#and that it didn’t sound like joon but those people were instantly hated on and shut down and the most popular replies under that tweet were

[hobismilitarywife]

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[blu-joons]

When He’s Anxious To Date Because Of An Ex ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

Your head nodded as Jin began to tell you all about his previous partner and their relationship with the fans. “I just don’t want you to feel intimidated by the fans like she did and end up running away from it all.”

“I know what I’m getting myself into,” you assured him.

“That’s what she said,” Jin lightly smiled, “but that didn’t stop her leaving me in the end.”

“I won’t,” you vowed, reaching across the sofa to take a hold of his hand, “I know you’re worried about history repeating itself, but it won’t.”

His eyes flickered down to the ground as he let go of a shaky breath, “you don’t know how crazy my life can be sometimes, are you sure you want to give things a try.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, “I get why you’re anxious about it all, I would be too. But they’re your fans, and I’ll respect them, just as long as they respect me too.”

Jin’s hand turned to hold onto yours, “I’m sure the fans will love you; I can tell that they’ll adore you a lot more than they did her.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about,” you reminded him, “if you get anxious, tell me, and I’ll be right there to ease your mind.”

“You’re the best, thank you for being so understanding.”

Yoongi:

The moment you suggested taking Yoongi to a work’s dinner, he got his back up and began to worry about the past choosing to get at him once again. “Why exactly are you taking me to this dinner, for a reason?”

“No,” you doubted, “I just thought you’d like to join me.”

“For my name?” Yoongi continued to question, leaving you in a state of confusion. “To make friends?”

“What?” You frowned, staring at him in disbelief, “I wanted introduce you to a bit more of my world, why would I invite you for your name.”

His shoulders dropped as he realised how he sounded in front of you, “I’m sorry, it’s just that’s what happened with my ex. I know I shouldn’t be doubting you.”

“Why didn’t you just ask, I understand that it’s a sore topic for you,” you frowned, shaking your head at him. “Rather than just accusing me of something.”

His head nodded, deserving of your scolding. “My mind just went into a bit of a mess; I know you’d never do that because you’re not like her.”

“Exactly, I’m not her,” you reiterated, “I appreciate you have your doubts but just talk to me about it instead Yoongi, it’s much simpler.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t act such a way again.”

Hoseok:

His eyes had been watching you all night long as he introduced you to his friends, knowing that his previous partner hated the boys, he was determined for you to get on with them. “What do you think?” He asked at the end of your night.

“They’re all amazing,” you smiled, “you’ve got great friends.”

“You don’t find it overwhelming at all, do you?” He questioned, allowing the past to haunt him.

“Not at all,” you mused, climbing into the passenger’s seat of the car, “they’re a lot kinder than I ever expected them to be, I’m surprised.”

His head nodded, letting go of a sigh of relief, “most people I introduce to the boys tend to start distancing themselves once they meet all of my friends.”

“I won’t do that,” you replied, smiling in his direction, “sure, it’s slightly crazy to be meeting your friends, but that doesn’t change any of my feelings for you.”

Slowly, the corners of Hobi’s mouth turned up into a smile, “it’s reassuring to know that; I don’t want to end up being hurt again.”

“If someone left you because of those guys, they’re a fool,” you laughed, “I can’t wait to get to know all of your friends better.”

“I’m so pleased that you get along with them all.”

Namjoon:

The first tour of any relationship for Namjoon usually ended up being the downfall, and as it came around for the two of you, he couldn’t stop worrying. “What’s wrong?” You asked as you noticed him daydreaming once again.

“I’m just thinking about going away,” he whispered to you.

“Again?” You frowned, “I thought we talked about this, we knew that this day would come.”

“It’s not just a day though,” he sighed, glancing across at you, “this day is when my relationships always seem to break down, especially my last one.”

Your head nodded as he opened up to you a little more about what had happened, “I always knew you’d end up going away Joon, I’d never use that as a weapon to end things.”

“I’m going to be gone for a while,” he pointed out, but that was something that you already knew. “I don’t want to come home from tour single.”

A light chuckle came from you as you reached for his hand, “I’ll be right here waiting for you to come home, I promise that you won’t come back single.”

“Do I have permission to hunt you down if you do breakup with me?” He teased, tickling the back of your hand as you nodded back at him.

“I give you permission because it’ll never happen.”

Jimin:

He couldn’t help but feel guilty when he cancelled on date night, despite your cheery tone on the phone, there was still a small part of him that worried. “Are you really sure that you’re alright about me cancelling?”

“Of course, I understand that you’re busy,” you replied.

“But this is all so last minute,” Jimin frowned, “if I were you, I’d be fuming right now.”

“I’m not her,” you then spoke up, recognising instantly what Jimin would be thinking about. “I told you before, I understand your job Jimin.”

A heavy sigh came from him as he realised how he sounded, “I’m sorry, I just still sometimes feel like I’m going to be scolded for having to be at work.”

“I’m never going to scold you,” you assured him, “just get what you needed to get done at work and I’ll be at my place waiting for you when you get home.”

Although you couldn’t see, a soft smile graced his face, “thank you for being so understanding about this all, I don’t know what I’d do without it.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me when you’re finished,” you joked, “but don’t rush, take your time and get things done.”

“I’ll see you soon, promise I won’t be long.”

Taehyung:

Your heart broke as Taehyung told you all about his previous relationship and how poorly he was treated, holding his hand throughout his story as you tried to comfort him. “I’m so sorry,” was all you could say at the end.

“There’s no need for you to apologise,” Taehyung chuckled.

“Nobody should be treated like that,” you pointed out, “I’m just sorry that it happened to you.”

“I hope now you can see why I’m a little anxious to date again,” he whispered, “I don’t want to end up going through all of that again.”

Your head nodded instantly, understanding wholeheartedly where he was coming from. “I can sit here and promise you it won’t happen, but I don’t know whether that will help.”

“It does,” Taehyung mumbled, staring down at the floor, “I know you’d never do it, but there’s still a small part of my head that worries.”

You squeezed his hand a little bit tighter, “I’d be more worried if you didn’t still fret about it, how you’re feeling is completely natural Taehyung.”

“You really think so?” He questioned, as your head nodded back at him, “I’ve always been made to feel as if it’s a bad thing.”

“Not at all, and I’ll proof that to you.”

Jungkook:

The article was damaging to anyone, but as you read through it knowing it had been the cause of a breakup in his previous relationship, you understood why. “The second the media exposed us she went, it’s scary.”

“The article is pretty heart breaking,” you noted.

“I don’t want to show it to you to scare you off,” he mused, “it’s more like an introduction.”

“I get it,” you responded when you noticed Jungkook beginning to get frantic, “at least I know what I’m getting myself into I suppose.”

His head nodded, taking his phone back from you. “I don’t want to hurt someone like that hurt her, and I certainly don’t want to put you into that position either.”

“You’re not putting me in any situation,” you quickly assured him, meeting his eyes, “at least I know what to expect whenever our relationship does get found out.”

You could tell he was still nervous as the words uttered from his lips, “do you think you’ll break my heart like she did whenever we end up having to go public?”

“No,” you smiled, “it’s going to take a lot more than going public to even try and get me to leave you, I promise you there’s no need to worry.”

“That certainly helps me feel better.”

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Masterlist

[shesawriter39049]

|AFTER HOURS| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X OC 

About-  Your husband and business partner finds you up way past acceptable work hours for the 3rd night in a row! So, daddy has to step in and remind you that’s not something we do in this household. You come before work, in every sense of the phrase!

OR- Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in a open relationship with! Your in desperate need of a 2nd videographer/editor! So here you are, up at 1 AM scrolling through resumes because your that boss that hates to overwork her employess so she overworks herself!

Warnings:Daddy kink, Dom Namjoon, switch OC (More of a sassy/bratty sub)Top OC, Oral (F recieving) Light ass play, (Rimming), Dirty talk, Breath play, Spanking(Pain kink),Hair pulling, unprotected sex, light cum play, VERY LIGHT degration (He calls her a “little bitch” once but it’s playful still noting in case it offends ppl)The end hints at a threesum…...with a certain redhead 

Tae is their sassy exec.assistant and makes a cheeky little appearance at the end.

Jonnie baby is tatted...LORDT

There a fun freaky little couple...

WC:6k

NOTE- This is kinda old and  was set to be part 1 of an OT7 AU called “7 DEEP” 

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  “Really?” Goddamn, leave it to Namjoon to make one word sound just as sexy as it was intimidating! 

You heard the footsteps fuck you did, you just opted to ignore them and hope maybe he’d just, I don’t know leave? Maybe he was just doing a wellness check? But, if that’s the case, as your tired, unfocused, half-lidded gaze caught the bottom right of your laptop screen, which was glaring back at you something vicious! You realize that you’ve royally fucked up, and its a cute little 2 am right now! So no, he’s not going any damn were, anytime soon….

“Baby” The word left his lips just as much disappointment as it did allure which is a hell of a combination I know, I know, but in all honesty, it fits the mood. You caught his visual briefly through the mirror mounted against the wall and fuck, your man is fine as all hell! Frame resting casually against the entryway, arms folded firm across the smooth chiseled planes of his caramelized tattooed chest. Oversized cat-eye glasses perched on top of that cute little button nose of his, A pair of loosely fitted sweats sitting low against his v-lines, the thin grey fabric left nothing to the imagination as he’d clearly opted against boxers tonight. Shoulders and arms flexing effortlessly due to his current position which screams nothing but “Your ass is in trouble”. Which I mean, your kinda here for...kinda not….

Only offering a low hum in response as you continued scrolling through mounds resumes and video reels that were currently clogging up the admin email that was typically reserved for Taehyung. And that’s when you hear his feet shuffle closer, and closer until there’s a heavy yet comforting weight pressing against your back. The temperature around you shifting, as he leans down, arms braced on the table on either side of your frame. His long, beautiful, veiny fingers pattering idly against the glass, showcasing an array of rings, one of them being his Cartier wedding band as his lips nuzzling into your neck. Nosing up and down your skin slowly, almost teasingly, just breathing you in until your shifting back against him, a strong chill running down your spine. 

“We talked about this…” Voice low, seductive, yet stern and still clearly a little disappointed...nipping at your neck, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to make a point. Forcing yourself not to lean back into his touch no matter how bad you wanted to beg for more than just him grazing his teeth along your skin! You needed him to bite, hard, and he already knows it too, how much you get off on being marked..and that’s exactly why he’s not doing it...The little shit! 

“I know but -” Namjoon reaches up to slam your laptop shut, sliding it and the stack of papers to the opposite end of your dining room table, that you’ve managed to convert to a makeshift office. 

“We talked. About this” Simply parroting the words again, just slower this time as if to say you clearly must not have heard him correctly initially.

You sigh. Deep, slow, defeated, a nod rendering, out as a half-arsed response triggering Namjoon to pull back from you only to slide your chair from beneath the table. Shifting it to face him before dropping to a squat between your thighs. Gaze unwavering as he took in your blatantly exhausted appearance, still, he couldn’t help but melt as he reached out to caress your jaw feeling the way you nestled into it instantly. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly, as he smoothed his hands down your body, slipping beneath your robe to gently massage your thighs.

“So what the fuck, are you doin?” Brow arched as if he was daring you to actually respond, yet there wasn’t a single sharp edge to his voice, it was suddenly soft, calm. As if he was genuinely asking why you were doing this to yourself because he can’t make a lick of sense of it! You’re barely able to hold your eyes ajar right now yet you were out here working....

You couldn’t really handle the intensity of his gaze right now, more so because you knew he was right, you were so fuckin exhausted right now it’s unreal! Let’s also mention that the two of you have to catch a flight to Vegas for a business meeting in a good oh I don’t know 7 hours! So, instead of acknowledging that this was really stupid, you opted to reach for the one resume he didn’t manage to move out of reach. Eyes nervously scanning the paper as a distraction while you tried to think of a rational that even you’d believe at this point! 

'Fuck, we just- I don’t know Joon, we just have so much going on right now! And you know I’ll never complain about us having too much work I mean, I'm grateful every damn day that we’re not where we were!”

You intentionally paused, letting “that” have its own moment because it's something to always be acknowledged! The two of you went from living in a 900sq ft apartment with 5 other people to effortlessly clearing 8 figures as of this last tax year. Humbled and grateful to be busy isn’t even the beginning of how you feel! 

“But I just look at everybody...Yoongi’s responding to emails at fucking 3 AM! Jimin playing around docusign at the ass crack of dawn every damn day sending out contracts! Taehyung up scouting locations at 6 AM on a Sunday which is supposed to be his only day off I just- Everybodys in over their head so I thought I’d just- “ Namjoon reached up and grabbed your chin, snatching the paper out of your hand and forcing you to look him dead in the eyes. 

“So thought you'd overwork my wife instead?” 

You just shrug and nod again, tossing your hands in the air, it’s clear you have an attitude but it’s also clear it’s with yourself! You keep piling more and more on your plate instead of delegating it out to other people to handle! It’s a trust thing, and Namjoon know’s that,  it started out with just the two of you, then for years it was seven , seven deep. It’s hard for you to let new people into something you and your husband built from nothing! However, Taehyung just got a part-time assistant of his own so he can go back to strictly being your right hand, and realistically, he’s salary! Your little Gucci boy probably doesn’t mind drinking his Starbucks and driving his BMW around LA looking for houses to film in! You could have spread the workload out a little you just fuck, I don’t know, you’re always that person to put people first to a fault I guess! Point being, Tae could easily handle this, tomorrow, during normal business hours, you could have and should have been in bed with your husband! 

Namjoon can sense how uneasy you feel right now, almost like your a child being scolded and that’s not at all what he’s aiming for; he's just genuinely concerned. So he opts to ease the atmosphere just a little to remind you, that the two of you are always on the same playing field, he’s only reacting like this because he cares! Flicking the bottom of your chin before leaning in, pressing a firm, yet passionate kiss to your lips as if he’s trying to drive the point home, slipping his tongue past the seam almost instantly. Not even attempting to keep this somewhat chaste, needing you to feel every inch of infinite love and fire he has burning through his veins when it comes to you! Kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of your chest, moaning contently as you give your husband free rein to explore your mouth. Turning the kiss slightly more delicate as he lets his hands slide even deeper under the robe to continue roaming your body. The slide of his tongue becoming softer, slower….as the pads of his fingers trickled up your spine.

Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls back “Were all busy baby, I get it, I hate seeing them like this too, you know I love them just as much as you do! And that’s exactly why we put out those ads, but that does not mean you get to take on everyone else’s shit! Don’t make me put in a complaint to HR about unfair treatment within the workplace!”Murmurs against your lips, as you stare down at his, barely paying attention to a damn thing he said! 

“Joon I am HR…” You mumble low and unamused, eyes rolling to the back of your head in annoyance and he could give less than a damn. Leaning in with a smirk playing on his lips, leaving another lingering kiss against your own. Kissing you with enough fire to have every hair along your body standing on end! Until your practically chasing after him in a pout the minute he pulls away from you. 

“Mmm, and my point still stands….” Namjoon's hands tighten around your hips, scooting you forward so your legs are wrapped around his waist. Your arms instantly lace around his neck, trailing your fingers upward, so they can get lost in his freshly dyed locks.

“Stop, overworking my baby! You know I don’t like  it…” His delivery was just as much playful, as it was stern! 

“Fuck, whatever okay, sorry!” You really weren’t at least not right now, there wasn’t a lick of conviction in that as you reached up to bring his lips back down to yours. Sliding in tongue first, capturing his lips in another opened mouth kiss, the rhythm quickly starts getting messy more so on your end because you’re getting needy! Namjoon tastes intoxicating and you’re blissed out of your mind, even after all these years, this man can still manage to have your toes curling with just a simple kiss! , Arching forward giving him easier access to grab you ass and he takes the hint, the faint sting of blunt nails digging into the swell of your ass has you whimpering out low and filthy against his tongue.

The kiss breaks much to your dismay but before you can even protest Namjoons tongue is lapping down the side of his neck, mapping out all the places he’s learned over the years. Nipping down on your flushed skin ever so often this time he’s biting with a purpose though, giving it to you just the way you like it. 

“Y/n were done with work now right??” He can hear you panting out low and wanton into his ear once he attaches himself to the crook of your neck, sucking maliciously, an almost animalistic growl leaving his lips in the process. There’s a hint of frustration mixed in with arousal dripping off his tongue right now, your too caught up to notice! 

“Namjoon '' You breathe out his name with nothing but lust pouring off your tongue, not an ounce of shame insight in regards to how needy you sound right now. The sound goes straight to Namjoon’s dick which is beaming at you like a spotlight through the thin fabric of his sweats. Tilting your head back, and anchoring one of your hands into your husband’s hair keeping him in place, overwhelmed with pleasure as you go completely pliant under his menstruations. Regardless, this man's self control was somethin’ serious,and he wasn’t giving in just yet...you still had one more cross to bear baby girl! 

“Fuck. Please” Tugging on his scalp like the brat you tend to be, as if to emphasize your point, making Namjoon pull away licking up your jaw in the process. The drag was slow, messy, waving his tongue against your skin the same way he would your pussy and you felt yourself start to involuntarily clench harder and harder by the second. 

“Hmm? What was that baby?” Tugging the shell of your ear between his teeth hard enough to make you whimper into his hair “Now you wanna come to bed?” You can feel him smirking against your skin and you just really don’t like your husband at all right now just so we’re clear.

All you do is whine in response, yanking his hair even harder until you feel a firm hand land on your ass making you yelp out of your seat. 

Nam-fuck!” Hissed through clenched teeth, thighs tensing around his waist. 

“So again…” Tone as coy and casual as can be as he winds his hand back only to land smack dab on the curve of your ass again, right in the same spot, you wouldn’t be surprised if his palm left an indentation behind! 

Namjoon’s hand was literally pulsing against your skin the impact was so damn strong, all the metal dancing along his fingers didn’t help either! You swear the ripple echoed throughout your entire apartment, and the scream that left your throat was without a doubt noise complaint worthy! Fuck your gonna need to send them an edible arrangement or somehing, they already hate the two of you as it is… 

Your panting and whining opened mouth right into his ear, and it’s getting you nowhere but horny and frustrated! Nails, digging little crescents into his shoulders as you try and almost reroute so of the pain that’s buzzing through your veins. But it’s good, it’s soo good, the slickness coating your inner thighs gave that away! Namjoon can smell how much you’re enjoying this, his little pain slut as he often likes to call you! 

 “You wanna stay out here all damn night. Work yourself into the ground. Leave me in bed alone, and now all of a sudden you think you get to boss daddy around? Hmm? Just because your pussys nice and wet and your feelin needy ...now you want to go to bed?” Namjoons tone is blatantly taunting and a little harsh yet the slight growl laced with it all has your head spinning far too fast to even be mad.

‘Oh my god, Namjoon just fuck me already! Shit!” 

“Why the fuck should I do that? Could’ve had me hours ago baby, all I wanted to do tonight was fuck you, that’s all I wanted all damn day.” Slipping his hand between your thighs pinching your clit between his fingers, slowly rubbing the pads of his together on either side, stimulating your clit head-on until your groaning into the side of his neck.”Do you even, know, how hard it was for me not to just bend you over the conference room table today!?” 

“Joon” You try again and he doesn’t budge, he actually let’s go of your clit all together and just teasingly trailing his fingers along your entrance never entering just driving you fucking insane! Looking as fine and unbothered as ever, as his lips ghost up the curve of your jaw. 

“Hmm, let’s try this shit again.Why-” Bringing that same hand up to grip your jaw with enough pressure to indicate he wasn’t fucking around anymore. “Should I give you what you want when you continuously keep disobeying my only request? Hmm???” You can feel your own slickness against your skin, yet all you can focus on is the blatant aganer, and hurt running through your husbands veins. Even beneath all this bravado..he’s clearly really hurt about this, so play times over!

“Fuck, okay!” There was slight elevation to your voice, tetoring on yelling actually. The arch in Namjoons brow said you had about two seconds to fix that , but you already planned on it! Taking a deep slow breath, letting your eyes flutter shut to just...recenter yourself for a moment! 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m. Sorry. ” There it was, not that bratty whiney shit you did earlier to get what you wanted, a genuine “I’m sorry” . Soothing your nails through his scalp, it’s almost instantaneous the way his demeanor shifts once those words fall off your tongue in a more..sincere fashion.  

A low hum rang in the back of his throat at the admission, nosing at your cheek “Sorry for what exactly? Because I don’t want it if you doing this just to appease me baby. That won’t do shit for me. ”  Namjoon’s tone is a lot softer now, all of the prior theatrics and pettiness is gone as he awaits your response.

“No, Joonie baby, no!” Pressing a soft but firm kiss to those sinfully plump lips of his that you still can’t get enough of no matter how many years go by…”No”

“ As your partner, I gotta look out for me just as much as I look out for you and I clearly haven’t been! I know better! And I should be taking advantage of the fact that we’re lucky enough to now be in a position where I can hire an array of people if need be. It’s just- you know I’m a control freak, this business isn’t just a business it’s our baby!”

You watch his mouth open in protest and you just simply continue speaking “But regardless, I know it’s not more important than me, or my health I know…” You instantly feel the tension within his body dissipate at that, thumbs kneading at your hips.

“ I’m sorry, I love you and I’m sorry I’m not trying to stress daddy out!'' There's a slight playfulness to your delivery trying to lighten the mood a little though you know how serious this topic is for him! You find yourself wiggling in his hold trying to somehow get even closer than you already were. 

So here’s the thing, back when you were in college just starting out, the two of you had a lot on your plate! Between school juggling multiple jobs, internships, and just trying to figure out how to even start a company of this caliber….The level of exhaustion he often saw you at was utterly heartbreaking. The number of times you passed out due to lack of sleep is unmentionable… so seeing you like this...was fucking unacceptable in Namjoon’s eyes! 

You notice those big brown orbs of his get a little glassy so you grip the back of his neck even tighter dropping your forehead to his. Feeling like complete and utter trash right now! 

 “This business is not more important than my wife, my partner, my best friend...it’s not! However, you are more important than, all of it, this fuckin overpriced apartment, all the shiny little toys we’ve been able to buy, and this entire company in general! I love you, but I need you to look me in the eyes and fucking promise me that you’ll stop this! Please…” 

You can hear a slight trimmer laced within that deep honey-coated tenor of his and the sudden vibrato’s foreign, and you’re not a fan! It took everything in you not to cry at the blatant plea rolling off his tongue, well aware this man does not beg! So instead you just leaned in and kissed him, hard, slow, just letting everything you couldn’t really articulate pour from your lips to his and hope he got the message. 

“I promise, I love you…I promise!”

“And you know I fuckin love you…”  You do, fuck you do, even if this marriege was high key an accidnet..it’s without a doubt one of the best things that’s ever happened to you!

“I know”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah”

Ducking down, kissing you reckless and with fevour, messy, wet, teeth clacking together. Slowly transitioning the mood from deep and touching to just...raw and nasty which is kinda what you’d prefer at the moment!

 “I wasn’t lyin when I said I’ve wanted to fuck you all damn day though…”

“Please” you whisper out as he pulls back to lick down your neck, pressing your chest together to give him better access. Sucking his mark in a spot right beneath your jaw, well aware you’ll need an ass-ton of conclear within the next couple of hours, but right now you could care less!  

“Please what baby? Tell daddy, what you want?” Namjoon presses, biting his lip and sliding his hand back between your legs groaning out at how completely drenched you are right now. 

“Fuck me!” You pant out low and whiney

“You want it here baby? You want daddy to bend you over the table?” The familiar hunger that was back in his eyes was so fucking sexy and  it had you rutting against him for any ounce of stimulation! 

“No.Bedroom” Namjoon moans in agreement, securing your thighs around his waist and scoping you out of the chair, heading towards the opulent master suite the two of you shared.

Once inside he throws you down on the bed, hard and almost animalistic, making you bounce a little against the firm California king. Namjoon follows immediately, crawling over to cover your body with his own, his broad form completely engulfing your frame. Ripping your robe apart, and letting your tongues meet once more. Hot slick, and eager as you pant out hot and heavy against one another. Soothing is palm down your stomach, cupping your entire heat in his palm. Moaning out that it feels just fuckin like that. Wet and warm, so damn warm...ducking his head down to lick your nipple into his mouth, sucking slow but hard at the same time, nipping and grazing the bud between his teeth.

“Fuck” You moan back arching off the bed and into your husband’s mouth, as he licks trails across your sternum and over to your other nipple. While also stroking his entire palm against your pussy, Namjoon’s always loved how responsive you are to him even after all these years. Just letting his tongue lave over the buds over and over, alternating between, licking, sucking, and biting so your body never gets used to the stimulation. 

“You fuckin, love this shit don’t, you? Bet I could get you to come just like this...wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” You can feel his lips curling into a smirk around your nipples the harder he sucks, bringing his other hand into the mix, the one that’s nice and slick with your arousal. Using it to twist and turn your nipple between his nimble fingers until he can’t tell if your arching into the pain or away from it. He can feel you grinding against his thigh, more importantly, he can feel your clit sticking to his thigh your so damn wet, soaking straight through his sweatpants. Moaning out loud and unfiltered, eyes shut as you rock your hips against him, your hands getting lost in your hair the harder you rock against the bed.

“Fuck, look at you baby, rubbing your sweet little cunt against my thigh..” A low almost arrogant chuckle rumbling in his throat, vibrating against your skin making you moan even louder. “Fuck, here I was thinking you wanted to come on my dick...” 

“Fuck- I do, I wanna come all over you, want your mouth too though…” Reaching out to play in his hair, almost pushing his face down even harder, though you swear you can feel his lips curl into a wicked little smile at that moment. 

“Yeah? You want daddy's tongue all over your pussy…” He didn’t even bother phrasing it as a question, especially once he meticulously started rolling his tongue along your nipples, in a oh too familiar motion that had you turning into a whiny brat within seconds! 

“Namjoon!” He doesn’t even respond, just pulling off and flipping you right on to your stomach, hard and fast, making you damn near choke on your own spit. Face pressed into your fresh linen sheets.. You start to slightly arch your back on insctint. You feel him shift off the bed, peeping over your shoulder to see his sliding off his sweats, stashing his glasses in his side pocket. Namjoons length is just standing straight up, damn near laying flat against his stomach and you straight up moan, mouth-watering at the sight alone. A pleased hum leaves those plump lips of his as he shuffles back onto the bed. Kissing and licking his way up the back of your thighs until he reaches your ass, straddling your hips. 

Palm rubbing at the swell of your ass before smacking it, lightly at first, and your hip twitches you actually have the nerve to giggle. “That all daddy’s go-fuck” Another. Scream. Literally. Scream as he reels back even harder than he did earlier, just keeping his hand intact too, wanting you to feel the trob, the ache, radiating off his palm to your ass. 

“Hmm what was that baby?” Leaning down to spread your cheeks apart, just blowing a trail, against your pussy, watching the way your hole clenches from that alone. “Always so fuckin wet and ready for me…” 

He groans and you, arch your back, even more, moaning out slightly at the contrast hitting your skin. Bracing both hands on your ass and he can hear your breathing shutter in your chest, already anticipating the first drag of his tongue. Dipping one thumb over you rim, just circling it gently, feeling you jerk at the sensation, no matter how light, fuck your still so damn sensitive. That will never stop amazing him, it’s been almost 8 years. Yet you still react like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you like he’s still helping you explore new places along your own body! Namjoon leans forward, nipping, licking, and sucking, open mouth kisses, against the backs of your thighs, before leaning down to kiss your clit. Tongue and all, sucking it straight into his mouth, moaning out deep and strong around the bud. Inhaling slowly as if he's breathing you in and your knees already start to buckle,  nails clenching around the sheets. 

