is not one to show his emotions a lot and came off as cold to Noriel. While Noriel is like a golden retriever and had too much energy for him. He thought she was just there to play games and make friends, so he tended to ignore her and casted her off as an airhead. It wasn't until after he saw how far she was pushing herself that he started to let her in. After Yoongi started opening up to her, she started softening up towards him as well. Nowadays, they are one of the closer pairs of the group. They make up the shorter older sibling and taller younger sibling group. They are known as the black cat golden retriever duo. He introduced producing music to her and she took a great liking to it.

When they spend time together, they are creating music, playing basketball, or taking cat naps.

✧✧✧ J-HOPE ✧✧✧

Hoseok is the first person of BTS that Noriel met. She was practicing in one of the open dance rooms when they met. He was really impressed by her talent and, as time went on, her passion for dancing. Hobi was her first friend in Korea and she attached herself to him the minute he showed her kindness. Hoseok is her favorite person to ever exist and she will gladly throw hands to defend him. They are each others biggest supporters.

When they spend time together, it is normally goofing off in the dance rooms and creating music together.

✧✧✧ RM ✧✧✧

Namjoon is the member who Noriel thinks of as a superhuman. She thinks it is impossible to be as smart and as talented as Namjoon is. She looks up to him and wishes to be half as cool as he is. He tries so hard to get her to just sit still, relax and read a book. It never works out for him. He was really happy to have another person to speak English to and they study together when they have Western interviews coming up. Namjoon is her biggest defender when it comes to the people who hate her due to not being fully Korean, or being too tan.

When they spend time together, it is either creating music or going for bike rides.

✧✧✧ JIMIN ✧✧✧

When Jimin met Noriel, they instantly clicked. They both gushed over each other's talent and were happy to start practicing together. They are the flirty and dirty minded members of the group. They seem to hold a competition where they try to get the other one to get flustered first (Noriel always wins). When Jimin goes through a hard time when it comes to food and his weight, she made sure to cook healthy meals for him but does not nag him. She shows him that she cares silently and he appreciates her care.

When they spend time together, they love to dance with each other and just hang around chilling with each other.

✧✧✧ V ✧✧✧

Taehyung and Noriel were both hidden members with each other. So while the other members got to make vlogs and post them online, Tae and Nori also created vlogs to feel included and spent a lot of time with each other filming. While they don't have much in common when it comes to personality, they both got along very well with each other. She views him as a close friend adores being around him as he brings her joy and happiness with just his presence.

When they spend time together, they tend to visit amusement parks, zoo, or aquariums.

✧✧✧ JUNGKOOK ✧✧✧

It took a while for these two to get along with each other. Noriel thought that he avoided her because he didn't like her and Jungkook avoided her because she made him nervous. They started getting closer when they saw how much they had in common. Jungkook and Noriel are very similar to each other. Both are competitive, hardworking, and playful. They both love dancing, singing, and playing sports. They are each others best friends and tend to think of each other as long lost twins.

When they spend time together, it is either doing some kind of athletic activity, playing video games, or singing karaoke together.

[roo-bastmoon]

Happy Halloween & Last Night of Jimtober

Let the light of our Jimin's moon paint your pathways to hopefully ridiculous amounts of free candy or allergy-appropriate toys!

The Tannie family wants you to stay safe and healthy, puppykittes!

[crystalsnow95z]

This was a request for Jimin to have a sneezy allergic reaction that turned into a cold that he tried to cover up, but the original question post won't let me save any edits 😔

I’m so sorry it took so long..I kept rewriting it because it just seemed awful to me and it got to the point where I pulled out my laptop so I could freely move paragraphs and delete scenes more easily. I'm sorry if in the process it got messed up, I'm going to edit it after posting because if i don't, it'll never leave my drafts.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Taehyung asks Jimin for the fourth time since they started their journey to their next filming location.

"Yes Taehyung-Ah, I'll be fine. I spoke to a doctor about it and got a special medication and air filtering mask to use when we aren't filming. I can handle a few cats.." Jimin speaks confidently, reaching over to take Taehyung's hand. "Will you be okay with how humid it's going to be?"

"I'll be uncomfortable, but I'll be okay. I'll just be sure to drink a lot of water." Taehyung squeezes Jimin's hand. "Don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself."

"Alright, as long as you're sure. Oh! Jimin-ah the place we're staying has a pool so we can cool off after shooting, and staff say we'll be free to do whatever we want at night." Taehyung switches subject to a brighter one.

"A nice night swim sounds amazing.." Jungkook joins in with a yawn, lifting his head from Jimin's shoulder. "What time is it?"

"Ah youre awake Gukkie. Did you sleep well?" Jimin asks, trying to re-fluff Jungkook's hair from where he was lying on it, smiling fondly. "It looks like it.."

"Yeah...I was listening to that audiobook Namjoonie-hyung recommended but I ended up falling asleep." Jungkook says rubbing his eyes, checking the time on his phone. "Oh we're gonna be landing soon..our arrival time is 9:15, it's already nine! Did you take the medicine already Jimin-sii?"

"Aish..I almost forgot.. thanks Jungkook-ah.." Jimin digs in his carry-on bag, eyes widening when he realizes he had the wrong bottle in his hands. Sh*t.. I grabbed my usual allergy medicine out of habit instead of the new one I went to the doctor for..

"What's wrong Jimin-ah?" Taehyung asks, concerned when he sees Jimin's face fall into a frown. "Do you not have it?"

"No, no I have medicine..I just noticed I forgot something at home, but it's fine." Jimin takes one of the pills, swallowing it down with a grimace.

"Here, have some water Jiminie." Taehyung offers his water to Jimin a bottle of water. Who takes a drink.

"Thanks, Tete.." Jimin washed the pill down, passing it to Jungkook who was reaching with eager hands. I hope it'll be enough.. I don't want to be the one to ruin the music video. Maybe there won't be as many cats around...

"Oh wow..this place really does have as any many cats as it people here!" Jungkook exclaims, watching the cats wandering the market.

"There's actually more cats than people here.." Yoongi corrects him, stepping closer to Jimin. "I'm worried about it."

"Will you be okay Jiminie?" Hoseok asks sharing Yoongi's concern, looking at Jimin with uncertainty. "I didn't think wild cats would be this close to people."

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I took medicine earlier, I just have to be cautious and take breaks between filming with them…" Jimin says, trying to sound confident. One cat was okay, especially because cats normally stay for a few minutes and then leave, but he counted eight cats watching them with curiosity or fleeing out of sight as they went to the filming location.

"We'll try to film as quickly as possible." Namjoon felt uneasy filming here, feeling the same concern for Jimin. Still, the song was a collaboration with another artist to fundraise to help the animal population that plagued the small country, giving them more animals than they could take care of and the members couldn't turn it down.

"I can do this. I feel fine." Jimin promises to reassure his team, ensuring his mask completely covers his face, silently apologizing to the makeup artist who recently finished it for the shoot. "It's just a few days of being uncomfortable to help save hundreds of little lives."

"Just keep your hands clean as much as you can. We brought hand sanitizer." Yoongi tells Jimin, afraid that he might accidentally make his eyes red and puffy if he touched them after touching the felines.

"I know, I know. I'll be careful." Jimin felt a cat rub against his leg, looking down at the calico by his feet, resisting his urge to stroke her, bending down to take a closer look with his hands firmly in his pockets. "Oh wow.. you look a lot like the cat I filmed with in Serendipity.. but you have more orange patches.."

"We have work to do. Ignore the kitty, you can play with him later." Jin gently scolds him, not wanting him to take extra risks when they haven't even started filming.

"Calicos are usually female.." Jimin states with a small pout when the cat meows for attention, Yoongi bending down to pet the calico instead.

"Yoongi-yah don't encourage him.." Jin sighs, watching Yoongi scratch behind the calico's ear on Jimin's behalf, getting a smile out of the other members.

" Come on, Yoongi-hyung, you gotta leave the kitty too." He pulls Yoongi back to his feet, fighting off the urge to rub at his eyes. There's cat fur in the wind, I can feel my eyes watering every time a breeze rolls through

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Yoongi leaves his new furry friend, following them to a park they set up for the music video. "Maybe I'll adopt a cat from here one day.."

"Oh wow.. there are several cats here, too.. are they all tame?" Jin asks when he heard a hissing cat from near the fountain where they were going to be working.

"[Do they bite or scratch or are they like.. all friendly?Or is just certain ones?]" Namjoon asks for Jin, watching two cats fighting underneath the fountain.

"[They aren't all friendly because of some bad people making them lose trust, but none of them will attack you unless you corner them or if they are protecting their young. Just let them come to you instead of you approaching them, and you'll have no issues.]" The man explains to Namjoon in English. "[Those two won't hurt you. it's just mating time, and they have their eyes on the same female..]" The man shoos off the cats, the two males darting towards the treelines.

"They aren't really aggressive, some just don't trust people..if we let them come to us he says we'll be fine. It doesn't sound any different than normal neighborhood cats, just larger numbers." Namjoon explains to his members. "Still be careful.. Don't try to come to them let them come to you."

"[Is everyone ready then? No more questions? We need to film before the sun sets behind the mountains, and we lose the natural light.]" The director asks.

"[We're ready..]" Namjoon answers in English, gathering his team close together."we need to do our best. We're racing against time and we only have three days here.."

Jimin removes his face mask to start filming, giving it to a staff member to hold while they start the opening scene, the seven of them making a wish at the fountain on by one, surrounding it in a half circle. The shot was nearly perfect until it got to Jungkook, who threw the coin too hard, landing outside of the camera shot with a sploosh.

"Aish I'm sorry!" Jungkook apologizes, ears reddening in embarrassment to be the first member to make a mistake, his heart pounding in his ears. "[I'm sorry..]"

"It's okay, it could've happened to any of us. I'm surprised i did it correctly." Namjoon puts an arm around Jungkook. "We'll just film it again. No big deal, we have plenty of spare coins."

"I'll get it in the center frame this time." Jungkook pouts at the realization they don't speak Korean. "[Sorry..please..try again?]"

"[Its okay, you got this. Its just a bit of nerves Jungkook just be gentle. Just toss it in front of you so it falls nicely, don't throw it..]" The director tells him calmly, Jungkook nodding. "[Good.. let's start over.]"

The director wanted the scene to be a one shot, panning through each member so the members started from the top, Jimin fighting off the urge to sneeze until the director called cut, failing miserably.

"heh' hejish'Heh'vchi!" Jimin covers his face the sneeze escaping right when it was Jin's turn to drop his coin, making Jin jump. "Aish'm sorry hyung.."

"It's okay. Are you okay?" Jin didn't care about jumpscare, only about his little brother. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, something just tickled my nose. I can do this.." Jimin answers with a sniffle, staff quickly bringing him a tissue. "Let's try it once more. They do say third time is a charm right?" Jimin tries to keep a cheery attitude, despite the uncomfortable nasal pressure building up. He tries to blow his nose to ease it away, but it did nothing but ruin his make up, staff needing to touch it up once more.

"If you need a break, please don't hesistate to ask okay?" The woman fixing his make up tells him with concern, noticing how red his nose as already gotten in such a short time.

"We only just started. I'm okay, really." Jimin says with a gentle smile.

The members get through the first scene without any issues for the third take, Jimin sighing with relief when the looked over the footage, being sure his eyes weren't red on camera.. I look fine for now, but how long will it be before we have to stop filming because of me?

"Jimin-ah.." Yoongi gently nudges him when he notices Jimin wasn't paying attention. "He's talking to you..he wants you to do your up close shot first."

"['m sorry. Please say again.]"Jimin bows, blushing in embarrassment. How unprofessional.. spacing out like that in the middle of a shoot. I need to focus.. The longer we have to perform, the worse I'll feel... we just need to get through this.

Jimin was given a cat to be his filming partner for the shoot, gently stroking her glossy patch work coat to try to earn hers trust for the shot, smiling brightly when she headbutts his cheek. "[She's so soft and pretty.]"

"[Her name is maple. This is your cat in the storyline. She actually belongs to someone.. We specifically found a hypoallergenic cat for you just as requested.]" The animal handler tells him.

"[Thank you..I'm sorry for being trouble..]" Jimin bows gratefully, giving a sweet apologetic smile. They found me a special cat for close up shots?I didn't request that..I thought it was strange i didn't feel worse when Maple brushed my cheek. They're so kind..I can't back out over some sniffles..

"[Alright..put Maple into position in the light square and get into your position, you made a wish and a cat appeared. Act surprised and pick her up. They'll click the clicker to give Maple the sign to touch your face. We might have to do it a few times if her paw isn't in a good position.]"

A translator repeats it in Korean when she notices that he didn't process anything, explaining that they planned for Jimin to do his solo shots first.

"[I understand..]" Jimin places Maple down on the fountain ledge, taking a deep breath before walking out of frame, walking towards the calico. I can do this.. it's just three days..

Jimin tried to hold back a sneeze while the director gave them their directions for the second day, rubbing the tip of his nose to try to ease the itch building up. We did all the close up acting scenes yesterday, now we just have to do the chero and film the scenes with our guest. I can do this.. "Hehtichih!" Jimin tries to muffle his sneeze, only Taehyung hearing it.

"You okay?" Taehyung whispers with concern when he sees Jimin trying to wipe his nose without ruining his makeup. He removes his bandanna, using it to gently dab the mucus from Jimin's face.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine..It's a manageable inconvenience.." Jimin sniffles, giving him a smile. "Thanks Tete.."

"If this is too much for you, just say something okay?" Taehyung frets over him gently removing a white cat hair from Jimin's shoulder. "Your eyes are getting starting to get red and you're sneezing much more.."

