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borathae · 3 years ago

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↳ Index [Chapter 17 - Bath]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: talks of wounds, casual nudity, sharing a bath, Taehyung being a very worried boyfriend, he is a lil sulky and mysterious too, but overall he is so sweet :(

Wordcount: 7.5k

a/n: at this point, i am in love

Taehyung doesn’t raise his head. You know that he must have heard you come in and yet he doesn’t raise his head. It shouldn’t hurt that much, but it does. But then, he is still in the belief that you don’t want to talk to him. Perhaps he is simply trying to respect your wishes. Shouldering your bag, you make your way over to him.

"You were right."

Taehyung finally raises his head. His eyes travel over your face, stopping on the cut on your cheek for a moment before they flit to your eyes. His brows furrow as he takes in your bruised eye.

"I hear that quite a lot, you must be more specific", he says dryly and looks back into the book he was reading.

It seems that he is still a little pissy. Understandable, you were terribly rude (and unfair) to him last time you spoke. You sit down next to him.

"About the ring-"

Taehyung scoffs and flips the pages.

"-and that it has magical powers. I should have believed you and yet I didn’t."

"And yet you didn’t", Taehyung sends you an icy glare. He looks away a moment later, continuing to read.

You stay next to him, watching him with nervous eyes. You know that he can feel your stare because after a moment he lets out an exasperated sigh and closes the book.

"What changed your mind?" he asks.

"Uhm so about that", you start fumbling with your sweater sleeves nervously, "I may have ran into Jimin and at first he tried to mind control me but then when it didn’t work and he saw the ring on my finger, he ripped it off of me and", you lower your eyes, "he made me dance with him", you whisper.

"So Jimin took your ring?" he asks, quirking up an eyebrow.

"Yes, he did."

Taehyung looks back into his book.

"I see. I apologize for my friend's behaviour, I will ask him to return the ring once I see him again", he murmurs, flipping the page slowly.

You furrow your brows in confusion. Well, that was not the reaction you had expected. He seems so uninterested in what you have to say. He hasn't even asked you about the wound on your cheek or your bruised eye. Not that he needs to, but it is still weird, given how worried for your safety he was last week. One must think that a wound like yours would worry him like crazy.

"Hey, Tae uhm, are you still mad at me?" you ask quietly.

"Mad at you?" Taehyung asks, flipping the page, "why should I be mad at you?"

"I don't know", you shrug your shoulders, "maybe for the way I treated you at the ball?"

Taehyung licks his finger, flips the page and takes a deep breath.

"Good evening!!!" Professor Bumblesbee storms into the room, letting out a dramatic screech as he does.

Taehyung looks up from his book.

"The lesson has started", he states dryly and gets up to leave you at the back of the class.

You are left staring for a good five seconds. So he is actually mad at you. Oh dear lord, this shouldn’t affect you that much but it does. With your head hanging low, you make your way to the front of the class. You want to sit down next to Taehyung, only to realise that he had chosen a spot between two people. Your eyes meet for the briefest of moments before he looks away, outlining the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he does.

You can’t concentrate on the rest of the lesson. Not with your mind going crazy over the fact that Taehyung was mad with you. Which on the other hand made you feel like the biggest hypocrite in human history. Just last week, you were terribly mad at him. And now here you are, going crazy when he reciprocates said feelings. Oh what a hypocrite you are. And a stubborn one on top of that because as the lesson finally ends and Professor Bumblesbee lets out his final yell before he storms out of the room, you are already by Taehyung's side.

He is by the coat hangers, putting on his fur coat. This time around he lets you know that he had heard you by looking over his shoulder for a moment.

"Is there a possibility that we could talk?" you ask.

Taehyung closes his buttons and sighs afterwards. He straightens up and turns around with his head held high.

"And why should I be so kind to offer you some of my time, when just last week you refused to offer me some of yours?"

So he knows that you are a hypocrite. Wonderful. It doesn’t make your cheeks feel like two glowing coals at all. No, of course not.

"Because I can be a real cunt sometimes and for that I'm sorry", you lower your head, "I should have believed you, so I'm sorry."

Taehyung stays silent for a moment, studying your face with his jaw clenched. He fixes the collar of his coat and stores the book in his shoulder bag.

"Shall we walk to my car together?" he finally says and you could have sworn that your heart did an actual somersault.

"Yes!" you clear your throat, "I mean, sure. We could do that."

You keep your distance, so does Taehyung. And even though it feels terribly weird, it does feel nicer than walking on those hallways all alone. Progress is mostly made through small steps and this right here is a small step. You can feel it in your gut.

"So uhm, did you leave the ball after we talked?" you ask into the silence.

"I did, I wasn’t really in the cue to celebrate so I left for home and listened to Puccini whilst painting."

"Oh, but that sounds like fun. What did you paint?"

Taehyung sneaks a glance your way, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"It was an experiment", he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, "it went terribly wrong. The colours did not match at all and I ended up burning it."

You chuckle.

"Well that sounds dramatic", you chuckle again, "sorry I'm not laughing at you, but I just imagined you smashing a canvas while Nessun Dorma plays in the background."

Taehyung tilts his head to the side in agreement. He can’t stop himself from chuckling as well.

"It wasn’t quite that dramatic", he says bashfully.

"Was it even Turandot that you listened to?" you ask, smiling.

It was small talk and probably terribly boring for other people, but you really missed those kinds of conversations with Taehyung. Again, small steps.

"As a matter of fact, it wasn’t. I decided to listen to La Bohème instead."

"Ah, that's a good one too."

Taehyung looks your way, lips curled up into a tiny smile. You reciprocate it, cheeks heating up. Another tiny step on your road of progress.

You and him have reached the exit. Taehyung opens the door, waiting for you to leave the building before he lets it fall closed behind your backs. He joins you by the stairs, a little closer than he was before.

You inhale loudly, sighing afterwards.

"Ah, petrichor. One of my favourite smells."

Taehyung inhales as well.

"Indeed, it is quite the lovely smell", he agrees.

The gravel crunches as you and him make your way over it. The trees make little melodies every time the fallen raindrops finally lose their fight with gravity and roll off the brown leaves.

"What's your favourite smell?" you ask, looking at Taehyung's face.

"Most definitely blood", he states dryly.

"Oh, uhm", you laugh nervously, "well, I didn’t expect this answer."

Taehyung locks eyes with you and starts grinning.

"I was just having my merry laugh with you", he says and snickers.

"Oooh", you gasp, eyes widened and cheeks burning, "I knew that of course."

"Of course you did", Taehyung grins, reaching out to nudge your arm playfully.

"Hey, stop teasing me", you whine, nudging him back.

Taehyung chuckles deeply. The distance between you and him ceases to exist as fate draws you closer. Your arms rub together. Your eyes meet in a shy gaze. You place your hand on his arm. Taehyung blinks quickly before his gaze softens. You smile goofily and squeeze his arm.

"So what is your actual favourite smell?" you ask, looking back out at the illuminated night.

"A crisp winter morning when snow has freshly fallen and the air is so cold that you can see your every word spoken."

"Mhm", you hum in content, closing your eyes for a moment to imagine such a day.

You can see it clearly. The grey sky melting together with the white landscape. Not knowing where one hill begins and the other ends as the whitest of snows covers them. Oxygen so fresh you can practically taste it on your tongue and silence so intense one can even hear the pitter patter of winter birds on the snow.

"That's one of my favourite smells as well", you murmur, opening your eyes to the orange world of autumn trees and street lamps.

You give his arm a gentle squeeze, resting your cheek against it afterwards. The fur had taken on the cold of the air, but deep down the warmth of his body still manages to seep through. It is a welcome contrast, one which you had so dearly missed.

“Taehyung?” you ask quietly.

“Yes?” he answers you, eyes following a leaf as it dances its way to the ground.

“I’m sorry again for being so angry at you. I should have given you a chance to explain yourself.”

“Ah that”, he sneaks a glance your way, “it is alright, I forgive you.”

“Yeah?” your eyes light up, “really?”

“Yes, really”, he says and sends you a smile.

“Oh, god I am literally so relieved right now”, you say and sigh contently.

“Me too”, he wiggles his arm free so he can drape it around your shoulders, “I was in the belief that you never want to talk to me again”, he confesses, pulling you closer.

“No I don’t think I would have gone through with it”, you caress his chest, “I like you too much for that.”

Taehyung's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, he blinks rapidly, swallowing just as quickly. He laughs breathlessly and clears his throat, shaking his head as he does.

“Oh, wow ___ that is-“, he reaches out to caress your cheek, “I like you too”, he whispers so quietly, one could think he was sharing a secret with you.

The night became just that much sweeter with your secret in the open. You like him and he likes you. And it feels really nice. Giggling, you hug him closer.

"So how long did you stay at the ball after our conversation?" Taehyung asks, just as you entered the parking garage.

"Maybe another hour or so? I would have stayed longer, but uhm…" you drift off into your memories.

A cold room, gloved hands on your shoulders, acidic smells in your nose. Jungkook all chained up, your elbow aching like hell. Metal scraping on paper.

"___?" Taehyung shakes you back to reality.

You focus on his face. His eyes are glowing slightly in the dim lights. He reaches out and brushes his thumb over the wound on your cheek.

"What happened after I left?" he asks in a whisper.

You lean into his touch, holding onto his hand.

"It's nothing", you whisper, closing your eyes.

"It is not nothing", he says sternly, tilting your head up, "who cut your cheek? Or bruised your eye? Was it Jimin?"

You shake your head.

"No I-", you swallow, "-don’t know who it was."

Taehyung furrows his brows.

"I'm afraid I don’t quite follow."

"Someone took me to, to a cellar or something and then they, oh god", you swallow, "Tae they hurt me and, and Jungkook too."

"What are you saying? Angel, are you saying that someone abducted you? And Jungkook?"

"Yes", you choke out, nodding your head, "they wore masks, so I couldn’t see their faces. And, and they, they controlled my mind so that, that means that they are l-like you. Vampires. I was so scared Taehyung."

"Angel…." Taehyung whispers, stumbling in shock, "how, how. What? How? Who saved you?" he stutters.

"A shadow, I don’t know, I didn’t see their face", you draw closer, clasping his coat, "Tae they gave me something that made me sleep."

Taehyung is panting, hand thrown over his mouth and eyes glassy.

"I can barely handle the guilt. Darling, oh angel", he sniffles, "I, I should have stayed by your side. Angel, can you forgive me?"

"It's not your fault", you say, closing your eyes when Taehyung cups your cheek and rests his forehead against yours, "all that matters now is that you’re here now", you say, running your fingers through his fur coat, "I feel so much safer already", you add in a whisper.

"Angel", Taehyung's voice is filled with regret and tears, "oh, darling. I don’t even want to imagine what they would have done with you if you hadn’t been saved."

"Me neither", you choke out, shivering in fear.

Taehyung wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest.

"Do not shiver anymore, I will protect you from now on. I will make sure nothing will ever happen to you again."

The way his voice resonates in his chest is soothing beyond anything else. Your elbow doesn’t hurt anymore for the first time in days and your bones feel something different than iciness. You are starting to feel warm again.

"Thank you", you whisper, squeezing him close. He smells so good. Like staying home during a thunderstorm.

"Darling, allow me to stay by your side tonight. The fear that something might happen to you again would eat me up alive."

"Yes, please stay", you whisper, melting closer.

"Shall I take you to my home?"

"Your home?" you look up in confusion, "didn’t you say that your friends are dangerous?"

"Not like this, no not like this. Whoever those bloodsuckers were, those weren’t my friends. I know them."

"But you told me to stay away from them if I wanted to stay alive."

"I said such a thing?" he sounds genuinely surprised, "oh angel, I must have been short of my marbles as I said it. They may disagree with me seeing a human, but they wouldn’t hurt you."

"Really?"

"Yes, they respect me far too much and they also know that I would kill them if they ever dared to hurt my darling", he says, caressing your cheek.

"Really?" you ask, cheeks heating up.

"Yes", he says and smiles reassuringly, “I’d fight the whole world to keep you safe.”

"And you think that your home is safer?"

"I am quite certain. They can protect you and they would if I asked them to", he assures you.

"Then-", you swallow, "-take me there please."

Yoongi is on his way out when you arrive by the estate, almost colliding with Taehyung.

"Can’t you watch where you’re going?" Yoongi spits, sending the taller man an annoyed glare.

"I apologize I almost didn’t see you little man", Taehyung throws back, towering over him by quite a lot.

Yoongi scoffs and pulls his jacket collar up. That's when his eyes land on you.

"You?" he sounds honestly surprised.

"Me. Good evening to you too", you say, forcing a smile to your face.

Yoongi looks at Taehyung.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"You know why, stop asking stupid questions."

"I could say the same."

Yoongi sneaks a glance your way.

"Whatever. I'm out, getting food."

"Have fun, don’t eat too much, you'll only get a stomach ache."

Yoongi scoffs again, pumping his shoulder with Taehyung on his way out. He turns around in the doorway, eyes landing on you.

"Stupid girl, trusting strangers like that", he says, throwing the door closed behind him afterwards.

"W-what?"

Why do those words sound so familiar to your ears? Where have you heard them before?

"Shall we go to my wing?" Taehyung pulls you back to reality with his warm hand on your lower back.

You blink to get rid of the weird feeling in your stomach and look at Taehyung.

"Sure, uhm yeah. Sure."

You and him ascend the stairs in silence. The only sounds are your footsteps and the crinkling of Taehyung's shirt. His feet are silent, of course they are. He keeps his hand on your lower back the entire time, it soothes you beyond anything else.

"Yoongi is weird. I got really strange vibes from him right now", you say into the silence.

"He is just hungry. He gets especially moody when he is famished", Taehyung assures you, caressing your back.

"Is he going to kill people now?"

"No", Taehyung shakes his head, "Min Yoongi doesn’t feed on people."

"Well, what else?"

"Animals", Taehyung clicks his tongue, "poor little fellows."

“Ah, I see”, you pout, “that’s a little sad.”

“Worry not, it is better that way.”

Somewhere downstairs you could hear a faint clinking sound. As if someone had dropped a metal rot on the floor. You cuddle closer to Taehyung instinctively, grasping his shirt.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, worry not angel."

"Tae, are you sure that your home is safer than mine?" you whisper, looking up at him with big eyes.

"Yes, I am", he assures you, opening his coat for you.

You cuddle into his side, hiding in his fur coat and stealing some of his warmth.

"There, like this nothing can hurt you", he promises you, eliciting a shy giggle from you.

"Thank you, I feel so safe with you."

"Oh angel…" his voice drifts off afterwards, the silence returns.

Your footsteps, the rustling of his shirt, his steady breathing. It is all here, keeping you grounded and making you feel less scared.

"I really do, you know?" you whisper, hugging his waist.

"I'm glad you do", he whispers back, squeezing you to him tighter

Taehyung locks the door to his wing once you and him are inside. He even goes so far as to slip the key into his pockets. You appreciate the gesture with all your heart. You and him pass by his atelier. The door is closed, which was something new. Last time you came over, the door was open.

“Are you working on a new art piece? Other than the one you burned of course.”

Taehyung looks at you, then over his back at the closed atelier door.

“Ah, yes. Yes indeed I am”, he gives you a tiny smile.

“Can I see?”

“Of course, but not tonight. First I need to finish it, it is a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? For me?” you giggle, “okay now I’m so curious. What is it? Tell me please”

“No, no your sweet, little begs can’t convince me. Beg all you want”, Taehyung says, grinning to himself.

“Please Tae, gosh I want to see”, you whine, pouting. You dance your fingers over his chest, “please? Just a little sneak peek?”

Taehyung looks at you from the corner of his eyes. He shakes his head.

“What if I kiss your lips really deeply?” you try, touching his neck teasingly.

Taehyung growls playfully, grabbing you by both your shoulders to press you against the bedroom door. You gasp, stomach tingling.

“You little vixen can’t tempt me”, he rasps, lips connecting with yours in a deep kiss. It makes you sigh and whimper, makes you twist his hair in your fingers, makes your knees buckle.

Taehyung pulls back, basking in the way you so obviously chase his lips.

“Why tempt me with a kiss when I can simply steal it from you?” he whispers huskily, “patience angel. I promise, it will be worth it.”

“Shit Tae”, you breathe, “you’re so hot.”

He chuckles deeply, pecking your cheek.

“How about I run you a hot bath?” he suggests in a rasp.

“A hot bath?” you choke out.

Taehyung pulls back just enough so you and him could make eye contact.

“You had such stressful past days, allow me to treat you tonight.”

“Oh gosh, this would be lovely actually.”

“Marvelous”, he leans down and pecks your lips, “shall we?”

Taehyung shows you to his dressing room in the time he needs to prepare the bath. He told you that you can pick out one of his bathrobes and leave your dirty clothes in the basket. His familiar Gregor will pick them up for cleaning later. You picked out a sky blue robe, it must be ankle length on Taehyung, on you however it already touches the floor. You feel like a princess in it. After one last look into the mirror, you finally make your way to the bathroom.

Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bathtub, stirring bathing oils into the water. He has his sleeves rolled up so they wouldn’t get wet. It smells like lavender in here and the hot water has steamed up the room quite a lot. It puts you into a relaxing mood straightaway.

He raises his head at the padding of your naked feet.

"It is almost done", he says, standing up. He walks over to the towel rack, drying off his hand. He turns around, finally looking at you. You can clearly see how his eyes raked up and down your body.

"You look quite lovely I must say", he says.

"Thanks, yeah I think so too. Your robe's really comfy", you say, rubbing the soft material of the bathrobe.

"Of course it is, only the finest of fabrics are allowed to touch my skin", he mumbles, turning off the water. He checks the temperature one last time.

"You sounded like a total snob right now", you say, having to chuckle in amusement.

"Well, it's the truth", he states dryly and turns to you, "your bath is ready. The temperature is perfect."

"Uh, thank you", you say, studying him with furrowed brows.

He is acting really weird right now. There is distance in his voice when he speaks, as if he doesn’t even want to talk to you. Also Taehyung was never one to act all snobbish with you. Was it the run in with Yoongi? Did he manage to sour his mood?

"You okay Tae? Are you annoyed?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know", you shrug your shoulders, "you're just a little distant."

"Ah, no", he shakes his head, "it has nothing to do with you. It is just Min Yoongi, he has been plaguing my mind ever since we ran into him."

"I see, he is really rude I agree, but hey at least for the rest of the night you don’t have to see him."

"That is the truth however", Taehyung says and smiles a little smile, "now off you go angel, get in the water before it gets cold. I will light some candles in the meantime", he pauses for a moment to grin at you, "I promise I won’t peek."

You giggle, "I wouldn't even mind if you did."

"Don't tempt me", he rasps playfully.

In the time Taehyung needs to hurry through the room and light candles, you rid yourself of the robe and slip into the bath. The temperature is perfect. Hot, tickling the border of too hot. That is exactly how you like your baths. Boiling.

Finally the last candle gets lit and slow jazz starts playing a moment later. Taehyung must have made good use of the vinyl player on the dresser.

"What say you, do you enjoy the music?"

"Yes, quite."

"Shall I turn off the lights?" Taehyung asks, hovering by the door.

"Yes please."

The lights flicker off. For a moment darkness engulfs you, until the dozens of candles finally illuminate the room. The orange light of them mixes with the white light of the full moon outside. It is beautiful to look at, as if gold and silver decided to melt together and create art.

"Thank you", you say, looking at Taehyung over your shoulder.

"Don't mention it", he looked taken aback for the briefest of seconds, "either way. I will leave you to your bath then."

He is in the midst of opening the door when you stop him.

"Why don’t you join me?"

"Join you?"

"Yes, the bathtub is big enough for two and I-", you lower your eyes bashfully, "-never shared a bath with someone before, I heard it can be really romantic."

Your eyes meet. His lips curl up into a playful smirk.

"And you want me to be the one to claim this first?" he says, voice deep and sultry.

"Yeah, that'd be lovely."

Taehyung studies your face.

"Well, if that's so, how can I say no to such a sweet request?" he smiles, unbuttoning his vest, "turn around."

You can’t help but giggle as you do. You are so terribly excited. You will finally share a bath with your lover. Oh how many stories you had read about such domestic sweetness. Taehyung comes closer, judging by the padding of feet.

"Move to the front for me", he says and so you do.

The water behind you splashes and gurgles. The excitement grows. Legs appear on each of your sides, hot skin pressing against yours.

"Can I lean back?"

"Of course, I want you to", Taehyung says, awaiting you with open arms.

Grinning from ear to ear, you lean back. A sigh escapes you when your back is finally resting against his chest. The water makes his skin so much warmer.

"Oh nice", you murmur.

You let your head roll back and close your eyes, smiling happily. Soon you can feel Taehyung's arms close around you. The safety, which you feel instantly, heals even the deepest wounds inside of you.

Outside the rain says its greetings, padding its little hands and feet against the windows as if it was asking you to let it inside. But its home is the outside world, it would never find happiness in the inside world. Taehyung dances his fingers up and down your stomach slowly. You caress his thighs gently.

"Does it exceed your expectations, angel?" Taehyung asks into the silence.

"Yeah", you nod your head, "it's so nice."

You are in heaven. This is so much better than just reading about it. The water is so warm, it smells so nice and the candles give off the perfect light. And Taehyung, oh sweetest Taehyung. You have never felt happier to be naked with another person than you do right now. His skin on yours, that is how life is supposed to be lived.

"Then I am glad", Taehyung mumbles, letting his head fall against the edge of the bathtub. He continues dancing his fingers over your body, doing so to the music of the vinyl player. You cuddle closer, feeling yourself melt under his touches.

“God, I needed this”, you confess.

“Is that so?” Taehyung answers you, voice calm and quiet.

“Yeah”, you sigh, “I don’t feel so goddamn scared anymore.”

Taehyung stops his movements, chest rising with a deep breath.

“Are you talking about the people, who hurt you?”

“Yes”, you swallow roughly, “shit it, it was so terrible”, you choke out, voice quaking.

Taehyung hugs you closer, leaning down to place a tender kiss next to the cut on your cheek. “I will never forgive myself angel”, he whispers, “this should have never happened to you”, he adds, kissing your wound once more, doing so most tentatively.

“You know a-and I feel so bad for Jungkook too”, you say, furrowing your brows, “he didn’t deserve any of it.”

“Mhm, tell me about it”, Taehyung says softly, peppering your neck with soothing kisses.

“They made him drink my blood and, and Jungkook he is a, uhm. What was the name?”

“Glutton?” Taehyung asks.

“No, they used another term.”

“Ripper?”

“Yes! That’s the term they used, a Ripper. Do you know what a Ripper does?”

Taehyung nods his head, “yes, I do.”

“So you also know what Jungkook wanted to do to me once he smelled my blood”, you gulp, “a-and I was so scared and still I felt so bad for him, because he didn’t want to do it. They made him do it, those fucked-up monsters.”

“Fucked-up monsters…” Taehyung repeats what you had said, voice heavy, “indeed, they are monsters.”

You shiver, having to cuddle closer to Taehyung.

“Why did they do this to us? I don’t understand how someone can be so cruel”, you whisper, feeling close to tears.

Taehyung stiffens up at the sound of your voice, eyes opening. He looks at your face, swallowing heavily.

“Oh angel”, he whispers, cupping your cheek, “it hurts me to see you suffer that much.”

You look up at him, lower lip quivering.

“I could make you forget about it”, he says then and for a moment your breath hitches in your throat.

“What?”

“If you allow me, I could make you forget about what happened”, he explains, running his thumb over your wound soothingly, “I could make the pain go away”, he adds in a whisper.

“You could?” you murmur.

“Yes, just give me your consent and I will erase those terrible memories from your mind.”

The first thing, which comes into your mind, is to say yes, to give him your consent and make him delete those awful memories. No more nightmares, no more wary looks over your shoulder, no more fear of running into those faceless monsters again, no more pain. That is what he is promising you. An easier life. No, a happier life. He promises you relief.

“I want to, but…” you lower your eyes, “…I can’t.”

“Why? I see how much it hurts you.”

“Because I simply can’t.”

Taehyung studies your face, forehead creasing and lips turned downwards.

“Why would you refuse such an offer?” he tilts your head up, “angel, I don’t understand why you would want to keep such memories.”

“Because I am made up from all the things I lived through. Be it happy, sad, annoying or painful memories. They all make me who I am and as much as I wish for some of them to disappear, I wouldn’t be me without them.”

“I understand”, he says, sadness lacing his voice, “at least let me lessen the weight of them, if only for a little. Just anything”, he tries one last time and to that you send him a little smile.

“You are already lessening the weight of them by simply sharing this moment with me.”

“I-“, he inhales shakily, arms wrapping around your body, “-I see.”

You settle back into his chest, sighing as you do. Your eyes flutter closed.

“Just allow me to be in your arms a little longer and I will be better, if only for a little”, you whisper.

Taehyung begins swirling his fingers over your stomach, nuzzling his nose into your hair before he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“You can stay in my arms for as long as your heart desires”, he breathes and just like that you feel yourself drift off to a nice slumber.

You have no idea how much time had passed exactly, but when you open your eyes again, the moon had moved quite a bit in the window. You watch the trees dance in the strong wind. It must be so freezing outside, and yet you feel so cozy in your bath. Taehyung's chest rises and sinks slowly in a steady rhythm. You crane your neck to glance at him. He has his eyes closed, but he opens them slowly when he feels you move. He keeps them half-lidded, lips curling into a lazy smile.

"Were you sleeping?" you ask him.

"Almost, but not yet", he answers you, his voice carries a slight rasp to it.

"It's so relaxing, isn’t it?" you ask, settling back on his chest. You rest your hands on his thighs, caressing them gently.

"Yes, quite", he agrees, fingers coming to rest on your stomach, “are you feeling a little better already?”

"Yes, I do. Thank you for doing this with me, it means a lot to me", you say, turning around to face him.

It turns out to be more difficult than initially planned. You almost fall face first into the water, letting out very unflattering sounds as you struggle.

"Careful", Taehyung says softly, raising his leg to support you.

"I am", you say, holding onto his thigh. Well, this will leave an embarrassing memory in your mind.

Your eyes flit up, "hey”, you murmur shyly, cheeks burning up.

"Hello", he rasps.

"Oh, you look so handsome wow", you gush, drinking in whatever part of his body the milky water doesn’t hide.

Taehyung's eyes soften.

"Well thank you", he murmurs, "you look so pretty too", he adds, drinking in the view. His eyes linger on your half-covered breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, "quite magnificent indeed", he rasps.

"Ah, stop", you whine, covering your chest, "you're making me fluster."

Taehyung straightens up and scoots closer. He places his hands on yours.

"Don't cover yourself angel", he whispers.

You know that Taehyung can hear your fluttering heart, even you can. Drawing closer and with your eyes glued to his lips, you pull your hands away.

Taehyung sneaks a glance down at your newly exposed chest. He grins and looks back up.

"That's better, don’t be shy around me", he says softly, caressing your cheek. His fingers were wet, the water they left behind runs down your skin and tickles you. You swallow dryly, cursing your face for heating up.

"Shall we clean each other?" he suggests, reaching for the sponge.

"Oh, like in all those romance movies?" you ask, voice dripping in excitement.

"___", he chuckles, "am I merely a means to fulfill your fantasies?"

Panic flickers up in your stomach. You give him your best puppy eyes as you look at him.

"No you’re not. I swear, I’m not crazy. I just thought that it would be-"

Taehyung silences you by cupping your cheek and dragging his thumb over your lips.

"You are so easily messed with", he murmurs, eyes following the path his thumb draws, "fear not, I am happy to fulfill them."

"Tae stop messing with me, geez", you whine, "I thought I’d offended you. Good god, you’re not funny."

"I would say differently", he grins, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, "come now darling, allow me to clean you."

He scoots closer, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah okay", you say, stomach tingling in excitement.

Taehyung places the sponge on your shoulder and squeezes so the milky water would run down your chest. It is a welcome change in the cool air, rising goosebumps on your skin. He drags the sponge down your arm, following the path his long fingers paint. It tickles, if you weren’t so mesmerised by his perfect features you would have giggled.

His eyes meet yours for the briefest times. He smirks, flustering you. The silence is almost unbearable with all the tension in the air. He soaks the sponge and repeats what he had done on your other arm. You tingle with every droplet of water running down your skin.