A broken moan of his name being muffled into the fabric, as he rolls his tongue in deep, languid strokes up and down your folds, licking from front to back. Your wetness is already painted all over his face and he wouldn’t have it any other way, as he continuously, maliciously sucks down on your clit, gently grazing the skin between his teeth just enough to make you squirm. Bringing his tongue to lather over your rim and he feels how hard you start shaking, sliding in two fingers into your heat, knuckles deep at the exact moment he slips his tongue past your rim. The vision that is you, open, needy, and whiney, on all fours...is driving your husband absolutely insane! How quickly you’re falling apart, knees spreading even wider to give him all the access he needs to do with you as he pleases. 

“Yeah..” You sign, blissed out of you goddamn mind ‘Fuck”

Your voice drips in the whiniest tinge of need imaginable like you’ve been aching for this, and the sounds richotect straight off your tongue and into Namjon’s lap! Your chest drops forward, letting Namjoon essentially all support your weight, as his tongue dives in even deeper, while continuously fucking you open with his fingers, he’s already added a third one. Mind completely spinning at how hard your clenching around all three of his fingers, cock throbbing at how good you’ll feel around him soon enough. You feel him pull back to spit right along your rim, watching it drizzle down toward your clit, he picks the trail up with his tongue and leads it where he wants it to go. Namjoon moans out, low, and content as he really starts to eat you out your tongue and fingers working your pussy open until your voice hitches in your throat and shatters. Ripping, a long drawn out whimper to leave your throat.

“That feel good?” He murmurs low and taunting, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, as if he can’t physically tell he feels good.

“I’ve had better”

He bites your cheek playful, a snort leaving his lips “Fuckin same..” slurs out against the swell of your ass and you can’t help but cackle.

“Fuck, I bet you have now, stop talking and get your fucking tongue back in ME!!” Bossy as ever, damn near pushing his head down and he reaches up, biting the side of your hand forcing you to stop. 

“How about my cock instead?” Leaning back to smack his length aginst your ass a couple times, letting you feel how hard and ready he is. 

“Yeah! God yeah, fuck yeah! Gimme! In me now! Fuck me!!” All your prior teasing is gone, just the mention of his cock has you needy and clenching painfully hard around his fingers, while also simultaneously rutting back against them as if you don’t want him to pull out. Pulling his fingers out slowly. Curling them upwards, purposely coating his fingers in your arousal to use to lather his cock which is so hard right now it’s almost painful. 

“Daddy” Wiggling your offensively empty ass in his face, making him chuckle, and smack it lightly. before gripping your thigh and flipping you onto your back with such ease it was almost offensive. 

“Nam-”

“Fuck off” Leaning down and stealing your breath and sarcasm away with a deep kiss “I wanna see my baby..” Lining himself up to your entrance, you exhale softly against his mouth as the blunt head of his cock breaches your entrance. Hiking your leg around Namjoon’s waist to make him slide in even deeper.

“Yeah, fuck” 

“I hope you don’t think…” Shifting forward wiggly his hips a little, giving you half a second to adjust to how fucking big this man is! “We’re about to make love or some shit, because I’m about to break your ass..” There’s just as much of a smile as there is a dangerous edge to your husband’s voice, that has you beaming up at him. Before you even had time to think of a response he was snapping his hips forward hard enough to have the two of you scooting up the bed a little.

Namjoon, propped your leg even higher over his shoulder, as he snapped his hips forward again, even harder this time. You moaned out, and scurried to grab onto your husband’s neck to anchor yourself as he fucked into you hard and fast, you tried to arch and fuck him back but it was hard with how intense he was pounding into you! 

“Oh my godddd” You drawled out, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yup, Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called that, in this position.....” You could hear the smile in his voice as he continued fucking you like he was trying to split you open with his cock. Nails clawing into his back hard enough to break skin! 

You could’ve just laid there and took, it because fuck if it wasn’t good, but that’s not the mood you were in at the moment. So you dropped your leg from his shoulder and wrapped them both around his waist. Tipping your hips forward, clenching down hard around his cock as you started grinding your hips against him. Fucking him back the same way he was giving it to you. Hard and smooth.. 

“Y/n” He half growled half whined as you smiled up at him, something wicked, releasing your hold around his cock only to clench down even harder. He groans in what seemed like frustration reached down to smack pinch your clit between his fingers hard enough to make you cry out his name. Arching forward even harder. 

“Yeah, daddy like that, fuck.Me.just like that” you were breathless but the sass was clear as day, a slight chuckle leaving your throat. 

“Fuckin brat!” Reaching down with the same hand that was on your clit, wrapping it around your windpipe, adding just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling to the back off your head. The added stimulation throwing off your rhythm a little but you didn’t care, he had you…

“Yesss,yes, fuck!” His tattooed chest was flushed and covered in sweat as you continued fucking back against his cock, which was warm and continuously pulsing side of you. Filling you up and sliding completely out every single time. Your hole twitched painfully hard as the two of you worked in sync thrusting against each other in a smooth yet malicious rhythm, the sound of skin slapping you moaning, Namjoon grunting... 

Fuck an edible arrangement maybe the two of you should treat your neighbors to a spa weekend or something because they damn sure aren’t sleeping right now! 

“Ya know, if you would’ve came to bed earlier” He panted right into the side of your ear, still rolling his hips into you “I could’ve fucked you, came inside you” Leaning down to lick up the side of your jaw  “Licked all, of my come out of you, and then” Pulling back and snapping his hips up even sharper, as if to accentuate every word “Fucked.You.All.Over.-Fuck-Again” Every thrust had the wind being knocked out of your chest  “ But now..we don’t have tim-” 

Reaching up to twist his nipple between the tip of your nail, kneeing him in the stomach just enough to make his hips stutter and have him shuffling back so you can push him onto his back which he falls to willingly. That is, until you literally bounced down onto his dick, damn near gagging in the process he feels so deep in this angle. Almost tempted to feel up your sternum and see if he’s poking through. 

“You little bitch” Chokes from his throat with a stated smile the tones playful and airy, digging his nails into your ass, letting out an involuntary gasp as he rolls his hips up. Only for you to start rolling your hips back, again, and again, and again, in deep, slow, circles, switching up the pace a little from what it was before. Making sure your clit grazes against his pelvic bone every time.

“Yeah, fuck you” Your breathless, and tired, but you can’t help but smile at how completly fucked out he looks right now, eyes barley ajar, jaw tight, he looks so damn good! 

“Yeah, yeah, fuck daddy baby..fuck me..” It’s clear he’s only egging you on but fuck if it’s not working,he sounds down right sinful as you ride him. His moans are deep, loud, almost needy, at every roll your hips make, and it’s intoxicating! Reaching up and grabbing you down by your neck , licking his way back into our mouth, his grip is strong enough to without a doubt leave a bruise. Both of you moaning out pleased and needy as you start slamming your hips down meeting his upwards thrust. Instantly matching the pace he’d set. Namjoon pulls back, and slips three fingers into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat to make you gag a little. Exchanging the grip he held on your neck for the back of your hair, as he brings his other hand down between your bodies to play with your clit, before licking his way back into your mouth.Feeling the way your thighs start to shake as you cry out against his tongue barely able to kiss him back at this point . 

“Your fuckin close baby, your pussy’s just screamig around me..” He’s breathless, not even trying to hide it anymore, voice horse and dripping with arousal. “Goddamnn I love you…” You clench so damn hard around him at that..I actually don't think anything turns you on more than hearing your husband say that. Especially sounding all fucked out and needy.

“Love you too baby..so fuckin much… “

“Good”  He chuckled low and dark agaisnt your lips “Now come, all over my cock like a good girl”  Fucking into you faster and harder, hand still rubbing blunt circles around your clit, tightening the grip he holds on your hair until your roots burn  “Y/n , baby, my baby, come for me, come for daddy...” 

It only took a few more thrusts before your orgasm ripped through you and you were crying out your husband's name, body spasming on top of him. Yet you still didn't stop rutting against him until he came in. You couldn't, you needed to feel it, body running away from him just as much as it was running towards him! You can feel how hard your clenching and its involnaty this time,so he reaches up with both hands rolling your hips against him one more time before slamming you down onto his cock. Just holding you in place while you continue to pulse around him, body shattering to pieces.

“Namjoonnnn fuck-fuck-fuck-” He grounds you agaisnt his cock as he jerks his hips up hard and fast, eyes squezzing shut, neck arching off the pillow, as his relase washed over him. A long drawn out moan of your name slipped off his tongue as he came, hard, hips stilling making sure to fill you to the brim, until he's sure he released every last drop he had to give..His own body shuttering in ovesentivty at this point. Namjoons fingers slowly soothed up your thighs, both of you panting painfully hard, wincing at the contact as you continue pulsing around him. Eyes locked in a half lidded gaze, a smile that started on your lips and ended on his as the two of you racked over each other's forms, hot sweaty, marked up, and fucked out. 

“Namjoon” You finally say, breaking the silence, a slight moan hanging off your tongue and he smiled back at you, reaching up to grip the back of your neck.

“Y/n” Parroting your name with the same lust filled drawl that you had, making you moan…

Nam-fucking-Joon” Leaning down to place a firm kiss to his lips, humming out instanly at the contact.

“Y/n Kim….” 

“Yup, that’s me!” Smiling out tired and dazed against his lips, while you felt his hand soothe up and down the curve of your back. 

“I love you”

“And, I love you” 

The two of you laid there like that for a moment, until his cock was completely soft and he gently slid out, still keeping you flush against his chest….just sitting in comfortable silence, breathing together..until..

“ Oww!! What the fuck was that for ?!” Your poor ass...at least it’s a pinch and not a smack this time...

“I mean it. I love what we do and I know sometimes realistically it happens there are only so many hours in a day I understand that. We wouldn’t be where we are if we didin’t work our asses off! But you’ve been doing this and running on fumes all damn week! I’ve just been watching from afar and keeping my mouth shut, hoping that you would sort it out yourself but I couldn’t watch you burn yourself into the ground anymore. Y/n. I’m serious! “

You can feel the weight behind his words, the way his heart seems to be beating harder now than it was when the two of you were having sex. 

So you lean down to press a kiss on his lips that almost seems far too delicate and out of place for what just happened only moments prior.

“I know.” 

Namjoon holds your gaze for a second longer before cupping the side of your face and kissing you firm and sweet, smiling against your lips once he feels you sigh into it. Hesitantly he pulls away and heads towards the bathroom and he already hears you whine in protest. Just flagging his hand in your direction, not even bothering to turn around.

 “We literally have a 9 AM flight and an 11:30 business meeting at the Plaza! Meaning, you have to be dressed and fully ready when we hop on the plane. Your fuckin showering..now. I don’t wanna hear it. ” 

Honestly, you were far too tired to protest and the tone of his voice let you know you wouldn’t win anyway!  So I mean, fuck, at least there’s a bench in the shower! 

“Ugh, fuck, fine! Come carry me! I have to preserve my energy to walk in my Louboutins tomorrow!!!” Making grabby hands in his direction knowing damn well he can’t deny you anything. 

“You mean today!” You heard his voice echo off the tiles and hoenstly he seems far to chipper to remind you have of, which only makes you whine even louder! 

Heading back out the bathroom with a smirk on his face, shaking his head in dismay as he scoops you effortlessly into his arms. “Come here you little brat!” 

“Your brat!” You fire back, with nothing but smugness rolling off your tongue as you loop your arms around his neck, kissing his dimple.

“Fuck yeah you are, my brat, my wife, my fuckin baby” Inviting his tongue back into your mouth as he leads the two of you back into the bathroom! 

The two of you moved together lazily whilst in the shower, taking turns washing each other, slow touches and kisses. Murmuring sweet nothings mixed in with business because though you tried to leave work at work...sometimes it’s impossible! 