"What? my eyes are red?" Jimin frowns, turning to the fountain to see his reflection. He saw the red lines spiking from his irises."It looks worse than it feels, im fine.. I have eye drops in my bag." Jimin lies. Why do I feel worse than yesterday? I even took as strong as a dosage as possible, and Taehyungie and Jungkook came here early to scare off some cats..

"I'll get them for you." Taehyung leaves, briskly walking to get to Jimin's bag, digging through it.

"What's the rush? Is Jimin okay?" Namjoon asks, pulling on his shirt for the second wardrobe change.

"I don't know..his eyes are so red right now and he seems to be getting out of breath quicker than usual.. do you think we should ask for a break? I tried to make it have less cats with Jungkookie, but they came back.."

"I'll ask, but we're racing a storm right now..the weather was supposed to be clear this week. We just need to do the choreography, and we'll be finished today.." Namjoon quickly finished changing to check on Jimin.

"Heh'itcgi!" Jimin sneezes into a tissue, blowing his nose and sanitizing his hands for the umpteenth time that day.

Taehyung trails behind him, his heart clenching when he hears another wet sneeze come from his soulmate. Jiminie will only keep feeling worse as the day continues.."Jimin-ah, I brought the eye drops. Here. Tilt your head. I'll help you put them in.."

"Thanks, Tete that'd be great.." Jimin let's Taehyung gently place his hand on the back of his head, trusting him to support him as he leans back. Another sneeze was building, but with Taehyung so close to him, he forced the sneeze back."heh..heh.."

"Do you need a second?" Taehyung asks when he hears Jimin's breath hitching, pulling his hands away. "It's okay if you need to sneeze."

"No..no I'm okay.." Jimin lies, not wanting to worry Taehyung more than he already is.

"Okay..one..two and.. one-two…" Taehyung squeezes the drops into Jimin's eyes. "There.. all done.. slowly.." he guides Jimin to sit up again, hugging him close. "I wish I could do more to help.. Namjoon is going to see if we can do a break for you.."

"No, no I just want to get it over with..we can have a break when it rains. We're on a time limit and I won't be able to rest stressing about it." Jimin holds back a sneeze, the pressure building up making his eyes water.

They get through the chorus, before the wind started to pick up, carrying cat fur with it, irritating Jimin's sinuses further. Jimin pushes through the itch building in his nostrils,making it difficult to not ruin the shot by changing his facial expression. The director calls cut, releasing the members to monitor the shot.

"Aish, I messed up the shot.." Jimin frowns when he sees his facial expression in the back when him, Jungkook and Hoseok were center. "[Please can we redo?]"

"I saw that too. We'll need another cut.." Namjoon says apologetically.

"Are you okay to do it again Jimin-ah?" Hoseok whispers when he hears Jimin's breath hitching, no longer interested in the choreography.

"I'm fine..I just..heh..Heh'hehitchi!" Jimin sneezes into his hands to avoid sneezing on Hoseok, another sneeze following right after. "Hehtichih! Heyitcyh! Heh..heh..uiyxheu!" He sniffles, not moving his hands from his face.

"Here Jimin-ah.." Taehyung holds a tissue box out to him"I think you need to sit away from the cats for a bit.."

Jimin pulls a couple out gratefully, trying to clean up his face. "Ugh.. this is so annoying.. I should be able to handle this better.. no.. "

"It's okay, Jiminie. we all have our strengths and weaknesses." Yoongi reassures Jimin, pushing his hair behind his ear. "Are you crying?" He asks with concern when he sees the tears in his eyes, grabbing a tissue to lightly dab them away, not wanting the chance of his hands making his allergies worse.

"No, no. I'm not, it's just from the sneezing. I'm okay hyung.." Jimin smiles, surprised to see Yoongi be the one to dry his eyes when Hoseok and Taehyung were right there. "Thank you.. I think..I'm okay now.."

"Are you sure?" Hoseok asks, hugging Jimin from behind. "You're still breathing heavy.."

"It's just because of my nose being stuffed up. I'll have enough of a break when they fix my makeup." Jimin sniffles, letting the make up noona redo his make up around his eyes and nose. "I'm sorry..but i.. ah..aeh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes. "Heh'heh..itsth! Heh' x'shiugh.." Jimin sneezes a few more times, closing his eyes tightly.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. I used something more waterproof this time. Come back to me so i can help you get it off okay?" She speaks kindly.

"Thank you." Jimin sniffles, returning to the group, taking a deep breath. "I'm okay now, let's go back to filming.. Maybe we should do the group acting scenes first.."

The seven go back to acting out their scenes taking a break from the chreography, Jimin grateful that he did all his close ups first. I have to get it right this time, the longer i stay out here the harder it'll be to control my sneezes and on top of it the clouds are getting darker..

Stress knotted Jimin's stomach, only adding another layer of discomfort to his list. He ignored the pain, going back into his position, holding his breath every time he was near the front, making him feel lightheaded as he switched positions.

"Cut!" The cameraman yells, the members relaxing. Jimin falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath,gasping for air.

Jungkook and Taehyung rush to his side, the two looking at him with matching concerned expressions. Taehyung gently rubs Jimin's back, trying to do something to ease his suffering. "You okay Jiminie? Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want some water? A tissue?"

Jimin wants to answer Taehyung. Wants to tell him he just needs to sit away from the island's feline friends for a bit, but the loathed feeling of needing to sneeze returned, unable to get any words out, sniffling to try to ease the pressure, only triggering more sneezes. "Heh'thchi! Hey'Heh'heyhvhi!"

"Jimin you're done for today, this is too much for you to handle. We need to stop for today.." Namjoon speaks sternly, Jimin shaking his head.

"No, please.. Namjoon-sii we're almost finished… I can do this." Jimin begs, clasping Namjoon's hands. "It's only going..to be another hour.. of filming. I'll rest after."

"Jimin, you're pushing youself too hard, you're shaky on your feet and you're struggling to breathe. You need to listen to your body. We can extend our trip if needed. You need rest.."

"Then just give me ten minutes to recover..Please?" Jimin begs, ignoring the urge to sneeze. "I don't want to..be the reason we don't finish on time.."

"Alright, but if you feel even an ounce worse, you have to tell me." Namjoon frowns, knowing full well Jimin would end up crying in the rental house. He's going to get worse either way, the storm will force him to stop soon enough..

The seven boys went through the cherography three times before they got a shot Jimin and the others were happy with. Relief washed over Jimin when the director praised them, him falling to his knees, struggling to catch his breath.

"I did it..We just need to do one wardorbe change and we'll be finished.." Jimin coughs, trying to catch his breath.

"I don't think we can do that Jiminie, the clouds are getting so dark.." Taehyung says looking up at the clouds, trying to hide his relieved smile that the weather was going to force Jimin to take a break. "We need to find-"

The clouds that threatened rain finally burst drowning out the rest of Taehyung's words, a heavy rainfall drenching the members as Jungkook quickly scoops up Jimin, running towards the safety of the rental car, the others following.

"Jungkook-ah… I..I can walk on eh..heh..heudhichi!" Jimin sneezes into Jungkook chest, not able to let go of Jungkook's neck to sneeze into his hands fast enough. "Heh'itchii!" Another one follows right after.

"My poor hyungie.." Jungkook coos, putting Jimin in the car, sliding in right after. "You okay Jiminie?"

Jimin tried to answer, but another few sneezes stopped him, sniffling miserbly. "Heh'thih..hEH'ITCHI.."

"I don't think we'll be able to film tomorrow, with it raining this hard the ground is going to turn to mud.." Namjoon says when he gets in, drying his face with a towel he left in the car earlier, and passing it to the member next to him.

"I think we got enough usable footage to make the music video still." The staff tells them, the boys visibly relaxing.

"What about filming for Samatha's verse?" Namjoon frets about their guest artist that was coming tomorrow. "Will she not be able to perform her verse with us?"

"We'll film it in an inside location, we'll see what type of set we can make. Don't worry, we'll handle it." Their manager tells them. "Just focus on resting for the rest of the day."

"Jimin you'll shower first when we get to the house okay?" Jin orders, trying to get Jimin's wet hair out of his eyes.

"You're the oldest, you should get the first shower." Jimin sniffles, trying to fight off another sneeze.

"No, Jimin-ah, you need it more than me. You'll feel better once you get washed up." Jin declined. "I'll shower after you. It's no big deal. Just shower and rest up. Okay?"

Jimin wakes up to the sound of Jungkook accidently rolling out of bed, his head pounding with a sinus headache. It hurt to open his eyes to find the source, calling to Jungkook softly. "Are you okay Kook-ah?" Jimin's eyes widen when he hears how hoarse his voice became overnight, coughing right after.

"Yeah, I'm okay..my pillow fell with me. Are you okay hyung? You sound awful."

"I need some water." Jimin ignores his question, sitting up, resisting the urge to sneeze. I haven't been outside and all the windows have been shut since we arrived, why do I feel so awful?

"I'll go get you some. Wait here." Jungkook stretches, getting off the floor and leaving to the kitchen.

Jimin reaches for a tissue, noticing the mucus coming from his nose was no longer clear and runny. It became thick yellow mucus, indicating it wasn't just allergies anymore. Jimin swears underneath his breath when he feels another sneeze coming,

"Jimin-sii I brought you-"

"Heh'heh itchisg!" Jimin sneezes into his hands.

"Bless you Jiminie hyung.." Jungkook hands him a tissue.

Jimin blows his nose again, crumbling up the tissue and taking the water from Jungkook. "Thanks Jaykay.. my nose is driving me crazy..I can't wait to get off this island."

"It's the last day of filming, will you be okay?" Jungkook asks. "You're breathing heavy.."

"My nose is just stuffy, I'm okay. We're filming inside today so it won't be too hard." Jimin down plays how he feels, leaving out the sore throat and pounding headache.

"I'll make you some tea. Maybe that can help you feel a bit better. Don't forget to take your medicine before we go out." Jungkook tells Jimin leaving the room.

Jimin waits until he feels Jungkook is out of earshot to cough into his arm, trying to muffle the sound.

We're filming with Samantha today.. I can't let a cold ruin this..

Jimin takes another allergy pill and a painkiller for his headache before joining the others, Jungkook handing him a tea cup.

"Here jimin-sil, drink up. I added a tiny bit of ice so you won't burn your tongue." Jungkook says, taking a sip just to be sure it was at a drinkable temperature.

"Thanks Jaykay.." Jimin smiles, taking a big gulp from the cup. Please, work to soothe my throat and stomach.. I have too much to do today..

"1,2,3..hello.. we are..BTS." Namjoon starts their greeting, the members echoing 'bts right after him.

"[Im Samantha. It's so nice to meet everyone in person. Thank you so much for agreeing to help my passion project, it means so much to me.]" Samatha bows.

Jimin tries to hold back another sneeze while the translator speaks, translating Samantha's heart felt wish to help the animals she loves so much, holding his breath with his eyes squeezes shut, the pressure becoming more uncomfortable as the members introduced themselves.

"Are you okay Jimin?" Taehyung whispers.

Jimin nods, not wanting to worry him. Before Taehyung could question him further, he hears Samantha say his name.

"[Is it okay if I call you Tae hyung and not V?]" Samatha asks shyly. "[Im not a fan of using stage names while working. It feels distancing..]

"[Ah. No problem... it's nice to meet you.]" Taehyung takes her out reached hands to shake them.

Samatha turns to Jimin giving him a cheery smile. "[Hi, it's really nice to-]"

Jimin opened his eyes to greet her, but as soon as he stopped concentrating on keeping his sneeze back, a wet sneeze escaped him. "Heh'hehitfchi!"

He tried to turn on his heels to avoid sneezing in Samantha's direction,but his body gave him no time to react.

"[Oh it's you that was allergic to cats. I'm so sorry about all this. I really wanted to feature the animals we were trying to save and didn't think to look up if any of you were allergic..]" Samatha bows the whole time she's talking, Jimin matching her bow for bow despite how it made his head pound.

"[No, no big deal..I'm okay.. I love cat..no bow, no worry.. no sorry needed.]" Jimin tries to speak English to her, relaxing when she stops apologizing.

"[We only have this natural light for so long so I'd like to film right away..]" the director pulls the artists back into work

"[Right. I'm sorry.. I just wanted us to be a bit more comfortable working together. I got the choreography for the chorus down, but I want to run through it with the boys once before filming..]"

Jimin only felt worse as the time passed, the medicine doing nothing to ease his pain. Jimin was happy that they were doing a quick photo shoot with the set staff made.

"Jiminie looks exhausted.." Hoseok frowns, watching Jimin pose for the camera, laying on his back. Hoseok rushes over to help him to as soon as the photographer was pleased with his work, feeling the back of Jimin's neck. "You're warm Jiminie."

"It's just hot with those ring lights. I'm okay.." jimin trying to convince both Hoseok and himself.

"I'll go get you some water then.." Hoseok goes to get a water bottle, his worry increasing when he hears another sneeze come from the oldest of the mankae line.

"[Bless you.]" Samatha says sincerely, bringing over a bottle. "[I thought this might help you. It's a tea that helps my boyfriend when he's super congested. It's a bit spicy..]"

Jimins mind blanked on processing most of what she said, only understanding the drink she passed to him was to help him feel better.

At this point, he was willing to try anything, almost spitting out the tea when the spice hits him, swallowing it down.

"[I know, the thyme and ginger makes it have a strong taste, but it's really good for you." Samatha stifled a laugh seeing Jimins reaction.

"[It's okay, thank you for making for me..]" jimin takes another drink, surprised to feel the mucus loosen, causing a wet sneeze. "Heh'hehi'Itchi!"

"Here, blow your nose Jiminie.. Jungkook just finished the last photo so we're going to film soon." Namjoon bows his head to Samatha. "[Sorry to interrupt..]"

