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Thursday Night (m) | jjk

title: Thursday Night (Boba & Ride) pairing: jungkook x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; SEVEN alt. AU, college / university au, friends to lovers summary: Just another day of Jeon Jungkook waking you up in the middle of the night to get boba tea with him across town at your favorite late-night spot, Pekoe. Turns out, this is not just another nightly outing to get boba, but also a chance for the two of you to finally get out of this sexually-charged friend-zone and fuck in his Mercedes Benz G-Wagon. warnings:  car sex, vaginal fingering, edging, multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple licking, unprotected sex (well, reader is on the pill), RIDING, slight choking, creampie, body worship, Jungkook is wearing SWEATS, implied that jk vapes, awkward positions in the car bc they are HORNY and don’t care note: okay, so i originally wrote the first part of the wholesome boba date a year ago after Left & Right came out (and made it kinda based on my late night boba runs with friends in college pre-pandemic). But I never finished it, until Seven came out a few days ago and SUDDENLY I WENT BACK TO THIS AND DID A 180 AND SLAMMED SOME SMUT ON IT. VERY SPICY. Thank you for the whore thoughts, Jungkook. Thank you @daegudrama for editing and fixing the messy smut. Stream Seven!! and FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !!

total word count: 4.5k drop date: july 17th, 2023, 10:30am PST CROSS POSTED ON AO3 (honeyjamjoon is my user on there) - -

Dozing off slowly as your mind wanders through the stages of sleep to reach REM, you’re suddenly interrupted by a distant ringing sound in the distance.

It sounds like… your phone? You recognize the familiar “Shooky Shooky” theme song of your favorite cartoon cookie and his 7 pals you set as a ringtone weeks ago.

Waking up with eyes still heavy from sleep, you reach your hand out to grab your phone from your bedside dresser. You squint at the bright screen seeing who the random caller is that is getting in the way of your slumber before you wake up later for another dreaded day of uni classes..

Jeon Jungkook. 

Of course it was him, you think. He’s the friend you made at the beginning of the semester in your Japanese class, where he found out that both of you took the class to be able to watch anime without subtitles. Just a pair of total weebs.

Then you kept running into him at university club events, specifically the Korean Student Association Curry & Karaoke night where both of you fangirled (fanboyed?) over IU and spent an entire night singing her discography while taking soju shots together. At this point, you knew he was just destined to be your bestie for life.

However, Jungkook has a terrible sleep schedule where he sometimes stays up until crackhead hours to do random things like late night drives (yes, he is paying the ridiculous parking permit fee to have his car on campus). He had previously invited you to get some In-N-Out with him and his upperclassmen friend Namjoon which resulted in a late night drive where you ended up on top of a mountain about 40 minutes away from campus at 1am.

While the view of the city down below was nice, you couldn’t stop freaking out about how to get back to your uni with the terrible data reception showing no map directions. Namjoon did his best to help you remain calm from a pending panic attack while Jungkook giggled, but reassured you that everything would be fine and he would figure it out. And he did. Never had you been so glad to be back on campus with some leftover animal style fries in hand.

Not many drives with Jungkook were that adventurous, but they were all late at night. Which you didn’t like due to the fact that you liked to sleep early and wake up early for your morning classes. Very contrasting dynamics being best friends with a night owl.

You answer the phone in a raspy, sleepy voice, “Hey Jungkook, what’s up.”

 “Hey— were you asleep? Sorry, I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out and get some boba, but—”

“NO!” You answer immediately. “I was taking a power nap, I AM UP! I WILL GO GET BOBA WITH YOU!”

Your voice is suddenly loud with excitement through Jungkook’s phone speaker. You’re glad you live in a single room in your 4 bedroom dorm apartment where loud sounds aren’t as easily heard by your roommates.

 “REALLY? OKAY! Let’s meet in front of my dorm building. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Boba will really get you to do anything, especially when it might be the spot Jungkook loves to take you to that is across town. It closes at 1:30am and also has a club-like aesthetic where a lot of people go to hang out at night. There are gaming consoles and a pool table, but the drinks are sadly non-alcoholic. Still good though.

 Wearing a black hoodie and your old black volleyball shorts, you head out to the front of the building next door where you find Jungkook sitting on a bench under a streetlight’s glow. He is wearing a black t-shirt and jacket, contrasting his white pants. 

 He looks good, you think as you walk up to him. He’s texting someone before he looks up at you.

 “So are we getting boba or should I head back to sleep?” You giggle pointing to the parking lot to signal him to get up from the bench.

 “Oh, we’re getting boba for sure and you won’t be sleeping anytime soon.” He speaks starting to head towards his black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon in the parking lot while you follow behind him. Suspicious phrasing, but you brush it off. You have a dirty mind after all.

 “So, we’re going where exactly?” "Pekoe! My favorite boba spot in town," Jungkook replies with a mischievous grin. "I've been craving their Taro Taro. It's like drinking a purple cloud!" He exclaims excitedly. 

 You laugh at his description, knowing he has a knack for making even the simplest things sound exciting. As you hop into the passenger seat of his car, you fasten your seatbelt.  "And what about you? What's your drink choice tonight?"

 He glances at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 

 "Well tonight, I'm getting my fav from there! Pretty in Pink! Jasmine milk tea with strawberry sounds like the perfect combination of sweet and floral."

He nods in approval. It was just another testament to how well you knew each other's preferences. The car roars to life as Jungkook starts the engine, the soft purr resonating through the vehicle. I love being the passenger princess when Jungkook is driving.

As the two of you drive through the city streets, the night envelopes you in a sense of tranquility. The familiar sights pass by, but tonight they seem different. There is an undercurrent of excitement, a subtle shift in the air that mirrors the budding emotions in your heart.

Jungkook, always one to fill the silence, begins cracking jokes and making silly comments, aiming to make you laugh. And laugh you do, your genuine giggles filling the car with warmth and joy. You can’t help but be drawn to his infectious laughter and the way he effortlessly brings a smile to your face.

As you approach Pekoe, the neon sign glows in the night, welcoming you to its cozy embrace. The two of you step out of the car, the scent of freshly brewed tea swirling around you. Inside, the ambiance is lively, with people chatting, sipping their drinks, and enjoying each other's company.

You join the line, eagerly waiting for your turn to order. As you reach the counter, the friendly barista takes your requests, preparing the Taro Taro and Pretty in Pink with skillful hands. The drinks are handed to you in their signature, vibrantly lit cups, and you can't help but admire the aesthetic.

With your boba in hand, you find a cozy corner in the café, settling into plush seats. The first sip of your Pretty in Pink sends a burst of flavors dancing on your tongue, the sweet strawberry complementing the fragrant jasmine tea perfectly. Jungkook's eyes widen in delight as he takes his first sip of the Taro Taro, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.

As you sit there, enjoying your drinks and engaging in light-hearted banter, you can't ignore the subtle change in your feelings as of late. The laughter, the shared moments, and the genuine connection you have formed with Jungkook begin tugging at your heartstrings. The thought of him being more than just a best friend dances at the edges of your mind, like a gentle melody waiting to be fully embraced.

But for now, you cherish the present moment, savoring the boba and the company of the person who has become such an important part of your life. The night is young, and as you exchange playful glances with Jungkook, you can't help but wonder what other adventures await the two of you in the days and nights to come.

Leaving Pekoe behind, your boba-induced bliss carries you as Jungkook suggests going to one of your favorite lookout points—a hidden spot where you can see the entire city spread out below. The mere thought of it ignites a sense of anticipation within you, and you nod eagerly in agreement.

Driving through the winding roads, the city lights twinkling like a sea of stars, the atmosphere inside the car begins to shift. A subtle, sensually charged energy envelopes the space, like an unspoken understanding between two souls on the precipice of something new.

As you arrive at the lookout point, Jungkook parks the car, and you both stay inside, cocooning yourselves in the comfortable silence that only close friends can share. The dimly lit interior creates an intimate ambiance, casting soft shadows across Jungkook's face, and highlighting his features in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

 Leaning back against the seat, you gaze out at the breathtaking view before you. The cityscape stretched out like a living breathing entity, its pulsating energy matching the intensity of the emotions brewing inside you.

 The silence between you feels charged with unspoken desires, the air thick with anticipation. You steal glances at Jungkook, his eyes fixed on the mesmerizing city lights. The soft glow plays on his features, highlighting the curve of his lips and the gentle slope of his jawline. In moments like these, you can't help but admire the kindness that resides within him.

 Lost in your thoughts, you feel a gentle brush of Jungkook's hand against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. The touch was innocent, yet it carries an unspoken invitation, daring you to explore the uncharted territories of your friendship.

You turn to him, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation that spoke volumes. The unspoken question hangs heavy in the air, begging to be acknowledged. With a hesitant yet determined smile, you reach out, intertwining your fingers with his, intertwining your destinies in that single act.

The connection between you deepens as time seems to stand still. His touch sends a rush of warmth coursing through your body, awakening a dormant desire that had been slowly bubbling beneath the surface. The intensity of the moment was undeniable, drawing you closer, your hearts beating in sync.

Neither of you speaks a word, for words seem inadequate to capture the raw emotions coursing through your veins. Instead, you find solace in the silence, in the electric current that flows between you, igniting a flame that burns brighter with every passing second.

As time passes, your relationship with Jungkook was left to simmer and reduce to being only friends. Holding his flirty gazes or even his hands has become part of the fun. A challenge of sorts.

Despite that, there will still come a point where you will finally lose your footing and can no longer stand your ground. You just can’t just be friends with Jungkook, and neither can he.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” He says, refastening his gaze on you.

“You should,” you say, without blinking. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. Crossing the line you’ve been afraid to cross with him.

The lump in your throat twitches, but he reaches over from the driver seat and caresses your jaw with his hand anyways. Determining again to hold his stare, you stroke his cheek with your thumb. But his eyes close on their own as his lips move unhurriedly towards yours, they’re as soft as his approach.

At this moment, it may have seemed like you were hesitating, uncertain in this newfound situation, but in fact, it was quite the opposite. Since you two can’t stay here forever – returning to campus is rather inevitable – the lightness in his tread is completely deliberate. You both want, no, need to savor every millisecond.

You feel the heave of his exhale when he kisses you with a little more intensity. Cupping his face in both of your hands, you feel your pulse drop aggressively into your pelvis and fall further in towards him. Your hands snake back behind his head and grasp his hair to pull his face closer to yours. Your lips only part briefly to make room for your tongues to slip back and forth.

Jungkook grasps a handful of your hair and cranes your neck back while simultaneously pulling your body in closer. Jungkook's lips trailed a path of featherlight kisses along your neck, his touch sending shivers cascading down your spine, igniting a symphony of tingling sensations that left them craving for more. He pulls away quickly, greedily drinking in the stale cold air like he has forgotten to breathe that whole time. His eyes follow the trail of his fingers as he thumbs the bare skin of your outer thigh.

“I always like seeing you dress casually, in your cute shorts and oversized hoodies.”

You follow his gaze and smile. “It’s what I feel most comfortable with. But I don’t let many people see me like this because I look so bummy.”

Jungkook looks up once again to meet your eyes and mirrors your smile back to you. “But you still look so beautiful.”

In unison, both your lips draw back together. Without breaking your chain of kisses, you climb over to the driver’s seat to straddle him. Your restricted position prevents you from feeling his likely erection hiding underneath his sweatpants to press against you. But you are actually too preoccupied with devouring him through the kisses to worry about that yet.

His hands move down the length of your torso past your waist, over your shorts, onto your thighs. He slips one hand under your oversized hoodie, cupping your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. Your hips swivel and thrust towards him, causing the top of your head to rub against the ceiling of his G-Wagon.

“At this rate, I am definitely going to look like a hot mess when we go back,” You say, feeling around for stray hairs that may have been charged with static electricity.

“Here.” Jungkook invites you to lie across the passenger’s side of the vehicle. “This might be better for you then.”

You recline slowly lifting your hips to rest your butt on the center console before lying your head on the passenger door’s armrest. Your knees fall apart to reveal your short skin-tight shorts to him. He leans over you moving between your legs and running the back of his hand up your inner thigh. Still lost in the darkness of your eyes, he rests his head on your knee and squeezes the fleshiness of your thigh. As Jungkook's fingers gently squeezed, another heat surges through your body, accompanied by a swarm of delicate butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The innocent yet electrifying touch sparked a wave of anticipation and desire, leaving you yearning for more. You also realize that even the simplest gestures from Jungkook have the power to awaken a new deep and undeniable lust within you. 

 You sit up to meet his face and kiss him again. You can taste the taro black tea boba and a slight smoky strawberry-watermelon nicotine on his tongue. Lips locked, you pull him down with you and wrap your arms around his neck. The position is awkward but stubbornly tolerated, all the same, both of you unwilling to pull apart. Both of you are like a couple of desperate teenagers fighting through the objective discomfort to exhaust every last second before curfew.

 Finally, Jungkook leans back in his seat again. You stay where you were, hoodie hiked up past your belly button and legs spread out. He uses his hands to gently pull down your shorts, like pulling away the curtain to reveal the main stage.

 Then he stops, planting that poignant gaze of his on you. A street lamp painting a streak across your torso to expose his mental photograph.

 “You really are absolutely gorgeous tonight, Bunny,” he says, which has you awestruck at this moment. 

 Bunny is the nickname he gave you a while back because you are a massive Sailor Moon fan. You both make fun of the cringey 90s dub of the show where Usagi is nicknamed Bunny. He likes to call you that when you have space buns.

 “Thank you,” You say with genuine gratitude, your knees swaying with an imaginary breeze caused by giddiness. You love how he speaks endearingly to you.

 With the back of his fingers, Jungkook gently caresses your inner thigh from knee to groin. The tingling trail he leaves in his wake triggers a shiver from the backs of your knees. He flips his hand over to fuse the warmth from his palm with the heat radiating from your vulva. Your clit is begging for attention and your your pussy clenches around the air desperate for something to fill it. Jungkook grins. You like to imagine that it’s because he too realizes all that potential he holds in the palm of his hand.

 He runs one finger along the hem of your underwear. When his hand turns around to go back the way he came, he gently slides his fingertip to the underside of the hemline rubbing the back of his finger against the skin. You lean your head back and shut your eyes, letting out a long sigh of relief.

 "I have waited so long for you to touch me like this," You whisper.

 Though yours are closed, you imagine that he never takes his intense eyes off you. He moves your panties to one side. He spreads his fingers down again over your vulva. You hear his lips smack gently as he licks his thumb. He brings his hand back down to you, gently pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit. Remaining there for a moment, he faintly increases the pressure and finally begins to rub gentle circles around it.

 You feel yourself squirm in the seat, simultaneously moving closer to him and trying to pull away. Jungkook’s arm stretches out to the back to grab his Squishmallow pillow in the back seat to use as a cushion underneath you for comfort. He claims he has these pillows here since he takes naps in between classes in his car.

 Your lower back arches and your hips pressed into the cushion beneath you. But as quickly as you had been overcome with nervous tension, your body relaxed into this space, back into the seat.

 The circles turn to an up-and-down motion as you grow squirmy under the delicate burden of his touch. With two fingers on his other hand, Jungkook teases at your opening. When he finally enters, you inhale sharply in approval. His fingers are just barely inside, but it is all you need. He massages you gently from within. He slots his thumb partially inside to coat his thumb in your wetness and leads it to make persistent strokes over your clit. 

You feel yourself contract and squeeze around his fingers. He moves them in a little further, intensifying his come-hither curl deeper inside.

 A chill rises behind your ears and at the nape of your neck, heating up as it trickles down your spine toward your tailbone. One knee presses into the back of the seat as the other reaches for the dash. Tension swells in the fronts of your thighs as your heels try to dig into the seat cushion beneath him. Your hips rise, begging Jungkook to continue.

 Your breaths are craving, yet distended, and all your focus shifts inward, concentrating on the movement of his fingers, inside and out. Forgetting everything else. Really feeling it at the point of contact. Your eyes are still closed when you drink in a long inhalation, and release it with equal intention, feeling the intensity of your pleasure growing with every subsequent breath.

 “We…” Exhilaration forces the words back down your throat. Try again. “We should drive back…”

Strong thumb still resting on your clit, his other hand rises to hush you with your own wetness. “Not yet, love.” Love?! You couldn’t question the new nickname bubbling out from his lips because your mind was consumed in total stimulation. You’d talk about this sometime after, you thought.

 His burgeoning arousal was becoming more apparent in that confined space. You can hear his breath grow huskier as he resumes his rhythmic stimulation of your clit. You can smell the rising excitement dripping all over the cadence of his fingers.

 Your mouth falls open to usher forth a silent scream. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and your pulse throbs into the pad of his thumb. Your head presses back into the armrest and you worry momentarily that you might push right through the door, but your worries are wiped clean before you can finish that thought. Vision turning all white and shaky.

 Jungkook slowly slides his fingers out as your body goes limp. He leans back to watch you bask in the fallout of your body quake. Your head falls limply to one side while your body struggles to recalibrate – slowed breathing, relaxed pulse, fallen temperature, faded bliss.

 “Just truly stunning…” he repeats.

 You are caught somewhere between pleasure-induced paralysis and a voracious desire to continue and make hungry love to this man. You reach up, grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him down towards you, forcing him to meet you at eye level.

 “Thank you,” You whisper softly into his ear. You kiss his neck, feeling the echoes of his hammering heart press into your lips.

 He breaks the kiss and rests his head on your shoulder. He shyly hides his face, hesitant to bring up his next request, “I want you to ride me. Think you could last through another orgasm?”

 You giggle at how needy he is being. “Honestly, yes.” 

 Jungkook tries to refrain himself from squealing and gets up from his position. He sits to adjust his seat back and partially slides off his sweats and boxer briefs.

 His dick is a blush shade, long and hard. “Wow…” You mindlessly speak your amusement leading him to giggle in response.

  You get up from laying on the passenger seat and climb over the center console to sit on his lap. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss yet again, while you pull his shirt off. You slide your hands slowly down his chest and abs, your small cold fingers send a shiver through his body. You lightly touch his tattooed arm, tracing each intricate design. 

 Jungkook lifts your hoodie in response to your actions and giggles upon seeing the sight underneath it. “Hehe, you’re not wearing anything under. So scandalous, Bunny,” Before you can refute his teasing, Jungkook buries his face in your breasts. 

 His soft lips slowly kiss up your cleavage to your neck. Jungkook gently sucks the sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to moan. You thread your fingers through his long black hair and tug. Jungkook winces submissively at your actions.

 “I thought you said you wanted me to ride you?” You taunt, teasing him by rubbing your wet folds along his hard dick.

Jungkook groans and grabs your hips, lifting you above him. He tugs the thin fabric of your panties to the side again before lining up his cock to your entrance and lowering you slowly onto his cock. You moan, tilting your head back in pleasure and enjoying the sensation of him filling you up.

 “Shit. You’re so tight.” Jungkook stills inside you, letting you adjust to his dick inside you.

 You experimentally lift yourself up, using his shoulders as leverage, then sink back down. Jungkook inhales sharply, biting his bottom lip as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock.  He keeps his left hand on your waist, strong fingers keeping you steady. He pushes the hoodie above your chest and massages your left breast. His tongue circles your right nipple, the sensation causing you to clench around his dick.

 “Fuck, feels so good.” he moans softly. He’s so cute, your fucked out brain thinks.

 You grab Jungkook’s hand from your left breast and slide it up to your neck, giving it a light squeeze to indicate what you want from him. He shakes his head and you halt your movement.

“No, Bunny, not today. Today, I’m going to make you scream so loud that you’re going to come back every day for more.” He feels your pussy involuntarily tighten around his cock, sucking him further into your tight walls. “You’d like it if someone caught us like this, wouldn’t you? Let them see how I ruin you,” Jungkook snickers as he teases you.

“You’re so-” You can’t even finish your sentence as Jungkook thrust deep inside of you. This causes you to lose your balance and rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, giving him full control over your body. He bounces you on his thick cock until you can feel your high approaching.

“I’m gonna cum, Jungkook.” You announce after a series of muffled moans, your voice barely coming out as a whisper. He tightens his grip on your ass and slides one hand down to rub your clit for added stimulation to the impending time bomb of pleasure.

 “Let go, love.” As his movements quicken, soon, he feels your pussy clenching tightly around his dick. 

“Jungkook!” You scream as you come. You kiss his neck while coming down from your high. Feeling spent, you collapse on Jungkook’s body, relishing the feeling of his muscular body moving against yours.

 Jungkook knows he can’t hold out much longer when he feels your pussy pulsate around his dick. “You can cum inside me, I’m on the pill.” You whisper in his ear shyly, feeling his erratic movements inside you. 

 He digs his fingers into your hips thrusting deeper and more erratically before he comes inside you. He thrusts a few more times to ride out his orgasm before he leans back in his seat in exhaustion.

 You both lay there in his car while you catch your breaths and pepper tiny kisses on each other’s bodies. Afterward, Jungkook lifts you up and removes his cock from inside you. You shiver from the emptiness and feel his come slowly drip out from inside you. You quickly slide up your panties into place, pull up your shorts and then readjust your hoodie before collapsing onto the passenger seat.

You watch Jungkook quickly pull up his boxer briefs and sweats. You both look at each other in your fucked out states, all messy and laugh. 

“I THINK we should go home now. It’s like almost 3am,” You laugh nervously looking at the time on your phone. 

“We should!” He chuckles. “So Bunny…tomorrow…boba, same time?”

“Just come over to my dorm tomorrow. The roomies are out, so we can watch Chainsaw Man and do this again. My wallet can’t deal with more boba runs, and then bonking and losing sleep when I have a 9am class.”

 “I’ll be the one treating you to boba from now on,” He smirks at you curiously. God, you really found someone amazing in your life.

As the night sky embraces the city with its velvet darkness, Jungkook drives back to campus. The cool breeze whispers through the open windows, sending shivers down their spines as you two reveled in the afterglow.

Your fingers intertwine on the center console, a tangible connection that symbolizes the bond you share. The radio softly plays Keshi, providing a soothing soundtrack to the journey. You two glance at each other, smiles dancing on your lips, eyes filled with a mixture of contentment and desire to keep doing this again. Maybe boba and riding every day from now on.

[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.6)

Pt.5 || Pt.7

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

Recap: When you both sit back down, Jungkook is quiet- like he's lost in thought. "So...who's Lisa?" You ask, pretending to be completely oblivious. "She's...just a mutual friend between Rosé and I." Again, it seems like a topic he'd rather avoid. "Alrighty..." You say, pursing your lips.

- You look down at your hand and can't help but smile. Oh, how easy it is to get carried away and forget that none of this organic....but is it so bad to dream?

You slept the most solidly last night than you have in months- even before you came to Korea, you had horrible insomnia from just how much stress you've been under. As you fell asleep, you played and replayed the events of your evening frame by frame, reliving the fun conversation and laughters...and even that strange moment between him and that girl, Rosé. He seemed so...evasive when you asked him who Lisa was. You quickly shoved it to the back of your mind, not really wanting to let it spoil the great evening you had with Jungkook.

You're awakened by your phone buzzing against your bedside table, though you aren't bothered at all the way you usually would be. Residual contentment from last night, you suppose. You look at the screen to see who it is and your joy only grows when you see it's B/f/n. You answer the facetime with a big smile, "Heeeeey." "Wait a minute, you're not grumpy this morning or crabby. What's going on?" She asks, a knowing smile on her face. You don't respond, you simply lift up your left hand and show her Jungkook's ring. Her eyes widen and she begins cheering, "NO FREAKING WAY. Did Jungkook give that to you?!" She asks. You nod, "Yes. Last night- it was after dessert, we were in the car-" "Wait, after dessert!?" "Yeah, After dinner we got dessert at-" "DINNER!?" She gets more and more excited with ever passing second, "One day without a call and I miss all the good stuff!" She whines, causing you to laugh. "I know- I gotta tell you, this guy is way different than I thought." "Is he fabulous? Are you falling in love?" She asks, propping her chin up on her hand. "I- I wouldn't say that..." You blush, feeling very vulnerable with that question. You've only known the guy for about a week- you're definitely not in love with him...but you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't kind of starting to...warm up to him considerably.

"Ugh...I wish you could just be here so I could tell you everything in person," You sigh. She purses her lips as though she wants to say something but won't spit it out. You narrow your eyes at her, "Wait- what is it? What are you not saying?" "I'm not at liberty to say," She say, looking around the room she's in to avoid direct eye contact. "B/f/n," You say sternly, "Spill it." "Okay fine," She caves (without very much effort, as per usual) "Your parents are traveling to Seoul tonight," She says excitedly. You don't even know how to process what she's just said- your parents? South Korea? You can't imagine how that'll go, considering the fact that your dad won't even look at you on a video chat. "M-my parents?" How are you going to survive another week here with them also being here. "Yes, and guess what else..." Oh God, you can't even imagine what bomb she might drop next. "...what else..." You ask, pursing your lips to prepare yourself. "THEY INVITED ME TO COME ALONG!!!!!!" She exclaims. Your eyes widen and let out a little scream, "NO WAY!" You celebrate with her.

With her here, the trip will go much smoother. She'll be like a buffer between you and your parents. Surely the won't act up as much with guests around, right? "It was supposed to be a surprise but- I mean, clearly they don't know me at all if they thought I could just keep that to myself," She sighs. "You don't even know how happy you've just made me," You sigh, "It's just too bad you won't be here in time for Jungkook's party tonight. I'm gonna be in a sea of people I don't even know." "Ugh, I know. But think of it this way, tomorrow is completely ours." "You're right- I'll just hold on to the promise of tomorrow," You sigh dramatically. "Please do. Alright, my lunch break is almost over- I'll call you tonight when we're on our way to the air port- don't tell your parents I told you!" "Of course not, scout's honor. Bye!"

When she hangs up, you toss your phone next to you and sigh, staring up at the ceiling. You think about what your parents might say when they see you, what you and B/f/n might go do to pass the time, and before you know it, you're drifting off back to sleep for just a little longer.

Your head hangs upside down as you blow dry your hair, trying to hurry before the car arrives in an hour. You'd been lazy all day, opting not to do any of the items on your itinerary that your dad had planned out for today. This is the most rest you've gotten all year. You finish up with the blow dryer and then move on to thoroughly combing and straightening, then to your makeup. Before you know it, 50 minutes have gone by. As serene and calm as you were feeling this morning, now you're a ball of nerves. You've never been great in super social situations- you usually pop in, pop out, go home. Would Jungkook have an issue with you doing that with his party? Surely he wouldn't be bothered- then again, he isn't just some acquaintance or casual friend; he's literally your fiance. What are the rules? DAMMIT, WHAT ARE THE RULES!? You stand in front of the mirror and take a deep breath, "Everything's gonna be fine."

You can hear the music from a block away from the club where the party's being held, and you see a sea of cars lined up outside; men and women all dressed and ready to leave their inhibitions at the door. You feel very out of place already. "I'm sorry ma'am, I think I'm going to have to drop you off here because of all the traffic." "Oh, no worries. I can walk," You assure the driver, grabbing your purse and stepping out of the vehicle. The night air is chilly and lifts the hem of your dress ever so slightly. You walk down and get in the long line, praying it'll move quickly.

After five minutes or so of the line not movie, you hear a slightly familiar voice coming from the direction of the door. "Hey, it's you!" You turn and see the drunk guy from the ice cream parlor- Seokjin. You swallow, feeling shy. You're not really used to conversing with strangers out of the blue. "How are you?" He asks. You give a fake smile, "I'm-I'm good. Uhm, Seokjin, right?" "Please, call me Jin," He smiles back. Again, he smells like alcohol and cologne, but this time, he seems to be very coherent and lively. "Alright," You say, crossing your arms over your chest in slight discomfort. "What was your name again?" "Y/n." "Y/n, right...what a beautiful name," He says, stepping closer to you. You feel your cheeks getting hot and you want to tell him to give you some space, but it's like your voice is stuck in your throat. It's not that Jin isn't attractive- he's actually quite handsome and looks to be a sharp dresser, but you've never been one for men to approach you like that. You're more of a friends-first kind of girl. You also remember the girl who went to pick him up: the fire in her eyes, the venom in her tone- you'd hate to be at the other end of that. "Thanks," You try to keep it short, not wanting to entertain his flirtatious advancements any further.

"You really shouldn't be out here waiting. If you want, I can help you cut the line," He says, completely lacking self awareness as he casually throws his arm around you. You shake your head, "No, that's okay. That wouldn't be very fair." "Oh come on- what's not fair is Jungkook making you wait in freezing cold. What are you to him, anyway?" "I-" "She's his fiance," Namjoon steps in plucks Jin's arm off from your shoulders, letting it fall. Everyone turns and watches the exchange. Jin's eyes widen, and he turns to look at you and then back at Namjoon, "Fiance- what- I had no idea. I'm so sorry," He bows profusely, cheeks as red as yours were a second ago. You want desperately to hide behind Namjoon- relieved that he got there just in the nick of time. Namjoon rolls his eyes, "You should be apologizing to your girlfriend, ass wipe." Jin's eyes widen even more, "Please don't tell her." Namjoon waves him away and turns to you, "Sorry about that, Y/n. Follow me," He holds his arm out a good distance from himself for you to grab on, which you gladly do. You pass all the people of the line, and they all watch as you cut past them. Some have scowls on their face, some intrigue, but all watch.

"This way," Namjoon says, taking you up a staircase to a balcony that oversees the entire club. From up top, you see people upon people: dancing, drinking, and even some blatantly doing...other substances, out in the open. There's quite a few people on the balcony, though nothing close to all the bodies down on the lower level. "Oh, I guess he's down there mingling," Namjoon says, looking around and not seeing him. Some people glance at you, though they don't seem to care about your presence; they're too preoccupied with their own drinks and merriment. "Guys, this is Y/n," Namjoon says when he gets to a circle of seats in the far corner. Everyone turns and gives polite smiles, followed by a series of hello's. "What are you drinking?" Namjoon asks after you sit down. You shrug, "A beer would be great," You sigh, already feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Be right back." He leaves you with the people who'd been there first. "How do you know Jungkook?" One of them asks: a guy with slightly long lazily slicked back hair and high cheekbones asks. "I- uhm, I'm a family friend." "Oh, okay...I'm Hoseok, by the way." You nod, "Nice to meet you." "I just saw 'Kook a minute ago," A guy next to him says, "I think he went to go make a request for the DJ." It really does seem like everyone Jungkook knows is attractive because this new guy has like, the smoothest skin ever. His face is almost angelic, with beautiful eyes and brown shaggy hair- soft features for as deep of a voice as he has.