Not even bothering to look at the clock once you finally melted into your bed, honestly, you didn’t even wanna know. 

~~~

 Far too soon the sound of all 6 of your alarms went off, ya know, the “Okay I should get up but I don’t have to get up” All the way to the “Fuck, I’m late!” Alarm! They all went off until you found yourself practically being scraped off the floor and led into the guest room that the two of you converted into an additional closet and a place for you to get ready in peace! 

Sitting down, Starbucks in hand as you set out to beat your face, do your hair and try not to look like you stayed up until 1 am then got fucked into the mattress until you damn near cried! 

The Starbucks was curiosity of Taehyung who had keys and free reign to your apartment whenever we felt so inclined. The redhead welcomed himself into your space, waltzing over in your direction with an all-knowing smile on his face. Ducking down to leave a slow lingering, open mouthed kiss along the one mark on your shoulder you apparently forgot to cover this morning. You can feel him smirking against your skin,as he pulls back to flop down on the pink furry chair currently covered in rejected outfit choices. Trying to force yourself to ignore the sudden chill that rang through your body because you didin’t have the time or the engery for anything else. 

‘Why aren’t you wearing this? Your ass looks fuckin great in this!” Holding up a black halterneck Jumpsuit, brows furrowed in the center of his face.

“I know, but, it needs to be steamed and I don’t have the time..” A feigned pout playing on your lips as you batted your lashes at him through the mirror. Watching as he slid off the chair, with an exasperated huff, eyes rolling to the back of his head more times than you can count. Heading towards the steamer you had hanging along one of your many clothes racks.  

“Thank you, baby!!” Blowing him a kiss that he swatted away in the process! 

“Yeah, yeah! Soo I see someone was impatient and went through the resumes last night…At fuckin midnight!” Eyes glaring in your direction, you could hear the frown in his voice. “Y/n-“

“Don’t!” Eyes narrowing in his direction through the mirror “Daddy Joon already got in my ass enough about last night for all of you!” 

 “As he fuckin should! That’s what you have me for baby, so you aren’t doing that shit to yourself anymore!” You can tell he’s trying to sound authoritative but instead, he just sounds sad and equally disappointed!”

“I know, Tae, I know, I’m fuckin workin’ on it!.” Your delivery comes out a little sharper than you intended but he’s known you far too long to take it personally or even fully acknowledge it honestly! 

“Speaking of, I actually met this kid, not fully a kid he’s like 21, but anyway he just graduated from USC, for some sort of Film. I actually ran into him at Starbucks today and he’s supposed to be sending me his resume and some video reels in a little while.” 

A low hum ringing in the back of your throat, far too focused on carving out your brows to talk...but he took that as a hint to continue. 

“His name is Jungkook, he seems somewhat promising just from talking to him, so, I’ll feel it out and if it seems worth your time I’ll forward over his information! I’m also going to try and set up a couple of interviews for you and Joonie next week!” 

Offering a faint nod in response, still far too focused on your makeup to give much else, or realize the sudden fire burning in Taehyung's eyes as he watches you get ready. Silk robe hanging loosely off your frame, a pair of white lace panties peeking out...

“What time were the two of you trying to get dropped off at the airport?” The sudden shift in conversation, and the blatant octave change had your eyes meeting him through the mirror. Trying to feel out his mood…

“In the next hour or so…” Then there’s Namjoon, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but his dress pants, an unbuttoned silk shirt, and a smirk that screams nothing but trouble. 

“Come’re” The bass in Namjoon’s voice alone has chills running down your spine, a second away from shifting out of your seat until you realize he’s not talking to you. Flicking his finger in the redhead’s direction, edging him off the wall slowly. Biting his lip as he sways coyly in your husband’s direction. 

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THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE! FOR NOW, IF YOU LIKED IT.. ,SHOW THIS SOME LOVE AND I’LL CONSIDER ADDING TO IT!  I DID MAP OUT THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS LAST YEAR WHEN I STARTED THIS BUT I DIDN’T PHYSICALLY WRITE THEM! BTW I KNOW I DIDIN’T MENTIONED ALL OF THEM, BUT ALL O BTS MINUS KOOK WORK FOR THE OC AND NAMJOON!

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hocus pocus — 2

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pairing: maknae line x reader

summary: jungkook wags his tail and his eyes look like truffles. jimin drinks blood out of juice boxes and bendy straws and tries to wink but ends up blinking both his eyes closed. taehyung likes the ocean and all kinds of art and apologizes to rocks. you don’t know if they want to take you out the date way or the assassination way and somehow you think it’s both.

genre: werewolf!jungkook, vampire!jimin, hybrid!taehyung, witch!reader; humor (??); poly!au (in the future!)

words: 7.2k

You don't really know how you got roped into this.

Maybe you hadn't. Maybe Namjoon drank a luck potion that day and managed to get through to you. Maybe he used one of his manipulative tactics on you that he seems to do to all his customers. ("Or maybe you're soft," you hear Namjoon say. You smack him upside the head).

But it's not all bad. His shop smells like sage and rosemary and butter cookies and something soft all around, so that the edges are safe enough to press against. You wonder if your own store smells this homey to other people.

The whole store is like a library. The walls can barely even be considered walls anymore, stacked from top to bottom with books - most with cracked spines, well-worn pages and a musty smell that spoke of ages long past. No low hanging vines or roses gossiping to the nearby hydrangeas and no Jungkook trotting around in oversized clothes.

There's none of that, but when you close your eyes you can almost feel a gentle breeze, the muted buzz of cicadas, a bird fluttering somewhere overhead, as if you hadn't stepped inside a building at all. Namjoon's store is a different kind of gentle. Like something wise hangs in the air, just out of reach.

There are random items scattered about, and you remember what Namjoon once told you. How his store is dedicated to the lost. Objects that they value most are scattered about neatly. There's an assortment of jewelry and photos and family heirlooms and paintings. You smile lightly at the wedding rings and grimace at the less than decent items. (There are more dildos than one would think).

Sometimes people wander inside without remembering what inclined them to do so, drawn to items they don't remember they'd lost and items they'd been searching their whole lives for. Objects appear without warning, waiting to be found by the lost. It's how Namjoon met Seokjin. It's how the two met the ginger cat that walked in one day and has been here so long Namjoon even named him.

("I say we call him Ginger." You'd suggested, your cheek pressed to their horribly uncomfortable couch, and you immediately feel claws digging into your back.

"The cat hates it," Seokjin says, popping a cheeto into his mouth with conviction.

Namjoon nods solemnly, "It is kind of a terrible name," he admits.

"OH!" You say with mock surprise, twisting your head like they do in those terrible horror movies just to glare at Namjoon. "What an interesting opinion, soundcloud user Runch Randa."

Seokjin cackles and the cat makes a strange choking sound, almost like it's laughing too. Namjoon's ears flush red.

The weight momentarily disappears from your back, only to reappear seconds later. "Oh, yep, that's a male alright."

"Jin-hyung!" Namjoon yelps, horrified, "You can't just- just do that without asking!"

"Joon, babe, it's a cat. I'll say please next time, okay?")

It was then decided that his name would be Kimbap. He's grown a bit chubbier than before, and you wonder what Seokjin has been feeding him for that to happen so quickly.

The silence reminds you of why you're here in the first place. ("I'm being used."

"NO you are NOT! Just- think of it as a favor to your old pal Namjoon."

"You're insufferable.")

You've mostly been idling around the counter so far, only helping the middle aged lady that had walked in a few hours back. She'd been drawn to a pair of old baby shoes. "I tried selling them once. My husband didn't let me." She smiled lightly, the shoes small and snug and delicate as they sat in the palm of her hands. "They've never been worn, after all."

She walked out without another word, and for a moment too long you wondered how brave Namjoon must be to hear these stories every day.

"Hello?" A tiny voice whispers, a lilting tone of wonder. You search around and spot the tip of a head by the edge of the counter, wild strands sticking out every which way. Leaning forward reveals a little girl just barely shorter than the counter, chubby cheeks and all as she makes grabby hands at you. "Are you a witch?" She asks with stars in her eyes.

"Why, yes I am!" You grin, and in a blink and a snap of your fingers the lights overhead turn off, the candles' flames flickering alight one by one. She stares on in wonder, mouth agape.

It's then you're reminded of your true reason of being here.

"Would you like your future told?"

To lie to children, that is.

You have no idea how to work this thing.

The crystal ball is perched on some sort of decorative table centerpiece that Namjoon likely found on Walmart, and if the crystal ball itself has any magical properties you certainly don't know how to make use of them. It's colored a charming, rustic gold that you're not sure whether is spray painted or natural but it's pretty all the same.

Nevertheless, making up people's futures has been fun. The cheery little werewolf girl is too energetic and will likely hurt herself in the near future if she's too careless. The human with the pigtails will find love soon in the most unconventional of places. The bratty fox hybrid boy that kicked your shin is straight up going to end up in jail (but will find someone to help him through his struggles, you added just for his parents not to potentially sue you).

Namjoon walks in at some point just as you're done performing a magic trick on a wide eyed boy that's no older than nine, the highest form of magic you can perform, most likely. He leaves with a skip in his step, little daisy tucked into his shirt pocket. Purity and innocence.

The real store owner watches the little boy leave softly before turning towards you with a raised brow.

"Namjoon, my man! Are you finally here to save me?" You cheer, clasping your hands together. The traitor in question pats your head softly, and you instantly deflate.

"Not yet, Y/n-ah, just here to get something." He says with his back turned to you, climbing the ladder on the wall in search of a book, much like Belle does in Beauty and the Beast. Namjoon is both the beauty and the beast, in this case. Your instincts tell you to run while his back is turned, but something tells you that you won't get too far before someone inevitably finds and snitches on you because you're surrounded by traitors.

"You came all this way to get a book?" You ask, stupefied.

"Spell book. I gotta be quick though, Jin-hyung says that I'm on bathroom cleaning duty if I don't hurry up."

You laugh at that, "You know he'll just find a way to make you clean the bathroom anyway, right?"

"Yeah. I hate him. He's the devil."

"He's your boyfriend."

He sighs, a fond thing. "Yeah." And that's that.

Kimbap climbs onto the counter with ease, despite how chunky he's gotten. You pat him solemnly as you glare at Namjoon with all your might.

"Mind telling me what you're doing that's important enough to have me be here, lying to innocent children?" You quip, looking away from your glaring to coo at Kimbap nuzzling into your hand.

"You're actually quite good at reading people. The ball does look like you don't know how to use it, though," he says as he pulls out a book that's so thick it's more of a dictionary than anything. "The ball is sad." He adds.

"The ball doesn't have feelings."

"It doesn't," Namjoon agrees as he slides down the ladder, and for a second you worry for his safety as his knees wobble when he reaches the ground, book safely in hand. "It's not the ball that has magic. It's the air that does. Everything that does. The world is magical, holds more magic than you'd think, you just have to be the one to look for it. The ball is more of a handy tool." He grins and for a second he looks too wise. Too grown. Something about his tone makes you feel like he knows more than he's letting on. It makes you feel small.

"You wanna take a peek into my future, then?" You ask, and you're answered by a pair of knee-deep dimples.

"Can't. Tried once, unintentionally. The memories are all fuzzy." He looks a bit too happy as he says it. A little too fond.

"What does that mean?"

He pats your head again as he leaves, answers over his shoulder, "It means I'm in your future." The muted buzz of cicadas and fluttering of birds and the gentle breeze are ever so present as Namjoon opens the glass doors, steps into the outside. "Your future is awfully warm, though," he adds right before leaving, right before he trips over the doorstep and nearly falls face first into the concrete. He rights himself, stepping out calmly as if it never happened. You're too bewildered to laugh.

"I think it was destiny? Like, it wasn't my lack of housing options that brought us together. I think Y/n's, like, my soul-roommate."

Bright robes rustle as Seokjin props his elbow on the counter, resting his chin on his hand with a sigh. Jungkook flinches when the older male's too-large wings skim at the edge of a nearby bookshelf, and it rocks back and forth for a second too long before regaining its balance. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Jungkook takes a good look at his very much angelic friend, the man in question squinting his eyes suspiciously at him.

"So you mean your soulmate?" He says, voice flat, eyes narrowed.

"No, hyung," Jungkook exasperates, "My soul-roommate. As in, I wanna be her roommate forever."

Seokjin squints. Downs his glass of water as if it were vodka.

Now, Seokjin could tell it like it is right now and rid Jungkook of his stress like wringing out a washcloth, fast and easy and with little repercussions. But Seokjin will not. Seokjin will let this drag on until the man figures out what do himself.

This isn't the kind of decision he can make, anyway. "Alright. That's nice, Jungkook-ah."

"Yeah! Yeah. It is." Jungkook picks up a broom Seokjin's wings had knocked over, apologizes quietly to it before placing it back against the wall.

The angel drums his hands on the wooden counter, looking up in thought. "And what about that Jimin fellow?"

Jungkook trips over his own feet on his way to the tray of crystals, and the older laughs almost maniacally at him. "What about him?" Jungkook slurs.

"Nothing, nothing, I've seen enough." He says with a laugh, wings fluttering in delight with a mind of their own.

Jungkook huffs indignantly, reaches for a nearby crystal colored a soft purple, begins polishing it aggressively with his apron. It warms in his palm, like it's been resting near a fire.

"Who's that?" Jungkook's ears perk at Jin's soft exclamation, and he looks out the window curiously.

There's a deer hybrid by the door.

The buck looks through the glass with an almost childlike curiosity, eyes lighting up like a fire. Something inclines him to walk in like it does with every customer, so he does; bending a bit so his antlers fit through the door frame, and Jungkook can't help but consider the gesture to be the most adorable thing.

The boy's sneakers squick, squeak, squish as he steps further into the building, marveling at the tiny expanse of the shop Jungkook considers his home. A lone bulb hangs by the shelves of poetry, its glow muted until the boy steps in to read some of the spine titles. Jungkook can't help but feel like the room has gotten a tad bit warmer, a tad bit brighter.

The werewolf watches the hybrid pad towards the tray of crystals. Some of them are raw and jagged and the size of his palm; others are smooth and fitting enough to be made into a necklace, maybe even a pair of earrings. The boy reaches for a purple one buffed into an oval, marvels at it before pressing it to his chest.

"Do you like purple?" Jungkook asks once he gets close, laughs as the boy jumps. He continues, "Amethyst. It's pretty. It cleanses one's energy field of negative influences and is known to relieve stress and dispel anger, fear, and anxiety. Also alleviates sadness."

The hybrid stares at him. The hybrid stares at him because there's a werewolf talking about energy as if it's a tangible thing and telling him rocks have magical properties. "Rocks can't do that."

"Hey!" Jungkook yelps, grabs at a nearby rock, holds it close to his chest, "You can't call them rocks. They're crystals, crystals." 

"Oh." the buck blinks once, twice. He stares at the not-rock in his hand. Pats it a little bit. "Sorry."

"s'okay."

The boy looks small tucked into his jacket like that, and Jungkook watches as he fiddles with the zipper a bit, holds it between his fingers. "You work here?" The boy asks as softly as a voice can get, walking past a lamp that warms to life beside him.

"Yeah- yeah! I do. Work here, that is." Jungkook replies, just as soft, working at a loose thread on the hem of his shirt. The boy's gaze is so so warm. Something urges Jungkook to shift his gaze to the ground and the other can't look away.

Jungkook laughs lightly as the boy sneezes suddenly, sniffles and rubs at his nose. "Is it the smell? It's quite a lot, isn't it? It messed with me in the beginning, too." He adds, tone a little too fond.

"Ah, yeah, I guess. Smells strong here, but, like. Nice." The boy says, steps in close to a vase filled with orchids and lilies and peonies and gardenias; femininity, purity, love, trust. He feels as a leaf curls around his outstretched finger like it's inviting him closer, welcoming him home. And he laughs, softly, like he can hear the flowers' hushed whispers.

"What do you think flowers talk about?" He mutters, and Jungkook almost flusters at the low rasp of his voice. Daegu, it comes to the werewolf all at once. Daegu boy. Jungkook's struck with the thought that he's never been to Daegu but it kinda already feels like home.

"Uh. I don't know. I've done some embarrassing things in front of them, so. Probably that."

The other laughs, movements syrupy slow as he stands up straight, antlers towering over the werewolf's form. Jungkook kinda wants to touch it. Kinda wants to touch all of him. Kinda wants to drown himself in the other's voice, the rough low of it, kinda wants to get his lips sticky with it. "Looks like they like you, though," he adds.

"I guess I'm just too charming, huh?" The boy says and then does something incredible. Something so mind boggling and out of place and so so endearing it has Jungkook's heart do something uncertain in his chest; an inverted beat, everything backwards, all the blood pumping the wrong way.

The boy winks.

Oh no.

Jungkook makes a weird noise from the back of his throat and he guesses there's something on his face because in just a second the boy laughs, laughs so hard it's like his heart is trying to crawl its way out his chest, like it's too big for him to hold on his own. It's beautiful. Jungkook wants to live in that sound, listen to it for hours on repeat like a broken radio.

It seems that's when the magic breaks because the boy remembers he's here to do business and takes notice of the weight in his hand, looks down at the crystal in his palm. "How much is this?"

Jungkook blinks. "Oh. I don't know. Y/n's responsible for that kinda stuff." He suddenly smiles, cheekily adding, "guess it's free!"

A laugh tumbles out the boys' lips, big and unreserved. Jungkook thinks he's just like that. Open and honest, easily able to light up a room with just a smile. "I can't just take it for free," he says as he places it back on the tray where he'd taken it.

"Sure you can! I'm encouraging it!"

The boy shakes his head, gaze flickering back to the crystal on the tray. He remembers how warm it felt on his palm, fitting like it belonged.

"Can crystals really heal you?" He asks, looking at the werewolf from beneath his lashes. He continues and the words don't feel like they're his, like someone's plucking them from out of him, "It just. Doesn't make sense. For it to be that easy, I mean."

Jungkook smiles and it melts the boy down to his bones. The younger boy picks up the crystal, tap tap taps at it like it'll give him the answers he needs. Offers it with an outstretched hand and a knowing smile. "They can heal you if you believe they can." Jungkook rolls his eyes with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Just take it, you nerd."

Daegu boy bites his lips cherry red. "Yeah. Yeah, okay," Taehyung's so close Jungkook can see flecks of gold in his eyes, like leftover traces of the sun. He takes the crystal. And then in a blink he's gone, hands in his pockets as he trudges back out the way he came, "I'm Taehyung, by the way!"

"I'm Jungkook!" A goofy smile and a silly wave. The boy waves back. Ends up hitting his antlers on the doorway, backtracks with his head clutched in hands, and Jungkook openly laughs.

The boy leaves and the werewolf is struck with the thought that maybe he falls in love way too easily.

Something about today feels slightly off and you have no idea what it is.

Maybe it's just the lumpiness of the bed. Not the actual bed, just the jacket Jungkook had left laying around that's currently digging into your back as you lay lifelessly on your bed. You think you're having a crisis, a midlife crisis at the peak of your adulthood. And that's cool. That's fine. Totally normal and not at all disconcerting.

You feel a shadow tower over your body, and you peel open an eye to spot the very familiar that's causing your back such anguish, his brow cocked with purpose. "Why do you look like that?"

"huh?" you hum, and you think you're blinking but it's like someone is doing it for you, like you're drifting in and out of consciousness. "Look like what?"

He snorts like the answer is obvious, and it probably is. "Like someone just told you your ass is flat."

"That is rude and I am offended." You say without a hint of anger in your voice, and you briefly think of how that's probably your normal tone with Jungkook. Kinda soft and kinda playful and a fondness hidden just under your tongue, trying to wriggle its way out.

Jungkook says something akin to noona, do you want me to tie your hair for you? and noona, are you going to hyung's party? and noona, did you brush your teeth today? all at once, and at first you're mildly offended at the last one before you swipe your tongue over the front of your teeth and realize you haven't.

Then his words somewhat catch up to you and your brows furrow in question, "What party?"

"Ah. Namjoon-hyung's and Seokjin-hyung's. Something about an anniversary of theirs, but it's been less than a year? So I don't really know what they're celebrating? I think it's a pre-one-year-anniversary-party. Which is stupid because why don't they just celebrate it when it's actually been a year? I don't know. It's kinda wild."

You laugh at that, sitting up groggily and it's then that your familiar releases a little shriek, "Yikes! Do you want me to hire an exorcist? I think there's, like, three of them just around the block, I can run and get them for you!"

Your feet pad over the somewhat cold floor, and you slap the man's chest as you pass him by, his laughter following you on your way to the bathroom, and you can hear his tail bumping wildly against the wall as it wags carelessly.

At some point while you're brushing your teeth Jungkook pads lightly beside you, joining you with a toothbrush of his own. You're both staring at each other from your reflections in the mirror and you try to give him a smile but it results in toothpaste dribbling down your chin and Jungkook laughs so hard he spits a bit on the mirror.

Some odd sense of peace engulfs you then and it feels oddly dreamy, like an early morning breeze. Jungkook opens the windows to let some fresh air in while he makes sleepy sounds and you just kind of sit there, looking but not seeing, thinking of nothing and everything.

It's an early friday and the shop won't open for another two days so you have nothing to do but you feel like you do. You think it's the stress getting to you but you're not sure if that's it. You wonder if maybe Namjoon's psychic powers are contagious and your third eye has opened without your knowledge.

You watch as Jungkook pads over to your shared kitchen; the one that doesn't have your cauldron and your stove and your potions like the one just downstairs by the shop does. In fact, this one doesn't have a stove at all. Sometimes Jungkook walks all the way down to the other kitchen just to make proper food because it's not like you have the money to buy another stove, anyway. ("Jungkook we don't have a stove how are you going to make chicken nuggets?"

"But I have a lighter and determination."

"This is a bad idea and you're going to regret it.")

(He regretted it.)

Actually, you're not quite sure when Jungkook started living here. You can barely even remember how it was before Jungkook, when it was just you living alone in the apartment right above your dainty little shop, and now you can't imagine waking up without his sleepy sounds and your playful banter. It feels surreal. You wonder if it will last. You want to wish that it will, but you wonder if it's selfish.

You come to at the tragic sight of the familiar in question aggressively pouring cereal into his bowl, the milk already inside splashing around in waves. You sigh and stand up, the couch beneath you squeaking in protest.

Jungkook smiles as you come to a stop beside him. "G'morning," he says so so softly, like it's the first time he sees you- pretty little grin, pretty little curve to his lips.

"hi." you say, just as soft. This is nice. Everything is nice and smells and feels like Jungkook; solid. Safe. A comfort.

"You wanna watch Your Name?" he asks suddenly into the open air, and you laugh quietly at his determined eyes.

"That's like your de-stressing mechanism."

"Hey, it's valid."

And so it's a quiet friday morning. Jungkook has Kiki's Delivery Service queued and he's hoping there will be time to watch Ponyo like he's wanted to for so long and the afternoon will pass by like that, the two of you sitting around and watching movies and nature documentaries and tossing popcorn kernels at each other- sometimes with purpose, other times without.

Jungkook speaks up somewhere between shrimps being able to see colors we don't even know exist and lizards literally shooting blood out their eyes, and you turn away from the nature documentary to face him, "So are you going to that party? Jin-hyung said there'll be cake and mario kart and many people and stuff." He says before stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

You blink for a few seconds in thought because yes yes yes but no no no. Yes because you love your friends and you love being able to see them happy and you love seeing Namjoon lose to Jin at mario kart for the umpteenth time. But no because the last time you met a new person you almost fell in love with them so no, you will not be meeting anyone new for a while.

(Well, maybe not necessarily in love, you tell yourself. That seems excessive. More like a maybe-love. More like a I could love you, if you let me).

"I'll think about it," you lie through your teeth, and the werewolf pretends to be convinced as he flashes you a little smile that's knowing in a way that makes you feel a bit small.

"Okay," he says, shrugs, turns back to the TV that's now saying something about dolphins being insomniacs but you're too caught up in your familiar's nonchalance to pay any attention to it.

The couch is a lumpy disaster. A huge mistake. Possibly the biggest one of your life. You kinda wish couches had never been born as you try for the fifth time to adjust your legs only to fail miserably, settling for fiddling with your glass.

This is downright blasphemy. Outrageous. You don't know how you got here or what's happening, but Jungkook disappeared somewhere in the crowd and Jin is, as expected, beating some poor person's ass at mario kart, and Hoseok and Yoongi are getting a bit too intimate by the sugar cookie icing, and you think the punch you're drinking has more alcohol than you were accounting for.

You think you should chew the gummy worms that are mixed into the punch better because there are more than a few instances in which you forget they're in there and end up choking on them. But it's fine because the home you're in smells like scorched firewood and maple syrup and Kimbap is sitting beside you on the couch, dressed very politely and with a little bow tie tied to his collar.

You'd tried to get up once, tried to face the crowd. Tried to face Jungkook's admittedly inevitable betrayal. There were plenty of faces you recognized, some you didn't, and at some point you were trying to push through the people cheering for Seokjin when your hand brushed over someone's chest; pecs. Pecs means Jungkook.

He took one look at your face and quite literally dived and disappeared into the crowd to avoid your glare, and you pretend he's escaped your grasp even when you see his bumbling form run into the kitchen three seconds later.

So here you are, back on the lumpy, overused couch of the infamous fiends that are Namjoon and Seokjin, petting their cat. Kimbap is a funny fellow. Always with his head held high, confident as he strides from one corner to the next and paws at your ankles for attention. You strive to be Kimbap.

"You have a good life," you say to the cat, petting lazily at his head. "Eat, sleep, some adventure, more sleeping, definitely more eating. You don't have to worry about love or being alone or - or rent."

Kimbap blinks, one eye then the other. Yawns. Promptly whacks the middle of your face with the tip of his tail. "Fucking punk," you mutter.

So you're at a party. You're never usually at parties, but the owners of the distasteful couch will have been together for one year as of three months from now, and you don't know why they don't just celebrate it three months from now when it's actually been a year, but the punch tastes bad enough to be considered good and Kimbap is nice enough company and everyone's having fun so you don't mind much.

"Why, hello there." A voice says from above you, and your shoulders stiffen and your grasp on the punch cup tightens.

You look up and it's Jimin. Jimin, the vampire. Jimin, Jungkook's crush. Jimin, a Raphaelite painting come to life, dark pants and a shirt with so many buttons undone it can't even be considered a shirt, more like a suggestion of one.

He plops on the couch beside you just as Kimbap scrambles away- another traitor- and you look away from his collarbones to see the boy grinning, openly and unabashedly, fangs and all. He's definitely not alcohol drunk. He's drunk off something a little more intangible, maybe.

"Look," he mutters but you're already looking. At his eyes and his hands and his stupid eyelashes. Spider-leg long eyelashes. No one should feel this overwhelmed by eyelashes.

Jimin takes one look at you and promptly swallows his glass of vodka as if it were water. You think he's smiling when he turns to look at you again but you're looking at the ground, sinking deeper into the couch - cheeks aflame, human fondue. You think you can become one with the couch. Maybe it's not that bad. You pat it fondly.

The vampire laughs with his whole body, doubling over, almost toppling off the couch. Your breath hitches a bit but you try not to think too much about it. Try not to think about anything, really.

"The punch is good," you say lamely.

"No it isn't."

"No, it isn't." you agree, then down the punch in one go. You slam the empty glass on the armrest and feel your face contort with so much adamant disgust that Jimin laughs fully, and the sound is beautiful and incredibly - Jimin, you not-think.

You're still Not Thinking. It's actually amazing how much you're Not Thinking, you not-think. It's amazing what the human brain can do once you set your mind to it. There's so many things you're not thinking about! You're not thinking about how Jimin shuffles the tiniest bit closer to you, or how he leans into you fully when he laughs, or how he lights up the room with his laugh alone.

It's kind of a blur what happened after that. Jimin started talking about how kiwi is the worst of all fruits, and the conversation somehow diverts into the plot holes and the fall of capitalism, and then somehow- somehow- into slang terms for penis. ("I'm just saying that if someone were to approach me and tell me their wang is hard again I can and will block them from my life," he says with so much open hate it has you choking on a laugh).

You learn he volunteers at a nearby shelter.

You learn he, for some reason, thinks the O blood type is an actual abomination and should be burned for its sins. ("Nothing against people with O blood types, though, I'm sure they're lovely!" he makes sure to add.)

You learn he's been convinced by outside sources that Tony Stark is a raging feminist.

You learn he's beautiful and lovely and sometimes, when the light hits him just right, you can see flecks of red in his eyes.

Talking with Jimin is easy, really easy. You love words, but sometimes they're easier to say than others. You're surprised how easy they were to come out, how easy they were to say. You thought you would whisper them or they would get stuck in your throat. You thought you would slur them together or fracture them into too many. But with Jimin it's just easy, always so easy, he's always so patient and willing to listen.

Jimin is so tender, so pretty, lighting up a room without even realizing it. He's so bright. Bright enough for you to think this, this. This is why Jungkook likes him so much, and it's then that you slump backwards and every previously undiscovered lump reintroduces themselves to your butt. You were wrong, you take it back - the couch fucking sucks.

At some point it becomes so bright you had to excuse yourself, had to hide and curl in the nearest bathroom.

You're curled up in yourself on the toilet seat when a voice in your head tells you that you can't stay here forever. You have an assignment due monday. Jungkook will probably give out all the shop's products for free and adopt three more goldfish and a hamster and a golden retriever completely on impulse. Kimbap will probably miss you. Or not. Many times you don't know if he likes you or if he uses you for food and pats.

After a moment or two you stand up, fake a flush. Wash your hands, dry them. Dab some cold water on your neck. Wash your hands again. Dab some more water on the back of your neck, your forehead, your chest - anything to cool down. Wrists? Knees? Jungkook always puts some cologne there because of heat glands or something, but you're not sure if that has anything to do with him being a werewolf.

When you walk out it's with a confidence that you most certainly don't have, and you pretend you didn't just almost have a mental breakdown in the bathroom of your friend's almost-anniversary party as you walk back to the lumpy couch. Only this time it's not just Jimin.

This time it's Jimin talking so so tenderly to the boy next to him, little giggles spilling from his lips as he whispers into his ear, throwing himself onto the boy's shoulder and smiles at him with so much open adoration that your chest kinda ached a bit.

And it's not Jungkook like you expected - no. It's a boy. The boy. Honey boy. The boy that takes trains early in the morning and loves the ocean and loves his family before anything else. A split second and the boy smiles and then you know, you know it's the boy and not some sort of fever dream, some sort of hunger confusing your eyes and your brain and your heart. A smile all mirth and joy, one you think can't quite get captured right in a photograph. Boxy and bold and wild.

You turn back the way you came from and you think you hear someone calling after you but your brain is too hazy to make out what was said at all. You look around frantically for Jungkook, find him still hanging by the kitchen, drunk off the punch gummy worms and trying to pour some more into his cup but spilling half of it onto the kitchen counter.