"[No, no. You guys take your work seriously and i really admire that about him Many artists would straight up refuse to film if they don't feel well]" Samatha says looking at Jimin sympathetically as he goes away from everyone to try to clear his nose.

"[I'll tell him that for you. It'll make him happy.]" Namjoons smiles, calling the members back to work.

I can't breathe.. my lungs are burning...

Jimin stumbled into Jungkook, ruining the shot for the third time. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I'll get it right this time...i..I just stepped to..far.."

"Are you okay Hyung? You're panting.." jungkook puts his arms around Jimin, holding his weight.

"I..I just got a bit dizzy..I just need..need..Heh'hehitfchi!" Jimin sneezes without giving him time to cover, sneezing on Jungkook.

"Ah, jimin-sii.." Jungkookie frowns, using a towel to wash off the snot from his shirt the best he could. "I think you caught a cold.. i think we should take a break."

"No..no we're almost finished filming I'll rest after. Everyone is tired..the sooner we finish the sooner we can go home..." Jimin sniffles, taking the tissue staff offered him.

"[If you aren't feeling well you should rest. Don't push yourself. I'm really tired too. I'm not used to heavy choreography like this..]" Samatha takes a seat on the ground dramatically. "[I was afraid to ask for a break when you boys were so focused..]"

Jimin looks to the translator, who explains it to him. "She's only saying that for my sake.." he says with a smile. The seven boys join her on the floor, Jimin leaning on Jungkook.

"You're so heavy.." jungkook teases, his smile dropping when he hears Jimin coughing into his fist. "Hyung. Hyung do you need some water?" He asks with panic, taking the waterbottle that Jin pushes towards them.

"No..no.. I'll..I'll throw up if..if I do.." Jimin pushed the water Jungkook offered away, trying to talk through the fit of coughs.

Jungkook frowns, trying to ease Jimin's suffering by rubbing his back. "Poor hyung..you really aren't well.."

"[I think we're done shooting for today..we'll just use the footage we have. I don't care if I look good in the shots. Let's use the first take.]" Samatha says putting up a finger when the boys go to argue. "[No, no compromising. I don't care about how i look, as long as it helps the cats. Everyone else looked good. I can live with my face looking too serious.]"

"She says she doesn't want to do anymore takes.. she wants to use the first take.." Namjoon translates for his members. "We're finished filming.."

Jimin's stomach knots with guilt, knowing how disappointed she was with the first take, but if she refused to film another take, he was in no condition to argue. "[I'm sorry..]" Jimin bows his head, forcing himself not to cough so he could properly apologize. "[We can work together again.. and I'll be sure everyone looks perfect...]"

[setsuuestsu]

After the Trip

Note: I’m so sorry this literally took like 4 months to complete.

Sickie Hoseok | Word Count 7177

There was a knock on the door of his hotel room.

“Hoseok-ah, will you be ready to leave for the airport soon?” Sejin asks. “The car just pulled up out front.”

He glances at the clothes meticulously placed around the room. If he quickly folds them into his suitcase, he could probably be done within the next five or so minutes. 

“Coming!” he calls back, scurrying around the room first grabbing the socks he had hanging up to dry on the hotel lamp and the shirts he had folded and set on the desk. He places them in his suitcase (color-coordinating them, obviously) and then sets to work on the rest of his clothing. Five minutes later than he said he would be, he opens the door to the room and greets Sejin, who is standing outside holding two coffees with a suitcase and a carry-on bag next to him. One of the two coffees is handed to him and he bows gratefully to his manager. 

The older man shakes out his hand, most likely tired from holding the coffee for so long. Hoseok feels bad. He issues an apology, but the elder is quick to shake it off. “Are you ready to leave now?”

Hoseok nods, holding up his carry-on bag (Louis Vuitton obviously) and his suitcase (also Louis Vuitton). “I’m ready! Do you need me to carry anything for you?”

Sejin smiles. “That won’t be necessary, Hoseok-ah. I know you’re still tired from your performance.” 

That assumption is absolutely correct. It was only two days ago that he had performed at Lollapalooza, starting ten minutes early and ending ten minutes late because of how anxious he was. Thank God Jimin had come to support him, because he would not have had the energy to perform. His maknae had left the previous day, however, having had schedules to return to. And then after his performance, he flew to New York for some very important business.

“Try to rest on the plane.” Sejin says. “You have a schedule to return to once we get back. I wasn’t in favor of it, but …”

Hoseok understands. He is an idol, after all. He just wishes he could have a small break. But with the Busan concert drawing near, he knows it’s not feasible to ask for time off. 

They make it to the elevator and step inside. There’s a mother and a small child inside already. Hoseok awkwardly slides past them and heads to the back of the elevator with Sejin in tow. The manager looks almost comical in his large (and this is by Hoseok's standards) sunglasses and Hawaiian print shirt, despite them being in Chicago at the moment. The little girl is coughing and sniffling and Hoseok cringes, leaning more against the wall.

He internally panics. He doesn’t really get sick easily or often (excluding if one of the other members gets sick, since they’re all always together, so that doesn’t count) but he’s just done a long set and he’s exhausted and feeling weak already. A cold on top of that would not be pleasant.

But maybe it’s allergies. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s an elevator, it might be dusty. In fact, Hoseok feels his own nose start to tickle a little. He rubs it with his knuckles, willing the tickle to go away.

It takes a moment, but he’s good now. The kid coughs one last time before the elevator doors open, and everyone piles out. 

He spots the car almost immediately, the black contrasting to the rest of the cars lined up outside of the hotel. The driver hops out and assists Hoseok and Sejin in piling the bags into the trunk. Once finished, the driver motions for the two to get into the car. The two climb into the backseat and wait as the driver buckles himself in. 

Hoseok pulls out his phone as the car pulls out from the area of the hotel. He opens the group chat he has with the members and snorts softly as he sees some of the messages from Taehyung the previous day. 

Thankfully, it’s not terribly far from the hotel to the airport, so he probably won’t be too bored. 

He sends a quick text to the group chat to let them know that he’ll be at the airport soon. Of course, the members text back pretty quickly, sans Jungkook who could be doing all of the above right now.

Taehyung: See you soon hyung!

Suga hyung: Safe flight, Hoseokie.

seokjin hyung: Jwee-Hopeeee, let's go for drinks when you get back!!

Hoseok smiles and closes his phone. It won’t be long until he’s at the airport. Then he can spend time with all of the members when they’re preparing for the Busan concert.

Sejin hands Hoseok his passport, an item the managers tend to hold onto now ever since the Namjoon Incident. The two step out and behind them, the car holding his bodyguards stops. Hoseok bows in greeting at the two bodyguards and then proceeds to follow Sejin towards the doors of the airport. 

Immediately, he’s met with the sound of screaming. Fans crowd the barricades and he sends them as many finger hearts as he can until he nearly walks into a wall and his security guard has to pull him to the left. 

One of the security guards takes his and Sejin’s suitcases and the idol and manager are led to be boarded for first class once they go through passport control and walk through the metal detectors. 

“Do you have a mask?” Sejin asks, pulling his up his nose and mouth. 

Hoseok shoves his hands in his pockets, frowning when all he’s met with is a bit of lint and a small RJ plushie Jin had shoved in his bag before he had left. “No … I think I left it in my suitcase.”

The manager digs through his own pockets. “And I didn’t think to bring any extras … Maybe we could stop to buy  another one?”

Just then, the announcer calls for them to board. Hoseok frantically looks towards the duty free shop and the gate and accepts that he has no time to buy a mask. And yikes, who wants to breathe nasty, nasty plane air???

Sejin looks at him apologetically. “Try not to breathe?”

Hoseok wrinkles his nose and follows close behind Sejin to their seats. 

On their flight, there’s honestly a good amount of people flying first class. And by that, the other eight seats are full. Hoseok glances to his left and spots what is most definitely an ARMY as they are holding a Mang plush and he can see them mouthing the lyrics to The Truth Untold.

ARMY to the left spots him and Hoseok holds back a laugh as the person’s face turns red and they frantically wave at them. Hoseok waves back, then settles down in his chair, Sejin across from him. 

Behind him, Hoseok hears a mother and her crying child. The mother speaks in a language Hoseok can’t understand and he immediately gives up even trying.

Hoseok turns to Sejin. “Do I offer a lollipop? Would that help?”

The manager frowns. “I think the saying in America is ‘Don’t take candy from strangers.’” 

Hoseok nods in understanding, though he doesn’t truly understand. He would love candy …

Anyways …

The child continues crying and sniffling and Hoseok feels bad. He really wants to comfort the child but it is true that he doesn’t know the mother or the child and he doesn’t think they would appreciate some random guy trying to talk to them. 

Eventually, the rest of the passengers are boarded onto the plane and Hoseok turns to the screen on the back of the seat in front of him. It’s Rom-Com time, and now he has to decide which one to watch.

The pilot announces that they’re going to take off now and Hoseok buckles himself in. 

Thankfully, the child goes quiet and (probably?) falls asleep. Though then, the snoring starts.

Hoseok takes a glance at the snoring child and immediately shoves his headphones on, trying to block out the loud noise. It’s a fourteen and a half hour flight and if there’s too much noise, Hoseok would cry. 

The headphones don’t do much, and the child continues to snore. 

He very much so wants to scream.

♪♪♪♪

Halfway into the flight, Hoseok feels his nose start to drip. He frantically reaches for one of the napkins he had saved from the last snack the flight attendant had given him. 

He blows his nose, taking care to be as quiet as possible so as to not disturb some of the other passengers.

He sniffles, nose ever so slightly still running. He blames it on plane air quality. And if you know, it’s not quite the finest. Plus, now he’s fine. 

Maybe he needs a nap.

Another two hours later, he wakes up from his desperately needed nap and his head is aching. 

It’s not because he’s getting sick. It’s because of the way he slept. Yeah … that’s it. Neck pillows don’t really work anyways. They’re like … a sandbag for the neck. Not. Comfortable.

He glances over to Sejin, who is currently enticed with some American rom-com. He’s watched that one before. Yoongi had picked it out last movie night, claiming that he had owed Jimin one or something. 

That was obviously a lie.

His nose tickles ever so slightly and he rubs at it with the back of his hand. “Heh-hh”

The manager glances over at him, pulling an earbud out. “Did you say something?”

Hoseok wills the sneeze down and shakes his head. “No.”

Sejin goes back to his movie and Hoseok lets out a breath he had no clue he was holding. It’s bad enough to get sick. It’s even worse when other people find out. 

And besides, he’s not sick.

The kid with the mother sitting behind him coughs loudly and Hoseok cringes. What is it with kids and germs these days? Is every kid just automatically germ-infested? He thinks to predebut Jungkook and how he would sit with him if his maknae would come home from school under the weather. 

The tickle in his nose grows even stronger and he has no time to search for another napkin. He quickly cups a hand over his nose. “HhITSCH!”

A few people glance over at him and Hoseok sinks down in his chair. That was so loud and embarrassing and he’s never wanted to be ejected from the plane more than this moment.

His nose tickles again and his hands frantically fly to cover his face. He tries his damn hardest to stifle, pinching his nose as tightly as he can. “hh-ngxst!”

Unfortunately, that stifle meant that his nose is now frustratingly wet. And he’s out of napkins.

He glances over to Sejin, who once again is engrossed in his movie.

“Hyu’g.” he softly calls, though his voice is congested so it doesn’t come out sounding quite right. “Do you ha’be a tissue?”

Sejin looks up and stares at him for a moment. Hoseok stares back.

He blinks. Neither of them move.

Sejin seems to snap back to reality because once Hoseok’s words echo in his brain, he snaps to action. “Do you want the lotion infused ones or the regular?”

Ah … he feels like Jungkook now. Usually things like this happen to the maknae, not him. But, he digresses. “Lotion please.”

At this rate, if he doesn’t take the lotion infused tissues, his nose is going to be red and feel so uncomfortable. And he feels another sneeze building up in his sinuses.

Sejin digs through his pockets, then seems to realize his movie is still playing. He stops for a minute and Hoseok feels his heart drop. He needs that tissue. He feels so gross.

“Hyung,” Hoseok softly calls. “Tissue?”

Sejin quickly returns to his manager-ish self. He eventually fishes out a little pack of tissues after searching through his carry-on bag. He hands them to Hoseok, who gratefully takes one and immediately holds it to his nose. He sneezes as quietly as he can, and thankfully, no one looks over at him. He blows again, and then once he’s finished, he crumples up the tissue and sets it to the side to be thrown out. He takes an antibacterial wipe and wipes down his hands. 

By now, he’s hopefully done.

But as luck would have it, he’s not. An hour later, Hoseok feels a tickle in the back of his throat and the next thing he knows, he’s trying to hold back a coughing fit into his fist. Sejin reaches over and pats him on the back. 

From the seat behind him, he hears the child’s voice talking to the mother. “Mommy, that man is being really disruptive.”

Hoseok frowns, forehead creasing. Hadn’t the child cried for like, a hot half hour before the flight? He shakes his head. Children don’t know any better. He himself cried often as a child, his sister always attesting to that. 

When the flight attendant brings him his dinner, Hoseok feels a strong tickle deep in his sinuses. He stutters out a breath and then turns so he doesn’t sneeze directly on her, instead turning into his opposite elbow. “Hah-tschh!” 

She hands him a napkin, sets his tray down, and then moves to assist the next person. He blows his nose, the sound quite pathetic, and then sniffles. He’s starting to become congested now and despite the few naps he’s taken throughout the flight, he’s exhausted. He feels like he could sleep for days, perhaps even weeks at a time. 

Although hungry earlier, now that the food is here, Hoseok really isn’t hungry. He closes the lid on the container of bibimbap the flight attendant gave him and curls up to the side, shutting his eyes once more. 