"Your drink," Namjoon says, walking up and sitting next you. You bow, "Thanks so much." You take a sip and continue looking around, trying to relax. While you really would like to drink something harder, you don't like the idea of being out of control in such an unfamiliar environment. "I- I didn't expect to see you here," You say to him. He chuckles, "Yeah, well, I- I'm not just Mr.Jeon's assistant. I'm also Jungkook's babysitter." "Ah, I see," You laugh. "A lot of people here. Jungkook seems to be very popular." "He's always been a bit of a social butterfly, I guess." "Have you known him long?" "Oh yeah, since high school. We were never friends or anything but I did know him. Plus, I've been working for his dad since I was nineteen or so." "Wow, long time." "Tell me about it," He snorts, taking a sip of his own drink, "Don't get me wrong- at his core, Jungkook's a good guy. It just takes digging through all that...horse manure to really find it." "Well, how sweet of you to say," Jungkook interrupts, walking up to you both. Namjoon doesn't even batt an eye; completely unfazed by Jungkook's literally being his boss' son. "Y/n," Jungkook says with a smile, "You should've let me know you were here." You shake your head, "No, no. I wouldn't want to distract you from your party-hosting duties. Plus, Namjoon was already keeping me company." "Oh, I'm sure," Jungkook side-eyes Namjoon.

"You gonna get out there to dance?"Jungkook asks, raising a brow at you. You're quick to shake your head, "I'm definitely not drunk enough for that." "Oh, come on. I bet-" "Jungkook, Yoongi's asking to speak to you really quickly. Need me to come along?" Namjoon interrupts, looking down at his phone with his brows furrowed, scrolling up and done intently. Jungkook sighs, "I'm sorry- he's one of our partners at the company. Do you mind?" "Not at all, go ahead," You smile. "Okay, I'll be back in 15 minutes. Start counting!" He quickly gets up and pats Namjoon's shoulder to follow him. You then take the opportunity to go downstairs and make your way to the bathroom that you'd spotted a few minutes ago at the very far corner of the club. Surprisingly, the bathroom is relatively empty, save for a couple other occupied stalls- you're glad because you have to piss like a damn racehorse. You sit down and let out a quiet sigh of relief.

As you're finishing up, you hear the main door to the bathroom open and close, with the voices of two people echoing against the tile- one of which you recognize. "He's definitely looking more mature these days," It's Jin's girlfriend- Rose, and then a voice you've never heard before, "I know. I'm glad- I thought I'd have to wait forever for him to grow the fuck up." "Wait- but what about that girl they were saying he was with right now?" "What about her?" The stranger scoffs. "I mean, Jin did say she was his fiance..." "Oh, please. That relationship isn't real. Jungkook's just being forced into it by his family so he can inherit the company. He even told me he'd back out of it if I asked. And it looks like that time is coming soon." "Damn, Lisa. You're stone cold." Lisa? THE Lisa? "I promise I can be nice- I just don't like the idea of him not being there for me anymore, you know?" "Yeah, it'll be a huge change. He's so used to following you like a little puppy." Your heart is pounding; you can't believe your ears. The boldness and disrespect- the way they're talking about him is...blood boiling. You open the stall door and walk right up to the sink. At first, they pay you no mind, that is, until you make a point of sliding off the precious engagement ring that Jungkook had given you and place it on the ledge at the bottom of the mirror so that you can wash your hands. You can practically see the moment they notice; the way Lisa's mouth falls open is priceless. "That's...a nice ring," She says. You know she recognizes it, but you act dumb, "Thank you," You say, plastering a fake smile on you face before grabbing a paper towel and drying your hands and then walking out the door.

While it was definitely a delicious moment, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. What she said wasn't completely untrue; he was bullied into this engagement by his parents, just like you were. It isn't the way a natural relationship would go, sure...but that doesn't make the rest of what she said okay. There has to be a line somewhere. You go back upstairs and find that Namjoon is sitting right where you were before he was whisked away by whatever impromptu business meeting. "Hey, where'd you run off to?" He asks. "Had to find the ladies room- is Jungkook not back yet?" You sit down next to him again. "Nope. Went off somewhere right after. You know, to tell you the truth, I hate these things." "What things?" "Parties, They suck. If it weren't because Mr.Jeon specifically asked me to come, I'd be at home right now." "What does he do at these things that requires so much supervision?" "What doesn't he do? I mean, for gosh sakes. Nineteenth birthday, he ran up his parents card buying drinks for himself and his friends, and for the rest of the damn bar. Twentieth birthday, completely trashed the banquet hall- he's lucky it was at his parents' hotel, otherwise he would've been totally arrested. But none compares to his twenty-fourth party, right after Lisa broke up with him-" Namjoon catches himself, stopping mid-sentence and looking away, "I mean- he- he just gets really wild at these functions..." "Namjoon," You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at him, "Give me the tea."

"I don't know what you're talking about," He take a drink from his cup and surveys the bottom floor, "I think I'm gonna go dance-" He tries to get up, but you put your hand on his shoulder and force him back down, "Namjoon, I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with this man. I gotta know." You look at him with pleading eyes, desperate to just be let in somehow. He sighs, "Fine," He looks around to make sure everyone is still off socializing and paying no attention, "Jungkook met Lisa during their first year of high school. They became pretty close pretty fast- he was definitely in love with her very early on but she friend zoned him pretty hard until right after their last year of high school. They were pretty inseparable and..." He trails off, biting his lip as though contemplating whether or not to continue. "Namjoon, please." "...and they even talked about getting married. He was getting ready to confront his parents about being with her and wanting to void your guys' marriage agreement, but the week before he could, she dumped him." Your heart is beating hard in your chest. So she was the one who got away... Great. Perfect. "Was it bad?" You ask, trying not to show your worry. "It was horrible. Dude went off the rails. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. During that time of his life, he was fighting some demons like you wouldn't believe. His parents had to send him to rehab because he'd picked up a nasty coke habit- I literally watched him snort off a model's ass cheeks once." "What the hell," You furrow your brows, trying to imagine Jungkook doing something so wild. Of course, you've only reconnected with him now, but even from what you've seen, he seems a lot more controlled than that.

"Why'd she do it?" "Do what?" "Break up with him." "Oh, I think she told him...it was because he needed to grow up. He was immature and irresponsible. It truly crushed him. But the rehab helped a lot and now...you," He smiles gently. "Me?" "Yeah- I mean, that's the very reason why his parents wanted this for him in the first place. He needs direction." "Direction, right." Me? I'm the direction? "Do you think he still loves her?" You ask, not even sure if you want to hear the answer yourself. He furrows his brows as though deep in thought, "I...I don't know. It's hard to tell with Jungkook. I mean, they're still friends. She's here tonight, by the way. I know they've kept in touch but I think he kind of lost hope for that relationship, honestly." You replay Lisa's words from earlier in the bathroom; how he sounded so sure she'd just up and leave...and maybe she's right. Maybe he would leave it all behind at the drop of a hat. Maybe this isn't where you belong after all. You're brought out of your pensive state when you feel your phone buzz in your bag. "Sorry," You say, taking it out and seeing a text from B/f/n.

𝙱/𝚏/𝚗: 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠! 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞!!!!!! 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚖? 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 :)

You smile, feeling your stress momentarily replaced with joy at the thought of finally having a friend of your own here. You look around and don't see Jungkook anywhere, so you pull his number up in your phone.

𝚈/𝙽: 𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝?

You put your phone down and sigh, "Thanks for telling me all that, Namjoon. I...I really appreciate it." "Yeah- but if Jungkook asks, Jin told you." You laugh and nod, "Deal." "Do you need me to walk you out?" He asks. You shake you head, "No, I'm okay. Jungkook will do it." "Alrighty- well, if you excuse me, I think I'm gonna go get myself another drink." "No problem. 'Night!" And with that, he's down the stairs and lost in the sea. You look at your phone and see no reply, though you do see that that the message was seen 4 minutes ago. He should be on his way shortly, then.

Half an hour goes by and nothing. Not a single word. Every passing minute, you're getting more and more annoyed. You finally stand from the couch and look out form the balcony to see if maybe you can find him yourself- but then you see him. In the far side of the club, right by the DJ booth, Lisa is throwing her head back and laughing at something Jungkook is saying, her hand lightly hitting his chest. He's laughing too, and you see his arm gently resting on her shoulders, holding her just too close for comfort. Your heart sinks and you're pretty sure your face was visibly crestfallen. But now you know where his heart truly lays, don't you?

You calmly sling your purse over your shoulder and make your way down the stairs, passing all the people you'd met when you first came in who hardly even notice you pass. This isn't your world and you don't even know what you're doing here in the first place. Can this agreement even work? Are you just gonna pop out a few kids and then he and Lisa can go and ride off into the sunset? "Y/n?" You hear someone call your name but you can't be bothered to see who it is- the room feels like it's spinning and you just need a second to breathe. That's it- just some air. Just a little bit of air.

"Y/n..." You hear your name being softly called, but you can't even will your eyes to open. The darkness is just too comforting. "Y/n..." The voice calls again. You tense your face, slowly coming to. "Mmm," You whine, finally feeling a throb in your forehead. You open your eyes, taking a few blinks to adjust to the brightness of the room, and you're surprised to see Namjoon standing over you, along with...B/f/n- and your parents. You quickly sit up, though it only makes the throbbing worse, "What- what's going on?" "Oh, goodness, you're awake-" Your mom says, tears in her eyes as she practically throws herself on you. "M-mom- too tight." You look at your dad who looks relieved, though he doesn't say anything. "Finally, dude- you had us worried sick!" B/f/n says, sighing loudly. "What happened?" You ask, looking around and realizing you're in a hospital room. Namjoon steps forward a bit, "Well last night, you were leaving the party but you seemed totally out of it. Your eys looked totally glazed over like you weren't mentally present. I called your name but you ignored me- I managed to catch up to you when you got outside but you passed out right then and there. "Last night? What time is it?" You've been knocked out all night? "12PM," Your dad answers. "I told you ladies don't get drunk," Your mother hisses, though you let it slide because you know she's only worried. "I wasn't drunk at all," You say, "but why does my head hurt?" "Oh yeah, you banged your head on the concrete. Got a concussion," He added, "I didn't know what to do so I just called 112. The ambulance picked you up and they called your family. I called the Jeons right after you got to the hospital." "You called the Jeons?" "Yeah- Mr. and Mrs.Jeon were here all morning but they had to go into some meetings. They said they'd be back in a few hours," Namjoon assures you. "I don't want to see Jungkook." You say, looking away. Your parents, B/f/n, and Namjoon all look at each other, and it's a long moment before anyone of them speaks. "He's...in the bathroom right now," B/f/n says. "What?" You whip your head toward them, wincing at the pain. "Honey, he's been here all night. Why wouldn't you wanna see him?" You mom asks. You look at Namjoon who just looks down knowingly. "I just...don't want him to see me like this." Liar.

"Oh honey, he wouldn't care about how you look- you're his fiance for crying out loud," She says, trying to reassure you, "Right, F/n?" She turns to your dad, wanting him to step into the conversation but he just looks at you, eyes narrowed. You squirm under his gaze and try to ignore him. "Namjoon, just tell him to go rest." He nods silently, knowing not to challenge you right now. "I'm going to go to the ladies room," Your mom says, leaning over to give you a kiss. "I'll be back, Y/n. I gotta take a piss too." "Language," Your mom hisses. You can't help but give a little chuckle as they walk arm and arm out of the room, leaving just you and your dad. You twiddle you thumbs, regretting having sent Namjoon out now. "What's up?" You ask, unable to take the silence. "You're acting strange," He says, a suspicious expression on his face. "Uh, yeah- I mean, I am concussed." "What did he do?" He asks bluntly. Your heart picks up in your chest, "What did who do?" "Don't act dumb." Your dad was never on to mince words. "Dad, I don't know what you're talking about. Everything's fine." "Hm." "Dad, you know if you came all the way here just to be a pain in my ass, I'm sorry but you'll have to go," You snap, feeling frustrated at his lack of warmth. He sighs, and it's like you can visibly see his body loosen up. "I-I'm sorry, Y/n. I know that I've been very cold to you the past week and a half." You're shocked.

"You're sorry?" "Yes. I am... I guess, when it came down to it...I was too afraid to come to terms with the fact that I was losing my baby girl." "Afraid of losing me? I thought you were angry about the contract." He shakes his head, "No...I knew I was settling for so little. I suppose I was more upset that it was clear that you didn't really need me anymore," He reaches out and carresses your cheek, "I'm sorry for making you feel like this. I'm sorry for putting all these pressures on you at such an early age. You deserved to live life the way you wanted." His words bring tears to your eyes, and if it werent for the pain invading your entire brain, you'd have leapt into your fathers arms- but for now, a hand squeeze will have to suffice. "Now, I know you may not want to talk about...whatever it is that happened between the two of you, but just know that your mom and I are here. And even B/f/n... that girl really never stops talking, does she?" You laugh, "Nope."

The hospital discharged you around 2pm and now you're on your way back to the hotel. Your parents got a lovely master suite, while B/f/n opted to room with you. Though the doctor told you to rest, the two of you are already planning what you're gonna do while she's here. She takes her clothes out of the suitcase and transfers them over to the dresser below the television. You'd kept the conversation light while you were in the car with your parents, but as soon as you got to the room, tea was spilling left and right. You told her about the dinner, Jin and Rose, the ring, Jungkook's birthday party. It was so cathartic to relive everything through retelling- and seeing her reaction to everything is the icing on the cake. "Ugh, that guy's such an asshole...although, you did not prepare me for just how hot he is," She says, fanning herself. You chuckle, "Oh, please. He's alright..." "Girl, he is much more than alright. More than fine, even. If I were you, my hands would be connecting to Lisa's left cheek so quick," She pretends to box the air, "I might just do it for you." "Trust me, I wanted to...but at the end of the day, I have to remember there are no feelings involved in this process. I knew that coming into the agreement and I shouldn't expect it to change just because I was starting to..." "To...?" She asks, a smug expression on her face. "Nothing." "Starting to...like him?" "I said nothing." She shrugs, "Alright...you know, I will say- he sat at your bedside the majority of the night, and he looked really concerned. But no feelings, right?" "Right. No feelings." Your phone buzzes on your nightstand and you pick it up.

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔: 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚈/𝚗- 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞… 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

Your heart flutters in your chest, though you force your face to remain without expression. No feelings.

The Jeons invited you all to a charity banquet being held at their other hotel location tonight, and of course, your mom had gone out beforehand to get you and B/f/n gowns for the occasion. B/f/n's was a lovely powder pink, velvet, body con dress with silver detail and she looks absolutely stunning. "You look beautiful!" "I know, right? But where's yours?" She asks, a puzzled expression on her face. You purse your lips, "I...don't think I'm gonna go." "Why?" She asks with a pout. You shake your head, "I just don't feel well, you know? Head still hurts." "Your head? Or...your heart?" She exaggeratedly puts her hand to her chest and gives you that stupid therapist face she likes to put on. You roll your eyes, "My head only." "If you don't go, I'm not going," She says, turning to look in the mirror, a disappointed expression on her face. "No, no. You should go. This is your first night in Seoul- you shouldn't be locked up here on account of me. Besides," You walk up behind her and fix her hair, "You could be meeting the male lead to your love story tonight." Her eyes light up at the possibility. She's truly a hopeless romantic at heart- you wouldn't want to kill her delusions now. "Are you sure?" "Mhm. Positive." "Alright, fine. But the second you say you need me, I'm coming back and we're watching movies and eating junk food." "Sounds like a plan." She excitedly goes into the bathroom and begins doing her makeup and hair, humming to whatever tunes she has playing in her air pods. Meanwhile, you're laying in bed, hair up and out of your face, buried in the white covers.

"Alright, we're all going now," B/f/n says, putting her earrings on, "You sure you don't need me to stay?" "I'm positive. Go get laid- I mean, go find the love of your life." She laughs, "Oh shut up. Text Jungkook back. Don't sulk." You don't even look at her, just wave her away while your eyes stay glued to the TV. "Bye bye!" She says once more before closing the door behind her. And then there was one.

An hour goes by, and then two. Your phone buzzes every now and then: texts from Jungkook. You put your phone on DND, save for your parents and B/f/n. You go on instagram and see B/f/n's story; the hall full of people at grand tables, lavishly decorated with ginormous vases full of long stemmed roses, chandeliers sparkling in the background. Part of you wonders if most of the money being donated is just to cover the absolutely ridiculously expensive decor. B/f/n is smiling and showing herself having fun- even Namjoon makes an appearance in one of the videos...as well as Jungkook. You purse your lips and look over at your gown, draped over the back of a chair nearby. No, no. You're not in the mood to be around all those people. What would you even talk to anyone about? What would you say to Jungkook? No, you won't even entertain the what if's- you're not feeling well and that's that.

Ah shit. You shoot up out of bed and start stripping off your clothes, flinging everything every which way as your hurriedly try to shimmy into your dress. It's a pretty, dark red gown with a deep plunging bodice; your cleavage isn't exactly on 'display' per se, but it's definitely not hidden behind that little mesh panel in the middle. It accentuates your hips in just the right way, and you already feel the difference in your attitude when you put it on. You check the time: 8:30PM. You try to hurriedly do your hair and makeup, though you can only go so fast while recovering from a concussion. Suddenly, you hear thunder in the distance. No. NO. You run to the window and, lo and behold, rain begins pouring down out of nowhere. Oh great. You're gonna step out into the rain and get all messed up. "I"m still gonna go," You say to the sky not wanting to let it think it won. You run over to put the last touches on your appearance. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Is this some kind of sign from the universe!? You grab your clutch and then hurry to grab your phone. You didn't even book the fucking car. "Ugh...Uber it is-" Knock. Knock. Knock.

You snap your head up from your phone to look at the door. They're back already? No, it can't be- she just posted fifteen minutes ago about barely being served dinner. Knock knock knock. You hesitate for a moment, but ultimately decide to open the door- only to reveal a very disheveled and sopping wet-looking Jungkook. "Jungkook," Your shocked expression is no match for the expression on his face: serious yet gentle eyes, lips parted slightly as he catches his breath, leaning lightly on the door frame. "What are you doing here?" You ask. He bites his bottom lip and just stares at you for a second, "You didn't come tonight." "You never came back last night," You say, not missing a beat. He nods, "I know..." You rest your hand on the door for a bit, considering whether or not to let him in. "Come in," You say finally, stepping aside to let him in past you. You suppose the rain can wait for you...

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Latest update: Hogwarts!AU - Lust and Limerence 06

Jeon Jungkook

Stay Professional! ✨Pt. 2 ✨ Pt. 3 ✨ Pt. 4 ✨ Pt. 5 ✨ Pt. 6 ✨ Pt. 7 ✨ Pt. 8 ✨ Pt. 9 ✨ Pt. 10 ✨ Pt. 11 ✨ Pt. 12 ✨ Pt. 13 ✨ Pt. 14 (Final!) *moodboard here*

Lust and Limerence 💫 Pt. 2 💫 Pt. 3 💫 Pt. 4 💫 Pt. 5 💫Pt. 6

Familiar but Unexpected

It’s Summer, Destiny Interferes

Dreaming of the Impossible pt. 1 ⚡️ pt. 2 ⚡️ pt. 3 (HIATUS)

Reunited

Kim Taehyung

Miscalculation (drabble)

Fake text messages~

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook suddenly getting turned on by a typo. (here) 

You ask Jungkook to wingman since you have a crush on Jimin (here)

Jungkook accidentally texting you instead of Jimin. (here)

Jungkook randomly messaging you at 11pm for snacks. (here)

Jungkook losing his shit because you broke your arm. (here)

Late night conversations with Nochu. (here)

Min Yoongi

You finally snap at Yoongi’s tardiness. (Pt. 1) / (Pt. 2)

When he tries to make plans with you but then- (here)

Park Jimin 

When he tries to make plans with you but then- (here)

Kim Taehyung

Jimin tells him about your crush on him. (here)

He surprise visits you! (Long distance relationship) (here)

Kim Namjoon .

Cute banter with your smart ass boyfie. (here)

Married life with:  JK / MYG / PJM 

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↳ Index [Chapter 21 - Begs and Desperate Tries]

Genre: Angst

Wordcount: 5.5k

“No”, you say coldly, ready to throw the door closed on him.

But he doesn’t let you, stopping you with a strong hand.

“Please hear me out”, he begs, coming closer.

You take a step back, shaking your head.

“No. Leave, I don’t wanna see you ever again”, you want to sound angry, but your voice comes out shaky.

“___ please, just give me five minutes and then I’m gone if you still want me to. Please just hear me out.”

“Three months Jungkook! You had three months to come back to me!” your voice cracks, turning into angry sobs.

“Sweetheart”, he croaks, reaching out to brush your tears away.

“Don’t call me that!” you take another step back, shaking in anger.

You want to jump at him, claw at his face and rip his hair out. You want him to feel the pain you are feeling. But you don’t, you couldn’t, you just stand there, frozen to the spot and crying in pure anger.

“I’m sorry, baby, I mean ___. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for leaving”, Jungkook chokes out, hands folded in front of his chest and glassy eyes begging you.

“No”, you sob, shaking your head, “I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it.”

Jungkook takes a step closer to you, fingers brushing over your shoulders. His touch feels like fire, not a good kind of fire but the kind that hurts and makes you want to scream in pain.

“Please”, he whispers.

You take another step back, collapsing against the wall.

“___ is everything alright with you? Jungkook?” Jimin appears in the hallway, big eyes staring at Jungkook.

“Jimin! Hey!” Jungkook looks at the other man, wanting to start begging for forgiveness too, but he never gets to start.

Jimin storms to your side, grabbing Jungkook by his shirt collar and drags him outside. He pushes him, makes Jungkook stumble down the stairs and nearly fall to his knees if he hadn’t found his balance in the last moment.

“Don’t you fucking dare come here after all that you have done! You hear me? The next time you decide to show your traitorous face here I’ll bash it in with my own two fists!” Jimin yells so loudly in a few neighbouring houses the lights even turn on and people look out their windows.

“Jimin please”, Jungkook begs. You can’t see him but he sounds close to tears.

“Fuck off and never come back! And if Yoongi is here somewhere too, hiding like he so expertly does, I hope you rot in hell you asshole!” Jimin yells even louder, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent streets.

“Jimin plea-“ Jungkook’s voice gets cut off as Jimin slams the door closed on him.

On Monday Jungkook waits for you in front of your door again. He stands there, bouquet of blue roses in one hand and a box of pralines in the other. It shatters your heart, it really does, and yet you straighten up and walk up to him in confidence.

“Please hear me out ___. I just wanna talk”, he tries, closing the distance between you and him.

“Leave me alone”, you retort and brush past him on the stairs.

“I made the biggest mistake of my life when I left you. Please ___ I’m so terribly sorry”, he pleads, following you. His fingers brush yours, the feeling so infuriating you almost wanted to rip the door handle off. His fingers are still as soft and warm as you remember them to be. This hurts so much and yet you won’t turn around. You won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your face again. You won’t give him anything. He is dead to you, nothing but a ghost of the past trying to annoy you. Keys. Where the fuck are your keys? Your bag isn’t that big. Why the fuck can’t you find them? Your hands are shaking so much, maybe that is why.

“Tell me what I can do ___? I wanna fix everything, please”, he continues his annoying pleads, caressing your arm by now.

Tears collect in your eyes. All those little cracks in your heart, you tried so hard to close, are ripping open one by one again. Where the fuck are the keys???

“I know how much I hurt you, but I promise you I changed. I learned from my mistakes”, Jungkook says, taking a step closer.

You hate him so much. Where are the-, oh there they are. Finally. The door unlocks easily.

“Please just hear me out. I’m so terribly sorry I mean it”, Jungkook begs, but you had already thrown the door closed behind you.

You are safe, but your worst enemy still followed you inside. Pain. It forces you to your knees as you slide down the door and cry, not caring that Jungkook can hear you.

On Tuesday Jungkook waits for you in front of the diner. He stands there, stuffed bunny toy in one hand and a cup of your favourite boba tea in the other. It breaks your heart, it really does, and yet you straighten up and walk up to your bike in confidence.

“How was work today? Did it go well?” he stumbles after you, “I got you boba tea cause I know how exhausted you get from always working so hard. Take it”, he offers, nudging your hand with the plastic cup.

You don’t accept it, you just continue fishing for your keys in your bag. You seriously need to get a new bag. How on earth do you always lose your stupid keys in it?

“I see you’re still driving the bike. You like it?” he tries again, after realizing that you will never accept the stupid present he got you.

Silence. He is just a ghost of the past, he is just a ghost of the past, he is just a ghost of the past. Keep repeating those words and maybe then his voice will finally stop reaching your ears. Just a ghost, just a ghost. Don’t interact, just ignore.

“Uhm…” Jungkook clears his throat, “I know you’re busy, but could we maybe talk? Just for a minute, let me explain everything to you”, there is desperation in his voice.

At least today he doesn’t touch you, so that is a welcome change. And yet his voice is still ringing in your ears, the sound of it shaking at the doors of memories you worked so hard on locking.

“Please ___, just thirty seconds. Twenty, fifteen. I just-“. he squeaks a hiccup, “-miss you so much.”

There he goes, ripping the cracks wide open until they are turned into deep, deep canyons of pain.

“Leave me alone”, you spit and put your helmet on.

The bike starts easily.

“I feel terrible. Really, I am so sorry for hurting you. Please ___”, Jungkook begs, but you had already started the machine so you can’t hear him.

You drive off without giving him one second of attention. On the first corner you cross however your bike comes to a stop as you barely manage to stumble off of it to sob on the sidewalk instead.

On Wednesday Jungkook waits for you inside the diner. He sits there on the barstool, sipping on his cocoa and looking around the diner with big eyes. It really wrecks your heart, it really does, and yet you straighten up and walk past him to the back in confidence. When you come back out here is still here, staring at you like a frightened bunny in headlights.

He stands up from the barstool, clutching the counter as if he wanted to rip it apart in nervousness.

“Can we please talk?” he pleads, desperation lacing his voice.

“What part of ‘leave me alone’ did you not get?” you spit, throwing the dishwasher closed rather aggressively, “also who the fuck let you inside anyways?”

“I let myself in.”

“And brought your own cocoa so I see”, you scoff in distaste and turn away. Good luck to whoever his actual ghost decides to haunt, because he is one annoying ghost of the past.

“It’s really yummy. Wanna take a sip?” he offers, pushing it over the counter.

You whip around, grab the cup and pour it down the sink all in one go, keeping up the eye contact eventhough it hurts like hell.

“I want you to fucking leave me alone”, you growl, crinkling the paper cup between your fingers and then throw it at his chest.

Jungkook catches it, frowning.

“This cost like six bucks”, he mumbles.

“I’ll fucking stick the six bucks up your traitorous ass if you don’t leave this instance”, you bark, making yourself big.

“___ please. All I want is to talk like two adults”, he begs, eyes filling with sadness.

“Yeah? And I wanted that three months ago. Newsflash it’s a little too late for that now.”

“I’m sorry”, he tries, reaching for your hand.

“Leave!” you spit so loudly he actually flinches back.

His lips start to tremble, but you don’t care. His eyes get glassy, but it doesn’t affect you. He sniffles, but you don’t pay it any mind.

You turn your back to him and leave, disappearing in the back.

When you come back out again he is already gone again, the crinkled up paper cup the only thing still waiting for you on the counter.

You grab it and throw it into the bin with all your might, thankful that no customers decide to interrupt you as you curl up into a ball on the floor and begin to cry.

On Thursday he waits for you underneath your window. It is four in the morning when a constant knocking on your window shakes you awake.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

You roll onto your back, not really awake and yet not really asleep either.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

First your left eye opens.

Thud. Thud.

Then your right eye opens.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Your head rolls to the side, checking to see if someone was knocking on your door. It was still open, nobody was in front of it.

Thud. Thud.

It came from the window. You look at it, watching as something hit it. Thud. And again.

With a low groan you roll out of bed and drag your feet to the window. It must be that stupid seagull that always nests in your tree and drops its food.

You slide your window open, ready to shush it away only to be hit by a stone directly onto your cheek.

“Ouch”, what the fuck?” you gasp, holding your aching cheek as you look down to where that stone came from.

There he stands, Jungkook, staring up at you with his eyes big in shock and his hand thrown over his mouth.

“Holy shit I’m so sorry I meant to hit your window but you opened it before I could stop myself. Are you alright?” he calls up.

“What the fuck is your problem? Just fuck off already”, you hiss and yet you don’t close the window just yet.

“Let’s talk ___ please”, he begs.

“I don’t want to talk, what the fuck do you not get about that?”

“Then at least let us go for a drive like we always did”, he says and points at his bike behind him.

It really breaks your heart, it really does, being reminded of all the good times you had shared with him on that stupid piece of metal, but despite that you straighten up in confidence and look down at him in disgust.

“I’ll never go on a drive with you ever again.”

“Please ___, today the stars are all out and the weather’s really nice. Let’s go on an adventure again”, he begs.

“No.”

“So why haven’t you closed the windows yet?”

And so you do, without saying another word you close the windows and pull the curtains closed. You go back to bed, telling yourself that all the tears streaming down your face are from the cold air outside.

On Friday he comes back to the diner. Taehyung nudges your arm beside you, making you look at him instead of staring holes into the diner floor.

“Earth to ___”, he says and chuckles.

“Mhm?”

“You were zoning out again”, he explains.

“Was I? Oh sorry”, you mumble and start wiping the counter.

Taehyung watches you, munching on his double beef burger and sipping on his cherry coke.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks.

“Nothing much, just-“, you shrug your shoulders, “-stupid things.”

“Care to share?”

“No, not really. Sorry”, you say, not wanting to bring up Jungkook. If there was one person on this earth with whom you would never want to share your annoying heartbreak with it is Taehyung. He thankfully had no encounter with them yet and you don’t want to be the one burdening his heart with memories of them.

“You know that you can talk about anything with me, right?” he tries one more time.

“Yeah I know”, you force a smile to your lips, “but it’s really nothing major. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Okay”, Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and takes a big bite of his burger afterwards. He munches on it, chewing loudly and with a cute pout on his lips. You really admire that about the new Taehyung. He seems so carefree now, he doesn’t want to know everything all the time. A few months ago this would have made him spiral, would have given him anxiety that you were secretly plotting how to abandon him. Time really does heal all wounds, you think as you watch him eat to his heart’s content.

“This burger I tell you. Now that my tongue can actually taste again. It’s amazing”, he mumbles pointing at it, “the best burger out there. No joke not even I can make a burger that great.”

You smile, “Yeah, Seokjin’s an amazing cook.”

“Want to have a taste?” he offers, eyes sparkling playfully.

“I know how his burgers taste”, you decline, heart fluttering in your chest.

“Oh come on ___, just one bite”, he pouts at you.

“Fine”, you give in and lean over the counter.

Taehyung feeds you with a big grin on his face, his eyes glued to your lips.

“And?” he asks, watching you chew.

“It’s good”, you say with your mouth still stuffed, cheeks burning from the attention you are getting.

“Try a fry”, he gasps, “oh that rhymed”, he giggles, “try a fry, hehe funny. I’m a poet.”

“You’re a dork, that’s what you are”, you say, chest swelling in happiness. He is so cute sometimes.