"I'm leaving." You say to him, just to let him know, not because you expect him to follow you but because you expect him to worry when he searches and can't find you. You turn with the intention of leaving and he gently grabs your wrist, and you see something in his eyes - hazy and dreamy with alcohol and confusion and something else.

"Why? What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asks, tugs you forward gently to bring you closer, voice not reaching beyond a whisper, soft all around the edges.

"No no, nothing happened, please don't worry." You say, try to pry him off you just as gently, but he remains firm as he looks around for the potential threat that doesn't exist - doesn't exist, because you're making a big deal out of nothing, you know you are.

Because the boy you're already in love with is off limits and the two boys you just might have been almost in love with are together and you're a fool. The biggest fool. The biggest fool because you've almost just fallen for not one, not two, but three people, three people that are not at all interested, and you think there's something wrong with you that you're not quite ready to deal with just yet.

You look up and you see his jaw tighten, something akin to anger flicker in his eyes and no- no no no, you didn't mean for this to happen, didn't mean to ruin his night. "I'm going home, please don't worry about me and have fun. Please?"

He releases a breath and looks back down at you, expression softening so much it melts you down to your bones. "I won't let you go home like this. Let me walk you?"

You want to say no, want to let him have his fun, but he's looking at you with such quiet determination and you're just so, so tired. "okay," you say breathlessly.

You make sure to say goodbye to everyone before you leave, patting Namjoon extra hard on the back so that he stumbles forward with an oof. Jungkook's hand is on your back the whole time, a quiet reassurance.

You think you've done a pretty good job at avoiding them. It's kinda hard with Jungkook, since you live with him and all, but you try to eat your meals at separate times and avoid looking him in the eye when he gets too close. You take train rides at night now, just in case, try not to look at the ocean when you pass it by. Flinch so hard when you passed by an animal shelter that a kind old lady actually stopped to ask if you were okay.

There's kind of a box in your chest. It stores all the unwanted feelings, keeps them all at bay. But sometimes the box breaks. Breaks when you need it intact the most. Your box is crumpled, old, tearing at the seams, little bits and pieces spilling bit by bit until the day comes when they break out all at once, and you think the day gets closer the more you deal with things alone.

You think the day is today as a boy comes flying through the door, clothes and hair disheveled, and you think you look more than a bit petrified as the vampire you'd been avoiding for a few weeks launches towards you, smacks a few crumpled bills onto the counter.

"How do I say fuck you in flower?" He says, something wild threatening to tumble out of his chest as he inhales a shaky breath, and you scramble to gather the flowers for the bouquet, despite the oddity of the request.

Carnation, foxglove, meadowsweet; disdain, insincerity, uselessness. You add a daffodil in there just for the heck of it - new beginnings. Which is ironic, coming from you.

He watches as you tie the bouquet together, and there's something gentle about his gaze despite the fact your heart is threatening to tumble out of your chest and he looked seriously intimidating, like, two seconds ago.

You hand the bouquet over after tying a bow around its end and he takes it with a smile, walking out the door without even bothering to wait for his change. There's silence for a moment. Nothing. Then he walks right back in, bouquet still in hand, places it back on the counter and pushes it closer to you. You stare, stunned.

You make a weird noise and you think you've just keyboard smashed in real life because that's when Jimin loses all composure, laughing joyfully and clutching at his stomach.

"It's- for you," he says after a moment, gaze flickering from you to the bouquet then back to you then back to the bouquet.

"What did I do?" You ask but you know what you did. You straight up ran away from him. Straight up told him you were coming back and then you just didn't. Kinda ditched him there on the lumpiness of the couch, but you didn't think he would notice, didn't think he would remember anything that isn't related to honey boy - not that you'd blame him.

Jimin looks at you knowingly. You manage to hold his gaze for less than a second before looking down at your shoes.

"Do you wanna have dinner with us?" He's drawling. You think it's a nervous tic. "Me. Taehyung. Jungkook, too, if he wants." He says and looks at the door behind you, as if waiting for Jungkook to walk through it.

Ah, you think, mustering up a smile, so his name is Taehyung. "Taehyung," you say, testing how it sounds on your tongue.

"Yeah," he smiles something a little too fond, a little too endeared. "Taehyung."

"But- Me?" You fold your arms, shift on your feet, uncertainty lacing your every word, "You want me to go, too?"

Jimin looks a little too confused, a crease between his brows. The crease goes soft when he smiles or feigns surprise, but it never quite mushes away. You kinda wanna kiss him there one day.

"Of course I do. Why would I not?" A sludge that had been spreading through your insides seems to evaporate the tiniest bit at that, and you can almost feel your heart melting out of your chest, dripping over your ribs like cheese fondue.

"Oh," you mutter, and that's that.

Jimin smiles again and you wonder how he does it, how he manages to smile so much, if he ever gets tired of it. He fishes through his pocket for a moment, pulls out his phone. "Let's exchange numbers, yeah?"

And so you do. In complete silence. Please tell me what to say, you beg your shit brain, but it just continues the mantra of curse words on repeat. It's sunny and he's close to the window where the roses are giggling under their breaths, where the light is hitting him in all the right ways.

"What, no tips?" You ask the boy's back as he leaves, bouquet in hand and carrying it all too delicately, like someone who has a lot of love in his heart, and he's laughing over his shoulder as he opens the door.

"I gave you one last time!"

"That's not how it works!" You yell but he's already gone, leaving a trail of giggles in his wake.

"Are you serious? They invited us over for dinner?"

"Yeah," you say as you pick up a box with a huff, softening as Jungkook runs over to grab it from you. You mutter a thank you before continuing, "Is it that hard to believe?"

"Kinda!" He huffs but you're almost sure it's from mock anger than it is from carrying heavy boxes around, "We're going, right?"

"I don't know.." Your familiar gasps a bit too dramatically as he sets the box down on the counter.

"Noona, I'm pretty sure there's a law that states that you have to go to dinner when two attractive men ask you to."

"Source."

"Namjoon is the smartest person in the world and he confirms this."

"I confirm this." You jump as the man in question pops up behind you, and you have no idea how and when he got here.

You groan. "Fine."

Jungkook whoops loudly and Namjoon, despite not really knowing what's going on, joins in with the same amount of enthusiasm. It's incredibly endearing and you hate both of them.

[koalitypop]

how to make a bookworm fall in love with (all of) you || chapter 1 - “nothing”

pairings: OT7 x reader 

tags: love for books, polyamory (in the future) 

word count: 2.9k

chapter 2

a/n: all of the books that have been mentioned are real books and i specifically recommend reading “Nothing” - it is one of my favourite books and it is a great read if you are looking for something rather philosophical. i hope you enjoy the piece! 

When all 7 members of BTS entered the local bookstore, where you spent every afternoon, surprisingly, you couldn’t be any more annoyed. You could hear that a group of pretty noisy people had entered, but because of the shelves in front of you, you couldn’t see them – all you did was sigh and continue reading the resume of that thriller book you saw everywhere you went.  

Books were your biggest passion. They helped you understand yourself better and were your secret escape universe from this tiring awful world. And after years on years, being supported only by fictional characters and magical worlds, you decided to try to surround yourself with books, as they were one of the not so many things, which brought you happiness and comfort.  

You treasured the few hours you spent every day in that bookstore a lot and there were many reasons about it - it was really warm and cosy, constantly smelled like tea, wasn’t really bright and, most importantly, it was located in the rather calm place in your neighbourhood. It totally fit your imaginations for the best bookshop.  

“Yaah, it smells really good in here”, a boy exclaimed somewhere in the bookstore.

You rolled your eyes, irritated. Was it necessary for this boy to scream?

Many steps coming from different places and a boy’s shade on your right - someone was getting closer to you. “It must be one of those punks” you instantly thought. It wasn’t hard for you to imagine their hands scrunching and creasing the books or not putting them in the correct place, making cold shivers creep down your back. Such a disrespectful attitude towards books wasn’t something you could tolerate.  

The resume of that thriller book sounded promising, but you put it back at its place and decided to continue wandering around, hopefully not meeting any of those nasty sounding people.  

You turned left twice, going to the Young Adult section of the bookstore. The quantity of Young Adult books was astonishing, especially for a bookstore, which wasn’t a part of chain stores. Young Adult wasn’t exactly your favourite category when it comes to books, but as every other thing in regard to books, it was worth a try. Despite that, your favourite book was categorised as Young Adult one.  

A new hardcover edition of Looking for Alaska. Not your all-time favourite, but still a very good read. The new edition was really beautiful, still mostly black as the origina-. 

“Gosh, those idiots again!”

Someone ran into the section out, almost breaking one shelf, making you turn your gaze to him in shock. That person looked pretty interesting - wearing a very old-looking coat, with wide pants and a Ravenclaw sweater underneath, a pretty ridiculous outfit, which however looked gorgeous on him. If you could only see his face, his stupid baseball cap getting in the way.

The boy looked at you and sighed. “Ah, sorry-” at first starting in Korean, “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” then he continued in a very bold American accent.

He made a bow-like movement and continued looking for whatever he was looking for. Fortunately, you were able to get a few glances of his face. Olive tan, beautiful brown hair and sinfully plump lips, as his tall and fit figure wasn’t seductive enough. It was a miracle to see such a handsome boy in a bookshop.  

He cursed behind you, obviously not finding the book. You were trying to carry on with the resume, when after one not very well-coordinated clumsy movement, he was standing dangerously close to you, still searching.  

You tried not to send curious glances every two seconds, but, God, it was so damn hard. His eyes jumping around the shelves in between the tittles, trying to find one, so focused, with his lips slightly opened, making him look immensely cute.

Someone shouted something from the other end of the bookstore. And then, you remembered.  

He must be a part of this noisy group, which entered a few minutes ago. He probably wasn’t so smart as he seemed, maybe he spoke English, because he’s Korean-America, despite not looking as one. He's probably buying a book for his girlfriend, as a late gift for an anniversary. Or for a cousin. Definitely not for himself.

“I found it!” he screamed, pulling a book out.  

Nothing by Janne Teller. Your favourite book.  

Okay, this changed the things a lot. You could say something, you had the rights to do so. Maybe, just maybe, you were a bit too harsh on him, maybe he truly was buying the book for himself, maybe he’s even a bookworm, just like you. You could just simply praise him, nothing overboard, only acknowledging the fact that he has made a great choice.  

“Good choice. It’s my favourite book.” you remarked in Korean.  

The boy turned to you so fast, you were afraid he would bump into you just as he did a few minutes ago into the shelves.  

“It’s mine too! I reread it every mon-… Wait, you speak Korean?” he was so excited to speak about the book, it took him some time to figure out that you are speaking in his native language, despite obviously not being Korean.  

“Would I be looking for a book in a Korean bookstore, if I didn’t?” you chuckled. Pronunciation, accent – you sounded as a native speaker.  

“You speak really well! It’s surprising. Korean is a very difficult language and not many people are able to speak as well as us Koreans do! Not that you look dumb, I mean you look nice, even smart... Oh, God, don’t mind my blabbering.” he ended up getting all shy and blushing.

“It’s alright, I get that a lot.” you laughed more at his cuteness than at his words.  

It seemed like he was interested, so you had to give it a try and follow. And how could you not, such a man shouldn't be passed.  

“I am Namjoon.” he added, giving you his hand for a handshake.

“Y/n.” you simply replied, taking it shyly.  

“So, you said that Nothing is your favourite book?” Namjoon said, his voice full of excitement.  

“Yeah, it is. I mean I love numerous books, but Nothing changed me. It’s written so well and the plot is fantastic. The fact that the author used children to be the main characters of such book, that is such a bold decision and she could have failed so many times...” you blurted out before being interrupted by Namjoon.  

“I know, right! It sends such a deep philosophical message! Gosh, I am so happy I found a fellow lover of Nothing. Most of my friends can’t really understand the book or just don’t read it, because they find it too tough. I hate it when people are afraid of reading books with philosophical messages, just because there isn’t any action or so!” Namjoon continued, gesturing around.  

“Namjoon-ah, did you find it?” a tired raspy voice asked with a slightly higher tone.

“Yeah, I found it” Namjoon waved his friend off with an eye-roll.

“Wait a minute”, you continued, pretty suspicious, “you said that Nothing is your favourite book and you reread it every month, but why are you buying another copy then?” your brows scrunched, thinking you had caught him in a lie.  

“I know that it sounds really dumb, but my roommate’s dog ruined it. You don't want to know about the argument we had afterwards. Thank God, the copy wasn’t signed or he would be dead.” Joon explained.  

“No, it’s fine, I got you. I have heard and seen this, numerous times,” you tried to laugh the situation off, feeling the conversation dying, hoping that Namjoon would say something else.  

“You have a dog?”  

“Oh, no, no, I don’t...”  

“A dog person?” He tried to guess.  

“More of a cat person actually.” you laughed, your eyes focusing on the slight smile on his lips.  

“Just like Jimin. He’s another one of my roommates, and he loves cats. Unfortunately, we hardly make time to take care of Yeontan”, that must be the dog, “what about another pet. But, you see, there is another one of my roommates, his name is Yoongi, and he kinda has some cat looks, so Jimin must be fine, I guess. Oh, I talk too much, sorry for being so annoying.” Namjoon got all shy again.  

“You’re not annoying, not at all. I can reassure you, you are a great person to talk to. But, with how many people do you live with? I mean, you have already mentioned three roommates and a dog.” you laughed slightly at the very end.  

“Well, I actually live in a dorm with my six members. We are in a group, like a musical group, like a boy band.” Namjoon explained again and again.  

“Yeah, I got it the first time.” you smirked.

“Goodness, I don't know what is happening to me, really, I am not like this usually.” Namjoon got all red and flustered.  

All shy and confused – was it because of you? Well, maybe not, but still you had to continue, the moment too alluring to overthink right now.  

“No worries, it’s cute, you're cute.”  

God, Y/n, shut up. Now that was a little too much.  

He smiled.  

Okay, a smile, a smile is good, not too promising, but good. Maybe he likes you, or at least thought that you weren't a weirdo or a psycho.  

Why were you thinking so much about it?  

“Have you picked up anything?” Namjoon asked.  

A book. Any book. Just pick one, Y/n!

You were in panic. Pure panic. Which book should you pick up? If you just pick any book, randomly, there is a very high chance that you will pick up a not well-written book, a bad one, about a certain uncomfortable theme or just a book, which he doesn’t like.

The thriller!  

“Yeah, there is one at the thriller corner, which caught my eye!”  

You weren’t lying. That resume of that book sounded promising and you wouldn’t mind buying it now, as you didn’t have any particular idea what you want to read.  

“Do you usually read thriller books?” he asked, leading you to the thriller corner.  

“I wouldn’t say so. You see, most of the time, I just want to read a certain type of book – sometimes I want to read something rather philosophical, sometimes I want to read fantasy, sometimes I look for historical novels. It depends on my mood, I guess.” you simply answered, trying not to sound indecisive.  

“Literally, same. I just don’t get it how people read the same type of books they whole lives. It’s like being at the same place your whole life.”  

Namjoon’s comment made you smile, he was so cute gesturing around.

You picked up the book. Just the thought of buying a book made you feel happy – a new world you can explore, new characters to meet. The same way people were excited before going on a vacation, you were when you were buying a book, and truly, there wasn’t anything more normal for you than that.  

“Stone Bruises by Simon Beckett. Interesting.” Namjoon murmured, peeking over your shoulder to see the title of the book.  

“Have you read it?” you asked, tuning over to meet his face, incredibly close to yours.  

“Never heard of it.” Joon giggled.  

“No matter what I do or where I go, I always see it, so, I guess, I should read it. It sounds promising.” you explained, turning your head back to the book, embarrassed by the closeness.  

“That might be your next favourite book then.” he mentioned, moving a little, so that he isn’t so close to you.  

“Oh, I don’t want to compare any other book to Nothing, I always end up disappointed afterwards” you laughed, heading to the pay desk.  

“I got you” he added, somewhat putting an end to your conversation.  

Oh, no.  

You didn’t want the conversation to end. It shouldn’t end. He was cool and smart and... God, so handsome. And even if you had no chance with him, at least you should try.  

You had nearly reached the pay desk, once you both pay for the books, you would go out of the bookstore and that was it. The end. He wouldn’t ask for your number, why would he, you hadn’t even spoken for a long time or flirted at all. And his friends? They would for sure start to make noise again. That was it. No chance. You couldn’t even come up with an idea what you should say, panicked and scared that you might say something incredibly stupid.  

“You have managed to make another one to buy Nothing!” the boy at the pay desk exclaimed.

“No, it is actually my favourite book too, I just need another copy” Namjoon laughed, showing off the book.  

This was the perfect chance to tell him something. About the book? No, he already knows everything, it’s his favourite...  

“So, Y/n has found a fellow Nothing fan then? Knowing how many people love this book, you might be soulmates.” the cashier teased, taking the book from Namjoon’s hands.  

Soulmates? Literally, he had to say that?  

You sent the boy behind the desk a very angry look, ready to say something to make the situation better, being interrupted by a loud thud.  

And, of course, his friends!  

“Yah, Park Jimin just don’t pick such big books with your small hands, you always end up dropping them. I am so tired of your messes, really!” the boy started by screaming, but was whining at the end, talking ever so fast.  

“Sorry, hyung...” another boy whispered.  

Namjoon left the pay desk, going to his friends, leaving you without giving you any time to say something.  

“Hyung, it wasn’t actually Jimin who made a mess.” Namjoon sighed.

“Ah, and how do you know? You weren’t even her-”  

“Would you stop screaming?” Namjoon cut him off, a few sighs following his words.

You couldn’t hear what Namjoon was exactly saying to his friends. You were just so disappointed in the fact that your conversation has ended like this, only being able to think about all the bright future you could have had with him if you had found something to tell him when you could. You paid for your book, your mood a bit parky after this development of the events, ready to continue with all the other stuff you had to do today.  

“Guys, this is Y/n. Y/n, these are some of my roommates – Jimin, Jin and Yoongi.”  

Dear Lord, these men were handsome!  

Jimin was a not so tall man with an angel-looking face, sinfully plump raspberry-pink lips adding to his beauty. His blue shirt did more than enough to show his bulked up upper body. He was carrying a small book in his hand, The Notebook in particular.  

On the other hand, there was Jin – tall, fit and exceptionally handsome, staring at you with deep brown eyes. His enormous shoulders made him look even hotter, while the cute Super Mario bag charm on his backpack was telling you about a rather childish and cite side of him.  

Last, but definitely not least, there was Yoongi, again, not so tall, a bit pale, but hot as hell, licking his small pink lips, while looking directly into your soul. Truly had some cat vibes going on. The headphones around his neck and his overall a bit baggy clothes didn’t let you know much about his figure, but you were already thinking about who exactly you were interested in, now as you have seen pretty much half of this band.  

“I’m Y/n!” you smiled, trying to empty your hand.  

“You speak Korean?” Jimin asked, his lips parted open, all pouty and cute.

“Yes, I actually live here” you said trying to put some more confidence into your voice.  

Then, again, as always, your conversation was interrupted. Now, by the barking of a dog outside.  

“Oh, Yeontan must be getting angry, we have left him for too long outside.” Namjoon said, gesturing to the other boys to get outside, while waving bye to the boy behind the pay desk.  

This for sure was a weird end.  

“Bye!” the cashier waved at you, smiling.  

You waved back, sighing. It wasn’t meant to end like this.  

You exited the bookstore, being met by the frisky wind of Seoul.  

“Y/n, wait a minute!”  

Namjoon?  

You turned around, hoping for the best.  

God was finally at your side.  

“I’m sorry that I got out so quickly, it’s just, we have to take extra care of Yeontan, he is a small dog, you know” Namjoon was about to start blabbering again.  

Just behind him, you saw Yoongi, Jin and Jimin and another three figures, all squatted down, surrounding a very sweet-looking dog.  

“Oh, yeah, I got you, no worries” you tried to laugh it off, being mesmerised by his looks, now that you can see him at light.  

“You see, I was hoping we can exchange numbers. So we can text and stuff like that. Or maybe KoalaTalk?”  

Damn, yes, God was at your side.  

[noctuascion]

CRYPTAGE AU: snobby rich crypto growing up with little to none affection from parents because of busy jobs that keep them away. Meets Mirage one day after showing his decoys to his friends and crypto follows him to the Witts Bar owned by mirage's dad. he was just curious and it turned into affection, cus y know mirage is the first person to show him a warm fuzzy welcome feeling. and they take off :)

Ooooo. I like this !! I'll see what I can do. It might either be super long or super short. Depends.

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Empty hallways and vacant family rooms, kitchens with strangers in suits and his father and mother paying him little mind with guests over, giving life to the normally dead home. They were such prominent memories in Park's mind, so many days spent alone, spent playing with toys that he held little interest in, or tinkering away in the little makeshift lab in his room, creating little inventions that, with his amateur skill, would either fall apart or simply not function. The boy held fascination for the art of creating technology, and that fascination carried over into his adult life.

He had made it his passion, and now he had his own surveillance system company, creating his own technology and profiting from his own genius, living a comfortable life—a comfortable, lonely life.

Although he was brilliant, socializing was simply a skill he had never perfected, even when he had watched his mother and father speak, so composed and professional. He let other people handle business deals; he wasn't fond of dealing with people and their nonsense.

Still, it did take a toll on him. He, much like any human, desired to talk, to socialize with creatures similar to himself. Speaking with his cat simply wasn't the same.

Hence why he found himself in the usual shop he visited when looking for spare parts to create new devices with. The owner was a blonde with a Lichtenberg figure on her left cheek, likely from the high-voltage equipment she deals with on a daily basis. She was bubbly and sweet, and, frankly, he almost envies the absolute sunshine that emanates from her. Almost. People are drawn to the warmth, and he was as frigid as they came.

She greeted him with a rapid wave of hand, excited to once again see him in her humble little shop.

"Bonjour, monsieur Park!" Natalie greeted. "What brings you in today?"

"You know you're allowed to call me 'Tae Joon,' right?" he said in minor amusement; always one for formalities. "And I just wanted to grab some extra conductors and a new motherboard. The one I currently have is fried and a client wanted a new computer by the end of this week."

"Ah! I see! Well, you know where everything is!"

Park nodded and walked to the intended aisle, gathering the desired supplies along the way. A small basket hung on his arm, filled with various items to be purchased and used in his client's requested PC.

Although he has enough money to live comfortably the rest of his life and a company bringing in plenty of profit, he could be rather bored at times with just how mundane his life had become after reaching success. He had considered traveling, but he quickly realized that was a horrible idea; he hated being outside.

Voices, however, caught his attention. One was loud, drenched in excitement, talking at the speed of sound, masculine. Another voice was much quieter, replying slowly and uncaring, feminine. The third seemed hyper, enough energy for more than fifteen people, masculine. The voices didn't interest him—what did was the conversation.

Park didn't like to admit it, but he was a tad nosy, liked to learn new things. He wasn't a gossip by any means, and such petty subjects didn't interest him, but they were all piled in a tech place; they had to be discussing something interesting. He rounded the corner without shame, peering over at the group in question.

"… and we just finished the prototype!" the brunet, the tallest one, exclaimed, waving his arms around in excitement. Upon them were strange contraptions, circular devices Park didn't recognize—and they appeared to have a slight blue glow to them. He turned around to fetch some components on the shelf, tossing them into the basket the shorter one, prosthetic legs and a mask covering half of his face with goggles over his eyes, messy and short blond hair atop his head, was carrying. "It took us months, but it's finally in testing phase!"

"And you decided some little shop was the perfect place?" the black-haired one ask, rolling her crystalline eyes in amusement. "You're the most unorthodox man I know, Elliott."

Elliott, Park thought, putting the name to his face.

"It's perfect! And funny! Imagine someone walking down an aisle and they see me," Elliott explained, moving down the aisle a little more, picking up something before putting it back, "and then go down a different aisle—and I'm there again."

The blond snorted out a laugh. "That's genius!"

"I know, right?"

Park huffed out a quiet breath, though he was still more so interested in the technology along the other's arms, those devices that emitted the strange blue glow. He was about to turn and attempt to find a different area that was less conspicuous, but, as soon as he did, he was met face-to-face with nearly an identical copy of the tallest one down the aisle, standing just behind him with a smile. It was frightening enough that it elicited an admittedly embarrassing shout from the man, backing up and crashing into a shelf. It rattled violently against the wall it was held up against, a few things falling and crashing to the floor. Fortunately, none of them broke, but Park could feel his dignity shatter on impact.

The three down the aisle immediately spun around to see what caused the commotion, and a look of guilt crossed Elliott's visage immediately.

The other Elliott had immediately vanished, like some apparition, and Park was wondering if he was starting to hallucinate. Perhaps he was cooping himself up in his room too much…

"Oh, my god—I'm so sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" The man was near him now, the devices on his arms no longer glowing. His hands were floating over him, like he wanted to touch him but refrained from doing so. "I really didn't mean to scare you like that—"

"You didn't scare me," Park snapped, kneeling down and setting his basket down to begin picking up the dropped items. "Moron."

Elliott only chuckled, kneeling down as well to assist in picking the items up. "Still, sorry about making you run into a shelf. You aren't in any pain, are you?"

"I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Fairly certain."

"Uh, okay, good!" Elliott flashed the shorter a warm smile, eyes soft and inviting. "I'm Elliott!"

"… Tae Joon."

"Nice to meet you, Tae!"

Elliott's friends had finally decided to wander over, and, eventually, Park learned their names as well. The black-haired one, sporting a nose piercing he hadn't noticed because of the distance, was named Renee, and the blond one was named Octavio, and, instantly, Park felt most of his energy drain after entertaining a single conversation with him. He was fast—and annoying.

But they were nice. Park never really conversed with others in a casual environment. He learned that Elliott and his mother were developing holo technology that would be able to replicate the appearance of someone almost identically, move and act just like them. Octavio was a daredevil, and, just by the mask being pulled down just a bit, the visible scarring, was enough of an indication of the truth that held. Renee herself was a scientist; her and her colleagues were apparently working on a project and Park found himself a bit more fascinated that he'd like.

Park had even shared his own technology, his own company, and the three weren't shy with questions—especially Elliott. It was weird, having people pay attention to him, but he couldn't quite figure out if he liked it or not. On one hand, it was nice to talk about his interests; on the other, the attention was uncomfortable, having so many eyes on him.

He was surprised to find himself feel so relaxed around them, though. Renee was quiet and mellow, much like him, so talking to her was natural. Octavio was hyper, but he was also a good listener, and he shut up when someone was talking. Elliott was just fascinating in general, a walking ray of sunshine with confidence soaring above the clouds. Renee and Octavio poked fun at him, but he always took it in stride. He couldn't help but feel a bit out of place.

"Hey," Elliott suddenly said, nudging Park gently with his elbow, somehow avoiding snapping any of the holographic devices off, "you wanna grab a drink?"

Renee and Octavio both chuckled quietly, receiving a glare lacking any real malice from Elliott.

"I don't want to intrude—"

"You're cool, dude!"

"Besides," Renee said, sporting a slight smirk, "Tav and I are heading out. Bars aren't really our scene."

"Liars. You're my number one customers."

"Dunno what you're talkin' about, amigo." Octavio laughed again, waving his good-byes. "See ya!"

And, just like that, the two made a speedy exit, leaving Park alone with Elliott. Elliott didn't seem bothered, but Park could feel panic swell. He was basically being forced into spending time with someone, a new acquaintance at best. Elliott was friendly, sure, but Park wasn't exactly a social butterfly.

Elliott seemed to have noticed, because he gently bumped Park's shoulder with his, smiling that same warm smile that seems to frequent his visage. "I'll do most of the talking, okay?"

Park could feel himself relax, if not just a bit.

— ;

The bar owned by the brunet beside him wasn't open today, so no one was inside, quiet and vacant. Elliott went behind the counter almost immediately, fetching a few alcoholic beverages Park wasn't familiar with (though he wasn't familiar with, well, any, since he's never drank before), and mixing them together, concocting some creation the tech geek both feared and anticipated.

He talked the entire time, rambling about his technology and how amazing it was, how they were so close to perfecting it he could taste it. He knew his stuff, everything stated with an intellectual mind and not just random jargon tossed out on a whim. He was intelligent, and Park… well, he found it a bit attractive. It was a pleasant surprise, since he was sure the other was full of it and didn't know much about the technology he was testing, a mere lab monkey rather than anything special.

He kept his attention on Park the entire time as well. He didn't ignore him, didn't cut him off. He treated Park like he was there, and that was a concept virtually unheard of by the surveillance expert. Elliott didn't have any ulterior motives for wanting to befriend him, no desire to abuse his wealth or even just get a job at somewhere that paid well. He was genuinely interested in Park. It made him feel warm, and that sensation, he knew for certain, was good.

Elliott slid a drink over to him, that smile of his never once fading from his visage. "I don't take you for a heavy drinker, so this one isn't too strong."

"Thank you," Park said, taking the glass and sipping the beverage. It was… interesting, a lot of things hitting him at once, and he released only the slightest cough after swallowing. "What is this?"

"An Addington!" the man replied brightly, leaning against the counter with a hand placed atop it. "It's got vermouth in it, sparkling water, and a bit of orange." He shrugged. "Best served like a martini."

"Hm."

Elliott was strange, he decided. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He was bubbly and happy. He was a bit awkward at times, accidentally stuttering over himself when he spoke about something without thinking beforehand, and he sometimes rambled on about nothing and everything all at once. He was kind, though, and patient, attentive and strangely endearing, charming in his own way.

And when he placed a warm hand over Park's, he decided he would give this a shot.

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Jin Scenario: His parents aren’t accepting of you

So these two requests were pretty similar so I am just combining ideas from both into this one scenario

The moment Jin saw you he knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He didn’t care that you weren’t Korean. He didn’t care that you weren’t rich like he was. You made him laugh, you appreciated his jokes, and you never once asked him for a single thing. You even scolded him whenever he tried to buy you things. The fact that you loved him for him, and not his money made him just that much more in love with you. 