♪♪♪♪

The next time he wakes up, the plane seat screen tells him that there’s four hours left in the flight. He feels even more congested, if that’s even possible, and his nose is running again. 

Using his last napkin, he blows his nose, trying to blow as hard as possible, since it’s the last napkin and he has too much shame in asking for some more. 

Sejin looks over at him and seems to realize that Hoseok is starting to become unwell. “Is it allergies?”

Can allergens even reach him from his high in the air? He voices this thought to Sejin who nods. “Yeah, pollen can stick to other passengers, or the air may be too dry in here for you.”

Judging by the tell-tale tickle in the back of his throat whenever he gets sick, this isn’t allergies. But one can dream. So in that case, Hoseok shrugs. “Maybe.”

His sinuses tickle and he raises his elbow to his nose. “Heh-ITSCHiew!”

“Do you need antihistamines?” Sejin asks, already rummaging through his carry-on. “I thought I might have packed them …”

Another minute passes, and eventually Sejin emerges empty-handed. “Apparently I lied to myself. Sorry, Hoseok-ah.”

The dancer waves him off. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. I’ll be alright.”

But now he’s a snotty-nosed mess and he doesn’t have any napkins left. Sejin, seemingly reading his mind, waves down the nearest flight attendant. Hoseok quickly shields his nose with his hand so she doesn’t have to see how gross he feels

“Could we have some more napkins?” Sejin quietly asks. 

The flight attendant nods. “We have tissues too if that’s better.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. Were they gate keeping the tissues this whole time? He pleads with his eyes for Sejin to get the tissues instead. 

The manager nods in understanding. “Hoseok-ah would like the napkins.”

Hoseok smacks his forehead with his non-busy hand. Sejin bows in apology. “Sorry, we’ll take the tissues. Oh, and another bag of those chips… the nacho cheese flavor? Those were good …”

Thankfully, since they’re first class, the flight attendant returns quickly and Hoseok is graced with soft, soft tissues. 

Once he finishes blowing, his throat tickles slightly and he muffles a cough or two into his elbow. Sejin reaches over the aisle and pats him on the back. 

“I’m going to return to my work.” Sejin announces softly. “You look tired, so get some rest. But if you need me, just let me know.”

Hoseok knows that the “work” that Sejin is talking about is just another movie, but he gets the point. Besides, the man has already done so much for him.

He nods, eyes threatening to slip shut. “Thank you, hyung.”

♪♪♪♪

The last, final time he wakes up, the first few seconds are pure bliss. But then a headache slams into him full force and he can’t help but let out a groan. 

“Shhhh.” the annoying kid behind him says, finger to his lips. “We have to be quiet. Mommy says that it’s time to sleep since we’re almost there.” 

The ARMY with the Mang plushie glares at the child. “You can’t say that to J-Hope-ssi!”

The kid blows a raspberry and Hoseok gets scared that this argument will escalate, but thankfully, the pilot calls over the speakers for everyone to put their seatbelts on since they’ll be landing in a couple of minutes.

Hoseok tries to sniffle, but frowns when he realizes his nose is completely blocked. There’s an uncomfortable tickle in the back of his throat and he covers his mouth with his sleeve, trying to muffle the coughs as best as he can. 

“Are you alright?” Sejin asks, perhaps finally realizing that Hoseok isn’t feeling well. And maybe Hoseok himself is coming to that conclusion that it’s not just his allergies. 

“I feel like I might be coming down with something.” Hoseok admits, rubbing his nose with the back of his wrist. 

Sejin frowns. “Does it feel like a cold?”

“Yeah. I feel really stuffy …” 

The manager feels Hoseok’s forehead with the back of his hand. “You aren’t warm. Once we get you back to your apartment, I’ll run and grab you some cold medicine. You should be fine in a few days.”

Hoseok nods. All he really wants to do is shower and then sleep and never open his eyes ever again. 

The pilot announces that they’ve begun the descent back to the ground and Hoseok sniffles thickly, feeling more and more miserable by the minute. 

“Are you buckled?” Sejin asks, glancing down at Hoseok’s waist. When he notices that the idol isn’t buckled yet, he reaches over the aisle and tightens Hoseok’s seat buckle for him. The dancer can only give him a grateful nod as he’s so exhausted despite sleeping for hours. 

Once they land, Hoseok can’t really remember what happens. He knows that someone must have grabbed his suitcases because the next time he’s fully aware of his surroundings, he’s in a van with Sejin seated next to him. The elder hands him a pack of tissues that a staff member must have gotten from somewhere and Hoseok is so grateful that he can’t help the tiny tear that slides down his cheek. 

“I know Seokjin-ssi wants to go drinking with you.” Sejin jokes. 

“Hyung knows I can’t hold my liquor.” Hoseok says with a sigh. “Besides, I just want to sleep until the Busan concert.” 

The manager pats his arm. “Don’t worry, we’re heading to your apartment now. We’ll be there in less than an hour.”

Hoseok lets out a congested sneeze in response, pulling out one of the tissues from the little pack. It feels like heaven on his nose and he can’t help himself from grabbing another. 

“Can we stop at a pharmacy or something? I don’t think I have enough tissues at home.” 

Sejin shakes his head. “We’ll get you home and then someone will go and get them for you.”

“Hyung, it’s okay, I can get them.”

“Hoseok-ah, you don’t have a mask. Someone will recognize you.”

Hoseok sighs, unable to argue with that. He really wants those tissues though …

“I’ll go in and get them.” Sejin offers. He turns to the driver. “Once we get close, could you stop at a nearby pharmacy?”

The driver only nods, and the van is left in silence once more. Hoseok takes this time to shut his eyes. He feels a tickle in the back of his throat and turns to the side, coughing harshly into his elbow. 

He must doze off because one moment, they’re only just leaving the airport and now, they’re parked in front of Hoseok’s apartment. Hoseok feels his nose tickle and he lets out nearly a dozen sneezes, all hastily covered and half stifled. Noticing how the driver and Sejin stare at him in concern, he feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

The driver takes his bags out from under Sejin’s in the back of the van and wheels them towards the elevator. The manager takes Hoseok by the wrist and gently pulls him to where the driver is. Hoseok hasn’t realized how dazed he is until now.

“What floor?” the driver asks, voice soft.

Wait … he can’t really think straight.

“Um … five?” He guesses. 

Sejin frowns. “It’s floor twelve.”

Ehhh. Close enough. He would have made it there eventually.

Hoseok muffles another sneeze into his elbow. His head is starting to feel more congested and heavy by the minute and he really wants to lay down again.

“Almost there.” Sejin assures Hoseok quietly, patting him on the shoulder. Hoseok slumps to the side, resting his head on the wall of the elevator. The manager frowns and feels Hoseok’s forehead again.

“You have a slight fever.”

Hoseok sniffles, coughing weakly. Great.

At last, they reach his floor. Hoseok’s hands are shaking too much to enter the door code. 

Sejin rests a hand on his arm. “I’ve got it.”

He enters the code and immediately, Hoseok is hit with the smell of his apartment. It lures him in, draws him towards his bedroom, where he flops down with an undignified huff. The driver rolls Hoseok’s luggage to the corner and bows deeply before leaving. The idol makes a mental note to write a thank you note later once he’s feeling better. Sejin sets a shopping bag down on the nightstand and leaves the room. He comes back into the room a moment later with a bottle of water and then digs in the shopping back and pulls out a bottle of cold medicine. He opens the bottle and presses two tablets into Hoseok’s palm, and then hands him the water. “Take these, okay? You’ll feel better.”

Hoseok nods, swallowing the tablets without hesitation. Sejin sets a box of tissues next to him and then pulls the throw blanket (Snoopy themed) at the bottom of Hoseok’s bed over the dancer. Once he’s finished tucking Hoseok in (the idol was almost positive that the manager would have kissed him on the forehead) , he heads towards the door. “Text me when you wake up, okay?”

“Thank you, hyung.” Hoseok sleepily murmurs.

The manager gives him a soft smile and heads out of the apartment.

♪♪♪♪

The next morning Hoseok feels even worse. 

As soon as he wakes up, he’s hit with such a strong sneezing fit, he’s breathless by the time he finishes. He doesn’t have the strength to lift himself up, so he resigns himself to laying in bed all day. By now, he’s only been awake an hour and he’s already half finished with the box of tissues.  

On the nightstand to the right of his bed, his phone starts to buzz, an obnoxious ringtone so loud, Hoseok feels like a spike has been driven through his forehead.

After laying still for a moment, contemplating his life choices, Hoseok reaches for his phone and answers. “H’llo?”

“HOBI-HYUNG!” Taehyung yells so loud, Hoseok feels like his head is being squeezed like a balloon. Holy fuck, Taehyung is loud.

“Taehyungie.” Hoseok greets, at a much more respectful volume than what the second maknae greeted him with. 

“I heard that you’re back in Korea!” 

“Yeah. I got back last night.” Hoseok explains. “I’m still so …” He takes a break to yawn, “tired.”

Taehyung hums. “Are you up for visitors? Jungkookie, Jinnie-hyung, and I wanted to see you as soon as you got back.”

That comment makes Hoseok smile. “Ah, I want to see you guys too. But I’m kind of sick right now. I caught a cold on the way back.”

“A cold?” Taehyung nearly shouts. “And you didn’t tell us sooner?”

“I didn’t want you guys to—“

He hears the sound of the code being put into his door. He sighs and would have facepalmed had he had the energy to do so. He hears the door swing open and the sounds of hurried footsteps on the way to his room. Despite all this, he’s smiling. He really missed his members and even under the circumstances of him being sick, Hoseok is really glad to see them.

“Don’t get too close.” Hoseok warns. “This cold is no joke.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “You could have easily prevented this. It’s summer for god’s sake. Were you even taking vitamins?”

Hoseok pouts. “Of course I was.”

“Jungkook-ah! Go to the store! You know, the one … the one …” Jin starts, snapping his fingers repeatedly, as if that’s actually going to help him remember.

Jungkook bounds over. “Your old brain is acting up again.”

Jin fumes, slapping the back of Jungkook’s head jokingly. “Just remember the store name for me and go there, okay? I’ll text you the list in a minute.”

The maknae grabs his wallet and with a wave of his hand, he’s gone.

Hoseok feels his nose tickle again and he groans. It’s only ten o’clock in the morning, but he’s already ready for this day to be over. He plucks a tissue out of the box and lets out a ragged sneeze. He blows his nose loudly afterwards. 

The eldest member pats him on the head. “You sound horrible, HobiHobi.”

Hoseok sniffles, but that doesn’t help at all. He’s far too stuffed up for anything to really help. 

Taehyung enters the room again (when did he even leave?!) with a wet washcloth and lays it down over Hoseok’s face. “It’s warm, hyung! It should help your congestion.” 

And actually, it is helping a little bit. 

“Jungkook suggested it.” Taehyung explains because of course the maknae did. Jungkook was like a walking, talking, breeding ground for cold germs. The poor maknae was down with a cold at least once every month or two. It was an annoying cycle, although thankfully the maknae didn’t really contract serious illnesses because of this. 

“Yoongichi and Namjoonie are bringing over some more blankets. They should be here soon.” the eldest says. It makes Hoseok furrow his eyebrows. There’s tons of blankets in his apartment. Why would they need more?

Jin seems to be able to read his expression. “Yoongi-ah doesn’t want to admit that he’s worried. The blankets are his excuse.”

That sounds about right. But of course, Hoseok knows that his Yoongi hyung cares about him a lot. 

Hoseok coughs softly, throat tickling no matter how many times he clears it. The coughing gets worse and worse until he’s left barely able to sit up any longer and Jin is eyeing him worriedly, looking as if he wants to step in, but there’s really nothing else he can do. 

“Jungkook should be back with some medicine in a few minutes.” Jin finally says. “Do you want to keep laying down? Or do you want to sit up? I think sitting up will be better for your lungs, so I’m gonna sit you up.”

The second youngest frowns. “Why did you ask him if you were gonna do it anyways?”

Jin’s eye twitches. “Don’t you have a wall to talk to?”

“What does that even—!”

Hoseok blocks out the rest of the conversation. Usually he loves the banter between his members but right now, he really isn’t feeling well and all he wants to do is relax and not have to follow along to the conversation.

“Think there’s …” he starts, trying to remember what he was about to say. “I think there’s some cold medicine in the bathroom. Sejin hyung bought some yesterday.” 

Jin nods. “Taehyung-ah, go grab it. And some water too, okay?”

The youngest in the room nods and hurries off. 

Jin sits back down on the edge of the bed next to Hoseok’s sick, aching body. He starts running his fingers through Hoseok’s bangs and the dancer is so blissed out, he’s nearly asleep. “Sorry you don’t feel well.”

Hoseok hums. “Least it’s after I performed …”

Jin nods and then a moment later, Taehyung returns with the bottle of cold medicine and a glass of water, Yoongi and Namjoon in tow. His fellow ‘94 liner gives him a small wave and a concerned look while the elder rapper immediately rushes to the side of the bed.

“Seok-ah,” Yoongi greets, slightly breathless. Hoseok is confused about that part. Did he run here? “How are you feeling?”

“Could be better.” Hoseok croaks out, then immediately clamps his mouth shut. Does his voice really sound like that??? Yikes …

His younger hyung presses a gentle hand to Hoseok’s forehead with his brow furrowed and a frown crossing his lips. “You’re warm …”

Jin shoves a thermometer from god knows where into Hoseok’s mouth under his tongue and then scowls. “You didn’t tell me you were running a fever.” 

There’s a silence as they wait for the thermometer to beep. Once it does, Jin yanks it out of his mouth in order to read the degree.

“Yah … 38 degrees already.” the eldest sighs and shakes his head. “You really need to take better care of yourself.”

