#bts taehyung

[anotherbtsffwriter]

foreign | jimin x reader

→ summary: y/n thought she had prepared for everything—new culture, new language, and a dream scholarship that would change her life. but she hadn’t counted on him—jimin park, the bad boy of seoul university, whose sharp words and colder gaze pierced deeper than she ever imagined.

→ genre: 50% angst, 50% fluff

→ warnings: cursing, kissing (no smut)

→ wordcount: 13.4k

Y/N looked over the crowded terminal, her heart racing as the final boarding call for her flight to Seoul echoed through the airport. "This is it," she murmured to herself, her eyes scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. She clutched her backpack tightly, feeling the weight of her future pressing against her shoulders. A full-ride scholarship to study neuroscience at a prestigious university in South Korea – it was an opportunity she had only dreamed of.

Stepping into the bustling college campus for the first time, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and dread. The buildings were sleek and modern, a stark contrast to the comforting, worn-out brick walls of her high school back in New Jersey. She had studied Korean culture and language tirelessly for months, but nothing could have prepared her for the wave of new sights, sounds, and smells that washed over her. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of kimchi and street food, a sharp contrast to the fast-food fumes she was accustomed to.

Her first week was a blur of orientation sessions and awkward introductions. She tried to blend in with her classmates, who all seemed to glide through the social scene with an ease she could only envy. They chattered in their native tongue, their laughter musical and untouchable. But amidst the throngs of confident students, she remained a wallflower, her shyness and cultural inexperience a barricade she hadn't anticipated.

Then, the fateful collision occurred. Y/N was hurrying to her dorm, her nose buried in a map, when she plowed into a solid wall of muscle and attitude. Her books scattered across the tiles, and she looked up to find herself face to face with Jimin Park, the notorious bad boy of the school. His jet-black hair fell into his piercing eyes, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. She recognized him immediately from the school's promotional videos and the whispers that trailed him like shadows.

"Go back to where you came from," he drawled in a mix of English and Korean, his accent thick and unapologetic.

Y/N's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she scrambled to gather her books. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move with a twisted amusement. His two friends, Taehyung and Jungkook, stood nearby, snickering under their breath. They were the epitome of popularity, with their designer clothes and perfectly styled hair, and she was the epitome of an easy target.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely audible above the din of the hallway. "I didn't see you."

Jimin's smirk grew wider as he took a step closer, his towering presence making her shrink back. "You're the new foreign exchange student, right?" His English was flawless, but his tone was anything but welcoming.

Y/N nodded, her eyes fixed on the ground as she continued to pick up her scattered papers. She could feel the eyes of his friends on her, their laughter growing louder as she fumbled with her books.

"What's your name?" Jimin asked, his tone dripping with condescension."Y/N," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Jimin said, "When I heard an American was coming, I thought they meant a sexy foreign girl I could fuck with. Life sucks, man. I got the opposite."

Taehyung and Jungkook burst into laughter, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard to Y/N's ears. She felt the sting of his words deep in her chest, but she refused to let them see her pain. Instead, she straightened up, her eyes meeting his with a newfound resolve.

"I'm here to study, not to be your entertainment." She said it firmly, her voice stronger than she felt.

Jimin was clearly angry now, "I don't wanna see your ugly face ever again, got it?" he sneered, and Y/N nodded, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. As she turned to leave, Jungkook reached out and tugged at a loose strand of her hair. "Looks like a bird's nest," he chuckled, and the trio continued their taunts as she rushed away, her eyes blurred with unshed tears.

The rest of the semester was a nightmare of whispers and sneers. Every hallway she walked down, every corner she turned, she could feel their eyes on her, waiting for another opportunity to pounce. They would often trip her or knock her books out of her hands, leaving her to pick them up while they walked away laughing. Y/N tried to ignore them, but their cruel jibes about her skin and hair cut deep, bringing back painful memories of childhood bullying.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N found refuge in the university's library, her sanctuary amidst the storm. She sat at a desk, her nose buried in a textbook, when she heard the unmistakable sound of their footsteps approaching. Her heart sank, and she wished she could just disappear into the stacks of books surrounding her.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jimin announced, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he and his entourage approached her table.

Y/N gritted her teeth and kept her focus on the text in front of her, hoping they would just leave her alone. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. Not with them.

"Hey, earth to bitch," Jimin's voice was too close for comfort, and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes from the book, her gaze meeting his. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

Jimin leaned against the table, his arms folded over his chest. "Just checking that you're miserable before I leave."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I am, thank you for your concern."

Jungkook smirked, "Why don't you just go? You're clearly not welcome here."

Y/N felt her temper flare, but she bit her tongue, knowing that any reaction would only fuel their amusement. Instead, she slammed her book shut and gathered her things, deciding to leave the library before she lost her composure.

As she turned to go, her bag knocked over a pile of neatly stacked papers on the edge of the table. Before she could apologize, Jimin had grabbed her arm, his grip tight and painful. "Look what you did," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're so clumsy."

Y/N felt a surge of anger, but she knew better than to argue. She bent down to pick up the papers, her heart racing as the rain outside mirrored her inner turmoil. The pages were wet and sticky from the moisture in the air, and she felt the weight of their stares as she gathered them up. As she straightened, she accidentally brushed against Jimin's leg, and his eyes flashed with something that looked almost like disgust.

"Don't touch me," he hissed, pushing her away.

Y/N stumbled back, her heart racing as she clutched the soggy papers to her chest. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears. She had never felt so small and insignificant.

"You're always sorry," Taehyung sneered, stepping closer. "But you know what? You're just asking for it, walking around here like you own the place."

Y/N took a deep breath, fighting the urge to scream at them. Instead, she held up the wet papers calmly. "I'm just trying to clean up what I knocked over."

Jimin's grip on her arm tightened. "You think being sorry makes it okay?" He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You're the one who doesn't belong here, not us."

Y/N's eyes watered as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll leave you alone." She turned to go, but Jimin's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her back.

"Not so fast, Y/N," he said with a cruel smile, enjoying the fear in her eyes. "You're going to learn to show some respect around here."

Y/N winced as he tugged on her hair, trying to keep her balance. She could feel the sting of his grip, but she refused to give in to the tears that threatened to fall. "I've done nothing but respect everyone here," she said, her voice shaking with the effort to stay calm.

"That's not what I see," Jimin retorted, pulling her closer. "No one wants you here."

Y/N felt a spark of rebellion ignite within her. She had worked too hard, come too far, to let these bullies ruin her dream. With a sudden jerk, she pulled free from his grasp, her hair momentarily tangled in his fingers before it bounced back into place. "Let go of me," she said firmly, her voice surprisingly steady. "If you don't like me, then stop fucking annoying me."