Taehyung giggles, leaning closer, “here comes the plane” he sings, waving a fry in front of your lips whilst making cute little plane sounds.

“Tae, what are you doing? Stop”, you giggle, making him laugh.

“Come on open up”, he smiles.

“Tae”, you whine, grinning happily.

“I am trying to be cute here, come on-“

Taehyung’s voice drowns out as you hear the door bell ring and two dark figures entering. You see Taehyung’s lips moving and yet you can’t hear him as you turn your head to the door, knowing even before looking at the shadows, that is was them.

Time seems to pass in slow motion as you watch them walk in. Yoongi first and then Jungkook. Their eyes instantly land on you.

Shattering. Something falls to the floor. Then a scream. Jimin. He must have seen them, dropped the plates he was carrying.

Taehyung asks you what’s wrong before he turns around. He mouths something that looks like “no way”, but you can’t hear him. Your ears are ringing.

A moment later he is on his feet, storming up to Yoongi and Jungkook. You think that he is going to punch them, but instead he storms past them outside, throwing the door close behind him.

You are all outside in an instant. You still half in shock, Jimin covered in food, Yoongi calling Taehyung’s name and Jungkook still trying to decide if he should run to you or after Taehyung.

“Taehyungie stop! Please hear us out!” Yoongi calls after him.

Taehyung whips around, face burning in so much anger he looks scary.

“You told me that I’m dead to you! You told me that I am dead to you when I was literally suicidal! I told you that I was and yet you told me that I’m dead to you! Who the fuck does that? It took me three months of intense therapy to get over that and now you want me to hear you out?” he barks, pressing his fingers into his own chest.

“I fucked up. I was shocked and disappointed and let it out in the most awful way I could. You needed me and I left you like an asshole”, Yoongi says calmly, taking a step closer to Taehyung.

“I begged you! I fucking begged you to stay!” Taehyung screams, storming to Yoongi to push at his chest, “You were my everything, my family and you left me! Do you even know how big of a hole you left in my chest?”

“I know”, Yoongi lowers his head, “And I will forever hate myself for it. You don’t need to forgive me, but I’m so sorry. I regret everything that I did, I’m sorry my brother”, Yoongi says, shaking as he reaches out to hold onto Taehyung’s arms.

Taehyung shakes him off, taking a step back, “yeah you’re right. I won’t forgive you. I’m not going to tell you that everything is good again just so you can sleep better at night. I don’t need you or Jungkook. I needed you three months ago, but you weren’t there back then. I just want you guys to leave me alone”, he spits.

“Taetae, please hear us out. We’re so sorry”, Jungkook is the one trying.

“I don’t care. I have a life now. I have a home now. I’m happy, actually fucking happy. I don’t want to waste any more energy on the people who abandoned me. This conversation is over.”

“Tae please.”

“Taehyung don’t go.”

But he does, he leaves without turning back around. You all watch him drive off, watching him get smaller and smaller until he rounds a corner and disappears behind a building.

Jungkook turns to you. Yoongi turns to Jimin. He starts talking to him, but you don’t really listen to them, paying attention to the man walking to you instead. You want to turn around, get inside again and leave like Taehyung did, but you aren’t as strong as him.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asks, avoiding eye contact.

You scoff, “still can’t bear to look at me?” you spit.

“Of course!” Jungkook blurts out, instantly looking at you, his eyes big as they race between yours in panic.

You had almost forgotten how big his eyes are, how they always seem to sparkle in the sunlight. This isn’t helping. You wish he never looked at you again. It hurts too much.

“I miss you ___”, Jungkook confesses, eyes still glued to your face.

You have to look away, take a deep breath and close your eyes.

“I miss you so much that I can’t fall asleep at night”, he continues, taking a step closer to you, “can you forgive me?” he asks, wrapping his fingers around your wrists gently.

It burns. His touch burns.

“Don’t touch me”, you squeak, stumbling back whilst rubbing your aching wrists.

“I’m sorry I, I didn’t mean…I-“, he stutters, following you, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“No!” you hear Jimin yell next to you. You and Jungkook look at him, watching him run off with Yoongi following him. They disappear behind the diner, going to whatever place Yoongi will catch up with Jimin.

You look back to Jungkook, gathering all of your strength before you speak.

“You come here, after almost three months of no contact and expect me to forgive you just like that? No way, I’m not going to give you that satisfaction. You broke my heart Jeon Jungkook”, you say, voice shaking in emotion.

“I know and I will regret it for eternity, but-“, he looks at you, “-I changed. I never should have left you, please ___ believe me. I regret everything.”

“Good I hope you do and I hope you continue having troubles falling asleep. It’s what you deserve”, you give him one last look, “I have to get back to work. Don’t bother following me or I’ll tell Seokjin to give you a house ban”, you spit, turning your back to him afterwards.

“___ wait please!” Jungkook runs after you, fishing for your hand. He grabs it, pulls you back and wraps his arms around you before you can even react. You stand there in shock as your face is nestled in his chest and his fingers caress your upper back.

“I’m desperate ___, please I’m so sorry”, Jungkook pleads, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, “I miss you”, he whispers.

Your fingers twist in his shirt, your eyes close as you inhale his scent. Everything is okay again. He is here now.

“Please take me back”, he breathes, lips ghosting over your skin.

You shiver. No! Nothing is okay again. He left you. You push him away, panting for air.

“How dare you hug me like that? Do you have no shame? I told you that I didn’t want to be touched by you! Leave me alone, I’m not saying it again. Leave me the fuck alone”, you spit, burning in anger.

You nearly fell for his trap. Stupid, stupid woman.

“___ please-“, he starts begging, but you don’t listen to him. You finally leave, like you should have done so in the beginning.

Seokjin is waiting for you inside, hands resting on his hips.

“Where were you? Where is Jimin and why is there food spilled all over the floor?” he asks.

“They are back, feel free to ban them from the property if they dare to take a step inside”, you explain and rush to the back to get the mop. You just need to work, keep yourself busy. The tears that begin streaming down your face the moment you are alone with your pain you try to ignore to the best of your abilities.

Seokjin’s eyes flit outside. Jungkook is staring at him. Seokjin clenches his jaw, flaring his nostrils. It scares Jungkook, who lowers his eyes and scurries off afterwards.

“Good run away”, Seokjin grumbles.

On Saturday he doesn’t wait for you at your place, the diner or maybe even just random street. So he actually gave up. It destroys your heart, it really does, but despite that you straighten up and no. Who are you trying to lie to at this point? Yourself? Your heart? The world? It breaks your heart and you have no strength left in yourself to straighten up again.

Namjoon looks up from the sofa, studying you with curious eyes. He had been eating chocolate ice cream and had been watching a documentary on true crime stories when you hurried past him into the kitchen and a second later came back munching on something, maybe a piece of the hot cheetos he left in the pantry.

“Why are you dressed like that? Where are you going?” he asks.

You zip your leather jacket up and brush your hair out of your face.

“I’m going for a drive. I need to clear my head a little”, you explain.

Namjoon takes a bite of his ice cream, chews it and then he speaks.

“Is it because of Jungkook?” he asks, head tilting to the side.

“Of course it’s because of him”, you snarl, “he is back in town, roaming around the streets and giving me no moment to breathe. I need to clear my head, I can’t think straight”, you say, gesticulating wildly.

“You know if you want to talk about it, I am also here to listen”, Namjoon suggests, patting the empty spot next to him.

“I really appreciate it, but I just need to get out for a moment, feel the wind on my face and breathe. If you know what I mean.”

Namjoon nods and takes a bite of his ice cream again, “sure I totally get it. I’m the same whenever I get stuck on a passage in my book. Please be careful.”

“I will, thank you for understanding. Also Namjoon?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t tell Jimin, he’ll just worry and try to find me.”

“Uhm…”, Namjoon swallows the bite, gnawing on his lower lip afterwards before he finally speaks, “fine. I won’t tell him, my lips are sealed.”

“Thanks, I owe you one”, you give him a quick smile and then you are off, “see you later.”

“See you, take care!” he calls after you, returning to his documentary afterwards.

You take the usual route, past the diner, up the roads until you reach the pier, past the fun fair and then up the coast until you reach the junction, leading to the mountain plateau. It is the only place which makes you feel alone, like nobody is going to find you and you can live out your emotions without anyone running in on you. Up there you can finally scream in frustration, screech curse words against the wind in hopes they would reach Jungkook. Up there you can let your tears run free, break the icy shackles around your heart which threaten to split it apart. You can’t wait to reach it.

Just over one little bump and then you can already see it. The pine tree, the bushes, a black bike. Wait. A black bike? You stop, staring at it with big eyes. This is Jungkook’s bike. What is this doing here? Are you hallucinating?

Your head turns on its own, eyes landing on a big-eyed Jungkook scurrying to his feet and patting his butt clean from all the dust. He waves at you, shy smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

“Amazing”, you mumble and turn off the engine. You get off your bike, storing your helmet on the handle and take a deep breath. This is your spot and you are not going to let Jungkook take it like that. You will just tell him to leave and then everything will be okay again.

“What are you doing at my spot?” you ask, taking a few steps closer to him.

“Your spot? Don’t you mean our spot?” Jungkook asks, eyes flitting over your face shyly.

“It hasn’t been our spot for a long time now”, you retort coldly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Then why are you here? You’re still coming here, probably to think, knowing you. This spot still means something to you. That’s why I was waiting here for you, because I knew you would come”, he says, taking a step closer to you.

This hurts so much. You thought it would be easy, that you just have to go over there, tell him to leave and then everything will be okay. Nothing is okay. You can’t be here with him.

“Goodbye Jungkook”, you growl and turn around to leave. If he won’t leave, you will. There are many other spots in town where you can go to think. This place was difficult to reach anyway, it is time for you to look for a new spot.

“I came back for you!” Jungkook calls after you, making you freeze on the spot. Your heart clenches painfully.

“What?” you gasp, whirling around.

“I came back for you, but you were already gone. They told me that Taehyung was in a rehabilitation center now, close to your home. So I connected the dots.”

“And yet you didn’t feel like visiting me.”

You turn around again and keep walking away. There is no use in talking with him. You will only get hurt again. He knew where you were all this time and yet he never looked back. This makes you ache, everything hurts.

“I wanted to! I did! Many times!” he yells.

You stop, but don’t turn around.

“But every time I saw you, you just looked so happy. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

Anger boils in your stomach. He doesn’t know anything.

“You think I was happy?” you whip around, pupils blown out in anger, “You left me! You didn’t even give me an explanation! All I had was that stupid note telling me that you couldn’t do this anymore. You think I was happy when I was left wondering what the hell I did wrong to deserve such a break up?” you hate screaming and yet you can’t help but scream the words at him.

Jungkook lowers his head.

“You think I was happy when I was left blaming myself for everything that happened? You think I was happy?” you scream, hitting your own chest repeatedly.

Screaming is all that you have left. What else is there to do when your heart aches so much?

“I needed you. Taehyung needed you. You left us without even giving us an explanation and you fucking knew where we were? Holy fucking shit what kind of fucked up coward are you?”

Jungkook nods, lower lip trembling.

“Say something!” you yell so angrily it makes him flinch.

“I blamed myself”, he croaks, hands starting to shake, “I hurt you, I made you bleed. I hurt you eventhough all I wanted to do was protect you. I failed you and I couldn’t possibly face you again. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just hated myself so much.”

“You literally abandoned me!” you yell so loudly it bounces off the rocks, “Do you even know how long I waited for you at the motel room? How much I cried? I needed you and you just abandoned me.”

“I-“,you don’t even let him speak, too caught up in your own emotions.

“I didn’t blame you for pushing me and getting me hurt, I knew that this was an accident. All I needed was for you to come back and tell me that you were just being a dramatic asshole for a few days! But all I got was that stupid note, holy shit a fucking note on a fucking napkin like I wasn’t even worth an explanation!”

You start sobbing without even wanting to. All that built-up heartbreak, all those forced down emotions are trying to escape now that you opened the doors for them.

“You left me”, you sob, looking at him through your tears.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, face contorted in pain.

“No. It’s too late for that, you hurt me too much. No sorry in the world can fix this”, you take a deep breath and wipe your tears away. You have to be strong. “I thought I still wanted to be with you. That I still wanted you back, but seeing you now? Hearing your stupid excuses? It just showed me how over you I am”, you spit.

Jungkook sobs painfully, falling to his knees with his hands folded in front of his chest.

“Please ___ forgive me. I made a mistake. Please I’m so sorry, I miss you so much”, he begs through his tears, crawling to you.

He lies face down on the ground, hands grasping your ankles as he sobs painfully.

“Please, I know that I’m monster, but I’m begging you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You just stand there, staring down at him in pure shock. You hadn’t expected this. How do you react in such a situation? Should you pity him? Shake his hands off and walk away? Forgive him?

“I miss you so much, please ___ don’t send me away”, Jungkook wails, clutching your ankles tighter.

You take a deep breath, swallow down the lump forming in your throat and look away.

“Get up”, you say coldly.

Jungkook looks up first before he stumbles to his feet. He keeps his head lowered, body shivering.

You stare at him. You thought seeing him stand would help you find an answer and yet it didn’t. The anger in your stomach is definitely gone by now, the shock had washed it away. But forgiving him? You don’t know if you can do it.

“Don’t kneel for me ever again”, you tell him without a hint of emotion in your voice.

Jungkook reaches out for your hands, holds onto them with all his might as the tears continue their way down his face.

“Don’t leave me ___. I love you. I love you so much.”

There it is again. That unbearable pain in your chest, you worked so hard on getting over. A sob rips through your body as you push him back, away from you. Distance, you need the distance.

“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare tell me that you love me, after all that you have done. This makes it so much worse!” you wail.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Don’t cry please”, Jungkook pleads, wanting to cup your cheeks, but you don’t let him.

You stumble back until your legs hit your bike, “don’t follow me”, you choke out and then you somehow manage to get on your bike and drive away.

Jungkook doesn’t follow you.

[pradaksj]

ghostin || part one. (m.)

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❧ summary ⟶  ❝Though I wish he were here instead. Don't want that living in your head, he just comes to visit me when I'm dreaming every now and then. ❞

❧ pairing⟶ seokjin/reader

❧ genre⟶  angst, angst, and angst … did i say angst? + a bit of fluff? friends to lovers. 

❧ word count ⟶ 20,000+ 

❧ warnings ⟶ major character death! sad ending. descriptions of grieving process. 

❧ a/n ⟶ this is based on both ghostin by ariana grande and the one that got away by katy perry and pluto projector by rex orange county which has a godlike violin instrumental that is a perfect fit for this story. i def recommend listening to the slowed + reverb versions. + i tried to make transitions as clear as possible so please let me know how i did on those :(  and lastly ermmm dont stress too much on specific time stamps and ages bc ermmm I just did quick maths for a lot of it LMAO

❧ part of the  ⟶ thank u, next series

part 1 || part 2 (final) 

2050.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear grandma, happy birthday to you!” the sound of multiple claps echo across the room, symbolizing the start of a new year for you. 

Today was your 75th birthday celebration and around you were your two grandkids along with your only daughter. It seemed as the years went by, the need for such grand celebrations weren’t as important as they used to be. A simple cutting of the cake surrounded by the people you love being enough to suffice.

“Grandma! You have to blow the candles out!” your youngest grandson eagerly reminds you, ready to blow them out himself if you didn’t take action soon, “and don’t forget to make a wish and don’t tell us or else it won’t come true!”

“Mm,” you smile warmly, gently closing your eyes and puffing a gentle huff of air, your mind blank of any wishes, for you had stopped believing in the magic of wishes a long long time ago.

“Alright, now to cut it … Jia go grab a cutting knife from the block set,” you hear your daughter command your oldest grandchild, who at this moment was clearly too consumed with whatever she had going on in her phone to even bother listening, “Jia!” she finally snaps her head up at the sound of her mother’s voice raising an octave, “How many times do I have to tell you to stop using that phone so much, not only is it rude but we’re celebrating your grandma’s birthday. The least you can do is have the courtesy to turn off your phone.”

She rolls her eyes in response, “Mom, I’m sure grandma doesn’t mind … right grandma?” she flashes you the toothy grin that you were used to seeing whenever she wanted something, knowing she’s always had a special place in your heart as the first grandchild.  

All you can do is chuckle softly, feeling too old to entertain and be dragged into the bickering arguments between your daughter and granddaughter. Carefully you get up yourself and grab a cutting knife despite your daughter’s pleas to sit.

“Look at what you’ve made your grandma do Ji—” but before your daughter could continue with her scolding, you raise a hand as a gesture of interrupting.

“I’m old, but I’m not that old Yeojin, getting up to grab a knife isn’t the end of the world for me,” you sigh, “Now let’s stop with all of the bickering and eat some cake.”

It was odd really, growing up you could never exactly picture yourself getting to this age (not that you weren’t ever hoping to), but like any other person you just always pictured yourself being young forever. 

It wasn’t until your first gray hair appeared several years ago that it suddenly struck you that you really were actually aging. From there the wrinkles upon your skin grew to be more prevalent and things you had no problem doing when you were in your teenage years began to consume much more energy from you. 

And now that you observed yourself in the mirror, here on your 75th birthday, did you realize that life had really gone by in the blink of an eye. 

Of course 75 wasn’t too old of an age, but now retired and living under the light supervision of your nearly 50 year old daughter, you had long ago realized that the days of wild adventures and endless partying were long over. In a way it was time to start asking yourself if you had lived a life you could be proud of and if you fulfilled the promise you made over 50 years ago. 

Honestly, you were unsure, but before you could dwell on your thoughts for any longer, the sound of an argument going on downstairs catches your attention.

“Hand me the phone Jia!” you hear your daughter’s voice yell across the room as you made your way into the living room.

“I said no! I’m not twelve anymore, you can’t just make me hand you my things whenever you want,” Jia scoffs in return, adamant on her rebellious stance.

“Considering that I’m the one whose paying that phone bill every month, I wouldn’t exactly call it yours little lady,” Yeojin sternly furrows her brows while her hand continued to remain held out, her patience running on a thin line, “Jia if you don’t give me that phone then—”

“What?” she interrupts, challenging whatever her mother was going to say. With your newly profound headache growing by the second, you grab the keys to your small old Toyota, deciding that you weren’t going to be helping handle this on your birthday. 

Their voices, which became nothing more than background noise while you grabbed your winter jacket, were brought back to your attention once you were making your way out the door.

“Mom where are you going?” Yeojin asks before you could run off, “It’s raining and you shouldn’t be driving at this hour of night.”

“And why is that?”

“Because Grandma you’re—” Jia suddenly chimes in, “well you’re um—” old, is what you know your granddaughter wants to say, but out of respect chooses not to.  

You sigh, “I’m just going to the diner to grab myself a late night snack while you two continue with your useless arguing. Hopefully when I come back, you two will have realized how pointless these arguments are.”

“Mom—” Yeojin begins, but almost as if a lightbulb went off in her head, she suddenly grabs Jia’s phone while she was distracted in watching you leave, “Go with your grandma,” she commands, and Jia’s eyes immediately go wide.

“Hey you can’t just—” Jia’s about to complain until she sees the firm look on her mother’s face, “But—” she glances in your direction, knowing that just like her mom, she wouldn’t feel too good having you out driving this late at night, especially on a rainy day.

“You cried about getting your permit for months, now is the time to put it to use,” Yeojin sends her knowing look, recalling the number of months that Jia would complain about all of her classmates getting either their permits or license’s while she was still stuck taking the bus. 

“Ugh,” she groans, “Fine, grandma wait for me in the car,” she ultimately says. After putting on her shoes, Jia begins to make her way out to the car, but not before her mother stops her midway to tell her to “Drive safe.”

“Mom, I know,” she scoffs, “but don’t expect me to spend hours there or something. We’re strictly going for whatever food she wants and back. No way in hell are we dining in.”  

To that, Yeojin laughs. There was no way her mother wouldn’t want to dine in, but deciding she’d let Jia figure that out on her own, instead she says, “Well as long as you listen to whatever your grandma has to say to you then I don’t mind what time you come back.”

“That’s if she doesn’t put me to sleep first,” Jia mumbles to herself, but still loud enough for her mother to hear. 

One could say, she wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending one on one time with her grandma, not without her phone at least. Of course that didn’t mean she didn’t love her grandma to death because truly she did, but often she found herself halfway asleep whenever she had long conversations with her. The same old endearing “you and your mother need to learn to communicate” or the “back in my day” conversations were quite repetitive.

“Mm, you need to start putting that attitude of yours under control little lady,” Yeojin shakes her head in disapproval, “I understand that your grandma can be a bit…”

“Boring,” Jia completes the sentence for her.

“Tedious,” Yeojin corrects, “at times, but occasionally she has an interesting story to tell here and there,” she chuckles, “so don’t count her out just yet. You may be surprised with whatever story she has prepared to tell.”

And with that all Jia could do was sigh, preparing for the long night ahead.

“Grandma, we’ve been here for like 2 hours now,” Jia complains, staring at you as you ate your BLT sandwich, the sound of both loud and pleased munches coming out of your mouth, “You’re really telling me you’re not full yet?”

With a mouthful of food in your mouth, you shake your head no. It isn’t until you gulp down your food that you’re able to verbally give a response, “You know I’m a slow eater, plus it’s my birthday. You don’t hear me complain on your birthday, do you?”

To that, Jia remained silent. She guessed you had a point, not like there was much left for an elderly lady like you to do. The least she could do was suck up her complaints, and deal with it. It just sucked that whenever she looked up at the wall clock it seemed like time was moving as slow as a snail. 

God, how she should’ve somehow managed to take back her phone. It also didn’t help that those “stories” her mom had mentioned weren’t planning on making an appearance tonight because all you did was silently eat your food and stare out the window. 

Honestly, Jia hadn’t expected much but it seemed as if today you were even quieter than usual, not even bothering to make the small conversation you usually did, like asking her how school was going or if she had a boyfriend yet (not that she ever responded truthfully). So in short, you were doing absolutely nothing to appease Jia’s boredom.

All Jia could do was tap her nails against the old diner’s table and observe the other late night foodies around you two. 

The first person she noticed was a middle aged man who was eating a burger along with a strawberry shake. Based on his tiresome appearance and the hat he wore, she could only assume that he was most likely a trucker who needed to make a pit stop.

The second person she noticed was not a single person, but a group of three. A father, a mother, and their little daughter. The sight of them tugging slightly at her heart strings, reminding her of a time in her childhood before her parents’ divorce. If only she had appreciated those moments a little more while they were happening.

Deciding that she wasn’t in the mood for nostalgic sulking, she instead focused her attention on the last set of people in the diner. A couple, who was only a couple of feet away from you two, seated in one of the booths rather than at a table like Jia and you. 

The young man, who Jia assumed was in his mid 20′s, was seated with a woman who was just as good looking as him. The two of them sat facing across from one another rather than besides each other, the serious look on their faces clearly signaling that whatever they were talking about was of importance.

It wasn’t until she took a clearer look at the woman that she realized she was crying, the sounds of her whimpers becoming clearer once she had taken note of the woman’s disheveled appearance. It looked like she had been crying for hours, her hand holding onto the man’s at the center of the table as if begging him to stay…

“Yejin we just can’t be together anymore,” Jia overhears the man say, and it’s only then that she realizes that the woman is begging him to stay.  

“Jimin, all I’m asking is why?” she hears the woman plead, her voice sounding weak and defeated, “I just— I just don’t understand—” she manages to stutter the sentence out, “Does it have to do with what you were telling me the other night? About feeling incompenent with your career?”

He vigorously shakes his head no, prepared to deny the accusation, “No—”

But she’s quick to cut him off, “Because if it is,” she squeezes his hand tighter, “I already told you I don’t care. I don’t care if you’re the poorest or richest man on the planet, okay? As long as I’m with you, I just don’t care,” she repeats, “You’re my person Jimin,” the woman, who Jia now identified as Yejin, with whatever energy she had left, forced a small smile to grace upon her lips. 

A small smile that spoke nothing but genuine love for the man across from her, but with eyes that were desperately hoping for a small sign that the man in front of her would break, “You’re all I have.”

The man, Jimin, instead of reciprocating the warm gesture, pulls his hands away, forcing himself to be the ultimate bad guy in this story. 

This was for the best he reasoned with himself, not for him, but for her. 

The woman in front of him who he loved so much that he couldn’t bear the thought of denying her a future where she’d have to worry everyday about what their future held, even if it meant not being with him, 

“It’s for that reason that we can’t….” he clears his throat, “After tonight we’ll be nothing more than strangers.” he says in a voice that hid any feeling of despair he felt, saving the emotion for later when he was by himself.

“Please,” her voice breaks, “Jimin please,” a single teardrop falls from her eye, “Our future, it'll be worth it, I promise. Every stupid stubborn inch of it because as long as I’m by your side we’ll get through anything. And when we’re old and gray we’ll laugh about this stupid conversation—”

“Yejin—”

“No,” Yejin shakes her head vigorously, desperately fighting tooth and nail for her boyfriend of 7 years and her childhood friend of even more, the person she thought she’d been through it all with, “I refuse to—”

“Yejin!” he firmly interrupts her before she could continue, unsure of just how much more he could hear, “Look at me.” Fuck Yejin. Don’t do this to me. Just accept it., was all he could think at the moment, “I’m—” for a second he struggles to say the words, struggles to officially shatter the heart that had trusted him enough to show itself completely bare, “I’m doing this for me. I’m choosing me. And I don’t know what else I can say or do for you to realize that,” how disgusting it felt to spew the lies out of his mouth.

And it was once he said those words, that Yejin no longer fought against what was happening. It was then that Jimin knew, she had finally accepted it. 

The two sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity, until Yejin grabbed her keys from the table, mustering the courage to be the first one to leave, but not before planting a soft kiss on top of Jimin’s head, a final gesture of good bye.

Jia, who’d witness the whole heartbreaking scene play out in front of her, struggled to tear her eyes away. But it was once she did, that she had noticed she wasn’t the only one who had paid attention to the break up.

Watching the couple, you looked as if you’d seen a ghost, truly at a loss for words. Never did you imagine you’d witness history repeat itself.

A voice breaks you away from your thoughts, “Grandma, are you okay?” Jia warily asks, concerned with why you looked so shocked.

“Oh,” you blink rapidly as if being brought back to reality, “Yeah, it’s just—” you glance at the booth once again, watching the man sulk in his seat. 

His head was leaned against the glass window, dazedly looking at the view outside. By now his eyes were puffy, the emotions he had kept bottled in, now manifesting itself in the salty tears that were now silently falling down his face. 

And before you could think twice, you grabbed the extra sandwich you had ordered and began to walk towards his booth, Jia following behind with a shocked expression.

“Grandma, what are you doing?!” she asks in a panicky tone, but before she could stop you from doing anything, you were already standing beside the booth the man was in. 

The dirty-blonde haired man turns his attention towards the two of you, a worn out expression on his face.

“You seem like you could use this,” you offer him the sandwich with a warm smile on your face, “a young man like you shouldn’t be in such distress, or else you’ll end up with wrinkles like mine,” you try to joke around, an attempt to brighten the mood. 

He lets out a forced chuckle, showing you that despite his down mood, he was still a very polite young man through and through.

“You don’t mind if we…” you stare at the seat across from him, signaling that you were hoping to sit. 

He looks as if he wants to say no, shyly avoiding eye contact for a moment, unsure of how to reject a kind old woman.

“Oh it’s just that um—” but before he could spew out an excuse, you were already making yourself comfortable in the booth, your granddaughter hesitantly sitting in the spot next to him, still giving you the “What are you doing” eyes. 

He feigns an awkward smile, scolding himself for being so timid. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the kind gesture, for any other day he would’ve been more than happy to receive a free BLT sandwich and make conversation with an elder, but tonight … well tonight he just wanted to sulk in his own misery.

“So what is a young man like you doing out here so late at night?” you ask, the closed eye smile on your face causing your wrinkles to protrude. 

He remains silent, unsure of what to respond with, “Was that your girlfriend just now who left?” you boldly ask, the phrase “having a filter” clearly not in your dictionary.

“Grandma!” Jia frantically says, “Sir I’m sorry, we’ll leave now,” she forces an awkward laugh, now getting up from the booth, “she can be a bit pushy—”

“She’s my ex now,” he surprisingly answers, catching not only Jia but himself off guard. 

You on the other hand remain with a warm sympathetic smile on your face. 

Honestly, he wasn’t sure what came over him to be so straightforward. He’d been holding so much in for so long, he figured that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk to a random old lady and her granddaughter for a night. Not like he’d ever see them again, right?

Letting out a bitter scoff directed at himself, he continues, “I broke up with her just now Mrs—”

“Ms. y/l/n,” you correct him, “and this is my granddaughter Jia,” you signal to Jia to sit back down, and she watches the two of you with wary eyes, confused by the sudden conversational exchange between the two of you. 

Hmm, well she did want to know why he broke up with his girlfriend, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just sit and listen for a bit. Shaking his hand, she seats herself once more.

“You don’t seem too happy about your break up, for someone who did the breaking that is…” you lightheartedly comment, secretly analyzing his tense posture. Though relaxing just a bit, it was clear that he still didn’t feel completely comfortable sharing the details of his private life. It wasn’t surprising really, you were nothing more than a stranger. It wasn’t like you expected him to be so open, not right away at least, “you don’t mind me asking why?”

“Because—” he pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words, “we—” he sighs, holding back, “we just weren’t meant to be,” he ultimately says with a small sad smile on his face. 

You stare at him for what feels like an eternity, a frown now on your face.

“And what makes you say that?” you ask. 

He gulps, the intense stare from both you and Jia now making him nervous, “Because she’s destined for greatness,” he longingly states, “and I was nothing more than an obstacle along the way even if she didn’t realize it,” he looks down at the table, “Because all I want in this world is for her to live a long happy life, a life where she can do anything she pleases whenever she wants, without a worry in the world,” he concludes, now sporting a dull expression.

“You—” you clench your teeth, almost looking at him in disgust, “You stupid boy,” you harshly mumble, but still loud enough for both him and Jia to hear.

“Grandma!” Jia’s eyes widen, taken aback by your sudden rude remark, but all you can do is continue to stare at the man in front of you, a pained expression on your face. Almost as if you wanted to cry.

Jimin on the other hand didn’t know what to make of your words. Was he offended? No, not really. Surprised? Couldn’t say he was. Was it deserved? He’d like to think so. “Look—” he’s about to say something until you interrupt him.

“What about you?” you demand pointedly, “Don’t you care about what you want? What about your happiness?” you feel your upper lip tremble along with a rush of emotions that you were sure you hadn’t felt in years. 

Anger. Sadness. Fear. 

Everything you had kept bottled in for so long was beginning to make its appearance all because you witnessed this young man break up with his girlfriend.

“Grandma I think we should g—”

“No,” you firmly state, your voice slightly trembling, “I’m not going to let it happen again, I can’t,” a single tear falls from your face as you come into eye contact with the young man. God, he looked so much like him. 