"Did you bathe with someone before?" you ask in an attempt to distract yourself.

"Of course I did", he says, wetting the sponge again, "eight hundred years are a long time."

"Okay I could have figured actually", you murmur, feeling stupid for asking such a question.

Taehyung takes your head in his hand, long fingers buried in your hair and palm on your cheek. He tilts your head to the side, doing so rather harshly.

"Ah, oh", you laugh nervously, "a little warning would have been nice."

Taehyung squeezes the sponge, watching the water run down your neck and collarbones.

"But then your heart wouldn’t have done such a lovely jump", he says, voice sultry.

"You-", a gasp interrupts you when Taehyung drags the sponge down your neck, twisting your hair at the same time.

"-jesus Taehyung what's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?" he rasps. He wets the sponge again, changing hands as he does. With one tug your head is tilted to the other side.

"You're so rough, good god", you murmur, shuddering when the water runs down your neck in a fast river.

"Am I?" he asks and loosens his fingers around your hair, "I must have forgotten my strength for a moment. I apologize."

You straighten up your head and scoff, nudging his chest.

"You horny bastard", you tease.

"Horny bastard?" Taehyung blinks in surprise, "excuse me?"

You giggle, hiding your mouth behind your hand.

"I'm saying this in the fondest of ways."

Taehyung studies your face before he scoffs, shaking his head.

"You are full of surprises", he murmurs, grinning afterwards. He reaches out and drags his thumb over your lips, "I am starting to enjoy this about you."

"Uhm…" you look at his lips, then at the sponge floating in the water. You reach for it, placing your hand on his chest. He gasps quietly, fingers falling from your cheek.

"Can I clean you too?" you ask.

He swallows and licks over his lips

"You want to clean me too?" he asks and for some reason his voice became croaky.

"Yes, if you let me", you say, playing with the sponge.

He takes a deep breath as if he had felt breathless.

"Y-yes", he croaks, eyes widened.

You scoot closer, resting your legs on each side of him. Taehyung visibly swallows at the newfound closeness, hands falling to your hips. It is quite adorable really, how quickly he changed under your touches. From the one teasing to the one being flustered. You didn’t even know that you had such an effect on him.

You soak the sponge first and then touch his chest. It makes him gasp again. You press the sponge to his skin and squeeze, watching the milky water find its way down his chest. With the moonlight reflecting on his skin, the water looks like stardust water, so you decide. Then you begin moving, doing so with uttermost care. Taehyung shivers, fingers squeezing your hips.

“Is that comfortable for you?” you ask shyly, soaking the sponge again and pressing it to his sternum.

His chest heaves up and down in a shaky gasp, you can clearly see how he is gulping.

“I-it’s, it’s good”, he stutters, voice so croaky he has to cough to clear it.

You touch his right pec, outlining it with gentle fingers before you rub the sponge over it. Taehyung arches into the touch, pulling you closer. He whimpers as if he was in pain.

Your eyes flit up to his face in worry. He has his eyes squeezed shut and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” you ask worriedly.

“Yeah I’m fine”, he chokes out, nodding his head vigorously, “continue.”

“Are you sure? You seem weird”, you say, studying his scrunched up face.

“I said continue!” he blurts out, voice bouncing off the walls. It makes you flinch.

Your eyes meet. What’s gotten into him?

“Is there something I did wrong?” you ask quietly, pulling your legs to your chest.

“Why are you pouting?” he asks, straightening up, “I told you to continue.”

“No”, you drop the sponge, “I told you I don’t like it when someone yells at me.”

“I wasn’t even yelling.”

“Yeah you were”, you scoot away, hugging your own legs, “I was just worried for you, because you seemed to be in pain.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath and sits up. The water moves, splashing up as far as your neck. He closes the distance between you and him, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“It wasn’t my intention for my voice to startle you", he says, "please believe me I really didn’t mean for you to take it as me yelling at you, I merely felt ashamed and covered it up in a terrible way”, he confesses.

“I don’t get it”, you mumble, studying his features. He doesn’t look angry anymore, but to be honest, you don’t even know which emotion his face was currently wearing.

“It’s been too long since another person showed me such tenderness and when you acknowledged my emotions I-“, he lowers his eyes, “-I felt ashamed for showing them in front of you.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes”, he whispers.

“No, you don’t need to feel ashamed in front of me”, you say, cupping his cheek, “it’s alright to be emotional Tae, you’re just human. Well, actually”, you laugh in embarrassment, “sorry, in theory you aren’t.”

Taehyung scoffs quietly at that.

“But even if you aren’t physically human, you still experience the same emotions as us. So don’t feel ashamed for being sad or overwhelmed or emotional”, you close the distance between you and him, hugging him.

Taehyung gasps, tensing up in shock at your gesture.

“It’s okay to be emotional, I won’t like you any less for it. Actually, I’ll like you even more because of it”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

Taehyung breathes shakily, whimpering as he does.

“Tell me, why are you so terribly caring?” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you, “oh why did I ever hurt you that much?”

“What do you mean?”

Silence, just the ominous whistling of the storm as it makes its way through the hallways through little nooks and crannies, can be heard. Taehyung takes a deep breath, giving your body a tender squeeze.

“Taehyung, what are you talking about? Is it about the mind control thing?”

He tenses, straightening up afterwards.

“Yes, exactly the mind control thing”, he says, nodding his head, “I feel terrible for what I did to you in the past.”

“I forgive you. As you said it’s in the past, you showed me how serious you are about your apology when you asked for my consent and then respected my decision”, you reassure him, caressing his arm “so as long as you promise not to do it against my will again, I’m open to give you another chance.”

“I-“, he gulps heavily, squeezing his eyes shut for the briefest of moments, “-promise.”

“Then it’s forgiven”, you send him a smile, cupping his cheek. You caress it with your thumb, still wearing the smile.

Taehyung can’t seem to return the smile, too overwhelmed your gesture makes him seem to be.

“Come now, turn around and let me scrub your back”, you say, nudging his side with your other hand.

He does so gladly, pulling his legs to his chest and hugging them. He rests his chin on his knees, back heaving up and down in quick breaths. You touch his back. He flinches slightly, muscles tensing up.

“If you feel like crying you can cry, it’s alright”, you assure him, running your nails over his skin softly.

He doesn’t answer you, merely hugging his legs closer.

You soak the sponge first and then press it to his back. You pat it over his upper back first, making sure to outline his shoulder blades as you do. He shivers with every touch, visibly relaxing with every second touch.

“How long has it been since someone was that tender with you?” you ask, soaking the sponge anew.

“Too long”, he answers you quietly, “decades, maybe even centuries.”

You let the water trickle over his back and drag the sponge down his spine afterwards. Vertebra by vertebra you clean him, drinking in every shudder of his muscles.

“That’s a terribly long time”, you observe sadly, “I’m sorry”, you add, leaning closer to press a tender kiss to his uppermost vertebra.

“Oh”, he gasps, head shooting up from his knees, “___”, he breathes.

“Too much?” you ask.

“No”, he leans back, body connecting with your chest, “just perfect.”

You giggle shyly, eyes glued to his side profile. It is weird, you hadn’t even noticed that up until now, he wasn’t even wearing that specific warmth on his face. The kind of warmth he only gets with you. It wasn’t on his face up until now. Right now however, it seems to practically radiate off of him.

"Are you feeling cuddly?" you whisper, wrapping your arms around him.

“Yes”, he sighs, turning his head so he could rub the tip of his nose against your jawline, “being so close to you is heaven, my sweetest darling.”

My sweetest darling. Oh how peculiar it is, you think again. You hadn’t even noticed that he hadn’t called you his sweetest darling up until now. Oh how you had missed this nickname.

“I would only agree”, you say in a giggle, giving his body a tight squeeze.

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snackhobi · 4 years ago

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how we interface ;

part of the human touch verse (masterlist here)

pairing: android!taehyung x f!reader / word count: 1.7k / genre: fluff, established relationship, light smut (NSFW) / warnings: none?; this is set after the main story

a/n: so here I am, revisiting the human touch verse, finally. thank you to my beta readers @hobi-gif and @morndas, I love and appreciate you both so much 💖 to the anon who suggested a ‘naughty scene’ with android tae, there’s a lil something in here for you!

The first time it happens, you think Taehyung is malfunctioning.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve held hands by now. You never thought you could be so familiar with someone else’s hands: how their fingers entwine with yours, the warmth of their palm against your own; how their thumb feels rubbing across the back of your hand, tender and soothing and so full of love. But here you are, your hand in Taehyung’s, his in yours, like it’s meant to be there. What once was new and exciting is now a motion of comfort—as practiced as blinking or breathing.

But this? This is new, this sudden sensation of smoothness where Taehyung’s soft skin had been moments before. You glance down. You haven’t been looking at your joined hands, focused instead on the film that flickers across your TV, and there’s a beat as you take in what you’re seeing: the bare white of Taehyung’s android body, normally hidden away underneath the synthetic skin that covers him. You know what androids look like under their skin, the smooth white plastic bodies, but you’ve only ever seen a glimpse of Taehyung’s—a slip of white on his temple when he’d removed his LED, that under skeleton you haven’t seen since.

“Taehyung?” You’re uncertain what to think, equal parts confused and concerned. He doesn’t seem to be in pain; barely seems to register it at all, even, only turning his attention away from the screen at the sound of your voice. Like he hasn’t noticed anything amiss. “Are you okay?”

His eyes fall to your joined hands. “Oh,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry.”

And just like that you watch as the skin shifts back into place, creeps from under his sleeve to cover his ivory hand; in mere moments everything is back in place and Taehyung seems unperturbed. As if nothing important has happened. He lifts your hand to his mouth, presses a fleeting kiss across your knuckles, an easy touch of affection that still has you melting, snuggling as close as possible to watch the rest of tonight’s movie.

Maybe it’s an android thing, you think. If it’s important and Taehyung wants to tell you about it, then he will. Until then there’s nothing more to do than to lean into his side and watch as Sophie and the Witch of the Waste toil up the stairs to the palace. You shift, resettle, drape yourself across your love; you feel the way a laugh rolls in his chest, contained, a smile bleeding out across his lips.

“Comfortable?” His voice is so quiet, so low. So achingly soft.

You can’t help but smile back. “With you? Always.”

The second time it happens, you barely notice it at all.

Too caught up in everything else to really notice the way Taehyung’s arm has gone white, skin receding from his fingers and rolled back, from hand to wrist to elbow and up to his shoulder; too busy gasping for air, eyes blown wide and skin sweat-slick, Taehyung above you and around you and inside you, all heat and pleasure. Both hands pinned to the pillow beneath your head, his fingers entwined with yours as he rolls his hips, watches the way you arch your back and tilt your body towards him, needing more, more, more.

It never gets any less amazing, how easy it is to lose yourself in each other’s bodies. How love can be expressed through lust. How even as you’re losing yourself, you’re kept grounded by Taehyung’s presence—he knows you better than you know yourself, knows your body, knows how to touch you just so, how to throw you deep into the ocean of sensation and pleasure, kept tethered only by his skin against yours. It never fails to leave you breathless, speechless, the only words from your lips a lilting refrain of his name, stuttered and sobbed, a melody of choked whimpers and keens.

Once your body is spent, you’ve all but forgotten that moment where Taehyung’s arm had turned blindingly white—too distracted by the way your peak had been building, entire body clenching hard and tight before you’d tumbled over the edge just seconds after, cumming hard and wet around Taehyung’s unrelenting thrusts. You don’t think about it, how Taehyung’s android arm had been bare to your gaze, unimportant when the two of you had been intent on something else. When he reaches for you, pulls you close, both hands and arms look just as normal: all elegant lines and honeyed skin, reverent as he touches you, drags the pads of his fingers over the tremble of your thighs. There’s no naked metal and plastic. No stark whiteness set against your skin. Just Taehyung’s familiar hand smoothing up and over the curve of your hips.

“Angel.”

You lean towards the pet name, ease into the deep softness of Taehyung’s voice, as warm as the palm that traces across your waist. Too focused on his still-simmering gaze to think about anything else right now. There’ll be time for that later.

The third time it happens, you decide to ask what’s going on.

It’s been a long day, one that leaves an ache throbbing just behind your eyes, your entire body weighed down with it all. But Taehyung is kind and gentle, just like he always is, and it’s easy to unwind in the way he folds himself around you.

(You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to this. To the knowledge and comfort of someone’s love and support, no matter how exhausted you are, how burdened and tired. It’s not something you thought you’d ever find, and even though you have it now—have had it for long enough that you know it’s here to stay, that Taehyung is here to stay—sometimes it feels like a dream. A wild-winged flight of fancy that’s somehow touched ground in your life, become real, and is so much better than you ever could have thought.)

It’s just the two of you in the kitchen, in your own world of soft quiet as Taehyung makes you tea; something warm and soothing. You watch as he moves, meticulous and smooth, and you can’t help but smile and reach out, fingers brushing across his wrist. Wanting to feel, always.

He turns at the touch. Angles his body and his smile towards you, turns his hand palm-up so you can lock your fingers in place, every inch of you gone mellow, ochre yellow sunlight. Taehyung’s smile is subtle in his lips but obvious in his eyes—set deep in the dark of his gaze.

It’s easy, this time, to feel the way his skin subsides from his fingers. His hand is still warm (it always is) but it’s smooth and unyielding, now.

“Tae? How come your hand keeps doing this?”

A soft pause. Taehyung unravels the weave of your fingers so that you’re not holding hands any more but instead are mirroring each other, his palm and fingers against yours, held in the air in front of you. A mirror’s reflection in position.

“It’s how androids interface,” he says. “We can share information and memories like this.”

“Oh,” you murmur.

Now that you get a chance to look, really look, you notice the level of detail in Taehyung’s android body. The little dips of his joints, the darker lines that cross the unblemished white; the flush of blue across his knuckles, the soft glow of the thirium that powers him; his entire arm is alabaster apart from that blue glow at his knuckles and elbow, so pretty. Still beautiful, of course. Every part of him.

“I can’t help it.” Taehyung’s still smiling at you, at the way you’re staring at your hand against his, how they’re both similar and yet so different all at once. “It’s an intimate thing, I think. Wanting to share with you and let you see everything. It happens without me even realising.”

You hesitate as a small breath catches in your throat. Then:

“Does it bother you? That you… can’t interface with me like this?”

Your voice comes out small. You know that Taehyung’s been concerned about his android nature, that the fact he’s a robot and not human might one day become something that bothers you. That you might find him lacking. You’ve felt the same, though, even if you might not have put a voice to it—that being human might become a barrier, that it means you might not be able to connect with him the way he wants.

(That your two experiences in life and living are fundamentally too different and that it might all fall apart because of it.)

Taehyung’s smile doesn’t falter. “Does it bother you that I’m an android?”

“Of course not.” The answer is immediate and honest, even in the midst of your uncertainties. You’d love Taehyung whether he was an android or not—because he’s him.

“There’s your answer.” He’s looking at you with such an aching fondness, and his response is easy; relaxed. “Being an android or being a human doesn’t affect how I feel about you. I love you.”

He says this often. Reminds you daily of that unrelenting love for you. And no matter how many times you hear it, your heart swells—full to bursting with so many more emotions than you think you could ever put a name to, but with love the resounding echo throughout it all.

He pulls his hand away from yours so that he can cup your cheek, and though the sensation of his android body against your bare skin is unfamiliar, the adoration behind the touch isn’t. Just because you interface differently doesn’t make it any less fulfilling, you think. Doesn’t make it any less real or amazing (because you are amazed, every day, that someone like Taehyung could ever love someone like you).

“I love you too.”

The words don’t feel like enough to express every glittering facet of love you hold in your chest, but you hope that Taehyung feels it anyway. You hope that everything you do expresses that love, that it shines through, always. He deserves it. He deserves everything.

And when he smiles even wider at your words, uses the smooth hand against your cheek to tilt your head into a kiss—android or human or otherwise, you’ve never been happier.

taglist: @beyoncesdragon @vensulove

#titles are hard. 'how we interface' sounds so clunky but iunno i feel like the extra parts/drabbles need names right? hhh anyway #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #bts x reader #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfic #taehyung au #taehyung scenario #joy.masterlist #way too lazy to tag this properly! oops!

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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Okay I just wanna say that I really love your writing!!! Hope you and chimmy are doing well! Can I request a drabble with merman tae and y/n's a human and they're childhood besties and tae likes her but she's a dumb little bean. I just realised how many 'ands' are in that sentence. If you don't like it then...ahem know that I still love you!!! 💖💖💖

pearl of mine

pairing: taehyung x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: merman!tae is the reason why tourists can’t find any more shells and pearls in the shore, y/n owns more beach houses than deduction skills, and concierge!yoongi’s the hero :D // gif from pinterest

notes: are u kidding me baby i love it AND you!!!! chimmy barks his regards <3

“hmm? where’s barnacle boy?”

alright there goes your peace and quiet

it’s very nice to know that where yoongi is, translates to meaning that all your peaceful thoughts automatically aren’t there

if he’s not manning the concierge, it means he’s there keeping you company!!

annoying you

your ten minutes of bliss of just having your calves dipped into the water is interrupted now but it’s ok!!

after all, yoongi’s ur right-hand man anyways!! he’s the one who keeps track of everything and you’re so close to convicing your dad to put him in the family will too

you can’t manage your family business all by yourself!! how exactly are you gonna manage fIVE of the hotels that your parents have put under your care by yourself

five of the seventeen hotels that your family owns..,.,.,

（；＿；）

your dad gives you tOO much trust and he believes in you like actually a lot

a lot more than you could ever trust yourself tbh

he doesn’t want you to take charge only when he retires or dies!! you’re his little dove and he wants you to be as immersed in your family’s group of companies

it’s generous but of course it’s hectic

which is why you’re spearheading the handling of the actual main hotel he’s put under you!!

and the rest of the less major ones, you’ve had to go through a long and tedious process for so you could find an actual trustable manager and supervisor that wouldn’t commit embezzlement and-

yoongi’s about to scare you again by nudging your lower back with his foot, but you’re ahead of him when you nip his ankle with your nails

“... it’s mermaid man.”

he scoffs out a laugh because what was supposed to be a teasing nudge for your friend that’s clearly nOT human, turned to your joke instead of his

he doesn’t need to look at his watch to know what time it was by then bc he’s practically memorized the skies and the tide at this point

every 5:20 in the afternoon, you and taehyung would meet here!!

you come outside at exactly 4:50 to give yourself some leeway into preparing whatever you’d be giving him or rather, pestering yoongi what you think you should give him for that afternoon

it doesn’t necessarily have to be grand! on most days you just make him waffles without the crusty edges (he likes it the most when it’s so hot that it was still soft and jiggly) and the filling would be whatever food he hasn’t tried yet

.... basically.......... almost everything

but now it’s 5:23 and he could tell with how the water didn’t settle to the wooden platform as well as it did when it was 5:20

yoongi could actually TELL the difference because he’s seen you do this for the four years he’s been working here

the hotel had three wings — the shore wing, the balcony-sturdy-treehouse-type of wing, and the cabana wing

you bounce all around the place because naturally, you aRE the boss here, but afternoons really were just reserved for the cabana wing

where there’s a staff cabana by one of the wooden paths that lead to it, and one specifically reserved for you and probably yoongi now lmao bc he wouldn’t take a nap anywhere else

it’s you just sitting by the deck of your cabana that houses your too-expensive waffle maker, and a cozy blanket then deck pillows outside where you lay when taehyung’s there perched by the wood

you easily have three plates always, and yoongi just goes a lil bit soft that you let him intrude your routine with the merman

but today, all that highLy seems unlikely

“he’s totally not coming,” he exaggerates all in one breath, not having the decency to wait bc he’s stuffing his cheeks full with waffles

everything’s a hit or miss with mermaid man anyways and yoongi would rather nOT try his adventures of waffles with buttered rice in between no thank u

so that’s why he’s sticking with his trusty s’mores waffle!!! :D

put chocolate spread in between while it’s STILL in the pan, then tiny little marshmallows with crushed graham crackers and 10/10 u will see heaven

he gets crumbs on your sundress and you barely even grimace because you’re used to yoongi and all his yoongi-ness at this point

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you know what.,.,., maybe even longer than twelve years

this one’s marked on your calendar you can just SNIFF it

what you distinctly remember is your dad picking you up from school then suddenly deciding that he’ll teach you the ropes

you knew what everything was coming to because suddenly, you’d take your daily after-school snacks at the hotel

and then your weekends were slowly merging into memorizing names and amenities

... and then sitting by your dad’s chair with a juicebox when he had meetings

then before you even realize, you’re managing five hotels under your name and a particularly large one mainly

it was when you’ve had a suckish day at school because you cannot seem to just gET the multiplication table of 7 and your dad’s chasing after you again so you could get to see the fire escape plans as “fun little puzzles!!”

ya know what maybe you should go outside

it didn’t exactly click into your young mind that holy shit your family’s LOADED

all you knew was that people greeted you left and right even if you didn’t know them and you’d always be offered stuff you didn’t even ask for :D

all you cared about was skipping by the cabanas but holding by the rope on the side bc what if you fell lmao

yet what did fall to the water beside you was your bracelet!!!

:((

a red, single-threaded, string bracelet from your wrist that must’ve gotten loose

it’s something you’ve never took off and the sheer panic in your mind was tOO HIGH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

even before you could call out to your dad though, or any of the staff that would literally drop everything to help you, something just shifts in the water

it’s too quick for you to even decipher and the multiplication table of 7 would’ve been easier to figure out

the moment you crouch by the end of the deck was when you see it aGAIN

there’s this incredibly pretty boy that emerges from the water, only his shoulders up to his head peeking out

he most certainly didn’t look... from around here tho

your attention’s immediately fixated on your bracelet, the one on his mouth as he only tilts his head when you do the same, an eager squeal breaking him out

hold on

wait a second

you’ve seen this in the tv sometimes!!! they were uh creatures that liked being by themselves in the sea

lol which is basically every sea creature

but the narrator said something about them looking like humans???

AND BESIDES

you overhear your dad talking about them sometimes

AND THEN IT HITS

THE HANDSOME FACE!! THE SHINY PRETTY-

up and age???

opened etch????

how do u spell that again

THE TAIL!!! THE PRETTY TAIL LOOKING LIKE THING!!!

“o-oh!! you’re-...”

“t-taehyung...?”

the boy who looks like your age replies, looking unsure of himself yet didn’t want to disappoint you either

you meant merman but it’s okay!!

your hands retrieve the bracelet from his mouth, a little giggle at the complexity of the situation

he was completely sold at that

this was his first human!!! his first actual human interaction and it wasn’t really bad as what his brothers painted out to be

you and taehyung took off from then and ya know what,,, maybe you even start purposefully dropping things in the water if you feel a little impatient that he hasn’t peeked his head yet

and yes yes that’s a completely iRRESPONSIBLE thing and your dad stopped you before you could possibly throw out a whole backpack into the water

which was weird for him to look at because there’s absolutely no one he could see in the water

it was a routine that not one of you ever skipped on once!!

even if you were sick and tae thinks that it’s the most pathetic thing because he doesn’t EVER get sick??? sue him for having a cold because he’s in the water 24/7 yea

even if one was late and wouldn’t be able to see the other, there would be an item placed by the deck as proof that they were indeed there!!

tae sometimes leaves a random conch shell or even seaweed in the shape of a heart when he’s swamped with his arrangements

even if there’s a storm, which taehyung absolutely loves because the water’s all cold!!! and it gives him a fun little ride when the waves are all wonky

you leave out a lunchbox that’s snug in a fixed mailbox (you forced yoongi to attach it) by the side of the deck poles and that would count as your attendance

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you are totally UNBELIEVABLE

yoongi snorts, almost choking on his waffles with how hard he did it

“and you’re twelve years dumb.”

ok now you take offense

huh???

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you can’t be any more clueless, can you??

as if on cue, there’s the familar flop and splash that you nudge yoongi to be in his best behavior

taehyung makes his afternoon appearance by outlandishly doing his trick in the air, undoubtedly giving you a splash you’re used to by now

he literally does not care at the thought of anyone possible seeing him

besides, they physically can’t anyway because there’s a spell cast onto the area, allowing nobody to see them besides you

... and yoongi ://

he’s rather grand with his gestures and his words and even before taehyung knew the common lingo on ground, you could tell he was a little more stubborn with his strong expressions

after all, taehyung’s a prince at sea but at land.,.,.,.

<3 well <3

“i’m here!”

taehyung bEAMS radiantly, making you crouch and hold out your hands, him putting his face out immediately for you to squish

“oh, oh! i got you something, y/n!”

he seems to remember out of the blue in the middle of chewing his waffles, yoongi having to suppress another sigh

the prettiest pearl necklace :-)

“tae i already told you that-...”

you’re about to start berating him again with the gifts because what seemed to be so ordinary for him is very fAR from yours

you pout and tae only pushes the necklce to you further, not taking no for answer when he had to squint his eyes extra hard to look for the pearls this morning

to be honest you have sO much jewelry from taehyung

the common theme of it was of course they’re something you could get at sEA

and whenever people ask you about them, u have no idea how to tell where you got them

today’s pearl necklace was a little different — something more dainty and smaller and wraps around your neck like a choker would, a little more suited for everyday wear

“thank you!!!”

you smooch taehyung on the cheek extra quick and it takes every fiber in his tail to stop squealing

yoongi watches you two be disgustingly sweet and PLATONIC yet again, and he could only zero in on the pearl necklace around your neck

that is the fifth time this week

that is the fifth set of pearls you’ve gotten this week

normally you’d get a pearl every now and then and the often minuature sand sculptures

but this week changes the wHOLE ball game

“do you want a pearl ring?”

taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, boxy smile on full display and he looks breathtaking in the golden hours that you immediately poke his cheek

yoongi’s eyes widen because that’s literally-

you don’t seem to find the weight on his question because you only let out a non-commital sound and whisk him away on another conversation about his day

he’s long since dropped out of yours and taehyung’s conversation, going back to the concierge because his presence is required

and he still can’t shake off how CLUELESS you are

it’s when the night gets a little more chilly and you could see taehyung go beneath the water more often, taking it as a sign that he’s going back and his brothers are looking for him

“night-night, tae.”

you offer the top of his head a kiss, rushing back to the cabana to put on your coat and right on time, you miss the way taehyung’s eyes are bigger than a goldfish’s

(@_@)

oh my god

oh my fucking god

taehyung really hATES you

he hates you so much!!!!

SO SO MUCH

he resigns back into the water and he doesn’t even move at all

just defeatedly sits on the seabed and his aura effectively puts off everything around him

his heart’s beyond heavy and his eyes sting and he never wants to resurface ever again

he’s trying not to get upset too much because his emotions have the capacity of changing the tide and it would literally resonate through the seas if he gets even more sad

taehyung’s trying to rEPRESS everything back in but it’s no use :((

“hey, hey, calm down. what’s wrong?”

his brother immediately swims to his side at the first slight tremor he felt, having only little trouble in locating him

“i-i asked y/n if she wanted a pearl-...” tae stutters and he has to physically hold his chest to not sOB at your name, an insurmountable feeling of dread at his chest

yeah, you! namjoon knows you

in fact all his brothers know you and you’ve met each other multiple times, but not as often as you and tae did

they don’t need to see you everyday to know that taehyung is head over tails in LOVE with you

the mention of you and their brother’s gifts in the same sentence isn’t anything new

“okay? but you give her pearls all the time? and-”

“... ring.”

pearl ring

“yeah? and what did she say?”

joon himself tries to quell the distress he feels because taehyung’s emotions are morE than potent to affect to everyone, most especially his brothers

he sees the others swimming to them from afar, worried frowns already on their faces and namjoon doesn’t want to panic even more

“nothing!! she said nOTHING!!!!”

jungkook tilts his head, cheeks puffed out as he tries to diffuse the situation

“but tae, it could mean-...”

“nothing. y/n absolutely wants nothing to do with me!”

taehyung half-huffs and half-sobs, immediately swimming past them that leaves them confused and with a headache

this was definitely going to be a problem

it already is

today has got to be the slowest day ever

the water is so still and timid

oh my god it literally just looks like tap water in a bathtub that’s untouched

you’ve noticed in the first thing in the morning

was it nORMAL to have the water so still???? practically no waves at all??? not even ripples????

you must be losing your mind right

you dragged yoongi from the concierge desk all the way outside

he squints his eyes because the water.... is definitely not supposed to be this way....