Jimin's smirk faltered, his grip loosening slightly. Y/N took the opportunity to step back, placing the table between them. She could see the surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a flash of anger. "You're going to regret this," he growled, his grip tightening again.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, but she met his gaze with a fiery determination. "I doubt it," she replied, her voice stronger than she felt. "You're the one who's going to regret it if you don't get out of my fucking face right now, you little shit."

For a moment, Jimin looked taken aback by her sudden spurt of courage. Then, his smirk returned, but it was more predatory than amused. "You think you're tough, huh?" He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "We'll see about that."

Y/N's heart raced as she backed away, the cold library floor tiles a stark reminder of the reality of her situation. "Just leave me alone," she said.

But Jimin wasn't in the mood to listen. He lunged across the table, his hand reaching for her, his eyes glinting with malice. In a flash, Y/N felt the panic rise within her, and she did the only thing she could think of – she shoved the heavy textbook into his face, sending him stumbling backward. The room fell silent except for the pitter-patter of rain outside and the heavy breathing of the four of them.

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at Jimin in shock, their amusement replaced with a flicker of concern. Jimin's nose was red and possibly broken, a thin trickle of blood escaping from one nostril. He touched it gingerly, his eyes never leaving hers, his expression morphing from shock to anger. "You bitch," he spat, his voice thick with the promise of retribution.

Y/N didn't wait for a second attack. She dashed out of the library, the sound of their curses and footsteps echoing behind her. Rain pelted her face, mixing with the tears that finally fell. She had never felt more alone and scared in her life.

The next day, she found herself in the dean's office, her heart racing as she waited for her fate to be decided. The air was thick with tension as Jimin sat across from her, his nose swollen and bruised, a clear declaration of war etched into his features. He smirked as she entered, a sense of victory already in his eyes.

The dean, a stern woman with a no-nonsense attitude, peered over her glasses at the two of them. "Mr. Park has accused you of assault, Ms. Y/N," she said, her voice cold and unwavering. "Is there anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

Y/N's mind raced. How had it come to this? She had only defended herself, but the fear of losing her scholarship made her palms sweat. "It was an accident," she managed to croak out. "I was just trying to keep him away from me."

Jimin sneered, the bruises on his face a stark testament to their confrontation. "Accident?" He spat the word like it was poison. "You're just a violent foreigner who can't handle a little teasing."

Y/N felt the room closing in on her, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The dean's gaze was unreadable as she studied the textbook still clutched in Y/N's trembling hand. The silence was suffocating until she finally spoke. "Ms. Y/N, it appears that you have a serious anger management issue. Your scholarship is hereby revoked, and you are no longer welcome at our institution."

The words hit Y/N like a ton of bricks, the reality of her situation sinking in. She had worked so hard, dreamed so long, and it was all slipping away because of a single, desperate act of self-defense. "But-but I didn't mean to," she stammered, the tears now flowing freely.

The dean's expression didn't waver. "I understand your situation, Ms. Y/N, but the school has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. We cannot have students attacking one another, regardless of the circumstances."

Y/N's world spun as the dean's words sank in. "Please," she begged, "I've worked so hard to be here. I'll do anything to make it right."

The dean's face remained a mask of disapproval. "Your actions have consequences, Ms. Y/N. You will need to find another institution to pursue your studies."

Y/N felt the floor drop out from under her. "But, I've done nothing but study," she protested, her voice trembling with the effort to remain calm. "They've been bullying me since the first day."

The dean's eyes narrowed, "Bullying is a serious allegation, Ms. Y/N. If you had reported these incidents earlier, we could have taken action. However, assaulting a fellow student is unacceptable."

Y/N felt the room spin around her as the finality of the situation set in. "But," she started to protest, only to be silenced by the dean's raised hand.

"Your scholarship is revoked, and you are to vacate the dormitory within the next 24 hours," the dean said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I suggest you contact the authorities and your embassy to resolve any issues regarding your stay in the country."

Y/N nodded numbly, the room spinning around her as she processed the words. Her dreams, her scholarship, her future - all gone in an instant. She stumbled out of the office, her vision blurred by tears, and collided with the very person who had ruined everything: Jimin. He leaned against the hallway wall, his nose still a mess of bruises and swelling. His smirk was back in full force, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Looks like you're going home now, Y/N," he jeered, his voice nasally from his injury. "Back to your little cage where you won't bother anyone."

Y/N felt the sting of his words, but she didn't let it show. She wiped her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, her voice surprisingly firm. "I'm going to stay and prove that I deserve to be here."

Jimin's smirk wavered, and she could see a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He hadn't expected her to fight back. He had probably thought she'd slink away with her tail between her legs, defeated and humiliated. But she wasn't that girl anymore.

Y/N took a step closer to him, her voice low and determined. "I'm not going anywhere, son of a bitch. And if you or your pathetic little friends try to bully me again, I'll make sure the whole school knows just what kind of people you really are."

Jimin's smirk disappeared, replaced by a snarl. "You think you can threaten me?" He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're expelled, Y/N."

Y/N squared her shoulders. "For now."

As she made her way to her dorm, the reality of her situation began to sink in. She had to find a place to live, and fast. Her savings would only last her a few months if she was frugal, so she immediately started looking for a small apartment in Seoul. After a day of searching, she found a cramped, yet affordable studio in a bustling area not too far from the university.

Y/N moved her meager belongings into her new home, feeling a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. The walls were paper-thin, and she could hear the laughter and music from the neighboring apartments. But it was a start, a new beginning in a place she hadn't planned to be.

Her first day at the community college was nerve-wracking, but she found comfort in the anonymity it offered. The students were a mix of young and old, all eager to learn, and she felt less like a target here. Her English classes were surprisingly easy, but she struggled with the Korean ones, her high school education not quite preparing her for the rapid-fire speech that filled the classrooms. But she was determined to master it, to make her way in this foreign country that had become her new home.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked into the job fair held in the college's gym. She had her resume printed in both English and Korean, her heart racing as she approached the various booths. The smell of cheap cologne and desperation filled the air, but she focused on the opportunities laid out before her. She had to find a job that would pay enough to keep her afloat without taking too much time away from her studies.

Her eyes scanned the rows of potential employers, her heart skipping a beat when she spotted a booth for a local café that was known for hiring students. She approached with cautious optimism, her English resume in hand. "Annyeonghaseyo," she greeted the café owner, a middle-aged man with a warm smile. "I'm looking for a part-time job."

The man's eyes lit up as he took her resume, flipping through it with a nod. "Ah, you speak Korean," he said, his accent thick but his smile genuine. "Very good. We can always use hardworking students. Can you start tomorrow?"

Y/N nodded, a sense of relief flooding through her. "Yes, I can."