Wiping the tear away, you quickly compose yourself, “I’m going to tell the two of you a story,” you point towards the boy, “and you better listen good and well,” you turn to your granddaughter, “you too little lady because it’s a lesson that can be learned by anyone.”

Her face twists to one of skepticism, but she silently nods her head, deciding she wasn’t going to push your buttons for she had never seen you act like this before. Jimin does the same as well, now fearing getting on your wrong side.

“Good,” you let out a deep breath of air, unsure of where to start. 

This was the first time in your life that you were telling someone absolutely everything, and never had you imagined it’d be in this exact diner with some random stranger (who you’d just happen to be a first hand witness of his breakup) and your granddaughter. 

But a part of you couldn’t help but think that maybe …just maybe it was meant to be this way. That coming to this diner and witnessing what you’d just seen was the universe’s way of telling you that just because your fate was already sealed, didn’t mean you couldn’t change someone else’s. And so you continue, “So I guess…” you pause, “I guess we should start at the beginning.”

“It was the year 1992, Nirvana had just released their all too famous album ‘Nevermind’ months prior to the new year, marking the first shift that we’d see in pop culture during the 90’s. People my age were beginning to slowly throw away their mousse bottles and bright colored outfits and opting in for a more toned down look of mom-jeans and oversized band shirts.

I had just turned 17 at the time and moved here to the city of Gwacheon because of my dad’s job. You wouldn’t believe me but back then this city we know now was a snooze fest. It was nothing but government official buildings and a vacant town center that played outdated music. 

I remember being so bitter about moving because like any other teen who moved from one city to another, I had just barely begun to make friends in the city before, only to find out I’d have to leave months later.

I remember having a childish frown on my face the whole ride to the new neighborhood, convinced that by having a fit I’d somehow have my way and go back to the city before, but all in all that’s where the story begins…”

“Mom it’s just not fair!” you complain, crossing your arms while leaning your head against the window, watching as the new town you’d have to learn to call home was nearing with every stop, “I was just beginning to get used to that school, I was even supposed to go on a date!”

Sighing, your mom turns from the passenger's seat to face you, a mix of sympathy and annoyance on her face. It’d been over 4 hours already of hearing you complain in the car, and though your dad had learned to mute you out from the driver’s seat, your mom had to endure each and every complaint. 

“Y/N you know your dad’s job requires him to move around from time to time, it’s something out of our control, unless you’re magically going to find him a job out there that pays him as much as his current one then be my guest,” she stares at you knowingly, while you stay silent. 

She furrows her brows once she notices something about your appearance, “And what did I tell you about lining your lips like that? And that thing around your neck you’re wearing, you’re lucky it hasn’t suffocat—”

“It’s called a choker and everyone my age wears them mom,” you roll your eyes, wanting this conversation to be over now, despite it being you who started it, “times are changing meaning fashion is too.”

“I thought you kids liked the whole poofy hair and leg warmers kind of stuff. And that one man who's always on MTV,” she twiddles her fingers, trying to remember his name, “you know the one who danced as a zombie in that one video, how does it go again—” she begins to snap her fingers, humming the tune, “cause this is Thriller,” she sings.

“Michael Jackson mom, Michael Jackson,” you answer in annoyance, how the hell did she not know his name?

“Ahh that’s his name,” she laughs, “I’m sorry I’m not so invested in that kind of stuff like you young people are.”

You roll your eyes at this, “Mom I’m sure even grandma knows who Michael Jackson is, you’re just—” but before you could go on any further, the car suddenly comes to a halt.

“And here we are,” your dad finally speaks, an exhausted sigh coming out of his mouth. 

The moving truck, which was following right behind you guys had made its stop as well and while your parents immediately stepped out the car to begin attending to the family things, you just looked at your new home in a mix of dismay and surprise. It was definitely a nice home, it’s resemblance to the houses around you being a bit uncanny.

Suddenly, interrupting your deep thinking, your car door opens. 

Your mom, who for some reason had a complete 180 turn in attitude, now had an impatient look on her face along with an eyebrow raised. “You’re either going to help your dad take out our things or you’re coming with me to introduce ourselves to the neighbors.”

You stare at her for a moment, thinking to yourself which one you wanted to do. Though still slightly pissed off at your dad for his sudden bomb drop of news that you were all moving, you weren’t exactly in the mood to be social right now, let alone with your new neighbors as it would just ultimately mean having to accept the reality of your situation. “I think I’ll just—”

“Come with me? Great,” your mom answers for you, and you only groan in irritation. You couldn’t say you were shocked as this was only expected from her.

Getting out of the car, you begin to follow her to the next door neighbor’s house on the left side of your new home, your mom having come to the conclusion that the neighbors on the right side must’ve not been home due to the lack of cars in the driveway, “And remember y/n, be nice,” she reminds you, noticing the family SUV parked outside the house, she adds, “and who knows maybe there’s someone your age you can make friends with here.”

You stay silent, not sure if whether finding someone your age living inside the house would be a good or bad thing. 

At your last house, there was a girl your exact same age who despite being a very kind person, was just a little too talkative. You’d often randomly find her in your room after learning that your mom let her in because she thought that “that’s what teen girls like to do right? Gossip and cut up some magazines in their room.” Not only would you find yourself getting migraines all the time but you were just too nice to kick her out.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The muffled sound of what you could only assume were kids running around and things being thrown made you mumble “Oh great,” to yourself. If your mom got friendly with the neighbors like she somehow always did, you’d find yourself babysitting these kids sometime in the future for free. 

Minutes pass and nothing. 

Personally you took that as a sign of ‘do not disturb’ but your mom, being the relentless person she was, knocked one more time.

“Mom clearly they don’t want to—” and of course just as you were about to convince her to leave, the sound of the kids screaming and laughing comes to a sudden halt and the door swings wide open. 

There in front of you stood a middle-aged woman, probably near your mom’s age, who had her hair completely disheveled and one of her kids (a little girl) in her arms while the other (a little boy) gripping onto her right leg like a sloth holding onto a branch.

Despite her stressed appearance, there was still a sense of motherly tidiness to her. “Hello,” your mom greets with a grin on her face, “we just came to introduce ourselves as your new next door neighbors,” she sticks her hand out for the woman to shake, “I’m y/m/n.”

The woman, who looks a bit confused at first, suddenly snaps back to reality with a “Ohh” expression on her face remembering that the house aside from her having its “For Sale” sign removed not too long ago. 

She’s quick to shake your mom’s hand in return, “Kim Yerin,” she smiles, “and these are my twins, Minjun and Yeonha. Say hi you two,” she nudges the little girl in her arms who currently had her head rested on her mother’s shoulder while doing the same to the boy wrapped around her leg.

The two, clearly shy in front of strangers, only stare at the two of you with curious eyes, “And this must be your daughter I assume,” the woman faces her attention towards you, who had just been quietly watching the exchange, and waits for you to introduce yourself.

Your face slightly reddens when you feel your mother nudge you, “Y/N,” your introduction comes out as more of a whisper.

“And how old are you?” she curiously asks.

“Just turned seventeen,” you answer, an awkward smile forming on your face.

And as if a lightbulb suddenly went off on her head, a huge grin appears on her face, “You’re my older sons age,” she chuckles, “I don’t know if he’s come back home yet,” she mumbles looking behind her and your nerves begin to rise as you know what she’s about to do, “Seokjin!” she yells loud enough that her voice echoes across the walls of her home, “Give me a moment,” she flashes you two a smile before slightly closing the door, placing her foot in the ridge in order to create a crack so that it wouldn’t be completely closed. “Seokjin!” she calls for her son again, and soon you hear the sound of feet scuffling down the stairs.

“You and that camcorder, we have guests,” you hear her say.

“Say hiiii,” a voice behind the door says and you soon hear the kids giggle. 

Yerin opens the door all the way once again, and to your surprise you come to face a tall boy with a camcorder blocking most of his face. 

With the lens facing your direction, a whispered “Woah,” then comes out of his mouth. The sound of the lens zooming in causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

“Seokjin,” his mother says more harshly, making him set the camera down and finally reveal his face. And once he did… wow were you surprised. 

Though he was sporting what you considered an outdated mullet, the boy was relatively handsome. Currently dressed in a simple black fitted long sleeve shirt and cuffed blue jeans, the young man stuck his hand out for you to shake, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Seokjin but you can call me Jin for short,” he politely introduces himself.

Awkwardly avoiding eye contact, you return the shake, “Y/N.”

“Seokjin, I was just telling y/n here that you two are the same age, maybe you could show her around school this Monday,” she suggests, and your mom is quick to chime in.

“Maybe he can show her around town right now, I’m sure she’d love that, wouldn’t you y/n? That’s if he can of course,” she adds and your eyes widen at the suggestion. Soon it becomes apparent that both you and Jin are feeling flustered at both your mothers’ intrusiveness.

“I d-d—” you stutter.

“Mom…” he begins, his ears reddening. Unbeknownst to you, you’d soon find out that it was something that only occurred whenever he was nervous.

“I’ll even lend you the car this one time,” his mother says, grabbing the keys from the key rack next to door and handing them to him.

A silence momentarily fills the air, awkwardness seeping deep until Mrs. Kim breaks it, “Well go you two! me and Mrs….”

“Y/L/N,” your mom completes for her.

“Will be here drinking tea inside and waiting for you to return,” she gently pushes Jin, who had just put on his Converse, out the door while your mom begins to make her way inside, “And remember to drive safe Seokjin,” she says for a final time before practically slamming the door shut.

The two of you stand there for what feels like forever, staring at anything but each other’s eyes. 

“Sorry about that, my mom can be a bit… pushy,” he says, and you want to tell him that it's fine, that your mom is exactly the same, but the words can’t seem to come out. “So…” he mumbles, barely audible to the ear, “Where should we go first?” he asks fiddling with keys in his hands, which only causes you to look at him in confusion. Did he forget you weren’t from here?

“Um…” you say, and slowly he fits the puzzle pieces and realizes what exactly he had asked.

“Oh right,” he awkwardly laughs, scratching the back of his neck as a nervous gesture. 

You notice that he’s still holding his camcorder with the other hand, its small red button still glowing, and so out of nowhere you voice the first question that came to your mind.

“Is that thing still recording?” you ask which averts his attention to the grey bulky object in his hand.

“Oh I must’ve forgot to turn it off,” he says, genuinely surprised at his lousy mistake, “My bad,” he adds and you shake your head in a way to say that it was fine. “So … are you hungry?” he kindly asks, and you think to yourself for a moment … the two of you had to go somewhere as it wasn’t like you could just walk right back in and lie.

Gently, you shrug your shoulders, “Yeah I can go for something to eat,” you say, which by now was the longest sentence he’d heard you speak since your introduction to him.

“Great,” he smiles, making his way towards the Hyundai SUV with you following close behind. To your surprise he walks over to your side and opens the door “like a gentleman” before entering the car himself. You mumble a quiet “thank you,” in return.

It’s once he turns on the ignition that you begin to dread the awkwardness inside the car. It wasn’t that you weren’t a social person because truly you were, or at least you always tried to be. You were just never good at initiating conversations first because honestly, who was? The image of your mom immediately came to your mind, but she was different. That lady could spark a conversation with a plant if she really wanted to.

“And here’s the number one song in the country for a third week straight, Emotions by Mariah Carey!” the radio host announces and soon the famous tune begins to play causing Jin to tap his finger against the driving wheel, clearly a fan of the song. 

You on the other hand kept your attention on the view outside, noting how boring this town was. From the dull buildings to the empty streets, everything was just so boring. But you couldn’t complain too much, for in a couple of months from now you’d be well off on your way to a college in the city of Seoul, which even though it wasn’t too far from here, it was still much more populated.

“So y/n,” Jin lowers the music down, “where did you move from?” he asks, an attempt at making conversation while driving.

“Buk district in Busan,” you answer in a short and precise manner.

“Oh…” he simply says, “Did you like it over there?”

The delivery of the question causes you to quietly chuckle to yourself, “Yeah I did,” you smile to yourself remembering the friends you had made over there, but almost immediately you remember that any chance of ever seeing them again was long gone, and a frown soon replaces the small smile.

Jin notices the change in facial expression from you, “Well I’m sure you’ll like it around here,” he attempts to comfort you, “I know things may look a little different, hell maybe even a little boring,” he laughs, “but trust me you’ll learn to love this place,” he flashes you a reassuring smile.

To that you could only feign a look of happiness. Not wanting to be a complete asshole, you try and think of something you could ask him, something to spark a conversation like he was trying to. 

“It’s Jin right… “ you ask, and to that he nods, “um…” you hum, “how old are your siblings?” you stifly ask, adding an extra comment at the end, “I heard them being pretty um … hyper…  before my mom knocked.”

Immediately a smile appears on his face, “Ahh Minjun and Yeonha,” he chuckles, “they’re four but turning five in a couple of months. They’re a handful,” he jokes around, “but we wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says, referring to him and the rest of his family.

“And they’re your only siblings?” 

He nods, shrugging while answering, “Yeah, but I always wanted siblings growing up and so to not only get one but two at the same time was pretty cool,” he glances at you, “what about you?”

You nod your head no, “My mom told me that once she had me and dealt with all the sleepless nights due to me crying all the time, that she knew one was enough,” you manage to joke around, the atmosphere in the car now becoming less tense.

“I think my parents thought the same way, but surprises happen,” he laughs, “I mean it’s probably a good thing that I was pretty old when they were born. It meant an extra set of hands to help around the house especially considering my dad’s always working.” 

And at the mention of his father you couldn’t help but grow a little curious. He was the only person you hadn’t been introduced to and despite Jin’s mother being an overall gorgeous woman, you assumed that Jin must’ve gotten his most prominent features from his dad as his mother didn’t really resemble him.

“What does he work in?” you continue the flow of the conversation.

“He’s a finance manager for one of the many corporation companies you’ll find around here,” and to that he frowns, “I’m assuming your dad must work in a similar field.”

You look at the window again, “Yeah,” you sigh, “so I guess a lot of people around here work in the business field.” 

“I think that’s what causes this place to be a little boring sometimes,” he comments, focusing on the road in front of him, “The lack of creativity,” and by looking at the buildings and overall aura of the town, you understand what he means, “People here already have expectations set on them, and with the pressure of being successful, no one ever really takes the risk of pursuing what they’re really passionate about.”

“Hm,” you hum, unsure of what to add to that, for Jin had hit the nail on its head.

“Butttttt,” he sings, “when you meet people like me you’ll realize not everyone around here is the same,” and with that he piques your curiosity, the car suddenly coming to a halt.

Looking out the window, you notice you’re in front of an old school diner, it’s neon lights currently turned off because of the daylight. Not that it really mattered, as the bright cherry red and blue color painted walls were definitely enough to grab anyone’s attention. 

Through the see through glass you notice a group of guys sitting at one of the booths, staring at the two of you as you both exited the car. A mixture of both excitement (which you assumed was directed at Jin) and confusion (which was probably directed on you) on their faces.

“Come on, follow me,” Jin says, leading you inside to the group of boys who looked around your age. 

They’re quick to greet Jin, practically shouting his name across the diner. It must’ve been a regular occurrence because none of the waiters even turned to focus their attention on them, “Somehow I knew you guys would be here,” Jin teases.

One of the boys rolls their eyes, “So are you going to introduce us to your new lady friend?” he smiles, and immediately the spotlight is set on you, both you and Jin standing in front of their booth.

“Y/N this is Yoongi,” Jin points at the boy who asked the daring question, “This is Taehyung,” he points at the boy next to him, “and finally this is Namjoon,” he points at the final boy across from them, “You guys this is y/n. She just moved here from Busan.”

“Ahh Busan!” the black haired boy, Taehyung, says excitedly, “I once had a pen pal from there,” he trivially says causing the other boys to laugh.

“Ahh Taehyung and his pen pals,” Yoongi shakes his head, tapping the boys shoulders, “And how did that one out of the many turn out?” he asks in a joking manner, only causing Taehyung to pout, knowing Yoongi was teasing him.

“Hmm,” he groaned, “It’s only been a couple of months without a reply, that doesn’t mean we’re not friends anymore!”

“Yeah Yeah Yeah,” Yoongi rolls his eyes again, scooting to the side to make space for you, “Well don’t just stand there, sit,” he lightly teases, and you glance at Jin as if to confirm if it was okay to do so. He smiles at your shyness, confident that you’d get along with his friends just fine, it’d just take some warming up on your part until then. 

Setting his camcorder down on the table, he takes a seat next to Namjoon while you take yours next to Yoongi and Taehyung.

“So y/n,” Namjoon speaks up, “how are you liking it here so far?” But before you can think of a response, Jin answers for you.

“She literally just moved here,” he glances at the clock on the wall, “like an hour ago,” he laughs, “I don’t even think she’s unpacked her stuff.”

“Well don’t expect too much,” Yoongi says, contradicting what Jin had told you earlier, “this place is a snooze fest!” he dramatically adds, only causing Jin to nudge him with his leg from under the table, “Hey it's true, if it weren’t for you guys I’d be dying of boredom all the time.”

“Which is exactly why we need to show y/n the best spots in town to visit and how to have some fun,” Jin declares and to that, the boys shrug, not minding the new addition to their group.

“Well wasn’t that easy,” you think to yourself, it seemed making friends wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be.

“As long as you’re not some kind of party pooper then—”

“Like there's parties in town to even poop at,” Taehyung interrupts causing Yoongi to look at him with a “Huh?” expression making everyone including yourself laugh out loud.

“You do realize it’s not literal—” but before he could continue, Yoongi raises his hand to cover his face, “You and that camera Jin,” and immediately you follow suit, having failed to notice that Jin had turned on his camcorder. Taehyung instead of covering his face, poses by flashing two peace signs, while Namjoon flashed his dimpled smile once the camera was pointed to him.

“Ahh why do you feel the need to record everything?” Yoongi asks, still covering his face.

“You’ll thank me later,” Jin says, “Come on y/n say hiiii,” he begins to near the camera to your face.

“Does he always do this?” you ask his friends around him, and to that they nod.

“He says it’s his practice for becoming a director in the future, but….” Namjoon playfully scoffs, “I don’t see the point in recording absolutely everything.”

“Because I want to make sure when I find the project I want to create, I’ll have all the film I need.” Slowly you take your hands off your face once you notice he wasn’t going to relent anytime soon, “Come on, you know you wanna smileeee,” he sings, and slowly but surely you smile indeed. An awkward one, but a smile nonetheless.

“Well cheers to a new friendship,” Taehyung flashes you his signature boxy smile, raising his milkshake drink in the air, Namjoon and Yoongi imitating the action. You and Seokjin on the other hand create an imaginary motion as if you had drink in your hands, grateful for the blossoming friendship in the making.

“After that first day in Gwacheon, Seokjin along with his friends showed me the best spots in town, whether it was somewhere to eat or somewhere to simply get a good view, they were showing me things that proved the boring town to be different than what it seemed. 

Seokjin would especially be eager to show me his favorite spots, always recording my reactions to first time meals or whenever he’d show me a new location. When I’d ask him why, he’d tell me it was because it was like watching a kid eat candy for the first time.

Soon I’d find myself hanging out with him the most, I’m not sure if it was because we were next door neighbors or maybe it was because he was my first friend here, but it wasn’t like I was complaining. It seemed as if with every time we hung out, I was learning something new about him, never a day too dull…”

“You’re not even blowing into it,” Jin complains, watching as you blew air into the Mario game cartridge, your face getting red at your serious effort, “Let me see,” he says, but to that you stubbornly refuse, continuing to blow heavy puffs of air into it.

For the past hour the two of you had been playing his new Mario game on the Nintendo SNES, but out of nowhere the game completely blacked out. 

Suspecting that there must have been built-up dust in the cartridge, you took it as your responsibility to blow air into it.

“Fine,” you hiss, passing him the game.

“Ah don’t be like that either,” he teases, squeezing your cheek with his hand.

“Hey!” you cry out and he raises his hands to his defense.

“Sorry I can’t help it,” he laughs, “they’re just so…” he pauses, “squeezable?”

You flip him off, only making him laugh even more, “Just fix the game already,” you mumble, not actually offended, but pretending to be which he of course was used to by now.

Knock. Knock.

“Seokjinnieeee!” the sound of his younger sister’s voice, Yeonha, fills the room. Immediately she goes to tackle him, and Jin (pretending that she was stronger than him) playfully throws himself on the floor only causing her to go into a fit of giggles. 

Then out of nowhere you feel tiny arms wrap themselves around your shoulders, “Y/Nieeee,” Minjun blitzes you from behind, a grin now appearing on your face. 

With his arms still wrapped around your shoulders, you get up from the floor and begin to run around the room, pretending to be an airplane soaring across the sky.

“Do that too! Do that too!” Yeonha commands Seokjin, forcibly wrapping her arms around his very broad shoulders. 

And soon the two of you find yourselves going at “war” with one other, purposely missing each other whenever it’d look like you two would crash as a scare effect for the kids.

By the time you two were all done, you were out of breath and completely exhausted. “Again, again, again!” you hear the two kids squeal, but you were just way too tired to go at it a second time.

Feigning a sad expression on your face, you say, “I’m sorry, I have to be back for dinner soon at my house, but next time I see you I promise you we’ll do that again for you guys.”

Both of the kids, with a saddened expression on their faces, simultaneously go “Aww.” but completely understand, knowing you were never one to falsify your promises.

“Wait you do?” Seokjin asks, completely believing your lie. Glaring at him, you wink at him in a knowing way, and though it takes him a while, he quietly says “Ohh.” once he understands. Scratching the back of his neck, he says, “How bout I walk you out haha,” he innocently smiles with his eyes closed.

“Byeeee Y/N,” the kids say, their attention already on something else.

Waving goodbye, you and Jin make your way downstairs, greeted by his mom, who had used to the time that you two spent playing with kids to make dinner, 

“Already leaving Y/N?” she asks when she spots your backpack in your hand, “I made japchae, I’m sure your mom wouldn’t mind you staying for dinner,” she kindly suggests, but you politely nod your head no.

“It’s fine Mrs. Kim,” you say, “I don’t want to lessen the servings any more than I should.”

“You sure I can always—” she’s about to say something until she meets Jin’s expression, which was one of panic. Subtly he was nodding his head in a way to say that she should drop it, not only his ears, but his face becoming red. Softly chuckling to herself, she drops the subject, “Ahh well have a good night y/n.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Kim,” you dismiss yourself, Jin following right behind you as you make your way out the door.

“Whew I sure am tired,” you say once you hear the door behind you close, now standing on his front porch, the sun beginning to set, “We didn’t even get to work on our calculus homework,” you mention, feigning a chuckle. 

Jin shrugs, “I doubt we were gonna work on it either way,” he laughs changing the topic, “So y/n um…” he pauses, feeling a lump in his throat form as he nervously rocked back and forth, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something I just don’t know how you’ll react…”

You look at him with a genuine clueless expression on your face. Moments of silence pass before you respond, “Well go on ahead,” you laugh, “you know you can tell me anything,” you smile at him.

And for a moment it feels as if the words can’t come out, the fear of being denied overwhelming the feeling of hope, “Um well…” he gulps, “you know it’s been a couple of months since you moved here and well…” he avoids eye contact with you, “I feel like I see you all the time…” he continues, and for a small second you become scared … Did you do something? Did he no longer ever wanna see you again? With that thought, you feel your stomach drop, “And well I wanted to tell you that I—”

“Oh y/n honey, you forgot your notebook!” Jin’s mom suddenly opens the door, interrupting the moment and catching the both of you by surprise. 

Jin immediately shoots his mom a “What are you doing?” look, but it seems like she didn’t catch onto it as she continued having a huge smile on her face. Oh what a kind … oblivious … woman she could be sometimes.

“O-oh,” you stutter, still in a state of surprise at her sudden intrusion, “Um thank you Mrs. Kim, um I should get going!” you awkwardly laugh, “Um I’ll see you at school tomorrow Jin!” you wave goodbye, practically running back to your house. The last thing you hear before closing your own door was the sound of Jin groaning, “Moooom!”

“Ah y/n you made it just in time for dinner,” your own mother greets you, “For a moment I thought you’d spend dinner with the Kims’ for another night,” she teases, causing a ferocious blush to appear on your cheeks.

“What makes you say that?” you mumble while avoiding eye contact, only causing her to send you a knowing look.

Deciding she’d play along with your oblivious act this once, she shrugs, “Hmm I don’t know, maybe because there’s a special someone you like in that house of theirs.” 

Your blush deepens.

“Not true,” is all you can muster, “We’re just close friends, that’s all,” you state, but deep down you knew you could only wish for more.

“Mmm well y/n, time is ticking,” she playfully sings, “if you don’t confess soon, who knows when you’ll get the chance once you’re off at college. Just ask your dad, he had to wait 4 years until I came back to our hometown to confess. Isn’t that right y/f/n?” she turns to your dad, who was currently watching Cheers on the television.

Getting up from the couch, he makes his way over to you two, “What’s this about a boy I’m hearing?” he turns on his “Protective Dad” persona.

To that, you roll your eyes, “Dad,” you laugh as he ruffles your hair, placing a kiss to your forehead, “I need to go do my homework,” you announce, needing an excuse to get to your room and out of this conversation.

Your mom narrows her eyes at you, knowing exactly what you were doing but choosing to act dumb about it, “Then what are you doing here young lady, go get to it!” she commands, watching you immediately turn and make your way up the stairs.

“Ah kids these days,” your mom says under her breath, shaking her head in amusement, silently rooting for the two of you.

“I wouldn’t find out that Jin was trying to confess to me that night until a couple of years later in some random conversation, and when I tell you there were several other attempts on both his part and mine to confess, I really mean it. But it was almost as if the universe was waiting for the right moment to let it happen. I just never would’ve thought that the moment would be one so …. unexpected ….”

“So how is he?” you ask Jin’s mother, placing the care basket you made for Jin on his dining table.

“Well you know it is,” she laughs, “no parent really wants to see their kid high off of anesthesia, especially because he’s just been talking complete nonsense for the past hour and refusing to take a nap. But I prefer this than having him walk around with his wisdom teeth aching him.”

You nod your head in understanding, “You don’t mind if I—” and she nods her head yes, understanding what you were insinuating.

“Go for it,” she smiles, “he’ll probably scold me tomorrow for allowing you to see him in that state, but I’m sure he’ll get over it,” she chuckles.

And without a moment of hesitation, you make your way up the stairs and into his room, the first thing you hear is your name being loudly shouted. 

“Y/N!” he slurs out your name, his high pitched laughter following right after. 

A grin immediately appears on your face as you watch the boy who even though was usually in a joking mood most of the time, now had that same mood heightened because of the anesthesia.

You take a seat on the corner of his bed, “How are you feeling Jin?” you ask, genuinely wanting an answer.

He shoots you a toothy grin and gives you not one, but two thumbs up, “I’m feeling amaaaazinnggg,” he sings, “especially now that you’re here,” he dramatically winks.

You feel your face redden, “This is the effects of the anesthesia,” you tell yourself, not allowing yourself to have false hope.

“Y/N Y/N Y/N,” he hums, “you’re so prettyyyyyy,” he stammers his words, his swollen cheeks making it hard to take him seriously.  

“Really? You think?” you go along with him, to which he nods.

“Veryyyyy,” he adds, “too bad I can’t completely see you!” he exclaims, only causing your brow to quirk in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t see you!” he repeats in a sardonic tone, almost as if you were dumb for not understanding. It isn’t until you notice that the bangs of his mullet, which was usually parted, were now prickling at his eyes, probably causing his view of you to be blocked by certain strands of hair.

Laughing to yourself, you grab one of the hairpins you had on and scoot closer to him, carefully clipping his bangs to the side, “Ta da,” you giggle at Jin’s childlike expression, “Now you can see me,” you say.

“Now I can see you,” he repeats in awe, and maybe it was because of the effects of the anesthesia but for some reason you looked much more ethereal than usual. Suddenly, out of nowhere Jin grabs his camera from the bed stand, and you look at him in amazement.

You let out a breath of disbelief, “How is it that even when you’re high off of anesthesia, you still somehow manage to pull out that camera of yours?” you ask him.

“Because y/n, 50 years from now the world needs to know how pretty you areeeee,” he looks at you like a lovestruck fool, his eyes halfway closed as he points the lens in your direction.

“Who would’ve thought that Jin could be such a flirt?” you think to yourself.

“I’m not!” Jin pouts, and it’s only then that you realize you must’ve said the thought out loud, “I’m only flirty with you because I like youuuuu,” he gushes.

“Jin you don’t know what you’re saying,” you blink slowly, not sure whether to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“Oh but I do!” he barks back like a toddler, “I’ve been trying to confess to you for sooooooo long but I get interrupted EACH. AND. EVERY. TIME,” he complains, and suddenly you feel your heart pound ten times faster, an idiotic smile now forming on your face, “like seriously, every time I get the courage to finally fess up, something just has to happen,” he rambles on, now turning off the camera, something you take note of.

Affectionately, you play with some of the strands of his hair from the back, watching him yawn in the process, “Come on silly boy, I think it’s time for you to sleep,” and surely he does in no time, his soft snores filling the room. 

It’s only then that you grab a post-it note from his desk, scribbling something you were sure he’d read the next day. Happily making your way downstairs, excited for what was to come.

That same night when Jin groggily woke up from his nap, he was confused as to why he had a glitter hair pin in his hair, and why his camera had a post-it note attached to it on his wooden desk. Grabbing the camera, he immediately recognized the handwriting.

‘check your footage from yesterday, you can thank me later xx. y/n.’

And it was once he did that he could’ve swore he felt his eyes go as wide as saucers, his mouth gaping completely open. “I-I confessed,” he says to himself, unsure of whether he really believed it or not, “I confessed!” he repeats to himself, this time much more confident and enthusiastic about it.

Deciding he had no time to waste, he quickly ran down his stairs, his mom confusingly staring at him as he began to grab his jacket and shoes, “And where do you think you’re going?” she asks. 

“Mom, I confessed!” he excitedly shouts before slamming the door behind him shut, ready to knock on your door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Oh Jin!” your mother greets him, amused by his swollen right cheek, “What a surprise,” she chuckles.

“Hello Mrs. Y/L/N,” he respectfully greets, “any chance y/n’s here?” he politely asks, hoping you were home.

Based on the excited look on Jin’s face she could only imagine that he had only good news to share, and so she didn’t hesitate to call you down, “Y/N!” she shouts, and as if you were waiting for it, your bedroom door opens without a second even passing. 

Quickly you make your way down, your mom already having a sense as to what was going to happen by the excited expression on both of your faces. Closing the door once you made your way out, she immediately presses her ear against it.

“Y/N,” Jin breathes out, “I-I confe-OW,” he loudly groans, completely forgetting about his mouth still being sore from the procedure, only causing you to laugh. Even now the universe was finding ways to delay the inevitable.