Hoseok goes to pout, but just the action of scrunching his face must make the congestion in his nose shift because now his nose is tickling quite badly. He quickly rolls to the side to where his nightstand is and plucks a tissue out of the box. He holds it to his face and waits for the oncoming sneeze. 

“Heh-TSCH!”

Yoongi frowns, patting him on the head. “Bless you, Seok-ah.” 

The elder waits for him to blow his nose a couple more times before speaking again. “Joon-ah and I brought you some blankets. And I think there might be some throat lozenges that we may have brought too.”

“Thank you, hyung.” Hoseok says gratefully, his voice cracking every other word. He must sound so pathetic.

Yoongi smiles, gummy and small. “Don’t mention it.”

Jin frowns. “There’s too many of you guys in this room! Namjoonie, Taehyungie, go home! Hoseokie needs his rest! And we’re still waiting for Jungkook-ah to return, god! Text Jimin-ah to not even show up at this point, I can’t believe he’s even late for this, Jesus Christ! Can make it to Chicago on time but not one building over from his my ass!”

Hoseok’s congested brain can’t even keep up with how fast his hyung is talking. He sniffles a couple more times and then reaches for another tissue. His throat tickles again and once he’s finished blowing his nose, he’s thrusted into another coughing fit. 

“Shoo!” Hoseok can make out Jin yelling before he collapses against his pillows, too tired to continue sitting up and following along to the conversation.

“Close your eyes.” Yoongi whispers, tracing his fingers down Hoseok’s cheekbones and over his forehead. “Jungkook-ah is still shopping and he’ll be back with the soup ingredients in a while. I’ll wake you up after Jin-hyung and I are finished.”

Hoseok nods faintly and that’s all he remembers before he fades out. 

♪♪♪♪

The sensation of his forehead being traced once more brings him back to consciousness. 

He keeps his eyes shut, relishing just how cooling the hand on his face feels. He lets out a tiny sigh and shifts in the bed slightly. 

The hand moves down to his eyes, which he hadn’t even realized were burning a bit from having been so exhausted earlier. Then, to the bridge of his nose, maybe in the hopes of loosening his congestion? It ends up doing just that, though not by much, but enough that he can breathe just a bit easier. 

And then a finger is tracing down the slope of his nose. Hoseok feels his breath hitch and his nose twitches. He needs to sneeze, and he needs to sneeze now.

He weakly reaches his hands up to gently swat the hand on his face away. He prays that whoever it is (most likely Yoongi due to the hand size) won’t feel offended. 

It isn’t much longer until Hoseok is sneezing, a congested sound due to just how stuffed up his nose is. It must be messy because Yoongi(?) presses a tissue directly to his nose as the second sneeze bursts out of him.

“Bless you.” Yoongi murmurs, waiting for Hoseok to blow into the tissue. He crumples it up once the dancer does and tosses it into the trash can into the corner of the room. 

Hoseok sniffles, feeling just as miserable as he was when he fell asleep. He slowly opens his eyes, which are slightly watering. Yoongi is sitting next to him, body angled above Hoseok’s to the side and he helps the dancer sit up. 

Once he’s sitting up, Hoseok feels the dizziness set in and he thinks he might be running more of a fever now. The congestion shifts in his nose and it isn’t long before he’s stifling a string of messy sneezes into a tissue. Yoongi starts running his fingers through his hair again, then hums softly. “You have a fever again.”

The dancer groans, but that irritates his throat, so he quickly shuts up. His nose is running again, even though he had just blown it. Yoongi presses another tissue to his nose and Hoseok blows into it, having lived with Yoongi for so long that he’s not even embarrassed at this point. The elder fixes Hoseok’s blanket so that it’s tighter and more around him and Hoseok nods gratefully. 

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asks. “Do you want some soup?”

Hoseok shakes his head. He feels a pit in his stomach and it’s making him nauseous. “No… what time is it?”

The elder glances at his phone. “Around seven o’clock. You’ve been asleep for the last couple of hours.” 

Hoseok brings the corner of the blanket up to cover his mouth as he coughs. He really feels worse than he did yesterday. He sniffles, but he can barely breathe through his nose since it’s so blocked. “I wanna go back to sleep.”

The elder rapper nods. “Okay. We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”

Hoseok nods and then he’s fading out again.

But sleep doesn’t really come easy.

♪♪♪♪

He’s back in Chicago in his trailer. He’s just seen J. Cole and although he couldn’t get a picture or even get his idol to notice him, at least he got to see him (from a distance). 

At least he’s here, breathing Chicago air and representing BTS and furthering the name of the group. Although Jimin couldn’t make it, he had gotten many “good luck’s” from his members. 

“Becky G just cancelled.” his manager states. “She got held up at the airport. We’ll just use a backing track, okay?”

Hoseok nods. They had made a backup plan for this scenario just in case she couldn’t make it and while it was a bummer, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that a featuring artist wouldn’t be able to make a performance. Artists are busy people. “Should I keep going with the choreography and keep it the way it is?”

His manager shakes his head. “No, we have another choreography planned for this. We don’t have time to teach you so follow the backup dancers’ lead.”

Huh?

All he can do is nod, however, because managers know best. He’s ushered to the corner of his trailer and handed an outfit to change into. It’s a pale pink and long, skin-tight hot pink pants. Hoseok holds in a breath. Were his and Jin’s wardrobes switched back in Korea? Was Jin now practicing in the outfit Hoseok had decided on for his performance. But there’s no time. He’s going to have to wear it.

“You look so ugly!” one of the makeup artists exclaims once he’s done changing. This brings in a crowd of staff. “Get his makeup done immediately, I can’t look at him like this!”

Another woman ushers him to a chair and quickly pushes him down. “Quick, quick. I need to fix your eyebrows. I might have to wax them a little.”

Hoseok whimpers. He hates the feeling of being waxed, despite having dealt with it for many years as an idol. 

“Fix his nose.” one makeup artist looks at him in disgust. “He has a huge pimple.”

Immediately, Hoseok covers his nose with his hand. He doesn’t feel anything …

“No time!” the manager yells. “He’s late! He needs to be on stage now!”

Hoseok’s wrist is grabbed and he’s yanked out of the chair and out the door of the trailer. His manager pushes him onto the lift that’s going to spring him onto the stage and starts a countdown on his fingers. Hoseok closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. 

“5 … 4 … 3 … 2 …”

Hoseok braces himself.

He jumps and it feels so freeing and when he lands he’s going to sing and he’s really so excited to see …

No one.

There’s no one there. 

The field is empty, it’s so empty that the security guards left. All of the park is closed down and inside, he can hear the faint sound of laughter. 

Is he being laughed at? He really doesn’t know.

His heart drops and he feels like crying. Why is no one here? Is he really that disappointing? He slowly walks down the stairs attaching his “box” and the stage. There really is no one here.

Then, he hears footsteps behind him and he spins around. Maybe this is all just a prank. Maybe everyone just happens to be in on this prank. 

“Look at you, so disappointing.” his manager says, tutting at him. 

Another person walks up and Hoseok can see that it’s Jin. “Didn’t you wonder why we couldn’t be bothered to come to Chicago with you?”

Hoseok reels back. That stings. He opens his mouth to reply but the entrance of another person cuts him off. This time, it’s his fifth grade math teacher and he has no clue how she got here. 

“Still so stupid.” she snarls. “Couldn’t do anything right back then and certainly can’t now.” 

“-seok.”

“No son of mine will dance on a stage.” his dad spits out.

“-seok.”

“So ugly, why did he even take his mask off?”

“-Hoseok”

“Why can’t he be more like me? Mom’s traveling to work without us just for him?”

“-up…!”

Hoseok lets out a sob and he falls to his knees as the people crowd around him and he claws at his hair and his chest is heaving and he can’t breathe and …!

“Baby, wake up!”

Hoseok’s eyes slam open and he knows he’s crying because he can feel the tears running down his cheeks and maybe it’s the fact that he feels infinitely worse that’s making him cry or it was just his nightmare but he really doesn’t know and he wants someone to hug him so badly.

Jin is staring down at him, brows creased and he looks so worried that Hoseok just wants to pat him on the back and tell him it’ll be okay, but he really doesn’t know. 

His head pounds and he can barely see straight. He coughs and his chest hurts. The congestion is also worse too and it feels like his nose is on fire. 

“We’re getting you help.” Jin says, a hint of panic in his voice. “Just relax, okay? Yoongi-ah is bringing the car around.”

He can’t recall if he says anything in response or not. Maybe a groan slips out but either way, Jin just looks even more worried. He feels his body being picked up and he’s carried somewhere, most likely the car. 

Whoever’s driving drives fast. Hoseok finds himself shivering and immediately, someone helps him sit up and he’s leaned against someone really warm. He’s thankful for that. 

He feels a burning in his chest and then he’s coughing, and it’s like he can’t stop. He’s gasping for breath and everything’s so hot, hot hot, and he feels like passing out. 

“Stay with me, okay?” Jin murmurs, worried. He’s sitting with Hoseok, so they must be in the backseat, and he gently pats Hoseok’s cheeks. But it’s not really working and Hoseok can feel himself slipping away anyways. 

The next time he really knows where he is, there’s two strangers looking down at him, who he presumes to be a doctor and a nurse, considering how they’re dressed. They must swab him or something because his nose feels like it’s burning and then he’s sneezing once, then twice, then three times and it takes him a few more seconds until the tickle eventually goes away. 

He shivers despite the hoodie he’s wearing. It’s large on him and it smells like Taehyung, so it must be Taehyung’s. He buries his nose into the collar of it and shuts his eyes once more. Jin rubs his back and he appreciates it. He feels so awful. 

The doctor must have left the room for the swab results because he comes back a moment later and Hoseok is finally, finally, gaining some awareness. Jin helps him sit up, but then his chest is heaving and he has to double over into a coughing fit.

“You have the flu, HobiHobi.” Jin says worriedly. “Did you feel that bad?”

Hoseok frowns. They already had the results? How lucid had he not been?

Jin seems to realize his confusion. “You were really out of it for maybe a half hour give or take. You’re a bit dehydrated, so until you finish that IV bag, you’re not going anywhere.”

The door to the room slams open and a wild looking Yoongi hurries into the room. “Is he alright? Is it pneumonia? Where is he!”

The eldest member pats Yoongi on the shoulder. “He’s right here. It’s a pretty bad case of the flu, but he’ll be okay.”

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. “You really worried me, Seok.”

“Sorry, hyung.” Hoseok murmurs, feeling the congestion still building up in his nose. 

No one speaks for a moment. Hoseok listens to the hum of the machinery and it starts to lull him to sleep. He’s feeling better with more fluids in him, and maybe this time he won’t have any nightmares. 

A hand cards through his hair and that’s it until he’s finally closing his eyes.

[magicshopaholic]

Flipped (Jimin x OC)

Summary: Jimin meets his childhood love in his childhood hometown.

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: Exes; humour, banter, flirting, fluff

Word count: 2.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none

A/N: I may as well have denounced editing. Still, I've been looking forward to this little drabble for a good while now, so here it is. Since it's a drabble, it can be read standalone. Set about three months after Near Misses and a couple of weeks after Helping Hands.

This contains a little detail from a super popular movie that I watched on a flight after forever so kudos to anyone who can identify it :)

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld

Listen to: "heart“ by stars

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The moment Jimin knew that he was in it, bad, was when he first saw Kim Sooah at a volleyball match.

It was against a neighbouring school and while the girls’ matches rarely pulled in the crowd that the boys’ matches did, somehow, the crowd was almost as large that day. Jimin attributed it to the fact that Sooah was playing; it was, after all, the only reason he was here.

That, and the fact that Taehyung had dragged him along. Although Jimin would never admit it to him, he was glad he came, for the atmosphere was incredible. There was at least a hundred people there, from several schools in the district, cheering and hooting with tiny bottles of water in their hands.

“Imagine if we get even half this crowd when we debut,” muttered Taehyung to him in a low voice. Despite the sardonic tone, Jimin could detect the longing in his statement.

His focus reverted to Sooah fairly quickly, however. The match was midway, as far as he could tell, and the girls on both teams were amped up and energetic and sweaty. Jimin didn’t even know which team was winning; all he could tell was that Sooah looked serious and in concentration as her team gathered before a serve, discussing something and pointing vaguely at each other.

Her hair was in a ponytail at the top of her head, the ends damp and sticking to the back of her neck. Jimin watched in awe and something else as she brushed it away absently, exposing the glowing skin and making his cheeks heat up. Her legs were lean and toned under her shorts as she jogged on the spot, but when his gaze moved up to her face, he frowned.

Was she crying? It was a hot day, but her nose was red. Even from this distance, it was unmistakable, the redness at the tip and the sniff that followed it. But her eyes seemed dry… Jimin watched in confusion as she sneezed and one of her team members snickered and patted her shoulder comfortingly, while Sooah rolled her eyes but smiled back, tapping her nose with a cupped hand.

It happened one more time - the sneeze, the sniff, the tapping of her nose which seemed to be a habit she wasn’t even aware of – before Jimin realised what it was. It was allergies. Kim Sooah - perfect, popular, dream girl Kim Sooah - had allergies. To what, he did not know, but he could recognise the signs and moreover, could feel his chest fill up with a warm admiration and amusement that despite being a bit of a hot mess, she’d not only shown up to play but was visibly enthusiastic and focused on the game.

The team dispersed and got into their positions, Sooah somewhere on the side as her teammate got ready to serve. Just before play resumed, Sooah sneezed again.

And Jimin’s heart flipped.