The next day, she arrived at the café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods greeting her as she stepped through the door. She was met with a bustle of activity as the owner, Mr. Kim, rushed around, his eyes darting between the clock and the line of customers that snaked around the counter. "Ah, Y/N-ssi," he called out, his smile welcoming. "You're here. Good. We're short-staffed today."

Y/N nodded, her stomach fluttering with nerves. She had hoped for a chance to serve customers, to practice her Korean and make friends. But when Mr. Kim handed her a mop and a bucket, she realized her job was far from glamorous. "You'll start with cleaning the bathroom and then move on to the floors," he instructed, his voice kind but firm.

The bathroom was small, but it was a battleground of smells and stains. Y/N took a deep breath and began her task, scrubbing at the toilet with a determination she had never felt before. She had always been a neat freak, but this was a whole new level of cleanliness she had to maintain. The grout was stained with what she hoped was just coffee, and the mirrors were smeared with fingerprints and god-knows-what else.

As she worked, she couldn't help but think about her new life. She had always been the smart girl, the one who studied too much and never had time for parties. Now she was in a foreign country, cleaning toilets and fighting for her place. It was a humbling experience, but she knew it was only temporary. Her dreams of becoming a neuroscientist hadn't disappeared just because she was no longer at that prestigious university.

Y/N scrubbed the last of the grime from the floor tiles and stood up, her back aching from the unfamiliar labor. She took a step back to survey her work, pride blooming in her chest. The bathroom gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, cleaner than it had been when she first set foot inside. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the café. Her hair was a messy bun, strands escaping to stick to her sweaty forehead, and her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her toned forearms.

As she exited the bathroom, she collided with a pair of dark, piercing eyes that sent a cold shock down her spine. Jimin Park. Here, in this café. Working. Of all places. The shock on his face told her he hadn't missed the irony either. He was leaning against the cash register, his arms folded over his chest, looking as put-together as ever in a crisp, black polo with the café's logo. His bruises from their altercation in the library had almost faded, but the memory of their encounter was as fresh as if it had just happened.

"Well, well, well," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "What the fuck are you still doing in Seoul?"

Y/N felt her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She had hoped she'd never have to see him again. "I'm working, duh," she said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some dignity.

"Working?" Jimin's smirk grew wider as he glanced around the café. "Looks like you've really made it, Y/N. From scholarship student to toilet cleaner." His words stung, but she refused to let him see her pain.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging within her. "I'd rather clean toilets than have to deal with your shit," she shot back, her voice surprisingly steady.

She turned away from him, focusing on the task at hand. The rest of the day was a blur of steaming milk and wiping down counters, serving customers with a forced smile while his words echoed in her mind. But she had survived worse, and she wasn't about to let him ruin this for her too.

As the café emptied out and the evening shift approached, Jimin couldn't help but watch Y/N from the corner of his eye. She moved with a grace that was surprising for someone in her position, her hands quick and sure as she cleaned and organized. Her sweat-dampened hair clung to her neck, and her clothes were wrinkled from the physical exertion. It was a stark contrast to the put-together image she had always presented at the university, and something about it made him feel... strange.

He found himself missing the easy target she had been, the way she would blush and stumble over her words when he teased her. But seeing her here, working so hard, something had shifted. The satisfaction he had felt when he had her expelled was now tinged with an emotion he hadn't expected – guilt. He had never really thought about the consequences of his actions before, but now, watching her struggle to keep her head above water, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had gone too far.

The days turned into weeks, and their encounters at the café grew more frequent. Despite their history, they found themselves working in a tense harmony, both driven by the need for money. Y/N ignored his taunts and focused on her job, proving to be a quick learner and an asset to Mr. Kim. Her dedication was evident, and Jimin couldn't help but begrudgingly respect her for it.

One evening, as they were closing up, it was just Y/N and Jimin left on the clean up shift. Y/N felt a sudden wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks. Her stomach cramped and her vision swam as she realized she had food poisoning from the dubious street food she had eaten earlier that day. She bolted for the bathroom, ignoring Jimin's jeers, and barely made it to the toilet before she started retching. Her body was on fire, her skin slick with a cold sweat as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the bowl.

Jimin, who had followed her out of curiosity, heard the sounds of her distress and paused, his smirk fading. He had seen her sick before, but this was different - she was in agony. He cautiously approached, his heart thumping in his chest, unsure of what to do. When he saw her hunched over the toilet, her body convulsing with each heave, something within him shifted. He stepped forward and gently rubbed her back, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles.

Y/N was too sick to protest or even acknowledge his presence, but she felt the warmth of his touch seep through her shirt, offering a small comfort amidst the chaos in her stomach. The coolness of the tiles against her forehead was a stark contrast to the fever that raged within her. She threw up until there was nothing left, her body shaking with the effort.

When the heaving finally subsided, she leaned against the cold porcelain, her eyes closed. She didn't know how long she stayed there, but eventually, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. "You okay?" Jimin's voice was uncharacteristically soft, the mockery nowhere to be found.

Y/N pushed him away, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "I'm fine," she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from the vomiting. She didn't want his pity or his help, not after all he had done.

Jimin took a step back, his eyes searching hers for any hint of the anger that had always been there before. But all he saw was pain and exhaustion. He had never seen her like this, so vulnerable and defeated. It was a stark reminder that she was just a person, not the invincible nerd he had made her out to be in his mind.

"Here," he said, holding out a bottle of water and a wet cloth. "Mr. Kim keeps these for emergencies."

Y/N took them with a nod, her trembling hand barely managing to uncap the water. She took a tentative sip, the cool liquid soothing her raw throat. "Mhmmhm," she murmured.

Jimin hovered for a moment before retreating, his gaze lingering on her. Y/N could feel his eyes on her, but she was too drained to care. She took a few more sips, the water helping to settle her stomach. As she rinsed her mouth and splashed some on her face, she felt the first stirrings of anger. How dare he act like he cared? She was just a pawn in his sick game of power and dominance.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Jimin wiping down the last of the tables. "Go home," he said without looking up. "I'll finish up here."

Y/N felt a flare of anger, "I'm not leaving," she protested, "And you suck at cleaning."

Jimin was tired of her bullshit. "I said I've got it," he said firmly. "And I'm good at cleaning."

Y/N glared at him, but she was in no condition to argue. She nodded and made her way to the back, collapsing into a chair. Her head was spinning, and she couldn't help but feel the weight of her situation crashing down on her. Here she was, an expelled scholar, working a minimum-wage job, and getting sick from the very food she had to eat to save money. It wasn't the life she had envisioned, but it was the one she had to live.

Jimin watched her, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. He had never seen anyone endure so much without breaking. It was as if she had a well of strength that seemed bottomless, and it was something he hadn't anticipated. He had always seen her as weak, an easy target, but she had proven him wrong time and time again.