“You confessed,” you instead say for him, and he nods excitedly, holding his mouth in pain. But it’s only then that he realizes … just because he confessed didn’t mean you automatically felt the same way.  

His face reddens. 

Ready to make a dash for it, you grab his hand before he could. A touching smile now on your face, “I like you too,” you say, squeezing his hand in reassurance. And immediately you see the relief wash over him, his tense shoulders relaxing.

“I’d kiss you, but I don’t think I can move my lips,” he manages to mumble out, the sudden jolt of pain minutes earlier now making it hard for him to talk.

You giggle at this, then tippy toeing and placing a peck to his lips, deciding that it’d be enough to satisfy the two of you. And without notice your mom opens the door, making the two of you jump in surprise.

“Awwwww, finally!” she pretends to weep, and you’re quick to furrow your brows.

“Mom!”

“And so that was the exact moment our friendship had officially blossomed into something more… I had officially fallen in love with the boy next door. And so we spent the rest of the school year doing whatever it is high school couples do. The occasional hand holding here and there, the timid kisses, but most importantly… despite there now being a shift in our relationship, we still spoke to one another like the best of friends we were before. Because at the end of the day he was still just the boy next door.

But of course soon we’d find ourselves having to confront the looming topic over our heads … college.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door opens.

“It arrived,” you frantically say to the boy in front of you, an envelope in your hand. He motions for you to come in, his heart now beating as fast as yours.

Sitting down on the dining chair, you watch as he runs up the stairs to his room in order to grab the envelope that had arrived at his house a day prior to yours. 

The sealed envelopes, which read ‘Seoul National University” in a big blue font along with its famous logo stamped onto it were now being held by your guys’ jittery fingers. 

“When are they getting here?” you ask Jin, who had just seated himself.

Glancing at his watch, he answers, “Any second now,” his foot bounces up and down out of nervousness, “I told them to be here an hour earlier than planned because I knew they’d get here late,” he says, patting himself in the back for his trick.

“Well they need to get here faster,” you complain, tapping your nails against the table.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Finally,” you groan, watching the rest of your friends walk into Jin’s kitchen.

“Sorry we caught traffic,” Taehyung lies, munching on his last fry.

You roll your eyes at the poor attempt, ”You’re such a bad liar,” you say, deciding not to press him any further on the issue. “Let’s just get to opening these things.”

The boys nod, taking a final deep breath in, ready to rip open the envelopes. 

“Wait,” Jin suddenly demands, “Let me set the camera,” and immediately he’s met with dramatic eye rolls and groans, but you guys allow him to do so nonetheless. “Okay you guys, remember whatever the results are behind these, we all have to promise ourselves that it won’t change anything. It doesn’t make anyone better than the rest, and we’ll all certainly still be friends in college,” he says and you all nod in agreement, for a moment forgetting that whatever the results were inside your envelopes, you’d all still remain friends no matter what.

“Okay, 1..2...3,” you count down, and at the same time you all pull out your decision letters.

“I got in!” Namjoon yells excitedly.

“Me too!” Taehyung says after him, a grin on his face.

“Holy shit, me too,” Yoongi repeats after him.

“Me as well,” Seokjin says nonchalantly, not exactly caring for his acceptance but more about yours as he immediately turns his attention towards you. 

Having watched you stay up late studying for the entrance exams for the past couple of weeks, he knew just how nervous you were about these letters and as both your boyfriend and your friend, he couldn’t help but root for you much more than himself.

But it’s once he sees the saddened expression on your face that he knows …

“Y/N…” Taehyung whispers in sadness.

“I—” you slouch your shoulders, looking away from their gazes, “I didn’t get in,” you murmur, your voice signaling that you were on the verge of crying. 

Jin is quick to turn off the camera and goes to wrap his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head and softly rubbing your back in an effort to comfort you. He sends a look to the boys as if to say he thinks it’d be best for them to leave, for now at least.

They nod in understanding, beginning to make their way out until they hear you say “Wait!” and at an attempt to ease the tension, you try and hide the sadness in your voice, “Congratulations, truly,” you send them a weak smile before they leave, and they send you a small smile in return, sad that their friend didn’t get into the college of their dreams.

“Hey don’t cry,” Jin comforts you, giving you more pecks on top of your head, feeling his heart swell more and more by the second.

“I thought I worked so hard,” you sniffle, the tears slowly falling down your cheeks.

“Hey don’t say that! You did work hard princess,” he scolds you, pulling you into a tight hug and tipping your chin up so that he could look at you properly, a soft look on his face while he brushed your hair away from your face, “That stupid school doesn’t know what they’re missing out on, you hear me?” He squeezes your cheek when you don’t reply, “Heyyyyyyyy, don’t ignore meeee,” he teases, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

All you can do is roll your eyes once you feel your cheeks get hot, damn him and his everlasting effect on you. “My dad’s going to be so disappointed,” you mumble, already dreading the conversation. The sole reason you even wanted to get into that school was to impress him, to make him feel that he didn’t have to worry about your future.

“No he’s not,” Jin states in confidence, and you look at him in curiosity, “because your dad is nothing like mine,” he jokes, reassuring you, “Because I’m sure that for both your mom and dad, as long as you’re happy and pursuing whatever it is you want to, they’ll be more than happy to support you along the way.”

“You think so?” you ask him, a small pout on your lips.

“Ah I know so princess,” he gives you a small comforting smile, “Come on let’s watch a movie and eat some popcorn before you go home. I just bought Goodfellas on VHS the other day,” he says, leading you to the living room, the heavy feeling that had been weighing down your chest, not so heavy anymore.

“And so that night I told my parents the decision SNU had made, and just like Jin said they were completely supportive, not even the slightest disappointed. Luckily, the college that did accept me was not at all far away from Seoul National University meaning Jin and I did not have to worry about a ‘long distance relationship’ because trust me, a long distance relationship in the 90s was even ten times more harder to manage than how you kids have it today with your phones.

Honestly, our first year in college passed by in the blink of an eye. I’m not sure if it's because I was always with Jin and our group of friends running around in a big old city with so many more different things to explore, but by the time we reached our second year, we were beginning to ask ourselves where time was going by…. “

“Cheers to our first year!” you and the boys lift up your drinks of Soju, clinking the bottles as a way of commemorating your first successful year in college.

Laughter fills the air while you all talk about the good and the bad of college, from the nightmare drunk stories to typing last minute essays on a jammed computer inside the library. “To think we were all panicking about how we’d do,” Yoongi says, shaking his head.

“I know, but now we have to start declaring our majors soon,” Taehyung mentions, “I still don’t know whether I want to major in sociology or psychology…”

“Me neither, I’ve been leaning towards linguistics,” Namjoon adds, “What about you y/n?” he asks you.

You think about it for a moment before answering, “Engineering Physics.”

“Woah,” Namjoon looks at you in shock, “Good luck to you,” he jokingly scoffs.

You shrug, a certain glimmer appearing in your eyes as you make eye contact with him, “Don’t you find it interesting? The possibilities of there being more than one universe out there, different dimensions, hell maybe even a parallel universe!” you say in excitement, clearly passionate about the field, “Namjoon there’s probably hundreds of you who like to pick their nose just like you!” you throw in the playful jab, making him flip you off while the rest of the boys laugh their asses off.

“What about you Jin?” Yoongi asks his longtime friend, who for some reason tonight was quieter than usual, something clearly on his mind.

And as if brought back to reality he looks at all you with a surprised expression, “O-oh,” he stutters, “um Business Administration?” he says, unconvinced of his own answer.

Yoongi nods his head, “As expected, as expected. Business does run in the family,” and though you know Yoongi meant no harm in the comment, you couldn’t help but notice how tense Jin got after hearing it, as if it only further killed his mood.

“Hey,” you softly whisper into his ear, grabbing his attention while Yoongi begins to talk about something else, “everything good?” 

Immediately his expression softens, and he quietly nods yes, not wanting you to worry. But no matter how well Jin thought he was at hiding emotions like sadness or anger from you, any change in his behavior, albeit small or large, was always obvious to you.

Making a mental note to talk to him later, you subtly keep an eye on him for the rest of night, your mind wondering what it could be.

Jin plays with your loose strands of hair while he watches you soundly sleep, your skin warm and slick with the efforts of your earlier endeavors.

It hadn’t been long since he moved into this apartment with Namjoon, and though you weren’t exactly officially living with them, with the number of mornings he’d wake up to having you beside him, he and Namjoon might as well have considered you their third roommate. 

Not like Joon was complaining, the breakfasts he’d wake up to you making completely cancelling out the occasional use of his ear plugs for nights like these…..

Trailing his fingers across your shoulders, he traces the curves of your collarbones, savoring the moment. It wasn’t until he suddenly heard you speak that he realized you weren’t asleep at all, “Can’t sleep?” you ask, opening your eyes.

“Y/N, go to sleep, it’s late,” he mumbles in the darkness.

Ignoring him, you move to make yourself more comfortable, “Something’s bothering you,” you simply state, and that he can’t deny.

“Y/N... “ he’s about to begin, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Seokjin,” you say his full name, something you’d rarely done since you met him, “you know you can tell me,” you reassure, squeezing his hand, “it’s my job to listen,” you add for extra comfort.

And for a moment he looks as if he’s contemplating something, not really accustomed to being the one talking. 

Especially because if you were to ask anyone who’s ever known Jin, then they’d tell you they’d almost never seen the man in a bad nor sad mood. 

Because for the sake of others, Jin had always been the one to remain cheerful when things were bad, the one to crack jokes even whenever he felt down, the one who liked imitating Mariah Carey’s whistle notes in the car while driving, the person everyone could always rely on whether it be for laughs, advice, or just anything. 

It was just who Jin was as a person.

He sighs once he’s made his decision to tell you, “You know how we were talking about declaring majors and stuff tonight?” 

Silently, you nod your head, and he sighs again, “Well I was thinking about something the other day…” he pauses, shifting his body to the side, leaning his head against his hand and now completely facing you, “Remember that first conversation we had in my mom’s car the day you moved into town, when I was taking you to diner?” He asks the rhetorical question, continuing with his thoughts, “How I said that people usually have expectations already set on them and with the pressure of being successful, no one ever truly takes the risk of pursuing what they’re passionate about?”

You nod again, wondering where this was going.

“It wasn’t until earlier this month when I revisited that conversation in the midst of everyone talking about declaring majors and their future careers that I realized that really I was just talking about myself,” he sighs, and suddenly everything becomes clearer to you, and a look of understanding becomes apparent on your face.  

He gulps before continuing, “For so long I’ve been so scared to seriously pursue directing and the world of entertainment all because of my fear of disappointing my dad because Yoongi’s right … business does run in my family and I don’t know if it’s cause I’m the oldest but there’s always been an expectation set on me. An expectation to be the best. An expectation to be successful.”

Slowly, you begin to run your hands through his hair, allowing him to talk as much as he wanted because you knew this was one of the very rare moments that he was going voice everything he had been thinking for so long.

“And so when I hear people like you or Taehyung or even just classmates talk so passionately about what they wanna do in the future I can’t help but wish I had that same courage to to pursue what I want. I mean hell, look at Yoongi pursuing a career in music and producing. I like business, I do, but it’s just not for me, and now just like how you and the rest of the boys are pursuing your dreams, I wanna pursue mine, no matter what it takes. For the first time in my life I want to be 100% selfish, I want to choose me.”

He remains silent after finishing his little speech, a signal that he now wanted your input. He needed to hear something, anything, for he was tired of bearing the weight of his worries by himself.

Gathering your thoughts, you give him a kiss to the lips before continuing, your heart swelling for the man in front of you, “Jin if you want to pursue your dreams then do it,” you grab his hand and kiss his knuckle, “Because I’m just as sure you’ll be successful in the future, plus it’s better to live a life without regrets than with…” you pause, “But I also don’t think it’d be right if I wasn’t rational with you. You’re gonna have to tell your parents, and it’s also important to know that like any other career there is a risk of not making it because at the end of the day that’s how life works and sometimes things are just out of our control… but the real question is if you’re willing to accept it if it happens…”

Jin breaks away his eye contact with you, your words sadly ringing true, “Hey,” you turn his head with your hand in order to have him face you again, now resting your hand on his cheek, “Everything will be okay,” you reassure, “I’ll be with you every step of the way,” you kiss his other cheek. 

To that, he smiles.

“Tomorrow,” he randomly says, only causing you to be confused until he continues, “Tomorrow I’m going home and telling my parents what I wanna do. And you’re coming with me… for moral support that is,” he shoots you a grin, and for a moment your eyes are wide in surprise because well… you certainly weren’t expecting him to do it so soon, “Please?” he pouts, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Like you have to ask,” you say, tightly wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck, a good night’s sleep following soon after.

“If only we had known things weren’t going to go down as smoothly as we thought it was…”

“Dad you don’t get it…” Jin pushes his hair back with his hand, a sign that he was stressed.

His dad scoffs, “What’s there not to get? You’re choosing something that’s a complete risk over something that has a future, a guaranteed solid one at that. Let’s be feasible here Seokjin...”

Silently you watch the exchange between father and son. Yeah, the two of you knew that there’d be some backlash to Jin’s decision from his parents (if not only his father) but to be here for over 3 hours now, watching the two go back and forth wasn’t what anyone had expected. Neither side relenting on why the other was wrong. But time was ticking, and soon one would pop, you just hadn’t expected it to be Jin first.

“I just can’t dad!” he shouts, interrupting his dad, his voice echoing across the walls. Momentary silence followed, enough to hear a pin drop fall, “I-I just can’t,” Jin’s voice breaks, his eyes desperately pleading for his dad to just once in his life understand.

A scornful laugh comes out of his dad’s mouth before he exhales a big deep breath, “Okay,” he monotonously states, and for a moment a flicker of hope appears in both Jin’s and your eyes, but as fast as it came, it left even quicker, “You can pursue your little venture into the world or entertainment and directing, but just know I never agreed to paying for a degree in Film, I agreed to one in Business. And so if you really want it that bad, it’s coming out of your pocket,”he declares, shocking everyone in the room. 

“Sungjin,” Jin’s mother, who had only watched the exchange like you the whole time, finally speaks up, in just as much as shock as you and Jin. Paying for college out of his pocket? That was almost impossible.

Jin’s father raises his hand, as if to let him continue, “Be grateful I’m still agreeing to pay for that apartment of yours, I’m not cruel enough to let my own son jump from place to place.”

Jin shakes his head, “No,” he says, and you look at him confused, “I’ll pay for my own apartment as well as everything else you help pay for,” with a hardened scowl now on his face he continues, “and I’ll prove you wrong,” he declares. 

His father could only look at him with skepticism until his own expression followed his son’s. The two really were two sides of the same coin.

“Come on y/n let’s go,” he scoffs, getting up from his chair and going to kiss his mom on the cheek, you politely (but also awkwardly) dismiss yourself, following him outside and into his car.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you finally ask, one of the many questions you had running in your head, “and how the hell do you plan on paying for everything out of your own pocket?”

“Because y/n,” he runs his hand through his hair, turning on the car in order to let the ignition warm up, “I want to prove him wrong,” he repeats his reasoning from earlier, shrugging his shoulders in the process, “I’ll just pick up extra hours at work, holiday season is starting soon and my manager being the lazy man he is would rather overwork an employee aka me than hire someone new.”

You pout, “Does that mean no more movie nights?” you whine, making him laugh.

“We’ll still have them princess,” he gives you a peck on the cheek, “Just not as frequent that’s all,” he then follows the kiss with a squeeze on the cheek, “meaning we have to savor them more,” he concludes, the two of you well on your way home, a happy couple once in love.

“This …. This is where our story slowly begins to take a bit of shift. It’s where the bright flowers we once held onto so tightly begin to slowly wilt when faced with the real world, where destiny and fate cross roads, creating and molding choices both within and out of our control…”

“Place your tassels to the left...” the students in the arena follow the command. “and congratulations to the new class of 1996!” the chancellor of SNU announces, and soon the sight of graduation caps being thrown left and right follows. 

You feel your throat go sore from the amount of cheering you’re doing on the stands, watching as Jin and your group of friends hug in celebration, following with excited waves directed towards you and Jin’s mother along with his siblings.

Jin’s father, who claimed he was too busy with work, wasn’t able to make it, not that it was much of a surprise to anyone. Ever since Jin declared his financial independence from his dad, their relationship wasn’t exactly a favorable one, not that there was ever much to work with. 

But in the end Jin understood his father and he understood why he couldn’t be supportive because like any other parent all Jin’s father wanted was to ensure Jin lived a successful life where he wouldn’t have to worry about finances and whether there’d be food on the table albeit it be for only himself or his future family.

The class song, “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey begins to play, and you feel your stomach cramp at laughing so hard because of Jin’s sudden dancing, the boys soon following his movements. You really had to take him to a Mariah Carey concert soon.

“Let’s go meet them in the parking lot,” Jin’s mother shouts over the chaos of people leaving the bleacher stands.

You nod, following her lead, all while helping Minjun and Yeonha (who were now 10) not get lost in the crowd. Once you make it to the parking lot, you find Jin, who had made it there before you all, and immediately you run to hug him, his siblings following suit.

His mom who's holding his famous old camcorder, records the moment, but once Jin spots it, he’s quick to cover his face by nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “How is it that the person always recording things, hates being recorded?” you chuckle, trying to push him off so that he’d have no choice but to be recorded.

“Mm don’t forget being pictured,” he mumbles, maneuvering you in a way that he could reach the camera in his mom’s hands, tackle her into a big hug and successfully get her to turn off the camera.

“Congratulations my Seokjin,” his mom kisses his cheek, ruffling his hair like she did when he was a kid. 

Jin, who ditched the mullet about two years ago, now sported a more clean cut look, resembling a comma in the front while still a little lengthy from the sides. In a way it made him look a bit more youthful, not that he had to worry, for that man truly did not age. You were sure that even now at 21 years of age, Jin was going to look like this for the rest of his life because 4 years ago at age of 17 he looked exactly the same. You could only hope your own genes did the same.

“Thanks mom,” he smiled.

“Now for a picture,” she said while pulling out a Kodak disposable camera from her purse, but before she could even attempt at taking a picture, Jin was already getting into his car.

“Ahh later mom, let’s just go eat for now,” he announces, “The graduation boy is really hungry,” he gives her the puppy dog eyes before entering the car.

She rolls her eyes, “Fine. We’ll meet you two over there,” she says, “Come on you two,” she motions to the two twins to follow her back to her car.

“I still can’t believe you wanna drive all the way out to that old diner in Gwacheon as a way of celebrating your graduation,” you say as Jin reverses out of his parking spot, one hand on the steering wheel while the rest of his body was turned to make sure that no cars were passing.

Once he was safely out of the parking lot, he then replies, “Because y/n, there’s nothing better than a nice BLT sandwich on a Saturday night, don’t you think?”

“They’re not even all that—” you’re about to lecture him until he interrupts.

“Ah Ah ah, I’m the graduation boy,” he pouts while driving, “We went all the way to Itaewon to try that Italian food you wanted so bad when it was your graduation day, and you didn’t hear me complain.”

You narrow your eyes at him, damn him …

“Mm,” you mumble.

“Oh I love this song!” Jin, with his right hand, turns up the volume to the radio, “Californiaaaa loveeee,” he repeats after the robot, the music now blasting in the background as he gets on the highway, now on your way back home.

“Passing” you the imaginary mic in his hand, he expects you to sing with him and for a moment you stare at him with a deadpan look until of course you smile at his foolishness, “California knows how to party,” you sing, passing him the “mic”.

“In the cityyyyy of LA,” he continues along, and it goes like this the whole car ride. The two of you going back and forth singing songs from famous artists such as the Backstreet Boys, Boyz II Men, Radiohead, Nirvana, and of course Jin’s favorite, Miss Mariah Carey.

And just like that the day goes by in the blink of an eye, from eating at the diner with his mom and siblings, to visiting your parents until finally the two of you found yourselves sitting on your porch just like the good old days. 

Resting your head against his shoulder, both of you stare at the sky above in silence, the stars out and shining bright tonight.

“We really graduated,” you say in disbelief, breaking the silence. Jin turns his attention to you, a small smile on his face.

“Crazy huh?” he interlocks his hand with yours, kissing the knuckles of it, “Time went by in the blink of an eye, and now we’re officially in the real world. Nothing but a tiny speck in such a large universe, almost like the stars,” he chuckles looking back up to the sky, and you gaze at him with a soft look in your eyes. If only he knew how much brighter he shined compared to them. 

“Jin…” you randomly say, “I love you,” and though he’s heard it come out of your mouth many many times before tonight, each and every time he did hear it, his heart swelled the same as the first.

Unlocking his hand from yours, he instead wraps his arm across your shoulder, gently bringing you closer to him, enough that you could even hear the sound of his heart beating. Something that not even a video camera could capture. This was a memory you two would just have to remember on your own when you are both old and grey.

“I love you too princess,” he whispers, “I love you too,” he repeats to himself, “You know, I’ve been thinking these days about our future...” you look up at him from your position, childlike curiosity now shown across your face, “I feel like since we’ve always lived moment to moment since we’ve met, I’ve never really asked you…” he pauses debating whether to ask, “what kind of future do you want?”

Softly chucking, you shrug, “You really wanna hear it?” you ask, and he furrows his brows, almost offended you’d even ask, but rather than scold you he simply nods, “Hmm..” you think for a moment, “I picture us both having successful careers and living in the big city while we’re at our peak, getting married on a whim and occasionally traveling the world in search of an adventure,” you pause, “but when the time comes to finally relax, then I’d want to move back here, to where it’s calm and quiet, buy ourselves a house and maybe we’d even have a kid, just one though,” you emphasize.

He arches his brow, “Just one?” he asks.

You nod your head, “After babysitting your siblings, yes, just one,” you repeat with laughter and he himself can’t help but laugh, “I think a girl preferably, but I wouldn’t be mad at a boy, They would probably take after you in looks,” you add, nudging his shoulder. 

He blushes for a moment, before faking smugness and winking at you.  

You laugh at his confidence before continuing, “And we’d show them the different places this town has just like how you showed me, enough that they’d want to stay here when they’re older,” Jin notices how your eyes glisten as you talk of a time that felt so far away, “And we’d be a small little happy family, supporting whatever it is that their dream will be. And then we’d grow old and grey, maybe have a couple of grandkids running around, and we’d simply be proud of the life we’ve built together—”

And before you could continue on any further, the feeling of his soft lips placed against yours interrupts you, nothing but passion exchanged in the kiss. It isn’t until you’re both out of breath that you break away, Jin immediately framing his hands over your cheeks, “Promise me?” he asks, and you wrinkle in confusion, “Promise me you’ll live a life you’re proud of?”

“As long as you do the same,” you softly answer in return, and silently he nods, “then let’s do it.”

“If only I knew … If only he had been honest with me that night then maybe things could’ve been talked about right then and there before it got out of control…”

Jin crumples the rejection letter and throws it in the trash, frustrated by yet another rejection letter from a directing internship. Tonight he was visiting his parents for dinner while you were out of town on a trip to Busan with some college friends you’d met your freshman year. Taking the opportunity of being by himself in your guys’ apartment, he shredded the number of rejection letters he’d received from several programs in the past couple of months. Too ashamed to show you them.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t but feel frustrated. It’d been a year since the two of you had graduated college, and while your career in engineering physics was going great, he couldn’t say the same about his career in directing. Of course when you’d ask how everything was going, he’d feign a smile and say he was still waiting to hear back, guilty that he was incapable of telling you the truth.  

Fixing the yellow unbuttoned dress shirt he was wearing over his plain white t-shirt and striped vest, he combs a hand through his hair one last time before leaving, feeling as if his head was about to explode.

“I made Naengmyun, your favorite,” Jin’s mother sets the bowl of noodles down along with several other sides, making sure her oldest son was eating good tonight. She was also trying to mitigate the awkwardness that was in the air tonight, this being one of the very rare occasions Jin and his father spent time together. Over the last year, things still were still stiff between the two, Jin’s father still clearly not accepting of his career choice.

Jin, who didn’t have much of an appetite, stirred with his noodles, hoping his mother wouldn’t notice.

“So Seokjin…” his mothers begins once she seats herself, “how’s everything been going so far?” she asks, genuinely wanting to know what her son has been up to these days.

Jin, trying not to look too uninterested, gives a simple response, “Um it’s been going good,” he casually says.

She nods, “What about y/n?” she asks, always interested in hearing about you.

At this question, Jin seems to perk up more, this change in behavior not going unnoticed by someone else at the table, “Great,” he says, “she’s currently working at a paid internship for some technical writing company that specializes in space and astronomy,” he continues on, “she really seems to love it.” 

A smile appears on his mother’s face, happy to know that you were doing great. 

“But what about you?” the voice across the table suddenly asks, and Jin is met with the glare of his father, “you seem to have so much to say about y/n, but so little about yourself,” his dad comments, and Jin could physically feel his stomach drop, his words reminding him of what he just shredded at home not too long ago.

“What do you want me to say?” Jin asks, hiding his nervousness through a monotone voice.

His dad scoffs, “That you’re doing something with your life,” he says a little too harshly, “that you’re not living in the shadow of your girlfriend.”

“Sungj—”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jin sneers in the same amount of attitude his dad had.

“Seokjin!” his mother shouts, “That’s your father you're speaking to,” she reminds him, believing that the practice of respect should still be something upheld no matter what, “Kids, go to your room,” she tells the twins, and without question they do.

Jin quickly calms himself down, just wanting to leave before this escalated any more, “It means that I told you that business was the way to go, but no you were so adamant on proving me wrong and pursuing your dreams that now you can’t even guarantee yourself an independent future!” his dad spat in return, his voice now raising with every sentence . The bottled feelings from years ago now spilling out... rapidly at that.

“Why is it that with you it’s always business, business, business?” Jin throws his hands in the air, “I mean really that’s all I’ve ever heard from you growing up! Jin you need to be like this, Jin you need to make sure you do this, Jin I need this from you,” he mocks his dad, “I mean really is that all you care about dad? Meeting your expectations? Following your footsteps?”

“I do it because you’re my son Seokjin! My son, who I thought I raised to think critically, to strive for success—”

“You think I’m not trying?” Seokjin shouts, his voice turning hoarse at the end, “You think I wanted to fail? To have to come to the realization that—” he stutters, “that shit’s not going how I planned it?” Jin’s mother feels her eyes brim with tears, “That while my long time girlfriend is on her way to becoming a star in her field that I’m stuck waiting tables with a useless degree in my pocket! Is that what you want me to say, dad? Is that it?”

He remains silent.

“You think I don’t know that I’ve made a mistake? That I don’t wake up with the dread of knowing that I’m not at all good for her? That while she could be with someone who makes just as much money as she does and actually provides for her, she decides to stick with me? The person who can hardly offer her anything?” rather than feeling a weight come off his shoulders, Jin feels an extra burden get added on, almost feeling suffocated.

“Well then I’m sorry dad! I’m sorry I couldn’t be the magnificent first born son you wanted!” by now tears are spilling out of Jin’s eyes in such a rapid pace that his vision blurs.

All his father can do is stare at him, unsure of what to say or do.

Growing up Jin’s father wasn’t much of an affectionate parent, that role being filled more by his mother than his dad. If anything his father usually kept more of a reserved and stoic personality, his love language shown by the long nights of work he puts in for his family at the office and the constant pushing for success. And so here in this moment, to have his oldest son who he’d push to his complete limit cry his heart out in front of him, probably in desperate need of a hug, Sungjin just couldn’t bring himself to comfort him.

And so instead he simply said, “Goodnight Seokjin,” in the softest voice possible, before making his way upstairs to his bedroom, leaving the words he so desperately wanted to say unsaid.

Jin feels the arms of his mother hug him, her eyes as teary stained as his, “Ah Seokjin,” her voice breaks as she attempts to comfort him.

“I—” Jin hesitates, “I need to go back home mom,” and gently he breaks away from the hug.

“Seokjin…” his mother worries, “Just stay here for the night, I’ll grab your old sheets from the closet and—”

“Mom,” he simply says, a way of finalizing his decision

Knowing she wasn’t going to be able to convince him, she squeezes his shoulder in an effort to comfort him, “Drive safe,” she says.

He nods, just wanting to go home and sleep the night away.

Unlocking the door to your guys’ apartment, Jin was surprised to see you in the kitchen making ramen, your packed bags laid across the couch. 

Having heard the door open, you turn to face him, “Hey—” and almost immediately your expression goes from one of happiness to one of concern. Quickly you rush towards him, his puffy eyes telling you that he’d been crying, “Hey, what’s wrong?” you raise your hand to cup his cheek.

Jin simply stares at you with a saddened look, unsure of what to say. “Hey, I’ve realized tonight after an argument with my father that I’m a complete utter failure, and you have no chance at a happy future by being with me.” Is that what he should say? It was the truth, wasn’t it?

“It’s—” he pauses, “It’s nothing,” he lowers your hand from his face, taking off his shoes and setting his keys down.

“Seokjin—”

“Y/N, it’s nothing,” he repeats, his way of telling you that he was serious, “I’m going to bed,” he exhales a deep sigh, making his way towards the bedroom, leaving you standing in the living room by yourself, wondering what in the hell just happened?

The next morning, as per usual Jin awoke to an empty bed, your Monday’s usually having you go in very early in the morning. 

Jin groaned as he got up, remembering that today was his day off. God, did he just wanna stay in bed all day, but remembering that the two of you were running low on groceries, he thought might as well make himself useful and do the buying for the week.

Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, he noticed the strands of his hair he once kept short now getting longer, resembling the mullet he used to have when he was a teen. Not that he hated it or anything, but it was an odd sight to see, and so he grabbed his hair cutting scissors from the cabinet and began to unevenly chop the long strands of hair ultimately resulting in a chopped banged look. To make it look more natural, he ruffled his hair at the end, not bothering to style it.

After that he changed into casual clothing and made his way to the grocery store, relying on nothing but his pure memory for the things he needed to buy. 

Humming while pushing the cart full of groceries back to his car, he stops when something catches his eye. 

Across the street was the headquarters of one of the internships he had applied for. And maybe it was due to the argument he had with his dad the day before, or the fact that he’d been feeling like a complete utter failure recently, but getting into his car, Jin couldn’t bring himself to drive away and go back home. Instead he got out of the car and began to walk across the street, unsure of what it was he was planning to do.

Ding. Ding.

Jin rings the service bell, that impulsive courageous feeling he felt earlier suddenly abandoning him.

A man, who looked like he was near Jin’s age, walks out of the back office, a tag that read the name “Jungkook” pinned on the left side of his chest, “Hello, how can I help you?” he greets, a small smile on his face.

“Oh um—” Jin becomes flustered, but deciding that there was no backing down he continued on, “I sent in an application here a couple of months ago and I haven’t heard back from anyone, so I was just wondering—”

Jungkook’s face becomes one of nervousness, “Oh I’m sorry sir—” he tries to interrupt but Jin relents.