—

The sky is still light when the sun disappears over the horizon, across Sooah’s parents’ house. She snaps a picture that does the sight no justice and stretches her legs where she’s sitting on the pavement in front of the house. The street is quiet and empty, which is why even the slightest movement causes her to look up.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re in Busan the same weekend you knew I’d be here.” Jimin raises his eyebrows as he approaches her, a smug hint of a smile on his face.

His hair is a gorgeous silvery blond for the upcoming Europe leg of his tour. He’d sent her a picture of it while the stylist was still colouring it, and Sooah had spent the rest of the night wondering if it would feel like silk.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re on this street when your parents’ house is two blocks away.”

He smiles sheepishly and sits next to her, smelling clean and light and floral. “Totally a coincidence.”

“Same here.” She nudges his shoulder with hers. “How’s tour going?”

“You aren’t keeping up on social media?” He feigns shock. “I’m hurt, Sooah.”

“I have a job now. I can’t remain a teenage fangirl forever.” But she gives him a playful smile along with it, which he returns.

“So this is where you lived before Seoul, huh,” he remarks after a few moments. “One of my childhood friends used to live right down this street, somewhere at the end.”

“We might have crossed paths, too,” she offers.

“Nah, I would remember.” He plays absently with the loose laces of her shoe. “But I’m glad you moved to Seoul when you did.”

“I’m glad you did, too.” Sooah feels her stomach flutter slightly at the memory. “I wish you’d introduced yourself sooner.”

“We were in the same class, Kim Sooah,” he points out. “You could have noticed sooner.”

She nods, not missing the defensive note. “Yeah, I could’ve. Sorry.”

There is silence for a minute during which Sooah looks out at the horizon in her childhood neighbourhood, sitting beside her childhood love.

“Taehyung told me you went to Jeju with Hyeri and her gang a couple of weeks ago.”

“I did. It was nice. A little hot, but fun.”

“Yeah? Partied hard?”

“Kind of.” A smile flashes across her face. “It’s getting harder to pull all-nighters in my old age.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he says teasingly, before pausing. “I heard you guys booked a whole villa.”

“Hyunjin got a great deal on Airbnb or something so he booked it. It was huge.”

“That’s cool. I heard all the couples got their own rooms.”

“They did.”

“Hmm.” He nods. “Rooming is overrated.”

“I agree. I don't think I managed a single shower in my room before the hot water got over.”

There’s the distant sound of children playing in the park down a couple of streets over. Sooah glances at Jimin out of the corner of her eye; he’s looking straight at the horizon, his jawline sharp and eyes partially hidden by his bangs.

“Glad you had fun, I guess,” he says after a moment, still staring ahead.

“Yeah. Hyeri is a much better friend than a roommate, though, for future reference.”

She doesn’t pretend to miss how he visibly catches on. “For future reference?” he asks. “You mean in case I ever want to room with Hyeri?”

“You never know. I know how much you love rooming with friends from high school.”

Jimin nods, but Sooah doesn’t miss the twitch at the corner of his mouth. He glances at Sooah and presumably sees her much more obvious smile, and rolls his eyes. “I hate you,” he states, shaking his head but failing to hide his sheepish grin.

Sooah giggles. “Jesus Christ, Chim. If you want to know if I’m single, just ask.”

A small patch of pink appears on his cheek. “Historically, that hasn’t always given me the answer I want.”

“Let’s try it. Repeat after me: ‘Sooah, are you in a relationship?’”

He gives her a look but decides to humour her. “Sooah, are you in a relationship?” he asks deliberately.

“No, Jimin, I am not. But hopefully I will be, soon enough. Are you in a relationship?”

“This is a coincidence but I’m not either. But if things go well, I’m hoping I will be, too.”

“Interesting. Why aren’t you right now?”

“Well, the girl I have a thing for is a bit of an enigma, if I’m being honest.” Jimin tosses his hair out of his eyes and smirks slightly. “She’s very popular and we never seem to get the timing right.”

Sooah can’t help but smile, feeling her face soften at the confession. “You’re bound to, eventually. Right?”

He nods slowly, his grin fading but not all the way. “I hope so. The problem is…” He looks away and ducks his head. “I don’t know. I guess part of me always feels like a quiet nerd around her, no matter how much time passes.”

“Lucky for you, I have a thing for cute and shy nerds,” she says after a moment, dropping all pretense and resisting the urge to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“M-hm. Even when they get all ripped and start wearing designer clothes and have hoards of fans in love with them,” she says, “I find myself very fond of the person they are underneath all that.”

Jimin swallows and lets out a soft chuckle, before meeting her gaze, his eyes swimming with a hundred different thoughts. “I really feel like I’ve messed it up too many times with her, though,” he admits quietly.

Sooah nudges his shoulder again and this time rests her head on it as well. “She might share some of the blame for that, too,” she murmurs. “But you’ll never know if you don’t try.” She feels him nod, slowly, and she holds her breath as he starts to say something. Instead, she suddenly sneezes.

“Oh, God, no,” she grumbles, brushing strands of hair out of her face. “What - what is that? Are you wearing a new perfume or something? Because I think I might be allergic. What?” she asks, catching sight of his big grin that only widens when she frowns.

“You do this thing when you get your allergies,” he tells her. “This thing with your hand.”

“What thing?”

“Like this.” He mimics it, tapping his nose with his cupped hand. “It’s extremely cute.”

Sooah feels her face heat up in both pleasure and embarrassment. “Oh. I didn’t realise.”

“I know. But you’ve always done it. You did it when you were front row at our debut,” he reminds her.

At this, she smiles as well, reliving the old but clear memory. “Yeah, I was having allergies then, too. Can’t believe you noticed me in the crowd.”

“It was, like, thirty people.”

She nods in agreement, but then shrugs. “You still put on a hell of a show, Chimmy.”

“Shut up,” he mutters bashfully. “You should come for a concert now. There are actual lightsticks so you don’t have to wave the torch on your Nokia.” He flashes her a smile. “I’ll send you a flying kiss from the stage. The other girls there will hate you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she says dryly. “Although I think it might be harder to spot me in a crowd of thirty thousand.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll always spot you.”

Sooah’s heart flips. “I might just take you up on that offer. But you have enough girls in the front row, chasing after you.”

The same grins flickers on his face before he looks down at the road. “As long as you’re the only one who comes backstage with me, I’m good.”

“Really? You don’t think we’ve grown out of making out backstage after your show?”

“Never. We even have private rooms now. Where do you think Taehyung and Namjoon disappear for twenty minutes after every show?”

“And you want to join the club?”

“Depends. Are you joining me backstage?”

“Depends. Are you asking me to join you backstage?”

Jimin sighs hugely, giving her a look the whole time. “We can’t just let anyone backstage, you know? They only started making exceptions once Namjoon and Kaya started dating. Jungkook isn’t allowed to bring his flings back there either.”

“So it depends on whether I’m a girlfriend or a fling?” Her stomach flutters with anxiety at her own words. “Choose wisely, Jimin.”

The half-hearted smile tells Sooah that he’s picked up on the loaded statement. I feel like I’ve messed it up too many times, though. She bites her lip at the reminders, the slew of memories of both she and him drawn to each other multiple times, only to push each other away before anything could come of it.

On the pavement, Jimin slips his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d be the guy to whom Kim Sooah says yes twice.”

She bites her lip and smiles, wide. His fingers feel steady in between hers. “Sometimes it happens,” she says, tilting her head up and meeting him in a soft kiss. “Yes,” she whispers, her eyes staying closed, their noses still brushing against each other. 

Jimin doesn’t pull away immediately, but she feels him squeeze her hand. “Will I see you at the next show then?” he murmurs. “I can get you a ticket.”

“Front row?”

“I’ll be looking for you,” he promises, pressing a kiss to her forehead before sitting back in his original position but somehow feeling closer than before.

Sooah nods in assent. Sitting before her childhood home with her childhood love, she drops her head on his shoulder. A moment later, she feels his head rest on hers.

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[mrs-monaghan]

https://twitter.com/lovemazejikook/status/1693870514878685548?s=20

Tbh here tae knew Jimin more than JK lol. JK seems like he forgot about his allergy and was surprised to remember it while even Joon and Hobi knew it.

Yoooooo that last one though. He's all up in there. Is he on allergy meds or something? He never acts like he's allergic which is why most people in the fandom dont even know that he is.

But back to your question. Talked to a couple of friends and we all agreed that JK did not look like he forgot. JK answered the question in accordance to what he knows of his boyfriend. And that's the fact that Jimin loves cats. So If Jimin was to choose to be in a room with an animal he would choose a cat. And we would all give the same answer JK did.

Idk what your agenda is but JK knows Jimin very, very well.

Excuse you

[i-am-baechu]

✿ Summary: There’s something about seeing the woman you’re  “dating” in lace and Taehyung couldn’t help himself 

✿ Pairing: Established relationship (kind of established lol); Idol! Taehyung x Barista! Reader 

✿ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

✿ Genre: Established relationship(ish), smut, and fluff

✿ Warnings: Smut and swearing

✿ Part of, ‘That Irish Barista series 

Taehyung saw himself as a reasonable man. He didn’t think he was overly horny if anything he thought he had a low sex drive. He didn’t think about sex or anything sexual because he thought it was a waste of time. That all changed when Y/N entered his life. The way Y/N was shy but also bratty towards him turned him on. She let him dominate her but at the same time, she had her side comments. They haven’t even had sex yet and he knew it would be the best in his life. Shit, a couple of days ago Y/N came over and gave him the best blow job that he had received in his life. She was something else. 

Today she was visiting and it was the perfect time. Everyone was out and it was just him at the hotel so naturally, he invited her. Every time he invited her over for a date, there was a small part of him that he thought she was going to deny it. He didn’t have a practical reason to think that way but his insecurities told him otherwise. He was also lucky because every time he asked her out it was her day off. He thought it was the universe helping him or in Jimin’s words “The universe wants you to get laid”. 

He ordered an abundance of baby breaths (her favorite) and he spread it around the room. He wanted the room to look nice for her. His room looked like a floral shop. He ran towards the mirror to take a final look at his outfit. He wanted something casual because she never saw him in that type of attire. It was a black crew neck shirt and black pants with his hair pushed back a bit to show off his forehead. He heard a knock at his door and he took a deep breath. He wiped his hands on his pants and went to open the door. There she was in a black slip-dress with a checkered cardigan. She tilted her head at him with a smile, “Oh, we match.” 

He looked her up and down but his eyes lingered on her bare legs. He bit his lip and nodded his head, “Yeah we match...oh before you come in, close your eyes.” 

“You're not going to hurt me, right?” 

“I mean if you're into that.”

“Taehyung no.” 

She closed her eyes as he gently grabbed her hand, bringing her into the room. He closed the door and made sure it was locked shut before he moved her forward. When they were in the middle of the room, they were surrounded by flowers. He took a deep breath and gently let go of her hands, “Open your eyes.” 

She opened them and her mouth dropped at the scene. The number of baby breaths was crazy and she looked at him with wide eyes, “Oh my god Tae. It’s so beautiful...thank god I took my allergy pill.” 

He let out a small laugh and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, “I’m glad you like it-” Before he said anything else he glanced down and was greeted with the perfect view of her cleavage along with the light pink lace that cupped her breast. He quickly pulled back and let out a small cough, “D-Did you eat?” 

“I had some Chinese food with Julia...I also wanted to surprise you with something.” 

“Oh?” 

“Close the blinds...”

He raised his eyebrows at her but nodded his head. He shut the blinds and the only light that was in the room was the one above them. He turned around with his arms crossed and tilted his head in curiosity, “What now?” 

“I want you to sit on the edge of the bed.”

“Oh, are you ordering me around now?”

He watched her face turn red and she looked away, “I-I just want to surprise you with something...shut up before I change my mind.” 

“Whatever my lady wants, she gets.” He walked to his bed and felt her eyes on his back but he decided not to look at her. She was already shy, he didn’t want to ruin whatever she was going to do. He sat on the bed with his legs wide open and he looked at her with a smug look, “Surprise me, baby.” 

She let out a loud gasp and covered her mouth when she realized what she did. He didn’t acknowledge it and that made her feel better. She started unbuttoning her cardigan and his eyes widened when he realized what she was doing. She was giving him a show, what a tease. He put his hand up stopping her from removing the dress making her look at him with confusion. He got up from his bed and headed to his suitcase as she watched. 

When he came back, he had a camcorder and she gave him a ‘what the fuck’ look. He sat on the bed and turned on the camera as she watched, “Why the hell do you have that?”

“I like to record nature.” 

“I’m not nature...”

He let out a chuckle and leaned back to get her full body in the viewfinder, “Humor me, darling.” 

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head at him. She slowly slid the dress straps down her arms, letting the satin dress pool at her ankles. Taehyung glanced away from the viewfinder to look at her with him biting his lip, “Fuck baby.”

She was dressed in light pink lace that had a garter belt. The lace hugged her body perfectly and the belt made him want to rip it off of her. He really wanted to fuck her but he will be patient for the sake of their relationship. She looked at him and clapped her hands doing a ‘ta da’ motion, “Do you like it?” 

“I fucking love it, baby.”

“Fucking better...it took me forever to put this shit on.” 

He let out a small laugh and tossed the camera on the bed. He pushed his body to sit on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and pulled the garter around her thigh snapping it against her skin. She let out a small moan and he smirked at this, “Oh, so you do like pain?”

“Sh-shut up.” 

“There’s no shame here baby.”

“I-I-I....change the subject.” He did it again and she let out another moan. She sent him a glare and slapped his hands away from her thigh, “Stop doing that before I punch you.” 

“Kinky.”

“Fucking christ.” In a rush, Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist and tossed her onto the bed. She let out a groan and sent another glare as he looked at her with a teasing smile, “If I hit my head on the fucking headboard-” 

“You didn’t, so shut up.” 