As he finished up the last of the cleaning, he couldn't shake the image of Y/N's pained expression in the bathroom. He had never felt like this before, and it was disconcerting. He had always enjoyed the power he wielded over others, the fear and submission in their eyes as he pushed them around. But with Y/N, it was different. He didn't want to see her hurt, not like this. Why the fuck did he actually care?

The next day, Y/N arrived at work, looking paler than usual but determined. She avoided Jimin's gaze, focusing on her tasks. But when she stumbled, dropping a tray of dirty dishes, he was there, catching her before she could hit the floor. His hands were firm but gentle, and for a moment, she forgot to hate him.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyes genuinely concerned.

Y/N nodded, pulling away from his grasp. "Yes," she lied, not wanting him to know that she actually had an intense fever but needed the money so she still came to work.

Mr. Kim noticed the exchange and approached them, his eyes filled with worry. "Y/N, you don't look well. Maybe you should take a sick day?"

Y/N forced a smile. "I'm not sick," she said, her voice strained.

Mr. Kim's concern was palpable, but she knew she couldn't afford to miss a shift. She had bills to pay, a future to fight for, and a vendetta to settle. Jimin's eyes searched hers for the truth she was so desperately trying to hide. "You look like you could use a break," he murmured, his voice softer than she had ever heard it.

Y/N swallowed hard, the fever making her lightheaded. "I said I'm fine," she snapped, pulling away from his touch. She didn't need his pity, especially not now. She turned to the kitchen, her steps unsteady as she began to prep for the lunch rush.

Throughout the day, Jimin watched Y/N from his position behind the cash register, his eyes narrowed as she moved with a newfound fragility. The sight of her in pain had stirred something within him, something he didn't quite understand. As the hours passed, her fever grew worse, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, but she refused to go home.

"You should rest," he said again, his voice low so Mr. Kim wouldn't hear. "You're not doing anyone any good like this."

Y/N's eyes flashed with irritation. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. Instead, he went back to his work, his mind racing. He had never seen Y/N so vulnerable, and it was messing with his head. He had always enjoyed pushing her buttons, watching her squirm under his gaze, but this was different. This was real.

As the day grew later, the café grew busier, and Y/N's condition worsened. Her hands shook as she tried to take orders, and she had to lean against the counter to stay upright. Jimin saw the customers eyeing her with concern, and he knew he couldn't ignore it anymore. He approached Mr. Kim, speaking rapidly in Korean.

Mr. Kim's eyes widened, and he looked over at Y/N, who was now visibly shivering. "Y/N," he called out, his tone filled with worry. "You should go home."

Y/N's eyes widened in panic. "No, I can't," she protested, her teeth chattering. "I can't miss work."

Mr. Kim's expression softened. "You're obviously sick. You need to rest."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears of frustration. "But I can't," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I need the money."

Jimin stepped forward, surprising both Y/N and Mr. Kim. "I'll cover her shift. Give her the money," he said, his tone firm. "Send her home."

Y/N's eyes met Jimin's, a mix of anger and disbelief. She didn't want his charity, but her body was failing her. With a defeated nod, she gathered her things and stumbled out the door.

The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face, and she leaned against the café's brick wall, trying to catch her breath. She could feel the fever burning through her, making the world swim around her. Just as she was about to step away, a hand grabbed her elbow, steadying her.

"I'll drive you home," Jimin said, his voice gruff.

Y/N's eyes narrowed. "But you're on duty right now."

"Mr. Kim said I could take a short break," Jimin said, his grip firm. "Where do you live?"

Y/N hesitated before rattling off her address. She was in no condition to argue. Jimin led her to a  car parked outside, his eyes never leaving hers. He helped her into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. The car's engine roared to life, and she felt a strange mix of fear and gratitude.

During the drive, they remained silent. The tension in the car was palpable, thick like the humid air outside. Y/N's eyes closed as she leaned back against the seat, trying to ignore the waves of nausea that continued to wash over her. She could feel the heat radiating off her body, and she knew she was burning up.

When they arrived at her apartment, Jimin turned to her, his expression unreadable. "What made you think you could fucking work like this?" he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N couldn't hear him. The beeping in her head was too loud, the world too wobbly. She reached for the door handle, but her hand was a trembling mess, and she couldn't get a grip. Jimin sighed, his eyes flashing with something she didn't recognize. He opened the door for her, and she stumbled out into the night. The cool air was a slap in the face, but it didn't help the fever burning through her.

He took her arm again, leading her to her apartment. She could feel the heat coming off of him, could hear the steady thump of his heart. It was the only constant in the chaos. When they reached her door, she fumbled with the keys, dropping them once before finally getting them into the lock. He stepped in, turning on lights and taking in the tiny space with a sweeping glance.

"Bed," he said, and she nodded. The apartment was a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, textbooks and notes scattered across the bed. He helped her to it, pulling back the covers and waiting for her to crawl in. She was shivering now, her teeth chattering as the fever took hold.

Jimin hovered, unsure of what to do. He had never felt so out of place, so... helpless. "I'll get you some water," he said finally, retreating to the kitchen. He found a glass and filled it from the tap, the cold liquid sloshing over his fingers. He brought it back to her, setting it on the bedside table.

Y/N's eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. He studied her for a moment, taking in her flushed cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her forehead. He had never seen her like this, so small and fragile. It was a stark contrast to the fiery girl who had fought back against him in the library. He didn't know what to do with this newfound... concern.

With a sigh, he reached out and touched her forehead. "You're burning up," he murmured. "Do you have any medicine?"

Y/N nodded weakly, pointing to a small, cluttered desk in the corner of the room. Jimin moved with surprising gentleness, rummaging through the drawers until he found a bottle of ibuprofen. He read the label and then handed her two pills along with the water. "Take these," he instructed, his voice softer than she had ever heard it before.

Y/N complied, the bitterness of the pills doing little to mask the metallic taste in her mouth. She lay back, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. For the first time since she had known him, Jimin didn't seem like the monster she had painted him to be. He was just a boy, a confused one, but a boy nonetheless.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice weak and barely audible.

Jimin nodded, his hand hovering over her forehead before he pulled it back. "Get some rest," he said gruffly.

Y/N watched him leave, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. She didn't know why he had helped her, but she was too tired to analyze it. She swallowed the pills and took a sip of water, the cold liquid feeling like a lifeline in her parched throat. As she lay there, her mind drifted to her new life in Seoul - the bullying, the isolation, and now, this strange bond forming with the very person who had made her existence a living hell.

Back at the café, Jimin felt restless. He had never felt this way before. He had always enjoyed his role as the school's bad boy, but now, the thought of her suffering because of him was like a rock in his stomach. He moved through the motions of his work, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought about her lying in her bed, sweating and shivering. It was a stark contrast to the fiery girl who had stood up to him in the library.