“If there’d been some kind of delay in the process, and well if there has been, if I could talk to someone because I really need—”

“Sir,” Jungkook repeats, this time halting Jin from continuing, “that position you’re talking about was filled months ago,” he practically whispers with a look of both awkwardness and pity on his face, “maybe your letter got lost in the mail, but there’s not really much you can do by coming in here.”

Jin, clearly in denial, nods his head no, “Please,” he pleads, “I just need to talk to someone for like ten minutes at most, I swear.”

“Sir—”

“Can’t you write down my number or something? Pass it on at least?!”

Jungkook can only stare at the frantic man, unsure of what to say or do, “I-” he stutters, “I can’t,” he ultimately says, not wanting to give this man false hope nor waste his time by writing his name and number down, “I’m gonna have to call security if you don’t leave,” he says, voice wobbling. 

It’s only then that Jin realizes how crazy he must’ve looked. Not only was he in casual clothing, but his hair was all messy and he was sure his eyes must’ve been dilated in cause of his desperation.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” he whispers under his breath, hastily making his way out. 

What was he thinking? Barging in and demanding things like that…. God he was losing it. Though he knew better than to let his dad’s words get to him, for some reason they were just eating at him.

“... it’s also important to know that like any other career there is a risk of not making it because at the end of the day that’s how life works and sometimes things are just out of our control… but the real question is if you’re willing to accept it if it happens…”

Your words from years ago ring in his head, and he shakes his head in denial. No he wasn’t … he wasn’t willing to accept it and he knew he’d only continue looking like a fool if he didn’t. But he just couldn’t. Because fully accepting it would mean he’d let you down. That the person you said you were sure was going to make it, was nothing but a failure.

And so he walks back to his car, dreadfully going back home, forgetting the words you spoke after. 

That everything would be okay, and that you’d be with him every step of the way.

“Since the day Jin and I had met, we had never seriously fought over anything, yeah, we’d occasionally get into a petty quarrel, but never enough to really get us truly mad. Things like which character in a movie was morally correct, or who ate the leftovers from the night before were as heated as our arguments ever got, and even then we’d always forgive each other after a couple of hours of cooling off, but this time… this time it was different. This time it was serious.”

Opening the door, Jin sighed as set down the bagged groceries on the floor, mentally and physically exhausted from everything, personally declaring to himself that this week was just a really bad week for him. 

Taking off his shoes, he began to make his way into the kitchen, deciding that maybe a cold cup of water would relax him. 

But when he was met with you, sitting on the kitchen isle’s chair with several shredded pieces of paper on the surface of the isle in front of you, along with an unshredded one in your hand, he was sure he wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear.

The look on your face said everything, it was a mixture of betrayal, anger, and sadness all in one. The two of you stared at each other for the longest, words not having to be exchanged in order to understand what was going on, until finally you break the silence and it’s what you ask that Jin swore he felt his soul go cold, “W-Why?” is all you say, your voice weak and fragile.

He gulps down the lump in his throat, the words barely managing to come out of his mouth, “Because y/n I just—” he pauses, unsure of what to say, “I just couldn’t tell you,” he ultimately says, pushing his hair back with his hand.

“But why?” you repeat the same question from before, your voice now growing louder as you get up from the seat, “I just don’t understand,” you add because no, you weren’t angry, you weren’t sad … you were hurt. You were concerned. You were worried. For you had just found out that the man you loved more than anything went to this extent to hide something from you. To hide something so … trivial.

Tears well up in your eyes when you notice the glossiness in his own eyes, “You—” his voice cracks, “You wouldn’t get it,” he states, and this causes you to get defensive.

“I’m sure I would, if you’d just talk to me,” you barked back, coming closer to him, “Whatever it was, it should’ve never resorted to this!” you flail the paper in your hands around. 

You don’t mean to yell, but you do. It was frustration that was coming out of your mouth, he had to understand that … right? 

Sighing you continue, “Today at work I just couldn’t focus, not when I knew there was something seriously bothering you,” you explain how you’d come to find the paper along with the rest of it’s shredded companions, “So I asked if I could leave early, thinking that since you had the day off I could maybe possibly get whatever it was out of you. Of course seeing that you weren’t here, I did some snooping of my own and well…” you shake your head.

“You’ve been lying to me for months Seokjin…. each time I’d ask you if you’d heard anything you’d say no, knowing you had … and for what? Because you didn’t wanna show me that you got rejected?” you sigh in dismay because despite him not answering you, you knew exactly why he didn’t tell you anything, “I would’ve helped you, you know? We could’ve worked on your resume or make a better project to show, I could’ve helped,” you grab his hand, a way of wanting to show that even now you were still beside him, “Say something Jin,” your voice breaks.  

“You don’t—” he looks down at you, “You don’t get it y/n,” he monotonously repeats, removing your hand from his and walking towards the bedroom, a tired expression on his face. 

He could feel it… he could feel himself cracking. With every minute that continued to pass in this wretched day, the selfless Jin everyone knew and loved was reaching his breaking point and the last person he wanted to take it out on was you. But you just kept pushing.

“Seokjin!” you force him to turn around by pulling at his hand, “Just talk to me!” you demand.

“And say what!” he finally screams, “What do you want me to say y/n?!” he cries out, tears spewing out of his eyes, “That I completely failed at my dream? That my dad was right, and that film was nothing but a mistake? That I could be working at some fancy company that pays a decent salary rather than relying on tips from a hard day’s work? That when I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing but a failure!”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” you demand.

“It’s true isn’t it?” he questions, “Can’t you see that I’m not the person you think I am, that you’ve wasted your time being with some—”

“Just shut up already,” you grit your teeth, “... can’t you see I don’t care? I don’t care if you’re the richest or poorest man on Earth, I don’t care if your dad thinks that your career path is wrong, I don’t care if you or other people think you don’t deserve what you have, I just don’t care! What I do care about is your happiness and that shouldn’t rely on meeting other people’s expectations, including my own Seokjin. Because trust me, as long as I’m with you, I’m the happiest girl in the world. I promise you, if there’s one thing that’s true in this world, it’s that,” you lay your heart bare.

By now the both of you are crying, tears silently rolling down from the corners of each other's eyes. 

It hurt to see Jin think so lowly of himself, especially when you knew just how much of an amazing person he was.

“Y/N…” he whispers your name as softly as he can, “I’m just really tired, and I just really wanna go to sleep,” his voice breaks.

“Seokjin—”

“Please?” he frowns, his eyes yearning to be closed.

“I’ll—” you pause for a moment, “I’ll see you in bed then,” you ultimately say, sadness looming in the air for the words unsaid.

Silently nodding, Jin makes his way to the bedroom, gently shutting the door behind him and exhaling a deep breath of air, silent muffled sobs finally escaping. A decision already set in his mind.

“A part of me used to think that I should’ve immediately went to bed that night, that then I would’ve caught him crying and maybe we could’ve thoroughly talked everything out that night, but then I think about all of the events that later happened after that night, and that’s when I understand that maybe we were doomed from the beginning…”

It had been a couple of weeks since the argument with Jin and though your interactions were still a little stiff with one another, you were still hopeful that things would get better. They had to.

Sighing, you unlock the door to your apartment, ready to take a nap after a long day of work. Kicking off your shoes, you say something outloud, assuming that Jin was in the kitchen like he usually was whenever you’d come back from work, “Jin take out the kimchi from the fridge for me please,” your voice weirdly echoes across the room, changing your course of direction from the bathroom to the kitchen.

“Jin?” you ask to an empty kitchen, “Hm,” you hum to yourself, maybe he was in the bedroom …

Walking inside, you see that he isn’t there, but what you do notice is the sudden emptiness of the room. The clothes he’d have thrown around no longer scattered around the room, and his little Mario figurines were no longer on the wooden shelf you two had built from scratch …. What in the hell was going on?

“Seokjin?” you shout again, hoping this was some kind of stupid prank on his part. 

In a panicked manner, you look inside every possible room in the apartment, from the closets to the restroom, Jin being nowhere to be found. It isn’t until you do a second search of the kitchen that you notice that there was a note on the floor (most likely accidentally falling to the floor earlier).

Eyebrows furrowing when you read the note, you immediately grab your keys, shock and anger acting as your driving force.

“Right when I left, it began to rain heavy... It’s weird … I remember driving with such a rage that night I was sure I was driving recklessly… but for some reason, as ironic as it was, there was an artist playing on the radio that must’ve kept me at bay, Mariah Carey singing Without You …”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door opens.

“Ah Y/N,” Mrs. Kim greets you, her apron from either cooking or baking still on, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in such a long time,” she chuckles, hugging you in the process. Despite your current dilemma, you feign a smile, not wanting to be disrespectful even if you were in a horrible mood. “Is Seokjin with you?” she genuinely asks, and this causes your expression to be one of shock.

He wasn’t here? Then where the hell was he?

“O-oh no,” you stutter, partially due to the freezing weather, “I thought he was here...” you say, and his mother’s face immediately becomes one of concern.

“No...” she hesitantly says, clearly confused, “Not that I know of,” she furrows her brows, “Oh honey, you’re soaking, come in, come in,” she insists, “maybe we can try calling his job using the house phone,” she begins to ramble, but you stop yourself before completely entering, a sudden thought crossing your mind.

“A-a-actually it’s fine,” you say, “I think I know where he is.”  

She tilts her head in confusion, “Are you sure? The rain is only getting heavier, and I’m sure neither Seokjin or your parents would want you driving in these conditions,” she says, noting the dull look in your eyes. You appreciated her concern, for you knew she loved you in her own special way, always imagining that you’d one day be her future daughter in law.

It was only expected really, you’d been in Jin’s life for almost 7 years now, both she and your mom always glancing at your ring finger whenever you’d visit, itching to see it decorated by a piece of jewelry. 

If only Ms. Kim knew that that dream was slowly slipping away from your grasp at this current moment …

“Yes I’m sure Mrs. Kim,” you finally respond, “Don’t worry, I’ll drive safe,” you try to say as lightheartedly as possible.

Hesitantly, she nods, allowing you to leave.

“When Mrs. Kim had offered me to come inside, something had hit me out of nowhere and I remembered that it was raining. Pouring in fact. And my mind suddenly went back to the days when we were 17, remembering how he’d knock on my door with a bag of takeout after coming back from the one place you could always find him at on a rainy day… the diner. ”

Water is dripping from all over your body when you enter the diner, from your hair to your clothes, you were drenched in mother nature’s tears. The only thing that wasn’t completely soaking wet was the note in your hand, the one you slammed on the booth’s table he sat at once you spotted him.

He looks up at you with a pained expression on his face, “Everything I do is for you, and this is for the best. Don’t come looking for me, for I’ll be long gone by the next morning’s sunrise. I’m sorry. Yours forever, Jin,” you read the note out loud to him, a mixture of anger and hurt found in your voice.

He remains silent, watching as your fingers trembled in anger, “What?” you rhetorically ask, “Did you think I wasn’t going to come all the way down here to look for you, that I was just gonna accept this bullshit of a letter or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, and call it a day? Is that what you honestly thought?”

After several minutes of continuous silence, your voice rises in anger, “Don’t just look at me, say something!” you yell.

“Y/N,” he says, the volume in which you said it, catching the attention of the late night goers also at the diner, “you’re causing a scene.”

You take a seat across from him, planning on being as loud as you needed to be until you got some answers, “How could I not when my boyfriend of over 7 years decides to pack up his things and leave to God knows where while only leaving some sorry excuse of a note for me.” your voice shakes, “What the hell did you expect?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, genuinely meaning the two simple words, more than you could ever know. Did you think he wanted to leave you? That he wanted to toss away everything you two had built to the trash? That he wanted to hurt the person who meant the most to him in this world? Of course he didn’t. But he had to be the bad guy in this story. Not for him, but for you. Because he loved you so much, that’d he’d do anything to see you live the life you dreamt of.

“No,” you say, “I don’t believe this,” you fling the letter around in his face, “I need you to tell it to my face, then I’ll believe you,” tears begin to well up in your eyes. There was just no way. The Jin you knew would never do this to you, never in a million years.

“Y/N—” he sighs, but he knows you won’t relent until you hear it from him, “Y/N we can’t be together anymore,” he says, and the words echo in your mind as he continues, “After tonight we’ll be nothing more than strangers,” he says in such a monotone voice, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was a heartless being.

What you didn’t know was that Jin wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. Every nerve in his body was begging him to break out in tears, but no matter how much he wanted to … he just couldn’t bring himself to break outwardly. Not right now at least. Because right now he needed to be unbreakable.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” a single teardrop slowly rolls down your cheek, the agonizing ache you felt in your heart now growing because of his words, “Seokjin,” you whimper, “I-If this is because of what you were saying a couple of weeks ago,” forcibly you grab his hand from across the table, your lips quivering in fear of losing the person you loved the most, “then why can’t you see I don’t care? Because to me you’ll always be the tall, lanky, boy with an outdated mullet who first showed me around town 7 years ago with a camera pointed at my face. Because as long as we’re with each other, we’ll get through anything Seokjin …” you squeeze his hand tighter, “You’re my person Seokjin, mine, and mine only,” you try to smile, only causing more tears to spill out of your eyes as they crease. 

“Y/N…” just accept it, is what he wants to say because what he was about to say would change how you viewed him, it would make you question everything you ever knew about the person you loved, “I don’t know what else I can say or do for you to understand that I just don’t want to be with you anymore,” he feels the a knot forming in his throat, as if to tell him to stop immediately, that what he was saying would have irreversible consequences, “And I haven’t been for a while…” How disgusting he was.

“You’re—” your voice croaks, “You’re a liar—Seokjin please....” you cry.

He pulls his wallet out and sets the money for his meal down, getting up from his seat in the process, “I truly am sorry Y/N…” is all he can say, before giving you a final kiss on the forehead, his feet fighting against his will to turn around and apologize. To tell you that he was just being an idiot and beg for your forgiveness. But he couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

And so pushing the door open, he took one final glance at you, knowing he’d left his heart with you.

[softyoongiionly]

La Grande Maison: Meet the Cast

The rooftop is your safe haven. It’s your escape from the woes of the world below. You and your best friends take every opportunity you can to visit this special place. It’s here that time slows down, that all your problems seem to fade away…

But when one of you goes missing, not even the rooftop can save you from the nightmare that has yet to unfold.

Jin 

-the eldest

-works at the sushi restaurant 7 days a week to make ends meet

-pun extraordinaire 

-street food enthusiast

-engaged to his fiancé Dahyun

-aspires to open his own restaurant in the Upside (the rich neighborhood at the top of the town)

-the sweetest bitch you’ll ever meet

Yoongi aka Mouse

-not a people person

-loves his friends and his iPod and, that’s about it

-gets his nickname due to his quiet and careful demeanor

-he had a girlfriend for two years but, they broke up after he caught her cheating on him

-works the graveyard shift at a convenience store during the week and, on the weekends he works as a delivery boy

-his long list of phobias used to keep him from leaving the house but, he’s worked through most of them over the years

-thinks people who put cream in their coffee are “weak and uncultured”

Hoseok

-amateur b-boy

-can’t afford a practice space so, he dances on the rooftop of the motel he lives in

-has to wear his glasses at all times due to his severe vision impairment

-lives off of cereal and instant ramen

-works as a dishwasher at the old Italian restaurant 6 nights a week

-has listened to Usher’s Confessions album 634 times all the way through

-still sleeps with a nightlight

Namjoon

-aspiring writer

-obsessed with Koalas

-works at the bookstore and, the dispensary

-he doesn’t smoke weed, it just pays well

-amateur porn connaisseur 

-last year he accidentally set his oven on fire and, almost got evicted

-but he slept with his land lady so, all was forgiven

Jimin

-your boyfriend of 8 months, best friend of 8 years

-an actual freak

-has eaten you out in an empty movie theater 

-got suspended in high school for fighting three different times

-until you and the rest of the gang got him to sort his anger out

-majoring in sociology 

-plans to become a guidance counselor for troubled youth

Taehyung

-fluent in French

-adopted when he was 3 years old by a French family

-aspiring painter

-works at a thrift store so, you know his outfits are fire

-probably a demon

-despite his relaxed demeanor, he definitely has a dark side

-his apartment walls are covered with artwork he’s collected over the years

Jungkook

-the youngest

-the definition of a baby boy

-lives off of ramen and banana milk; yes he has a six pack

-works at a gym and a coffee shop

-has definitely witnessed a few drug deals

-aspiring photographer

-makes a photo album for everyone in the group on their birthday

READ THE FULL FIC HERE!!!

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J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 06

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¬ CRZY - Kehlani

"Wait, wait, wait, so you're telling me, that you seven are a mafia gang called Bangtan,"

"Yes".

"And that my father is a mafia leader, trying to kill Jungkook and that my best friend is also apart of the mafia and that his father is allied with mine,"

Yoongi shrugs, "Pretty much".

You let out a laugh of disbelief and throw yourself back on the motel bed you were sat on and run your hands over your face trying to let what they're telling you sync in.

"This is fucking insane. How is my life this fucked up, what did I do in my past life to deserve this, Christ on a bike, can this get any worse?"

"Most likely".

"You're not helping," You groan at Yoongi, making them laugh lightly. You sit up to look at the boys and you finally notice the states they are on from the car shoot down. Taehyung had a cut under his eye from the glass breaking, his hair disheveled along with the rest of them. Namjoon had cuts on his forehead and cheek, Yoongi had a cut along his nose, Jungkook, well, the only injury he had was caused by you and Jimin and Jin seemed to be completely unharmed due to the short amount of time they had in action.

"You know, you're taking this quite well, I was expecting you to tell us we're insane or scream at us". Jimin says crossing his arms. You shrug slightly,

"There's no point in me screaming, it won't change anything. I always knew something was dodgy about my father anyway".

They all look at each other surprised but then they take in your figure, you looked exhausted. It was clear you were done with what life was throwing your way, and to be honest, with what they have seen you have to live with so far, they don't blame you one bit.

"Why do you want me with you anyway?" You ask, snapping them out of their trance. Namjoon takes a seat in front of you and gives you a small smile before explaining,

"Your father is no ordinary mafia leader like me or any other leader, we're brutal I'll admit that, but your father is a monster, he doesn't play the rules that have been set down for mafia leaders. He's trying to start a gang war between Bangtan and his gang just because we keep our identities hidden. He wants Jungkook dead because his father knocked him down the hierarchy when he started to become dirty, doing foul play, killing innocents just for the fun of it. Jungkook is the only Jeon remaining, meaning he could easily go to the top of the hierarchy if he wanted to and I wouldn't stop him,"

He stops and looks around at the anxious people around him taking the looks in their eyes. Anger. Fear. Pain. He looks back to you and your staring at him with a unknown look,he continues,

"Bangtan are the top dogs right now and he doesn't like that knowing Jeon Jungkook is apart of it. Like I told you he's a monster, human trafficking, ripping families apart, raping poor women who fall into his traps etcetera. We're no angels don't get me wrong we have done some sins and we continue to do them because it's just our lifestyle, but we could never harm an innocent being, but Beom-Seok, he's inhumane, he's no sinner, he's the devil in disguise. Willing to tear apart anything limb from limb until he's satisfied, he's not just power hungry, but addicted to shedding blood just for the fun of it, every single one of us in this room are a victim to his ways and we want him gone. We want you with us because we know you wouldn't want to submit to his ways, to be brainwashed by him, we're protecting you in all honesty, and we know you have never had a bond with him. Please help us fall into the palm of our hands to make him feel what we felt when he ripped our families away from us, we know he'll come after you at all costs Y/N".

You stare in shock, the pigment in your face decreasing at every second. You felt sick to your stomach, your mouth went dry. You were disgusted to even think that at the thought of even being related to that devil. You no longer even considered him a father, no, he was far from it. You began to picturing all the screaming of all the people he killed or damaged, his evil laughter echoing as he watched his chaos he caused enjoying every second of it. Your heart was in pounding in your chest from anxiety, your throat felt tight staring at all the faces in front of you. Each one of these people were a victim to him as well. You take a breath in and whisper out,

"W-what did he do to you guys?"

They all look at each other nervously but reluctantly allow themselves to tell how they had fell victims. Namjoon went first,

"He killed my sister right in front of me when I was just 14, we were orphans".

"Set fire to my family home and watch as my family perished, I escaped through the back but I have a scar on my back to permanently remind me of that night, hearing my mom, dad and sister scream as they were engulfed in flames haunt me forever, I was 9". Hoseok says quietly.

"He locked my mother and father in a car and let it drive into a river and left them to drown, made me watch whilst he walked away laughing, I was 7". Jimin says eyes cold.

"It was just me and my father, my mom died when I was young, he killed my father 'for the fun of it', I was 16". Jin said looking down.

"Human trafficked my mom and sister, my father walked out, I was 11." Taehyung spits in anger.

"Left an explosive in my fathers office, killing him, my mother and elder brother, I was 17". Yoongi says bluntly not showing his emotion.

You turn to Jungkook who was glaring at the ground clearly suffering from the memories flashing through his mind. "I don't want to talk about it." He snaps and you nod curtly.

"I'm so sorry for what he has done to you guys". You whisper out guilt swallowing you up. You felt bile rise up your throat and you stand up abruptly gathering their attention,

"I'm gonna be sick".

You rush to the bathroom and throw yourself to the floor in front of the toilet and spew up the content of your stomach. You jump when you feel someone touch your shoulder and gather your hair away from your face.

"It's only me Y/N, it's okay, let it out". You hear Jimin mumble softly rubbing your back. You gagged slightly and coughed as you tried to stop yourself vomiting anymore, the burning feeling stop.

"It's the adrenaline coming down and your body has gone into shock from the sudden news, it's okay, don't hold it back, you'll make yourself worse".

You take a deep breath in when you feel like you've stopped and sighed closing your eyes. "Sorry you had to see that". You mumble. You look up and Jimin gives you a smile showing off the now noticeable smiley piercing.

"Don't worry about it, I threw up the first time I found out too and besides someone had to help you, the others may all look big and bad but when it comes to vomit...they're pussies". Jimin teases making you giggle.

"We heard that you fucker!"

Jimin throws his head back laughing stumbling slightly, he gains his stability and pulls out chewing gum and pops two into your hand.

"Here you'll probably want some, I'll let you clear yourself up". Jimin says walking out the bathroom. You pop the gum into your mouth letting the minty flavor take over in your mouth ad you turn to look at yourself through the mirror above the sink, biting your lip in frustration.

What do I do? Your father is not who he's made himself out to be. You've known these 7 boys less than 24 hours and they want your help to take down your own father, that's if you even considered him that now. After everything you've discovered that he has done, you don't know if you could breathe the same air as him let alone look him in the eye. Even someone you grew up with was lying to you, now you understood why he wanted you to stay away from them. To stop you finding out the truth.

You take a breath of courage and turn to walk out the bathroom. You knew what you had to do.

You walk out the bathroom and you stare at the 7 boys talking quietly between themselves until  Taehyung nudges them when he spots you. They go silent staring at you noticing the determination on your and as if you were ready to speak. You look at them one by one and you stop at Jungkook staring him dead in the eye.

"I'll do it. I'll help you take down Beom-Seok". You say venom laced in your voice as you spoke your fathers name. You notice Hoseok and Taehyung shiver from your sudden hostility. Jungkook smirks at you and gives you a nod as if he's telling you he supports you.

They all give you a smile and Namjoon nods, "Okay, are you sure you want to do this? Once you start this, there's no going back you know that right?"

You nod in understanding. You knew what you were getting yourself into. You had to do this. For all the people he has hurt, including these boys in front of you. They needed justice. And you were going to give it to them.

"I'm changing this really morbid subject for right now because I have to ask this. How the fuck do you know how to drive like that?!" Jin exclaims the rest of them humming in agreement. You look down nervously before deciding to suck it up. You were gonna be stuck around these boys for god knows how long, you might as well let them get to know you and you hoped they were thinking the same thing.

"Instead of telling you, I'm gonna show you, when it turns 11 pm we leave this room and I'm gonna take you somewhere". You say.

"Oh no she's already betraying us. I'm calling it, she's gonna kill us." Jungkook cries out sarcastically. You glare at him crossing your arms. And the attitude was back. Taehyung groans and smacks his head against the wall.

"Please for Christ's sake don't start again now." He whines.

You bite your tongue and smile sarcastically at Jungkook, and stop yourself from retaliating for the boys sake. They're probably so tired of hearing you both practically rip into each other.

"Yeah dollface, let's not start again now".  Jungkook smirks.

"Okay now you're just asking for it dickface". You snap.

"Fucking hell it's like watching two kids argue over candy. Just be civil with each other please? I swear to down I will rip my fucking hair out if you continue to go on like this". Yoongi groans.

You nod silently and sit down on the bed, pulling out your now debugged phone and began to ring the only friend you hoped you could trust,

"I'm going to make a phone call".

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"You learnt your way of driving...here?"

You let out a small laugh at Hoseok's confusion and shake your head.

"No, this is the phone call I had to make, this is Irene's place, where I learnt to drive, we can't go dressed like this so I figured we'd stop here since no one involved with Beom-Seok knows she's even a friend of mine except Yixing, but he wouldn't come here, if you hadn't noticed, they don't get on. Irene is a self-employed fashion designer she'd have something for us to wear and I have clothes here that I'd need since I'm stuck with you guys until this is over, I can't exactly go back to my house".

They nodded staring at the house. You climb out the car and they pursuit. You walk up to the house and knock twice. You hear nothing so you continuously knock on the door.

"I'm coming! Shit! What you tryna do?! Put a hole in my door?!"

You hear Irene's muffled voice getting closer each word, the door swings open revealing a disheveled Irene, you let out a laugh as you notice her hair was no longer the onyx black it used to be but was now her least favourite color, hot pink, from the hair dye you had put in her shampoo the other day.

"Get your asses in here right now," Irene snaps. You all stumble in and she slams the door shut whilst you still laugh.

"This was your doing wasn't it you fucker?" Irene says glaring at you pointing at her. You gasp for breath and shrug,

"Possibly," You laugh out.  She growls and slips off her slider and throw it at you but you quickly catch it throwing it back.

"I-I think you look really pretty". Taehyung stutters out from behind you, nervously. Hoseok nudges him teasingly and you smirk. Irene flushes at the compliment and looks down mumbling a 'thank you'.  You turn your attention back to Irene,

"Consider it 1-1, payback for that time you crashed my car". You say raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, anyway I set your outfits out, follow me." Irene says walking up the stairs, you all follow her up them. She points to the room in front which was the guest room,

"Boys, this is where you'll get dressed, I put a name tag on your outfits, Y/N in my room".

You all split off into the rooms and Irene follows you into her bedroom slamming the door shut and turning to you with a bewildered look.

"What the hell is going on?! Why are you suddenly hanging around them?!" She whisper yells.

"It's a lot to explain right now but I need you to promise me one thing, if anyone and I mean anyone, that's including Yixing, comes around here asking if you've seen me or know where I am, you say no okay?" You say to her holding her shoulders and looking into her eyes to make sure she knows you're being serious. She nods quickly a worried look on her face.

"You said Yixing instead of Lay, he's done something, what's happened? Are you in danger?" She asks concerned. You pull your shirt off and pull the red crop top that lay on the bed for you.

"Something like that, I can't tell you anything I don't want to risk your life more than I already am right now, just Yixing isn't who we thought he was and neither is my father. I need you to promise me to not have any contact with me unless it's serious okay? The boys are helping solve this, I promise you, I'll contact you once this blows over okay? For now, please stay safe and try and distance yourself from Yixing." You explain as you pull on the shoes and let your hair down from the ponytail.

She nods worry in her eyes as the reality of the danger your in sinks in. You pull on the black bomber jacket and look at your friend who was sat at the edge of her bed tears in her eyes.

"Rene...why are you crying?" You ask sitting down next to her. She shakes her head sniffling,

"Just please be safe okay? You're all I have..."

Your eyes soften and you pull her into a hug pushing the feeling of awkwardness away knowing your friend needed this.

"I promise okay? You're stuck with me." You tease making her laugh and nod her head. She stands up and you follow, she grabs a duffel bag that was by her wardrobe and hands it to you.

"I had a feeling you'd need some stuff and I guess I was right, so I packed it with stuff you need, all your clothes you have here, makeup, toiletries, girl stuff and a few of my own personal touches in there just in case..." She smirks.

Oh no...

"Irene...what've you put in here?" You ask nervously.

"You'll just have to find out, open it later." She winks and walks out the room and down the stairs with you behind her. The boys stood in their new outfits, talking amongst themselves. They look up when they hear you both and their eyes widen when they notice you. You were wearing a red spaghetti strap bandeau crop top with a black jacket over the top, some black shorts  showing off some of the healing ink and heeled boots.

"Fuck..." You hear Jungkook mumble to himself and then look away.

"Someone having a problem over there bud?" Taehyung teases earning himself a jabs to the ribs by Jungkook. Taehyung groans and holds his ribs and Jimin shakes his head, pushing himself between the two, to stop them attacking each other.

" We haven't got time for this, lets go". You say turning to Irene who throws some car keys at you.

"I thought you'll want your baby for tonight." She says walking to the door that lead to the garage. She flicks the light on revealing the black american muscle car that you loved dearly.

"Damn that's hell of a car". Hoseok says eyes wide staring at it. You hum in acknowledgement and pop the trunk open and place the duffel bag inside and closing it. You turn to the boys and smirk,

"So, who's riding with me?"

They all start bickering and playing a game of rock, paper, scissors; pushing Jungkook forward who smirks at you,

"Looks like you're stuck with me dollface".

You give him a sarcastic smile and walking over to him so your chest to chest and his breath hitches as you lean closer to his face as if you were about to kiss him, you let your lips slightly graze his before whispering,

"Nah, you're stuck with me".

You pull back smirking as you leave a frozen Jungkook in his place and walk over to your car,climbing in. The others snicker and Taehyung yells out,

"Goddamn, did it get hot in here or is it just me?"  

"Shut up hyung". Jungkook snarls before climbing into the passenger seat of your car. Irene hands the other 6 boy, three pairs of keys to the other cars,

"Drive in twos, take your pick, all these are Y/N's so if you get a scratch on them, you'll die okay? I'll hid your car in the here for you." She says. They nod and pair up before running off to the cars and climbing into them. Irene bends down to your level of the car and gives a look of worry and protectiveness.

"You better fucking keep her safe Jeon Jungkook I swear to god if she has just so much as a scratch on her the next time I see her, I'll you okay? This bitch right here is like my sister and pretty much the only family I have".  She lectures glaring at the boy beside you. He nods and gives her a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

"You have my word Irene". He says determined. She nods and looks at you,

"You have a tendency of following danger so try to stay alive okay? You may be the strongest girl I've ever met but that doesn't make you invincible okay?" She says. You nod giving her a reassuring smile.

"Okay, you never seen me or these seven okay?" You say. She nods and pats the car letting you know you can go,

"I saw nothing, see you on the flip side". She smiles. You rev your engine and speed off down the road with three other cars following close behind you. You and Jungkook sat in silence for a while and he decided to break it.