“huh. now that’s just odd.”

some of your patrons don’t seem to mind at all because that just means they could go take their pictures without waves putting their phones at risk

but nO

most especially the swimmers n the surfers and even the lifeguard are all ????

everyone’s collectively looking at the water

yoongi takes a twig and just pokes at it to go do ATLEAST something, but even the ripples it produces are mundane

the water is too still and it makes you miss the one who makes it all better

you spend the better part of your whole day in your sundress and hanging around the cabana, yoongi scrunching his nose up at the fact that he seemed to be more active than the actual hotelier here today

“taehyung doesn’t go up for another seven hours, y’know?”

he finds you sitting by the edge of the deck, feet vigorously splashing around the water without any resistance at all that it feels so unnerving

“yea i know that... just wanted to hang out with him.”

you murmur out the last part, making yoongs do a double-take at his boss who was never this soft-spoken

“and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since childhood? sit by the edge then hang out?”

he wants to push a couple of buttons to get you out of your phase of the day today, but he only gets some insistent nodding and nothing more

“that’s so mundane. that’s literally a decade-long routine!!”

“it’s a routine i don’t mind!!”

and that’s true

it’s a routine you want to do with the rest of your life because it now feels like the equivalent of showering basically

you feel so incomplete without it and satisfaction doesn’t settle on your bones until you do it with taehyung :D

“surely, there must be sOME reason for taehyung to not get bored from doing the same thing with you, right?”

alright one more nudge

you’re considerably more perky now that’s for sure

but that doesn’t mean any less clueless unfortunately

“must be the food!!”

oh my god,,,,,, u are so dumb

he leaves you alone and you don’t even question it because you’re too busy waiting for taehyung

you expect the tide to change when it’s already noon but really, nothing happens still

5:20 passes and he still isn’t there

it’s time for dinner and yoongi has to fetch you aLL the way from the other side of the wings he needed to supervised because you’re spending all your time waiting

you were supposed to have dinner with staff tonight but you don’t even think twice in telling him to go eat without you, giving the company card more than eagerly

“don’t you think it’s time to go home?”

yoongi pipes up when they’ve finished dinner and you’re still there

he feels so sorry for you :((

“w-what if he shows up last minute?”

there’s still hope in your voice and he doesn’t want to taint it as much as people

“hey. they need sleep too. you should go get some for yourself too, okay? now just leave a cookie or something,” he has to pry you off the deck himself, not wanting to feel any more sorry for you because you’re starting to tremble with how chilly the air is

taehyung doesn’t resurface the next day

or the next

and the day after that

taehyung doesn’t show up the entire week.

you’re worried OUT of your mind and you’re tempted to just take your dad’s yacht and sail across the water to try and look for him

or oR maybe you should get one of the divers to try and look for him!!!! but no that wouldn’t work, would it??

how about you go and look for tae yourself???

yoongi’s been busy with the hotel bc the actual hotelier of it (read: you) is too busy MOPING

you’ve ditched your sundresses and waited in hoodies and sweatpants you could roll up in the morning and roll down at night to wait for him

most people don’t even recognize you as the owner and they just walk rIGHT past you when they see you in the hallways

you’ve also been stress-making waffles that you reek of the batter and butter, the staff now having an abundance of experimental ones that you’ve made

you’re definitely not okay

“uh y/n you really rEALLY need to go to sleep.,.,”

yoongi gapes at you when he visits you at the cabana, clearing his schedule out to go watch over you and bc your dad won’t sit still with how unkempt you’ve been

he gestures to the hammock you’ve always begged him to put up, but his handiwork’s wASTED because you don’t even spend more than five seconds looking at it

you should be screaming with glee by now :((

how in the world could he possibly distract you from crushing sadness and worry

he’s been brainstorming the past week and his head’s even more hollow than the decorative coconuts in the gift shop

... wait a minute

hey this has got to be his most stupid idea but the one with the most promising results!!!!!

11/10 risky but it’s the cLOSEST he could get!!

“hey do you wanna do something stupid??”

your eyes glance at him immediately because it’s the first question he’s ever asked you besides if you’re okay or when was the last time you slept or when do you intend on picking yourself up

yoongi fishes for his tablet and whips up a video immediately, only taking minutes for him to explain and seconds for you to agree

it’s what made you end up this way

it’s the reason in your swimsuit with your legs all the way inside a duvet cover and the corners of it knotted tightly on your waist

you don’t know how yoongi’s managed to convince you to race him in swimming with your whole lower body inside a king-sized dUVET cover from one of the cabanas whose guests are arriving in an hour, but here you are lmao

“first one to the furthest cabana wins, alright?”

he practically yelps in explaining in an effort to hype you up and a hundred dollars dOES seem to make him excited himself

you’re buzzing for the first time in the week and it’s the panicked shoves you try to give each other before starting that kicks you off in an eager mood

“GO!”

you immediately dive in and you don’t expect the heaviness of your makeshift tail behind you, momentarily cussing yourself because wHY on earth did you get the high-quality ones smh ://

oh my god this is so fucking stupid and oddly enough, you’re ENJOYING it

you can’t exactly paddle your legs fluidly like the times when they aren’t wrapped in a duvet, and the distance of the last cabana seems so tiring now that u think about it

yoongi’s already ahead and you don’t get HOW has he managed to come that far???

also not to mention that the gap between the two of you is large and now you’re just struggling to even move

also doesn’t help oNE bit with how good of a handyman yoongi also is because that is one secure knot you got there sir

it’s only dawning in you that you’re NOT well-versed in swimming!!

not even close to an expert!!! all you know are the basics

but the basics seem hard to even apply when you’re dragging a king-sized duvet cover by your legs

you’d expect more skills from someone whose family owns water-centric properties bUT NO <3

you’re flailing almost to the bottom and your eyes sting then your limbs feel heavy

you’re not necessarily drowning either, it just feels so difficult to swim back up

you’re about to try again and boost yourself up by pushing from the floor but then suddenly you’re being HAULED BACK UP

you have no chance to even try and get away because you know that the hand around your waist aren’t yoongi’s

“are you out of your goddamn mind???”

you instinctively take a big gulp of air when you come up the surface, legs fluttering now that you have some type of support to keep you up

“why would you do this?? who did this??”

the deep voice only registers in you seconds later that it’s taehyung who’s in front of you and holding you up, staring you down intensely

your puzzlement only frustrates him even more, going back down while keeping his hands on your waist before he untangles the duvet cover by your legs rather quickly and powerfully

he emerges back up and he’s looking at you with sO much stress that you wanna dive back down

“y-yoo-...”

you don’t even manage to finish speaking before taehyung snaps his gaze away from you and really yELLS

“YOONGI!!!”

as if he didn’t manage to startle you enough, he looks back at you and pats at you all over out of instinct, wanting to know if you’re hurt by any means

you’re more shocked but it’s over the fact that you’re finally seeing him again

this isn’t the first time you’ve swam with taehyung but this IS the first time in this context

you’ve never been this close to him either and you’re out of breath just by looking at him

he doesn’t seem to share the sentiment though because he looks like he’s gonna pull his hair out in both relief and frustration

“oh my god! i fucking thought that my soulmate would die in a — i-in a bedsheet!”

you are so ridiculous that it actually makes his heart clench

he intentionally didn’t come to see you for a week because he was so hurt over your rejection

he did see you from a distance and he also has a particular someone to watch over you, but he never imagined that you’d be doing THIS

his heart just minutes ago was beating against his ribcage because his soulmate was in danger!!! he physically and literally cannot drown but that’s what it felt like

“i’m your soulmate?”

your breathless gasp explains it all

oh so...

oh my god how could you have nOT known this all along???

HOW COULD YOU BE SO OBLIVIOUS

taehyung probably acted this way and most especially that way when he ignored you!!!

you vaguely remember yoongi telling you that pearls PROBABLY mean a lot to taehyung even if the tone he’s used on you is beyond certain

the pearl ring was meant for courting!!!

that explains why yoongi gasped and looked at you inrcredulously!!!!

no he’s been courting you ALL this time

you are so..... insuffeable

“i’m so sorry!!”

you’ve crammed in twelve years of experience into two minutes of critical thinking, throwing your arms around taehyung and burying your face into his neck

he grunts a bit at that but he’s not complaining at all

“you mUST hate me,” you frown and the need to cry overpowers you, taehyung sensing it again which is why he immediately strokes your nape in comfort

“i could never.”

the waves come back and even if they’re present, the water was calming

you’re too entranced with tae and your realizations to even notice that the water felt so much better compared to when it was dead still

it’s when you hear a familiar set of giggles that you sNAP your head in anger

yOONGI????

yoongi’s much more near you now, floating and floating until you make the move to look down and see not a duvet cover, but rather a tangerine-colored tail by him

all you’ve been doing this day is squeaking

tae, although still a lil bit mad at yoongi because he’s endangered you, smiles at his informant who’s helped make him last through the week

“half-merman!! i’m sorry if i didn’t tell you sooner, y/n. but since tae’s full, that’s the reason he could only come on land once a month! and since i’m half, i could only come underwater once a month!!”

he grins at his explanation he’s been trying to piece together for the last couple of months

ok maybe years

it probably explained to why it’s no accident that he’s clicked with you instantly and he trusts you with his whole life!! you were truly a gentle human that’s an all-rounder

also explains to why yoongi wasn’t all THAT shocked when you brought him out one day on his first year of working and pleaded taehyung to rise up with only even his eyes blinking up at him

no wonder tae warmed up to yoongi quick even if he did say he had distrust with majority of humans!!

how could you not doubt for one second that it’s the reason why he’s always been really good at swimming too and holding his breath

yoongi chose his day of the month to be today because you were so down in the dumps, and aLSO for the reasoning that he missed the boys so that’s why he’s going down there in a heartbeat

taehyung pinches at your thigh, a bright grin on your face when you come face to face with him after waving yoongi goodbye

“are you gonna make me wait another twelve years more?”

he pecks your cheek and it doesn’t feel platonic anymore, a giddy smile in realization that you’ve finally come to your senses

“would you mind?”

://

the teasing lilt in your voice doesn’t seem to go anywhere anytime soon hee-hee

“maybe a little but-“

“no more waiting.”

you kiss taehyung and almost launch yourself at him, savoring the taste of him on your tongue that he has to grip your thighs around his waist a little tighter

yeah ur a little slow but ur spirits are high!! you’re on the right direction!!

you’re definitely worth waiting for

and panicking over

and courting

and loving

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kjhmyg · 4 years ago

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rough edges pt. 6 (m)

pairing: jungkook | (f) reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk, fluffy too :( warnings: mentions of drugs, unprotected sex, cursing, violence, alcohol, drinking, death, manhandling, college parties, boys lol word count: 10.7K

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author’s note: hello i love u. first of all welcome to ♡ libra season ♡ sorry this took so long; it feels kinda short so maybe i’ll post a short 1k chapter next week (part 6.5). i wrote the last half of the last part like an hour ago i hope i didnt make any big grammatical errors or typos lol. also dedicating this to my friend haru who i miss loads.

RE asks tag

What was a red mark on Jungkook’s cheek, has now turned purple-ish. He promises it doesn’t hurt anymore but you notice him mindlessly touching it at times. So you kiss it very gently each time you say goodbye and he doesn’t stop you.

With one arm around over the back of your chair, he’s feeding himself fries with the other. You lean against his shoulder, watching as he nibbles away. “Can’t keep your eyes off me huh?” He mutters.

“You know I can’t.” You admit, giggling into quick, continuous pecks. He lingers on a little longer on the last one like he always does.

“Will you guys save it for the bedroom?” Jimin asks, face twisted in disgust. He doesn’t really care, but it’s fun to tease Jungkook. “Gross.”

“Gross is you dipping fries in your coke.” Hana shakes her head at the soaked fry between his thumb and index finger.

"Don't be mad you don't have refined taste in food like me." He shoots back. “A soaked fry has equal parts sweet and salty.”

“You’re just gross.”

Hana’s realised it doesn’t take much to get under his skin and is enjoying every bit of it. The irony is that it always starts with Jimin trying to get under Jungkook’s skin. Next to Jimin, Taehyung’s phone has his undivided attention. In fact, he’s been rather quiet today, spending the last five minutes or so frowning at his screen.

“Tae, you alright?”

“No.” He sighs, finally looking up. “I have to get a job.”

“...And?”

“Well I don’t want to.” He says simply. “Can’t believe my parents are cutting off my allowance because I spend too much.” He uses air quotes.

Except for Jimin, the rest of you only manage blank stares, unable to sympathise with his first world problem. "Yeah, I’m sure those thousand dollar Balenciaga sneakers you got last week have nothing to do with it.” Jungkook says.

“Jungkook. They were limited edition.”

“A thousand dollars?” You say. “What the hell dude.”

“Okay can we stop talking about the past and focus on the present?” Leaning back against his chair and looking into the distance, Jimin places a comforting hand on his shoulder

“Don’t worry, we’ll find you a nice job.” Jimin says and he lets out a tiny whine, throwing his head back.

That’s when it hits you. You have no idea how, but it does. And you have no idea if it’ll work but you’re doing it anyway.

A clueless Hana raises a brow in question at the sudden look of mischief you give her. She braces herself for whatever you’re about to do, equally curious and worried. “Actually, you should apply at our café.” You say to Taehyung.

“They’re hiring?”

“Well not yet.” Turning back to her, you widen your eyes slightly, prompting Hana to play along. She quickly does, noticing Jungkook watching her over your shoulder. “I’m leaving soon so they’ll definitely need a replacement.”

“You’re quitting?” Jungkook asks, sitting up straight. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” The little head shake you give isn’t enough to convince him. “I just wanna work somewhere else. Anyway, you’d like working there Tae. It’s nice.” The other boy perks up, seemingly interested.

Hana agrees, explaining the details of your work and what it’s like there. While they talk, Jungkook squeezes your shoulder to get your attention, “Are you sure nothing happened? Creeps harassing you again?”

“No, really.” You say, hand over his cheek. “I just want a change of environment. The job’s getting boring.”

The worry in his eyes gradually disappears as he seems to accept it. He gives a soft okay for now. Looking away, you let out a silent sigh of relief. On the inside, the rational side of you is yelling her head off. What possessed you to decide to quit your job for no good reason? This plan is banking on the chance that Jungkook will let you join him at the club. Which when you think about it, is very unlikely to happen.

Yet, another part of you is excited. Your mind is in a frenzy. Convincing yourself you’ll figure the details out later, you silently thank Taehyung and his Balenciagas for handing you this opportunity.

"Oh hey, we better get going." Jimin says, looking at the time on his phone. "We'll see you guys tonight?"

The girls of Eta Iota are hosting a party tonight. Naturally, the boys get invited and by association, you too. Sunhee’s cashing in on your promise of taking her to one, so you have to go even if it’s just to hang around for a while then leave. You part ways with Jimin and Tae as Jungkook gives Hana and you a ride back. He walks with you to the lobby of your place, where you tell Hana to head up first.

Right by the stairwell, he leans against the wall and holds you in his arms, between his legs. “Are you sure you wanna quit your job?”

"Yessss, I’m sure. I wanna work somewhere else." Resting your chin on his chest, you look up at him. "It's cute that you're worried about me."

“Of course I am.” He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll help you keep a lookout for places that are hiring.”

You smile gleefully up at him. Oh, he’s going to help you get a new job alright. Just not in the way he’s thinking. Already, you feel bad for lying to him. But you keep telling yourself you’re doing this for him.

He doesn’t let you go so easily when you try and remove yourself, not giving up his hold on you. When you pry his hands off, he tugs you right back in, locking you in his arms as kisses land all over your face. “Stop,” you laugh, “someone might see us.” But you don’t look around to check for anyone. He doesn’t care either.

He lifts you up easily, wrapping your legs around him. Switching positions, you now feel the cool wall against your back. “Should we skip the party tonight?” He asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“You have to go. It’s part of your fraternity sorority socialising thingy thing.” He rolls his eyes at that. “Plus, I promised Sunhee I’d go with her.”

"Fine. But I’m only going ‘cause you’re going."

“So I’ll see you there, okay?” He nods in response as his hold on you loosens. A peck on the cheek and you’re going up the stairs, one step at a time, hand still holding on to his. As it slips away, he squeezes his chest with his other hand and groans in mock pain.

“Silly,” you mutter between giggles. He breaks character and skips up the steps to get another kiss from you. At this rate he would never leave.

“Jungkook seriously,” you say against his lips, leaning back to separate yourself from him, “you should go now. I’ll see you later anyway.”

He complies and lets you go, but not without releasing a very dramatic sigh. You hurry up the steps before he changes his mind, looking down over the railing as you go, waving your goodbye.

𝄖𝄖

Purple, purple everywhere. The Etas had decided to do their rush party while celebrating their anniversary. Which explains why the decorations are of their ‘official’ colour. Purple balloons, cups, banners, napkins.

“This is so fun!” Sunhee squeals, coming up to hug you from behind. “I’ve made a bunch of new friends!” She squeals again and hurries off elsewhere, leaving you and Hana once again.

“I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.” Hana comments, taking a sip of her drink.

“Aren’t you?” You nudge her side. “You’ve had like four guys come up and give you their number. Don’t act like you’re not having fun.”

“I guess I’m havin’ a lil’ fun…” she mumbles towards the end, sipping on her drink with a tiny smile. She’s holding up much better than you thought she would. Much better than you at least, she doesn’t seem too bothered by the constant yelling.

There’s no reason to worry about Sunhee. She’d clung on to you earlier when you arrived together as promised, like you’re her ticket in. As soon as you passed through the doors, a couple of girls from the host house came up to greet you. While it was a little awkward for you, Sunhee saw her chance and took it. She’s been hanging out with them since.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Hana asks. She’s still unsure about your plan. You had gotten an earful from her earlier on, back at the apartment. Only after you promised, pinky promised and swore you’d be safe, did she finally calm down.

“Somewhere.” It’s crowded enough to not be able to see the other end of the room. You crane your neck to see better. “Don’t know if I can find him with all these people around.”

“Go.” Her pretty, long eyelashes flutter over her eyes as she looks at you. “Don’t worry about me.”

You’re hesitant to leave, but she reiterates that she’d be fine and you finally nod, much to her relief. She has Jimin and Taehyung with her anyway, she says, nodding over to the pair a few feet away.

Before disappearing into the crowd, you turn back to let her know you might not see her for the rest of the night. But she’s read your mind, waving her hands at you. “You’ll be with Jungkook, I know.”

“Text me when you get home. I love you.” You blow her a kiss and watch her roll her eyes, then push through bodies of people to get to a different part of the house. There’s way too many people here. Most of them tower at least a head over you, disrupting your view. Your phone vibrates just as you enter the biggest room of the house which gives you a little more maneuvering space than the previous one.

Jungkook: u look great

Slowly, you turn in the spot you’re in, paying close attention to each section of the room.

Jungkook: i like pink

Jungkook: ur ass looks great in those jeans btw

You: reveal yourself

He doesn’t respond and you continue to wander around, until you reach a short hallway separating the kitchen area from the previous room. With more room to breathe, you decide to stay put knowing Jungkook won’t keep this up for long anyway. And you’re right.

"Looking for me?" His hot breath tickles your ear.

Spinning around, you're greeted by his wide grin and immediately hate how good he looks in a simple white tee with his house name, Kappa Sigma embedded on the left chest, and tucked into black jeans, "Hey you." He tastes like fruit punch when you kiss him.

Your bodies sway slightly to the music with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. He reaches behind, pulling something out of his back pocket and holds it up in front of you. “Lollipop?”

“It’s...purple.” You take it from him, observing its odd colour, wondering if this was even necessary.

“I know.” He chuckles. “They really go all out.”

You shrug, unwrapping the sweet and pop it in your mouth. “So, you wanna get out of here?” He asks.

“But I thought you liked parties,” you blink, “socialising, hooking up.”

“I know you’re making fun of me but it’s kinda hot when you talk like that.” He eyes the way your lips wrap around the lollipop, unconsciously mirroring the movement of your tongue licking the layer of sugar off your lips, suddenly going thirsty.

You shove him in the chest and he laughs, stepping back. “I’ve been here less than an hour.” You say. Although, it’s not like you were planning to stay long anyway. You know that, he knows that.

“You won’t miss a thing, trust me.” He hooks an arm over your shoulder. “Besides, we can get started on the hooking up part.” He winks.

You leave through the back, avoiding the large crowd up front. You quickly send a text to Hana to let her know you’re leaving. Out on the lawn, you walk past a group of guys drunkenly singing to their heart's content and you flash them a thumbs up despite how horrible they sound.

The Eta Iota house is just a few houses down from the boys’ and you walk back hand in hand, swinging your arms as you go. Jungkook watches your smile, and the way you laugh when your arms swing so far back that it throws you off balance and you almost fall. “You look good.” He says, softly.

“I know, you told me.” You say without sparing him a glance. “I look good in pink. And these jeans are good for my ass.”

“No.” His voice is as soft as his smile. Looking at him then, you notice the tender look in his eyes. “I mean you look good when you’re happy. It’s nice. Does that make sense? I don’t know.”

Your heart leaps at the way he looks away almost shyly, focusing entirely on the ground as he walks, his other hand in his pocket. You close the gap between you and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you too.”

The rest of the short walk back goes in comfortable silence, you still lightly swinging your arms. But as you reach the front of the house, Jungkook pauses. It surprises you when he decides to take a walk in the park instead. You give him curious glances along the way, wondering what’s gotten into him. It’s a ten minute walk from his place to a park that’s your go-to for impromptu date nights.

You walk past groups of people hanging around, laughing with food on large picnic mats. Finally you opt for an empty space on the grass, not too far away from others there but secluded enough to have some privacy.

“Oh my god, look at the clouds.” They’re big and fluffy, floating through the dark sky. “I wish we could see the stars. That’d be perfect.”

Jungkook follows your gaze. “There are places where you can do that you know.”

“Yeah, I’d love to go one day.” You say with a heavy sigh.

“We could go together.” Jungkook says, making you look at him. “Like a vacation.”

“Aw. I’d love that.”

He smiles sweetly, then turns in place to face you. “I went to look for places which were hiring earlier.”

“You did? Why?”

“Aren’t you...quitting your job?” He looks at you confused. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“Yeah but, there’s no rush.”

“Just wanna make sure you have something to fall back on.” He says, checking his phone. “So, the bakery right next to the cafe is hiring.”

“Jungkook,” you laugh, “I can’t quit and then take up a job next door!”

“I know but, just in case.” He goes on, looking upwards as he recalls. “The school’s also looking for a part-time librarian⎼”

“Baby no, that’s so boring.” You groan. “I thought I’d look for something more...exciting. Like a routesetter maybe?”

“I didn’t know you rock climb?”

“Oh I don’t.” He looks at you with a blank expression on his face. “What? I can learn to!”

"You're weird." He shakes his head and taps your nose. "Why would you wanna go out of your way for a part time job?"

"Cause...it's fun?"

"Even you don't believe that."

"You're right." The wheels in your head turn at full speed, trying to make this as natural as possible. You have to be careful, Jungkook's way too attentive when it comes to you. "Okay, I'll be honest."

He perks up. Face filled with curiosity, as if ready to say I knew it, that something was up, and that you wouldn't leave your job over nothing.

"I'm quitting because…" You gulp. "I want to spend more time with you."

"What?"

"Don't be mad." You add in quickly. "I just thought that I'd get to have more time to spare for you if I wasn't always working."

Eyes closed, he lets out a sigh and drops his head with a little shake. The small smile and amused look in his eyes makes you smile too. “Are you serious? Are you running a fever?” He places the back of his palm against your forehead and then checks the pulse on your wrist.

“I’m fine.” You snatch your hand back.

“The Y/N I know wouldn’t make impulsive decisions like this.” He quirks a brow, “You know you need that job. How else will you pay rent? Get groceries? You don’t ever let me pay for anything.”

“I’ll find a job with less hours.”

“Less hours, less pay.” He lifts your chin up, pouty lips calling him in. “Don’t be silly baby, you’re not leaving your job.”

“Too late.”

“What d’you mean?”

“I...may have...emailed my resignation...earlier on.”

He groans and you cringe when he shoots you a look of disapproval. You give your best kicked puppy look which doesn’t work. “This doesn’t happen often but I’m really mad at you right now.”

“Don’t be.” You scoot closer and when he turns his head away, you move onto his lap, forcing him in an embrace. “I’ll find something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Go back to work tomorrow and speak to your manager. Tell him you’ve changed your mind.” He asks seriously. “I’ll go and have coffee during every one of your shifts so we’re technically spending time together.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m the silly one?”

“Okay fine, I’m sorry.” You sigh. “I didn’t think things through…”

“You’re damn right you didn’t.” He rests his head in his palm. “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“Spend more time with you?” You inch even closer, if it’s even possible with how you’re already sticking to him like glue. He doesn’t reply right away but squeezes you in his hold, resting his cheek on your head. “Are you still angry?”

“Yes.”

You lift your head off him for a kiss. When he sighs this time, he feels the anger dissipating. At the same time he curses the way his body betrays him when it comes to you. You can barely tell he’s upset with the way he responds so eagerly. The pleased look you give him after has him rolling his eyes. “You can’t be mad at me. I’m cute.”

“True.” He leans back, hands on the grass behind him. “But, we are going to look for job postings online tonight.”

“But mom!” You whine, folding your arms in front of you.

“No buts.”

“Not even my butt?” Blinking innocently at him, you add in a little head tilt until he breaks and starts grinning. “Thought you liked my butt.”

He falls onto the grass, laughing in disbelief and you steady yourself on his chest. “What has gotten into you?” He says, watching as you hover over him. “You’re acting so weird.”

“No I’m not. I’m just happy, like you said.” You kiss him on the nose. “You’re the weird one. Nagging at me about getting a job. Being a responsible adult and stuff.”

He flips over, switching your positions so that he’s hovering over you now. Almost immediately, you’re distracted by how dreamy he looks with the view of the night sky behind him. You run your thumb over one side of his cheek. “You did this to me. Plus I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry. I can pull some strings and get you a job somewhere fun.”

He rolls over to your side and lets you rest your head under his arm, both of you watching the sky. You shift even closer, slinging one leg over his and draw circles on his chest. “Hey I mean, worse comes to worst, I could always come and work for you.”

Surprisingly, he laughs. Really hard. You lift yourself up and rest on your elbow to watch him. “Nice one.” He sighs. Then he notices the way you’re looking at him, face void of expression and brows up in question. “What? You were serious?”

“Slightly offended that you thought it was that funny but yes, I was.”

He raises a brow at you. “You? Want to work at a club? Doing what?”

“Bartender? Cleaner?”

“Don’t even joke about that, our cleaners are our most valuable staff. They clean, sanitise, then double sanitise, wipe up vomit, make sure the booths aren’t lined with nasty fluids.”

Your face twists in horror and he nods, proving his point. “Okay...fine so I’m not qualified enough for that. But bartending? I can do that.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He gets up and you follow. He ruffles the back of his head and dusts of the grains on his hands. “Baby, you’re not working there. I won’t allow it.”

“But𝄖”

“Y/N, I said no.” There was no room to argue, not even cheekily. He didn't raise his voice, but the tone he took was enough. Easing the firm stare he gave you as he said it, he turns his attention to his phone as it beeps.

𝄖𝄖

"Lucky for you, I told the manager you just needed a break to focus on school," Hana yawns, pulling up the blanket to her face, "you can come back anytime."

"You want me to give up?"

"Only because your plan is dangerous."

"Hana, I'm not giving up."

She sighs, turning over to the other side. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m tired.”

You push yourself off her bed and sit on the edge, thinking. Quietly, you pull open the drawer by her bed, fumbling around until you feel what you’re looking for. The little paper you tore out of Jungkook’s notebook. When he started sleeping over, you had asked Hana to keep it safe for you. You stare at the address. You hadn’t gotten round to visiting the place, especially since you don’t even know what you’re looking for.

“Turn off the light when you leave, will you?” Hana mumbles half-asleep.