He couldn't shake the image of her leaning against the toilet, so much pain in her eyes. It was as if she was fighting a battle he hadn't even known existed. And for what? For a scholarship that he had stolen from her, for a life he had made hell. As he wiped down the counters, his thoughts swirled. Why did he care? Why did he feel guilty?

After his shift ended, Jimin found himself driving back to Y/N's apartment. The night was quiet, the streets of Seoul bustling with life despite the late hour. He took the stairs two at a time, his heart racing. He didn't know what he would say, or what he wanted to do. He just knew he had to see her.

He knocked softly on the door, his knuckles brushing against the cool wood. There was no answer. He tried the handle, finding it unlocked. Slowly, he pushed the door open, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room. She was there, curled up in a fetal position, her face flushed with fever. The sight of her made his stomach twist in a way that was unfamiliar to him.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur. He approached the bed, his footsteps silent on the worn-out carpet. He sat on the edge, his eyes tracing the contours of her face, the dampness of her hair sticking to her forehead. Her breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. He felt a strange urge to reach out and brush the hair from her eyes, but his hand hovered in the air, unsure of the gesture.

Jimin had seen her in various states of distress before, but this was different. This wasn't the product of his cruel games; this was real, tangible pain, and it weighed on him. He had never felt responsible for her before, never considered the toll his actions could have on someone else's well-being. But as he sat there, watching her battle the fever that consumed her, he couldn't ignore the burgeoning sense of... responsibility? Compassion?

He leaned over and placed a tentative hand on her forehead, feeling the blazing heat radiating from her body. He had never felt so powerless, so out of his element. All his bravado, his tough exterior, it was all for show. In that moment, he was just a boy, scared for someone he had never allowed himself to care about.

Jimin didn't want to wake her up. She needed rest more than anything. He knew that. So, he tiptoed to the mini fridge in the kitchen corner, his eyes scanning the shelves for anything that could help. That's when he saw it - a small ice pack. He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around the pack, creating a barrier between the cold and her delicate skin.

Moving back to the bed, he placed the makeshift compress on Y/N's forehead with the gentlest touch he could manage. He watched her closely, waiting for any signs of discomfort or agitation. But she remained still, her breathing shallow and fast. With his free hand, he began to rub circles on her back, his thumb pressing gently into the tense muscles between her shoulder blades.

Y/N's shivering began to subside under his ministrations, the ice pack providing a blessed relief from the fever that was consuming her. Her breathing evened out, and she let out a soft sigh, unconsciously leaning into his touch. Jimin felt something uncoil in his chest at the sound. It was soothing, almost... comforting. He had never felt like this before. It was as if, in her weakness, she had unwittingly stripped away the layers of his armor, revealing a part of himself he had never allowed anyone to see.

For hours, he sat there, his hand never leaving her back, his eyes never leaving her face. He watched the fever slowly recede, the tension in her body loosening with each passing minute. As the night grew darker, his mind raced with thoughts he had never allowed himself to entertain. He had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of their interactions. But now, as he cared for her in silence, he felt... human.

At dawn, Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked up at him, confusion swirling in her gaze. "What are you doing here?" she croaked, her voice raw from dehydration.

Jimin leaned back, his hand falling away from her back. "I... I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, his voice gruff. He didn't know what else to say. He had never felt the need to explain himself to anyone, but with her, it was different.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes still glassy with fever. "Thank you," she murmured, the words seemingly pulled from the depths of her exhausted body.

Jimin's heart stuttered in his chest, the sincerity in her voice catching him off guard. He had never received anything but anger and defiance from her. "It's...no big deal," he said, trying to play it cool.

Y/N pushed herself up onto her elbows, wincing at the pain that shot through her body. "I'm fine now, so you can leave."

Jimin studied her, his eyes searching for any signs of deceit in her words. "You don't look fine," he said bluntly. "Stop lying."

Y/N sighed, her body aching with every movement. "Whatever," she mumbled, collapsing back onto the bed.

Jimin's expression softened, his hand reaching for the ice pack. "Let me get you some more water," he said, standing up.

Y/N nodded, her eyes drifting shut again. As he moved to the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of something she didn't quite understand. It was almost as if he... cared. But that was ridiculous. He was Jimin Park, the school's resident bully. He didn't care about anyone but himself. She had never been take care of before, not like this. It was a strange, disconcerting feeling.

Jimin returned with a fresh glass of water. He helped her sit up, holding the glass to her lips. "Drink," he urged, his voice softer than she had ever heard it.

Y/N took a tentative sip, the cold liquid soothing her parched throat. She couldn't believe he was still here, taking care of her. "Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse.

Jimin nodded, his gaze never leaving her face. "You need to to eat something. You can't fight this on an empty stomach."

Y/N's stomach growled, "There's some apples in the kitchen."

Jimin's brow furrowed. "That's not enough. I'll go get you something."

Y/N didn't protest, too weak to argue. She watched him leave, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence was eerie after the chaos of the fever, but she found comfort in the quiet. She knew she should be wary of Jimin, should be hating him for all he had done, but she couldn't summon the strength. Instead, she lay there, contemplating the unexpected turn of events.

When Jimin returned, he carried a steaming bowl of juk, a traditional Korean rice porridge, along with a bottle of ginseng tea. The scent filled the room, and Y/N's stomach rumbled in anticipation. He set the food on the bedside table and helped her sit up, propping pillows behind her. His hands were warm and surprisingly gentle as he held the spoon to her mouth.

Y/N took a tentative bite, the salty warmth of the porridge spreading through her mouth and down her throat. It was the first real food she had had in days, and it tasted heavenly. She ate slowly, savoring each spoonful, as Jimin continued to feed her with quiet attentiveness. His eyes never left her face, watching for any sign of distress or refusal.

But as she started to regain some of her strength, a spark of defiance flared within her. She didn't want to be coddled by the very person who had made her life a living hell. With a sudden burst of energy, she snatched the spoon from his hand, her grip surprisingly firm. "I can do it," she said, her voice still weak but filled with determination.

Jimin's eyes widened, and he took a step back, allowing her the space she needed. He watched as she brought the spoon to her lips, her hand shaking slightly. The porridge felt like liquid gold in her mouth, replenishing her with each spoonful. Despite her fever, she managed to feed herself, her pride refusing to let Jimin take over.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked between bites, her eyes never leaving his. "Don't you have to go ruin people's lives?"

Jimin looked down at his hands, clenched into fists at his sides. "Yeah, I better go fucking do that."

Y/N felt a stab of something she didn't want to identify as disappointment. "Fine. Just... leave."

Jimin stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tight. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him. Y/N listened to the sound of his retreating footsteps with a mix of relief and regret. She didn't want to admit it, but his presence had been strangely comforting.