"Was it really necessary to show us instead of tell us?" He asks looking at the street lights as you speed along. You chuckle and look at him slightly before focusing on the road again.

"Yeah, if I told you, you'd never believe me". You say. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Baby girl, we're the mafia, we've seen stuff that you'd not imagine, I'm pretty sure we'd believe you".

You breath out and shake your head at the nickname.

"Again with nicknames, will you ever cut it out?" You ask and he smirks shaking his head,

"Nah, I'm good".

You huff and ask, "Are you always this irritated?"

"Hmmm, everyone irritates me, don't take it to heart dollface". He says smirking letting his arm hang out the car window.

"Duly noted". You mumble to yourself as you pull up to the place. You look around noticing all the familiar cars and smile at the sound of cars revving and the laughter and music. You climb out the car along with Jungkook, just as the rest climb out. They look around in awe and Jimin eyes widen in realization of where you guys were,

"Wait...this is...-"

"Street racing, welcome to streets boys, this is my territory".

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Over 3k words.....

I hope I didn't ramble too much in this.

Here's some photos of what the boys were wearing at the end so you get an idea,

[despondentamigo]

I need fanfic writers to chill with their tags tho cuz like i be looking for memes about my faves and all of the sudden I AM ASSAULTED BY ___ X READER SMUT

Almost everytime I look under recently posted in the tags i need HOLY WATER

[teampandawang]

Videotape

By: Mow 

Genre: Fluff 

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader 

Description: After a long wait and deep feelings of loneliness, Y/N finally finds out something that totally changes her holiday.

The hot water caressed your skin, taking the cold of the first days of autumn away. The lights of the ceiling shined above your head with the beautiful reflections dancing on the water surface. It had been an amazing week, full of wonderful memories with your closest friends before having to return to your daily routines. You were sitting at the stairs of the heated pool, catching your breath after a swimming competition, the last one of your trip, remembering all the activities that you had been doing for the past few days, such as staying awake the whole night telling old stories, seeing movies, spending the day on the swimming pool or sightseeing the town you were in.

Traveling with them was always the funniest and most interesting experience of all. Their unique and different personalities taking the adventure to all the possible contexts. You spent time in late-night talks with Yoongi,  discovering places with Namjoon and Jimin, meeting new people with Jin, laughing like crazy all around the place with Hoseok and shopping lots of souvenirs to take back home with Taehyung, but there was someone you hadn't spend time with, and the realization of it made your heart feel ache.

That was actually one of your purposes for this trip, but sadly not once you could make it happen. Jungkook, despite being on vacations as well and with the rest of you, had been pretty busy filming the whole journey for a gift to show the fans. You couldn't just claim time with him, you were actually really glad for his hard work being part of ARMY yourself, but knowing how little moments both of you had during this week, and how harder was going to be the following days with their preparations for the new comeback, you felt sad and kind of hurt.

The sudden splash of water on your face took you out of your thoughts. Surprisingly, the pool was now empty except for the responsible for the small water attack.

"You were in another world, weren't you?" Jungkook's voice said as you took away the water of your eyes.

"I was." You said softly, a weak smile on your face as the words left your mouth.

"Well, what were you thinking of?" He asked, taking sit beside you on the step.

"Nothing important." You whispered, blushing instantly at the thought of him knowing how much you've been thinking about him.

"Tell me. You look like something's wrong." The expression on his face turning worried in an instance. His hand went to your thigh, the warmness of his skin on yours sending shivers through your body.

Jungkook and you had something you couldn't explain, everyone else said you were dating, but the thing was that you actually weren't, you hadn't even kissed him yet, but without a doubt, there was something more than a friendship, and you both knew that.

"It's just..." You said, struggling to find the words without sounding clingy or make demands you weren't in place to make. "Nevermind." But you weren't good with those.

"Is it because of me?" He asked. The hand he had on your thigh tightening the grip.

Seeing how you didn't answer, he knew what was wrong.

"It's because we almost haven't seen each other." He let out on comprehension.

"I wouldn't say it like that, but yes. That's what I've been thinking about." You told him taking his hand on yours.

"I'm sorry." A soft sigh leaving his lips.

"No! Don't be." You said quickly not wanting him to feel down about it. ‘He’s just doing his job’, you told yourself.

"I am because I was the one who invited you, and I did it because I wanted to share this free time with you, but it seems like I messed that up." His gaze went down, stuck on the little waves of the water. His mind started working fast in a solution. He wanted you to feel important to him because you were, and he thought he was doing a good job in it until he saw the sad expression of your face.

You were about to keep on your intentions to make him feel less guilty when he stood up. His eyes sparkling with a hopeful shine.

"Come with me." He said giving you a sweet small smile. His hand in the air waiting for yours made your heart speed up.

You took it and stood up as well. You grabbed your towel before leaving the pool area, drying yourself before entering the rest of the house.

"Where are we going?" You asked confused at his sudden need of leaving the pool.

"Well... It's a surprise, it wasn't going to be for today though." He said just making your curiosity grow.

After walking around the house for a minute, Jungkook stopped. He took a sit on the dining room and offered you to sit beside him. He turned on his computer, which was on the table in front of him, before talking to you again.

“I was planning on this to be more romantic and I was going to wait for a while to finally give it to you in a better presentation…” He said while his cheeks started turning pink, his heart beating fast at the thought of this happening without any preparation. “But I feel like I need to show it to you now.”

Without letting you say a thing, he pressed a button and a video started rolling on the screen. At first, you thought it was going to be the one he made of the entire group, but the moment your face appeared, a gulp got caught in your throat. Small clips about you played in it, ones that you didn't even know Jungkook had, and not all of them were from that trip.

There was one of the first time you hang out with him. That day Jungkook was really excited to go to a movie he had been wanting to see for months, but none of his members could go so you offered to join him. The moments previous to see him you were dying of nerves and you couldn’t explain yourself why. At the end of that day, you figured it out. He looked especially gorgeous and the closeness you felt with him during the whole movie, just sitting in there watching it with him, was one you’ve never felt before.

The following clip was from the day you spend the night at the dorms. You weren't tired even though it was around two in the morning, so you went to the kitchen searching for something to drink, but the light coming from Jungkook's bedroom caught your attention. You found him there playing in his console, completely focused on it. After seeing him for what seemed like a minute, he invited you to play with him, surprisingly aware of your presence. In the end, you spend the night in his room, talking endlessly about everything until both fell asleep beside each other.

The next one made your eyes watery. That one was a really tough day for you, many things had been accumulating, causing the stress and pressure to finally get to you. You broke down crying that afternoon but the sound of your phone ringing gave you one of the best days you could recall. Jungkook innocently called you to ask for your help on something, but the cracking voice he heard answering him made him run to your house, and in a matter of minutes he found himself knocking at your door. He stayed with you until you felt better. His arms surrounded you softly the whole time, letting you vent all the thing you needed to.

The rest of the video showed moments you spend with the other members during the trip, lots of laughs could be heard even though the only sound coming out of the speakers was the melody of your favorite song, a version even more beautiful than the original, interpreted by the wonderful voice of Jungkook. Your eyes couldn’t take it anymore at that realization, at the sound of his voice along with that melody, the tears you’ve been fighting to keep inside were now running down your face. ‘How can someone be this beautiful’, you thought, how could he do something so… was there even a word that could describe how you were feeling towards him right now?

You turned to look at his face, his eyes already focused on yours, seeing your soul directly. You didn’t know when and how he took those photos and clips, but the simple fact that he did it in the first place got your heart raising its beat.

Before you could even try to organize some words to describe to him just how important this had been to you, he spoke.

“I know this may not make you forgive me for being so absent these days, but I hope with this you’ll understand that absence didn’t mean I wasn’t thinking of you. I’ve been working really hard on this the past few days. I wanted to give you a present, one that had so much meaning that you would never forget it because I want you to be sure that none of those moments can ever leave my mind, and also... I just want you to know how much you mean to me before… before I ask you this.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I know dating an idol is not something easy, but I hope with all my heart that we can make it work… Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?”

The words were completely stuck in your mouth, the only way you managed to let him know your answer was surrounding his neck with your arms, putting him as closely as you could, so he could feel just how hard your heart was beating, and kiss him, kiss him with all the love you’ve been keeping trapped inside, and so you did. His mouth moved softly but hungry for more against yours, his arms found their way to your waist, keeping you so close that you thought you could become just one person.

You realized that his heart was beating just as hard as yours, and the thought of it made you smile during the kiss. Jungkook noticed it and smiled too, starting to talk in whispers.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

“You make me the happiest person in the world.” You let out through the biggest smile you could offer him.

[justimajin]

A Germ-Filled Celebration

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.7k

Summary: A small birthday drabble for the birthday boy ♡

Grasping the decorative bag in your hands tighter, you patiently wait for the door to open, feeling so excited as time passed. You had prepared everything on your list for the day – a birthday cake and a birthday present that would knock Jungkook’s socks off. You had then planned to take him out for a while, hitting up his favourite arcade where the rest of his friends would celebrate with you. You had spent majority of the past few days with preparations, carefully planning this all out.

Everything was perfectly set for the special occasion, you just needed one more thing for it to be complete.

Jeon Jungkook.

The door slowly creaks open and the excited look on your face is instantly wiped off, Jungkook sheepishly smiling at you.

He lets out a low cough, covering his mouth at the action. He’s still in his pajama’s, hair sticking up in random places and a large black blanket covers majority of his body. There are dark circles around his eyes and his nose glows a bright pink, sniffling occasionally.

In short, he looked absolutely terrible.

“Jungkook what happened?” You whisper, his state bringing concern to you.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N, this is all Taehyung’s fault, he wouldn’t stop sneezing around me and well,” He sighs, “I’m sick.”

“You can go home Y/N, I don’t want you catching it too.” He adds on, slowly closing the door.

You stick your foot right in the middle of the door, preventing him from closing it. You look straight into Jungkook’s weak eyes, determination being ignited in your own.

“Oh hell no.” You fume. “It’s your birthday plus you’re sick, and you expect me to leave?!” Jungkook flinches at the loud sound from your voice, leaving the door open. You walk straight in and shut it, turning your attention to him. Reaching your hand out, much to Jungkook’s protesting, you place it on his forehead and raise your eyebrows. 

“Ok mister you definitely need some help you’re boiling hot right now!” You drag him over to the couch, gesturing for him to lie down.

“Mm I’m boiling hot Y/N?” He mumbles and chuckles, before breaking out into another coughing spree. Lying him down, you wrap a blanket securely around him. You send a quick text to the others, letting them know Jungkook was sick and wasn’t able to go out to celebrate his birthday today.

Grabbing a bowl of cold water, you take some small rags and dip them into the coolness. Placing them gently on Jungkook’s head, he dozes off and you excuse yourself into his kitchen.

Looking around his cupboards you realize just how much junk food Jungkook actually eats, finding nothing but cookies and bags of chips everywhere. Letting out a sigh, you’re not surprised he got sick, never taking proper care of himself. After endless searching, you finally stumble upon some random vegetables in his fridge – opting to make some type of soup with them. Getting a hot pot ready, you chop the vegetables up, mixing and matching them in the process due to not having exact ingredients. You pray it ends up tasting good enough, because you honestly had no clue what you were doing.

Pouring some into a bowl, you make your way to Jungkook who appears to be in a deep slumber on the couch.

“Jungkook.” You whisper, but his eyes remain closed, softly snoring.

“Jungkook!” You try to say a little louder, but it has no effect.

Sighing, you take a rather different approach, “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.” You repeatedly say, while continuously poking him.

“Hmm...” He turns away from your annoying poking, but you don’t stop. You’re glad he’s getting some rest, but he probably hasn’t eaten anything.

He keeps moving away from you and you decide to use your final attempt. He immediately reacts, squirming around when you start tickling him and when you reach his neck, small giggles leave his mouth.

“Okay okay I’m awake!” He declares through half lidded eyes.

“Here.” You pass him the huge bowl, filled with whatever healthy thing you could possibly find in his fridge. He stares at it for a moment, but he visibly gulps.

“Y-you made this?” He says, completely unsure and looking utterly terrified. You nod, and his eyes widen, staring back at the concoction.

“Jungkook!” You yell, when he’s still staring at it for far too long with doubt on his face.

Deeply sighing, he takes a spoonful, praying in his head.

He was going to kill Taehyung for getting him into this.

He quickly consumes it, letting it run down his throat and he prepares himself for the awful taste to hit him. However, he finds himself licking his lips and wanting to taste more of the delicious mixture. The words he never thought he would say, leave his mouth.

“I-It’s good…” He whispers in disbelief, and a huge grin makes an appearance on you.

“See?! It’s not bad at all!” To be honest, you were surprised too. Jungkook and you both knew how bad you were at cooking, and it was the only reason he always kept you out of the kitchen. However, today you got a chance at making something for him and although you don’t know what the hell you put in it, you’re glad he’s enjoying it.

Jungkook finishes all of the soup in an instant, sitting back in content. You’re basking in the glory of finally cooking for him and for the fact that he was feeling much better than usual. Putting his bowl back in the kitchen, you come back to see him slightly shivering.

“Y/N I’m cold…” He whines, opening the blanket up for you to come join him.

“Oh no, forget it Jungkook I am not getting sick.” As much as you wanted to go, you knew you couldn’t risk yourself getting sick and not being able to take care of him.

“But Y/N! It’s my birthday today…” He looks at you with doe eyes and you find yourself caving in, feeling bad instantly.

“UGH FINE.” Mumbling how you were going to get Taehyung back for this, you slip underneath the blanket and Jungkook cozies himself next to you.

“Ahh so much warmer~” He hums, and you have to admit you were enjoying snuggling up with him like this. Jungkook closes his eyes and so do you, feeling sleep dragging you away.

However, sleep wasn’t the cause of it. You feel yourself slipping down and you realize the couch can’t accommodate for the both of you, so you fall down and grab Jungkook – dragging him alongside with you.

“Ow…” You say, landing gracefully on your behind. You turn to see Jungkook still glued to you, his eyes closed, and you wonder how he possibly was able to remain asleep like this.

You know there’s no way you could convince him to get up and instead decide to just screw it, falling asleep on the floor and in a mess of Jungkook’s blanket.

***

You stir awake when you hear Jungkook’s alarm blare out, and he reaches over to turn it off. He appears to look much better, no more like the lifeless person you saw when you first entered his apartment.

“Good morning.” He says, stretching his arms.

“Morning.” You let out a small yawn, feeling exhausted.

“That soup was actually great, I feel way better.”

“And this is why my cooking is good.” You scoff.

“Then why don’t you try some?” He sneers.

“That would be cross-contamination!! I am not getting sick.” You protest, and he chuckles, before leaning in and pecking a sweet kiss on your lips.

“What were you saying about cross-contamination?” He smirks, and your jaw is wide open.

“You just kissed me?! Oh my god I need to rinse my mouth and get rid of the germs before they infect me.” You attempt to head towards his bathroom, but his arm keeps you pinned down.

“I’ll be cold if you leave.” He whines, and you thrash against his arms.

“I have germs in my mouth, I have germs in my mouth…” You keep repeating in a mantra, panicking.

“I’ll give you some more germs.” He kisses you again, this time lingering and its driving you crazy how you can’t push him and his germs away. Jungkook burst out laughing from the worried look on your face, and you smile at the sound, knowing he was okay now.

“By the way its still my birthday.” He gestures to the clock, the two hands displaying that it wasn’t midnight yet. 

“Why was your alarm set to this time?” You question, confused why he wanted to wake up now.

“You know me I have a terrible sleep schedule and nap everywhere.” He states, and you agree with him, knowing that Jungkook would never wake up no matter how hard you would try.

“Oh, do you want your gift?” You remember you still had it with you, placed in the corner.

“Sure, what is it?” He playfully asks when you get up to retrieve it.

“A pet dragon.” You sarcastically say, but Jungkook eyes light up instantly.

“You WHAT??” He looks at you like a kid about to receive a toy and his gullibility makes you laugh.

“I’m joking!” You laugh, and he frowns at you.

“Of course you are, my girlfriend isn’t that cool.” He pouts, and you hand him a custom-made controller, Overwatch characters decorating the outside.

“Yeah I’m not cool at all.” He doesn’t respond, staring at the controller you had just given him in complete shock. He touches it in awe and before you know it, he’s tackling you into a hug.

“GOD YOU’RE THE BEST!!”

“The best? I thought I wasn’t cool?” You tease, but still accept his hug.

You open up the second box you had brought with you, the one containing his birthday cake. After lighting up the candles, you sing happy birthday to him in a very off tuned way, but his vocals come to your rescue by joining in. Leaning against the couch, you take bites of the cake and you see him beside you still admiring the gift, rotating it and being amazed from all the characters.

Although he had gotten sick, you were glad you got to spend the day with him here instead of going out like you had originally planned. It had given you the opportunity to spend some much-needed time with him, time that was usually unfortunately lost because of his busy schedule.

“Jungkook.” You whisper, and he turns his attention to you.

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday.” He smiles at you, eyes crinkling, and he submerges you into another hug.

[happy-meo]

Don’t Judge Sweet & Sour - Chapter 1: Lee Maia

"Deh, oppa." Maia trudged along the dark streets late at night talking to Big Bang's T.O.P. "Don't worry. How many times have I bought this for you?"

           "Araso." T.O.P. chuckled and soon hung up once he confirmed she knew the exact order.

           Whenever her dad was asleep, the members would call on her if they wanted a late night snack. Ever since she was old enough to buy alcohol, the calls got more frequent. She never minded though, they always gave her money and joined them in their festivities often. They loved her dad, but naturally, since they were big Hallyu stars, they couldn't just run around in public to buy alcohol and food without being captured by the tabloids. Her dad was pretty adamant about keeping them on a curfew and house arrest. G.D. and Seungri were usually rebellious when on their own, but T.O.P. usually found a way to manipulate less-famous Maia to compromise.

           She hummed to herself, the excitement of sneaking out never tired her out. She wondered when it would be her turn to be in the spotlight too. Over the years, she had learned so many things from watching back stages, watching the other trainees' practices, and variety shows. She had honed many talents and rehearsed singing and dancing when she could. It was her dream to be an idol after all. However, her dad had banned her from doing so, and threatened to quit as a manager if YG ever offered her a position. So sadly, here she was, still under numerous shadows, dreaming what seemed like a far away dream.

           "Hey! Stop them! They're thieves! Someone stop them!"

           Someone yelling snapped her out of her thoughts and she froze, realizing that two dark figures were hurriedly running in her direction.

           "They stole something important! Someone stop them!"

           Maia pulled her cap down. Even though she wasn't famous, she surely would be recognized by a few people. She smirked and waited until the most opportune moment. She hurled her backpack at the culprits speeding passed her. The impact of two colliding forces knocked them onto their backs and she hurriedly pinned them down as they squirmed and groaned on the ground. In no time, the cops and a couple of other people joined the scene, heaving and out of breath.

..........

Click the link for the full chapter: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1130323/1/don-t-judge-sweet-sour-sugaandoc-jungkookandoc-bangtanboysandoc-btsangst-btsfluff-btsbromance

[btsfanficss]

Stay Professional! Pt. 12

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 (Part 13 will be a continuation!)

Summary: You realise that you still have feelings for Jungkook despite his actions. You can’t help but melt and swoon under his charms- but you were still acting stubborn. When will you finally admit that you’re under his spell?

A/N: Honestly had a rough time writing this chapter- had to squeeze out the limited inspo I seemed to have so forgive me if it took long but regardless, enjoy the story! As always, responses would be appreciated! 

The blinding sunlight seeped through the white mesh curtains and you grumbled at the realisation of having to wake up. You turned around so that your back was facing the bright light and cuddled your blanket closer to your chest. You didn’t want to wake up to another day. You didn’t want to face your current problems of... Jungkook! 

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately, reminded of last night’s affectionate cuddles you knew you shouldn’t have enjoyed so much. You looked over your shoulder and to your surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes rested on the sight of neatly folded blankets on the floor mattress he supposedly ‘slept’ on last night. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up. 

You carelessly threw on a bathrobe for extra warmth during the chilly morning and shuffled towards the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. 

“Thank you for letting me stay the night. I can’t thank you enough for giving me a chance to express my apologies.” You stopped your shuffled footsteps and shifted your ear closer to the doorframe. It was childish to eavesdrop, but you physically couldn’t stop yourself from doing so. 

“It’s fine dear. I just hope I made the right choice.” Your mother’s quiet giggle sounded mute as you were listening through the door that connected the hallway to the kitchen. 

“I guarantee you that you did. I will take care of Y/N no matter what. I can give you my word, ma’am. I know that to you that might not sound convincing because I know I’ve made some pretty dumb and selfish decisions but... would you allow me to be selfish once more and let me love Y/N?” Jungkook’s soft morning voice sent chills down your spine. Was it the way that his voice sounded so irresistibly sultry in the mornings? Or his sweet words that had you practically melting by the doorframe. 

“I’ll do it right this time.” Jungkook chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet sound. 

“Jungkook dear, I don’t know much about you at all. And for a fact, I can’t make any reliable judgements about you from just what she’s told me and from what I’ve seen from you. But I have a good feeling that what you’re proposing to me is sincere. I’m deciding to trust my instincts so please don’t let me down. Don’t let her down.” 

“You have my word, ma’am.” 

“Good morning.” You walked in on their quite intimate conversation about you with a straight face, although you were full of glee inside from Jungkook’s charming words. 

“Morning” Jungkook smiled radiantly as his small dimple made an appearance. You had to pretend as though he didn’t just give you a small heart attack from that unexpected cuteness so early in the morning so you managed to maintain that straight face, just barely. 

“What’s for breakfast?” You rummaged through the shelves in search of a cup and your mother immediately got up from her seat. 

“Oh I haven’t thought about that yet. What would you like?” She asked and you replied a little late from drinking water. 

“Anything, mum. Is there anything you want to eat, Jungkook?” You casually murmured as you put the cup in the sink and Jungkook’s eyes lit up at your sudden acknowledgment of his existence. He looked a little taken aback but you could tell that he could hardly contain his glee. 

“I don’t mind anything. In fact, why don’t I make breakfast for you? It’s not everyday that I get to cook so I’d love to.” Jungkook suggested and you could hear the inner child resonate in his alluring voice. 

“That sounds like a good idea. I don’t have to do anything then~” Your mother whistled as she walked past you and pat your bum as a signal of her departure. 

“I’m thinking pancakes.” Jungkook decided and you nodded at his proposition. You handed him an apron that you’d taken out from a drawer and also got one out for yourself. You put the apron on and you were still trying to digest the fact that- Jeon Jungkook.. rode all the way from Seoul to your hometown (which was about 4 hours drive) in an attempt to appease you. Note that he wasn’t just anybody. He was powerful, wealthy.. he was beyond successful and words couldn’t possibly describe his beauty. 

You took out all the required ingredients and the whole time, you could feel his stare never leave you. 

“Shall we start?” You squeaked and fell quiet under his lasting stare. You’d noticed that since his conversation with your mother, you hadn’t been able to maintain any form of eye-contact with him. And he’d noticed that too but he didn’t think much of it.

In fact, Jungkook loved it when you were noticeably shy and awkward around him. It only further fed his inflated ego that was considerably handsome- only because of that signature smirk that complimented his attractive facial features. 

You knew that you were being soft but you couldn’t help it.. He looked so terribly cute- his gaze fixed on the mixing bowl in front of him as he diligently stirred using his beautiful hands that worked to swirl and stir the mixture. His veiny hands and arms were beautifully evident as he was only wearing the same black t-shirt underneath the apron. He looked so effortlessly handsome.. was it stupid to think that he looked good in a bloody apron? 

“You’re terrible at mixing.” You broke the silent atmosphere with a sarcastic tone and Jungkook immediately chuckled at your bitter comment. 

Jungkook stopped his mixing and noticed how the flour spilt onto the counter and on his apron, too. You took the bowl from him and momentarily brushed his hand in order to get the spatula off of him. His smile had noticeably brightened as you weren’t avoiding him or yelling at him, for the first time in quite some time. He questioned if you’d finally started to forgive him. 

Jungkook could only stare and watch you with a dumb smile on his face. Although he should’ve been taking note of the mixture, he couldn’t peel his gaze off your face; making your cheeks turn a shade of rosy crimson.

“Why did you offer to cook if you were bad at it?” You queried and he shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I thought you’d find it cute.” He seductively mumbled in a husky voice as he shuffled closer to you. Surprisingly, you didn’t move away. You pretended to brush away his clinginess but you couldn’t possibly concentrate on what you were doing with his face so close to yours. 

You could feel him breathe and your hands were getting so clammy. 

“The gesture is cute but I don’t think you’re capable of actually doing it if you can’t even mix batter properly.” You let out a giggle and Jungkook suddenly rested his head upon your shoulder. And God, his scent. How can a person’s hair smell that divine?

He let out a content sigh and you could tell he was smiling from the way that he murmured. “God I haven’t heard that angelic sound in forever.” 

 You simply tried your best to pretend like him being so close wasn’t driving you insane and ignored his loving actions. At that point, Jungkook was beyond ecstatic that you weren’t pushing him away. Even though you didn’t say a single word back, he was just happy that he wasn’t rejected. 

The two of you stayed in that position for some time and then out of the blue, Jungkook placed a small kiss onto your shoulder before shuffling away to set up the table. “I can’t mess this up.” He winked and the double-meaning seemed to hit you a little unexpectedly. 

The two of you, along with your mother were happily enjoying and talking whilst eating some ordinary tasting pancakes when a sudden 'bzz’ broke the conversation. “So sorry. May I?” Jungkook asked and reached for his phone that was vibrating against the wooden dining table. Your mother quickly nodded and you continued to eat your breakfast.

He took in a large breath and exhaled deeply before pressing on the green button to accept the call. 

“JEON JUNGKOOK!!!” 

Yelled a familiar voice on the other line. Jungkook immediately scrunched his face in disapproval from the loud yell and moved the phone away from his face. 

“Where in the world are you?! Do you know how worried I am? How can you possibly think that running away from your responsibilities is going to fix anything?!” Jungkook’s mother shouted at the top of her lungs. She was speaking so loud that Jungkook had to check if he’d put the call on speaker mode but it wasn’t. She was just yelling that loud. 

Jungkook swallowed the lump that’d formed in his throat and blurted out whatever sounded appropriate. 

“I’m alive, don’t worry. I listened to your advice and I’m not giving up on Y/N.” He rasped and she stopped yelling for a little while. You could hear the deep breaths that she was taking and Jungkook was visibly terrified of what was going to happen to him next. 

“Darling.” His mother exhaled. “It’s great that you haven’t given up but did you really have to leave without telling anyone about where you were going or what you were planning to do?!” She raised her voice again near the end of her sentence and Jungkook was once again forced to peel the phone away from his ear. 

“I’m sorry I’m sorry. I know it was a rash and rather.. quick decision on my behalf but what you told me really spoke to me. I needed to see Y/N- I was going crazy in that office.” Jungkook defended himself although it felt like he had no rights to. 

“Then at least tell me that you’re going to bloody disappear from the face of Earth for 2 days! Do you know how hectic the office is right now? It might as well be on fire!” His mother cursed and you could feel a giggle bubble up in your throat. You’d never thought that you’d live to see Jeon Jungkook getting lectured like a 5 year old. 

“I can only imagine.. and I’m sorry for that but mum everything is okay now. I think-” 

“-you THINK? Boy! I didn’t raise you to be like this! Don’t come home until you’re sure of yourself! Bloody hell Jungkook I’m too old for your carelessness. You better have a reasonable excuse for me when you come home young man!” 

Jungkook just swallowed loudly and before anything could escape from his dry lips, she’d hung up on him within a flash leaving the atmosphere a little awkward from the beeping of his phone after the call. 

Jungkook stayed seated, wide eyed at the fact that his mother had just yelled at him as though it was her last day alive. Jungkook had never seen his mother that angry before. To be fair, she was kind of right. He probably should’ve told her before he randomly ran away but he didn’t want to risk the answer of ‘no’ so he just left.   

“I suppose not telling people where you’re going seems to be your talent.” You remarked and he swiftly kicked you from underneath the table. “Ow!” You screamed, eyebrows furrowed and Jungkook just plastered a fake smile in which your mother laughed at his childish behaviour. 

Another phone call comes in and you return the fake smile to Jungkook. Except this time, it’s your phone and Jungkook pointed that out. You rolled your eyes and flipped your phone over to see who it was. 

“Jimin?” 

“Now it’s your turn.” Jungkook licked his lips and poked on the inside of his cheek with his tongue which made him look so cocky. But goodness, so damn sexy. 

You picked up quickly and before you could say anything, Jimin started to yell. 

“Y/N! Holy shit thank god you picked up! Is Jungkook with you right now?!” Jimin’s voice squeaked a little since it was really straining on his vocal chords.

“Yeah he’s here.” You replied and Jimin let out the biggest sigh of relief. 

“Jesus, that boy is so unpredictable. I didn’t think that he was dumb enough to run away and drive to your place which is a fucking 4 and a half hours drive from here!” Jimin shouted and you were just relieved that the yelling wasn’t directed at you.  

“Hey! I can hear you!” Jungkook interrupted and Jimin immediately started lecturing him. 

“Jeon Jungkook. You listen here kid! You better get your dumb ass back to Seoul this. INSTANT!” Jimin slammed his fist down on his poor table with rage that burned his insides from the sudden sound of JK’s voice.

“You know that I’m responsible for you and you know that what you did was incomprehensibly stupid so let’s just save both of us the time and come back to the office before your mother beheads me.” Jimin growled and Jungkook just rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time that Jimin was lecturing him- for Jungkook, hearing Jimin’s scolding was a day-to-day ‘blessing’. 

“Hyung calm down. Mum already yelled at me I don’t need you to rain on my sunshine too!” 

“You deserve more than to be yelled at, kid! I’m going to destroy your limited edition Iron Man figurines. Don’t think that I don’t know where you hid them. Why do you have to make my life so damn hard?” Jimin whined and Jungkook gulped at his threat and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

Seriously? Iron Man figurines? How old was he again? 

“Don’t you dare touch them--” 

“--If I don’t see you in my office in the next 5 hours, I’m going to start by melting your favourite one.” Jimin barked before hanging up on Jungkook. 

You bursted out laughing and Jungkook bolted out of the kitchen to hurriedly throw on his black leather jacket. You had tears pricking in the corner of your eyes and your mother seemed pretty amused too. The definition of quality entertainment was listening to Jungkook get lectured by his higher-ups. 

“Thank you so much for having me. As you can tell, I should probably get going.” Jungkook bowed to your mother and gave her a quick unexpected hug before turning to you and momentarily freezing. 

You were still giggling at the fact that he had a collection of Iron Man figurines. 

“Yeah you should go, Jungkook. Wouldn’t want your figurines to catch on fire.” You teased and couldn’t help but laugh aloud loudly. Your laugh became muted by the sudden sensation of Jungkook’s body enveloping yours in a tight embrace. 