Without saying anything else, Taehyung went straight to her pussy. Ripping the lace away and he smirked when he saw the wetness. She felt her pussy clench when she saw the heated look that was painted on his face. She spread her legs wider for him and leaned down to spread her lips for him. He looked at her and let out a laugh, “Someones horny.” 

“That's why I’m wearing lace, now hurry up.” 

He rolled his eyes and slapped her thigh and her back arched at the slap, “Don’t tell me what to do, baby.” 

He leaned forward and left an open kiss right on her clit. She moaned loudly at this and clenched the sheets around her, “Do that again~.”

“You mean this?” He kissed her clit again and then started to lick all over her. Her moans echoed through the room and he kept licking all over her clit. She was writhing underneath his tongue and she knew all those fanfics about him were right. He would circle the bud as he sucked and it made her toes curl, “Fuck, baby~.” 

She let go of the sheets and brought her fingers to his hair, pushing him further into her, “Fuck Tae!” 

Before she could feel bliss, he pulled away. She whipped her head at him and glared at him, panting, “W-What the-the hell!?” 

He didn’t say anything to her and shrugged his shoulders. Before she could protest, he reached down and lightly spanked her clit. She jumped at the touch but she was moaning at the sudden pleasure. She had never experienced this before and she wasn’t going to tell him to stop. He leaned forward and placed small kisses along her chest, making sure to leave a stupid amount of hickeys. As he placed kisses up her neck and he reached down to lightly smack her clit again. This triggered her orgasm and cuss words left her mouth as Taehyung continued to kiss her neck. 

She let out a loud groan when he kissed behind her ear and gently tapped his shoulder. He pulled away and looked at her with his face slightly red. She smiled at him and then she glanced at the ripped lace on the bedroom floor, “Neh...that underwear was Nikki’s....you're going to have to replace that.” 

“Y/N, what the hell?”

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her

Chapter Summary: The members notice the tension between Jennie and Jungkook. Jennie shuts down dating rumors from AllKpop. Jungkook vents to Jimin about his feelings for Jennie

Words: 4,000+

Author's Note: FYI, Jungkook will confess to Jennie (OC) when it's January 2016 in the story, hope it's worth the wait. :)

-------- Jennie had kept her responses to Jimin and Tae's questions to a minimum, telling them that she just wasn't up for eating any smarties, once she came out of the shower. But the 95 Liners knew something was up and didn't pressure her. When Jimin left, Taehyung turned off the lights so he and Jennie could sleep.

In the middle of the night, he heard her sniffing in bed. He was fully aware that something was wrong and it pained him to see her so upset. Pushing the covers off him, he decided to join her bed instead, laying down behind her.

"Ennie...please stop crying." His warm body wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

After a while, her sniffing stopped. Turning around, she rested her head against his chest and started to fall asleep again.

The next morning, Jennie posted a short video on Twitter just before the members headed out to the concert venue. "Hey, hey!" She smiled and waved at the camera. "Chicago, get ready! The concert is tonight! Can't wait to see you!"

Soon as she posted it, some ARMY noticed that the way she was talking, was not as cheerful as it usually was, and began to ask questions.

'Jennie, do you have allergies?? Your eyes look a little pink.'

'Jennie!! You look so tired. Don't stay up too late!"

'Queen, get some rest!'

'Why does she sound so sad?'

'Don't make assumptions, she's probably just tired from all the traveling and touring'

'I don't know...but something seems wrong :/'

'Munchkin, are you okay?'

'Guys, she's probably just tired from the tour.'

Not too long later, Jungkook shared a selfie on Twitter, and ARMY began to notice that he didn't look too happy, either.

'You look sad!'

'Okay, both our Maknaes look upset, wtf happened?'

'Both of their eyes look a little puffy. Did something happen between them?'

'Oh no, please don't tell me the 97 Liners got into a fight'

'That's impossible, JenKook are inseparable!'

'But JenKook never argue!'

'Maybe Jennie is still sad about the fan meet being canceled?'

'But she was happy that she saw the fans, it should be fine'

The car ride to the venue was different this time. The members felt the tension in the car. Everyone was talking but Jennie and Jungkook, which was rare because they always used to say at least something.

"Right, Jungkookie?" Jimin laughed at a joke Taehyung had said.

"Huh?" The Golden Maknae looked up from his phone. He looked somewhat lost and indifferent.

"Jungkook, are you all right?" Sejin asked. 

Jungkook just nodded in response and went back to his phone. Taehyung and Jimin glanced at each other with worry.

What was wrong with him?

Diana had been watching Jennie, who had a resting bitch face, and she looked annoyed about something.

"You all right, boo?" Diana asked.

"Mm hm." Jennie responded vaguely and continued to scroll through her phone.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Hey, what's up with you two? You're quieter than usual." Namjoon watched the Maknaes.

"No reason." Jennie shrugged.

When they arrived at the venue, they did a quick rehearsal of the concert to clean up any choreography. When it came time for War of Hormone, Jennie and Jungkook remembered that they were going to be dancing together.

"Uh...can we not dance this time for War of Hormone?" Jungkook requested.

"I agree," Jennie added.

"What the hell...?" Jimin abruptly exclaimed in English, looking around in confusion.

Did they just request to not dance together for War of Hormone?

"Hey." Hobi approached Yoongi after watching Jenkook talk to Mr. Son. "Something is going on between those two. When I went to get your headphones, something was off. I know you said you didn't want to go get them yourself, but what actually happened before you left?"

Yoongi let out a sigh. "These kids...I thought they would've resolved it..."

Once the concert came along, it was clear that something was off between Jenkook due to the way they acted whenever they were near each other. Despite trying their best to stay professional and not let any behind the scenes drama come on stage, ARMY were watching closely and tweeted about it, hoping that they will make up soon.

'JenKook haven't even glanced at each other at all! Not one look!'

'It's so weird not seeing them together.'

'It's weird not seeing any interaction. I'm sad.'

'They're my biggest ship. I'm freaking tf out!'

'I'm sad they didn't dance for war of hormone, it's my favorite moment of the song!'

At the hotel, Jimin and Taehyung decided to plan for JenKook to talk to each other and talk it out. Jungkook was gaming with Jimin in the room they shared. Taehyung told Jennie that they would be visiting Jimin because he wanted to talk to her about something. But as soon as Tae and Jennie walked in, she noticed Jungkook in the room.

"What is he doing here?"

"What is she doing here?"

The 95 Liners heard the 97 Liners complain.

"Because I am so sick of this! What is going on!?" Jimin yelled, placing the controller down and standing up. "I want you to stop fighting! Yoongi told me what happened! I am very disappointed in the both of you! You two make each other happy, so stop fighting!"

"Tell that to petty bunny boy over there..." Jennie grumbled.

Jungkook shot her a look of annoyance. "Don't start."

"You started it." She shrugged.

"You did first, you ditched me."

"I forgot! I didn't ditch! You ditched me! You purposely didn't show up, you bunny ass!"

Jimin let out a yelp at the name calling as he freaked out, watching them argue.

"Can I punch him?" Jennie asked with irritation.

"No!" Jimin exclaimed.

"You can't punch me," Jungkook remarked.

"And why not?" Jennie raised a brow.

"Because I'm the golden maknae." He teased, grinning cockily.

"Listen you little shit!" she grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. 

Jungkook ducked with ease but was attacked when she ran up and began to hit him with another pillow. He managed to grab a pillow by a seat to hit her back, as they commenced an aggressive pillow fight.

Taehyung started laughing out loud, while Jimin watched in horror and started yelling, trying to break them up. Taehyung began to cheer Jennie on, watching with amusement.

"Tae! Help me! Stop watching and help me!" Jimin yelled.

The sound of Jimin panicking caused Jennie and Jungkook to share a laugh, ceasing their pillow fight, and dropping their pillows. JenKook glanced at each other and started thinking about how much they missed laughing and having fun together.

Their thoughts were interrupted when they heard Jimin whine because they were fighting, "Ahhhh!! This was not part of the plan!"

"What plan?" JenKook questioned in confusion, causing Jimin's stomach to drop and Taehyung to give him a look of alarm.

"For you to be the best of friends!" he smoothly covered his tracks. "How long have you two been friends? You two have special places in each other's hearts. You two just need to talk it out. Speak like adults. What do you say?"

Jennie and Jungkook glanced at each other. After a moment, they came up with an answer.

"No." They both responded while Jennie left with Taehyung following her.

Jimin sighed loudly. "Why are you two a bunch of stubborn teenagers?"

Later that night, Jennie, in a calmer mood, stayed in her room with Taehyung, watching one of her shows on her laptop. She noticed that Tae kept staring at her sadly which caused her to sigh and take off her headphones.

"What is it?" She asked as he gave her another puppy dog look. "What? Stop that. T-Tae!"

"Please talk to Jungkook."

"I don't want to. He probably doesn't even want to talk to me anyway."

"Ennie, he always wants to talk to you. Look, I know it's annoying but friends fight. And we say things that we don't mean. Remember that bad fight I got into with Jimin? And you know how close we are. Took a few days to apologize and now we're fine. And remember that time you argued with Yoongi? You two wanted nothing to do with each other but then you two made up a few days later? And one day, you and I are going to disagree. But we still love each other and are a family." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Don't you miss his bunny smiles and laughs? You two gaming together? Him hugging you? Holding you? Singing to you?"

Jennie had to admit that she missed all of that and more. "Lowkey...yeah."

"How are you feeling with this?"

"I just wish I handled the situation better. I'm upset with myself for how I acted. I remember seeing the hurt on his face from those things I said. I never want to see that again..." She frowned. "Seeing him hurt, hurt a lot more than those other things he said when he was mad at me. It kind of breaks my heart to see him so sad. I'm just feeling a little stubborn. Like it's his fault. Like he's the wrong one, but it's not just his fault. It's mine too. I just want some space, right now. I'll talk to him...eventually. Right now, let me chill and have time to think. I don't want to talk to him while I'm still in my feelings. Give it another day or two and I should talk to him. Maybe then we can discuss it like adults."

Meanwhile, with Jimin, he stayed with Jungkook, watching him play video games. He patiently waited for him to speak up about Jennie and kept staring at him until he got annoyed.

"What?" Jungkook snapped.

"I think it's time to realize what's going on here," Jimin brought up.

"What are you talking about?"

"You like her. Plain and simple, Jungkookie."

"I don't like her..." He grumbled.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't." He raised his voice.

"Yes, you do," Jimin responded sternly.

"No, I don't."

Jimin let out a sigh, watching the Golden Maknae get angrier. "Jungkookie, stop lying. I see it on your face. So just admit it. Don't just give up like this. I have seen the way you look at her...you've never looked at anyone like that before...there must be a reason why you stare at her so passionately. There must be a reason your smile gets bigger when you're happy with her. There must be a reason I see all this jealousy on your face when she is much closer than usual with Kevin, Bam Bam, or any other guy. That's not a coincidence. You make it so painfully obvious, I'm surprised she doesn't know."

"Enough, Jimin!" Jungkook shouted with frustration. "I'm not lying, so stop telling me how I feel! I don't like her, okay!? So back off!"

Jimin shrugged in defeat and stood up. "Fine. I'm not even going to pressure you into it. I'll wait until you realize your feelings. Hopefully, it won't be too late by the time you realize."

While walking to the door, Jimin heard the last bit of what Jungkook had murmured, "...her..."

Turning around, Jimin raised a brow. "What?"

"I said...I think I love her." Jungkook admitted in a soft voice.

A smile came across Jimin's face as he walked back to the bed. "Why do you think you love her?"

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed with him. Their feet were on the carpet, while Jungkook leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs.

The Golden Maknae shook his head, letting his cards out on the table. 

No turning back now. 

There was no avoiding this.

"It's stupid, right? Insane? A crazy thought since we've been friends for years, now? I shouldn't be...I really shouldn't be falling for my best friend. I thought this was just some silly crush and I'd get over it after a few weeks but no...my feelings for her have only gotten stronger."

"It's risky, I know." The Maknae went on. "What if she doesn't feel the same? Will it be awkward? Will our friendship change? We're in a group together. How will it work? What would happen if we date? How will ARMY react? What would happen if the media found out two members of a group were dating? I've thought about it all. I've thought about everything. But she's...she's worth it. And I won't let anyone or anything discourage me if she becomes mine."

Jimin was pleased with Jungkook finally admitting his feelings as he watched him sit up straight. 

Jungkook turned his head to him. "I want her. I want her to be mine. I never wanted someone so badly until she came along."

Hearing that, made Jimin smile wider. It was music to his ears to hear him say how much he wanted Jennie. He was not expecting Jungkook to tell him anything, so this was a treat. 

And long overdue.

Jimin observed the Golden Maknae. He was turning 18 soon and so was Jennie. Jungkook matured and grew to become a man. Girls were always swooning over him. Jungkook could probably get any girl he wanted, but he only wanted one girl.

Jennie.

Hearing him wanting to call Jennie his, made Jimin think of how manly Jungkook was becoming as he watched him think about her. It brought joy to his heart to see the Golden Maknae admit that he's fallen in love. And Jimin fully supported the fact that Jungkook wanted to date her.

"When did you start liking her?" Jimin asked.

"I started liking her when we started going to SOPA together. It was just a silly crush. It wasn't supposed to go that far. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with her. Falling in love with her just...it just happened. I couldn't control it. I tried to get over her, so we could just remain friends but it was harder than I expected. It's so damn frustrating because sometimes she's all I think about. I feel so comfortable around her, too. She always encourages me and motivates me to do better. She never judges me or anyone else. She's simply one of a kind in my eyes."

Jimin nodded, gesturing him to keep going.