You leave the piece of paper and close the drawer.

𝄖𝄖

Two days later, you’re back at his place. The guys are all over, making sure the house is ready for a party tonight. Each of them were assigned different tasks to settle to save time. When you arrived, Hoseok made sure to separate Jungkook from you, for the sake of efficiency, so you’re stuck in the kitchen with Jimin. Helping him with the cleaning, you listen mindlessly as he rambles on about something. He yells at every guy that enters and tries to steal some snacks but sneaks some into his mouth when no one’s looking.

Just as you’re done wiping down the chip bowls, Jungkook walks in with dark stains all over his shirt and face. He chugs down half a bottle of orange juice from the fridge before opening a bag of gummies placed on the table for the party which has Jimin groaning.

“What happened to you?”

“Car oil needed changing. Cleaned up under the hood too.”

“What?” Jimin shrieks. “You were working on your car this entire time?”

“Yeah?”

“While the rest of us were preparing for the party? Unbelievable!” He huffs, “You were supposed to fix the first floor bathroom⎼”

Jungkook signals for him to stop, holding up a palm. “Fine, I’ll go do it now.” He reaches out for your hand and continues to nod at everything Jimin says as he tags you along, the nagging fading away as you run upstairs.

“You should really go and help out.” You say, plopping down on his bed with a bounce.

Jungkook hums, “I will. Later.”

Sniffing the shirt he has on, he lets out a disapproving grunt. He removes it in one swoop and tosses it into a basket. You watch quietly as he steps closer, eyes fixed on yours. He leans forward and your hands grip the sheets as you lean back, looking at him expectantly. Then his arm moves past your head and reaches for another shirt on the bed, behind you. He snickers and you slap his shoulder.

“I’m leaving.”

“Aw, come on, don’t go.” He jumps into bed and grabs you. He leans on his side, propped up on his elbow, hand on your middle.

“I have to get some groceries.” You play with his hair. “Then I’m gonna freshen up and come back here in time for the party.”

“Great, I’ll drive you.”

“No, you stay. Fix the bathroom.”

“But I don’t want to.” He groans, and rolls over onto you. Almost naturally, your legs wrap around him and he starts kissing your neck, moving down to your chest, pulling down your shirt. You stop him, giggling. “Why do you always wanna leave when we kiss?” He frowns.

“Why do you always kiss me when I’m leaving?”

“‘Cause I don’t want you to leave."

The smell of your skin makes him smile. It smells like...home.

You feel his weight slowly get heavier on you as his body relaxes and melts into yours, nestling his face into your neck. He almost drifts to sleep with the way you’re rubbing his back. When you ruffle his hair, he lifts his head and claims a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Kookie.”

You giggle as he drops his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Groaning, he recalls the night Suga found out about the nickname. He has since, constantly used it on Jungkook whenever he can. “He’s never letting that go. Thanks a lot.”

“I’m sorry.” You laugh, chest moving under him. “I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was saying.”

Supporting his weight on one arm, he hovers above you while his free hand brushes past the side of your face. “You don’t remember anything you said that night?”

“No.” That can’t be good. You scan his face. “Why? Did I say something weird?”

“No. Just wondering.” He says gently, expression slowly changing into a smile that makes you forget you were even worried a second ago. “Don’t get drunk anymore. Suga likes you way too much when you’re drunk.”

“Does he?” You laugh, cupping his face. If Suga likes you, you can use this to your advantage. You can’t wait to tell Hana your plan worked.

When Jungkook hears the sound of his name being called from somewhere around the house, he groans and sinks into you again. You push him off you with much difficulty, laughing as he keeps plopping back down into you.

“Okay, they need you. I’m leaving so you can focus. I’ll come back later.” You say, when you finally manage to escape. Reluctantly, he follows behind as you walk down the stairs.

Just as you reach the bottom of the steps, you’re being pulled to the side, against the wall where he corners you into, hands on either side. “I’ll be waiting, so you better show up.” Down your back, up your front, his hands run over your body till they rest just under your jaw, making you lift your chin towards him. Breath hitching in your throat, he carefully brings his lips to yours, teasing a soft touch. Then he lets go.

He smiles like nothing happened and you catch your breath before racing to the front door. You hear a soft chuckle and turn to see him winking at you as he goes in the other direction. Hearing voices from the kitchen where the meeting has started, you quickly close the door behind you, ignoring the pulsing between your thighs.

𝄖𝄖

With a basketful of groceries, you stroll through the store, looking for anything you might have missed out. As you walk, you notice from afar, standing right in front of the refrigerated section your new friend Namjoon. You head straight for him, a little bounce in your step. When you stop right next to him, he turns slowly and carefully.

“Oh. It’s you.” He says as he realises.

“Getting some groceries?” You ask, looking at the shelf then back at him.

“Oh just,” he lifts up a bottle of juice, “getting my orange juice. I see you’re getting your monthly supply. You alone?”

“Yeah I am.” You nod, “My roommate’s busy with school stuff.”

“Right.” He smiles, then it seems like a thought comes to him. “Hey, you’re going for the party tonight right?”

“What? How’d you know about that?” You look at him confused.

“I have friends too you know.”

“But, you can’t come. You’re technically faculty.” You say, putting down your basket to fold your arms in front of you and stare him down. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

He chuckles, then points and holds up a finger in front of you. “Actually, I’m an external instructor. So technically, I’m not faculty.”

“How convenient.” You eye him down.

“Fine, fine.” He sighs. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party, okay? I just wanna mingle.”

“Hm.” You chew on your bottom lip. Seems genuine enough. You can’t help but wonder if he’s there for something else. How will that go down with Jungkook? “An instructor looking to mingle with his students...definitely no red flags there.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Come on, I’m not that much older than you. And I’m not that kinda person.”

“That’s what they all say.” You shrug. “Well, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“Cool.” He winks. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He walks off way too quickly, like he’s avoiding something and heads straight for the checkout counter. Of course you know why he’d go to a college party; the perfect place to sell his drugs. You can’t figure out if you should let Jungkook know about Namjoon. But then again, he almost always knows what’s going on. And he’d be uneasy knowing you know so much.

You pick up your basket off the floor and head for checkout yourself. Barely making ten steps, you notice someone leaning against the side of a shelf, watching you with his arms crossed, mischievous smile on his face. Your other new friend. How coincidental.

“Suga.” You say, a tone way too excited for his liking but he nods anyway. You walk over to him and stand awkwardly before him, holding your basket with both hands in front of you. “Hi.”

“Hey cutie.” He searches for someone behind you. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“Oh he’s back at home.” You smile. “They’re getting ready for rush week. And the party tonight.”

“Am I invited?”

“Oh, um…” You can tell he’s joking, but you can’t be too sure. How interesting would it be to have Jungkook, Namjoon and Suga in one place. You wonder what would happen if they met.

You chuckle nervously without giving an answer and he shrugs it off. “I was kidding.”

“I guess you can come if you want to.” You say with a tiny shrug. “I’m sure Jungkook won’t mind.”

He changes the subject almost immediately, offering to help you carry your basket, which you politely decline. He walks with you to the counter. “So who was that guy you were talking to?”

Oh, he’s an instructor from school and also the new drug dealer in town. “Oh him? He’s the new self-defense instructor on campus.”

“Really?” He looks amused, and bites his bottom lip in a half-smile. “Cool. And you guys are friends?”

“Yeah. Kinda.” You place your basket on the counter and help the cashier to unload the items to scan. You don’t notice the way Suga laughs silently to himself, shaking his head.

“You know what, I gotta go.” Suga says, walking backwards towards the exit. You don’t even manage to reply to him before he takes off. “Let’s drink again sometime soon!”

𝄖𝄖

Hana is less than pleased to know about your run-ins. She looks at you with daggers in her eyes. “You have to stop this. He obviously knows your plan."

"Stop overreacting. How could he possibly know that?"

She shrugs. The loud music drowns out your voices from being overheard by those around you. "It's hard to believe it was a coincidence running into him.” She says and you sigh, choosing to ignore her.

The last you saw Jungkook, he was laughing away with a group of people. You didn’t want to bother him, he’d be busy anyway trying to get freshies on his side. But it’s been a while and now you don’t see him anywhere.

While Hana mingles, you go off to look for him. In the kitchen, you find Jimin doing shots of something that doesn’t look edible with a bunch of guys cheering him on. But no Jungkook. You peek out on the deck out back but he’s not there either. A hand on the sliding doors, you sigh and step out into the courtyard, breathing in air that doesn’t smell like sweat.

You pause when you step down the stairs and spot something, squinting at the sight of two guys in the far end of the backyard, right by the bush-lined fence. Recognising that jacket, you realise one of them is Jungkook. He then pulls something out of his pocket and shakes hands with the other guy. You turn back before he spots you. Probably just a polite handshake. Maybe with an old friend. Yup.

Step back inside, you’re being stopped by a hand on your arm. “You look flustered.” He says.

“Hi Hoseok.” You force a smile. “It’s warm in here.”

His eyes flicker over to the backyard and back at you. “This is what he does at parties. It’s how he distributes them.”

“So?” You look around uncomfortably.

“I know you don’t like it either.” He stops you before you can reply. “Can you meet me outside in ten minutes? It’s important.”

“You’re already here, what is it? No one’s paying any attention to us anyway.”

“I can’t.”

The sceptical look you give him has him feeling restless. “Trust me, it’s very important.”

From the tone of his voice, he sounds sincere. You don’t want to, but do you want to risk not knowing something that could help you help Jungkook? You hate this. After a long pause, you nod reluctantly. “Fine.”

Neither of you realised the two figures approaching until they’re walking up the steps. Hoseok and you share a look, as if pleading to the other to act normal. As they reach the door, you see now that Jae is the other guy. He greets you as he walks past, then blends into the crowd. Behind him, Jungkook spares you a curious look at the little exchange. He then notices Hoseok’s presence.

“What’s going on?” He looks back and forth at the two of you. “You look upset.”

“Hm? Oh no, I’m fine.” You muster up your best smile. “We were just talking about the guy who puked in the sink earlier.”

“Speaking of which, I should go make sure he’s not puking elsewhere.” Hoseok says, taking his leave.

You can’t tell if Jungkook bought that but he doesn’t question it. His demeanour changes as soon as Hoseok leaves, directing his attention on you. “He wasn’t bothering you, was he?”

“No.” You smile. “I ran into him while looking for some food.”

“Oh⎼”

He doesn’t get a chance to continue when someone he knows slaps him on the back. They chat for a while as he keeps you close next to him, even when you try to pry his fingers off. The other guy drags him somewhere but before he goes, he turns to you. “Grab some food and meet me upstairs, I’ll just be a second.” He winks, stealing a kiss.

“You don’t have to. I’ll just come find you later on it’s fine𝄖”

“You’re not getting rid of me babe.” He jokes and you let out an awkward laugh as he goes.

You haven’t mastered being in two places at once, you’re not a ninja. And in a few minutes, Hoseok will be waiting for you outside. And Jungkook upstairs. You groan, searching the cabinets for some snacks before heading up to Jungkook’s room.

That’s when you notice a familiar blond head among the crowd you. It distracts you. You could’ve sworn that was Suga. But too many people are blocking your line of sight. As you reach the spot you had possibly seen him, he’s gone. You don’t have time to think about this. Swiftly, you run up the steps and head right for Jungkook’s door. And of course, a familiar face exits the washroom on the same floor.

“Namjoon.”

“Why do you look so surprised to see me?” He raises a brow with a playful smile on his face. “I told you I was coming.

You shake your head and look behind you. “Nothing I was just⎼”

“Hogging all the snacks?” He gestures towards the food you’re cradling in your arms and you laugh.

“There’s more downstairs.” You reassure him.

As if on cue, footsteps move swiftly up the stairs and you glance behind to find Jungkook halfway up, a cautious look on his face as he approaches you. Namjoon nods politely. For a moment it’s like you can no longer hear the music blasting, enveloped by the awkward silence.

“Uh, Jungkook this is Namjoon.” You notice the way his jaw clenches as he takes Namjoon’s outstretched hand in his. “And this is Jungkook.”

“The boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” He flashes a blinding smile Jungkook’s way.

“Likewise.”

Namjoon reads the room well and you’re thankful for it. He excuses himself, saving you from having to grease the conversation any further. “See you guys around.” He says, leaving.

Jungkook opens the door for you and you drop the snacks on his table. His fingers immediately wrap around you, lifting you up and throwing you onto the bed. “Finally." He mutters pulling you in.

You giggle nervously as he kisses you all over, pulling away from him. He shoots you a confused look. "Wait I...need the toilet."

He throws his head back but moves aside to let you go. "Okay. I'll wait."

Hurrying out, you close the door and run downstairs, rushing past the sea of bodies to the front door. Once outside, you look around scanning the few faces there for him. Hoseok stands around the corner at the side of the house and calls out your name.

The front and back of the house is well lit, but not the sides. Both of you stand in the shadows by the wall, waiting for him to speak. But he doesn't, instead, he looks around anxiously.

"Hoseok, what is it? You said this is important!" You hiss. "I can't be too long, Jungkook's waiting for me."

"Just give him a second, he'll be here."

"Who?"

"He's here." His eyes focus on a man wearing a navy sweatshirt, hoodie pulled up so you can't really see who it is. He only pulls it down when he joins you in the shadows.

"Hi."

"Y/N, this is Seokjin. He works with my friend."

"Oh. Hello." You watch him curiously. If you could describe a smile as being trustworthy, it would be his.

"Thanks for meeting me," he starts, "I’ll make it quick. It's about a case I'm sure the two of you are familiar with. Actually, I'm here to speak to you, Y/N."

"Me?" You ask, worrying.

"As you know we have an agent working undercover. He's seen you around and since you know about this operation, he’s worried you might get too close, given your relationship with one of the suspects involved. We want to make sure you stay out of it as much as possible."

"But I'm not doing anything to jeopardise the operation."

"We know." He nods, "But still, we have to emphasise that these people are dangerous. You do not want to get involved. You shouldn’t know about this operation in the first place, but nothing we can do about that now.”

Hoseok’s eyes downcast and hands hide in his pockets, knowing he wasn’t supposed to reveal anything to you. “He’s okay right?” He asks softly.

“He’s fine. He personally contacted me to speak with you. And he’s sorry he hasn’t answered his phone, it’s too risky.”

“Who’s this guy again? Do I know him?” You ask.

“You already know too much as it is. I can’t reveal the name of our agent. We can’t risk him getting exposed, it could cost him his life.”

Silence ensues. It’s uncomfortable to think about how someone could literally die from an unfortunate slip of the tongue. You wait for someone to diffuse the tension. Hoseok looks like he’s in thought, opening his mouth to speak then stopping. Seokjin beats him to it. “In case it’s not clear enough, your plan ends here Y/N.”

How does he⎼ oh. So that’s why Hoseok looks troubled. You stare him down and mutter through clenched teeth. “You told him.”

“I didn’t mean to!” He spits out. “When Seokjin called me earlier, I got reminded of you. I had to tell him. And I know you wouldn’t listen to me anyway, so I got him to come here.”

“Listen. I just want to help Jungkook, that’s all.” You sigh. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

“I get it. Hoseok’s explained it to me.” It’s Seokjin’s turn to sigh. “Doesn’t matter what your intentions are, it’s best if you stay away.”

You look helplessly over at Hoseok, then reluctantly agree with a nod. “I’ll try.”

“No, you see, this isn’t a request. It’s an order. There is a chance you’ll get convicted as part of the group if you don’t keep your distance. Is that what you want?”

“No. But𝄖”

“Good, so we’re on the same page.”

“No, we’re not.” Huffing, you step closer to him. “I’m not doing this for fun. I’m trying to get my boyfriend out of there.”

“I understand. But there’s no telling what could happen. Let us handle it. If he’s innocent, then you don’t have anything to worry about. The most important thing here is that you don’t end up getting caught up in the mess. Do you really want to be associated with criminals?”

“Jungkook’s not a criminal.”

Seokjin holds up his hands in a surrender. “That’s not what I meant.”

Hoseok gulps, gently touching your arm. “Y/N please. Let them handle it.”

“I am letting them handle it.” You say stubbornly before turning back to Seokjin. “Look, I’m just here for Jungkook. Tell that to your guy. I won’t stand in the way of the operation.”

“You do know that this is all off the record?” Seokjin starts, “That means even though our undercover, as well as I, am aware that you’re not involved, if by any chance you’re caught with drugs or anything illegal at the time of the raid, you might get convicted. There will be no records to show that you’re innocent.”

“I understand.”

“Alright.” Seokjin pulls his hoodie back up. Now you can only faintly see the bottom half of his face. “Take care. Remember, no one else can know about this.”

He takes off in quick steps, round the corner and down the street. Hoseok fidgets in his spot, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t make him do this to scare you or anything. Promise.”

“I know, Hoseok.” You smile softly. “But you get it right? Why I’m doing this?”

“Yeah...” he trails off for a moment, then continues. “You saw him earlier didn’t you?”

“I did.” You shake your head with a sigh, “Trust me okay? I’m doing everything I can to help Jungkook, like you wanted me to.”

“I never wanted this. I don’t want you to get hurt if things don’t go as planned.”

“Whatever happens after, I’ll deal with it then.”

𝄖𝄖

Feeling numb, the walk back upstairs feels like you’re on autopilot, barely hearing the buzzing of the crowd. You take a deep breath before turning the knob of Jungkook’s door, willing yourself to forget the last ten minutes ever happened. He’d read you like a book in this state.

But your bright smile is wasted on an empty room.

“Jungkook?”

𝄖𝄖

The next day, you're sitting on the running track, soaked in sweat after a long session of track and field. The coach bids his goodbye as the team continues their cooling down stretches. Hana plops down next to you. “So?”

“What?”

“You wanna talk about it?” She asks, picking dirt off of your cheek with her thumb. “You seemed really out of it last night. Barely spoke the whole day today…”

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head. “Just thinking.”

You decided not to tell her about Seokjin and everything that was said last night. For now at least. She already has reservations about your plan as it is, telling her about Seokjin would just freak her out even more.

“Jungkook called you yet?”

“Mhm.” Technically it was a text, wishing you good morning with a kissy face emoji. Not wanting to make a big deal out of the night before, you reply as you normally would. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just tired actually.”

She hangs an arm over your shoulder and gives you a side hug. “No more parties for you.”

“Yeah they’re kinda lame aren’t they?” You laugh.

After grabbing your stuff, you’re headed for the locker room. You're too deep in thought to realise the girls on your team giggling around you. It isn't until Hana nudges you then nods to bleachers that you realise your boyfriend is waiting for you. He salutes the other ladies with a winning smile as they walk off, before getting off his butt.

The girls mutter quietly, and you hear the words lucky and they're so cute as they leave you. Hana waves to Jungkook before walking ahead. Jungkook trots down the steps and lifts you in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.”

“That’s okay,” he smiles, swaying you side to side, “not the first time I have you all sweaty in my arms.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs, then starts swinging your hands as you walk back. “Hey sorry about last night."

"Oh it’s fine. Don't worry about it." You say, with a shake of your head, looking at the ground. "You're a busy man, I know."

"Can I make it up to you? Tonight?"

"Alright." You nod. "I gotta shower first though. And you have to give me a ride back to get some fresh clothes."

"No need to dress up."

"But I want to." You pout and he chuckles.

The sound of whistling and yelling coming from the field gets your attention. It's the soccer team, practice still ongoing. It only just occurred to you that you haven't seen Jungkook there in a while.

"Why aren't you practicing with them anymore? Did you quit?"

Jungkook looks at you with an amused look on his face. "Y/N, I was never part of the team."

"Huh?" You stop in your tracks. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you on that field running after the ball."

"Yeah but I was never really on the team." He reiterates. Now you're confused. "I only practiced with them so I could watch you during track and field."

"What?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm on the basketball team."

Honestly, you hadn’t made the connection that it’s impossible for him to be on both the soccer and basketball teams until now. "No wait, you joined them just to watch me?"

"Yes and no?" He shrugs proudly. "At first it was because I got kicked off the basketball team. Then we started dating. I got to see you every practice. Then I got reinstated on the basketball team. And I didn't wanna stop seeing you during practice so I kept going. Until now."

"Jungkook that is𝄖"

"Sweet?"

"Lowkey creepy."

He lets out a tiny gasp with a look of betrayal on his face. "But...I wanted to see you."

You laugh at the utter disappointment he shows and pat his face, though it feels like a light slap, before running off making him chase after you.

𝄖𝄖

Laying on the hood of his car, with his arm under your neck, Jungkook listens to you talk about anything and everything. In your favourite spot, parked by the beach so you get the cool breeze and the gentle sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

He enjoys listening to you talk about your life; what your childhood was like, what kind of trouble you used to get into, your family. It’s like peeling off a new layer every time. Who knew you used to bully the bully as a kid? And let’s not forget that time you got detention for smoking in school but you only did it to get your dad’s attention so that he would stop dating the evil girlfriend who threatened to send you off to boarding school.

“Baby are you...a troublemaker?” He muses and you laugh.

“Well I was. I grew out of it.” You shrug and look up at him. “Kinda.”

“Would’ve never guessed. You’re so shy. And good.”

“Yeah. Once I realised how my behaviour was affecting people’s liking towards me, I changed.”

He smiles tenderly at you, always so full of surprises. You play with the hem of his sweater, then look up at him. “What about you? You haven’t told me anything about your past.”

Not once has he shared his own stories. You never asked because you didn’t want to pressure him. But you’re almost out of stories yourself.

Jungkook looks up at the sky for a while. You sense the hesitance. “There’s nothing much to say.”

“What about...your family? Do you have any siblings?”

There’s no reply, only the sound of the waves crashing and a distant laughter from a group of friends on the beach. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Propping yourself up on your elbow, you see now the faint sparkle in his eyes. Could be the cool breeze making his eyes water. He blinks it away when you stare. “We can talk about other things.”

He smiles as his eyes scan your face before you’re snuggling into his side again. “I like hearing your stories.”

“But I’ve told you everything.”

“What about your first kiss?”

You groan. “I’ve told you that one. It was during camp. He pushed me into the lake after that because it was all a dare.”

“Oh right and then you threw all his clothes into the lake as revenge.”

“Yeah.” You laugh. “It was pretty funny.”

He laughs thinking about tiny Y/N lugging a big bag full of clothes and dumping it into a lake as the owner yells in horror. Who knew you had it in you. You’re always so calm and by the book, it’s almost like a whole other person.

“Can you tell me about your tattoo?” You look up at him.

He smirks, turning his head to the side towards the arm it’s on. It’s a tiger head on the upper bicep of his right arm. Made up of shapes, lines, squiggles, it has sharp piercing eyes. It’s beautiful, really. “It’s just something to represent my loyalty towards my brothers.”

You’ve never seen this mark on the other frat boys, so you assume he’s talking about his other group of brothers. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“Mhm.” It’s tough to crack him. He never reveals more than what he thinks you need to know.

After a while, you pluck up the courage to ask him about the job. “Have you thought about what we discussed?” You ask softly, playing with his fingers.

“What did we discuss?”

“About the job,” you remove yourself from him again and this time get on your knees, “about me working at the club?”

He sighs, looking at you like the stubborn teenager in your stories. “I already told you no.”

“You won’t even consider it.” You pout.

He smiles, surprisingly. “After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that you’ve been rejected. You don't have what it takes.”

“Rude!” You huff, “I have all that it takes.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do! I’m tough.” You spit out. You strike an awkward pose, doing something weird with your arms. “I have swag.”

It makes him laugh so hard he starts tearing and almost choke on his saliva. Embarrassed, you laugh along, hitting him on his chest. Cheeks hurting from all that, he opens his arms. “Come here you.”

You drop into him, mostly to hide your face in his shoulder. He holds you tight, a content sigh escapes him as he does. “I love you so much.” He says into your ear.

Lifting your head up to face him, he smiles tenderly at you, softly tracing a finger over your face, the lulling movement making your eyes flutter shut.

𝄖𝄖

“You got a problem with me?” Namjoon says to the smaller guy.

Suga smirks bitterly, unimpressed by how the new guy has no respect whatsoever towards him. “I do actually. What’s your deal?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You appear out nowhere, get dispatched to our district. Same area as Jungkook no less...are you trying to replace us?”

“Hey, I didn’t choose the location.” Namjoon shrugs. “Maybe if you guys didn’t suck so bad they wouldn’t have asked me to secure the bags.”

He braces himself as Suga lunges forward, shoving him against the wall, his collar bunched up in clenched fists. Surprisingly strong for a small dude. “You don’t come work for us and talk shit about us to my face.”

Namjoon tugs on his clothes, pulling them out of Suga’s grip. He clears his throat and tries to calm himself. “My bad. Next time I’ll do it behind your back.”

“What are you up to? You took a job on campus, why? Jungkook’s already got that covered.”

“Like I said, I didn’t choose to. I was sent there.” He steps forward, making Suga take a few steps back.

“Liar.”

“Look if you have a problem with it, take it up with the lieutenant.” Namjoon walks off, angering the other guy even more. The nerve of this new kid makes his blood boil. There’s something off about him, there’s no way the bosses would send a new guy in for no reason.

He stomps his way into Kyun’s office, slamming the door behind him. Kyun looks up, sees him, and goes back to his laptop. “What?”

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that RM guy?” Suga says, pulling up a chair.

“No. Why?”

“He’s so full of himself.”

“Name one person working here that isn’t,” Kyun says, “besides, you should be thankful I assigned him to you. Jungkook’s been slacking.”

“I told you, the school’s keeping an eye on him. He’s taking it slow.”

Suga can’t remember how many times he’s used that excuse. He can’t come right out and admit that Jungkook has in fact been slacking. Or rather, distracted. Not to mention the time Jungkook considered leaving all of this behind. It’s no surprise the lieutenant’s picked up on it.

“Whatever.” Kyun mutters, obviously tired of having this conversation.

“Wait,” the wheels in Suga’s head turn and he looks curiously at his lieutenant, “you’re not doubting Jungkook are you? Did you send RM in to replace him?”

“If Jungkook’s doing a good job like you seem to think he is, why would you be worried about this?”

Suga purses his lips, “He’s fine. He hasn’t missed any of his shifts. I couldn’t have gotten shit done at the club without him.”

“Numbers are still low though.”

“That’s because you’ve got the new kid stealing all his buyers.”

“RM’s good and the staff there seem to trust him. He stays.”

“Fine. Then get off Jungkook’s back about his numbers. He can’t sell drugs the same as before if you have another dealer there competing with him.”

Kyun thinks about it for a minute, then nods. “Alright fine. Anyway, it’s good that you’re here now. I can run through what boss wants you to get up and running at the club.”

It hits Suga that Kyun having doubts about Jungkook is bad news, at least, if word travels up the hierarchy. While Jungkook had promised to keep up, Suga intends to make sure he actually does. He can’t afford anymore slip-ups. Or distractions, in the form of you. He can’t let anything happen to Jungkook.

𝄖𝄖

Sneaking back into the house at such an ungodly hour, you guide Jungkook in the dark, careful not to make a sound.

Back in your room, his jacket and shirt are the first to go. He lifts you up and carries you to the bed, lips not parting from each other.

Slipping under your shirt, he unhooks your bra and pulls your shirt with it over your head. Lips smiling on yours, his hands knead your breasts and you feel your nerves reacting. He trails wet kisses down your front, fingers undoing your jeans and pulling them off in a single swoop.

He removes his own pair of jeans, leaving him in his boxers. Then, kneeling by your legs, he gently peels your panties off, taking in the view of your naked body, lighted up by the warm yellow of your nightlight. If he could, he’d engrave this image of you in his head.

His eyes wide and lustful, they trail over you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

Hovering above you, he strokes the side of your face, before pressing his body to yours in a soft gentle kiss. He moves so gently, like you could break at any moment. When your hands wrap around his neck, he grabs hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. You let out a soft whimper.

Jungkook takes his time, showering your skin with kisses. Starting from your neck down to your navel. He licks one side of your breast, teasingly drawing circles with his tongue along the nipple, then gives the same attention to the other. Your breathing gets hitched in your throat, feeling the blood rush down south.

He brings his mouth lower, hands now occupying your breasts where his mouth was. It sends you butterflies the way his hot breath brushes against your skin. There’s something different about the way he’s touching you tonight.