The next day, Jimin found himself in the dean's office, his heart racing. He had never stepped foot in this room after that day with Y/N. The dean looked up at him, her expression a mix of surprise and skepticism. "What do you want, Park?"

Jimin swallowed hard. "A few months ago, an exchange student on scholarship named Y/N was expelled because I claimed she hit me."

The dean's eyebrows shot up. "And?"

Jimin took a deep breath, his mind racing. "I... I didn't tell the complete truth," he admitted, the words sticking in his throat. "I was the one who started it."

The dean leaned back in his chair, studying him with narrowed eyes. "Continue," she said, her tone icy.

Jimin clenched his fists. "It was just a joke that went too far. I didn't mean for her to get kicked out. I would be grateful if you could forgive me and give her the scholarship back."

The dean leaned forward, her expression unyielding. "Your apology is appreciated, but the situation is more complicated than that. Miss Y/N has already been expelled."

Jimin's stomach dropped. "But she didn't do anything wrong," he insisted, his voice tight with desperation. "It was all me. I'll take the punishment. Just let her back in."

The dean steepled his fingers, his gaze piercing. "Mr. Park, your history of disciplinary issues is extensive. While I understand that you may feel guilty for your past actions, this is a serious matter. We cannot simply reverse the consequences of your behavior."

Jimin's jaw clenched. "Ok, what about this," he said. "You tell her that she's readmitted on scholarship. But since you're not willing to return that to her, I will...I will pay for her."

The dean raised an eyebrow, "You?"

"Yeah," Jimin said firmly, "I'll cover her tuition. Whatever it takes."

The dean's expression shifted from skepticism to consideration. "That is a generous offer, Mr. Park, and I think I could make that work."

Jimin felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thank you," he said, his voice a little less strained. "Please, tell her its a scholarship. She won't come back if she knows I'm paying for it."

The dean nodded. "I will handle it discreetly," she assured Jimin.

Y/N received the news later that day, her heart racing as she read the email from the university. She had been accepted back into the neuroscience program with full scholarship. She couldn't believe it. Tears of relief and joy filled her eyes.

That night, Jimin found himself standing in front of Y/N's apartment again. He had come to check on her, to make sure she was okay. He didn't know why he cared so much, but he couldn't shake the feeling. His hand hovered over the doorbell, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been so nervous to see someone.

When she opened the door, she looked better, the color returning to her cheeks, but there was still a hint of weariness in her eyes. "What do you need?" she said, her voice a little stronger than the night before.

Jimin's hand hovered in the space between them, the bag of medicine and snacks he had brought clutched in his fist. "Take this."

Y/N looked from his hand to his face, a mix of confusion and suspicion swirling in her eyes. She took the bag, her fingers brushing against his, and he felt a spark of something unfamiliar pass between them. "What's this?"

"It's just some things to help with the fever," Jimin said, his voice gruff. "It's from Mr. Kim," he lied.

Y/N took it since she thought it was from Mr. Kim. "I'm returning to university tomorrow. Turns out your little fucked up plan to kick me out didn't work for long."

Jimin's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her readmission. "Ah," he said, pretending not to know. "That's a fucking shame."

Y/N shut the door firmly behind her, not giving a fuck. She felt a strange mix of anger and... something else. Something she didn't want to acknowledge. She took the bag into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the contents. It was filled with her favorite snacks and a bottle of herbal tea that was known to help with fevers. How did Mr. Kim know her favorites?

The next day, she walked back into the university halls with a newfound sense of determination. She would not let Jimin or anyone else ruin her dreams.

After college, Y/N went to the cafe for her shift. As she pushed open the door, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries hit her, bringing a sense of comfort. She noticed that Jimin was already there, his eyes bloodshot, his usual swagger replaced with a slumped posture. He looked exhausted.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, not because of his bullying past, but because of recent events. The way he had taken care of her, his unexpected kindness, played on repeat in her mind. She didn't know how to process it. Was it genuine or just a ploy to manipulate her?

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence," Jimin drawled as she approached the counter, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/N rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. "Yeah, I'm thrilled to be here," she retorted, setting her bag down with a thud.

"Oh, I'm just devastated," Jimin shot back, not even looking up from the cash register.

Y/N tried to ignore the way his words stung. She grabbed an apron and tied it around her waist, steeling herself for another long day at the café.

From behind the counter, Jimin watched Y/N, his gaze lingering longer than it should. He had been working extra shifts, his hands raw from the constant washing of dishes and the endless stream of customers, all to pay for her tuition without her knowing. It was a small price to pay for the guilt that had been gnawing at him since that day in the library.

He had seen the way she struggled, the way she pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion just to keep up with the bills and her classes. It reminded him of himself, because he too always struggled with money. But he had never felt the urge to help anyone like this before, especially not someone he had once tormented.

Jimin's hands moved almost on autopilot as he served coffee after coffee, his eyes tracking Y/N as she juggled her own shifts with her schoolwork. The way she'd smile at every customer, the way she'd laugh at their terrible jokes, it was all so... endearing. Why did he fucking think about her so much?

He had always seen her as just a target, someone to push around to assert his dominance. But now, it was like he saw her. Really saw her. The way she bit her lip when she was stressed, the way she'd tug at her ponytail when she was lost in thought. He didn't even know her favorite color or what she liked to do on weekends. And yet, he found himself wanting to know everything about her.

Y/N noticed the change in Jimin's behavior, the dark circles under his eyes, the way he would nod off in class. At first, she thought it was just part of his bad boy persona, but as the days turned into weeks, she couldn't ignore the toll it was taking on him. He was still a dick, sure, but there was something else there. Something... vulnerable.

One evening, after her shift at the café, she found Jimin slumped over a textbook at the local study café, his head nodding to the rhythm of his snores. His notes were scattered across the table, scribbled in his usual messy handwriting, and his phone was blinking with unanswered messages. She watched him for a moment, torn between the urge to wake him and leave him be.

Y/N approached the table and cleared her throat. Jimin's eyes snapped open, and he jolted upright, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he grumbled, trying to hide his exhaustion.

"Couldn't help but notice you look awful," she said.

Jimin rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the fog. "Gee, thanks," he mumbled.

Y/N slid into the chair opposite him, her expression concerned. "What's going on with you? You're always tired, and you're working like a maniac."

Jimin's gaze darted around the room before landing back on her. "It's nothing," he said, his voice gruff. "Just personal shit."

Mr. Kim, the café's owner, ambled over to their table, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Jimin," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You still on for your 12am to 6am shift tonight?"

Y/N's head snapped up at the mention of his schedule, her eyes widening. "What? You work that late?"

Mr. Kim smiled, his eyes shifting between them. "Yes, Miss Y/N. Jimin is quite the hard worker. He's been working night shifts for the past 2 months everyday."

Y/N's jaw dropped. "What? Why?"