His parents were a touchy subject. You had tried to ask him about them once but he immediately shut you down. You wondered if he was embarrassed of you. Because you didn’t have the status he did and that was why he didn’t want to introduce you to his family. You two had been together for almost a year now and you still had never met them. So imagine your surprise when he asked if you wanted to go dinner at their home in just a few days.

“I know I haven’t introduced you to them yet but, I just want you to know it’s for a very good reason and it has nothing do with you. It’s all them. My parents aren’t very accepting of the people I have introduced them to in the past. Most of them were just after our family’s status and money and my mom was sure to scare them off. But you’re important to me. You’re the one person I think they’ll like. I’ve told them about you before. I just, I’m really serious about you and I want them to meet the person I am in love with.” You sigh in relief and wrap your arms around Jin.

“It makes me so happy to hear you say that. I thought… you were embarrassed of me.” 

“Jagi no! I’m embarrassed of them and how they treat people that don’t come from money, it was never you. I just want you to be prepared. Just because my mom promised me she would be nice doesn’t mean she will. She’s been trying to convince me to leave you for months now and I want to show her how much I love you so she’ll stop and learn to accept you.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea Jin? Can’t we just go run away to an island somewhere and just live out our days sipping pina coladas under the sun?” He laughs at you and kisses your forehead.

“I wish we could y/n believe me. But I am going to be expected to take over the company and it would mean a lot to me if my parents could come to accept you.”

The days leading up to the dinner you found yourself becoming more nervous. You wanted to impress his parents. It sounded like his mom was going to be the hardest one to get to like you. Jin held your hand tightly as you walked up to their front door. He could feel your hand shaking. Before he knocked he turned to you and placed a kiss to your forehead, instantly calming you down.

“Whether they like you or not I could care less. I love you and I am not going anywhere. Okay?” You nod your head and try to will your nerves to calm down before you threw up all over their multi million dollar home. A butler had answered the door.

“Ah! Master Kim please come this way. Your parents are waiting for you in the dining room.” 

“Joon, we’re friends. We’re almost the same age. How many times have I asked you to call me Jin?”

“Ah, sorry. Habit.” He leads you to the dining room and you are absolutely awestruck with how new and modern everything is in the home. 

“My baby!” You whip your head to the left and see who must be his mother walking over to envelop him in a tight hug. “Come sit, dear!” It doesn’t slip past you that she didn’t even say hello to you. Jin stops in his track and tugs his mom back to turn around.

“Mom, this is y/n. The one I told you about? Remember?”

“Oh! Pardon my manners I am so sorry I was just so excited to see my son I forgot. It’s nice to meet you.” She reaches her hand out and you take it to shake her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Kim.” She seems to give you a once over, her expression unreadable as she heads back to sit at the dining room table. You spot his dad and he at least remembers to introduce himself to you. The conversation revolves around Jin and the company. Which you pay no mind to follow. You pick at your food and continue eating in silence. Jin can tell you’re nervous and no matter how many times he tries to change the subject and include you in the conversation his mom always brings it back to other things about him. His hand is a constant comfort to you, resting on your thigh as he rubs his thumb over it gently.

When Jin gets up to go use the bathroom and you are left alone with his parents it is even worse than you could imagine. His mom clears her throat and you squeeze your eyes shut bracing yourself for what you know is about to come.

“So, y/n. Isn’t it time you stop this little game?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Come on. I’m sure it was fun for a while but you’ve made my son actually fall in love with you and I think it’s time to stop.”

“Ma’am I have no idea what you’re talking about. I love Jin very much what are you implying?” She scoffs at you.

“You are just in for his money aren’t you? Just like all the others?”

“No ma’am. I am with your son because I love him. We make each other happy.”

“Maybe for now. But he deserves better than you. What could you possibly give him? You have nothing. You should just break up with him now before he comes to his senses and realizes just how bad of a match you are for him and then you both really get hurt. I’m not saying this to be hateful, just looking out for you and my son. What will the media and our shareholders think if the future heir of the company is dating a poor foreigner?”

“I-I can’t do that. Jin is my whole world and he loves me. If I left him it would break him. I won’t do that to him.”

“Fine. How much?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“How much do I need to pay you to leave my son?” You’ve had enough. You slam your hands down on the table.

“My love for Jin cannot be bought, and there is no amount you could possible pay me that would get me to agree with this.”

“You’re going to drive a wedge into this family then. He’s already been fighting with us every time we talk. He was always such a sweet boy before he met you, he never talked back to us. Maybe if money won’t do it, the threat of him losing his family will.” You sit back down and let her words sink in. You knew the hidden meaning behind her words. Either you leave him, or his family would disown him. You never would want to be the wedge that drove him away from his family. 

“I can see you are taking my words to heart. The sooner you break things off with him the better.” It’s at that moment Jin walks back into the room. He takes one look at you and can tell something is off.

“Oh, Jin sweetie y/n seems to not be feeling well. Can you take her home?” Jin looks suspiciously at his parents before he looks at you with concern in his eyes.

“Are you okay honey?”

“Yeah. I just am feeling a little under the weather can we go home?”

“Sure jagi. Just give me a minute to say goodbye to my mom and dad.” You nod your head and bow to his parents before walking out to wait for him in the car. The ride home is quiet. He tries to strike up a conversation, asking what you and his parents talked about while he was away from the table but you just tell him your head hurts and you don’t want to talk anymore. When you pull up to your apartment you brace yourself for the words you’re about to speak.

“Jin, listen I don’t think we’re going to work out at all. You deserve better than me. I’m a nobody and I will just bring you down. I’m sorry but I think it would be best if we don’t see each other anymore.” You go to get out of the car but he immediately grabs your hand and tugs you back into the car, closing the door and reaching over to lock it. 

“Jin, seriously let me go.”

“What the hell did she say to you?”

“What?”

“Don’t lie to me y/n. She said something to you while I was away from the table didn’t she?” You look away from him, not able to meet his eyes as her words rang through your head. He tilts your chin up to look at him and sees your eyes welling up with tears. “Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry.” He pulls you into his arms as you cry into his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shh, don’t apologize to me. I should be the one saying I am sorry on behalf of my parents. I can only imagine what she said to you, but you know those things aren’t true don’t you?”

“Jin.. she basically told me either I leave you or you’re going to be disowned by your family and I don’t want to be the cause of that.”

“She doesn’t mean it y/n. I know my mom seems like a heartless person to you but, she really cares and just wants the best for me. She would never disown me. Her or my father. When push comes to shove, you shove back. We just need to prove to them how serious we are about each other so they know that you aren’t going anywhere.” You see Jin start to dig for something in his suit jacket pocket.

“What are you-” You gasp loudly when you see him pull out a small box.

“I was hoping the dinner would have went better so I could ask you in front of them. But I don’t care. I don’t need my parents approval. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you y/n. You are everything to me. I would risk it all for you and I need you in my life. If you’re willing to look past the horrible things my family said to you, I would be honored if you would say yes?” He opens up the box and you are met with the sight of the most beautiful ring you have ever seen.

“Jin.. I-.. Are you sure? Like are you really sure I’m the one you want to be with?” He smiles at you warmly to reassure you.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life actually.” 

“My answer is yes. Of course I’ll marry you.” He slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you passionately as he lays you down on the backseat and hovers over top of you, lightly kissing your neck. You two forget you are in the back of a car for a moment until the driver clears his throat. Jin immediately moves off of you, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Are you staying with y/n this evening then?”

“Yes. Pick me up again in the morning.” 

“As you wish sir.” You both get out of the car and take the elevator up to your apartment. You can’t stop staring at your ring, admiring how beautiful it is. When you two finally enter your apartment he sits down with you on the couch and takes his phone out.

“honey what are you doing?”

“Taking a selfie with my new fiance.” You blush at his words. 

“Hold your hand up. We’re going to send a message to my family and anyone else who might have a problem with us being together.” Jin sticks up his middle finger and you burst into a fit of giggles.

“We can’t do that! You’ll get in so much trouble.” 

“Have you ever known me to give two shits about what anyone else thinks of me or worry about consequences?” You place your hand on his cheek, making sure your ring is visible as you place a kiss to his lips. Jin had set the camera shutter on his phone to go off in a few seconds as he held his middle finger up for the camera at the last second. He posts it to all of his social media with a caption that reads

This right here is my beautiful fiance. No, y/n is not Korean nor rich. But they love me with their entire being and I feel the same. So if anyone has a problem with us being together well, this message is for you. Cuz y/n isn’t going anywhere so get used to it. 

“I love you. ”

“Love you too, angel.”

[kpopfanfictrash]

51 and namjoon if you feel like it 💕💕

Namjoon totally forgot about you.

Seated slumped against the worn wood of his doorway, youpick at your cuticles and glance again at your watch. He said he would be heretwenty minutes ago to watch dumb movies and eat brownie batter together; a weekendtradition which dates back to freshman year.

Admittedly, you have not been great about keeping this scheduleas of late. To be fair, you are not the only one who has let your weekend hangsslide. Namjoon missed his fair share while dating that horrible wench, Angela. Youmissed quite a few though, during the Jay period. And the Graham one. And theJordan capade.

Come to think of it, you are the main reason for all the recentmisses. It is hard though, when you two are dating other people. Guys tend tobe jealous of Namjoon for some unknown reason. Vice versa, his girlfriends always seem to be jealous of you for mysterious causes.

To be honest, you have never given much thought to thephenomenon. Whenever past boyfriends brought up Namjoon as a reason to be insecure,you dismissed their worries immediately. Scoffing loudly, you said they werebeing stupid and usually, this would suffice but as each relationship deterioratedand you found yourself grasping at straws, Namjoon continued to exist. Youfound yourself returning to him again and again, wondering if he was thereason.

But, no – of course not. If Namjoon were the one, if he hadany sort of feelings for you, he would not be so damn late to your firstofficial movie night in over three months. At twenty past ten, you are aboutready to crack open the sour cream and onion chips you bought – you stare atthem longingly, while debating how long he will be.

This is the very moment Namjoon sprints up his steps two ata time. “Sorry,” he gasps, skidding to a stop before you. Wheezing out loud, heplaces both hands on his knees. “Lost… track of time in the lab… had to… run…all the way here.”

“Whoa, whoa,” you grin, pushing yourself upwards to stand.Namjoon looks up to see you, squinting from the exertion. “Don’t hurt yourself,okay?”

Still breathing heavily, Namjoon slowly straightens. “I,” heexhales, lowering one hand to the wall. “Hey. Hi.”

You laugh, crossing both arms over your chest. It has been awhile since the two of you hung out alone. Actually – it has been a while sincethe two of you were single at the same time. Examining Namjoon closely, you noticehe has gotten a haircut. The ends of his style are trimmed and there seems tobe gel pushing hair back from his face. It looks good, a fact which isunnerving. Not that Namjoon does not always look good, of course – it is just that he neverseemed to notice before.

“Hi,” you smile, gesturing with the chips you hold in onehand. “I brought refreshments. Would’ve been warm twenty minutes ago.”

Namjoon starts to smile. “Shit,” he grins, fumbling around inhis pocket. Finding his keys, he pushes open the door. “Gonna have to heatthose chips up on the hot plate, huh?”

“Hot plate?” you groan, following him inside. Shutting the doorbehind you, Namjoon crosses the room and heads into his bathroom. “Are youliving in a college rom-com in the eighties, Joon?”

Namjoon’s laugh drifts through the doorway. “Those weresimpler times, Y/N!”

Snorting, you turn to look at his bed. Usually during movienights, you and Namjoon snuggle on top of his mattress. That was during freshmanyear though, before things became complicated and you two began dating otherpeople. Freshman year was when nothing existed between you but a hesitant ‘whatif?’ This thought makes you sigh, clambering on top of his sheets. They smelllike him, smell like his fabric softener and you smile to yourself, cuddling hiscomforter tight to your chest.

Shutting the door to his bathroom, Namjoon leaves you alone inhis bedroom. Shivering, you realize his room is much colder than outside. Youforgot this fact about him, how Namjoon absolutely hates humidity and keeps hisdorm room at a cool 68 degrees. Fumbling around on his bedspread, you searchfor anything to help before finding one of his sweatshirts and tugging thisover your frame.

The loose fabric settles around your waist, pooling in crevicesas it folds over your knees. It hides your shorts in their entirety, making youlook somewhat naked, but you know Namjoon will not care. He has seen you in less.

When the door opens, Namjoon steps out of his bathroom. Spottingyou instantly, his eyes lands upon your bare thighs and his mouth sags a little,eyes bugging with peril. “What… the hellare you wearing?” he blurts, sounding strained.

Glancing down, then back up, you look at him. “I… yoursweatshirt? Why? I’m sorry – did you want to wear it?”

He stares at you a moment longer before shaking his head, resumingmovement. “No, it’s fine,” he manages, high-pitched while he climbs onto thebed – as far away from you as he can manage. Folding his legs under himself,Namjoon stares straight ahead at the screen. He seems stiff, as though he isholding himself in. “What, uh movie do you want to watch?”

You nearly laugh, pausing because this tension between youis new. Before, you were not as aware of his leg pressed to yours. His hair is nowdamp, as though Namjoon ran a wet comb through it earlier and you sneak a peak fromthe corner of your eye, assessing movement. He looks good. Really good, if you wantto put a label on it.

Namjoon shifts on the bed. “So,” he coughs, glancing yourway. “What movie where you thinking?”

You delve into the topic.

It is mid-way through Aquaman – a movie both of you agree ismediocre, filled with far too much cheesy dialogue and music bits – whenNamjoon shifts closer. He does this accidentally, reaching for the chips overyour shoulder and ending up with his thigh pressed against yours, shoulderleaning in despite the previous distance between you.

He stays like that thought, staring studiously at the screenand munching on a handful of chips. You glance at him quickly, then at thescreen while you try to re-focus on Jason Momoa’s abs. This works for a while,until Namjoon’s hand drifts from the bag to land on your knee. When thishappens, you nearly jump out of your skin and stare at his profile.

He is silent, stubbornly squinting at the screen. You wonderif even notices he is touching your leg. Perhaps Namjoon is simply engrossed inthe movie and you are making too big a deal of the moment. Probably, Namjoondoes not even notice his palm cupping your leg in a way which feels strangelyintimate. Even stranger, is the fact that you do not shy away from him. Staringat his fingers, draped over your skin, the oddest of sparks mingle with fear inyour belly.

You and Namjoon have not done this before. You have beenclose, sure. You have been intimate, yes but have not felt this spark at histouches – that is new. When you glance up, though, trying to ascertain if thisis strange to him, Namjoon seems stubbornly quiet.

This leads you to fall into silence, deciding this is nothinguntil you reach the end of the movie. It is right at the crux of the action.Jason is swimming – duh – and Namjoon exhales, pulling his hand away. He does thisslowly, fingers lingering along the inside of your thigh and you suck in a breathwithout thought. The sound of it is shaky, an edge to your voice and you glanceup, startled to find Namjoon looking back.

His hand still rests on the crux of your thigh and he staresat you, motionless.

“W-what at you doing?” you whisper, licking your lips.

He seems vaguely lost at the sight. “I have no fucking idea.”

At this, you glance at his mouth. Perhaps this is the wrongthing to do. His lips are full, parted and you cannot stop thinking aboutkissing him. His scent overwhelms, from both his hoodie and his body pressedagainst yours. It makes you dizzy, unable to think when you lean a mere millimeterforward.

Namjoon inhales quickly. “We – we shouldn’t,” then he stops,cocking his head. “You’re wearing my sweatshirt.”

You glance back down, then up. “Yeah. So?”

He says nothing for a moment. “Nothing. I just… I really like the sight of you wearing mysweatshirt.”

For some reason, this makes your heart stutter. “Oh?” you whisper,tilting your chin upwards.

Namjoon takes advantage of this, slipping both hands toeither side of your face. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, he examines youcarefully. “Yeah,” he breathes. “I guess… I didn’t realize how much Ifantasized about that fact before.”

Shit. His words make your heart ache, make you long for moreand before you know what you are doing, you are clambering onto his lap andpushing him against the bed. “Me, too,” you whisper, before kissing him greedily.

The gesture is soft and sweet, coupled with the warm pressof your body to his. His hands cup your face, until one moves to your ass tohold you against him. It makes your heart beat faster, thoughts sluggish and corewarm with anticipation. Fighting the urge to grind over his thigh, you hold hislips with your own and kiss him again. It is enough, just to feel him likethis.

Pulling away, you rest your forehead with his. Namjoon breathesjust as heavily as earlier, sprinting up the stairs. He clutches you tight, asthough you might leave but you are beginning to realize you might never dothat. After each failed relationship, you always end up here, after all.Perhaps this is the place you are meant to be.

Smiling gently, you reach to kiss him again.

[ drabble game is closed ] 

[natural-namjoon]

Silver Millennium Ch. 2

Previous Chapter

“ Yoongi if you just yank at the flowers you’ll hurt them” a soft giggling voice that belonged to his beautiful sun blond-haired friend chastised Yoongi for his barbaric way of picking the white roses.

"Yeah he’s right, look here Yoongi, if you use the shears and gently cut at the base of the stem at a certain angle then you decrease the risk of injuring the flower and it wilting faster.” Yoongi turned to the source of the deep soothing voice and rolled his eyes playfully at the tall handsome boy with shocking blue hair.

The blonde boy walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Yoongi and sighed dramatically. “ it doesn’t matter how precise you handle them if you don’t love and appreciate them for their beauty then what’s the point of them living any longer to please your eyes, really men you have to believe more in the power of love” The blonde boy proclaimed dramatically nuzzling Yoongi's ear then twirling around to wrap his arms around the taller blue-haired boy.

Yoongi chuckled at his overly affectionate best friend and his other dorky, bookworm of a best friend. He remembers a time back when he didn’t like any of his four best friends and any skinship made him uncomfortable but now Yoongi didn’t know what he would do without them. It’s true they had been assigned to protect and guide and be there for him but over time a real bond had grown between the five of them and none of them would ever change it.

"Hey ladies, are we done playing with the flowers? we gotta go train now!”  Yoongi turned to the voice and saw his friend with midnight black hair and heart-shaped smile, he held the power of a million suns in his smile and beautiful face but his passion and fighting skills burned like a thousand suns as well, following right behind was his oldest friend with soft brown hair and broad shoulders and an infectious laugh, he was quick-witted and funny with a fighting style like lightning and an impactful technique like thunder. Both men were the top 2 fighters in the entire kingdom.

Yoongi waved at them both and ran up to them, he loved to be in the garden but training with his friends was also pretty fun and he felt lucky to be learning from the best the other two boys joined them and they headed to the combat hall....

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“ YOONGI HELLooo”  Yoongi was snapped out of his daydream by Jimin literally getting within an inch of his face.

He jumped at the intrusion and Jimin and Namjoon Laughed at him.

" What the hell man, are you good? You like blacked out, I was almost sure Jimin was about to give you mouth to mouth. “ Namjoon joked.

Yoongi looked around, it was still their free period on the first day of school. He wasn’t sure what happened really, one moment he and Joon were listening to a colorful story Jimin was telling them about one time when he went clubbing in the back alleys of Seoul, and the next thing Yoongi knew his mind drifted back to a really old dream he had a long time ago.

"Sorry, guys I just remembered a dream I had a long time ago,” Yoongi explained

"What about?” Namjoon asked.

"Me and 4 other guys” Yoongi responded without thinking.

There was a stunned silence around the table as Namjoons eyebrows flew up and Jimin’s mouth dropped

"That’s hot” was all Jimin said, Yoongi snorted

" no not like that, it was me and these other guys, they were like my best friends and it was just a normal dream about a normal day” he explained

" Are these old friends of yours?” Namjoon asked

"No, I- I don’t think so, but they feel so familiar like I’ve known them my whole life but when I think about the dream I can’t really focus on the faces,” Yoongi thought back, he was able to recall their hair colors and what they said but for the life of him, he couldn’t see their faces.

"That’s weird, they say that everyone you see in your dream is someone you’ve seen before even if it's someone you saw on the street at random, it’s interesting that in this case, you can’t recall a face… maybe it’s just that, random faces. Nothing important. “ Namjoon sat pondering out loud.

Yoongi glanced down at the clock on his phone then sat up and stretched, it was almost time to start heading to their history class.

"Yeah you may be right, I’ve always had weird dreams so this isn’t anything new” Yoongi shrugged then stood to gather his stuff.

As they all stood Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s hand gently but with a subtle urgency as well. Yoongi looked up at the blonde boy, There was a seriousness in Jimin’s pretty eyes that Yoongi hadn’t seen and he was stunned into silence but Jimin wasn’t looking at Yoongi, he was looking down at their hands intertwined, he smiled gently then spoke softly

" Maybe…. Maybe those boys are more than just faceless figures in your dreams, maybe they are the most important people in your life or eventually they will be, and you just haven’t met them yet...maybe you have yet to meet all four boys and when you do you’ll have faces to put with these people...maybe they are your destiny” there was a beat of silence, even Namjoon dared not speak during this strange yet intimate moment.

Jimin finally looked up and met Yoongi’s confused face and Yoongi saw it again, the golden glow that seemed to shimmer behind Jimin’s brown irises. Then almost as if a flip was switched the gold light faded and Jimin blinked then gave Yoongi a mischievous smile,

"Yoongi if you wanted to hold my hand this long you should probably buy me dinner first,” he let out his signature giggle then playfully slapped Yoongi on the shoulder

" C’mon guys you said you’d walk me to my dance class,” he said to both boys as he turned and skipped off. Namjoon and Yoongi shared a look of confusion but both shook it off as they followed behind their strange little friend.

During the free period, they found out that Jimin has a dance class that was in a building near where Yoongi and Namjoon’s history class was located, so Jimin made them promise to walk him to his dance class every day and after finding out they all were taking the same mythology class as their final class for the day they would walk together afterward.  They walked up to the entrance of the building and Jimin turned to his friends.

“Ok since our last period we have together I think we should meet up after school and help each other study.” He proposed and Namjoon laughed

“I mean I’m down but it’s only our first day Jimin I’m not sure if we’ll have much material to study” Namjoon teased

“Yeah I know but-” Jimin started but was cut off when some guy rounded the corner and bulldozed right into him and Jimin being on the petite side was knocked off his feet and on his butt.

The guy ducked down and started to try to help Jimin up and started to apologize profusely. Then they met eyes and both of them froze, the guy looked shocked. Like he knew Jimin and was surprised to see him. Jimin, on the other hand, was just shocked by how intense this guy’s gaze was. Namjoon stepped in to see what was going on and the guy seemed just as familiar and freaked out with Namjoon. It looked like this guy had seen ghosts from the past. Then finally this guy turned his gaze to Yoongi and instantly the air around them shifted. The first thing Yoongi noticed was how handsome this guy was, silky midnight hair fell over his forehead and covered his sharp brown eyes. He also had sharp features, his nose, and jaw both sleek and pointed. His lips were thin but shaped nicely and he had sculpted prominent cheekbones. The second thing that registered in Yoongi’s brain was that this guy was looking at Yoongi like he knew him, yes, but also like he wanted to rip Yoongi’s spine out and use it as a walking stick. There was nothing but raw unfiltered hatred in his face toward Yoongi.

Just like with Jimin, Yoongi noticed a light in this guy’s eyes, but his eyes glowed and flickered bright red, almost like there were flames trapped in his pupils. It was honestly scary and Yoongi couldn’t help the step back he took under this dude's gaze. He briefly wondered if he was going crazy. All four guys seemed to stand frozen,  all in various levels of confusion. Then almost like nothing, the guy looked away, glancing back to Namjoon and Jimin, then turning on his heels he walked into the building.

“ What the fuck” Jimin spoke first, still on the floor.

“Do either of you know him?” Namjoon asked reaching down to help Jimin

“NO! I don’t know him, I mean I’m pretty sure I would remember a face like that” Jimin smirked and looked back the way the guy went.

“Did you see the way he looked at me?” Yoongi asked still shaken

“Yeah I did,” Namjoon said sounding concerned

“Wait no I didn’t, what happened?” Jimin asked confused, the guy had kneeled down to help right in between Yoongi and him so all Jimin had seen when the guy turned to Yoongi, was the back of his head.

"He looked at me like he knew me but he was angry,  he looked at me like I was his mortal enemy” Yoongi explained recalling the fire in his eyes. Now Jimin was really confused.

"Are you sure you don’t know him or did anything to offend him like in the past or-” the rational side on Namjoons brain was scrambling to figure out why a total stranger would look at them like that, like he knew them and was surprised, and more so to look at Yoongi with that much hatred.

Yoongi sighed frustrated, this day has been probably the most bizarre day of his life. He somehow managed to make two friends before lunchtime and he knew that was not normal. Usually, it took a couple of days for friendships to grow and prosper but these guys were so comfortable to be around and they all acted like they’ve been friends for years and on top of that now there’s this guy who hates him for literally no reason. The whole situation was weird and unusual and he hated that he couldn’t explain anything that had happened that day.

"No Namjoon, I honest to god don’t know him, it doesn’t matter, let’s just go to class before we’re late.” Yoongi turned and walked off feeling tired.

Jimin and Namjoon shared a look, both of them also found the whole day weird but they wanted to remain optimistic.

“I’ll meet you guys in front of your history class” Jimin smiled at Namjoon and went to enter the art building, Namjoon just nodded and hurried after Yoongi.

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Jimin found his way to his dance class towards the back of the Fine Arts building, relatively easily, he had passed the choir room and heard the sweet voices of the students inside harmonizing and he vaguely wished he could pursue singing as well as he’s always thought he had a nice voice and he enjoyed singing whenever he had the opportunity to do so. He walked in and there were quite a lot of students in his dance class, they all stood around the dance room talking and laughing, he quickly made his way into the adjoining locker rooms and changed out of his tight jeans and top and into soft flexible leggings and a tank top. As he walked out he felt the eyes of his classmates on him and he smirked, he looked hot he knew, his arms and body were sculpted and lean and his ass looked great in the leggings he was wearing. He looked great and he was used to the stares, he found a spot to stand off to the side and waited as the teacher walked in and got everything prepared. Once she set up her speakers and wrote her name on the board, she started off introducing herself and how long she had been a dancer, Jimin found himself tuning her out, he honestly didn’t care, he never usually got along with teachers anyways so who she was had no importance to him. He stood daydreaming for a bit as she talked, finally she finished her own backstory then looked around the class and asked

“So I know this is a beginning class but how many of you have previous experience in dance and for how long?” she asked, Jimin’s ears perked up at that, immediately he raised his hand proudly, he turned to see how many others did as well and was shocked to see he and only one other hand was up, all the way towards the opposite side of the class than Jimin, he couldn’t quite see their faces though.

‘Wow, a class full of amateurs, maybe I should have just skipped the beginning class and went for intermediate.’ he thought to himself. The teacher mirrored his shocked face.

“ Oh, well that’s ok, why don’t you two tell us more about your dance experience, how long you’ve been dancing and what you’d like to learn in this class and maybe after you both can show us a bit of what you know” the teacher looked at either person then her eyes settled on Jimin first, he nodded feeling more than happy to brag about his achievements. He stepped forward,

“Yes, my name is Jimin and I’ve been dancing as long as I can remember. When I was 5 my mother enrolled me in ballet and I continued to take it until about 10 years old when I then started studying interpretive dance alongside ballet. I’ve won multiple awards and competed in many international dance competitions, and as for what I want to learn, I guess I don’t need to learn anything I just thought it would be fun to go back to the basics.”Jimin explained proudly The teacher didn’t look all too impressed, she forced a smile and nodded

“Well that’s very good for you, thank you for joining my class,” she was being fake and it mildly amused Jimin, another teacher who probably won’t like him, he smiled to myself mischievously.  

“Ok our next experienced dancer, can you introduce yourself?” she looked to the other end of the large dance room, a guy stepped forward and Jimin’s skin felt cold. It was the guy from before class, the guy who knocked him on his ass then proceeded to threaten his friends. That’s not really what happened but Jimin felt that way anyways. Yoongi was his friend and an enemy of Yoongi’s is an enemy of his. The guy snuck a quick glance at Jimin, it was a knowing glance, it wasn’t hostile like at Yoongi but kind and said to Jimin that he meant no harm, he wasn’t smiling per se but his eyes said it all.

"Yeah, hello my name is Hoseok, Jung Hoseok and I’ve been a dancer since I was small but I’ve never got any formal training like Jimin so I’m probably nowhere as good as him” He smiled and scratched his head. Jimin was stunned, not only at how nice and genuine he seemed but at how he glowed as he smiled. His pretty lips came up and formed a heart around his mouth when he smiled and his high cheekbones came up and his eyes became crescents. Jimin couldn’t help the smile that spread to his lips as Hoseok talked and beamed.

" My style is hip-hop, I learned it first from some of my childhood friends in the neighborhood, then as we got older we started going to dance battles in the streets and I learned from some of the best street dancers. I’ve never competed though I’ve always been too shy, but I guess that’s why I took this class is to become more confident in my abilities and learn from my peers,” he explained, looking directly at Jimin as he said the last part. Hoseok gave off vibes that were like the sun, Jimin decided, he was so bright and happy and positive, his smile and the passion in his words and eyes were so awe-inspiring it was hard to be mad at him or even dislike him.

“ Awesome, I’m so glad you chose to take this class I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun in this class” The teacher beamed back, It wasn’t fake this time, Bitch. Jimin couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“So now why don’t we have our two dancers give us a little taste of what they can do? Jimin can go first then Hoseok.” She gestured to Jimin and he nodded as he walked up to the front, she said he could sync his phone to her speakers so he could pick his song. He decided not to overwhelm his classmates with his ability so he chose a relatively calmer song. ‘Instagram’ by Dean started through the speakers with the soft guitar strings and then Dean’s sweet voice drifted throughout the room as Jimin closed his eyes and let his body go. He felt himself move with ease and fluidity. The song got slow for a second before the beat kicked in and he let himself grove along with it while throwing a few ballet moves to keep the number pretty. Jimin knew he looked amazing, he knew he moved like an angel on earth, many people have told him as much, and his parents only seemed to love him when he did well in his dancing so that’s why he practiced so hard and why he now could stand in front of this class and move and sway and even throw in a gymnast move or two. He was excellent at what he did, this was the only thing he was good at.