He spares some kisses down your inner thighs and watches the way goosebumps appear as they try to clam up reflexively.

Hands on your thighs, he pushes them apart and runs a teasing lick over your folds. Then his tongue finds its way to your clit, flicking it gently before his lips wrap around it and he starts gently sucking. You jolt and take in a sharp breath grabbing a fishful of the sheets.

His fingers delicately touch your folds, running a teasing finger over your entrance. Looking up from between your thighs, he watches the way you steady your breaths, eyes closed, brows furrowed.

It doesn’t last long and when you open your eyes, he’s hovering over you, licking his lips. Very eagerly you pull down the hem of his boxers, exposing his hard cock. His own fingers wrap around it, stroking himself gently as he reaches for a bottle of lube. He stares at you with a look you can’t read.

“Something on your mind?” You voice out.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile and takes his position between your legs, your thighs over his. Aligning himself with your entrance, he grips your ankles on either side. Slowly, he enters and you will yourself not to make a sound at the initial stretch.

Jungkook keeps a steady pace, watching intently the way he moves in and out of you. You can’t help but to stare at him and the way his abs clench every time he moves his hips into you. The flexing of his arms every now and then, keeping your legs steady. And the way the warm light casts shadows dancing over his body as he moves.

“Jungkook.” You call out for him, so softly.

He releases your ankles and leans forward, resting his body on yours. Pressing his forehead to you, he admires the look of lust in your eyes and the way you’re biting your bottom lip. “Yes, my love?”

Your fingers run over his face. You’re too occupied with the pleasure of him inside you that your brain refuses to put your thoughts into words. He chuckles when you only manage a breathy smile instead.

Your wrists get pinned over your head once again, and he watches you from above. Every thrust is deep and filling, his hips moving expertly to give you just the right amount of pleasure, leaving you a hot mess beneath him.

You look absolutely breathtaking to him; the parting of your lips, eyes shut and shaky breaths. Your breasts bounce with every thrust and your chest rises and falls with every breath you take. He lets out a low guttural sound and presses his body to yours, devouring your lips in a passionate kiss.

His hips pick up speed, grinding into you with calculated moves. You get lost in each other, a mixture of your quick breaths filling the room. The look in his eyes is mirrored in yours, waves of emotions flowing between both your bodies and soul.

Jungkook can’t describe his feelings for you. It’s something he hasn’t felt in a long time; warmth, love, trust, acceptance. All he knows is to tell you he loves you and hopes you get it.

Your eyes get misty as you let your own emotions get to you, feeling the twinge in your chest when you look at him.

Arms wrapping around his waist, your tongues dance between your lips. He knows all the right spots to leave you breathless. You feel it building in the pit of your stomach, and pull away from the kiss, no longer in control of your actions.

Jungkook feels it too, sensing the pressure between your hips as they wrap tightly around him. He steadies himself and gives you long, deep strokes, as he watches your breaths get quicker. The euphoric look on your face earns a grunt of approval from him.

Not wanting to hold back any longer, his hips grind into yours at a quicker pace, feeling himself reaching his release. His mouth latches on to your nipple, sucking it for a second before he hears small whines leaving you, signalling you’re close.

Willing yourself to keep your eyes open, you place a hand on the side of his face, making sure his eyes stay on yours. It gets blurrier with the way tears start to fill your eyes. “I love you.” You blurt out in a whisper and he rests his forehead on yours as he thrusts hard, one which makes your insides squirm.

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as he watches you. A single tear rolls down the side of your face as you start to reach your high. “I love you Y/N.” He breathes out against your lips before capturing you in a kiss. With one hard thrust, you find yourself succumbing to the pressure in your middle, unravelling a wave of pleasure that courses through your entire body, chest rising towards him and hands keeping him close.

Watching you, he reaches his own climax, hips bucking wildly into yours, and you feel his warm release spilling inside you, his moans lost in the kiss. It takes a while before his hips slow down into a gentle rhythm. Your body goes limp as you ride it out, drained of energy.

He catches his breath with his head on yours and when you finally catch each other’s eyes, you share a giggle. He shines in his afterglow, a look of pure bliss on his face. But he could say the same for you, thumb running over your cheek to wipe off the tear stains.

In that moment, it feels as if you’re staring right into his soul. He stares back at you, as if trying to say something more than what’s been said, worrying once again about conveying what’s in his heart. But you just smile back.

“I know, Jungkook. I know. I love you too.”

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worldwidemochiguy · 5 years ago

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Reticence (soft! Yandere Hoseok)

Summary: You were always terrified of getting kidnapped when you were younger, and now that you’ve been taken by a man who claims to want to take care of you, you recede within yourself so far you refuse to even eat... but Hoseok is determined to let nothing hurt you, not even yourself.

Warnings: Kidnapping, kind of Stockholm syndrome, mentions of not eating so if you’re sensitive to that kind of stuff pls be careful <3 Yandere behaviour, though I am kind of romanticising it in this fic, please remember that that is all it is: Fiction. Obviously in real life this behaviour would be unacceptable and horrifying.

Word Count: 2.2K

Masterlist :)

a/n: my first hobi fic!!! this is for @kpopgirlbtssvt from a request made about a billion years ago (sorry :/ ) for made-for-each-other verse! Yandere Hobi with a shy reader who wouldn’t talk even though he begged her to, and then him coming home from work to her telling him she missed him and was glad he was home. this was a lil less fluffy and a lil more angsty than i intended, but its still a ‘happy ending’ bc im a weak bitch with simple pleasures, what can i say lmao

Reticence

“What do you want for breakfast, sunshine?”

Silence.

Hoseok sighed, then straightened up again, walking over to the refrigerator. You remained sat by the kitchen island, empty gaze fixed on the marble countertop.

“Omelettes it is, then!” He exclaimed with artificial excitement, trying to be cheery in the face of your taciturnity, but even the sunshiney optimist that was Hoseok was finding it more difficult than he expected. He had hoped that by now you would’ve accepted him, but you remained as quiet and unresponsive as the day he brought you home. Not that you thought of it as ‘home’ yet, but he hoped you would eventually. Hoseok was not a patient man, but he was willing to wait forever for you.

You didn’t even blink when he set the plate down in front of you. It didn’t seem like you were going to attempt to eat it either. Hoseok sighed. He could understand if you didn’t want to talk to him yet — even though it had been months and he’d been nothing but kind to you — but he drew the line at refusing to eat.

You had lost weight. The cute cheeks he loved to watch bunch up as you smiled were now sunken. Your beautiful figure which he had admired from afar was starting to become worryingly waif-like. Hoseok frowned, a crinkle between his brows forming for the first time as his usually exuberant features warped with agitation.

“Listen, Y/n-” Hoseok sat down at the kitchen island across from you, bracing his forearms against the table and leaning forwards. “You have to eat. I promise there’s nothing in it that could hurt you. Look, I’ll even eat it myself!” Hoseok carved out a small piece of the omelette and popped it in his mouth, exaggerating his chewing and swallowing. “See?” You offered no reaction, and Hoseok felt his disappointment join the omelette on its way down to his stomach.

“I can understand that you maybe aren’t so happy with me right now, but that doesn’t mean you have to punish yourself. Just, please, please stop shutting me out.” His pleading tone did nothing to move you. You just sat there like a ghost, and a groan of frustration slipped out of Hoseok.

“Please! I’m begging you! Just eat! I don’t understand, all I want to do is take care of you! All I want to do is love you, why won’t you accept me? Why won’t you even talk to me?”

The only sound was Hoseok’s harsh breaths after his outburst. If he couldn’t see the slow rise and fall of your chest, Hoseok would think you weren’t alive at all. He slumped in his seat, allowing himself to wallow in self-pity for a moment, before forcing himself to get up and ready for work. When he passed through the kitchen again on his way out the door you were still sitting there, staring at the countertop.