Jimin shrugged, his eyes avoiding hers. "Extra cash," he muttered, hoping she'd let it go.

But Y/N wasn't so easily deterred. "Don't fucking lie," she said harshly. "What's going on?"

Mr. Kim disappeared back to the kitchen. Jimin sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. "Look," he began, his voice weary. "It's none of your fucking business so leave me alone."

Y/N felt a flare of anger. "You never left me alone when I asked you to. Why should I leave you alone?"

Jimin's eyes snapped to hers, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation. "Fine," he bit out, "but keep your fucking voice down."

Y/N leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Why are you working so much?"

Jimin's eyes searched hers for a moment, and then he sighed, his shoulders dropping. "You really want to know?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes unwavering.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his gaze dropping to the worn pages of his textbook. "It's for your scholarship," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have to pay for it..."

Y/N's eyes went wide with shock. "My scholarship? What are you talking about?"

Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a surprising vulnerability. "I asked for you to be re-admitted. And I'm paying for it. I didn't want you to know, I just wanted to make it right."

Y/N's world tilted on its axis. The air grew thick with the weight of his confession. "Why?" she breathed, unable to hide the tremble in her voice.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, a look of utter bewilderment crossing his face. "Because I was an idiot," he said finally, his voice raw. "You were suffering so much because of me."

Y/N felt the weight of his words, her chest tightening. "So you're working all these extra shifts to pay for my tuiton?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

Jimin nodded, his gaze not leaving hers. "Yeah," he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, a mix of anger, shock, and something she didn't quite recognize. She had never expected anything like this from Jimin. "Why?" she asked again, her voice shaking.

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at her. "Because I realized what a piece of shit I was to you," he said, his voice barely audible. "And because... I don't know, okay? I just don't want you to hate me anymore."

Y/N stared at him, her mind racing. This wasn't the Jimin she knew. The Jimin she knew didn't care about anyone but himself. This was a different person, someone she didn't know how to handle. "Why should I believe you?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Jimin met her gaze, his eyes earnest. "Because I'm fucking telling you the truth," he said, his voice firm. "I messed up. I hurt you. And now, I'm trying to make it right."

Y/N felt a knot form in her throat. She didn't know what to say, how to feel. This revelation was like a sucker punch she hadn't seen coming. She looked down at her hands, trying to compose herself.

At 12am, Y/N showed up at the café, ready to start her night shift with Jimin. He was already behind the counter, his eyes bloodshot, his movements jerky from exhaustion. He glared at her as she clocked in, setting her bag in the backroom.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

Y/N ignored his gruff tone and started restocking the drinks. "Mr. Kim said you were working a double today," she said. "You can't keep doing this to yourself."

Jimin's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "It's none of your concern," he said, his voice edged with irritation.

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing an apron. "Well, it's my shift now, too," she said, tying it around her waist. "So, I'm here to work."

Jimin's eyes flashed with anger. "You should be in bed," he snapped. "You're going to wear yourself out."

Y/N turned to face him, her own frustration bubbling over. "And what about you? You're the one who's been working around the clock for months now!"

Jimin's eyes searched hers, the exhaustion in them clear. "It's different," he said, his voice tight.

"How is it different?" Y/N challenged, her voice rising slightly. "You're killing yourself to pay for my education because of a mistake you made, and you're telling me not to worry about it?"

Jimin's jaw clenched, his eyes dark. "Whatever," he said through gritted teeth.

Y/N didn't know what to say, so she started making coffee. The hiss of the machine filled the tense silence between them, the scent of freshly ground beans mixing with the stale air of the café. She could feel his gaze on her, but she refused to meet his eyes, focusing instead on the task at hand.

As the night dragged on, they worked in a strained harmony, serving the stragglers who stumbled in for a late-night cup of coffee or a warm pastry. Y/N studied Jimin out of the corner of her eye, noticing the way his hands trembled as he poured drinks, the way his eyes kept drifting to the clock.

"You can't keep doing this," she said finally, breaking the silence. "It's not healthy."

Jimin scoffed, his eyes never leaving his task. "I can handle it."

Y/N slammed down the milk steamer with more force than necessary, making him jump. "No, you can't!" she exclaimed. "You're going to end up in the hospital if you don't stop!"

Jimin glared at her, his eyes flashing with something she couldn't quite read. "It's my decision to make, not yours," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "What if I help you?" she offered, her voice softer now. "We can split the cost of my tuiton. It's not fair for you to bear it all."

Jimin's grip on the coffee pot tightened, his knuckles turning white. "It's not your burden to carry," he said firmly. "It's mine."

Y/N's eyes searched his, her own determination unyielding. "Well, it's not just your burden anymore," she said. "We're splitting the cost whether you like it or not."

Jimin's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. They worked through the night in a tense silence, the air between them thick with unspoken words.

As the clock ticked closer to 4am, Jimin's eyelids grew heavy, his body begging for rest. He had been fighting sleep all night, but the exhaustion was winning. He stumbled to one of the empty tables, his head falling heavily onto his arms. Y/N watched him, a flicker of concern in her eyes. She knew he was stubborn, that he wouldn't admit when he was pushed too far.

For a moment, she considered waking him, scolding him for his idiotic behavior. But as she looked at him, she saw the boy beneath the bully facade, the one who had held her hand through the darkest moments of her sickness. And she couldn't bring herself to disturb him. So she took over, her movements swift and efficient as she handled the dwindling number of customers.

Every now and then, she'd glance over at Jimin, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. In the dim light of the café, with his guard down, he looked... beautiful. The harsh lines of his face had softened, and for once, the cruel smirk was nowhere to be seen. She had never allowed herself to think of him like that, but now, with the quiet of the night and his vulnerability laid bare, it was impossible not to.

At 6am, Y/N had no choice but to wake Jimin. Gently, she placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt. "Jimin," she whispered, "you can go home now."

He startled awake, his eyes flying open. For a brief moment, they stared at each other, the silence stretching taut. Then he sat up with a groan, rubbing his face with his hands. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice hoarse with sleep.

Y/N felt a pang of sympathy, watching him struggle to get his bearings. "You should get some rest," she said, her voice gentle.

Jimin grunted, pushing himself to his feet. "Bye," he said, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N nodded, her heart heavy. "Bye," she murmured, watching him leave the café with a sense of unease.

The following days at university were a blur of lectures and lab work, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between her and Jimin. They had always had a contentious relationship, but now there was something... different. Something that felt almost like a truce, but was too fragile to be called friendship.

Jimin had stopped his overt bullying, instead watching her from the corner of his eye in class, his gaze unreadable. It was unnerving, but she couldn't deny the small part of her that felt a flicker of something more than irritation whenever he was around.

One afternoon, as she was leaving the lab, her heavy backpack slipped from her shoulders, spilling textbooks and notes across the floor. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, kneeling down to gather her things.