"I know it's cheesy but the smallest things she does...like the way her nose would twitch cutely, it gives me the urge to kiss it. The way she eats, her cheeks would get bigger, resembling a cute hamster. And her smile is one of the cutest things I've ever seen." He let out a low chuckle at the thought of it. "She always looks out for us and dedicates her time to BTS. She gets prettier every day. And I can't stop thinking about kissing her. It's getting harder to restrain myself, Jimin."

'I can tell.' Jimin thought to himself.

"But...all those things I said when we argued...I...I really hurt her." Jungkook murmured sadly. "I don't deserve her. What kind of man am I to say those things to her? I...I didn't mean any of it. I just wanted to win the argument. And I just...I get so jealous when she's closer than usual to other guys because I think she's going to date them. I feel like I'm never going to build up the courage to ask her out, one day. She even gave back the friendship ring I gave her. I'm a pretty shitty friend, huh? So how could I be her boyfriend? I promised to cherish her and I ended up lashing out at her. Telling her that I wished she acted like our friends in GFriend instead. She probably doesn't even want anything to do with me."

"And now here I am, in love with my best friend. Jimin, I'm scared to tell her because we've been friends for so long and I don't want to ruin anything. And I'm just not sure if she would ever want to date me. Has she even thought of me like that? As a potential boyfriend like I always have?" He wondered.

"Sometimes it's worth to take that risk, Jungkookie," Jimin responded.

"I know." He stood up. "If...if I was man enough to ask her...to ask her to be mine and if she would say yes to me, I'd be the best boyfriend she'd ever had. She'd always be happy. I'll make sure of it. I'm not good at expressing my feelings but my actions, they can do the talking." 

Jungkook realized that he just told Jimin his feelings for Jennie and looked at him with dread.

"Jimin, please don't tell the hyungs."

Jimin let out a laugh at the sight of him panicking. "Relax. Look, Taehyung and I already know you love her. We've been watching you two for a while. It's pretty frustrating that you haven't made a real move on her yet. But don't worry. Things are going to be just fine, Jungkookie. Look, right now, we're busy with the tour. For now, just relax and act normal around her. You two will be together soon."

"Like that'll ever happen..." Jungkook shook his head.

"Good things happen to those who wait. Let me handle this. For now, continue to work on a way to apologize to her."

"A simple sorry isn't going to work, Jimin."

"It's best to think from the heart. I know you'll figure out something. When you do, let me know and I'll help if I can." Jimin said, making Jungkook feel hopeful for the future.

For now, with things hectic with the Red Bullet Tour, Jimin thought it would be best to begin his mission near the end of the year. He thought about an early New Year's Resolution. Get JenKook together. Now he needed to think of what to do for Phase 1. He was going to have a good talk with Taehyung about this. 

His ship will be sailing very soon.

-----

When BTS arrived in LA, Jennie met up with Angelina, going out for a Dunkin' Donuts run.

Walking out of the store with a big bag of donuts and two cups of coffee, they noticed the long drive thru line of cars.

"You gotta be kidding." Angelina laughed.

"I need to get this on film." Jennie took out her phone and started recording. 

"All them damn cars! I'm glad we went inside. Okay, look how friggin' long the drive thru line is at Dunkin Donuts. We got a problem, people. We got our donuts in ten seconds by going inside. It takes them ten minutes to get their stuff. This is why I go inside."

"Go inside people! Save time!" Angelina shouted in the video. "And I highly recommend getting donuts in the morning when they're nice and fresh. You'll taste the difference and thank me later!"

Once Jennie posted the video on her Instagram, tagging Angelina with the caption, 'Just go inside!!!', ARMY started commenting about Jungkook on her page.

'Are you and Jungkook OK?'

'Did you and Jungkook have a fight? You two didn't even dance together for War of Hormone, I was anticipating that all night during the Chicago concert.'

'Munchkin, are you okay???'

'Is it true you're dating Kevin? How long have you been dating?'

'Please tell me you're on good terms with Jungkook. 97 Liners, I need you two to be OK!'

'Whatever is going on between you and Jungkook, I hope it's resolved soon.'

'Lol wonder how Bam Bam will react to her and Kevin dating'

'I thought you and Jimin were dating! My ship is ruined!'

'She's dating Kevin, guys!'

'Lol, they're "onto" us.' Kevin commented on her page with sarcasm.

This was starting to get ridiculous at how people assume people are dating just because they're hanging out with each other. There is a thing called friendship but clearly, that does not exist because everywhere you turn around, there's another dating rumor.

Once Jennie got into the car with Angelina, they went on the road.

'Lmaoooo I knew this nonsense would happen.' Jennie commented back to Kevin and went to the ALLKPOP article about the false speculation.

Guess a guy and girl can't be friends these days without anyone wildin out over them allegedly dating.

BTS' Jennie rumored to be dating

Miss Bangtan might be off the market.

There are speculations going around stating that BTS' Jennie is dating fellow BTS American Hustle Life friend, Kevin. The rumors were first started by fans who watched their close interaction at JFK Airport when they shared an intimate hug that was captured by fans eagerly waiting for BTS' arrival.

The two were spotted in Chicago, at a local skate park and were seen by fans who took photos with them. Kevin was also seen attending one of BTS' concerts to support Jennie. More speculations arose when fans noticed their eye contact and longer than usual hand holding at the hi touch after the concert. Big Hit Entertainment is yet to respond to the speculations.

"Unbelievable..." Jennie complained.

"What happened?" Angelina asked. Once Jennie read the article out loud, she began laughing. "That's nuts!"

Jennie retweets AllKpop's article with a simple, 'WRONG. #EnoughAlready #LetAChickBreathe #MindYourBusiness #Jen' which killed the rumor instantly...for now.

ARMY immediately began to comment things like, 'DRAG EM!' as they read her shutting down the rumor. She soon trended on Twitter from the tweet as well.

Arriving at a local dance studio, Jennie and Angelina caught up while dancing to pass the time. Jennie let her in on the various concert stories and the prank war that had been going on between the members. Angelina told her about how great her fans have been with supporting her album and was looking forward to releasing the second one in due time.

"Hey, you seem a little tense. Everything all right?" Angelina pointed out.

"Not really." Miss Bangtan shrugged. "Uh, Jungkook and I...had a fight."

"Damn, really? You and Kook? Seriously? That's...wow. What happened?"

Once she told her what happened, Jennie went on, "And then this one maid, super nice, she approached me, asked what was wrong. She started talking about how she's dealt with arguments like that with her husband. And she also thought Jungkook was my boyfriend."

"Oh really?" Angelina raised a brow, beginning to grin.

"Stop. It's not that." She tried to explain.

"Do you think Jungkook is hot?" Angelina asked out of the blue.

"What?" Jennie asked, widening her eyes. 

That came out of nowhere.

"You know...do you think Jungkook is hot? I mean, you have to admit, he's getting more handsome these days. Puberty hit him like a truck. I've been seeing all these tweets about him and girls are swooning over this guy. I can't blame them, he's attractive. Whoever will be his girlfriend in the future will be pretty damn lucky to have him as a boyfriend. Because one, he's cute. Two, he's very sweet and respectful and three, although he seems shy, I think he'll be a very passionate guy. Don't you think?"

"Oh my gosh." Jennie covered her face while Angelina laughed. "Why are you bringing this up? Are you implying something?"

"Maybe. You ever thought about it? Dating him? You two kissed once. Ever thought about kissing him again since he's a man, now? Don't you think he's manly?"

"I mean..." Jen trailed off, looking at the floor. 

Angelina was starting to give her weird thoughts, now.

"How would you feel if he started dating someone? Would you get a little jealous? He'll focus more of his time with his girlfriend, not you, y'know."

"If he's happy, I'm happy." She shrugged.

Angelina playfully smacked her on the arm. "Bitch, stop lyin', you know you gonna drag a hoe if she steals your man away. I know you."

"He's not my man, Ang."

"Well, you're protective of the guy. Don't you think he's cute?"

"Yes, Ang, I do. I always have."

"Do you think he's sweet?"

"Always. Where is this coming from?"

"I'm just a little curious." The rapper shrugged. "I watch the Bangtan bombs and all. You two have a cute little thing going on. I mean, you do with all the members but with him, it's the cutest to me." 

Jennie began to ponder.

Yeah, she thought he was handsome. Who wouldn't? But the thought of dating him? Her best friend?

"I haven't actually thought of dating him until you brought it up. But I mean, we're best friends. Wouldn't that ruin a friendship?" She reflected.

"What if it doesn't?"

"I care about him a lot. I dunno, he makes me feel things I never felt before. It's weird."

"Good or bad way?"

"I'm not quite sure, yet."

------

In the afternoon, back at the hotel, Jennie had her headphones in, messing around with a small DJ launchpad she brought to practice and play around with. She was currently listening to, Girl by The Internet as she playfully practiced tapping the beats on the launchpad to the song.

A couple of knocks on her door made her stop her jam session and open it to see no one at the door. 

"Ding dong ditch?" She pondered and looked down to see a tiny Hello Kitty Plushie. 

Curious, since this is her favorite character, she picked it up and went back into the room.

She found a small note connected to its back and took it off, opening it.

'I screwed up, didn't I?'

She knew exactly who this was from.

What did he want?

And what was this?

She continued to read and saw two words, scattered in letters and it looked like she would have to figure out what the two words were.

'blbueb aet'

She worked on trying to decipher the first word

Blue

Bleu

Bubbe

Bubble.

"Bubble? Bubble what?" She checked out the second word.

Eat

Ate

"Tea." She confirmed. "Bubble tea?"

Did he want to get bubble tea?

"He really wants me to go get bubble tea with him?" She sighed and shrugged. "All right then."

Quickly getting ready, she walked to the closest bubble tea spot and walked in. As soon as she looked at the menu, a bright smile came across her face. It's been a while since she had some bubble tea.

Before she could place her order, the female cashier placed the bubble tea flavor she was going to get, on the counter. 

Bubble milk green tea.

"Excuse me, are you Jennie?" The cashier asked with a smile.

It didn't look like she was a fan of BTS with the way she acted, so Jen took a different approach on how to answer.

"Yeah...how did you know I was going to order this?" she glanced at the bubble tea in surprise.

"Oh, some hot guy paid and told me to give this to you. You fit the description he told me."

'Jeon Jungkook...what are you planning?' She thought to herself. "Uh, what did he say?"

"He said something about a beautiful girl with pretty black skin and a sweet smile and that she wears Nikes and has pretty curly hair."

Jennie looked down at her shoes, and she was definitely wearing her Nikes today as she felt her heart flutter. If this was part of his idea to apologize, he was doing a good job and it made her miss him more.

'I can't believe this guy.' She thought.

"He was so friggin hot, like oh my gosh. Is he your boyfriend or something?" The cashier, who looked around 17, asked, taking Jennie out of her thoughts.

"U-uh, no, we're friends."

"No way, are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Is he single?"

"As far as I know."

"I think you need to get on that, in my opinion." The girl suggested. "He's a keeper."

The statement made Jennie start to grin in embarrassment and let out a nervous laugh.

"Wow, he wasn't kidding. You really have a nice smile. How'd you get your teeth so straight?"

"My mom is an orthodontist," Jennie answered. "She was so strict about making sure my family had nice, healthy teeth. It was annoying to hear her bickering about it but it was worth it in the end."

"Nice. Well, here you go. Oh, and he also told me to tell you that two of your friends are sitting at that table." She pointed to Taehyung and Hobi who were in a conversation.

"Thank you." Jennie put a 5 dollar bill in the tip jar and went to sit in the middle of the two. "All right, what the heck is going on?"

"Nice to see you too, munchkin." Hobi giggled as he watched her stick her straw in the middle of the cup, happily sipping on the tea and chewing on the bubbles.

"Where is Jungkook?"

"Gotta find out." Taehyung handed her a note.

"You mean to tell me this bunny has me going on a scavenger hunt?" She raised a brow.

"It'll be worth it in the end!" Hobi beamed.

"He's just as devastated, Ennie. And he worked really hard on this, so I hope you give him a little bit of your time to apologize in his own special way." Tae added as she opened up the first note.

A simple "I'm sorry." isn't going to be enough to fix it. I know. So, I decided that I want to write some reasons why I cherish you with each note you receive. I'm not good at this. I'm not good with words. This may even be a little cheesy but stay with me until the end.

Reasons why I cherish you:

You were patient with me as I gradually opened up to you when we first met. (It's kind of hard opening up to new people but with you...you're very easy to talk to.)

You are always listening... (just know I'm always here to listen to you, too!)

I trust you with everything (I want you to know that you can trust me, too)

Jennie's eyes softened at the note. Despite him saying he's not good with words, the simplicity of his with this note made her begin to smile brightly.

Taehyung and Hobi observed the developing smile on her face and glanced at each other, satisfied with her reaction.

This plan should go well.

"Awwwwww~! Our munchkin is smiling!" Hobi giggled with Tae.

Jennie had almost forgotten that she was sitting with them as her face began to warm up.

"Hush!" She let out a laugh and went back to reading the note. It looked like another set of words that needed to be organized.

'Bsaaltkbel uroct'

"Basketball Court." She confirmed.

"Here's the address." Hobi texted her the location.

"Is this where I'm meeting Jungkook?" She asked.

"Maybe~!" Taehyung teased.

"Where is this guy?" She exclaimed.

"Gotta find out. It'll be fun, don't worry. Oh, and before you leave, we have to take a photo. Smile!" Taehyung placed his phone up in the air to capture the three of them.

Taehyung with his boxy smile and Jennie trying to take a sip of Hobi's bubble tea as he playfully tried to push her away became the perfect goofy picture to post on Twitter.

Taehyung posted the picture with the caption, 'Have you tried Bubble Tea, ARMY?' so Jungkook could check for updates on how his plan was going.