As the song came to an end he stopped in a final pose, head down, arms up gracefully and one leg bent slightly back. There was a second of silence before the whole class erupted into a loud cheer, even Hoseok was whooping and hollering being the loudest one in the class. When everyone finally stopped the teacher had a look of genuine excitement and she seemed very impressed

“Wow Jimin I can see why you're an award-winning dancer, that was amazing!” she praised and he bowed slightly thanking her, Hoseok then walked up glowing with his heart shaped smile

“ That was like perfection Jimin, I don’t know how I’m going to follow that,” he said now looking genuinely nervous

“ I’m sure you’ll do fine, you need to connect to the speakers?” he asked trying to be short with Hoseok. He stated to turn off his Bluetooth on his phone

“ Do you listen to Hip-Hop?” Hoseok asked suddenly

“Uh- y-Yeah?” Jimin stopped, taken off guard by the sudden question

“ Then no, you don’t have to disconnect, just pick a Hip-Hop song you like in your playlist and I'll try my best to dance to it, Ok?” Hoseok just gave Jimin that same glowing smile.

“Um ok..” Jimin turned to give Hoseok space while he scrolled through his Hip-Hop playlist and he just picked one of the first songs he saw which was ‘Wet’ by Flowsik and Jessi. As the beginning chords bounced through the speakers Hoseok looked over and smiled at Jimin

“Good Choice!” he called to him, then he suddenly looked down and got focused, then with a flip of a coin he looked up as Flowsik’s voice came through his body started moving, his movements perfectly synched with the beat. It was like this dude didn’t have bones as he hit each bass beat and his whole body ate up the flow. Jimin was stunned into silence just like the rest of the class, he was amazing, he danced like the professionals you see on TV, people with decades of moving like that and dancing and training their body to be able to match the sickness of the hip hop music they danced to, but this guy couldn’t be more than 20 years old. Even before Jessi’s Raspy voice came through the speakers Jimin was convinced Hoseok was no joke and he had to watch out for him.

Finally, the song ended and again the class erupted with applause and cheer, Jimin gave a light golf clap, not wanting to look too impressed.

“ Holy moly we have two dance prodigies in our class, I guess I'll be able to have some help since it seems I have two of the best dancers on campus.” The Teacher joked as she joined Hoseok at the front of the class. He went back to his spot on the side of the class as the teacher moved on to give some more information. He looked over at Jimin once again, giving him a soft smile and a nod of his head.. Jimin didn’t do anything back, he didn’t know how to read Hoseok. On one hand, he seemed genuinely nice and filled with rainbows and sunshine, but on the flip side, he saw the way Namjoon and Yoongi had been shaken up after their encounter and he felt in his gut there was more to Hoseok than butterflies and cotton candy. Jimin was usually the mysterious intimidating one in class but he felt frustrated and intimidated with this boy and he hated it.

The rest of the class Jimin went out of his way to avoid eye contact with Hoseok, he only paid attention to the teacher, even when other students tried to talk to him, he knew he was coming off as a bitch-ass but he really didn’t want to talk to anyone, he was so caught up in his own head. Once class was over, Jimin was the first to run into the boy’s locker room and change at lightning speed, to his relief he hadn’t picked the locker by Hoseok’s. Once he finished gathering his things, he was out, practically sprinting to the neighboring building to go fetch his friends.  He must have left his class really early because he had to stand there outside of the classroom and wait for a bit. He was antsy and couldn’t sit still with this information on his shoulders and all he could do was stand there and bounce in place. Finally, after what felt like an eternity the door opened and of course Yoongi and Namjoon were the last ones out. Yoongi came out first, still looking grumpy, Namjoon followed behind him looking done.

“ Yoongi are you still really upset? It isn’t that big a deal please try to cheer up.” he tiredly pleaded, all Yoongi did was huff in response, finally, they both looked up and saw their little blonde friend

“Oh good Jimin, please cheer Yoongi up. He's been weird and Grumpy since the thing that happened before class.” Namjoon urged

“Um, I don’t think that what I have to say will cheer him up,” Jimin said and they both stopped to look at him,

“ Then the guy from earlier, he’s in my dance class” Jimin revealed.

“UGGGHHH of course he is, because my luck I’m destined to see this serial killer every time we walk  you to your class” Yoongi groaned

“Serial Killer?” both Jimin and Namjoon said in unison.

“You guys didn’t see how he looked at me, he wants to kill me and for the love of Christ I can’t tell you why or who he is” Yoongi argued,

“ His name is Hoseok.” Jimin chimed,

“SEE he even has a twisted name,” Yoongi narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Namjoon and Jimin just laughed.

“So did he say anything to you?” Namjoon asked

“Not about what happened, but we both danced in front of the class and he complimented my dancing then he kept staring at me,” Jimin recalled,

“AND he’s a creepy pervert that stares, Jimin I think you should stay away from him” Yoongi turned and grabbed Jimin by the shoulders,

“But he’s very sweet and he was super nice to me” Jimin teased, batting his eyelashes innocently. Yoongi scoffed and turned away from him and continued walking, Jimin just giggled.

“ See Yoongi it was nothing,” Namjoon stated, feeling satisfied that he was right. Yoongi ignored him.

They finally reached the last class of their day, it was ‘History of Mythology’. It was technically a history class but it was offered as an elective and Yoongi knew he didn’t need another history credit but for some reason, he really had wanted to take it because he did really like mythology. When he asked Namjoon and Jimin why they chose it, Namjoon said that it sounded interesting and Jimin said he just honestly needed another class to add for credits.  As they went in the class was still pretty empty except for a few students, Namjoon gasped then waved to one of the students who was seated at one of the round tables by himself at the front, the guy looked up and smiled and waved them over. Namjoon ran up excitedly and sat next to who  Yoongi thought was probably one of the hottest men alive, granted he’d been meeting hot guys all day, Namjoon and the serial killer Hoseok were hot as hell in their own ways and Jimin could’ve been an angel straight from the heavens but this guy was godly.

He had a sculpted face and Jawline with soft sparkling eyes and his lips were plump and perfect and his physique, even sitting, was amazing. He was skinny but his shoulders were broad and perfect, his hair was a soft light brown and it was glossy and healthy-looking as it fell a little long past his ears. This man didn’t seem to have a flaw at all and both Jimin and Yoongi couldn’t help but stare as they took seats at the table.

“ I forgot to mention that I had made a friend earlier today and we found out we had our last class together, guys This is Jin,” Namjoon introduced the godlike human sitting at their table, Jin smiled and Jimin and Yoongi almost swooned. Jimin, switching into Thot mode smiled seductively and placed his chin on his hand sexily,

“ Well hello handsome, I’m Jimin.” He introduced himself while unabashedly running his eyes up and down Jin’s body. Jin stared at Jimin blankly for a second then turned to Namjoon,

“Wow your friend Jimin gives off hoe energy,” he said to him and busted out laughing. Jimin scoffed, surprised at his blunt way of speaking, Yoongi practically busted a lung along with Jin. Namjoon couldn’t help laughing along with him.

“It's ok Jimin, I get that a lot “ Jin smiled then winked at him, Jimin huffed again feeling like his thunder was being stolen, he doesn’t get winked at, HE is the one who winks. After settling down Jin turned to greet Yoongi as he introduced himself, Yoongi reached to shake his hands and there was a pop as they both got shocked,

“Ow,” they both said in unison, Namjoon laughed

“ It's probably because Yoongi drags his feet when he walks” he teased, Jimin laughed in agreement Yoongi rolled his eyes and Jin just joined in with the laughing

After a bit, the class suddenly got very full and all the seats had been full, Yoongi was surprised each table had 5 chairs and there were about 6 tables. 30 people really signed up for the history of Mythology. That was kind of weird but maybe they had the same reasons as him and his friends, either it sounded interesting or they needed a filler class. Finally, as the last couple people walked in the teacher soon followed and when he noticed how many people were in his class he seemed more than delighted,

“WOW! All these interesting faces here for my little old class, well I’m more than happy to say how honored I am, with such a big group I’m sure we’re sure to have lots of fun this semester.” The professor was an older middle-aged man who looked like the typical teacher type, clean-shaven, salt and pepper hair, glasses. Nothing exceptional.

“ Well my name is Han, Doctor Han as I do have an advanced doctorate in history but if you just want to call me Mr. Han then you are all more than welcome, I’ve been teaching here for about 5 years and I only teach this class at this hour every day and all other hours of the day you can find me at the library as I also run the library department, so if you ever need me then you can probably find me in there. This is The history of Mythology, I have to say that so you all can make sure in the right class. If everyone is where they are supposed to be then we can get started.” He explained happily, Yoongi already decided that he liked this teacher, his other professors seemed great but Mr. Han had such a warm and welcoming presence and he genuinely seemed like he loved teaching.

As the teacher was about to go on the door slammed open a student rushed all smiley and apologetically,

“Hi professor I’m so sorry to be late and interrupt the class but I had to tend to a family emergency after my last class,” The boy apologized profusely, Jimins HAir stood up on end as he heard the voice of the student who just entered, then snuck a worried glance at Yoongi who was on his phone briefly not paying attention to what was going on at the front of the class

“ Oh no I hope everything is alright” The teacher placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder and the boy nodded that it was ok

“ I’m glad to hear that, well let see if we have any seats left” Mr. Hans eyes scanned the room and found one lone seat empty at Yoongi’s table between Jimin and Namjoon,

“Ah, right here at the front so you can do your best learning,” Mr. Han smiled at the student who gave his best heart-shaped smile back.

The boy turned to take his seat and at that moment Yoongi looked up to see the approaching person and Yoongi felt his heart drop. It was Hoseok. The happy smile on Hoseok’s face faded fast and he paused only for half a second before walking over and taking the seat in between Jimin and Namjoon. Yoongi sat frozen not knowing what to say, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck seriously? this is just my damn my luck’ was all he could think the teacher had already continued to talk but Yoongi could hear anything over the glare Hoseok was sending him.

The phone rang in the classroom and the teacher went to get it, after a beat, he hung up and apologized as someone was calling him for an urgent matter in the history office so he had to pop out for a bit,

" Take this time to introduce yourselves to your tablemates, you will be working a lot in these groups for the rest of the semester, ok? I’ll be right back” and with that, the teacher left and the class was free to converse with each other. Quickly the class settled into a comfortable buzz as the students talked and chatted but at Yoongi’s table the tension was so thick you could almost grab it. Hoseok’s fiery eyes never left Yoongi and all Yoongi could do was stare back, for some reason Hoseok’s gaze held him and he couldn’t move and again he saw the fire in Hoseok's pupils burning bright red with hatred. Jin, not knowing any of these people or why they hated each other, looked frantically around trying to look for answers but Jimin and Namjoon seemed just as tense,

"umm… so are you guys like exes or something? Yoongi cheated or?” Jin looked at Hoseok who turned to him and once he saw Jin, a look of recognition, just like with Namjoon and Jimin, passed his face and he smiled genuine and bright, he suddenly looked like he wasn’t just sending a death glare at someone.

“No nothing like that, I’m Hoseok by the way and you are?” He asked cheerfully

“I’m Jin,” he reached around Namjoon and shook Hoseok’s hand.

"Oh and I never got your name,” Hoseok turned to Namjoon and continued to give his brightest smile. After being introduced to Namjoon, Hoseok turned to Jimin and greeted him cheerfully and started talking with him like they were best friends. Yoongi was looking at Jimin like he was a traitor but Jimin felt like there was nothing he could do but just be friendly with Hoseok, no one at the table knew how to take him, he was super friendly and welcoming to everyone else except Yoongi, even Jin felt weird about the whole situation. Jimin knew there had to be a reason why Hoseok didn't like Yoongi and he felt that if he got closer to him then he might reveal why. So, for now, Jimin snuck an apologetic look to Yoongi and continued to converse with Hoseok.

'Cool,’ Yoongi thought to himself as he put his head down feeling crummy ‘ first day of school, I made friends but I also made an enemy’ Yoongi was a combination of mad, confused and tired, he also felt like this had been the longest day of his life but now he was starting to feel like this semester was going to be the longest of his life. Now with this serial killer sitting two feet away, was there anyone out there to save him?  

[moyochu]

the little prince(ss): knj

↬ how each member was welcomed into the land of fatherhood 

jin ๑ yoongi ๑ hoseok ๑ namjoon ๑ jimin ๑ taehyung ๑ jungkook

* special thank you: to my love @kookcafe​ for helping me so much with this AND for so many of my other wips,,, our recent messages are literally all in caps,,, she’s best 

kim namjoon never actually had his own kids— he never really got into relationships in the first place

he was constantly moving, going from one thing to the next

once he got good at something, he got bored with it, never taking the time to find happiness in it

one month he was studying psychology, the next month he was studying biochemistry, the third month he was dropping out, the month after that he was a tutor and the month after that one he wa— you get the point

anytime he found himself exceeding the surface levels of a something, he left it

so he most definitely had no patience or time for another life to intertwine with his

plus, there was no one ever interested in holding real conversations with him

no one matched namjoon’s level of sincerity

people either used him for his smarts or for fun-- he constantly felt like he was never taken seriously

so it got to a point where he really didn’t care so much about maintaining connections

he distanced himself from a lot of people, and lived his life quietly at the local library, not only reading books that piqued his interests, but reading books to children while their parents did their business in the library

he liked the children-- he really did. he thought they were all adorable in their own way, but he never really got attached to any of them... he never got attached to anything in general

then a little girl with lopsided pigtails came along

she was an enigma-- sometimes she would jump from shelf to shelf (at least the ones she could reach), but most days she would sit alone in the corner of the play section, a different kind of chapter book (ones middle schoolers would read) in her hand each day

she looked insanely young to be able to read long books like that which always confused namjoon, but he never asked her about it

he was more curious on the person she was and who she was

curiosity eventually got the best of him when namjoon wondered why he never saw the little girl’s parents.

he saw parents often, especially in the children’s area.

but it almost seemed like the girl would walk in and out on her own

one day, namjoon finally approached the girl and asked her how old she was

the girl looked up to his stature with wide, innocent eyes, instantly making namjoon’s heart quiver slightly

just slightly

“five,” she responds before directing her attention back to her book.

namjoon crouches down to her height before asking her if she could read the book she had in her hand

she replies softly without looking up, “no, not really.”

that confused namjoon, “then why are you holding it?”

before namjoon can react properly, the girl huffs before pouting cutely, “because the rest of the books are so boring. i want to read big books.”

yeah, namjoon thinks she’s the cutest thing that has ever entered this library

he discovers her name is chaeyoung and finds out a couple things about her like how she only likes her sandwiches without the crust and how she thinks charlotte’s web is the dumbest book ever written

so joon tries showing chaeyoung books they can read together

brother bear was a no

llama llama red pajama was a meh face

and dr. seuss was a, “how old do you think i am?”

namjoon didn’t answer that question

finally namjoon finds a book that catches chaeyoung’s eye

the little prince

chaeyoung was instantly draw to it and joon couldn’t complain: it was his favorite children’s book

and so it was while they were reading the little prince together that you walk in, hair flying out of your bun, eyes dry from staring at your book for way longer than needed

you are shocked to see a smile on your daughter’s face as she and a man (you don’t recall seeing before) reading a book together

all you ever heard from your daughter was complaints about how lacking the children’s section was

but here she was, excitedly pointing to some book

when your daughter finally notices you, she immediately runs into your arms, making you chuckle

joon watches the scene with soft smile as he waits to introduce himself

but before he could say anything, you smile and thank him for taking care of your daughter, leaving it at that

you are confused by the disappoint on his face

he was cute, you thought. but that’s where you would leave it at.

after chaeyoung’s father left you high and dry after empty promises of forever, you sworn off relationships

your trust was fragile and you didn’t want chaeyoung to have an unstable home environment

you also don’t think you could handle it again-- but no one has to know that

you just no longer feel the heat of young love, even though you are still young

dressing up isn’t your thing anymore either— you haven’t cared about how you’ve looked for a while now

you think you’re decent in looks but you never would describe yourself as pretty

plus, as a returning college student, you’re busier than ever, trying to match the pace of the much younger students

exam season is just around the corner, hence why you’re at the library way more often now

and as you now know what namjoon looks like, you notice him more in between bookshelves as you try your best to ignore his goddamn dimpled smiles

you are usually able to go by the days without the urge to converse with him, but one day, you’re simply a mess

you have an organic chem exam the next morning, and you weren’t processing anything at all

there were three empty cups of coffee surrounding the desk you were studying at, none of them actually giving you any energy

you find yourself on the verge of tears when namjoon hesitantly approaches you

fifteen minutes later, you’re about to pull your hair out while namjoon chuckles, pointing at your horrid book once more, trying to help you drill the info into your head

but nothing seems to click with the way he words it, so you shoo him away, telling him its okay and that you got it

also because he was more of a distraction than help

however, joon hates seeing you stressed

because it looks like the face chaeyoung makes when she gets stuck on a particular hard word-- like she wants to cry because she can’t get this one thing right

and all he wants to do is make her (and you) happy again

plus, joon wants to help you because he wants to know more about you

why wouldn’t he want to know more? chaeyoung is so interesting, how can her mother not be?

so joon keeps coming back around, but you only give in again when you look up to see a box of goldfish in his hands

this time, namjoon came prepared

he noticed you were more of a visual learner so he tried drawing out everything he was showing you

plus, he brought food-- you were sold

oh, and you thought it was insanely cute that he brought his own tiny whiteboard and marker to try to teach you in a way that you’d understand

after you two were done, you sigh as namjoon grabs the box of goldfish to munch on

“thank you, namjoon. this means a lot,” you smile while taking your hair out of your messy ponytail, shaking your head to let your hair finally breathe

joon’s hand pauses mid air while he watches you move your hair out of your face

“beautiful,” he whispers, chucking another goldfish in his mouth

you feel your stomach dance

after that day, it was as if things changed. you would often drop by with a cup of coffee for him and he would always leave small, encouraging notes on your laptop when you fell asleep

the more he smiled, the more your stomach hit you with that tingly feeling that you were terribly afraid of 

yet the day you get your exam scores, you run up to namjoon, showing him your B+, hugging him in your excitement

when you awkwardly leave his embrace, both of you end of blushing and looking away, but joon eases your worries when he laughs, albeit with red cheeks, “i told you you can do it!”

the cheesy grins were stuck on both of your faces

later that night, you can’t stop thinking about your hug with namjoon, even though it’s just a damn hug

he has that effect on you-- one you wish he didn’t have

but here you are in front of your mirror, cheeks rosy with love as you slowly place your hands on your cheeks

you forgot what it was like to feel beautiful

you want to ignore the pounding of your heart, you so badly do, but as chaeyoung chatters on about namjoon and how much she loves him, your heart can’t help but ache at the sound of his name

chaeyoung snaps you out of your daze when she jumps onto your lap, arms locking around your neck

“mommy?” she mutters into the nape of your neck. “i want joonie to be my daddy.”

you don’t know how to respond so you simply sigh as you smooth out her hair; you expected that line to come sooner or later...just not sooner. she continues when she doesn’t hear you respond. “but i care about your happiness more.”

you melt at that as you hug the daylights out of your daughter, leaving kisses on top of her precious head. “you are a sweetheart, baby.”

she smiles back before shyly playing with her hands, “mommy, i memorized the bestest quote from the little prince today! joonie even told me what it means. he helped me practice how to say it right! do you want to hear it?”

you smile and chaeyoung takes that as a sign to continue. “it is only with the heart one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

you catch your breath. “what does it mean, baby?”

chaeyoung blinked at you with those beautiful brown eyes, her chubby hand reaching to point at you, “joonie said it’s how he feels about you, mommy.”

and for the first time in your life post the birth of your daughter, you decide to listen to your heart

[nochuobsessed]

Bite Me || Pt 05

Bite Me Masterlist

Word Count: 3.5k

Groups: BTS, Got7, NCT, Twice, Red Velvet

Au: Supernatural

Pairing: Werewolf!Yoongi x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: Gore, Smut, Supernatural Creatures, illness

Almost 6 weeks had passed since you last saw Yoongi. Irene had visited most days, checking in on you and giving you updates on Yoongi. You were both doing terrible.

You hadn’t been able to eat human food without vomiting, and your skin became more translucent than usual. You could barely walk, but you still made the effort to meet Irene outside your house.

“You look terrible,” The wolf said, letting you lean on her for support. You raised your eyebrows in acknowledgement, humming as you sat down on the grass, leaning on a tree stump.

“I feel terrible,” You mumbled, turning your head to the side and smiling weakly, “Wendy’s trying to figure out what’s wrong, but she’s had no luck yet.”

Irene sighed, letting you rest your head on her shoulder, “You would feel better if you went to see him. You don’t even have to let him mark you yet, but it is advised.”

“I haven’t even told Namjoon yet,” You confessed, “Your pack are the only people that know.”

“It’s harder to share a secret than to keep it,” Irene agreed, “But still. You have a place in our pack. If your coven is against it than you always have a place with us.”

You groaned, “That’s only because I’m the Alpha’s mate. I’m a really shitty person once you get to know me.”

Irene shifted her position, looking at you to make sure you were all right, “I’ve gotten to know you. You’re caring and open-minded, I’d even say we’re friends by now.”

You smiled, “I’d say we’re friends too.”

The wolf took your hand, holding it up, “In a way, we’re sisters. The pack protects our own. I know you’re still weary, but you have nothing to fear.”

You stood up, leaning intensely against the tree to help you stand up, “I have to go back inside. Text me if anything happens.”

Irene nodded, watching you carefully as you sped back inside, the door opening and closing as you ran through.

She ran off, hurrying to get over the borderline as soon as possible. If a member from your coven found out that, a wolf was outside their house, let alone becoming friends with their youngest. She cared about you, as a sister, a friend, and a pack member. All members of the pack were programmed to care for the mates of the pack as they do to they pack members themselves. Everyone was worried about you.

Yoongi only trusted Irene to see you. At this point in time, everyone except Irene had upset you. He did not want to sever the last tie you had to him, whether it brought him pain or not.

Upon arriving again at the pack house, Irene sighed sadly. The aura of the house was overall negative, with everyone worried.

“How’s Yoongi?” Irene asked Jungkook, as she took off her coat, throwing it over the back of the couch.

“Hyung’s magic hasn’t been able to do anything,” Jungkook said, leading the eldest werewolf upstairs, “This isn’t something that a witch can fix.”

“I know,” Said Irene, “I’m trying. She’s not doing well either.”

“Then why won’t she come here. Why can’t she accept hyung and they can mark each other and live happily ever after? Noona, if I met my mate, I would never leave their side.”

Irene stopped on the 16th step, looking at the young wolf in disagreement, “That’s the thing, Kookie, you haven’t met your mate. Your mate will probably be a werewolf. You will be in a better situation. You’re young, listen and learn so that when your time comes, you can handle it better.”

That seemed to shut the werewolf up, and Irene continued walking up the stairs. She arrived the Alpha’s master bedroom, knocking on the door twice, before it swung open. She walked in, and the witch made it close behind her.

Irene walked towards the bed, and Yoongi looked to her with hope, “How is she.”

Irene looked down, not meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “She’s worse. She won’t budge.”

Yoongi nodded silently, wincing in pain at the movement, “I need-“

“I know,” Irene cut off, taking her alpha’s hand in hers, as she sat down on the king sized bed, “She’ll come around. I’ll keep talking to her. If worst comes to worse, I’ll drag her here. She’s just worried about her family.”

Yoongi groaned, sweat covering his face, “We can be her family. I’m not immortal like she is. Sure, I won’t age until I choose to continue aging, but it’s easier for me to die than it is for her. I’ll die within weeks-“

“It won’t come to that,” Mark says, “She has another week, if she doesn’t come here, I’m severing the tie.”

Yoongi looked to the witch in annoyance, “You can’t.”

“I can and I will,” Mark said, “I’m not a wolf. I don’t feel attached to your mate. We need our alpha more than we need an Alpha with a mate. I’ve made my decision.”

Irene stood up as soon as Mark did, “Mark, you don’t understand. Our mates are everything to us. One of our reasons for living. Mark he’ll die-“

“He’ll die if I don’t,” Mark says, standing in the doorway, “One week.”

He slammed the door shut behind him, not turning back as he left. Yoongi sat up in his bed, panic setting in.

“Arrange a meeting,” He panted, looking to Irene in desperation, “Tell her to come here. I’m not losing my mate.”

“Y/N, how are you feeling?”

“Bloody great.”

Namjoon had been visiting your room frequently, seeing as whenever you were home, you were confined to your bed. He was at a loss, not knowing what was wrong with his baby sister.

“You look like you’re going to die,” He said, as he sat beside you in your bed, “Vampires can’t die. Did someone poison you?”

You wanted to say yes, someone had poisoned your thoughts and your mind to only think of the Greyrose Alpha Werewolf. But you would never tell him.

“I, don’t know,” You mutter, your words as weak as your body. You smiled tiredly at your big brother, hoping to ease his worries, “I’ll feel better soon. Maybe this is the vampire equivalent to a cold.”

Namjoon nodded, lying down and letting you rest on his chest, “Wendy will come with medicine soon. We’re going to try anything and everything to get you better.”

You snuggled into your sibling, “Thank you, Joon.”

Namjoon smiled, “I promised you forever, did I not? I intend to keep it.”

Your brother and you had always made promises your special thing. Promises to buy ice cream and milkshakes, soon turned into promises to return home within 48 hours or to not drain the entire population of Gangnam-Gu. Still, the two of you had never broken a promise to date.

“I love you, but I’d like to be alone,” You said, putting your head back onto your pillow, “Go back to Yeri. Send Wendy in a few minutes.”

Namjoon stood up, ruffling your hair, “I’ll leave you be.”

Namjoon left your room, and you picked up your phone, noticing five missed calls from Irene. You quickly tapped her name, calling her back.

“Y/N?” She answered almost immediately, “Thank god, I’ve been trying to reach you-“

“Namjoon was with me,” You said, “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t explain,” Irene said, “You have to talk to him.”

Him. Your body knew who it was. You didn’t have to be told twice.

“Yoongi?” You asked, “I can’t talk to him now.”

“You have to,” Irene said, “Just for a little bit.”

You bit your lip, taking the phone away from your ear, before returning it, “Okay.”

“I’ll put him on.”

You felt goosebumps form on your skin, and you began fidgeting, nervous to hear his voice.

“Y/N?”

You let out a sigh, feeling a heavy weight lifted from your chest, “Yoongi.”

“You sound terrible,” The werewolf noted, not realizing that he himself, sounded just as bad.

“You do too,” You replied, a small smile gracing your lips, “Irene told me that the same thing is happening to both of us.”

“Vaguely the same,” The werewolf said, his voice raspy through the iPhone, “I’ve, missed you. I feel like a part of me is missing.”

Your heart sank hearing those words, but you couldn’t give in to the aching feeling, “We’ve met three times, Yoongi, three times. That’s not enough to form an emotional bond. Physical, maybe, but-“

“Y/N you are my mate,” Yoongi said, sounding exasperated, “You’re a vampire, but I’m a Werewolf. Half animal. When a werewolf finds their mate, suddenly their whole world revolves around them. We would do anything to make our mates happy. I know you’re upset, but think about it.”

You knew nothing of werewolves before all of this. Only that they were human until a full moon, where they turned into beasts. This was proven false by Irene, who had shown you her wolf form many times. The whole mate thing, you refused to understand.

“I’ll come soon,” You said, your body tensing as you tried to stop your tears from falling, “I don’t know how to tell my family. I’ll try harder-“

“We don’t have much time,” The werewolf confessed, grabbing your attention, “I’ll die soon if I don’t see you or mark you. My pack Witch has said that if we don’t work this out within a week, he will sever our tie. We’ll be disconnected from each other, forever. Our chance will be gone.”

“If a mates tie is severed, neither of them can find another mate, as the universe deems them unwilling,” You muttered, listening carefully to Yoongi’s shallow breaths, “I’ll come tomorrow evening. I’ll say I’m visiting the sirens. I’ll come.”

Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling some of his worries float away, “Thank you, Y/N. We can make this work, I promise.”

Your ears picked up the word promise, and you instantly felt guilty. Hiding this from Namjoon and the rest of the coven, your family, yet you did not intend to tell them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” You said to the phone, not knowing what else to say. You hated the awkward silence, so you quickly hung up, putting your phone down as you tried to calm yourself.

“Tomorrow,” You whispered to yourself, “I’ll see him.”

Wendy sighed, letting go of your hand and letting it drop to the bed, “I’m getting nothing. No spells, curses, poison, nothing. I can’t figure out why you’re sick.”

You sighed, looking at the witch who was sitting cross-legged on your bed in front of you, trying to figure out what was wrong with you. If you told her the real reason, she’d tell Namjoon, and you’d be locked in a tower for the rest of your life. Or until Yoongi died.

“I think it’s just the vampire equivalent of a cold, or the flu,” You lied, smiling weakly, “I’ll feel better soon. I’ll get some fresh air tomorrow, and blood will be brought up.”

“That reminds me,” Wendy interjected, “You haven’t been able consume human food?”

You shook your head, “Only blood.”

Wendy stood up, “This is so weird! Forget I’m the coven witch, I’m your friend. Did some creep give you an STI? Have you actually been drinking blood? Are you trying to kill yourself-“

“Wendy!” You cut the younger girl off, “I’m okay. I know what’s wrong, and I know how to fix it. I promise, it’s on a need-to-know basis. Just tell Namjoon I’m fine, please.”

Wendy nodded. The two of you trusted each other, enough so that Wendy would keep quiet.

“You owe me,” Wendy said, heading towards your door, “For the sake of the coven, our family, do whatever it takes to get better.”

“I will.”

Wendy gave you a small smile, before leaving you alone. You sat up, grabbing your phone and texting Hoseok, asking if he could come to your room with a blood bag.

He arrived within seconds, sitting down on your bed and handing you the bag, “You look-“

“If you say I look or sound terrible I’m going to rip my heart out,” You said, your face turning into one of a vampire and biting into the bag, squeezing the plastic as to get out more, “I hate blood bags.”

“You’re too weak to actually hunt humans, and you refuse to drink animal blood,” Hoseok said, giving you a teasing look, “I don’t judge, don’t worry. But I know your secret.”

You froze, slowly putting down the blood bag, “What do you know?”

“You found your mate,” Hoseok said, “I’m surprised the others haven’t figured it out yet.”

He knows. The mantra kept repeating in your head, terrifying you to the bone. “What do- what do you mean?”

“My mate died, everyone knows that,” Hoseok said, pain lacing his normally cheery voice, “When she, died, the same thing happened to me for 10 years. So either you’ve found your mate, and are refusing to see them, or they’ve died.”

You look down, hurt spreading across your features, “It’ll be both soon. I don’t want Namjoon to find out he’s a werewolf and-“

Your eyes widened as you realized what you, quickly trying to come up with an excuse, but Hoseok just shrugged.

“He’s from Greyrose. It’s not hard to guess. I don’t need to know who, but I do need to tell you this,” Hoseok said, taking your frail hand, “I would do, anything, to get my bloodsinger back. She died in the worst way possible, and if I could go back and change it I would in a heartbeat. You’ve wanted to find your bloodsinger for almost 50 years, don’t ruin it because of your brother. He’ll come around.”