The front door banged shut, the sound echoing in the apartment. Then, silence. And then, very quietly, the noises of cutlery moving against a plate and chewing.

~~~~~~

“I don’t know what to do~” Hoseok whined, his head buried in his hands. Around him, his shocked friends were gathered in an informal circle. Each of them had an expression with varying degrees of surprise and confusion — they had never seen Hoseok, the literal personification of sunshine, so dismayed.

“It’ll be ok, Hoseok. I know it’s bad at the moment, but you just have to wait until she trusts you. Once you achieve her trust, you’ll both be the happiest you’ve ever been.” Taehyung reassured him. Taehyung was obviously the source of authority, since him and his wife were basically the perfect couple.

“But what if she never trusts me?” Hoseok fretted, before groaning again. “She won’t even eat! I don’t know what to do, I’m just watching her slowly starve in front of me and she won’t even look at me!” The rest of the group paused as they digested this new information. It seemed this girl was particularly stubborn.

“Force feed her then.” Jin shrugged and Hoseok’s head shot up in outrage.

“No! I could never hurt her like that!”

“You’re hurting her by letting her starve.” Jeongguk pointed out, and Namjoon smacked the back of his head, chastising. Meanwhile, Hoseok looked like he was about to cry.

“Listen, Hoseok, are you sure this girl is the one?” Jimin questioned, bracing his clasped hands on his knees.

“I know she is.” Hoseok replied with a conviction he rarely used. “The second she came into my life, it was like I was born again and she was the first thing I saw. The only thing I could see. Her face- God, it just… glows. She’s like sunshine. She’s an angel. She’s so beautiful and kind and fragile and I want to protect her from everything, and I don’t deserve her but no one else does either and I know we’re meant to be together. If I thought I could’ve let her go, I would have. But I can’t. I have to have her, she has to be mine.”

The circle of men was quiet for a second, before a quiet chuckle broke the silence.

“Well then,” Yoongi rasped, “if she’s all that you say she is-”

“She is.” Hoseok interjected fiercely.

“Then all you can do is have a little patience.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It was incredibly boring being kidnapped. Especially when your kidnapper did nothing interesting except make bad food and dance along to music from the TV surprisingly well and cry sometimes when you wouldn’t look at him. Frankly, it would have been easier if he were more of the torturey-type, because it was really hard to stay stubborn in the face of his sparkling eyes and radiant smile.

When you were younger, there was a poster up on the wall of your homeroom at school. On it was an old man with an ugly sneer and a beige trench-coat, with the slogan ‘DON’T TALK TO STRANGERS’ superimposed in glaring red letters. You used to stare up at the poster and wonder how anyone could be so stupid as to talk to someone who looked like that.

You were never afraid to yell ‘STRANGER DANGER’ at the highest decibel your little lungs could manage whenever a person brushed too close to you in the mall. It was almost a habit — you were avidly fixated on your own personal safety, much to your mother’s chagrin and public embarrassment. Being banned from all the surrounding stores within a 20 mile radius had two consequences:

You had to drive forty minutes for a new pair of socks.

You stayed at home a lot more than you went out.

You became a homebody, and it was certainly not something you were unhappy about. Staying safe in your room meant there was less risk for someone to kidnap you. The comforting layer of your blanket was a shield from everything bad in the world. When your parents were arguing constantly, screaming at each other every other night, you would just tuck yourself in and read a bedtime story on your own since they were both occupied. When your parents eventually divorced, you buried yourself under your duvet rather than answer their questions about who you wanted to stay with, and what your preference was. When your mom died in a car crash, and your dad started drinking, your mattress was the shoulder you could cry on, your blanket was a warm arm holding you close. You had always felt safe in your bed. Perhaps that was why you were having such an averse reaction to being taken from it.

Hoseok was not a man with an ugly sneer and a trench coat. He had an impeccable sense of style, and his smile was breathtaking on the few occasions that it appeared. You more often saw his face twisted into a pained grimace. For a kidnapper, he was awfully sensitive. You were pretty sure it was reasonable for you to be holding grudge, and it’s not as if you were actively fighting against him or anything. You were just refusing to acknowledge him. You were highly skilled at repressing things, or ignoring them, and you were resolved to do the same now.

By 7 o’ clock, your resolve was slightly eroded. Hoseok always arrived back at half-past 5 on the dot. He was a very punctual person, and you felt an unwelcome sense of worry curl along the edges of your mind as the clock counted away the seconds of him not being there. You remembered feeling the same way when you waited for your mom to pick you up from your dads, watching the clock hand sweep past the numbers, increasingly taunting. Of course, you hadn’t realised that she was at the time caught in between a lorry with a drunk driver and a very steep incline. You wondered if you were being similarly clueless now.

When the door clicked open at quarter to 9, you had to restrain yourself from exhaling in relief. Hoseok came in looking slightly disheveled, his collar undone and his hair mussed as if he had ran his hands through it over and over again. He gave you a quick once over to see if you were alright, shot you a small, forced smile and then went straight to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

That was odd. He never closed the door to his bedroom. He had always left it open in case you needed anything, despite your refusal to acknowledge him. First, his late arrival and now yet another uncommon action? You felt curiosity bubble within you. That was it. Curiosity. It’s not that you were at all worried about him, you were just being nosy. Of course.

You tiptoed towards the door, tracing a finger around the door frame lightly. What if he didn’t even come out again for dinner? You doubted he had dined out without you, he had been eating his meals sitting across from you while you refused to touch yours since the day he stole you. You really should check on him, if only for the fact that if he dies then you’re trapped here with a high chance of starvation.

Before you could convince yourself not to, you opened the door and stepped inside. The only light-source came from the moonlight filtering through the window, casting Hoseok’s form lying on the bed in a deep blue. His eyes, which you assumed had been closed previously, shot open to observe you as he propped himself up on the backs of his forearms.

“Y/n.” He rasped, and a pleasant shiver ran down your spine. “D-do you need anything?” His tone was both excited and confused, probably because you had literally never directly interacted with him before.

You didn’t speak, and for the first time your silence was due to speechlessness, rather than a conscious desire.

“I-I, uh,” You stuttered, and Hoseok sat up ramrod straight, hearing your voice for the first time. “You… were late home.”

Hoseok felt like he couldn’t breathe. Your voice was so soft and pretty, fuck, and you were actually looking at him, you were actually talking to him, holy shit- and you called the apartment home. You said he was late ‘home’. Hoseok somehow managed to keep his shit together.

“I was?”

“Yes.” You confirmed with a small nod of your head. Fuck, you were so cute. “You normally come back at half five. It’s almost nine now.”

“I’m sorry. I was working late.” He was staying at the office because he felt guilty for not taking proper care of you and wanted to avoid seeing the proof of your unhappiness, but you didn’t need to know that.

“It’s ok.”

You remained standing at the foot of the bed, locked in his gaze. The bed looked so comfortable, moulding to support his body, and his warm body was exactly the comforting presence you were searching for all those years ago and you found yourself asking,

“Can I sleep in the bed with you?”

It was a quiet, timid suggestion but Hoseok reacted to it like a bombshell. His eyes practically popped out of their sockets and his entire body tensed. You were about to rescind your offer when he reached out a tugged a corner of the blanket down, welcoming you into the warmth.

You awkwardly sat on the edge of the mattress, nudging off your house slippers with your toes before slipping under the covers. The relief was instantaneous, shrouded in comforting and familiar warmth, and you couldn’t stop yourself from plastering yourself against his side, arm reaching out tentatively to rest on his chest. You felt his muscles jump under your touch, before his arm slid under you and tucked around your shoulders, drawing you into him closer. You closed your eyes, letting out a quiet little sigh, and you let yourself say the words you wish you could’ve said all those years ago when your mother never returned.

“I’m glad you’re home. I missed you.”

#yandere bts #soft yandere bts #bts hoseok #bts jhope #bts hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #yandere hoseok x reader #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts fic #bts fanfic #jung hoseok

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v-hope · 5 years ago

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You get injured

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a lil bit of angst in like two of them, and crack I guess?

Request: “How about a reaction where y/n gets injured somehow and they have to help them or standby as they’re helped. Anything from a scrape to a broken bone?”

Warnings: Mentions of minor injuries.

A/N: I did so not take inspiration on me falling down in the shower the other day to write Tae’s, what do you mean 🙄 Anyway, it’s been a while since I wrote a reaction, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think! 💞

Kim Seokjin

You should’ve known better than to keep on cooking dinner while you and your boyfriend were in the middle of an argument. More importantly, you should’ve known better than to angrily start chopping the vegetables right as you sternly made your point.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have had blood running down one of your fingers after you accidentally cut it with the knife you were still holding.

You didn’t really realise, being too submerged in the fight currently going on to even care — it was Seokjin’s silence what made you stop, only feeling a sharp pain on your index finger once he grabbed your hand to check it out.

“Fuck” you breathed out after seeing your skin covered in red, snatching your hand away from his and running over to the sink so you could let the water run down your finger to both clean it up and ease the pain.

“Baby, let me help” Jin softly tried to shove your figure a little bit to the side so he could take over.

“I’m alright” you shut him out nevertheless.

“Y/N” his voice came out stern, causing your eyes to fix with his concerned ones and understand right then that your previous argument was long forgotten.

So, calming yourself down the best you could, you let him help — allowing him to drag you over the bathroom and sitting you on top of the closed toilet as he searched for everything he needed in order to cure you.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled in a pout when he kneeled down in front of you and took your hand in his.

“You’re apologizing for getting hurt?” he couldn’t help but mock, raising one of his eyebrows.

You shrugged, staring down to your lap. “For everything, I guess… and for ruining dinner…” your lower lip stuck prominently over your top one. “Actually, yeah, I’m sorry you’re over here having to help me instead of eating since I know you’re tired and hu—”

“Y/N?” he cut you off.

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking nonsense”.

As if eating dinner would be more important than helping his injured girlfriend. Unbelievable.

Min Yoongi

“Babe, take it easy” Yoon sighed, rolling his chair towards the couch you were lying down on.

“I can’t take it easy” you whined, trying to type on your laptop with your bandaged hand, “I need to turn in this paper before midnight and with this stupid thing I can only write a few paragraphs per hour”.

Yoongi breathed in deeply, hating to see not only the bandage in your hand that reminded him of you getting hurt the day prior, but also how frustrated you were right then.

Staring back to his computer and the music he had been producing for the past hours in his studio, he shook his head, focusing his eyes back on you before he stood up in front of your confused eyes.

“What are you doing?” you wondered when he motioned for you to sit up and make some space for him — taking your laptop from you and placing it on his lap.

“Just tell me whatever you want to write and I’ll type”.

You blinked rapidly, staring at his furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips that remained facing the screen. “No, don’t worry. You have your own deadli—”

“Just tell me what to write” he pushed it.

That’s when you smiled, knowing well enough there was no point on arguing with him and his stubborn ass. So, leaning in, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.

“I love you, Yoongs” you cooed.

And you surely also loved the way he so visibly had blushed, yet tried his hardest to remain serious and not let a shy smile take over his face.

“Is that supposed to be part of your essay?”

Jung Hoseok

“Does this mean I get to style you now?” Hobi asked as his hands clipped your bra behind your back, meeting you with a cheeky grin once you turned around to lock eyes with him.

“No, it means you get to help me put on whatever it is I want to wear”.

With a huff and a slight roll of eyes, your boyfriend watched you stand up and go to your closet, later coming back with the outfit you wanted to wear that day.

“This?” he knitted his eyebrows, taking the red t-shirt you had let fall to your bed and holding it up to check it out.

“What about it?” you furrowed your eyebrows as well.

“I mean… it’s kinda tight…” his eyes travelled to the cast in your arm, “and long-sleeved” he remarked. “I don’t think it will fit, love”.

“That’s what you are here to help me with” you smiled over exaggeratedly, causing a smile of his own to curve up his lips.

Nevertheless, it was a matter of a few seconds for the two of you to notice it would indeed not be an easy task, and another couple of minutes for you to finally give up — when your healthy arm was inside of it and the t-shirt remained folded right over your chest, not being able to put your injured arm inside of the other sleeve.

So, with a sigh, you let your body fall back down on the mattress; letting out a loud whine that was soon followed by your boyfriend’s giggle.

“Can I style you now?” he asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your bare chest.

Sighing once again, you gave in for once and for all: “Whatever”.

And although you had ever so discouragedly allowed him to, the way another loud giggle escaped your man’s mouth as he went back to the closet was enough to make a smile of your own take over your face.

At least one of you was having a blast with your arm being broken.

Kim Namjoon

“What happened?” your boyfriend worriedly asked as soon as the concert finished and he saw you lying on the backstage’s floor.

Rushing to your side and making his way through the people surrounding you, he motioned for the staff member who had been taking care of you to move aside; only then kneeling down next to you before both of them helped you sit up.

“She fainted and hit her head” he let Joon know when you had successfully managed not to fall back down.

With your hand going up to your head as you hissed and closed your eyes out of pain, Namjoon felt his heart speeding up.

“Hey, hey” he grabbed your face as gently as he could, trying to get you to look at him. “What happened?”

“I fainted” you pretty much repeated what he already knew, causing him to sigh heavily.

“Y/N…”

“I don’t know” you pouted. “I was just watching the show and suddenly I felt dizzy and, next thing I knew, I was seeing black”.

Staring up to look at the people who were still gathering around you to see how you were doing, he kindly asked them to go away so you could have some little air to properly breathe.

“You’re okay, though?” Joon questioned — looking for any kind of sign of you lying when your response was a nod of your head. “You sure? You don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No” you shook your head as softly as you could, not to make it hurt, “it’s okay, I think I just remembered why I fainted on the first place”.

“Why?”

A smirk didn’t wait to curve up the corners of your lips. “I think it was when you winked at me during Bapsae… damn, how could I not fall for you”.

Yup, you were definitely better now.

Park Jimin

“My baby!” Jimin let out rather exasperatedly right as he sprinted towards you.

Now, there’s two ways of falling down: one that has everyone —including the person on the floor— laughing, and another one that both looks and sounds so awful that everyone rushes to see if you’re alright.

The way you had slipped on the wet edge of the pool that afternoon, causing you to fall flat on your back and hit your head, was most definitely the second kind. And so all your friends had ran to your side in a heartbeat.

Your boyfriend being the first one to arrive to your side.

“Don’t move, don’t move” Jimin hurried to warn you, placing his hand gently on your forehead to keep you from moving.

“I’m okay” you managed to say — ignoring your boyfriend’s words and trying to sit up anyway.

“Stay still” he said again, this time louder in case you hadn’t heard him before.

“Jimin-ie, I’m fine” you reassured not only him but everyone as well, after squinting your eyes to block the sun and seeing all their worried expressions.

“Still” Yoongi’s girlfriend spoke up softly yet determinedly. “That was such a bad fall, stay still for a while”.

You sighed, finally doing as told and staring up at your boyfriend, who didn’t wait to lean down and pepper a few faint kisses on your forehead.

“God, you got me so worried” he whispered.

And although a few minutes later you were able to stand up and the pool day went back to the way it had been before, you understood just how worried he actually was when he would not leave your side at all — if anything, he made you sit on the grass with him until the sun went down; keeping his arms wrapped around you as your back leaned against his chest and his lips were placed on your shoulder from time to time.

Not like you were complaining anyway.

Kim Taehyung

Maybe it was your loud squeal, or maybe the loud thump that had resounded all over the room the moment you fell down, that had somehow managed to get a very desperate Taehyung opening the door to the bathroom and rushing to your side in less than five seconds.

His eyes opening wide when he saw your figure down on the cold floor.

“What happened?! Are you alright?” he worried, grabbing the towel you had brought with you to the room and gently wrapping it around your body.

“Yeah…” your voice betrayed you by coming out breathily, unsteady. “I just slipped while I tried to get out of the shower”.

Taehyung sighed, letting his forehead rest on yours. At least you seemed to be alright — apparently not having hit your head, much to his relief.

“I told you I could help you shower if you were feeling dizzy…”

“I know” you mumbled, bringing the hem of the towel up to your lips and biting it out of nervousness. “But you were busy, I didn’t want to bother you…”

With that said and nothing coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth in return, he picked you up as securely as he could — carrying you all the way to your bed and gently placing you on it before he kneeled down in front of you and cupped your face in his hands.

“Next time just tell me, okay?” he mumbled rather intimidatingly, yet still somehow lovingly enough. “Otherwise I’ll just start showering with you all the time to make sure you won’t fall again”.

You couldn’t stop a snort from escaping your mouth, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” your amused words earned a roll of eyes from him. “I might as well start slipping on purpose then”.

Although wanting to glare at you to seem annoyed, what Taehyung ended up doing was rather the opposite — not being able to erase the huge smirk curving up his lips.

“That’s it. We’re showering together from now on then”.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Does it hurt too much?” your boyfriend asked once the doctor let him into the room; his eyes instantly travelling to your bandaged heel as you sat on the hospital bed.

And although you had shaken your head no as your answer, he couldn’t help but feel like you were lying, for the pout in your lips and the way your head was lowered as you fidgeted with your hands seemed to say otherwise.

“Why the long face then?” he pushed it, going to sit by your side and tangling his fingers on the back of your head so he could bring it to his chest.

You shrugged. “The doctor said I need to wear crutches if I don’t want to make this worse”.

“So what?”

“So what?” you scoffed at his question, withdrawing from his hold and going back to his eye level. “I still have classes to attend and I don’t want people to stare at me or ask me what happened”.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but smile at how cute it was to him the way a pout had taken over your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“And even at home I—”

“Okay” he cut you off before you could go on, “maybe I won’t be able to help you during your classes, but I can help you at home…” you questioningly cocked one of your eyebrows at his words, “and now that you’re free to go, too”.

“How?”

Instead of giving you an immediate answer, he just stood up, turning his back towards you and bending slightly down. That’s when you got it.

“Hop on” he ordered.

Not being able to stop a giggle from escaping your mouth, you clumsily did as told — tightly wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Now everyone will think we’re a couple of idiots”.

“Hey!” Guk called you out after standing up straight and securing his hands under your thighs. “We have always been a couple of idiots. It’s about time people realise it”.

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manggojooz · 5 years ago

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Pick A Side (14 - Final)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 1,870

genre: university!au; angst; romance; thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour

taglist: @destiel1597 @mila271 @hopetookmysoul @ximaginx@honeyursosweet @coffeecupyoongs@bangtanbaesstuff@annoyingpessimist @betysotelo18 @okaysoplshelpme@igot7bangs @tahaing @mochi-and-co @somewhereinthestarss

“A collection of your choices is your life.”

At some point we all ask ourselves, “Where did it go wrong? When did it become like this?”

Eventually we realise that there is no answer, for each choice we make is but one link in an extended chain. What we do, what we do not do. What we choose, what we do not choose. What we say and what we do not say. Every single choice has led us to this moment. So how can we determine which is the choice that we can blame all of this on?

“I shouldn’t have trusted him...”, Jihyun weeps silently outside the police station.

“No... it’s not your fault Jihyun... If anything, I should have known when he was using me...”, you tried to comfort her.

“It’s neither of your fault, we all wouldn’t have been in this situation if I hadn’t been an idiot...”, Taehyung said

Jihyun looks at Taehyung and starts to reason with him that it has nothing to do with him at all.

You quietly thought to yourself, “How did it become this way? Did it start when Taehyung broke up with you? Was it really triggered by the argument you had with Jihyun over that bullying video? So was your past to blame for all of this? No, but this wouldn’t have happened if you had not meet Taehyung in the first place. And this wouldn’t have happened if Jihyun never met Haejoong either. Does this mean that it was wrong the moment all of us crossed paths?”

You were confused, very confused.

“Guys, there’s no point in saying all these now. Let’s just go... it’s been a long day”, you uttered exhaustedly.

A choice we make is like a photo etched onto film. It cannot be reversed. It cannot be changed. And we have to make such choices every day. There are no alternatives. Yet humans are fallible from the start. It is thus destined that we make mistakes.

---

The next day Taehyung and you returned to the police station to record your statements as to how Haejoong had locked you on the school rooftop and coerced Taehyung into recording a false confession.

As you were about to leave the station, Taehyung stopped abruptly. You followed his line of sight and it lands on Haejoong, his wrists bound by handcuffs and trudging slowly behind two police officers towards a caged van. Before Taehyung could catch you, you dashed across the foyer.

Thank goodness you still had the sanity to ask the officers for permission to speak to Haejoong and they reluctantly granted you just two minutes.

“Don’t you think you owe us an apology?”, you demanded.

“What for? I did nothing wrong. I was showing her the truth... in fact, I was showing all of you the truth”, he lamented.

“I hope the law punishes you enough for you to realise how wrong you are”, you snipped.

Haejoong only shakes his head, “People are often punished for doing the right things too, Y/N. Someday you will understand that I mean well... like I said, I never intended to hurt you.”

You shuddered when he said your name but felt someone hold gently onto your shaking hand.

“Leave him be”, Taehyung said to you as he came up from behind you. He turns to Haejoong, “Don’t ever apologise, they are kind-hearted and I am afraid that they may forgive you. You were never deserving of Y/N... or Jihyun. You will never deserve her”, Taehyung clenches his teeth and held onto your hand a little tighter.

Haejoong looks shaken, faintly. His features filling with a sadness you have never seen in them before. Perhaps Taehyung hit the right nail – the only punishment to Haejoong is that his choices has led him away from the one thing he wanted.

He did not say another word and turned back towards the barred vehicle behind him.

Humans are fixated, in fact overly-obsessed, with the notion of making the right choices. Every other movie will tell you to “do the right thing”. We audaciously presume that the choices that can be made in this world are categorised into “right ones” and “wrong ones”, just like how a developed photo is a positive and there must therefore be a negative on a film somewhere. And all we have to do is to pick the side with the right ones. That is not always the case, not for everyone.

---

The radio on the bus was having a lot of static disturbance but the music was country pop. You were looking out the window and you could see Taehyung’s reflection in it.

He was lost in thought, sitting next to you but looking out the window on the other side of the aisle.

“Hey... so um... where are we going?”, Taehyung muttered.

“We are going to get hit by stones...”, you answered.

“Huh?”, Taehyung was always rather spontaneous, but the bus was proceeding towards a particularly unfamiliar route and he would be happy to know at least something about the destination.

“Do you remember what you said to me when I asked you whether you would take my side even if I did something wrong?”, you asked him.

He tilted his head, eyes slanting upwards, thinking really hard.

“... if it can’t be fixed, then let’s suffer the consequences together. If you have to apologise, I’ll apologise with you. If the world throws stones at you, I’ll get hit together.”

Is this what he think it is?

“I’m visiting a friend. I go now and then, but I am never welcomed. I’m wondering whether it’ll be easier for me to face it if you are with me...”, your words were met with silence and an intense stare from Taehyung.

“There are two stops left before we reach, you still have two chances to run away if you want to”, you ended on a lighter note.

“Well, it’s not as if anyone would really throw stones at us, right?”, he smiles that same dorky smile and and you couldn’t help but feel better to have him next to you.

---

“Leave, don’t you see that you are burdening him when you keep coming to visit him? He doesn’t want to see you! Leave!”, a high-pitched voice pierces the hallways as you were shoved to the ground and Taehyung stumbles. After regaining his balance, he quickly kneels down to help you up but you did not budge.

“I won’t disturb him, he doesn’t have to see me. I just want to pass this letter to him... it’s not from me, it’s from another classmate”, you held out a tiny envelope with Jinho’s name written on the front.

The woman who had pushed you away snatches the envelope, tears it in half before throwing it at you. "This reminds me...”, she mumbles as she disappears into the nearest room, coming back shortly with a box in her hands.

“... take all these back with you...”, she hurls the entire content within the box onto you, inevitably hitting Taehyung with them too.

“Stop coming, we don’t want your apology”, her voice rumbles and the door crashes shut.

There was no one else left in the corridor except Taehyung and you, the floor surrounding you littered with photographs, letters, cards, charms and pendants brought or sent by you and your friends over the years.

And all choices have consequences – in some way or another, whether you intended it or not. Are you really picking someone’s side? Or are you merely choosing what consequences you are able to live with?

---

The lake behind the rehabilitation centre was no longer as frozen as it was before and the view was not as misty as it used to be.

“Oh, isn’t this the lake in your photos?”, Taehyung recognises the scenery as he approaches alongside you.

You just nodded. Every time after visiting Jinho you would end up at this lake and you imagined if you were drowning in it. If you were screaming in the middle and no one had heard you or saved you. You imagined the despair, and that is what you imagine Jinho must have felt. And then each time you were able to make the same choice again and again, that you will continue to come quietly, apologise silently, and let him decide if he was willing to let you in.

“But in the end, spring will come someday. The ice will melt and flow away”, you whispered. Taehyung turns to look at you sharply, surprised that you are recalling his words. “Thanks for telling me that... it meant a lot to me then... I will wait for the ice to melt and flow away, let’s hope it does happen someday, but if it never happens, at least I tried to do something about it”, you smiled back at him satisfied with your decision again.

You turn to walk back towards the bus stop and Taehyung stays standing by the lake, watching you, and deliberating. He feels that maybe it is finally time to ask you to consider giving the relationship a second shot.

“Y/N”, he finally calls out to you just as you walked into the shade of a young budding tree. You turned to face him and he slowly walks up to you.

“Isn’t spring nice? Even though the flowers were lost because of the winter, they get to bloom again in spring”, Taehyung marvels, still not quite decided on whether to make the proposition.

You looked up at the blossoming tree, not recognising what kind of flower it is.

“In the bigger picture it is probably a nice sentiment, but from the flower’s point of view, once it has wilted, then it will never bloom again...”, you replied.

This prompted you to take out a film camera from your bag and snap a photo of the flowers, the slow mechanical sounds from the rolling of the film permeating the air.

In that moment, Taehyung seems to have understood something.

There is never truly a second chance at anything. The flower that bloomed this spring, even though on the same tree, is never the same flower from the past spring. And therein lies the gravity of our choices.

He finally understands the difficulty and his inability to make certain choices in the past, but now he also knows that his inaction had then amounted to a choice as well. He sighed deeply, finally coming to terms that he too, has to face the consequences of his unintended choices.

You were puzzled by him, “Are you okay?”, you asked.

He inhaled as deeply as he sighed before replying, “I cannot say ‘let’s start again’, since the flower from last year has already wilted. I will not ask you to come back to me if you do not want to. My choices have led us here, and it’s only fair for it to be your turn. Whatever you choose, I will live with that. So, this time let me ask you instead, do you still want me as your boyfriend... or just a friend... or not even a friend? What do you want, Y/N? What will you pick?”

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namjooncharms · 6 years ago

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Stupid in Love

fuckboy!au, fuckboy!jungkook, non idol au , college!au

description: one bet between three friends usually leads to one thing. winning. but this bet is something that he might not be able to win without putting up a fight first.

SMUT, ANGST..... A LIL FLUFF ( but which one is first ?) virginity taking, virgin!reader

N: idk what this is fam, , enjoy, it also got long. i guess the main three in this are jungkookie, taehyung & jimin.

“i bet.” the words fall from the boy’s lips slowly as if he’s trying to make sure they sound right. “you can’t make anyone fall in love with you within a month.” the words are pronounced slowly and taehyung can’t believe what he’s hearing. he laughs, a loud obnoxious laugh, that makes his friends, and a few others sitting near them look at him. “you bet i can’t? come on jiminie, you know i can. i can have anyone i want.” he’s so obnoxious that sometimes, jungkook wants to hit him.

he sits back with a roll of his eyes and he looked around, ignoring the other two boys and when jimin caught taehyung’s attention again by pointing. “her.” he smirked and crossed his arms sitting back much in a similar fashion that jungkook had. swinging on the table he’s sitting on, taehyung’s eyes land on her. they almost bug out. jimin grinned. “so you’re admitting that you can’t make anyone fall in love with you?” he asked.

gaining a glare from taehyung, jungkook takes the opportunity to speak up when he realised who exactly they’re talking about. “you can’t, not her.” he shook his head, he’d known her since they were kids. well since their first year in high school, she’d transferred here after her parents had gotten divorced and she’d moved with her mother. jungkook had followed her around, not because he had a crush on her, no. but because she felt as lonely as him, in a foreign country. with no one to accept her. so he’d tried, he taught her korean. she taught him english, it was as simple as that.

thanks to her, jungkook had a friend. his thoughts are brought back to the world when taehyung peers down at him. “fine.” taehyung shrugged. “then the bets on you, you make her fall in love with you kookie.” his friend grinned, flashing his teeth. “then again, i don’t think you could do it if i’m being honest.” jungkook simply stared at him. “i can do it.” he pressed. “just not her.” he said shaking his head at him. “why not? are you afraid you’ll fall for her instead?” taehyung asked and jimin snorted. “absolutely not.” jungkook retorted.

“he’s had a crush on Y/N for years.” jimin hummed taking a drink of his bottle of soda glancing at their youngest friend with a smirk. with a wounded ego, jungkook snorted. “i have not. we were friends when we were kids, that’s it. she’s boring.” he motioned his head towards her. “and she’s not exactly my type.” he said looking back down at his phone, both jimin and taehyung laughed again. “come on, kookie. we know you’re scared and all but if you don’t want to, i can always do it, it won’t be hard for her to fall for me.” taehyung winked.

“she wouldn’t fall in love with you, hyung.” jungkook knew this wasn’t going to end well. if taehyung attempted to get near her, she’d fall for it. “fine. what do i get if i win?” he asked and taehyung shrugged. “i don’t know, anything you want.” jungkook stood patting his friends on the back and stalked off towards her table.

you look up the moment the figure sits before you and your eyes widen as you stare at him. “i think you’ve got the wrong table, jeon.” you look down, back down at the book on the table and you hear a small chuckle. you try not to look at him and when you do he’s all sweet and innocent looks and you know that’s not the case, not with jungkook, not anymore. “what do you want? it’s not like i can give you anything.” you frown.

“no it’s.. it’s not that.” he said shaking his head and smiling at you. “i wanted to ask if.. uh you wanted to hang out. like we used to you know?” he asked and you purse your lips. “why?” you ask and he seems a bit taken a back by your question. “it’s been nearly three years since we hung out, you’ve got your friends who are clearly interested in what you’re doing.” you say and jungkook turns to look at them rolling his eyes.

“i know it’s been.. a really.. long time but i thought it would be a good idea. i saw that old treehouse we used to go into, and i just sort of missed it. missed you.” he breathed. you startle, unsure of how true those words are and he smiled, that bunny smile that you missed. “please, i’ll make it worth your while.” he grinned.

you’re staring at him, because despite your childish crush on him you know what his reputation is. he fucks around with girls, much like his friends. used them and then left them to the side and heartbroken with nobody to pick the pieces back up. were you really that dumb? you frowned still staring at him trying to determine whether this was a good idea. “it doesn’t need to be a date we can just.. get some dinner? like we used to do right?” he asked, blinking his doe eyes at you and smiling brightly at you, why was he like this. in a trance like state you nod.

“okay.”

-oOoOoOo-

one month and around eight maybe nine dates, later and honestly you couldn’t be happier. the time spent with jungkook meant so much to you, especially since you were leaving for the summer to go live with your father. even if jungkook didn’t want for you, you knew you’d had a good time, and you loved him, so much more than you could imagine that you ever would. you’d ha a crush on him for years but decided it was best to remain friends. you’d spent so much time with him over the last month, he’d barely left your side.

you sit quietly on the damp grass, jungkook’s jacket under you, and his head laying on your lap. you’re in his back yard, and he has his eyes closed and you smiled, moving your hand over his eyes to keep the rising sun to stop it from hurting his eyes, then he opened them smiling brightly up at you. “i need to catch some rays, you know.” he grinned taking hold of your hand. he placed his and your hand over his chest where his heart would be and you smiled softly. “you look like such a bunny.” you whisper.

he laughs. “i’m your bunny, aren’t i?” he asked curiously and you giggle nodding your head. “yes, yes you’re my lil bunny.” you grin and you bop his nose with his other hand. until his phone beeps and he lifted his head to look down at it. “what is it?” you asked curiously and he looked up at you, tilting his head. “jimin and taehyung are gonna come over tonight.” he hummed and he went back to resting his head on your lap, smiling. “okay, cool. i’ll probably have to head home anyway-” you began.

“they want to get to know you better.” he told you and you blushed. “they’re just a couple of kid-sters really. but they do wanna get to know you better. i want you to know them too, you’re my girlfriend and they’re my best friends.” he tells you and you nod your head. smiling, “so i’m your girlfriend now?” you asked curiously and he rolled his head to look up at you, before pouncing on you, you squeal loudly and land on your back with a laugh.

“of course you’re my girlfriend, didn’t i make that obvious?” he asked and you puckered your lips and shook your head. “not reeeeeally.” you giggle and he laughed, leaning down he pressed his lips over yours, on your face, over your jaw and down your neck before he stopped. looking down at you, he tilted his head. “Y/N.. i really..uh..” he breathed and you leaned up pressed your lips to his. “i want to, too. with you.” you whisper and his smile widens.

“then lets go.” he brought you up with a swift movement and you let your hands curl against his shirt with a smile on your face. once he’s taken you inside, you shyly look down at the floor and jungkook tilted your head up to look at him. “you don’t need to be shy with me, i promise.” he breathed and you stared up at him. you were so nervous but honestly there was no one that you could imagine doing this more than jungkook.”you ready?” he asked.

“ready.” you breathed. jungkook started first with pressing tender kisses to your jaw and then your neck. you bit down on your lower lip, and he slowly moved you both to the bed. he lowered you onto it, hands shifting as he moved you up against the pillows. you let out a deep breath, staring up at him. “i’m gonna take good care of you, i promise.” and you nod.