“Yeah you keep that smile on, sweetheart. I’ll see you in a few days I hope.” He swiftly planted a kiss on the top of your head before bolting out to the garage, leaving you in a state of daze from his overflowing and addictive affection. 

Once again, you were greeted by that worn out and dusty looking welcome mat underneath your feet. You turned the rusty key and opened the door wide before grunting due to the struggle of pulling the heavy suitcase inside. Somehow, you managed to do it. You whistled to yourself as you slowly started to unpack your clothes. You were in a good mood. Perhaps it was from Jungkook’s cheesiness- there really wasn’t any other reason. 

You put on the radio and started to put your clothes back on the hangers, occasionally swaying your hips to the beat and lip syncing passionately to the hit songs. Some time passes and you were completely in your own little world and you hadn’t been in that good of a mood since you were Jungkook’s assistant. 

“Hey there.” A deep and airy chuckle had you scream in fright and freeze on the spot. 

You stopped your dancing and almost dropped the jacket in your hands due to being scared half to death. There stood Jungkook, leaning on your doorframe with an attractive smirk smoothened across his features. He was wearing one of his usual, deadly expensive suits that was matched with a skinny black tie that sat neatly around his neck. It’d been some time since his tie had been that neat. 

“Jesus! Don’t do that!” You yelled and threw the jacket at Jungkook whom had easily caught it single handed. 

“How long have you been standing there?” You asked with a noticeable blush on your cheeks. How embarrassing! 

“Only been here for 5 minutes I swear. Although I wish it was longer--” He started to neatly fold your jacket that were in his hands and you found it impossible to look away from his smile that radiated happiness. 

“Why didn’t you say something? God I’m so embarrassed.” You continued to sort out your clothes and Jungkook just chuckled again. 

“I don’t understand how you can be so cute and sexy at the same time, sweetheart.” Jungkook purred, an irresistible sultry twist in his suddenly deep voice. You could feel yourself melting into his words but you quickly snapped out of his trance. 

“What do you want, Kook?” You folded your arms and pretended that your red face wasn’t because of him. The unfamiliar nickname just happened to slip out, you didn’t think much of it but his ears immediately perked up at the sound of it.

“Since when did you start calling me that?” He said with a raised eyebrow and an even bigger smirk before casually grabbing another t-shirt from your luggage to fold.

“Ok then let me rephrase. What do you want, Sir Jeon?” You still had your arms crossed and emphasised on his title that symbolised your gap in social status between the two of you. 

“I think I like Kook better.” He laughed. “I heard from Jimin hyung that you were coming back today so I wanted to surprise you.” Jungkook’s smile looked blinding to your eyes. He was so radiant and bright. Was he really the same person from your initial encounter? 

“Well good job you surprised me half to death.” You chuckled and Jungkook swooned over the sound it. “No but really, what do you want?” You asked with a tinge of seriousness in your voice and he found it slightly seductive. 

“I want to take you out.” You raised your eyebrow again at his proposition. “To dinner.” He said with a small smile and you seriously contemplated it. Your silence fed his insecurity so he felt the need to justify himself. 

“I know this really good Italian place that’s close by. You’ll love it for sure. They have the most amazing Risotto and the Tiramisu is mind-blowing.” A wave of silence coated your apartment with a sudden tense atmosphere.

“Jungkook, isn’t it too early?” You blurted out and you could see his smile falter. 

“I mean.. I still don’t know how I feel about associating myself with you because you shattered my trust previously and--”

“--If you’re not willing to give me the chance to build up that trust again, you’re right, there really isn’t any point in me doing this.” He sighed and you felt your heart suddenly weigh a tonne within your chest. 

“But Y/N, I’m serious this time. We both know that I’m not the type of person to desperately cling onto one person.. Shouldn’t my efforts so far go a little bit noticed?” He gazed at you with a glint in his eyes and you flinched at his words. 

You knew that you wanted to yell out YES in his face as soon as he asked you but statistically speaking, was it the correct thing to do? This wasn’t a game that he could play for his entertainment. Although that was his intention at first, that’d obviously changed for Jungkook as he’d gotten so attached to you. Your heart was on the line and you were hesitating betting on it again. 

“I know you’re serious..” You exhaled a deep breath and mustered up the courage to be completely honest. “But if I were to suddenly pretend like none of it happened... I don’t think I’d have any pride left in myself.” 

“I’m not asking for you to pretend like I didn’t fuck up. I know I did... I’m asking for you to give one more chance.” He pleaded and his voice sounded barely audible. 

“And if you mess up again?” 

“I’ll leave you alone. I’ll pretend like I didn’t just let go the love of my life.” A fire burned within him and you could see it through his eyes. He was determined to prove to you that he was being dead serious. 

“Those are some pretty powerful words Jungkook.” You sighed and loosened your tense shoulders. 

“And I can’t wait to prove them.” He smiled again and a sense of relief washed over you. 

“You can’t throw those words around carelessly.” You lectured and he stepped over close to you until he towered over your small frame. You’d always forgotten just how tall he really was. 

“I’m not. Just let me show you that.” Jungkook gentle grasped onto your hand and spun you around so that you were directly facing the full body mirror that sat in the corner of your room. He stepped closer towards you so that his chest was pressed up against your back and he kissed your cheek swiftly. 

Goodness, was that boy smooth. He stayed in that back hug position until your soul came back to your body and you coughed at the reflection of him staring back at the mirror with a pleading smile. 

You rolled your eyes and just let out a loud exhale.

“I guess since I haven’t had dinner yet..” You reasoned and Jungkook’s eyes lit up as bright as the sun. His face creased in the cutest way possible due to his growing smile.

You turned around and faced him properly with seriousness drawn over your eyebrows. 

“But.” You interrupted his silent victory which consisted of him fist bumping the air. 

“I don’t want to go to that fancy place you have in mind. I’m thinking a little more casual--”

“--I don’t mind anything, sweetheart. We can go anywhere you want. I’m just glad you’re finally giving me a chance.” He gave you another smooch, this time on the forehead and you giggled at the warm sensation. 

“But I don’t think we can go anywhere casual with what you’re wearing.” You laughed and pointed at his expensive black suit that matched his shiny aquila dress shoes.

“I can go get changed! I’ll get changed and I’ll come back. It won’t take long I promise.” He said eagerly and you beamed at his clinginess. 

“Then that gives me some time to get ready.” 

“So it’s a date?” Jungkook said through his bunny smile and it was impossibly contagious. 

Before you could reply he just took the answer as a yes and embraced you in a tight quick hug before rushing out the door. He looked like a child on a sugar rush and it certainly didn’t fit that professional outfit but it was oddly charming, as always. 

You heard a steady rhythm of knocks on your wooden front door and you rushed over quickly. The door creaked when you opened it wide and the first thing you saw was that gorgeous grin on Jungkook’s face. 

“So where did you want to go?” He asked in an unusual sing-song voice. You were still trying to process how bloody attractive he looked in casual clothing that you stuttered answering his question. 

“I-I was thinking just a regular diner around here.” You took note of how his dark navy bomber seriously complimented his glowing tan skin. He was also wearing black skinnies that perfectly contrasted his new white sneakers. He had an oversized white t-shirt underneath and his bomber looked almost satin under your warm doorstep lighting.

“I know I look good, baby girl. You can stop drooling now~” He sung in an arrogant tone as you playfully hit his arm in response of his charming cockiness. 

“But I don’t look nearly as good as you. God, you look stunning.” He cooed and you noticed his slow scan of your outfit top to bottom. He seemed to be really loving the light blue denim jacket you carelessly threw over the top of a casual black body con dress that was faintly seductive due to the leg slit that cut up to 1/2 of your thigh. Coincidentally, you were also wearing a pair of white sneakers- his just seemed a lot more new. 

“Enough cheese Jungkook. I’m too hungry to think of witty comebacks.” You laughed and locked the door behind you with the rusty key he’d noticed. 

“You’re right I’m hungry too. I’ll drive and you tell me the directions, okay?” He queried as he started to make his way down the stairs. 

“Sounds good.” You hummed and made sure to be cautious since it was late evening, it was getting hard to see. 

When the two of you reached ground floor by foot (since there wasn’t an elevator), you immediately reminisced of the recent past as soon as you saw Jungkook’s jet-black Porsche parked neatly in the worn-down carpark. You knew that he was indeed rich but you could never fully process just how rich he really was and you’d constantly be bombarded with these situations in which you were reminded of the different lifestyles the two of you led.

He unlocked the car with a quick click of his car-keys and the Porsche headlights flashed in response. He walked a little faster than you just so he could open the door for you and you were once again reminded of that night he drove you home from work. Back then, you were his personal assistant and that was the night he’d first called you, “baby”- which left you confused with frustration and eternal butterflies. 

He quickly started up the car and drove safely to the destination with your guidance. The two of you sat across each other in the dimly lit diner that served just barely above average food but somehow, the flavours seemed to taste more bold and evident. Perhaps it was due to his company that you could indulge in such mediocre food. It was the same case for Jungkook and he found it impossible to look away from you the whole time he was sat down. 

After dinner, you shared the large bowl of ice-cream with him and the conversation was airy and playful until Jungkook felt the need to make another confession. 

“You know, Y/N.” He smiled before eating another spoonful of chocolate ice-cream. You hummed in curiosity as his voice had suddenly turned much softer.

“Thank you for giving my another chance.” You stayed silent at his statement as it felt severely and suddenly awkward. 

“Just to clarify though, I wasn’t playing with your feelings at all. It may have looked like it- especially since you bumped into Yujung and I...” Jungkook’s lips suddenly turned cold and dry, must similar to the inside of your throat. 

“You know what I mean.. I sincerely thought you’d never forgive me after that conference so I just did whatever with Yujung. I wasn’t thinking at all- mainly because I’d lost my ability to think after you left me for Jimin. You should’ve seen the mess that you made me into.” He chuckled in hopes of lifting the now very serious atmosphere you dreaded. 

“I admit.. I was caught up in the moment and I wasn’t actually planning on leaving.” You confessed and Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed immediately. 

“If only I’d kept my mouth shut and my ego at bay, none of this would’ve happened so I apologise on my part.” You sighed and let the words come out naturally. 

“I’m sorry too. For everything, really. I should’ve told you back in Santorini that I had to leave. I shouldn’t have overreacted when I found out about Jimin’s job offer and I’m sorry that I was a douchebag for behaving the way I did regarding Yujung. She doesn’t mean anything to me at all I swear.” You continued to stare at the ice-cream that sat in front of you and noticed how it began to melt.

“But you on the other hand.” Jungkook whistled and stretched out his arms before he slouched deeper into the couch-like chair. “I don’t think you know what affect you have on me. I’ve never felt so attached or... alive, really until I met you.” He stuffed another spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth and you couldn’t help but smile a little at his words that were sweeter than the dessert. 

“I just want you to know that I’m completely serious about you. Please trust me on that.” Jungkook pleaded and you nodded, finally accepting him once again for real.

“On a side note--” You scooped up a small chunk of the cold dessert. “It looks like you’ve made up with Jimin. You’d also started calling him ‘hyung’... and not sarcastically too which is new..” You questioned and Jungkook just chuckled. 

“Yeah we made up pretty quickly. He threw me a punch to the face so I did the kind deed and returned the favour.” He laughed casually and you immediately found yourself lost in his bewildering statement. 

“He punched you?” Your voice squeaked a little from shock. 

“I did deserve it, let’s be real. But yeah he’d never punched me before so it was kind of eye-opening.” He said in a fascinated voice. 

“I don’t understand how that’s making up.”

“We were completely fine after that. He punched me and then yelled at me and then we were all good to be honest.” He confessed and just shrugged his shoulders as though the situation was no big deal.

Of course it was a big deal, they punched each other. 

“So you managed to save those Iron Man figurines?” You wriggled your eyebrows and teased him with a playful giggle. Jungkook frowned and called you out for you inconsideration. 

“Hey you know those figurines are limited edition. There’s only 5 in the whole world and I happen to own only 3.” He grumbled and you laughed at his rather childish side. 

“I tried buying the other 2 off this stashed and spoilt Russian kid but he refused no matter how much I offered him.” He rolled his eyes and you bursted out in another fit of giggles as Jungkook sounded legitimately annoyed.

“But isn’t that kid basically you? Stashed and spoilt.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t deny that.” Jungkook licked his lips and you felt a heat rise up to your cheeks from his suggestive body language. 

Jungkook drove you home and it was well past bedtime. It was around 11:30 pm due to the never-ending conversation the two of you had at the diner. He walked you up the stairs and struggled to not stare at your ass whilst doing so. When you arrived at the doorstep, you could see the hesitation in Jungkook’s eyes before he embraced you with a tight and quick hug that felt more fit for a friend rather than a person of his romantic interest. You respected his action either way, you also didn’t want to rush it. 

But who knew how long Jungkook or you would be able to control yourselves around each other.

A/N: And that is a suggestive teaser for what I have in store coming up in the future chapters! Be ready, loves. 

It’s finally here! Be warned, it’s explicit.

[borathae]

Pairing: Taehyung x n.Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Wordcount: 960

a/n: This is something to make you feel good, it's cheesy and doesn't have any sort of plotline but it is so, so comforting. If you feel like the world is crushing you in its cruel hands, I hope that this drabble can make you feel a little better 💜

"You've been out here the entire day. Don't you want to come inside?" he asks as he watches you sit in your rocking chair on your back porch. You almost seem like a statue, unmoving and frozen on the spot. It worries Taehyung, although he would never tell you that. It would make you feel guilty for worrying him. He doesn't want you to feel guilty. 

The evening is warm now that summer has finally come. The crickets sing their nightly songs, quiet and calming. The air smells of fresh hay and the blossoms of your little orange tree to your right. In the wide meadows, which surround your little cottage, thousands and thousands of fireflies buzz in the air, shining almost as brightly as the millions of stars so clearly on the dark night sky. 

It is a nice evening. It is supposed to be a nice evening and yet it isn't. 

Taehyung squats down next to you so he would get on eye level with you. He places his hand on your knee, thumb caressing your skin through the thin cotton blanket, which you had wrapped yourself up in. 

"My darling it's getting cold. Come on, let's go inside and warm ourselves. I made your favourite soup", he says quietly, eyes racing over your lifeless face. 

You can hear him talk and yet you don't really listen. It's your thoughts that are keeping you busy and occupied. Those troubling, burdening, painful thoughts of self-hatred and anxiety. 

Taehyung sighs deeply. 

"Make space darling", he says, pulling at your arm to get you off the chair. 

You let him pull you to your feet, too weak to fight back.  He sits down where you had been sitting, pulling you down on top of him a moment later. The rocking chair is big enough so you can make yourself comfortable on his lap, legs tangling over the armrest and head resting on his chest. His arm is around your body, holding you tightly as his fingers draw mindless figures on your back. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asks to which you nod your head slowly, “good.”

He starts rocking back and forth, the slow and steady feeling of it lulling you into a comfortable state of relaxation. It reminds you of the one time you and him took a paddleboat out onto the lake and let the waves carry you. You smile. That was such a nice day. 

Taehyung takes a deep breath, his heart speeds up for just a moment until he exhales and his pulse calms down again. You can hear it with your ear pressed to his chest, it is like a calming rhythm, repeating over and over again in a perfect pattern.  

"Do you know why fireflies glow?" he suddenly asks. 

You shake your head. 

"It's because of a chemical reaction in their bellies." 

"In their bellies?"

"Yep, they have a sort of organic compound in there and this reacts with oxygen which then makes them glow."

You snuggle closer to him, hugging his stomach. 

"Why do they do that?" you ask quietly.

"Glow?" Taehyung looks at you. 

You nod, "yeah."

"Well-", Taehyung looks back out at the meadow, "-some say it's to warn off predators, but many scientists think it's to attract a mate. It's like their own little love language."

You smile. You look up at him, drinking in his soft features. His hair has gotten so long over the last few months, curling at the ends and glowing almost ocean blue in the moonlight. The warm light of the thousands and thousands of fireflies reflect in his eyes, building constellations of utter beauty. 

"You think they glow to say I love you to their mate?" you know it is a silly question and every other person would have looked at you funny, but not Taehyung. He would never look at you funny. 

His face spills over in fondness when his eyes land on you.

"That could be very possible ", he pinches your cheek gently, "you might have successfully figured out the secret of fireflies."

You giggle, hiding your face in his chest.  

"Don't be silly", you mumble, feeling giddy in your stomach. 

Taehyung chuckles. He kisses the crown of your head, tightening his arms around you. 

"You know, if I would be a firefly I would illuminate the dark nights just so you could see how much I love you", he says. 

Your heart flutters in your chest. Your eyes fall closed before a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. 

"I'd be so bright that all the other fireflies would look like weak, little dots", he says, nuzzling his nose into your hair. 

"You'd even be brighter than the moon?"

"Of course, the moon would be nothing against me", he says with conviction, making you giggle.  

"You're so cheesy", you mumble, looking up at him.

Taehyung grins at you. He traces your nose with his fingertips, eyes spilling over in fondness. 

"Thank you Tae, you don't even know how much I needed this", you say with a sort of heaviness in your voice. 

Taehyung kisses your forehead.

"I figured. You know, if you feel like talking about the heavy stuff, I'm always here to listen", he whispers against your skin. 

"I know", you hug him tighter, "not tonight, just feeling like I'm not invisible to the world is enough for me."

Taehyung hums in understanding. 

"You're not invisible. In my world you are just as bright as all those fireflies. No, you’re even brighter", he says, making you giggle again. 

"God, you're so cheesy." 

"But it's helping you, so I won't stop. You're going to be lactose intolerant once I'm done with my cheesy anecdotes." 

You chuckle, hugging him tighter. 

"Can't wait."

[teampandawang]

BTS Reaction: getting to spend time with their crush

By: Mow 

Genre: Fluff 

RM

"Everyone understood?" Said the director.

He was giving the last instructions about the security system for the transport of the group to the hotel. It was the middle of the tour and this concert was at your home town, so you had plenty of instructions to follow and a lot of work to do guiding the group.

After the director finished, you went to take your place before the group's flight landed, waiting for them to follow the protocol. You were new at BigHit, and being quite young compared to the rest of the staff, you were working hard to show them the best of you.

When the group arrived, the manager instantly approached the leader.

"Namjoon, I need you to go straight to the car with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok. The first car in line is the one, there'll be a member of the staff. She is in charge during this stay, she's native from here. The others will go with me in the second car. Got it?" He said while walking through the airport.

"Got it, hyung. Thank you." Namjoon answered him and collected the rest of the guys to go.

The door of your car opened to reveal the members you were taking to the hotel.

"Noona!" Jungkook said happily after he got in the backseat.

"Hey, guys." You smiled at them. You had spent a lot of time with them during the few months you’ve been working, so you were actually kind of close.

"Y/N" Namjoon said. His heart beating faster, and a bright smile adorning his face.

Everyone knew there was a little thing going between you. Nothing had happened so far, but it was impossible to deny that there was something special. So you being in charge of stay close to them for the rest of the stay got Namjoon excited, and after you told him the news he didn't hide it.

"Then this is going to be the best stop in the entire tour." He said winking at you.

JIN

“Hyung, look there” Jungkook said smiling at Jin.

His gaze instantly followed the direction pointed by the maknae, curious of what had caught his attention. When he found the reason, his mouth curved on a sweet smile. You were standing in line to order at the same coffee shop they were. He didn’t think twice before standing from his spot, making its way to you. He had liked you for a while now, but because of his busy schedule, there had been no time for him to confess the way he wanted to, and that right time wasn’t coming soon. The tour was going to start the following week, and it was going to be very long. Just thinking about that fact, made shivers ran down his spine. What if you already found someone else by the time he came back? He couldn’t stand that, but he knew he also couldn’t just confess right then and there, having to leave you just after that for who knows how long, it wasn’t fair, not to you, not to him.

He was in the middle of the dilemma by the time he approached you. Your face turned to see his, taking him out of his thoughts.

“Jin! How are you?” You sang happily.

“Fine, what about you?” He said recovering the confidence who had runaway seconds ago when you met him.

“I’m actually great.” You said back, your initial smile becoming bigger. “Actually… I’ve something to tell you.”

“Really? I… kind of have something to say too, but go first.” He said while his hand reached the back of his neck.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, but I can’t hold it any longer.” You whispered playfully close to his ear. Your words making the shivers covered his skin once again.

“C’mon, tell me. Stop playing mysterious.”  He laughed, sending nerves to your body at the feeling of his breath so close to your skin.

You took a step back before continuing, probably with your cheeks getting color.

“I’m coming with you to the tour. I asked Bang PD a few weeks ago and he said there was no problem.” You finished expecting his reaction.

Jin, being the noise man he was, suddenly let out what he thought was a small scream, catching the attention of other customers. “You have no idea of how happy I am about that.”

“Me too! But what were you gonna say to me?” You asked with a curious expression on your face.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. You’ll find out on tour.” He said with a tone of cockiness in his voice.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” You protested.

“It’s worth the wait, believe me.” He told you before grabbing your hand to walk to the table with the other guys.

SUGA

It was past midnight when you saw the light escaping through the slot of the door, the Genius Lab door. At the other side of it, there was Yoongi, staying late one more night, composing. The thing was that you knew they were on rehearsals, how was it possible for him being awake?

You hadn't talked to him more than greetings, but you were totally concerned about his health. After been working for BigHit for a couple of months you were totally aware of how hard these guys worked every day, so, managed by the worried feeling inside your chest, you opened the door and walked in.

He was completely focused on something, he didn't realize you were there until he heard a voice asking him something. The moment he turned around and saw the owner of the voice he absolutely forgot what was asked.

'What is she doing here?' He asked himself. Suddenly the common nervousness filled his body. His mouth was open, ready to say an answer his brain couldn't find.

"Are you?" You repeated a little uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, what?" He said looking just as confused.

"I asked if you were okay. It's really late and you should go rest." You said softly, giving him a smile.

But this was the thing, that smile was the one he had been thinking about for a while, and was actually the main reason for his late night work. The words written on the paper above the desk were all about you, and he hadn't been able to sleep without taking the emotions out of his chest.

"I am suddenly a lot better." He confessed sweetly.

"Don't you want to rest? You seriously should." You insisted, seeing the tired expression he had.

"Don't worry, I will when I finish this." His heart warmed seeing how much you care.

"Then I'm staying with you until you're done." You said taking a seat on the extra chair. You weren't leaving until you were sure he would rest.

With your company he finished faster than he thought, your presence giving him the inspiration he needed to end the song. Every time the words got stuck, one glance at you was all he needed to continue.

J-HOPE

Your new dress fitted perfectly, the makeup was already done, and the only thing missing was your shoes. It was your birthday night, and your friends had planned a dinner for you at your favorite restaurant. You were really excited about seeing them again. Their schedule had just ended and they were starting vacations the next day. So wanting to spend as much time as you could with them tonight, you showed up at the place a little bit early.

Being honest, you were absolutely nervous, and the reason for it had a name, Hoseok. You were dying to see him.

Just before their comeback, you were about to confess to him, but you froze at the moment, and after it, there was no time. But the two months when they were too busy to even pick up their phone, just made your anxious feelings grow. Maybe it was because you saw each of their performances, and every time Hoseok winked or smiled at the camera, your heart skipped a beat.

The thing was that only one man was standing inside the restaurant, checking his clock for the tenth time since he had arrived, and it was because of the same reason. You had no idea of how much he wanted to take you to backstage, for you to see every performance, and to know that behind each smile, each wink, he was hoping for you to notice that it was for you.

After you entered the place, and the waiter showed you the table, your legs got shaky. Seeing him there, all alone, with flowers in his hand and a wonderful dinner for two made you feel like inside of a dream.

“Hoseok” You let out in shock. “What is all of these?”

“I-” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to surprise you, and well… I actually wanted to see you. I’ve been missing you a lot these months and thought it would be great to have you just for me tonight. I really hope you liked it.” He said hesitating, waiting for your answer.

“I love it.” You said through the biggest smile. “I’ve missed you a lot too.”

“And these are for you.” He said softly, giving you your favorite flowers.

“You are seriously amazing.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear without thinking about it twice.

“I hope you really mean that because all I want to do this vacations is to be with you.”

He took your sweet giggle as a yes, and his heart finally beat in peace, knowing he would get to see you a lot the following days.

JIMIN 

Today was a really busy one. It was the MAMA awards and you were missing one of your makeup assistants. As the person in charge of the makeup department, you immediately started working in a solution, the thing was that there was no way someone else could do Bangtan’s makeup, so you decided to fill the spot yourself, starting earlier with the boys.

While you were doing Jungkook's makeup, like you usually did, two eyes were stuck on you. Jimin always was looking at you, and every time he had the chance to meet you, you looked even prettier to him. Sadly he had just talked to you one time by himself, the rest of the guys were always there, interrupting him when he was about to approach you. He had been feeling attracted to you since you got into the company, and by now his crush on you was too big.

He was too focused on a way to finally speak to you, that he didn't listen the first time you called him.

“Jimin” You said again, this time taking him out of his thoughts.

“Y/N?” He asked confused at your call.

“Yes, I'm going to do your makeup now, so please come.” You told him with a smile.

He made his way to you, sitting softly on the chair, feeling a little nervous by finally being able to have a few minutes with you.

You started cleaning his skin. It was so soft that your fingers may have touched it a little longer than you were supposed to. The truth was that you had always thought he was handsome, and there had been more glances at him that what you wanted to admit.

“Your skin is beautiful.” You said, thinking he wasn't hearing you.

“Thank you.” He answered, blushing immediately at your compliment. “Yours too.”

You laughed a little, embarrassed that he heard what you said, and flustered by his response. He laughed too, but inside he was cursing himself for not had said something else.

“Y/N” He continued then. “I think you're… really good, you know, at makeup.”  

“Well, I'm glad, that's my job.” You said jokingly.

“What I mean is… would you keep doing mine? Please.” He said biting his bottom lip.

His eyes catch yours and your heart raised his speed. ‘Damn, they are beautiful’ you thought. Your cheeks started turning pink at his intense gaze.

“Of course, if you want to.” You said with a smirk.

“I would love to.” He said smiling at you before landing his gaze on the mirror, looking at you and your work.  

He was absolutely happy. Maybe he wasn't able to tell you what he felt today, but at least he was sure there would be lots of time after, and he wasn't planning on wasting it.

V

He was a talker, a little social butterfly, and regardless of how close you got with the entire group, he still felt tied when he was in front of you all by himself. When the members were around, he let all out, but when they were gone, and he felt your gaze only on him, something inside him couldn't help but grow shy.

That was very unlike him, and because of that, each member was aware of his crush. So when the chance came, they took it.

You were at camping with them and a couple of other friends during their free time. When the darkness covered the sky, everyone took sit around the fire to decide how were you all going to sleep. The thing was, it had to be in couples, and the members had a whole plan with that.

Namjoon suddenly said he had already thought about it, and started reading how he organized everyone. They all agreed comfortably, except Taehyung. He was frozen. Did they really have to put you with him? He asked them after everyone split up.

“I don't see her complaining, do you?” Jungkook asked him teasingly.

“I seriously don't like you guys.” He answered before making his way to you. “Y/N, hi.” He said, softly playing with his hands, looking you from above.

“Hi! Don't you want to sit down?” You invited him smiling. That precious smile driving him more nervous.

“Sure, thank you.” A polite but insecure smirk across his face. “I wanted to ask… do you feel comfortable? You know, sleeping with me?” He suddenly opened wide his eyes and clarified. “In the same tent, I mean!”

You laughed playfully at his struggle before answering him.

“Of course. I've been wanting to know you more. An entire night talking with you sounds great to me.” You said honestly. Your cheeks getting pink immediately.

“Really?” He knew his cheeks were on fire as well. “I've been wanting the same thing.”

That night he finally broke the chains, he freed himself in front of you, and you did the same. Before you could tell, the sunlight entered through the tent, but neither of you minded it. It had been one of the best nights both had, and hopefully, it was the first one of many.

JUNGKOOK 

Orange sparkles were already covering the sky, the sun skimming the horizon. You were immersed in your game, your eyes stuck on the tv for two hours straight by now, when your ears got to hear the third ring on your door. When you were about to open it, the knocks grew on intensity. Fastly you finally opened, now worried about what was that.

“Oh my God! Jungkook! Are you trying to tear down my door or something?” You asked kind of relief that it was him.

“No, but I’ve been knocking for 10 minutes now. I thought something had happened to you!” He said taking one hand to his chest, feeling relief himself. “Why weren’t you answering?”

“I’m sorry.” You said laughing a little, realizing how concentrated you were a couple minutes ago. “Come inside.” You told him, closing the door behind him.

“So… what where you doing?” He asked again, curious.

“Follow me, I’ll show you.” You said taking his hand and walking to the studio.

The contact of your skin send electricity through Jungkook’s body, a gulp got caught on his throat after he realized he was all alone with you, that had never happened before, and maybe that was the reason of his nervousness.

But the moment he saw the screen, all his attention went instantly to the game you were playing.  

“This is why. Sorry, it’s just that I’m about to finish this.” You said taking sit, the control once again in your hands, and the start bottom being pressed again.

“I didn’t know you played!” He let out in a small scream of excitement.

He took sit right next to you, and before any of you notice, one control and a single pack of snacks turned into two and three large pizzas.

The rest of the day went by without your eyes to see it, both of you were to busy playing until Jungkook turned his head to the side, his eyes scanning your focused face, your movements, the way you bitted your lip when the things were getting hard, and the big smile you gave when you finally passed the difficult spot. Right there it hit him, he wasn’t nervous before because he was all alone, it was simply because of you, because of your hand on his, because right at that moment, looking at you, he realized he liked you, a lot, and that he had spent the whole day by your side doing something he loved.

This was going to be his favorite activity for now on. The simple thought of being with you sending shivers down his spine, and putting a big smile on his face.

[teampandawang]

BTS Headcanon: Jungkook as your boyfriend

By: Aria

Genre: Fluff // Suggestive

- Not really a shy boy

- He's the bad influence who wants you to leave your homeworks and come to spend some time together

- Loves when you act as the fangirl you are with them

- and gives you reasons to do it 

- Sings lullabies while you're falling asleep

- cause your his baby, despite everything

- Acts like a director when he’s filming you for his G.C.F’s

- Video game's dates are a must

- Takes you to the gym with him daily

- It is normal for you to have soft MMA fights 

- that doesn't ended up exactly in a knock out

- Imitating your voice is his favorite sport

- Loves taking you on his shoulders as a bag or carrying you as a baby

- Gets sleepy while cuddling

- and loves when you hug him tightly

- Takes you out to try all the possible restaurants he found in Seoul

- Sends you pics with all the members 24/7 when his off on tour

- Loves taking you to his dance practices

- Loves going with PDA for  discomforting his Hyungs

- so you're used to the: "Jungkookie, please take care of you two. We don't want our baby's babies yet. " of the other members