You hadn’t realized you had begun crying until Hoseok had wiped them away, “Rest. Seeing him tomorrow will help ease the pain. Being…intimate will stop it for a few days if you leave him again. Marking each other will stop it forever. Don’t just think about yourself, think about him.”

He was right. You were too busy thinking about your situation. A vampire, with little to no freedom, thank to your past decisions and your older brother. Yoongi, was an alpha. The leader of a pack and by you abandoning him, was now condemned to his bed in pain. The guilt settled in, and you wanted to change everything.

“Thank you, you whispered, lying back down in your bed, “I’m sorry about your mate.”

Hoseok smiled sadly at you, “She was human, and refused to be turned. Interspecies relationships are hard, especially when one doesn’t compromise.”

He walked out of the room, leaving you in shock. He’d never mentioned that she was human, just that she had died.

You shook your head, moving yourself under the covers more, and attempting to fall asleep.

You woke up late, around midday. You showered, fed Dracula, and dressed as best as you could, which in your case were skinny jeans, a hoodie, and whatever shoes you saw first. You walked down the staircase, only to meet Namjoon at the bottom.

“Sister, where are you off to?” He asked, looking at your outfit, “Off to find another one night stand?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m going to visit the sirens, my friends. Fresh air is good for me. Takes away the nausea.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows skeptically, “Don’t leave the forest. You’re sick, and if something happens to you in front of humans, we might be too late.”

You tilted your head, smiling childishly at your brother, trying to hide your fear, “Oppa, let me go.”

You saw his face melt at Oppa, sighing and ruffling your hair, “If you’re not back in 24 hours-“

“I know, you’ll kill someone, I got it,” You said, gently pushing him out of the way, “I’ll be safe.”

You walk out the door without another word, eager to get to your destination. You weren’t lying, you were in fact going to visit the sirens, and then see Yoongi. You needed to speak to Taehyung, to hear what he knew.

The forest was always beautiful, with the cold winter coming soon. For some reason, unbeknownst to anyone that resided in the forest, roses were always blooming. They littered the darkened forest along the paths, in a variety of colours. You had always thought that Greyrose choose their name because of the odd occurrence, seeing as they had always resided in the forest.

One place that the roses were not very common in, however, was the Siren Lake. You had always noticed it, but you figured it was because of the mass amount of salt water.

“Y/N,” Taehyung said, jumping down from his seat on one of the higher rocks, splashing into the water and swimming towards you, “How have you been?”

“Terrible,” You said, sitting down on a rock and leaning forward, “I suppose Jimin filled you in.”

“Yep,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes, “You and Yoongi are experiencing an illness because you both won’t see each other.”

“Partially true,” You interjected, biting your lip, “He’s on bedrest, it’s only me that won’t see him. But I’m going soon. I wanted to talk to you first.”

Taehyung smiled at you, “The girls went out to devour some souls.” He stopped when he saw you pulling an awkward expression, “You know what I mean. Anyway, it’s just us.”

You laughed lightly, “Good. I have a…personal question to ask you.”

“Go ahead,” The siren said, his magnificent tail coming out of the water as he laid on his stomach, “No question is unanswerable.”

“It’s two questions, really,” You confessed, pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts, “Why haven’t you let Jimin mark you?”

Taehyung nodded, as if he was expecting that question, “Okay.”

“You’ll tell me?” You asked, looking to him intently as he nodded.

“It’s simple, but not simple,” He started, “Firstly, interspecies relationships are hard. You probably know that. It’s harder for Jimin and I. I’m a water species, he’s a land species. Water species don’t have mates.”

“You don’t love him?” You asked, “I thought-“

Taehyung stopped you, “I care for Jimin, deeply. Is it love? I’ll never know. Sirens aren’t meant to fall in love. We’re sirens because we fell in love, and were killed by our love in the ocean. You know my story.”

You nodded, “You fell in love with a pirate in 1800’s, and he pretended to love you back. Only to have you walk the plank, killing you, but turning you into a siren.”

Taehyung smiled, but not sincerely, “And then I killed him and everyone on the ship. Sirens lure horrible men and women out, drown them, and consume their souls to keep ourselves alive. Jimin will get bored of me, having to visit every day so that he does not die from separation. We don’t work.”

You look sadly to your friend, “And that answers my second question, why you don’t have the symptoms. Sirens aren’t mated creatures.”

“Vampires are, of course,” Taehyung explained, tilting his head, “You shouldn’t live alone forever. You can be with your mate, your bloodsinger, as you land immortals call it. Yoongi will choose to live forever too. You just have to give it a chance.”

“Would you?”

Taehyung looked confused at your question, “Would I what?”

You looked down, thinking for a moment, before meeting his stare in, “Would you give Jimin a chance if you could? If you could become human, would you want to be with him?”

Taehyung looked away, sighing deeply, “Maybe. I would not know. It won’t ever work. It’s the universe’s mistake. They didn’t think it out well enough when they told Jimin I was his soulmate, but told me that I could never find love again. It’s in our DNA.”

You stood up, the sunlight hitting your face as you spoke, “I understand. Thank you, it must’ve been hard to share.”

“I haven’t told anyone before, not even Jimin, so don’t tell him,” Taehyung said, “Yoongi… He’s cold, but caring. He’s a lot like you, but also the complete opposite. You both deserve to be loved, don’t give that up.”

You smiled to the older boy, bowing your head in thank you, before you returned to the path, eager to see Yoongi after your chat with the siren.

The pack house looked like it fit the current day and age, unlike the Celestial Manor, that looked like it was built over a hundred years ago. You walked up the steps to the door, taking in the sight around you.

The roses were red at your side of the forest, but around here, they were white. Red like the blood the vampires spill, and White like the moon, a werewolf’s sire.

You raised your hand, and knocked on the door, ready for whatever awaited you.

[blu-joons]

BTS Reaction: You Are A Basketball Player

Jin:

He ran into the yard when he heard you bouncing your basketball around, running around the garden, jumping up to shoot a hoop, the ball swooshing into the net.

“And the crowd goes wild!” He teased, running around you with his arms up in the air. You giggled, fetching the ball, throwing it against his chest. “I see, you think I can show you a thing or two.”

“As if,” you smiled, “you’re rubbish.”

He raised a questionable eye, shaking his head at you. “I’ll prove you wrong, just watch.” He dribbled forwards, bouncing the ball, leaping into the air, only for the ball to circle the hoop.

“Unlucky!” You squealed, struggling to hold back your laughter.

Dejectedly, he sighed, stopping the ball from rolling away. “I’m still better than you, I was just unfortunate that time around.” He stropped, throwing the ball up in the air and catching it.

“Just admit that I’m better than you. We can’t all be good at everything Jin,” you teased, tapping the top of his head.

“Basketball is for losers anyway,” he sulked, twirling the ball around, holding it against his chest.

“Stop being a baby and pass me the ball.”

Yoongi: 

You glanced up at full time noticing Yoongi stood front row of the viewing crowd, sprinting down the steps to greet you and pull you into a sweaty hug.

“You were amazing!” He shrieked, wrapping his arms around you. “All those dribbles, and passes, and shots, I wasn’t sure if I was watching you or Kobe Bryant out on that court.”

“Shut up,” you blushed, “I wasn’t that good.”

He pulled you back, meeting your eyes with a wide smile on his face. “Are you kidding me? You were my MVP,” he complimented, “but seriously, you’re better than me.”

“Well that’s not hard,” you teased, instantly apologising for your comment.

His bottom lip stuck out, pouting at you softly. You reached up, pecking a kiss to his lips. “You’re so mean to me; I didn’t have to come and cheer you on today.”

“I know, and I really appreciate you coming to support me. As long as you enjoyed the game, then that it all that matters to me,” you spoke, smiling softly at him.

“I really did enjoy it, I’m really proud of you today,” he said, kissing the top of your head gently.

“Thank you, I’m glad you had fun.”

Hoseok:

The two of you lined up behind each other, facing the hoop that hung on the back of your house, Hobi stood first, lining his shot up, pretending to shoot a couple of times.

“No pressure,” you spoke, just before he went to shoot, “but from the distance you should be able to get this in easily.”

“Don’t distract me,” he scolded, “I’m concentrating.”

You stood back as he took his shot, missing, the ball bouncing off the backboard, giggling as he failed. “Are you kidding me? Did you actually just miss that shot Hobi?”

“That’s your fault!” He protested, throwing the ball to you for your turn.

You stepped up, and in one swift movement, the ball came up and went straight through the hoop, much to Hobi’s despair. “See, it’s easy. You’re just rubbish at basketball.”

“No! It’s just I wasn’t rude and didn’t distract you, I appreciate the concentration needed to be a basketballer.” You shook your head, jabbing his arm.

“Not everyone can shoot Hobi, but it’s okay,” you commiserated, patting the tap of his head.

“I don’t like you; you’re mean.”

Namjoon:

You couldn’t help but smile as he tried to dribble, but continued to lose control the ball, watching it roll away from him time and time again as he tried to perfect it.

“Be calm,” you instructed, walking over. “Bounce it gentle, not hard. Keep your eye on the bounce, and just try to create a rhythm.

“You make it sound so easy,” he grumbled.

You rested your hand over his as he tried it once more. “See, you’re not tense, you’re relaxed, and your paying attention to the ball rather than your hand.”

“I’m still not that good,” he frowned, looking across at you.

You softly smiled, brushing your hand over the top of his head. “Practice makes perfect Joon, it’s not going to come overnight. It certainly didn’t for me, that’s for sure.”

“You’re so good, and I’m so bad. I’d like to be able to play basketball more with you, but I feel like I’m not really good enough to.” He admitted.

“Don’t be silly, we can always have a game together,” you assured him, taking the ball and passing it to him.

“You’re too cute sometimes jagi.”

Jimin:

A loud voice could be heard cheering your name from the stand, capturing your attention. You looked up, surprised when you saw Jimin holding up a banner.

“What are you doing?” You asked, running over to him. “You’re supposed to be rehearsing today, you can’t just take time off.”

“I can for you,” he smiled, “I couldn’t miss this.”

You reached over the barrier, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It means the world that you came to support me, but I feel so much pressure now you’re here.”

“Don’t be silly, just play like you always do.”

You nodded, feeling his hands lay over your shoulders. “I always feel pressure when you come to watch, I can’t let you down or embarrass myself.”

“Just do your thing. I know how amazing you are, you don’t need to feel pressure, I’m here to support you, nothing else,” he reminded you.

“I know, I just want to impress you, I don’t want to make a mistake in front of you,” you sighed.

“You always impress me, every day.”

Taehyung:

He stepped out in the garden wearing an old basketball jersey that he had, or so you thought, but when he spun around, it revealed your number and name on the back.

“I thought I’d wear this to your game tomorrow, what do you think?” He proudly chuckled, showing it off with a parade around the garden whilst you practiced.

“You are such a loser,” you smiled, shaking your head.

He snatched the ball from you, shooting a hoop, running around when it went in. “I want everyone to know who I’m supporting tomorrow, I’m your number one fan.”

“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” you sighed.

With a big smile, he pulled you into him, peppering kisses all over your cheek. “Don’t you like it? I thought it would be perfect to let people know you were taken.”

“It’s a basketball match Tae, not a speed dating event,” you chuckled, twirling him around to get a closer look at the jersey he wore.

“You can never be too careful, I bet plenty of people will wonder who the most beautiful person on the team is tomorrow.”

“You’re lucky they’re with you then.”

Jungkook:

Any time you practiced, Jungkook liked to be around. Even though he knew you were better, he liked to try and prove you wrong in little games.

“Alright, whoever can bounce the ball higher doesn’t have to cook tea tonight,” he challenged, chucking you one of the balls he carried in his arms.

“You’re going down Kook,” you smartly joked, poking out your tongue.

He counted down from three, as both balls bounced, and luckily for you, yours flew higher, landing right by his feet. “Well this really backfired didn’t it.”

“One day you’ll realise I am better than you.”

He refused to listen, throwing the ball to the other end of the garden. “I hate that I can’t beat you at this, why are you so good at this?”

“Maybe because I’m a basketball player for a living,” you chuckled, “the fact I rehearse for hours a day might give me a slight advantage.”

“It’s fine, because if we did karaoke, I know I would smash you out of the park with my voice.”

“Alright Kookie, no one likes a show-off.”

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Masterlist

[shesdreamingofamonster]

BTS - Reaction to You Being Upset About Your Insecurity

As requested. :)

Seokjin:

When a coworker blasted you on social media about not being attractive enough for Seokjin you couldn’t help but break down. Of course, everyone knew it was you she was talking about, identifying you by your “elephant ears.” You had always been self-conscious about them, and you never expected to date and idol and being put under a spotlight. Jin had been in the other room when he heard the sniffling that came with your tears. Immediately he rushed in and pulled you into his chest. “What is wrong?” He was rubbing your back when you pulled away and explained. He demanded that you show him the post, and so you did. That is when he commented with his own personal account about how wonderful you are. He knew that they wouldn’t expect him to take a stand. He put the phone down on the table and took your face in his hands. “You are beautiful, ears and all. I don’t even pay attention to them, cause the rest of you is so breathtaking.” You giggled and gave him a soft kiss.

Yoongi:

As a show of appreciation for your recent promotion, you offered to host a party at yours and Yoongi’s shared apartment for the holidays. You had always been wary about the clothing you wore since you had curves that made you feel uncomfortable. Your hips were wide set and your thighs were a bit thick. There was a dress that Yoongi absolutely adored you in, he said the color made your eyes pop. It was a little tight near the bottom but you wanted to look nice. A lot of people showed up to celebrate with you. As you were making your rounds checking in on people, you heard some of your coworkers whispering. They mentioned something about how brave you were to wear something like that, and how you should try to find something looser. With that you quietly made your way to the bedroom. Yoongi noticed you rushing away and followed you in. As soon as he looked at you, you broke down. “They were talking about how awful I look.” He wiped the tears away and kissed your forehead. “You look amazing baby, they are just jealous.” You nodded and he suggested that “he better get back out there before the guests think we are up to no good.” You let him go and fixed your makeup in the mirror. When you walked back out Yoongi placed a hand on your hip and raised a glass. “Thank you all for coming tonight. To celebrate the holidays as well as this beautiful woman’s promotion to assistant manager.” After he was done with his toast, he gave you a quick peck on the lips. The looks on gossipers’ faces was priceless.

Hoseok:

Dealing with your acne had been a part of your daily routine since puberty. Although you didn’t have breakouts anymore, there were still scars left behind. You always made sure to cover them up as well as you could. But makeup could only go so far. And sometimes you just didn’t feel like taking time to cover everything. You were spending the day out with Hobi and decided to take a cute picture. Your parents always said you needed to update your social media since you didn’t like calling them. So… you posted the picture, Hoseok’s arms around you kissing your cheek. Although you were private, some of the people who followed you leaked pictures. Instantly the hate started. “How could oppa be with her?”  “Look at all the marks on her face!!” “Ewe, Hoseok could do better.” Many fans supported your relationship, but there were also those who just lived to make your relationship fail. And going after you was their main attack. You were all over the internet. The frown formed on your face and Hoseok looked at you with concern. “What is the frown for?” That is when you showed him your phone. You could tell how upset he was, his main concern was always to keep you away from the limelight and the hate that comes with it. He gave you back your phone and lifted your chin up. “Hey, don’t you dare think any less of yourself. You are way beyond pretty. You are my girl and nothing is going to change that.”

Namjoon:

You have had stretch marks for some time now. On your sides, your thighs, stomach, breasts. Coping with them by yourself was going well until you started to get serious with Namjoon. The first time you showed him you, all of you, he said you were breathtaking. He seemed to ignore those little lines that ran along your skin. Recently, you two had taken a trip to a beach. Obviously, this meant you wore a swim suit. The little bikini that Joon always said made you look amazing in all the right places. Since you were dating an idol, you should have known that images would circulate on the internet. Many people had to point out your stretch marks and zoom into them. Feeling uneasy, you said that you would just wear shorts and a shirt tomorrow. You claimed it was because you didn’t want to burn, but he knew the truth. When you were alone in the hotel, he lifted your shirt up and ran his hands along the marks on your torso, sending shivers down your spine. “These are just a part of you. No matter what others say, you are beautiful. These marks, they are beautiful too.” He pulled you into a deep kiss sliding his hands along your skin. “Wear all the bikinis you want baby.” You giggled as he pulled you closer, you spoke almost in a whisper “What about nothing at all?” He looked stunned, “How about we keep that for ourselves.” Still the amusement flashed in his eyes.

Jimin:

There is a lot of stigma around having thighs that touch. Even though it is normal, it still made you feel insecure. Jimin loved your thighs, his favorite thing to do when you are just sitting together is to place his hand on your thigh. As if to say, “this girl is mine.” When you were at the store looking for jeans one day, one of the women working suggested that you look elsewhere because you were too big. After that soured your mood for the day, you rushed back home as soon as possible. Jimin had made it home early and was eagerly waiting for you when you walked in the door. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to run into his arms and start crying. “What happened? Are you okay?” You mumbled into his shirt, “The store employee, she said I was too fat for their jeans. Just because she took one look at me and my legs weren’t thin.” He rubbed your back and pulled you away to look into your eyes. “You are not too big, you are perfect. It isn’t like I fit that category either.” You nodded as he kissed your forehead.

Taehyung:

You were looking in the mirror, trying to fix your uneven eyebrows. They had always been that way, different shapes, and different thicknesses. You had been filling them in for years now, trying to make yourself feel better. Maybe people thought it was stupid, but you felt like they showed how put together you were. Taehyung thought that they made you interesting. Sometimes he would stand behind you while you worked your magic. A memory about how you were teased in class by many girls played through your head. A frown formed on your face and you froze. Taehyung immediately wondered what was going on and gave you a back hug. “Y/N, why do you look upset?” You closed your eyes and replayed the things that people had said to you. “Just that I will always look stupid, no matter how much I try to cover it up, they will never look right.” Tae didn’t understand why eyebrows bothered girls so much. “What? Your eyebrows? I think they are adorable. Besides, the make-up artists even fix mine.” He smiled as he rested his head on your shoulder, “You should see the beautiful girl I see in the mirror.”

Jungkook:

No matter how much you tried, you could never thin out your face. There were surgical options, but you didn’t want to go that route, you just wanted it to look slimmer. People would comment how it looked squishy. Yeah, it may sound cute, but that isn’t what you wanted to be associated with. Jungkook noticed you pulling your skin tighter when you were sitting down one day. You rubbed your neck under your jaw, feeling your double chin. “Hey babe, what’s up?” He was staring at you with a sort of worried expression. You gave a small smile, “Nothing.” He knew that it wasn’t nothing. He made his way over to the couch and sat next to you. “You can tell me anything, if someone is bothering you-“ You interrupted before he thought you were being bullied. “It isn’t that, I just… I just wished my face was thinner. No matter how many diets I go on, or work outs I do, nothing changes.” He took your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks. “Why do you want it to be thinner, you look great the way you are. I like your face.” The way he said it made you release a small laugh. He giggled too, “and I would miss those cheeks of yours.”

Masterlist

[bts-is-my-life-as-always]

Bts gif reaction to finding out you were sexually assaulted.

Trigger warning, please don’t read if you think your very sensitive, i just want to bring more awareness to it.

(Credit to gif owners)

Request:If you don’t want to this reaction you don’t have to but maybe a bts gif reaction to finding out their s/o was sexually assaulted when they were young and when he tried to touch her she got scared!

So I’m not sure if the person who requested this was the same person that anonymously left those messages, and I just wanted to say, that women and men who go through this are so strong, and I’m always here if you need someone to talk to, and I just want everyone to know, that I really did research a lot about this, because I want to somehow be able to take some of that pain away, and I hope this was what you were looking for anon, just before I start this reaction I’d like to say,

Your soooooooo sooooo unbelievably strong to endure that, and I really do hope the best for your future, and I’m really not trying to trigger anyone, I love you all, and hope this world can one day come to respect everyone.

Thank you and love you all again.

Rapmon:

Rapmon simply wrapped his arms around you, you remembered back to when the person you trusted the most, “your friend”, wrapped his arms around you, it was like a turmoil of flashbacks, he was supposed to protect you, but instead he hurt you, you were so young you had no idea what was even happening, but that one memory will haunt your mind for the rest of your life, it was just painted with so much pain, you hated thinking back to any second of it, before you knew, you were screaming, crying for rapmon to let go, you knew he wouldn’t do something like that to you but at this very moment, nothing but that moment remained in your mind.

“Y/n stop it, what’s wrong?” You kept struggling, that memory still playing out in front of you, how your friend had grabbed you, it hurt, so much pain, so much to bare.

Rapmon hugged you, he never did that, your friend only ever hurt you, you stopped violently throwing your hands about, you just cried, namjoon was breaking beside you, he didn’t know what was happening to you, just that, at this very moment he just wanted to hug and comfort you, he carefully removed you from his embrace, too scared to harm you but yet he wanted to know what he did that triggered you so much

“You don’t have to tell me now, but just know I’m here, right here”

“I...I’m so sorry joon, I just, when you wrapped your arms around me, it just bought back a memory that I’d rather not remember” namjoon is smart, he knew instantly what you meant,

“Babe I had no idea, look at me, Your so strong, I love you so much”

You felt a sense of security around him, you hugged him and cried out all of your sorrows.

“I’ll protect you with everything I have”

Jin:

Life was never really fair to you, you’d gone through so much, that when you started to date jin, you thought your world had went from hardship and misery to something from a fairytale, you were so happy, but the moment the news broke, that your assaulter had been released from jail, and you seemed to have seen him in the streets today, still the same old disgusting man, good thing you were with your friends, because otherwise you don’t know how you would’ve overcome that panic attack, so when you were on edge, Jin came over to comfort you, he’d wrap his arms around your waist, and kiss the side of your head, but what he didn’t expect was for you to suddenly push him off, the look in your eyes when you turned around to look at him, looked more like a terrified child, you sank to the floor holding onto your knees, sobbing, screaming

“PLEASE DONT HURT ME” you screamed, Jin looked at you almost equally terrified, he walked closer to you, and softly called out for your name,

“Y/n?” The sound of his voice, broke your broken vision, you looked up to meet eyes with a extremely worried seokjin,

“Jin?” You called out

“Oh, Jin” you got up, and grabbed onto him for dear life, you hid your head into the crook of his neck, and cried,

“I’m soooo sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out on you like that”

Jin held onto you, so tight, as if to shield you from everything around you, he’d take you towards the couch and let you slowly open up and tell him about your past.

“Y/n don’t worry I’ll never let him touch you ever again, that will never happen, I’ll always be here to protect you”

Suga:

Suga knew you had a terrible fear for thunder, or to be exact any loud noises, he knew you couldn’t even go out to concerts because of how scared you got, you had always told him that it was because of an incident that happened to you when you were a child, you had told him very little, you didn’t want him to worry, but mostly you didn’t want to bring it back up, your memory had tried so hard to erase it, completely, but not fully enough, even if the memory erases it, the heart doesn’t, then the heart brings it back up, so when he found you crying with your phone in your hand, he was instantly worried, the feeling of being tired no longer longed in his system, he was wide awake, fully alert of your state,

“Y/n? What’s wrong, god your sweating like crazy”

You couldn’t hear him, the memory was too much, you were so young, how could anyone do that to someone so young, suga reaches his hand on your back, this sensation at this very moment sent you into a turmoil of fear, just pure fear, nothing more, you couldn’t sense it as sugas hand, but more like his hands, you instantly pushed it off, your face covered in fear and tears, you looked at suga, the image of him laced over sugas face, you cried, you cried and screamed for him to get away, suga gently grabbed your arms and tried to calm you down.

“Y/n calm down, it’s me, me, yoongi” he pointed at himself, everything breaking him, your eyes went from pure horror to pure shock,

“Yoongi?” You questioned, your eyes were now returning back to normal, you could no longer see him, you saw yoongi, a very worried one.

“Yoongi!” You repeated and hugged him, very tightly, wanting nothing more than just his embrace, he won’t try to pry information out of you, if you didn’t want to talk about it, he’d just hug you, but if you told him, he’d become extremely angry at who could do something like that to anyone, he’d hug you as if to protect you.

“How could someone do something like that to someone that young, I love you, and I’ll protect you from him at all costs”

Jhope:

When you started to date Hoseok, you told him everything, you opened up to him, and he opened up to you, he was one of the only people that you were able to open up to, and you hoped that telling him would make your trauma lessen and help you with your anxiety and control it, it did, Hoseok constantly made sure you were fine, and constantly asked if you were alright.

So when he came home to you, completely shaken up, he automatically asked if you were alright,

“Y/n, you okay? Your so pale” he went to touch your forehead to check if you were okay, but at The sight of his hands reaching up to your forehead, you pushed him away and started to scream, all you could do was watch the scene unfold in front of you, you were a child and he was a teenager, he knew exactly what he was doing, yet he said he had no idea that it was wrong, so he was only sentenced to 4 years of juvenile prison, yet when you got a call from him, years later, the memories, or the nightmares that you suppressed for so long, came back, he had threatened you for reporting him, and he whispered how he’d continue to harm you, Hoseok knew what was happening that you were having one of your episodes where you were thinking back to that day, he knew you so well that he got you out of that state instantly, all he had to do was hug you and stroke your back, slowly, but holding you tight,

“Oppa, I... what do I do?” You sniffed,

“What happened?” He asked still stroking your back.

“I...I.... he called me, he said how he’ll track me down and and... and “

“Shhhhhhh, don’t worry, I’ll be right here, he won’t be able to do anything to you, not unless I die, even then he won’t be able to do anything, nothing at all.”

He’d cradle you until you fell asleep, you’d feel extremely safe in his embrace.

Jimin:

Jimin would love you so much, he constantly loved hugging you, and you loved him hugging you, it felt very protective and it made you feel extremely safe, he knew when something was wrong instantly, he knew that you were extremely afraid of any sexual affection, he knew that whatever you were hiding, was hurting you and he didn’t want to bring it up to ask, and when the time was right he thought you’d tell him, but sometimes even kissing him was very hard, you couldn’t get yourself to do it, you knew he would never hurt you, you knew that you meant his whole world, but you just never got yourself to kiss him or even hug him, the moment you opened the door, to a delivery guy, you’d completely froze, jimin knew something was wrong when you didn’t say anything, and when the delivery man was being quiet, he’d walk out, dropping everything that he was doing,

“Jagi? Did the delivery arrive?” He walked into you just staring horrified into a guys soul while he just smiled, really creepily, jimin pushed you behind him, almost covering your vision, away from him, he’d give the delivery man money, and literally kick him out of the house, he’d instantly turn around to see you silently crying, he’d question what was wrong and just hug you,

“Shhh, don’t cry, please, what’s wrong?”

“Jimin, I...I’m so scared, please save me, I can’t see anything but his face” you’d shriek, he’d do anything, he’d hug you, he’d hug you tightly, and he’d lightly place a kiss on your lips,

“If this kiss can bring you back to me, then I’ll kiss you a thousand times” he’d pull away, to meet your eyes, he’d search for any answers that indicated why you were so scared, whether you tell him or not, that’s up to you, but if you do jimin will make sure to comfort you and whisper

“I’d never ever let him hurt you, from now on, I’m opening the door, and if I ever see him again, I’ll punch his face in”

V:

It was like this world was against you, you always said how you must’ve done something in your past life for all this crap to happen, you were sexually assaulted when you were young, your parents and family decided to just settle it with money, and that was the compensation for what he did, you didn’t hate your parents for it, you couldn’t blame them, the medical bill for your treatment was so large, it was practically ridiculous, so you understood, but when you were in one of your states, you didn’t understand, you were so angry at the people around you, you hadn’t seen your mother in ages, not only because of the choices she decided to make, but also you were in a whole different country, it wasn’t easy, although you said it was fine, you resented your father and mother for it a lot, you’d still had no idea where your perpetrator was he never sent to jail, he was out and about anywhere.

So when you were completely in that state again, for the 10th time this week, v came over to try to calm you down, he came over and rubbed up and down your arms, it wasn’t anything special, he just wanted to know why you were so angry,

“Get off of me, I don’t want to” you screamed, Tae looked at you confused

“What are you on about? I’m just trying to get you less heated, are you okay? Your sweating so much”

You looked at Tae, he, your perpetrator never worried about you you blinked at him, and you reached over to Just hug him, you wanted nothing more than just a hug from v, v, v, you thought in your head, Your were now sat on his lap, with your eyes closed, Just whispering v,

“Do you want to tell me what happened, or you don’t want to”

You’d tell him everything, and how much you were angry towards your mother.

“I’d never do that to you, I’ll always be here and I’m always here to help you and love you.”

Jungkook:

You never told jungkook about this, you never wanted him to find out, you thought he’d judge you or he’d look at you differently, you were a victim of child sexual assault, it was your “boyfriend” he was 2 years older than you, you had forgotten about it, when you woke up, you were at a hospital, you couldn’t remember anything, but maybe that was for your own good, but lately, you’d started to remember things again, it haunted you at night and it made you cry in the morning, the memories That we’re flooding back, scared you, it scared the living crap out of you, you kept trying to get information out of your parents, but they didn’t want to tell you anything, that if you really wanted to know, your memories should be the first thing that told you.

Jungkook didn’t like leaving you alone, you always had an irrational fear of being all alone, he’d always send someone over to check up on you, or he’d come over, so when he did come over to check on you and you didn’t answer the door within the first few knocks, he opened the door with the code that you had told him about, what he didn’t expect to find was you sitting in the middle of the living room, with broken plates and glass figures everywhere, he’d run straight to you and ask what happened,

“Y/n, what happened here? Did someone come by?”

You slowly turned to look at him, and you just cried, you explained to him how you remembered something from your childhood that you had forgotten for one reason, and he’d hug you, very tightly, because he didn’t want to let your emotions escape or let you slip past his grasp and start to fall apart again.

“I love you, i won’t let you go through this ever again, I’ll never let him touch you, nor look at you, just remember I’m here, by your side and I’ll protect you from anything that could harm you”

So, I hope that I didn’t trigger anyone, and I hope that you enjoyed this one, and love yourself, love myself.

Bye ^~^

[veronicaosoria]

mercy pt 4

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Length: 4.2k words