“i believe you.” you breathe nodding your head. he smiled up at you, quickly kissing your lips before he’s kissing anywhere he can reach, within seconds your clothes are off his clothes follow and you’re more or less just holding each other for a good few minutes. you sit up briefly watching him pull out a condom and you bite your lip. “jungkook...” you breathe and he looked at you. “can you.. not use one?” you asked him and he stares, blinking.

you could almost see his shoulders sag in relief and he nodded. “i’m clean. i get tested every few months.” he whispered and you nodded your head biting your lip again as jungkook moved forward and he leaned in kissing your lips, his hands moving up to your face and he moved shifting you onto your back and he moved his thick thigh between your legs his thigh rubbing against your core and you can’t help the moan that leaves you. jungkook smirked against your lips as he moved again.

you shift your hips up against him. he grunted in response, and he moved one hand down spreading your thighs further apart and he aligned himself with your entrance, feeling the tip of him bracing you, you let out a shaky breath. “i’ll go slow, baby.” he whispered and you closed your eyes over. he did as he told you he was going too and he went slow. he, inch by inch, slowly pushing himself inside you until he’d filled you.

you were gripping his shoulders, and jungkook waits. “please.. kookie.. can you move?” you whisper and he looked down at you, nodding his head. he slowly began thrusting, in and out and although it hurt briefly pleasure soon took away any pain you felt and your breathing was heavy, your fingers gripping onto him making him groan as you dig your nails into his skin. you moan loudly jungkook swallowing the moaning with his own mouth.

with every drag of his his, in and out, you moaned more louder than the next. you honestly hadn’t expected it to feel as good as this, your eyes are almost closing when jungkook flips you and you’re ontop of him. your eyes are wide, hands moving to cover yourself and he grinned. “don’t hide baby.” he shook his head and he wet his lips eyeing you hungrily. “ride me.” he oved his hands to your hips, helping you at first until you got into the swing of it.

once you had for a few moments it felt awkward, but you got into it and jungkook’s hand moved sliding between his hip and your core. finger brushing over your clit gently the movement made you jerk your hips and your thighs pressed against each side of his hips. your own rolling further into your own. your breathing became laboured and you squeezed around him. “f-fuck Y/N” he groaned loudly and he gripped your hips. “how are you so fucking tight?!” he moaned his head falling back.

you could feel the coil burning, aching completely as you moved your hips faster still squeezing around him and he leaned up, his hand moving to the back of your neck pulling you down so your foreheads were pressing together and you tried stammering out words but nothing came out, your lips parted in an o shape as you came to your release that coil burning within you felt like it had burst and you couldn’t help the scream that erupted from your lips. jungkook quickly moved you back onto your back, pounding his hips into yours while your fingers curled into the bedsheets.

he groaned out your name, you knew he must be close too because his thrusts were becoming sloppy. when he was ready, jungkook gripped you and you moaned softly closing your eyes over, and for a few moments he just kept going until you felt him fill you, your eyes remained closed as he collapsed on top of you, your arms moving up and around him briefly. he moved from you and you winced when he pulled out and he lay beside you.

you both lay there in silence, the only noise in the room was the panting both of you were doing and you wet your lips. he turned his head to look at you, his fingers curling around your own and you looked back at him, a blush spreading across your cheeks and he smiled leaning in, his arms wrapping around you and his lips pressing to your forehead.

-oOoOoOo-

jungkook had text you, telling you just to go straight in and as you walked around the gate to get to the backyard you could hear talking so you smiled and walked a bit further in but stopped when you heard your name being mentioned. “so.” jimin’s voice spoke and you peeked around the corner to see the three of them sitting. you wet our lips and felt bad for eavesdropping. “so what?” jungkook deadpanned. taehyung spoke next. “kookie this has been going on a month, have you got feelings for her or not?” he asked.

jungkook stayed silent and he didn’t look up, his silence was thickening the air and you frown tugging your lip between your teeth. “it started out as a bet right, if you don’t actually have feelings for her, you need to break it off. we... were just” taehyungs words seemed to get caught and jungkook shrugged. he knew he did but admitting out loud in front of his two friends was more difficult than he’d thought. he’d been denying it for so long. but unknown to jungkook you stood, a few feet away. “it was just a bet.” he sighed putting his face in his hands.

a bet. it was a bet. what was a bet? you wanted to step out and ask but you were frozen in place still hidden. “i need to tell her it was all a bet.” jungkook sighed and he looked up at his friends and he wet his lips. “she deserves to know.” he said and the other boys just looked at each other. it dawned on you completely what was meant, YOU had been the bet. your phone vibrated and you looked down at it. we need to talk. please hurry. you swallow, and you don’t think you can listen to him say it. from his feelings, to you being his girlfriend to you having sex. to you being a fucking bet. you try to turn too quickly and you drop your phone, it making a clattering sound.

but you pick it up quickly, and you rush down back towards the gate and down the driveway just to get out of there. when you reach a far enough point you stop, ready to cry but you don’t want too. you’re stronger than this far too strong for this. your chest is constricting, your hand grasping at it to try and calm yourself down. your breathing is heavy, and you look down feeling your phone again you look down to see that jungkook is calling. you ignore it.

you stand with your hand against the brick wall, chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks. how could you have been so fucking stupid? why after nearly three years would jungkook decide to take an interest in you? you’d had a crush on him when you were younger and this now.. it was too much to deal with. he’d been using you as a bet, and he’d won it, your hand is still holding you up. you move closer to put both hands on the railing, slowly sinking to the ground.

your sobs are starting to hurt your chest and your throat, you can’t see due to the tears blurring your vision and you’re pretty sure now it’s pouring with rain. “Y/N! we were waiting for you, what are you doing? we need to... talk but i promise it’ll be okay really” a voice asked and you refuse to believe it’s there but he must realise what’s going on because he moved over. “hey.. what’s going on?” he asked and his hands place on either side of your face. “has something happened?” you want to sink into it, melt into him. it would be so easy, but you need to have more pride in yourself.

“don’t touch me.” you sobbed. roughly pushing his hands away from your face and you push yourself to stand. “Y/N..” his voice sounds soft, full of hurt. “what’s-” he tries and takes your hand that you rip away from him. “did i really mean nothing more than a fuck.. to you? to your friends? was it all some sort of big joke? was i the ‘fuck the loner girl’?” you asked, and his brows furrow. jungkook attempted to speak and you shake your head. “no? so if not a joke, a fucking bet?!” you demand and his eyes widen. his lips part and he wanted to say something. anything. “Y/N it’s not what you think... okay i promise i-”

“tell me the truth.” you cut him off, bleary gaze on his wide eyed face. “i don’t want half assed lies or apologies, jeon. i want you to tell me the truth.” your chest is constricting because you can see it on his face, that yes, of course that’s what it was. “it.. it started out that way.” he admitted looking down and you shake your head looking away from him. but he moved and his arms wrapping around your middle and he stared down at you in an attempt to get you to look at him and you did, to see his face, wide and teary eyed. “Y/N it all changed, i promise it’s not like that anymore.”

you want to try and believe him, you really do. but you’re so full of hurt and anger that you can’t make yourself do it. you sway for a moment and then you moved your hands pushing his arms away and he hung his head as you go to move he looked up at you shaking his head and trying to grasp at you once you step away. “no.. Y/N don’t do this, please, please don’t do this, just hear me out, please.” he tried to reach for you again but you push his hand away. stepping further into the rain away from him.

but what you say next stopped him, catching him off guard. “i should have known that when you sat down in front of me a month ago. that there was no way.. that there was no way you had the same feelings for me that i did for you that i have tried so hard to repress” you trailed off and jungkook began frantically shaking his head. “no no i lo-” he began but he couldn’t make the words come out, catching in his throat when he seen how hurt and broken you looked. he did love you. he’d denied it for years, pushed you aside, hurt you and now.. now he could say it and let it in because you were the only one he wanted.

“i’ve been in love with you for such a long time that i thought you could actually... love me back.” you breathe sadly. the rain soaking both of you, keeping your distance, and keeping away from him. your gaze won’t meet his and he knows how messed up this is. “Y/N listen to me. this.. is a mistake, i never meant to hurt you. i’m so sorry please, just hear me out. that’s all i want, just five minutes to fix this. five minutes.” he pleaded trying to take your hand which you recoiled from.

you finally looked at him and his heart shatters at the expression on your face, make up ruined from not just the rain and from the crying. “there is no fixing it jeon, you’ve broken my heart.” you whisper and the words shatter everything. he wants the ground to crumble and swallow him whole. because that is the last thing he wants. “Y/N-” he began. you let out the worst sound he’s ever heard, a sob and his eyes widen heart breaking.

“we’re done here, i don’t want to see you ever again jeon jungkook.” and he can’t move, he’s frozen and you’re taking off, running. running from the heartbreak and running from him and he’s back in that void again that he thought he’d finally gotten out of and he staggered slowly leaning against the brick wall, feeling like his whole life was now in tatters because he’d ruined everything, but he really had fell in love with you.

he wanted to do absolutely to anything to make you happy. but he’d ruined you instead

#jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts au #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #oskookie

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eutaerpe · 6 years ago

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in nuce (in fieri pt 2)

→ genre: The raven cycle!AU | a little bit of angst, a lil bit of fluff

→ pairing: reader/Taehyung ft jjk

→ word count: 4k

→ description: Kim Taehyung knows that kissing his one true love means you’re inevitably going to die. He knows he shouldn’t even bother because he sees how Jungkook looks at you and him both, but that doesn’t stop him from calling you at midnight and picking you up and letting you feel his hot and uneven breath on your face.

→ a/n: hello!! i’m so sorry this took a while, but sophomore year happened. along with many other things. as usual, forgive me for any mistakes :( i hope you like this piece as much as i do!! :) x

Jungkook hates driving your black BMW. He absolutely despises how well his calloused hands feel on the leather wheel, he loathes how comfortable it is, how silent and classy and rich it is.

You, on the other hand, love seeing him plopped on a seat that’s not the passenger one – shotgun, Jimin would have shouted in every other occasion, failing to occupy that desired seat, though today is an exception: there’s only the two of you in your expensive, hateful, practically never used car.

A small side of you – well hidden under all those layers of restless obliviousness - dreads to tell him it’s because you’re always in Taehyung’s car and your heart flutters when you see the older man drive, his hand in yours. Yet you don’t. Jungkook’s forehead is already wrinkled as it is, and you hate it. Sometimes it’s easier to picture what it would be like to ask Glendower for Jungkook’s happiness, instead of having him tired and broken around you.

“It’s just two hours,” you murmur, your right hand covering your left one, burnt by Namjoon’s culinary impracticalness. He almost cried, the other night, when he dropped the boiling water all over the kitchen – and casually almost cut you with his knife, but you don’t share this tad with Jungkook. You and Namjoon decided to stick to microwaved ramen after that, while you promised him you weren’t hurt. You’re not wholly hurt, at least. Just enough to make Jungkook drive because he knows (and you know) that this makes him feel powerful but not crucially enough to make Namjoon worry.

“I know,” Jungkook replies, rolling the sleeves of his black hoodie above his elbows, “don’t worry about me. Try to get some sleep while you’re at it, you know you’re the one who has to lead all our conversations later”.

Of course, you must, inevitably. That’s the perk of growing up in a well-mannered family, mother aspiring to be elected as senator in the next elections, father quiet, complying and greatly focused on his children’s future, a sharp-tongued brother who dressed like a Dior model and… you. Thriving to find your dead Welsh king.

Sometimes you wish angry-and-bothered Jungkook would stop looking at you with a distaste for your surroundings – “Envy”, Jimin once said. “It’s really not his fault, you’re the sweet little girl that has everything he has ever dreamed of, yet you steer as further as possible from your family” – because, given the chance, you’d give it all to him. You even told him, which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t a good idea, because he flinched, passed his hand in his dark hair and laughed so darkly you’d feared him. He had hovered you, looked at you, stroked your cheek and said “I don’t want to talk about this ever again. Please” and, somehow, that cracked your relationship. You wish you’d stop hurting him with your words.

“Alright.” you manage before you close your car’s door.

In two hours, you’ll be in Seoul – well, your parents’ luxurious mansion – facing your whole family and the whole city, being the good daughter that they’d raised you to be. It’s not as bad as it sounds, because this time there’s Jungkook with you. His scholarship-student, boyish, attractive face can charm off everyone you know: it’s a win-win situation for you two, as he can gain connections while you avoid making small talks with every person known by your parents.

It’s the only deal your parents expect from you – if you want to live in your apartment with Namjoon and Jimin, refrain yourself from attending their social gatherings during summer so that you can devote, once again, yourself to your quest (Glendower Glendower Glendower)… if you don’t want to give up your independence, well, you have to be there.

Jungkook is a steady driver. Precise, careful, safe. His eyes are fixed on the road above him, veins bulging in his arms, hoodie carefully placed over his black high waisted jeans. Sometimes, though, it’s hard to guess what’s on his mind. On the outside, he looks unfazed, one could think he almost never thinks or never worries, but. You know he faces his fears on his own, in due time, as he does with all those matters that he bears on his shoulders. One by one, he takes them off his body, deciding to win strategically, to defeat with logic and daunting calm his enemy. He’s indefinitely stubborn, that you know for sure. But… You want to stop thinking about what he might be thinking of. What he might be feeling. He barely sighs. Crossing your legs on the passenger seat, you’d wish he’d tell you.

“Guk,” your voice says before you even realize it, “’m glad you’re here with me.”

He swallows, hard, hands still fiercely gripping the wheel.

“I know,” he says at first, “I’m glad to be here with you.” then adds, voice much softer.

That makes you fall asleep peacefully.

You remember less champagne and slightly more suits. You’re glad to see dozens of women owning their couture clothes and classy jackets, even though they’re wearing their best academic success, next in line CEO, future sad wife, better daughter-than-you smiles. Ah, what a daring exhibition. Very two-thousand-and-something of your parents. On a second thought, how rich of you to almost disapprove of the growth of alcohol in the room. Yoongi taught you better.

You give Jungkook your best help-me-forget-I’m-here smile. You like to think you gave life to this one, owning the patent and all. Not on sale yet, so no one even dares to wear it on their perfect and not-chapped lips, but Jungkook acknowledges it and his hand brushes yours to lower the frantic anxiety in your body. Thank God for Jungkook.

“Frankly,” a voice on your left startles you, “if I were you, I’d have chosen another dress”. The corners of your mouth threat to lift themselves up, and that’s how you know – with the raging chaos of the dining room – that Yoongi is talking to you.

“Yeah, but you know, avoiding Dior is my first priority along with showing up to mum’s birthday with a glass plate as a fucking gift”

He snorts. “You did like my gift, though, so you’re in no position to neither judge nor question my ability to lighten the lives of the people with loving presents.”

“Stop talking like mum” you hiss, crossing your arms on your chest.

His blond hair looks even more platinum these days. “Glad to know we’re resembling our parents more as we grow, kid. That worried look on your face gave off a dad vibe, if you know what I mean,” he gestures as he speaks, before eyeing Jungkook on your side, “Or maybe a vague daddy one? I know for a fact that you’ve been called daddy in the past- “

“Kids sometimes call each other mom and dad when they’re five”

“-unless I’m mistaking all this entirely and Jeon here is your daddy?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face. “How many times do I have to tell you? He’s not my-”

“Not fucking your sister, sorry to disappoint,” Jungkook interrupts, making your eyes bulge. He looks perfectly calm with his hands in the pockets of his black suit he changed into as soon as you came here. His forehead is showing, and you know for a fact that this simple detail is enough for making girls go down on their knees for him. But Jungkook is not like that. He’s usually calm, peaceful, charming, respecting Jungkook. Aglionby Jungkook is your Jungkook seventy-five percent of the time. Then there’s wild Jungkook – though not wild enough to drink and engage in your activities when you forget you’re yourself and remember you’re your brother’s sister. Wild yourself would terrify Taehyung. Or terribly amuse him. Honestly, you don’t know what’s worse. You don’t even want to find out the answer.

This Jungkook, though, is… altogether a whole new persona that comes to life when he has had enough of people like these in this room; or, you now realise, when he talks to Yoongi. All cocky, dry humored and sarcastic, and for that you curse your brother’s nature.

“Not for lack of trying, though,” Yoongi, in fact, insists.

“I mean, you’d have to visit to know, right? You’re just guessing we’re joined at the hip and spending our lives together—”

“And fucking in her BWM”

Jungkook promptly ignores him and smirks, the devil himself. “…but it’s all talk unless you come to check on her and take a look for yourself, uh?”

Your brother gets closer to Jungkook, eyes dark and looming in the younger’s ones. “No, no, you’re right,” he begins, playing with his ring, “My sister is philanthropic, charitable. She’d settle for…” he seems to weight his words, “I don’t remember, how’s he called?”

“Shut up. Yoongi,” you warn him, grabbing his wrists. “Just shut up”

“The new one? Taehyung?”

Jungkook goes rigid beside you and you snap. “Fuck off,” you push him away, “fuck off. Stay away from us unless you’ve sobered up. Give this jerk attitude to mum and dad and everyone who hurt you in this life, I couldn’t care less. But not to me. And not ever to Jungkook.”

Yoongi has the maybe-I-screwed-up face, his features twisted in a badly hidden fear. You focus on him for a second, but it’s enough for Jungkook to slide out of his position next to you and, in a swift move, he’s gone. Just like that. Lost among the guests. His erratic heartbeat almost quiet as opposed to the noisy chatter of the room.

“Y/N…”

Your brother’s voice falters.

“No, Yoon. I have to find him.”

Yet, fate is a funny thing. It tells Taehyung not to kiss people if he doesn’t want them to die while it brings Jungkook in his life. You in his life. Fate demands you to be your honest self, and you wish you could comply, but being Jungkook’s friend – that runs after him, takes care of him, shares pain with him – is hard to do when you can’t do any of those things. You can’t take care of him because he’s his own person, and he doesn’t need you like that. You can’t share his pain with him – nor take all his pain away – because he never shares. He never takes. He’d never take anything from you.

As for the last thing you wish you could do for him, well—you can’t exactly run after him if he’s faster than you, quicker, smoother, swifter.

(Better)

You physically can’t, if your own mother positions herself between you and the crowd Jungkook dissolved into.

“Daughter of mine!” she beams, eyes now crescents. “I missed you terribly.”

The last thing you see before she engulfs you with her warm hug is your brother’s stare – dark, quiet, not at all menacing. It terribly resembles Yoongi’s smile when he was younger and carefree. But it only lasts a fraction of a second. Yoongi gives you his back and disappears into the crowd.

A part of you, you think, holding onto your mother’s waist, wishes he’d go looking for Jungkook. But one can only hope, right? You wish Taehyung was here. He’d hold your hand. He’d knew what to do.

Jungkook, you reckon, a twinge of pain hitting you all at once, would want Taehyung here, too.

The hauntingly beautiful mansion—yours, you remind yourself – is packed. Jungkook is still gone, out of sight, so as you exhale a silent sigh you run your eyes, for the nth time, once again through the people—the aged, rich, people that fit better than you in this daunting place. You scan through all the black cocktail dresses, you skim through the delighted expressions, past above the lingering faux happiness they decided to show to your guests. Yet, there’s no trace of Jungkook. What would you give to leave your mother and go look for him, his doe eyes fixated in your mind, lacking beside you.

Your mother winces at the volume of the conversation she’s now holding with an old politician in front of you—she grimaces for a split second, hands still covering her filled glass of champagne. Honestly, though? You couldn’t care less about the media strategies set to unfold the enigmatic yet, dear Mrs. Min, disruptive truth about—

“I think you’ve been right all along,” Professor Shin interrupts your trail of thoughts, a smug grin on his face. You excuse yourself – finally – and turn to him, suddenly excited. Professor Shin – Kim Shin, a charming university History professor that yes, has seen you grow up but, well, seems like doesn’t know what aging means – is probably the only one who firmly believes you’re right. (Glendower saved you. Glendower’s body is still out there. This is your call, for god’s sake.)

The fact that, upon hearing about your arrival, your father’s close friend has decided to meet you and grace you with this… assumption (statement, your mind decides. Truth, your heart suggests.) sends a small jolt through your body. You’ve been right all along. The words echo in your ears. You’ve been right all along. God. God, how you wish Taehyung was here.

This feels weirder than imagined. Closer to a dream, your brother’s vivid and blinding dreams, closer to when Jungkook sat next to you, eyes beaming, bunny smile in full display, and said: “I’m out my parents’ place.”

“I’m sorry,” you begin, a timid smile growing onto your lips, “Could you please repeat what you just said, Professor?”

He snickers, hands in his pockets. “I think you’re right about the ley line in Tokyo. The Tokyo SkyTree building?” – he vaguely gestures in front of your face – “It lies onto a Ley Line, which means that it has disrupted its flow of power into Tokyo itself. But the truth is, the building is… a lot more than just that. I can show you. You’d be delighted to read what I found out, miss Min. That curious friend of yours…ah, Jungkook, right? He’s already looking at my sources right as we talk. What do you say?”

A small pang of pain hits your heart—almost non-existent, you want to say, yet it’s growing and exploding through your limbs because Jungkook—your Jungkook, once again not your Jungkook—is already a step before you. Already thriving, already choosing, already living and smiling without you—yet you smile. You say yes. Just like Jungkook said yes.

The very same Jungkook that has his sleeves rolled on his elbows, his hair mussed and his eyes sparkling. Charming. Handsome.

(Living. Thriving. Smiling. Seeming at peace in your parent’s office, the libraries tall and imposing onto your figures, you two insignificant though blooming at the news.)

He spares a glance at you; his smile doesn’t falter, and this warms your pained heart.

“In simple terms, miss Min,” Professor Shin begins, “We should think of Tokyo as more than a ley line… ask yourself, what would happen if a ley line was to burst and exceed its physical limitations? The answer’s not its power would shatter into a million pieces, miss. The answer, as a matter of fact, is funnier. Wilder. The laws of nature are compact, precise, yet immensely fluid. Japan itself is a force of nature… let me explain; think of it as the feng shui rules. Think about the importance of placing certain objects in specific places. Think about the positive energies a right placement implies.

Now, the Tokyo SkyTree is standing tall, harshly, into a place not appointed for a building. The laws of nature act, at this point. Something so trivial, so languid as a building meant for humans, that will sooner or later cease to exist, broke the synergy of the ley line. The ley lines, eternal, right, powerful. Meant to exist for longer than we can imagine.” He pauses, a glint in his eyes. “The ley line disrupted its power everywhere near the building, imprinting it to Tokyo itself, I imagine. Perhaps even more than Tokyo itself. Now, a young student of mine suggested that this didn’t happen. That the building didn’t lacerate the ley line. That it just… cracked the ley line. Creating a portal. A mass of energy – an unfathomable flow of energy – concentrating in a point, asking for help, connecting itself to the rest of the ley lines in the world. That could lead to anywhere… anyone. To whichever body that lies into a powerful place.”

“To… Glendower.” Jungkook says, licking his lips.

“To Glendower.” You repeat, a conviction in your tone. “Whatever happened, we—I want to see it. I want to feel it. I need to go there.”

“I expected you to say that, miss.” He laughs. “I’m onto a new journey, and I wish you’d take part of it. Lead it, actually. You’re young—” at that, you snort, “But you have tons of experience. I’d like to conduct other experiments in Tokyo, in order to understand what happened, but as soon as I’ve gathered all the pieces of information, I’d like you to go there. So, I now ask you to wait. And prepare yourself. Can you do that for me, miss Min?”

Jungkook’s eyes fall on you and, sensing his disturb – he’s not in the picture. He’s suddenly not part of this game – you avoid his inquiring, hard gaze. “Yes, sir. Take your time. But I want to know—”

“—about everything I’ll discover. Of course.”

His phone rings. You’re sure it’s his because Jungkook lost his (did he really, though?), and you left yours in your room, away from yourself, away from the tempting though to call Taehyung and ignore the gathering altogether. You swore you wouldn’t jump at the first occasion to ditch the party—so here you are, longing for a connection with Taehyung, yet impossibly far from him.

“Excuse me, please.”

God. You want out. You want out before Jungkook says—

“You can’t do this alone—I’m in this, we’re in this together. What about—” his eyes are angry, his features scream madness, “What about Namjoon? What about Jimin?” he exhales, “What about me?”

What about Taehyung?

You can’t answer that, because he begins almost shouting again, “You can’t just think about yourself—this is about all of us. This involves all of us. So what? Just because you were there from the beginning—just because you can travel whenever the fuck you want, it’s easier to cut us out, huh?”

“Jungkook,” you plead, hands on his forearms, “Jungkook, listen to me…”

“If it’s a matter of pride—”

“It’s not!”

“—or worse, money—”

“You have to stop this.” You groan, hands in your hair. “You have to stop this, please. It’s killing me.”

Something in him must click at your words because he’s frowning and unbuttoning his shirt’s top button. “It’s not killing you,” he laughs, a sound void of sympathy, “It’s not.”

“It is! Stop invalidating my feelings—”

“You are, though! You’re crushing mine!”

You ignore his words, hands on your heart, tears threatening to come out. “I-I feel like I can’t talk to you! I always try to choose my words around you and—and it’s killing me. Knowing that you won’t understand—knowing that I’ll choose wrongly, that the next time is gonna be worse, because you’re slowly getting out of reach, you’re running away from me!”

Jungkook’s mouth is agape, his eyes wide. “That’s not true,” it’s his whisper.

“I don’t know what to do. I love you, but… this is killing me. I love you, but it’s useless because you’re getting farther away from me. And I don’t know… I don’t know how to keep you close.”

It’s hard to swallow when he looks so concerned, so out of control, so shocked at your words. But it’s the truth, isn’t it? He isn’t yours anymore. It’s sad to think that maybe he never was in the first place.

“You don’t love me.”

Those words throw you off.

You frown, you lick your lips, exasperated. “Yes, I do.”

This is excruciating. How can he not see? How does he not know? Jungkook, you want to scream, how can I make you believe?

“If you had to choose,” he begins, uncertain. You alert despair in his words. In how slowly he’s letting the words out. In how this is going to end badly—how easy it is for him to ask to choose him? Would you choose Taehyung? Choose me. Love me. “If you had to choose between me and Taehyung…”

“Jungkook, no.”

“Me and Taehyung.” He repeats, taking a step in your direction, gaze on yours, desperation clear, discomfort oozing out of his mouth. “Don’t think. Say a name.”

“I would never do this to you, and you know it.” His thumbs touch your cheeks, and you wish you were stronger—you wish you weren’t crying, you wish you could answer him. “Jungkook, please.”

He looks at you again—that’s the last thing you see before closing your eyes, letting your tears wet your whole face. You’re sobbing, forcing your mouth closed, even when he keeps caressing your soft skin.

“Y/N…”

“I do love you.” You force out, instead. “I do love you, Jungkook. But what about you?” your words are nothing more than a hushed whisper. “Do you love me? Or…”

You open your eyes. Jungkook’s still looking at you, eyebrows frowning. This mere sight makes you want to scream. Your words make you want to weep, uncontrollably. This is not fair. This isn’t what you had planned.

“Are you in love with me? Or are you in love with Taehyung?”

That’s the right question to ask, you want to cry out loud. That’s what’s nurturing you and him both—you’ve lived since birth a privileged life. You’ve always asked questions, you were always praised for your curiosity. Most especially, you were always given answers. But what about now? Why can’t he say—can’t he share the truth? Can’t he say he loves you, deeply, so terribly deeply, yet Taehyung makes him feel different? Makes he feel normal? Alive? Just a boy?

You do know it. You do know how does he feel.

As he blinks, pulling away, pupils desperate, you wish you could say: I know how he makes you feel. And again: I feel the same way. The truth: he makes me feel the same way.

You take a step back, drying your wet cheeks.

“We’re leaving tomorrow.”

Another truth: I love him.

As you give him your back, you leave him alone in the office. But Jungkook doesn’t follow you.

(The truth you didn’t say out loud: you love him, too.)

It’s past midnight when Taehyung misdials.

He says it right away, first thing when you pick up, and you don’t believe him for a second.

“I misdialled. Didn’t mean to call you. To wake you up—”

“It’s fine.” You murmur, drowning in your warm bed. “I don’t mind. Wasn’t sleeping anyway.”

“Mhm.” He sighs, “Was the party okay?”

“As okay as it can be.”

“Vague.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Were the people okay?”

“Bearable as drunk Namjoon.”

“So, as bearable as my brother Seokjin when he hasn’t had his fair share of daily compliments.”

Your lips can’t help but curve into a smile. “Seokjin loves you, though.”

“So does Namjoon.”

You breathe out. “Yeah,” you swallow. “Yeah, he does.”

“What about Jungkook?”

Your heart is in pain. Damned Jungkook.

“What about him?”

Taehyung pauses, and you imagine him blinking, nodding to nothing. “I hope that, at least, the food was good.”

“Of course. Our chef has never disappointed the Min family.”

You faintly hear him chuckle.

“You okay?”

Here it is, the million dollars question. “I am now. I’m glad you misdialled.”

Taehyung doesn’t exhale. “Might do it again, dunno. Can’t really say I’m a fan of technology.”

“I’d answer,” you admit, voice lower than before, “If you ever were to misdial again.”

“Good,” he sounds pleased, “Wouldn’t want to waste the call.”

Taehyung bites the inside of his mouth, eyes checking into the dark kitchen he’s in.

“Sweet dreams.”

He waits for your tender “Night, Tae,” before hanging up.

That night, you sleep like a child.

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brightlytae · 6 years ago

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Am i the only one who thinks Tae acts like a lil’ b**? I mean I get it? Being lied at sucks, but listening to Bogum and giving him a chance to talk to you. But not the guy who’s done everything he could to make you happy the last couple of months? Like why not let him explain? Afterwards you still can block him? Take time for yourself etc~ it just seems a little childish, to go off with what Bogum has said. Especially since he knows he’s a manipulative piece of shit

I mean I understand where you’re coming from anon although I maybe wouldn’t put it quite in those words. Taehyung from the beginning has always been quite harsh with Jungkook and never really given him a chance. Not with the party and now not with the Nochu account. Hopefully you’ll see in the upcoming chapters Taehyung address this though; realise that he’s done this and try to change his behaviour…. (I don’t want to say much without giving anything away but I’ve acknowledged this part of tae in the story and it’s coming up soon). But tae blocking Jungkook is kind of the point? It’s supposed to show that he hasn’t learned since the party, he is still pushing Jungkook away instead of giving him the chance to speak. This is his flaw!! He is supposed to be wrong for doing this too! But this time round there are more feelings involved and that’s why this time not speaking to jk is good for him. It’s supposed to give him the time to think about his past actions, reassess this and change his behaviour. Hopefully things will be clearer soon!

A big part of this story really is the learning curves for both tae and Jungkook. For Jungkook it’s about being yourself and not lying to those around you. For tae it’s about listening to people, giving people a chance and opening himself up to others without pre-judging. In order for any relationship to work out between them they need to address these parts of themselves. Neither one of them is perfect and both have made mistakes towards the other.

And you’re right. Tae has allowed himself to talk to Bogum after everything and not Jungkook and that is wrong. But tae and Bogum’s relationship long outstretches the one he has with Jungkook. He’s known him longer, had feelings for him for longer and was also with him-they were romantically involved and even though everything went to shit, it’s always easier said than done when someone comes back in the picture and you want to avoid them.

When Bogum messages him in the first text you can see clearly that he sends Taehyung a looooot Of messages. The important thing to note is that Tae ONLY responds once JUNGKOOK is brought up. It’s only at the mention of Jungkook that tae feels he needs to say something back and get involved- before that, he was ignoring him and he would have continued to ignore him too! When he gets told that Bogum has something to tell him about Jungkook and wants to meet him, he isn’t going just for himself. He’s going because he wants to stand up for himself AND Jungkook. He wants to know what Bogum has to say and shut him down- he wants to tell Bogum to stop talking about Jungkook and leave them both alone.

BUT…. the thing is… what Bogum says just so happens to be true and that throws a spanner in the works. Jungkook has been lying to tae and tae really had no idea. He met with bogum with no prior idea that Bogum would be saying what he did. He expected to be fed lies and manipulation and was ready to tell Bogum to shove it. Which he still does do! After they meet Taehyung hasn’t forgiven Bogum or let him back into his life. Bogum said what he did and Taehyung acknowledged it and then told him to leave him alone for good. But of course now he’s left with this huge revelation that Jungkook and Nochu are the same person and how is he supposed to deal with that?

Taehyungs initial actions are definitely hasty, sure. But in his mind he feels betrayed. Honestly if Jungkook had been the one to tell Tae at this point of the story, Tae’s reaction would have been very different. But Taehyung was told by the one person he truly hates. And it seems like Jungkook never really had any intention to tell Taehyung the truth- at least in tae’s mind, because why didn’t he when he could have?

Tae will let Jungkook explain and he will talk to him. But right now he needs to process what’s happening and try to grasp the fact that the last few months of his life with Jungkook where - sure he was making him super happy- seem almost fabricated? Remember that it was Nochu that Taehyung told all those things he enjoys to right? So does it not sort of seem like Jungkook found out what he could about Taehyung in secret and then used that to make him like him? At least that’s how tae is seeing it right now.

Plus he’s hurt, really hurt and talking to Jungkook straight away when he’s feeling the way he is/so clouded with questions and fuelled by anger and despair probably wouldn’t work out well for either of them.

Tae was hurt in the past by Bogum using him and lying to him and the main reason he avoided Jungkook after the party was because he was scared Jungkook would do the same thing. Once he finally opens himself up to Jungkook, finally moves past his initial reservations and lets them be friends…. he’s right back to where he started. What he was most afraid of has happened again. It’s important to remember that Taehyung doesn’t know everything about the party yet. Whilst the audience has been told some stuff, more is to come and tae still needs to be told everything clearly. All he knows is that one second he and jk were getting along great and jk seemed awesome and the next, jk is hooking up with taehyungs sort of ex. That’s it. He had looked past this right? He had decided to forget about it and allow him and jk to be friends- But now that the Nochu stuff has been revealed all of that has come flooding back too.

More is to come that will hopefully give further explanation so it’s kind of hard to say everything I want to when there’s still parts of the story missing! But I get why you would feel annoyed at Taehyung, like I said, he isn’t perfect and Jungkook isn’t the only person in this story that makes mistakes! I’m actually glad in some way that people are picking up on Taes mistakes too.

Thanks for sending this in and allowing me a place to delve further into taehyungs character!

#LOWOFT AU2 #LOWOFT-AU2 #i have no idea if this makes sense because im trying to avoid plot spoilers but if not come back once the story is done to discuss it more!!#i dont really want to defend either tae or jk because theyve both done stupid things #but hopefully this gives more reason behind taes behaviour?#thanks!#anon asks #adding to tag for chatacter desc.

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jiminies-ahmee · 6 years ago

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CAR RIDES WITH BF!BTS

SEOKJIN

seokjin is the type to play power ballads in the car

maybe a bit of beyonce bc, y'all know our seokjinnie is diva

and at the traffic lights ppl will literally be able to HEAR the both of you busting your lungs singing

and you’ll have synchronised dance moves all down-packed to all the songs

but seokjin isn’t one for EXTREMELY late night drives, bc he likes his beauty sleep

however, he is definitely into fast food drive thrus

he’ll make those iconic ‘hmmm’ and ‘wahhh’ noises and soon, it’ll rub off on you too

it might be a good idea to let seokjin drive at all times bc you’ll be laughing way too hard at his attempts at jokes

OMG

YOU’D LAUGH SO HARD WHEN ITS RAINING AND SEOKJIN’S FORCED TO TURN THE WINDSHIELD WIPERS ON

it’d be silent in the car for a few moments

and then you’d break into a laugh

and then seokjin would laugh

and it’d just be a mess

y'all would be a mess

a hot ass, diva mess

YOONGI

oh it wouldn’t be silent all the time

but sometimes it would be

bc either you were having a nap

or yoongi was having a nap

and he napped in the backseat

it would warm your heart to hear his soft snores bc YES FINALLY your baby is getting his much-deserved sleep

yoongi would always wake up to the smell of food tho, bc you knew he’d be hungry when he woke up

and that sorta rubbed off on him

when you would wake up in the passenger seat after dozing off, yoongi would have brought you your absolute favourite foods

and even tho you didnt know it, yoongi had really gone out of his way to get it for you - just to see you smile

bc he had quite literally gone off course and done a u-turn just to get the food for ya

he a sweetie, not a meanie

and there’d sometimes be some RNB or trap music playing in the background

but it was almost always piano instrumentals

bc even tho he wouldnt admit it to you, that instrument truly was his first love

but it helped him find you <3

NAMJOON

now car time for namjoonie is inspiration time

actually no, all the time is inspiration time

when you’re behind the wheel, you’ll literally be having a convo with joon and he’d just be like ‘ooh’ or ‘yes’ out of nowhere

and you glance at him and he’s got his nose in his notebook, quickly scribbling lyrics in his secret book

(it isn’t secret to you tho bc he’s shared all the lyrics he’s ever written with you)

and then he’d realise he quite literally cut you off, so he’ll look up at you and apologise profusely

“i did it again, didn’t i?” “it’s okay joonie, you can take the man out of the studio but you can’t take the studio of the man”

he’d do that shy giggle he does with his hand over his mouth when you say that

but other times, when namjoon’s the one behind the wheel - mind you this does not happen regularly bc you aren't afraid to admit that you fear for you life when namjoon is the one driving

he’d play all of those amazing and beautiful songs he recommends through twitter and when he’d give you the aux cord

oh boy

“this song is so good! quick, tweet it, y/n!” “who sings this? this is littttttt”

y’all will just be singing in the strangest of tones but there’ll always be that one, heavenly moment when you’ll cut it out and literally harmonise by ACCIDENT

and joon will just stare at you and you’ll stare at him before realising

“JOON THE LIGHT’S GREEN, MOVE, OH MY GOD!”

HOSEOK

i think you already know where this is going

hoseok does not sit still in the car unless he is tired

and that is a rare event

he’s always groovin’ and moovin’

even if you accidentally switch the station to some random one that’s playing ethnic music

he’s poppin’ and lockin’ and no one can stop him someone stop me

but anyways, hoseok is the one who ultimately brought you out of your shell

his dancing and his aura of pure happiness has been passed onto you and so you’re always dancing in the car too

and you two are the type to take videos of it (obv the person in passenger seat is taking the video, don't snapchat and drive peeps xx) and post them to twitter and instagram and all that jazz

car time with hobi is forever and always a fun time

but honey, let’s not forget that as well as dancing and spitting fire, this sunshine can SING

if a ballad comes on, oh boy, you better make sure that seatbelt real tight or you’re going to fly out the window

he literally leaves you speechless sometimes with his vocals

and you don't tell him, but you always manage to record him when he's singing in the car

and you save them for when he’s away on tour that way you can keep hobi in your pocket and keep him close

JIMIN

this lil mochi, my peachy boy, is the dude that’ll look cool af in the car

even if you two are on your way late at night to get something to eat

you're out there wearing no paints, socks and slides and one of jimin’s shirts that are oversized for even him

whilst ya boy is out there wearing sweatpants and a random tee but still looking fine af

#thepowerofparkjimin

and you’d complain about it sometimes bc he’d want to go into the place to eat and you’re like

???? “do you see what i look like park jimin?”

and he’d be like “yes, you look ethereal, now let’s go”

he’d always hold your hand in the car

and when he needed to use two hands on the wheel he’d literally grab onto your hard -0.4 seconds after his hand was free

whenever you two would go driving together you’d always let jimin drive bc you knew he liked it and he didn’t get to do much of it during other times

omg you’d try to be sly and snap a few pics of him bc goddamn, but he’d realise and pull the silliest faces just to make you laugh

“yah, stop taking pictures, what are you? my personal paparazzi?” he’d tease

song wise, i feel like it’s either really soft music with jimin or like…. hardcore suggestive music

with soft music he’d be holding your hand and sing along quietly

but with the suggestive music well…. he’d just wriggle his eyebrows at you and smirk bc HA ITS SO FUNNY ISNT IT

“should i change the song, y/n? but i like it :(“

TAEHYUNG

oooft this boy

he’ll call you up randomly at the most ungodly of hours asking if you wanted to go for a drive

you’d always say yes bc why would you say no???

and so he’d pick you up and the two of you would just drive around the city

soft jazz music in the background bc taehyung has pretty cool and eccentric taste

and he’d just hum along

which would quite literally put you to sleep sometimes

and tae would just giggle bc wow you're so cute

but at other times - like when the rest of the world is awake - it’d be lively music

bc tae needs to wake up and so do you

it’d be so funny bc tae would play english songs and he wouldnt know some of the words

and he’d just start blabbering sounds that he thought sounded similar enough to the actual lyrics

(if this aint me with kpop tho)

and he’d just be such a great person to be in the car with

sometimes it’d be quiet between the two of you bc just being with one another was enough

or sometimes the two of you would just be laughing so hard at a story tae was telling

or sometimes it’d be a bit of a deep, emotional convo about the past or things that tae or even you just need to get off your chests

and you loved each and every one of those moments

bc tae made everything fun

even if you were both bawling your eyes out in a parking lot after getting a little carried away with your deep chats, he’d fail at cracking a joke and you’d both be a giggling, crying mess

but tae still thought you were the prettiest thing, so don't you worry a bit xx

JUNGKOOK

alright this boy

sometimes the two of you would spend more time arguing over who got to drive than actually sitting in the damn car

usually it’d be settled with an arm wrestle or whoever simply got to the driver’s seat first

you both have a few bumps and bruises bc of the second scenario

it’d be funny sometimes to watch kook drive tho bc he’d get a little rusty after tour and he’d just sit there in the driver’s seat completely zoned out

“kookie, you have to switch the ignition on, buddy. we’re losing daylight here.”

but the both of you would have this set playlist and set songs where the both of you would have individual parts

like you’d do duets together in the car

sometimes rap, sometimes pop, sometimes ballads

but y’all put your all in each and every song and the both of you would sometimes make it a competition to see who could sing better

jungkook would sing songs trot style lmao

and sometimes you’ll be out of breath by the time you reach your destination

but it’s all good

you’d also spend a lot of time in the parking lots of fast food restaurants bc foooooddd

and you’d always scold jungkook bc he’d always buy too much food but still manage to scoff it all down

“jeon jungkook, how the hell are we going to eat all of this?”

lol within 10 minutes the food’s all gone sis, you both scoffed it all

“i told you you’d eat it all”

roasting each other all the time

and then having to cheer up a butthurt jungkook bc he took it to heart just a lil bit

“jungkook, i’m joking”

oh and sometimes you’d grab his hand while he was driving and he’d get all startled

and you’d laugh at him

but he’d just grip onto your hand tighter till it hurt a little

“ow!”

“oh sorry, i just forget how strong i am sometimes”

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snackhobi · 4 years ago

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Had the worst day at work. 🗣🗣Need fluffy soft android tae to make it better

this is set in the human touch verse / part 1.5

Part 1 / [1.5] / 2

(masterlist here)

pairing: android!taehyung x reader / word count: 1.4k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none! (this is set after part 1, no spoilers for part 2!)

ANON I GOT YOU! 😤 I’m sorry your day at work was bad but I hope this lil oneshot makes it a little better!! ✨ and I hope tomorrow is better for you! this hasn’t been beta’ed, I typed this out as soon as I saw your message, I’m sorry for any mistakes! was a fast one!

You love your job. Honestly, you do. You know you’re lucky and that a lot of people hate their jobs, slog away at them just to make ends meet, no real passion for what they do. You’re lucky that you have a good job that you like with coworkers that you love. Really lucky. Extraordinarily lucky.

But everyone has bad days.

Days where clients are rude and brash. Days where the ideas you submit aren’t right, aren’t good enough, where everything you come up with gets sent back to the drawing board or scrapped altogether. Days where the café down the road from work is out of your favourite pastry, the last cinnamon roll stolen out from your very eyes by the person in front of you, your little guilty pleasure gone just like that.

(You watch, aghast and agape, as the other customer takes one bite into that last cinnamon roll, wrinkles their nose, and discards it in the trash. It would be one thing to have stolen it so brazenly from you, but they didn’t even finish it. You’re in disbelief.)

Your usual coping method for days like this? Get home, flop on sofa, eat takeout, feel sorry for self. It’s something you’ve gotten good at over the years, wallowing alone in your empty apartment, feeling angry and sad and small; left to stew and circle on those Really Rough Days that everyone has, unfortunately. Compounded by your solitude, your own lonely, echoing chamber. You could complain to your friends, of course, co-workers who would understand what you’re going through—but you feel stupid. Selfish, even, in complaining about these little things. So you keep it to yourself.

Or at least, that’s the plan.

Taehyung’s greeting is vibrant and bright, as it always is. His hair is red today, a shock of scarlet that fizzes on his head and frames his lovely face—he’s even changed his eyes too, a rarer occurrence, muted hazel, almost-green, an autumn forest at dawn. Seeing him makes everything a little better, an ice-pack on the mottled bruise of your day, a warm compress against an aching pain.

A little better, but not entirely.

“Hey, Taehyung,” you reply, trying to etch a smile across your lips.

Instantly, his LED flickers yellow.

“Y/n.” His voice is soft and low as he watches you kick your shoes off, hang your coat up, going through your usual daily motions, smooth with ease of practice even if your limbs feel heavy. “What’s wrong?”

You pause.

“Nothing,” you say. “I’m just tired.”

You hadn’t realised you were so transparent. Hadn’t realised that it would be so easy for Taehyung to see that something’s off, that the levity behind your words is forced, today.

Maybe, back when he’d first stepped foot in your apartment, your lie would have slipped past him. But he’s been here for a few weeks, now, and he’s grown to learn your idiosyncrasies so fast it should be frightening. (But it’s not. It’s… comforting, actually. Knowing that he can read you and does so because he cares about your wellbeing, worries about you, just as you worry about him.)

“Y/n,” Taehyung repeats.

There’s something a little more emphatic in his tone, something firmer, and you can’t help but look at him.

His LED is yellow and there’s a little frown laid across his brows, his smiling mouth set in a pursed line as he looks back at you, but he’s still soft around the edges. Concern. It’s written all over him, across every inch of his face and body, curled in the curve of his fingers as he reaches out to take your hand.

“What’s wrong?” He says, again, and something inside you dissolves, melts from black ice to gentle water under his warm touch.

“Just a bad day at work,” you admit, an almost embarrassed murmur at this confession of weakness. “I’m feeling a little stressed, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s okay.”

Taehyung’s LED is flickering, swirling yellow, before it transitions into that soft blue you love so much. “Go sit down.” He squeezes your hand. “I’ll make you something.”

Taehyung is still learning, far better at art than most other things, but he knows exactly what you like. The hot chocolate he presents you is piping hot, thick and creamy, and he’s even arranged some of your favourite biscuits on a small plate for you, set in a neat half-circle, a rainbow of cookies and otherwise. And when he sits next to you, he reaches for your hand, holds it loose but safe, looks at you with his big, big eyes—eyes that are back to their usual brown, now, his hair black atop his head, his default settings.

(You’ll never say it out loud, because Taehyung looks incredible no matter what, but you love this look. It’s your favourite, his dark hair and darker eyes, because it’s what makes him look the softest. It’s entirely Taehyung. There are no remnants of V.)

“Do you want to talk about it?”

And… you do, actually. You do want to talk about it. But still, you hesitate, until Taehyung squeezes your hand again, and all the tension rushes out of you like the air out of a balloon.

It’s weirdly easy to talk to Taehyung, someone who listens intently—like he always does—his LED a gentle looping river that flows on his temple as you spell out the minutiae of your day, each rock caught in the shoe of you life that you’ve struggled to kick out.

It’s strange, to feel coddled like this. Strange to have someone just want to listen to you, someone who cares about the things in your day that had built up into a mountain. Strange, but… nice. It leaves you feeling lighter, buoyed up, like you’ve shed part of the burden on your shoulders, like Taehyung has helped you lift it.

Things are better, the next day. Everything is fine, and your day is good; you know that yesterday was just a blip, something easily dismissed, all the easier for Taehyung’s unswerving support. A bad day is nothing important and doesn’t need thinking about. So, you put it out of your mind as you work, all but forgotten when you get home, back to Taehyung’s glittering eyes and wide grin.

His fingers are stained with paint and there are swipes of it down his apron, staining the once unmarred fabric, evidence of his endless creation. You love it, love that he loves to paint, to create, making things just because he can. For himself.

“I made something for you,” he says, and, oh.

Oh.

For himself, and for you too, it seems.

It’s a series of tiny, beautiful canvases. There’s an incredible floral display, chrysanthemums and peonies and roses and lilies and more, more, more, paint layered so thick that the petals literally rise from the page. Each one fits in the palm of your hand, so small and gorgeous, so much wonder contained in each small canvas; you’d forgotten about these. Wonder where Taehyung unearthed them from, without leaving chaos behind, your studio as organised as always.

“Do you like them?”

“Taehyung,” you murmur, staring at the canvas of forget-me-nots that’s cradled in your palm, each petal warm blue with softened hints of pink and purple, so pretty as they sit atop their stems. “I love them. They’re for me?”

Taehyung’s smile is warm, warm, warm. “I thought you could keep them on your desk at work. That’s why I painted them so small,” he says.

No one’s ever painted anything for you before.

“They’re so beautiful, Tae,” you say, and Taehyung’s LED flickers in delight at the nickname, the endearment, familiarity.

“You had a bad day yesterday and I thought you might like something nice to look at while you were at work,” he says, and his voice is so yielding and sweet, marshmallow soft. “Looking at your paintings makes me happy, and I thought you might be happy if you looked at mine, too.”

Your fingers tighten around the tiny canvas in your hand. You do feel happy.

You feel happy looking at Taehyung’s paintings.

(You feel happy looking at Taehyung.)

(The forget-me-nots sit next to your monitors, your eyes resting on those tiny, delicate blooms more often than you realise. Forget-me-not, you think, and then smile. As if you could ever forget about Taehyung.)

#taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #android taehyung #joy.masterlist #just a quick lil thing so I'm not gonna tag it properly but!! I hope u like!!#anon #ask

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read a few chapters of devil that i know and the stark contrast between pre- and post-death of taehyung is sooo heartbreaking to me. their lives were so fairytale-like and picture perfect at first, all of them were getting along very well (i’m even very fond of jungkook because he’s so kind for a demon!) but then jungkook starts to act on his obsession towards the mc and everything went to shit. their friend died because he has to get the ingredients for jungkook’s little ceremony (i forgot what it’s called mb) and unfortunately caught the deadly virus. then, jungkook deceives the mc over and over again, nevermind that he takes care of her (and more than that) but it just seems like all of it stems from his selfishness to keep her, not because he genuinely loves her?

also, i want to say that taehyung’s death made me cry and SOB. like i full on sobbed which is a huge deal because i’m numb as fuck lol. (spoiler alert: also cried bc lil meow meow died. poor cat didnt do anything wrong im so madd!! >:(() it hurt so bad when they found taehyung’s little notebook (?) where he wrote where they plan to travel and when and how to go there. aaaaaa it breaks my heart. it’s like i’m mourning for what could have been as well. but still, jungkook is such a sweetheart to mc but it breaks my heart that his constant deception of her will inevitably be detrimental to their relationship (i’m guessing) bc im kinda rooting for them even tho he’s a lil (a lot) crazy lol anyways this is long lol i’m thankful im found the fic as i was really immersed and reading it is an experience. thank u for writing it !! :3 <<333

(dtik spoilers below!)

i’m gonna cry 😭 i always get so happy when people read devil that i know because it’s literally my most favorite thing to write and where my whole blog started and when people say they’ve liked it so far i wanna sob because thank you for liking it as much as i do 😭

i think tae’s death is where everything starts to go downhill, especially because jungkook could have saved him but still chose not to because he was scared that he was going to take the m/c away from him when taehyung had given literally no indication of doing anything like that

i think it was sad, even writing it because it was like oh they’ve found their family, maybe not blood family but they have one another and now one of them is just gone, and again it could have been prevented

if you could see my chapter notes literally every time i plan jungkook’s magic shit i just write out jk demon time or something like that because i’ll be real i forget half the small details i add in that series and i always have to go back and check every time i start a new chapter

i think his selfishness is fueled by obsessive love. i don’t think the ‘love’ he feels for the m/c was anything he experienced with taehyung, hence not caring if he died even though they were good friends. i think jungkook loves the feeling of being in love so much that it’s moulded into more of his obsession surrounding the feeling and how good it makes him feel and that’s why he’s so sweet to her albeit a little (maybe a lot) bit of a morally grey character who doesn’t understand that what he’s feeling isn’t exactly a healthy amount of love of her and she’s too oblivious to notice sometimes though she’s slowly starting to catch on

her character is also a little morally grey and will continue to be in the future as she figures out jungkook’s character more, constantly turning a blind eye to all the stuff he does for her, and maybe that makes her as bad as he is, because she just wants to be loved too and if it’s from a demon who she slowly starts to realise can’t get enough of her, maybe she’s a little selfish too

EVERYONE MAKES ME FEEL GUILTY ABOUT KILLING HIM OFF but i refuse to regret it because it’s a big part of the plot line and it’s fine (spoiler) this a reincarnation fic so i’ll leave you with that much 😋

(spoiler for the last 2-3 chapters i think) lil meow meow is a king now so we don’t need to mourn, he’s actually living a better life than the m/c so king yoongi supremacy!

i think secretly i cant let go of taehyung’s character because the notebook scene was maybe a little bit of a spontaneous decision that i ran with and is now like a really big part of the plot line and will be very helpful to the m/c in the future

i was gonna be mean and write like scenes out of what it would have been like if he hadn’t died and they all got to travel together but uhh yeah i think killing him off was enough for that chapter 😭

jungkook and the m/c’s relationship is and will forever be my favorite to write, i literally have the end scenes planned out already, i knew how this series was going to end before i even started it and jungkook’s deception plays a smallish part in the bigger picture of their relationship and where they eventually end up, i hope that’s cryptic enough 😭 and i think it’s still impossible to guess the ending but that’s all i’m spoiling for that because we’re still quite a bit away from the end of the series and i have a lot planned before then

ahh thank you so much for reading! and im so happy you stumbled across the series, hopefully i’ll get an update out soon as well!!

#ask #devil that i know #DTIK

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 7 years ago

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What could go wrong?

This was supposed to be just a lil crack oneshot but here we are almost 3k words later.

I hope you get at least a little entertainment/amusement from this and I hope someone has a lil giggle over it other than me while I wrote it.

Genre; BTS magic au. crack. bad grown up words. Chee thinks she’s funny...again and also she doesn’t think shit through before writing

Jin likes to make potions and with Taehyung’s help, test it on the rest of BTS AKA

Jin fucks up a Youth potion with Taehyung’s help and they use their unsuspecting friends as human guinea pigs

The room was bright and spacious with counters and shelves full of various looking liquids and solid forms that honestly, Taehyung couldn’t name. That’s not to say his intelligence was lacking exactly but bluntly put, his intelligence was lacking in everything that didn’t hold his interest(and some things that did). Science was certainly not something that interested him in the slightest bit.

“Ah! You’re here!” Jin exclaimed popping up from behind a counter where he had been rummaging in the cupboard. He placed a brass pot on the countertop as Taehyung stood on the other side, watching his elder curiously.

“Why are we in Namjoon’s lab exactly, hyung?” Taehyung replied, eyes glued to the pot as Jin started to pour different liquids inside. “You don’t know anything about science.”

“But I do know magic!” Jin grinned. “Did you bring what I asked?” Taehyung nodded and pulled the small vial of dragon’s blood from his jacket pocket. He held it out, watching as Jin’s eyes glistened with excitement and he snatched the vile, holding it to his body protectively. His eyes flickered with a look of adoration as he eyed the vial and Taehyung was pretty much waiting for him to hiss out “my preciousss”.

“Why did you ask me to bring that? Hyung must have something similar around here.” Taehyung looked around curiously.

“How many times must I tell you, Taehyung? Science and magic don’t mix therefore I cannot use any of Namjoon’s ingredients to make my potions.”

“He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?” Taehyung realised, a shit-eating grin stretching his cheeks as Jin pouted down into the pot, vial in his right hand as he stirred the mixture with his left. “Ah hyung, are you having relationship troubles?” Taehyung teased.

“No. We’re doing great, thank you very much.” Jin snapped then took a breath and straightened up. “He just-he doesn’t agree with my potions.”

“Don’t tell Yoongi-hyung that, he’ll only rub it in. I can hear him now. I told you magic and science doesn’t work and neither does a scientist and fucking magician.” Taehyung imitated Yoongi in an exaggerated gruff tone that made Jin snort out a laugh.

“Magician. He always makes me sound like I pull rabbits from hats.” Jin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You did though,” Taehyung mumbled.

“That was once, Taehyung and I’d appreciate it if you stop bringing it up. It’s not my fault Jungkook drunk the potion. I told him not to.”

“He thought it was a protein shake,” Taehyung remembered with a giggle.

They both looked down at the pot at the mixture started to steam and bubble.

“Is that supposed to happen?”

“Yes, I know what I’m doing.” Jin scoffed, sprinkling in a handful of what Taehyung could only describe as dried gnome penis’ into the mix. He made a face of disgust.

“And..what exactly is it that you’re doing?” He enquired, shuffling back cautiously.

Jin had only been dabbling with magic for ten months but he was impatient and decided to wander from the path very quickly. He often attempted potions that the sane only tried their hand at after their progression to a full-fledged wizard. But of course, Jin decided that he didn’t care for all the labels and would brew whatever magic he wanted. His friends decided that if he had earned the right to be called Sorcerer, he wouldn’t dismiss the title as easily as Apprentice.

“A youth potion.” Jin looked at Taehyung as if he held all the universe’s secrets in his brass pot. Taehyung only stared, blinking rapidly as he tried to understand his elder’s excitement. “A beauty potion, Taehyung!” Jin reiterated and then, Taehyung’s expression matched his own.

“Oh!” Taehyung stepped up close to the counter and peered into the pot. “You finally found one!”

“It took a lot of research and trips to obscure little run down magic shops but yes, I finally have found the potion that will help me regain my youthful glow!” Taehyung’s eyes lifted to take in Jin’s appearance.

Jin was only 3 years older than Taehyung and honestly, the age gap wasn’t visibly obvious to most but as Taehyung had known Jin for a few years already, the younger could notice the subtle signs of ageing Jin’s features showed.

“Ah, so that is why the dragon’s blood.” Taehyung hummed in understanding.

Dragon’s blood was known to have numerous benefits for the skin. Halting wrinkles. Maintaining a healthy complexion. Preventing blackheads. Minimising pores. The list goes on. Taehyung applied it ritually to his skin morning and night and he had never glowed so much in all his life.

“Yep, having a friend in the fashion industry has its perks.”

“Why can you never call me what I am? I’m a model hyung. My face is worldwide famous.” Taehyung pouted sulkily. Jin had never called Taehyung by his actual job title.

“Do you call me by mine?”

“You don’t have a job.” Taehyung scoffed. “You quit when you discovered magic.”

“I still own and run restaurants in three major cities, I’ll have you know.” Jin defended, giving Taehyung an offended look. “And they are all doing amazing, for your information.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say hyung.” Taehyung rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the potion. “So, this potion, it’ll make the user look younger?”

“Yep.” Jin nodded. “Ah, Joonie is going to be so surprised!” He beamed happily at the thought of his boyfriend’s joy. “I mean, once he gets over that we went behind his back and used his lab without permission.”

“What? We?!” Taehyung gawped. “What do you mean we?!”

“You’re here, you supplied the vital ingredient.” He wiggled the vial as if to remind the male opposite him.

“I didn’t know what for! I didn’t know you’re making a youth potion!”

“Why else would I be at Namjoon’s lab?” Jin scoffed as if it was obvious.

“To visit your boyfriend maybe, I dunno?”

“Don’t sass me if you want your share of the potion.”

“My share?” Taehyung enquired, attitude flipping so fast as he leant on the counter, a sweet smile on his face. “You’re sharing with me Jinnie-hyung?”

“Of course.” Jin gave an almost too kind smile back and something twisted in Taehyung’s stomach. Suspicion.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Like what? I always smile like this, Taehyung.” He chuckled, waving a hand dismissively as he turned his attention to remove the cap from the vial. Taehyung gave him a disbelieving look but decided to push the subject aside to pay attention to the blood dripping into the potion. As the blood hit the ominous, bubbling, black liquid, slivers of silver rippled across the surface to rapidly disappear underneath.

Jin replaced the cap and they both peered into the pot. They squinted in confusion when nothing happened.

“Is that right?” Taehyung whispered as if he would disturb the potion and ruin it.

“Of course it is, I made it,” Jin whispered back harshly.

Suddenly spots of shimmering silver appeared on the surface and ribboned out to one another until there wasn’t a speck of black left.

“Well, that’s appetising,” Jin grumbled sarcastically as the liquid settled and turned a dull, grey colour.

“Put more in,” Taehyung suggested.

“What?”

“Dragon’s blood. Put more in.”

“I followed the recipe.”

“The greater the amount, the greater the effect.” Jin scrunched his eyebrows in uncertainty. “Come on hyung, it’s a beauty product, a natural, ingredient that I have been smothering on my face twice a day for two years. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Any normal person would hear those words and nope straight out of there. “What’s the worst that could happen” is a rhetorical question that attracts the very worst that is overlooked in the implication. Everyone knows that nothing ever turns out right when those words are uttered. Everyone except Kim Seokjin it seems. Guess he didn’t get that memo.

“You’re right.” Jin decided and Taehyung smiled in proud satisfaction as Jin opened the vial back up and poured the remainder of the thick, deep purple liquid into the pot.

The reaction was quicker that time. Only a few seconds pass between the initial rippling of silver to the splotches appearing on the surface. Once the surface settled, what remained was no longer a grotesque sludge grey. It wasn’t exactly the sparkling silver either. It was somewhere in the middle of the two. A pale, shimmering grey.

“That’s kind of pretty.” Taehyung cooed. “Is it finished?” Jin nodded and carefully transferred the mixture into two jars.

“You only need a couple of drops at a time, about a teaspoon,” Jin informed, securing the lids tightly.

“Okay.” Taehyung helped Jin clean up and put everything back in order so that Namjoon wouldn’t notice anyone had invaded his private workspace.

Only once everything was back in it’s place did the pair return to the two jars. Jin opened one jar and held a small spoon out to Taehyung. “Me?” He asked surprised. “I am not trying it first!”

“Yes, you are if you want some,” Jin spoke through his teeth as he smiled sweetly at his younger.

“Hyung!” Taehyung gasped accusingly.

“What?” Jin scoffed, his smile dropping. “You seriously expect me to try out a potion I found in a dusty old book from three centuries ago on myself?”

“Well, I’m not going to be your test subject.” Jin pouted. “No!”

“Great, how are we supposed to test it now?” The pair fell into thoughtful silence as they mulled over the possibilities, occasionally mumbling a suggestion out loud only for the other to shoot it down.

“Aren’t we all going to your house tonight for dinner?” Taehyung suddenly remembered, looking up at Jin with an idea in his eyes. Jin tilted his head slightly in curiosity but simply nodded. “Well, we could always slip it into someone’s drink…”

“Are you saying we roofie our friends?” Jin gasped dramatically.

“Like you haven’t done it before.” Taehyung sniggered.

“True.” Jin also giggled. “Who should be our target?”

“Everyone.” Taehyung’s eyes widened with an evil excitement that honestly kind of scare Jin.

“No, Taehyung, we cannot do it to everyone.”

“Why?” The boy whined, frowning in disappointment.

“Because if it goes wrong-”

“Then they’ll all have the same symptoms and we can pass it off as some kind of weird bug.” Jin fell silent as Taehyung’s fast suggestion. “We can just stick to water and they can all have some of that punch you made last time!”

“And why will we be drinking water, not alcohol?”

“Because you’re cooking and I can’t drink alcohol right now due to the show coming up.” Jin’s eyes sparkled with eager enthusiasm to put their plan into action realising that for once, they had a foolproof idea.

What could go wrong?

***

Taehyung and Jin found themselves watching in fear as before their very eyes, Jungkook started to shrink in his chair.

“What is happening?!” He yelled frantically, looking at his hands that shrunk in front of him. His eyes snapped to Seokjin, about to start questioning him but he was shrinking at such a rapid rate that he couldn’t form the words.

“What did you do?!” Namjoon shrieked, looking at Jin with terrified eyes.

“Honey I shrunk the kids?” Jin offered lamely only to yelp in surprise when Namjoon started to shrink too. “No! Joonie!” He yelled desperately, grabbing hold of his boyfriend but of course, there was nothing he could do. Jin’s attention was glued to Namjoon but Taehyung’s eyes darted from person to person as slowly, five of his friends reverted to toddlers.

“I think you didn’t read the recipe properly,” Taehyung mumbled, watching wide-eyed as Hoseok started to bawl in his chair.

“Me?! You told me to add more dragon’s blood!” Jin defended looking at Taehyung, his eyes just as wide as Taehyung’s. “I shouldn’t have listened to you!”

“I need to poop.” The pair looked over at the small voice, landing on Jimin’s eyes staring at them across the table. “Jiminie needs helpies.” He pouted, making grabby hands across the table.

“Ohmygod, we turned our friends into babies,” Jin mumbled. At that moment, Namjoon fell of the chair while trying to reach Jin and burst into tears. “Oh shit!” He reached out and pulled Namjoon up onto his lap to cradle the little boy.

“Oooh, hyung said a bad worrrdddd!” Yoongi giggled, pointing at Jin.

“Is okay Hoseokie,” Jimin spoke, patting Hoseok on the head while the boy still cried his eyes but out for what reason, Jin and Taehyung certainly didn’t know.

“I want cake,” Jungkook announced.

“What? You haven’t eaten your dinner yet.” Jin responded automatically, not even realising until he had finished talking.

“But I don’t like yucky vegetables.” Jungkook made a face and pushed his plate away.

“I need to poop.” Jimin reminded, looking at Taehyung while still patting Hoseok’s head. “Taehyungie, Jiminie needs to poop.”

“Go then,” Taehyung responded, making a face. “I’m not taking you.”

“But I need help.” Jimin frowned.

“You’ve pooped on your own before, hyung.” All five little boys suddenly stopped what they were doing to giggle madly.

“You called Jiminie, hyung!” Namjoon snorted, wiping his nose with the back of his way oversized sleeve. Jin made a face of disgust at the action.

“That is your best shirt, Namjoon!” Jin scolded. Namjoon looked up at Jin with wide eyes that brimmed with tears at his elder’s loud tone. “Oh no, don’t cry, I’m sorry.” Jin panicked, holding the boy back to his chest.

***

It was precisely 9:57 by the time all five little boys had fallen asleep wearing just a t-shirt each that reached their feet, not even underwear underneath. Taehyung and Jin finished tucking them into Jin and Namjoon’s king sized bed, glad Namjoon had insisted on getting such a big bed, before flopping down on the sofa together. They were practically dead on their feet. They never realised looking after toddlers was so tired. They suddenly had a great respect for parents, including their own.

“What are we going to do?” Taehyung whined.

“My boyfriend is a three-year-old,” Jin mumbled distantly. “The love of my life is three years old!” He squeaked, looking at Taehyung with wide eyes. “Ohmygod, I feel like such a creep. I’m going to get arrested!”

“Unless you do something to him now, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Taehyung scoffed. “You don’t plan on treating him as your boyfriend anymore, do you, hyung?”

“No, of course not.” Jin scoffed. “Don’t be absurd.”

“Well, stop saying stupid things.” They both groaned as they heard a whining coming from the bedroom.

“Not it.” They both spoke. Neither had the energy to argue let alone move so they stayed still and quickly, the noises stopped. They sighed in relief.

“Seriously though hyung, what are we going to do about this? Is there an antidote?”

“No.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“So...what are we going to do?”

“No idea.” Silence fell upon them as they tried to think of a solution to their seemingly impossible situation. “Put them up for adoption?” Jin joked earning an unimpressed look. “I was joking...sort of.”

“I think...we’re going to have to raise them, hyung.”

“Don’t say that,” Jin whined. “I’m too pretty and young to be a father to five.”

“And I’m not?!” Another silence fell upon them.

“I guess, we’re going to have to do it.”

“Do what?”

“Get married and buy a house.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry that I don’t want our children to grow up in single-parent households getting passed between homes for the rest of their lives.” Jin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he sulked, turning his back to Taehyung for extra dramatics. “Why don’t you want the best for them, Taehyung?”

“I do.” Taehyung groaned and moved over to gently put a hand on Jin’s waist soothingly. “I just, I don’t love you like that.” Jin sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

“Why aren’t I good enough for you?” Taehyung sighed and hugged Jin.

“You’re just not up to my standards, hyung. I’m an international model, you’re just an Apprentice.” Jin gasped and jumped up, pushing Taehyung away.

“You can sleep on the couch tonight.”

“What? No. Hyung, let me share the bed.” Taehyung whined following Jin to the guest bedroom. Jin just closed the door in his face making Taehyung groan loudly in annoyance. “Fine! I’m going out! Have fun looking after them alone!” He hit the door with his palm before turning, only to find Namjoon and Jimin looking up at him with wide eyes, their little pudgey hands connected. “Oh, why aren’t you in bed?” Taehyung softened and crouched down to talk to the boys at their level.

“Jiminie wanted me to come with him,” Namjoon explained. He looked past Taehyung to the door. “Is Jin-hyung in bed?”

“Yeah, he just went in.”

“Did you have a fight?”

“No.” Taehyung smiled lightly. “Just a little disagreement.”

“Can I sleep with hyung tonight?” Namjoon looked up at Taehyung hopefully. While Taehyung hesitated for a response, the door opened and Namjoon beamed at the sight of Jin smiling down at him.

“Of course you can Joonie, come and give hyung big bedtime cuddles!” He encouraged so Namjoon ran forward with arms held up. Jin immediately picked him up and returned into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Hyung.” Jimin spoke softly as he tugged Taehyung’s t-shirt to gain his attention.

“Yes, Jiminie?” Taehyung smiled gently at the adorable little boy.

“I need to poop.” Taehyung’s face dropped.

“Again?” Jimin just nodded so Taehyung sighed and got up. “Okay, but we really need to look into this. No kid should poop this much.” Jimin took Taehyung’s outstretched hand and together they went to the bathroom where Taehyung had to hold Jimin on the seat so the child didn’t fall in.

Jin and Taehyung were in separate rooms looking after different children but they both had the exact same thought.

How the fuck am I going to look after these kids?

Honestly, I don’t even remember what prompted me to write this but something did and now here we are just over 2 hours later. I’m as confused as youa ll about this whole thing but hey, congrats for sitting through it haha

Honestly(y am I so honest tonite tho), this was actually a pretty cool idea and I’ve never seen anything like it and I was thinking of making a lil series after this part called “Babysitting Bangtan” to show Tae and Jin raising the little kiddos but this one part took me longer than I intended so I’m not gonna pointlessly write more for my own entertainment lol

~Chee

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