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it. 

Part One Part Two Part Three

Even in the end if you’re with me, I’m okay..

When people say sometimes time is all you need, they're most likely right. I always ignored those who told me countless of times that all I needed to be happy again was time. But although I wasn't quite healed yet, I felt myself getting there. It had been almost two months since that night. Two months since it took everything in me to snap, to let out all the anger and desperation I had bottled up inside me. I went home that night crying, completely destroyed and for days after that I fought against answering their calls and no matter how badly I wanted to crawl back, I used up the tiny bit of strength I had in me to just ignore. Even when one of them would show up knocking on my door, I would quietly sit on the other side waiting until they would eventually leave. To my surprise however, it was Yoongi who constantly called and the one who showed up at my house more than I expected. Since I had blocked his number he would leave a note on my door letting me know he dropped by which always seemed to make my heart flutter but regardless I decided to delete all my social media pages wiping my phone from more chances of possibly giving in.

Yes, it was nice to finally have the guts to do everything in my power to avoid the constant mixed signals and pain I was putting myself through, but to say I was happy was clearly a lie. I found myself sleeping too much or sleeping too little, eating more than usual or eating just enough to make it through the day, and crying endlessly or not shedding a single tear. My moods constantly shifted and I had no idea how to control it, and my body was just exhausted. I lost count of the number of days I’ve spent with my back against the wall trying to figure out where exactly things went wrong. If I had just done things differently I wouldn’t be sitting alone in my apartment everyday wondering of what could've been.

But then even if things still fell apart with Yoongi, why can't I let go?

Why can't he let go?

Is it because deep down inside we both know there's still something there? Something that's keeping both of us from doing what we should've done months ago, and it gets me thinking that maybe just maybe our time isn't quite done yet.

And I'm tired of fighting it..

“How much did you pack Y/N?” Namjoon groaned struggling to put my overfilled luggage in the trunk, “I swear you put rocks in here or something.”

“I just wanted to make sure I packed enough!” I shot back rolling my eyes at him, “and you haven't even told me where we're going yet so I had no idea on what to pack.”

“After all these years you never learned how to be patient,” he mumbled dramatically wiping away the non apparent sweat from his face, “It’s a surprise.”

I sighed and began marching away, “it's just my birthday Joon I told you I didn't want to do anything crazy.”

“You deserve this Y/N, you actually deserve a lot more.”

“I really don't..” I whispered to myself getting in the car.

Although my birthday was only a day away, I wasn't necessarily excited. I was at a weird place in my life where I wasn't exactly happy, so “big” things like my birthday didn't seem to phase me as much as I thought. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate Namjoon so much for taking me on some unknown adventure this weekend. But to say I was excited was a lie and it just sucks.

It sucks because I'm still at a point where I still blame myself for every bad thing that happened lately. Every choice that I made has led me to here- unhappy.

And I hate that I'm not happy. I hate that everyone else has the power to change my moods in an instant, and I hate the fact that I let myself get to the point where I cannot make myself happy.

And maybe that's where I fucked up.

“Earth to Y/N!” I heard Namjoon say as he playfully nudged me, “We’re here sleepyhead.”

I groaned ignoring him moving my body to the other side of the car. “Let me sleep a little more alright?”

As uncomfortable as the car was I was more tired to even care at this point. I shuffled my body trying to find a decent spot to relax my body in and continued to doze off, although I slept pretty much the whole car ride I was still really exhausted.

Right, that’s another thing. Even on the days where I spent my time doing literally nothing, I still felt like I worked an eight hour shift AND ran a marathon on top of it. Which honestly confused me, because I did the bare minimum lately.

“Don’t you at least want to see the how clear the water is?” Namjoon asked unbuckling my seat belt, “I don’t want you all down this weekend.”

I grunted finally opening my eyes, “YA I’m up, and by the way I am NOT acting down-”

And that’s when I saw where we were and to say that I was shocked was an understatement, because not only was I shocked, I was speechless. I was met with the sight of a two-story beach house that had balconies on every corner and windows covering every inch of the building, the house was painted a light blue almost camouflaging the sky and sitting behind it was what I consider the best place in the world- the beach.

“Ooh my gosh,” I whispered shutting the car door next to me. I glanced over at Namjoon who was grinning at me and I ran over to give him a hug. “This is amazing!”

“Do you know how bad I’ve been waiting to see that smile of yours?” He said leading the way to the front door, “I know how much you love the beach Y/N, that’s why I rented this house out.”

“What! You didn’t need to do that Joon even just a day at the beach would’ve been enough.” I hissed grabbing his arm, “Take it back!”

He chuckled rolling his eyes at me, “I can’t really pick the house up can I?”

I glared at him crossing my arms over my body and tapping my foot impatiently on the ground, he imitated me and soon enough we found ourselves in a unspoken staring contest.

“You never win at these Joon why are you even trying to battle me?” I confidently said with a smirk plastered on my face.

“Oh really?” He asked raising his brow at me, “We'll see about that.”

Long story short, I ended up losing the game I was so confident about and for the rest of the day Namjoon joked about it only to have me throw a childish fit leading him to “confess” he cheated. Although I knew he won fair and square, it made me really happy seeing how effortlessly he put others first even if it was something as simple as this.

Namjoon had something about him that made him so special. He had a natural way with words and seemed to always know the best things to say and it just makes me happy. It makes me happy because I knew how lucky I was that he was in my life and no matter how much I managed to make horrible decisions for myself, he still remained by side trying to put me back together. Now thinking back, I realized how much crap he put up with, and how often I’d take him for granted, and god it just kills me. It kills me because one day he can get up and decide he’s done being my friend, and I hate thinking that because I was absolutely terrified of losing him.

The sound of the waves crashing against the sand interrupted my thoughts and I was brought back to the view in front of me, the smell of wet sand and water instantly hit my face and the lack of people around me was soothing. If there was one thing I loved more than the beach, it definitely had to be an empty beach with my headphones plugged in. Namjoon was currently back at the house unpacking and I let him know I’d be out on a walk for no more than an hour in which he offered to tag along but then remembered how I preferred going on walks alone. I made a mental note to order some take out before I got back so he wouldn’t have to worry about dinner although I knew he’d scold me about how this supposed to be my birthday trip and I shouldn’t have. But why the hell not? How much has he done for me without a second thought? Namjoon was the person I looked up to for who knows how long, he was a selfless person with such a pure heart and I longed to be like him even though I knew I’d never be good enough. And to be honest, it’s about damn time I start appreciating him.

Before I knew it, it was the morning of my birthday. Which meant not only the weekend was coming to an end but also facing reality again came closer and closer. The trip however was amazing, Namjoon definitely did way more than he should’ve. Apart from renting out a beautiful house, he had our days planned out always making sure to leave time in between. We spent the day before staying in and watching cringey romantic movies all while stuffing our faces with more junk food than we should’ve, and even though he insisted on taking me out shopping at a nearby mall I kindly declined. However he made it clear that he had made dinner reservations to celebrate my birthday and that I had no excuse to refuse.

I grabbed my phone from the dresser checking the time and was surprised to see my phone had quite a bit of messages. My parents had each sent me a thoughtful birthday text letting me know they’ll give me a call later that day, I had a couple from my friends, and one from Yoongi.

My finger lingered over his name debating if I should open it or not then decided it would be best to ignore it for the time being. That however didn't last and I checked my phone around an hour later after I had finished getting washed up and ready for the day.

“Happy birthday babygirl.”

The feeling of my heart fluttering and sinking at the same time came over me and it took me quite a bit of time to process what I had just read. Those three simple yet taunting words repeated over and over again in my head. Exactly one year ago it would've been different, completely different and those three words would've had me over the moon.

But not today, because those three words had me anything but over the moon.

“Keep your eyes closed y/n.”

“Yoongi you know I don’t like surprises,” I mumbled reaching my hand out to find his arm, “And I hate being blindfolded.”

“Ahh now we both know that’s a lie sweetheart.” He chuckled and even though I couldn’t see his face I was almost certain he was smirking.

Mentally rolling my eyes I playfully shoved his shoulder, “You’re too much sometimes Yoongs.”

I felt the scarf around my eyes loosen and I was met with the sight of a table in the center of the rooftop covered in a white tablecloth and surrounded with newly lit candles. Two plates were neatly placed on both sides of the table along with silverware and wine glasses.

Y-Yoongi,” I gasped looking around in disbelief. I looked over at him and that’s when I noticed it.

Min Yoongi. He was standing inches away from me with his hands stuffed in his pockets glancing every now and then toward my direction.

Min Yoongi was all mine.

“Happy birthday babygirl.”

I let out a huge breath while stepping out of the car and Namjoon shut the car door behind me and we both walked up the stairs that led to the entrance of a rather fancy restaurant- too fancy for my liking. We made our way inside and while Namjoon began talking to the host about our dinner reservations, my mind began to wander off.

Although I knew Namjoon planned this trip for my birthday, it didn’t feel like it was only for that. Don’t get me wrong I appreciated everything he’s done for me and this did help me get my mind off of things. But I couldn’t help not look past the sympathetic looks Namjoon would shoot at me every now and then. Almost as if it was his mission to make sure I was having a good time, and to be honest it made me feel worse. It made me feel like I was fragile, like he was constantly walking on eggshells around me. It made me feel broken.

And I know it was far from his intention, and I know he’s only trying to help but I feel like I’m losing myself more and more each day. I’m scared if I don’t pull myself together soon, I’ll lose him too.

Just like I lost Yoongi.

And just like I lost Jimin.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.”

Park Jimin. He came into my life in the most unexpected way and damn sure made an impact on me. He was there during the lowest point of my life and he along with Namjoon comforted me through it all. Jimin was there when I needed him, and in return I took him for granted and shut him out. I checked my phone here and there hoping to see if maybe he had sent me text or gave me a call but neither of those came and I knew deep down I didn’t deserve either.

“Your server will be right with you.” The host cheerily said as we nodded and sat down. I threw my phone back in my purse a little harder than I meant too making Namjoon raise a brow at me, “you okay?”

Flustered I awkwardly laughed, “Yeah I’m fine.”

I looked away quickly and averted my eyes to the menu avoiding any further questions he was going to ask, “So anything catching your eye?” I ask referring to the menu, “I’m thinking of getting the chef’s special.”

“Oh really?” He questioned with a slight smile on his face, “The tomato and mushroom Mac and cheese?”

I felt my face burn up and my stomach grew queasy. Crap he’s on to me.

I didn’t even bother to check what exactly was the chef’s special and knowing my luck the main ingredient had to be something I was deathly allergic to- mushrooms. I knew at this point he was taunting me and knowing him he was planning on dragging this on until I gave up. I knew eventually he was going to ask what’s been on my mind, and I couldn’t fool him.

“E-Er right,” I mumbled barely audible turning the menu over. “Now thinking about it I might go for something else instead.”

“I heard the gourmet mushroom risotto was fantastic here,” He began, “Oh and the mushroom Florentine pasta-“

“Actually I’m not feeling anything with mushroom tonight, maybe I’ll go for something else.” I interrupted rolling my eyes.

Here we go.

“Yeah I figured you weren’t considering you can’t have mushrooms.” He teased without taking his eyes off the menu. I awkwardly laughed and was hoping he would drop it then and there but obviously he wasn’t gonna give up.

“You going to tell me what’s wrong?”

I let out a deep breath, “Nothi-“

“Please don’t say nothing”

Instead of finding the words to say I remained quiet and found myself chewing on my fingernails. The feeling of dread came over me and for the millionth time today I felt a sudden urge to disappear. I felt like the world was slowly closing in on me and all I could do was sit here and watch, and as much as I wanted to easily spill my heart out to him, I simply found it difficult to do so.

And I don’t know if it was the look on my face or the little I spoke, but Namjoon gave me a tight squeeze on my hand and didn’t ask anything more.

To my surprise dinner went on better than I expected, the conversation went on a brighter note and I was at ease again. The night was coming to an end and we both decided to head back to the house, I mentioned I wanted to go on a walk and Namjoon insisted on coming with me. It was the last night here and I wasn’t sure when I’d come back to the beach again so I wanted to take one last walk. We pulled into the driveway and once we were parked I walked up the to the front door to unlock it but just as I was about to put the keys in a bouquet of purple and coral tulips caught my attention.

“Ya you didn’t have too!” I squeaked putting the flowers up to my nose to smell them, “Thank you Joon.” I cheerily unlocked the front door and made my way straight to the kitchen to put them in a vase of water.

“Woah woah wait Y/N I didn’t get you those,” Namjoon muttered with a confused look on his face, “although I should’ve” I gave him a puzzled look almost as if I didn’t believe him but the bewildered look on his face proved otherwise.

“Then who was i-” I questioned putting my finger up to my chin. Namjoon swiftly walked up next to me putting his hand over my shoulder pulling out a card resting on the side of a flower and without saying a word he placed it in my hands.

“Happy birthday my Y/N- From J”

Jimin.

Later that night I found myself in a better mood, the stars seemed to shine brighter and the waves hitting the shore sounded more peaceful than I imagined. As we walked along the water, both Namjoon and I remained quiet. But it was a good kind of silence. The kind where neither of us needed to say anything because in that moment we knew that silence was comfortable, and to me that’s all I needed.

“Thank you Joon,” I spoke up looking over at him, “for everything.”

“Ahh we both know you shouldn’t have to thank me.”

“I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you.” I whispered with a slight frown on my face and I felt his body tense up next to me, “You’ve done a lot for me.”

He stayed quiet and I began to worry. I furrowed my brows, “Joon?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay? Did I do something wrong?” I blurted out. His eyes widened and he stopped walking, “No no of course not.” He assured pulling me in closer to him.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Again he was at lost for words and the longer he stayed silent the more my mind began to panic. “Namjoon..”

“I got a job offer,” His sudden words startled me and I pulled away from him giving him a weak shove. “YA you scared me,” I scolded, “Congratulations Joon, what kind of offer?”

“It’s producing contract.. High pay and I call the shots. Basically everything I can ask for. It was hard to say no.”

“Oh my goodness!” I shrieked, “Holy crap Nams you deserved this! Oh gosh we need to celebrate, why didn’t you tell me sooner-”

“It’s an amazing opportunity,” he muttered avoiding my eyes, “Just that.. It’s in Los Angeles.”

Oh.

Los Angeles as in thousands of miles away.

“That’s amazing Namjoon, I know you’ll do amazing things out there.” I felt a lump in the back of my throat and tears began to form.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I leave as soon as we get home.”

And with those words I crashed my body into his arms and held him tightly refusing to let go. My body grew weak and all I could think about in that moment were the endless memories we shared. From meeting in the school playground when we were seven years old, to riding our bikes through our old neighborhood, and to the greatest moment in our lives- our high school graduation. Growing up we never left each other's side and he vowed to always protect me no matter what. Although I knew he’d never break his promise, it felt horrible. He was my rock after all.

“You’re all I have left.” I choked out trying to control my never ending sobbing but it was no use once I heard the heartbreaking sobs coming from my best friend.

And in that moment all I wanted to do was disappear.

Fall soon came and the weather had turned chilly, I lit the candle in the center of my coffee table and threw my jacket over my sofa. I had gotten home from another draining day at work and was longing for a night of relaxing and catching up on TV shows I’ve missed. It had been a little over three weeks since Namjoon left and I was doing my best to get through his absence, although we always texted each other it was tough to know that I couldn’t be able to call him up to hang out. I knew deep down he felt guilty for leaving, but I constantly told him that I would never stop him from chasing his dreams. I assured him that I would visit him soon and that he didn’t have to worry too much about me, but we both knew he would anyway. Dropping him off at the airport was the hardest part though, because I found myself one step closer to begging him to stay and knowing his heart he would’ve. But I knew I couldn’t do that. Kim Namjoon was out living his dream and I couldn’t be more than proud of him.

It was around 11pm and I had just turned off the TV deciding to call it a night when I heard a knock on my door. I bit my lip and wondered if it was my neighbors coming over to complain about the TV being too loud- they were sensitive when it came to that so I wouldn’t be surprised. However much to my surprise it wasn’t any of the neighbors I was familiar with, it instead was someone who I least expected. He looked like he had barely slept and eyes bloodshot red, overall he was a complete mess.

“Y/N..”

Yoongi.

“Can you believe it’s been six months of being together?” I cheered giving him a small peck on the cheek. Yoongi smiled and returned the peck except this time on my lips.

“Imagine us in 20 years..” He trailed off, “Married, with kids, happy.”

“I want three kids babe, nothing more, nothing less.” I giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“I told you so many times y/n I want us to have 10 kids at least.”

“Oh no no no Yoongs no way!” I shrieked furiously shaking my head at him.

“I know one thing’s for sure..” He said cupping my face in his hands, “Hm and what is that?” I questioned.

“That I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Yoongi.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked trying to not to show any sign of emotion. I crossed my arms and patiently waited for his response, whatever the hell it was.

“Y/N.. I-I can’t eat, can’t sleep,” He stuttered running his hands through his pitch black hair, “holy fuck y/n I don’t know what the hell I did.”

“What do you mean?” I softly asked wondering what in the world possessed him to show up at my doorstep in this state.

“I thought I knew what I was doing y/n.. I thought that leaving you was the best choice. I fucked up… so bad. And I know I don’t deserve to even have you standing here listening to me but..” He grabbed my hands and held them tightly, “But I need you back.”

And I know I should’ve felt anger against him, I know I should’ve slammed the door in his face right then and there. But I didn’t.

“If you let me in I swear everything will be different this time.” I looked up at him and his face showed pure desperation and regret and I began to feel bad for him. Maybe because I’ve always known he didn’t want to hurt me as bad as he did, and when he saw how much he broke me it might’ve broke him too.

And in that moment I don’t know what came over me.

“Okay.”

And I let him in.

authors note: ahhhhh omg! Guys I am so incredibly sorry for disappearing for months, to be quite honest I needed a break and I was dealing with my own issues and it’s been difficult but I’m doing a lot better now. I hope you guys can understand :/ As of now I am back! I would also like to give a huge thank you to @jimin-of-bts for being there for me and giving me amazing and kind words during my break, thank you so much<3 

Part five of Mercy will be posted sometime next week due to exams and the never ending homework my professors love to give me :(

And also I hope you guys like it! :) 

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blue desert. (kim namjoon)

(gif cr @ficjeonal)

you broke up with namjoon 4 months ago, so when he comes back home for the first time after stressful album promotions and finds you sleeping on the couch in his flat, he is way more than surprised

word count: 2.6k

genre: angst/fluff

“[Y/N]-” he desperately tried to pull you away from the wardrobe, but you stubbornly kept on resisting him and throwing your clothes into an open suitcase, which was on the floor next to your feet.

He placed his hands on your waist and tried to hug you from behind. At first he managed to do so and kissed the back of your neck with affection, trying to show you how sorry he actually was. He didn’t want you to leave, even though he knew he had hurt you badly.

“Let me go.” you murmured, grabbing his hands and pushing him away with difficulty. You didn’t bother to at least look at him. You had enough.

He stood there for a while, watching your back in silence and trying to figure out what to do next. He wasn’t the type to cry and beg, so you didn’t even expect that kind of thing coming from him. Telling the truth, you expected nothing. Maybe you were acting like a child, but at that time you didn’t give a shit about anyone judging you. You were quite tough and capable of enduring a lot of hardships in order to make people you loved happy, but you had your limits as well.

And that thing you couldn’t talk about. It was the main reason for you to act this way. But you were unable to do anything about it.

“Are you really going to leave me alone?” Namjoon finally asked, his voice shaky and tense and the same time.

“Alone? What are you talking about?” you turned around do face him “You have your precious job, your friends in the band and in the studio, your colleagues at the company! And I have no one, including you! We have been together for 3 years now and you still cannot see that sometimes I get lonely just like you, as you say, do? You only bitch about your work when we, let me remind you, rarely have time to do something together. I know you are tired, for fuck’s sake. That’s why I am waiting for you every night to comfort you, but guess what? You are never here! Recently you even forgot about our third anniversary, our date, even my birthday, which was 3 days ago by the way. Thanks for the wishes.” you whispered the last word with pain, although you meant to be rude and sarcastic while verbalising them.

You tried to show him how frustrated you were, but no matter how hard you attempted to, your face was always almost motionless. You were fighting with an internal urge to cry so much that you didn’t notice your clenched fists and nails, which were digging in your skin painfully.

“I thought you knew what were you signing up for when you agreed to date me.”

“I thought so to.” you squatted down to close your suitcase “As you can see, I was wrong, so lets say that I am the bad one, okay? You can hate me if you want.”

“Don’t say that.” he begged, falling on his knees next to you to properly face you.

“Why?”

“Because it sounds like you already hate me. I don’t want you to.” he unzipped your suitcase “Let’s unpack your thing and have a proper talk, okay?”

“A proper talk? Do you hear yourself? It’s far to late for that.”

“Jesus, [Y/N]. Please, stop acting like a spoiled brat.” he tried to hug you, but you pushed him away instantly.

“Namjoon, stop it!” you suddenly cried out and hid your face in you hands.

He was frozen and taken aback. Blank expression on his face showed that his emotions were mixed up and he couldn’t manage to fully understand the whole situation.

“Okay.” he mumbled it more like he was talking to himself “Do what you want. Since we are over, anything related to you is not my businesses anymore.” he stood up and left the room without looking at you.

You sniffed several times and took a lot of deep breaths. You finished packing and put on a hoodie with Chicago Bulls logo, which was bought and given to you by Namjoon.

The truth was you never wanted to leave him, to hurt him like that. You looked at your feet and felt hot tears streaming down your face like your own, personal downpour. When they reached your mouth, you could feel a taste of salt.

When you left the apartment, you also tasted a bit of sadness. And lots, lots and once more – lots of regret.

“My, my.” apartment building’s security guard looked at Namjoon, kinda shocked “Look who came back. How long has it been since the last time I saw you, sir?”

“4 months maybe? I don’t really know.” Joon answered shortly, leaning his elbows on the lobby counter.

He got 3 free days before the start of the tour, so he decided to spend them on sleeping anywhere in his apartment, and at that time he was really going to spend these three days alone. Before the split up he was always assured, that you were here, waiting for him to come back, take a hot bath with him and cuddle all night long. Now he wasn’t even sure if he had any instant ramen in his apartment. He wasn’t happy about that, but he could do nothing, especially when he couldn’t reach you on the phone no matter how hard he tried and didn’t even know where you had moved to.

Restraining himself from yawning was getting more and more tough, so he covered his mouth for a few seconds. He did not look good and he was well aware of that. His complexion got paler, so dark circles under his eyes could be easily seen without any make up he usually got put on on the shows. His hair was messy and dry. It was like his looks were trying to acclimate to his thoughts.

“Can you give me my key card?” Namjoon asked the guard with a faked smile.

“Why should I? You girlfriend has already taken it. You should go and greet her.”

“What are you-” he blinked his eyes a lot of times in shock “When did she-”

“Two days ago?” the guard rolled his eyes “What are you still doing here? Go! She must have missed you so much and yet you are still here like a fool.” he snorted and pointed his hand at the elevator.

Namjoon was taken aback. He walked to the elevator silently, feeling the urge to run, but yet he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Disbelief occupied his body and made him almost unable to move, even an inch, but, somehow, he was still moving forward. When he made it to the elevator and picked the right button with the floor number, he started to get impatient and a little scared.

He knew that the guard had seen you a lot of times, so he couldn’t be wrong. But, on the other hand, why would you come back? Namjoon believed that you hated him from the bottom of your heart and wanted to erase him from your life at all costs. What’s with the sudden change? He didn’t know.

He stepped out of the elevator on the last floor and felt a lump in his throat. It was really hard for him, yet he told himself to be brave. Maybe the guard was wrong?

You shouldn’t get you hopes up, Namjoon. - he thought and pressed on the door-handle. It was open.

“Seokjin? Why are you calling me using private number?” you asked, your eyes shut.

A strong headache had been bothering for 2 hours by the time he called, so your voice was weak and plain.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern.

“No, I am not. What do you want? If it’s nothing important, I’m hanging up-”

“Who is this bitch on the other side and what did she do with [Y/N]? - he snapped with anger in his voice.”

“Seriously Jin, are you going to just insult me? That’s why you are calling? I agreed with Namjoon that I am the one at fault, so please, leave me alone.”

“No.” he answered right away “We are coming back to Seul in one week. You better be in your mutual apartment waiting for him.”

“Why should I?”

“You know what? I don’t know why. I’m still at phase of wondering why would you even leave him in the first place. You love him like crazy, so does he. What’s wrong with you two?”

“I am hanging up-”

“He hasn’t slept for 3 days. He barely has some strength left to even stand on the stage. Yet he does his best. He waits for your call every day, he waits for a message. You have always encouraged him with those cute text messages and now he doesn’t get any. That upsets him, you know?”

You heart sank and started to ache. You sat up, ignoring the pulsating pain in your head. You wanted to cry and tell Jin everything, but on the other hand you knew that you couldn’t, not then. What was the right thing to do? You were a total and complete mess.

You decided to swallow the urge to reveal everything.

“We broke up, Jin. He shouldn’t expect me to still send them.”

“You stopped loving him? Be honest [Y/N], for fuck’s sake. You know that I don’t accept any lies.”

Silence appeared. No one was saying a single word. Short breaths could be heard on the other side and you knew, that Seokjin was waiting for you to answer.

The wall you had been building for a while collapsed in seconds. You started to cry and lay down on the couch again, trying not to become hysterical.

“I’m sick. I’m messed up, I’m destined to die. I’m terminally ill, Seokjin.”

You woke up, feeling someone’s hand on your forehead.

“Oh my, [Y/N]. You are burning up.” Namjoon ran to the bathroom and brought you a towel soaked with cold water.

You sat up, but he ordered you to lie down again. He pressed the towel on you forehead gently and held your hand.

“Why are you sleeping here?”

“You mean on the couch or in your apartment?”

“I don’t mind you being here in general, it’s our apartment, it will always be ours, not only mine. But I mind you sleeping on the couch. It’s uncomfortable and you might catch a cold. I think you already had, and it’s a pretty harsh one. You fever is awful. We should go to the hospital babygirl.”

“Why are you still like this?” you asked him numbly “Pretending to love me and care about me after I hurt your feelings.”

“Because I love you enduringly and unconditionally.”

“That’s foolish.” you snorted and removed the towel from your forehead “It won’t help, stop.”

Namjoon was really concerned with your state, so he looked at you with anger in his eyes.

“You won’t even let me love you now? If you don’t want to see me this much, why bother coming here and making me feel like I’m important again?”

Somehow, you felt strange. Pain in your head was slowly getting worse, but that was not the point. The truth was, you wanted to hug him and never let go, you wanted to reassure him that he was the most important thing in the world for you. That, even though he couldn’t be with you all the time, he was always in your heart and that wasn’t the reason of you leaving him.

“Namjoon, let me-”

“And I even thought about leaving my company for you! Yes, I am foolish! I am!” he shouted, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes “And I’ll be cruel, just as you were! I don’t care why you came back, I don’t care what was the case! I want to get over you, so make sure you fever will have been cured by tomorrow morning and leave then, please. I am going to sleep.” he left you alone and locked himself up in the bedroom.

You tried to stop him, but you were afraid. You had your medicines in the bedroom, your clothes and personal thing as well. You made everything just as you had never left. And you felt that the worst pain was coming. So you locked yourself up in the bathroom, sitting on the floor an waiting for it to strike.

At the same time Namjoon found a thick, grey envelope you have left on the bed. At first he threw it on the ground without opening it and hid himself under a blanket, trying to fall asleep, but after 20 minutes he decided to pick it up and check it’s content.

The first thing that caught his eye were medical records. A lot of medical records.

Brain tumor. Cancer. Terminal. Chemo.

He read it over and over, laughing and trying not to cry. He found a short letter inside saying “I am sorry. Didn’t know how to say it, didn’t want to burden you. Hope you are not angry. Please, let’s make up. That’s selfish of me, but take me in again, okay? If I die, you can forget about me without feeling guilty about it. But please, forgive me for now. Please. I love you.”

After reading it he realised that the apartment was way too quiet. He stormed out of the room.

“[Y/N]! Where are you?”

You were in the bathroom, curled up on the floor with hands on your temples, crying in pain without a single sound.

“[Y/N], are you in the bathroom? Babygirl!” he tried to open the door, but it was closed “Babygirl, can you stand? Are you in pain?” he was crying like a child, trying to open the door “Can you hear me? Please, let me in. Please, [Y/N]!”

He pushed it with his body, trying to break it down.

“-am… - kay.” you managed to squeak in pain.

But he still kept on pushing. After a while it finally broke. He turned the light on, but when he heard you almost screaming in pain because of the sudden light, he turned it off wit guilty expression. He fell on his knees and pulled you closer to his body, hugging you gently. He brushed your hair with his fingers and kissed the top of your head. He cried with you, his body shaking just as much as yours. The air smelled like tears and fear.

“Shhh, I am here.” he said “You are not alone anymore, you have me.”

“Namjoon.” you held the fabric of his t-shirt, your muscles weak and sore “I love y-you.”

“Love you too.” he looked at you tiny, thin body and realised how much weight you had lost “It must hurt really bad, right? We will manage to endure it, okay? You and me. You will be healthy, I swear it to you blind.”

“I am so, so sorry Namjoon.” you felt a bit better, but still dizzy.

“No need to be.” he wiped off the tears from your face with his thumbs “Trust me, ‘kay?

His eyes were filled with love and care. You couldn’t stop staring at them, because when you did it felt like the pain wasn’t that bad. And you loved that feeling. It was like being reborn as a completely new person.

Maybe that’s what they really call love?

You decided to believe that and kissed Namjoon’s lips without hesitation. He held your cheeks and smiled, kissing your lips after that repeatedly. He loved you, that’s for sure. At least you wanted to selfishly believe that and never leave his side again. You wanted to believe that his love was really unconditional. Because you needed him.

And he needed you.