Jimin had been passing by, his eyes on his phone, but he looked up at the sound of her curse. His gaze fell on the mess around her, and without a word, he set his own bag aside and crouched down beside her. His hands moved swiftly, collecting her books and papers with an efficiency that surprised her.

Y/N stilled for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this uncharacteristic gesture of kindness. She watched as he carefully stacked her books back into her backpack, his movements gentle and precise. It was a stark contrast to the roughness she had come to expect from him.

When he was done, Jimin straightened up, not saying a word. He didn't look at her, just handed her the bag. Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for some clue as to what was going on behind that stoic expression. But his face was a mask of indifference, giving nothing away.

Without another word, he turned and started to walk away. Y/N felt a strange mix of gratitude and confusion. "Wait," she called out, her voice stopping him in his tracks. He turned, his eyes questioning. "Thank you," she said, the words feeling awkward on her tongue.

Jimin's expression remained unreadable. "It's nothing," he said with a shrug, turning to leave again.

Y/N bit her lip, feeling like she had missed something. But she had her own shifts to manage and classes to attend, so she couldn't dwell on it too much. Yet, Jimin's unexpected gesture stayed with her, replaying in her mind like a puzzle she couldn't solve.

Jimin sat in his cramped dorm room, the silence deafening. His thoughts kept drifting to Y/N, to her fiery spirit and the way she had looked at him when he'd picked up her books. He had felt something then, something that made his chest tighten and his stomach flip. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever. He found himself replaying their interactions in his head, looking for clues he might have missed. Was it possible that he actually liked her? The girl he had spent so much time pushing around and belittling? It was a bizarre revelation, one that made him feel like he didn't know who he was anymore.

In class, he found himself staring at the back of her head, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back. He would catch himself and look away, only to find his gaze drawn back to her again and again. It was infuriating, this newfound obsession. He'd always been the one in control, the one calling the shots, but with Y/N, it was like she had some kind of power over him that he didn't understand.

He tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the lecture at hand, but it was no use. His mind kept wandering back to her, to the way she'd looked at him with those big brown eyes when he'd brought her the medicine. The way she'd leaned into his touch, even just for a brief moment, as he'd helped her to bed. The way she'd called him out on his shit without flinching. She was so fucking... incredible.

And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn't just like her. Maybe he was falling for her. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Jimin Park, the bad boy with a heart of stone, was falling for the one girl who had never given a shit about his charm or his status. It was fucking absurd. But as he sat there, his heart racing and his palms sweaty, he couldn't deny it anymore. He was falling for Y/N, the girl who was the complete opposite of his 'type.' And he didn't know what to do.

The next day at the café, Y/N walked in wearing a skirt for the first time. All her pants were in the laundry machine and she had no other choice, the fabric swishing around her legs with every step she took. Jimin's eyes snapped up from the counter, his gaze unmistakably drawn to her. His jaw clenched as he watched her, his heart rate spiking. She looked... different. Vulnerable. And it made him want to both protect her and claim her as his own. It was a confusing mess of emotions that he didn't know how to navigate.

As the hours ticked by, his thoughts grew more and more erratic. He couldn't focus on the customers, his eyes drifting back to her legs every chance he got. He had to get a grip. This was not how he operated. But every time she'd lean over the counter to grab something, he'd catch a glimpse of her bare skin, and his thoughts would spiral out of control.

Eventually, as the café emptied out and the night grew later, they found themselves alone. Y/N was coming out of the bathroom, her cheeks still flushed from washing her face, her eyes meeting his in the hallway. Jimin's chest tightened, his resolve crumbling. He couldn't take it anymore.

With a swift movement, he backed her up against the wall, his hand coming to rest around her neck, not tight enough to scare but firm enough to hold her in place. His other hand found her waist, his fingers digging in slightly. He leaned in, his breath hot against her face. "Why are you so fucking annoying?" he murmured, his voice strained with frustration and want.

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart racing. She didn't know if she should be scared or... excited. This was not the Jimin she knew. This was a Jimin who was conflicted, his usual confidence shaky. She could feel his warm breath against her cheek, his hand on her neck not tight but firm, a silent demand for her attention. Her pulse thrummed beneath his touch, sending waves of heat through her body.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't push him away, didn't fight. There was something in his eyes that made her heart race, something she hadn't seen before.

"I don't know," Jimin admitted, his gaze dropping to her lips.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt his hand tighten slightly around her neck. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the fight between the bully and the boy who had held her hand through the dark. She didn't know which one she wanted to win.

Suddenly, Jimin leaned in closer, his nose brushing against hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, her body betraying her. She felt his breath on her lips, the anticipation making her stomach flip.

But the kiss didn't come. Instead, Jimin's hand left her neck and moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. He leaned back, his gaze searching hers. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with something unfamiliar.

Y/N's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her mind racing. "Yes?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Jimin's gaze searched hers, his thumb continuing to stroke her cheek. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice sincere. "For everything."

Y/N's breath hitched. "Jimin, it's okay. I forgave you a long time ago."

He searched her eyes, his own filled with doubt. "You're too nice," he said, his voice low. "What I did was awful. What I said back then. None of it was true."

Y/N felt her heart stutter. She had never seen this side of Jimin before, raw and exposed. She didn't know if she was ready to hear his apology, let alone believe it. "It's ok," she whispered.

But Jimin wasn't finished. "No, it's not," he said, his voice hoarse. "I was a fucking asshole, and I don't deserve your forgiveness." His eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she saw the pain he had been carrying all this time, the guilt that had driven him to work himself to the bone.

Y/N's heart softened, the anger she had held onto slowly dissipating. "We've all made mistakes," she said gently. "It's what we do after that matters."

Jimin's gaze held hers for a moment longer before he leaned in, closing the space between their lips. It was a soft kiss, tentative and questioning, as if asking for permission. Y/N's eyes closed on their own accord, and she leaned into it, feeling the warmth of his mouth, the gentle pressure of his thumb on her cheek. It was nothing like she had ever expected from him, but somehow it felt right.

His lips moved against hers, a silent apology, a promise of something more. Y/N's hand found his arm, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto the strength she hadn't known she needed. The kiss deepened, the tension in the air palpable as they both grappled with the sudden intimacy. It was a kiss filled with regret and hope, a silent acknowledgment of the past and a plea for the future.

Jimin's hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if trying to erase the space that had existed between them for so long. Y/N's heart hammered against her ribcage, the sensation of his touch sending sparks dancing across her skin. His thumb traced lazy circles along her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as if trying to make up for lost time.

Y/N's hand found its way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palm. It matched the rhythm of her own, a frantic symphony of emotions that played out in the silence of the café. Her other hand slid around his waist, pulling him closer still, as if trying to meld their bodies into one. She felt the tension in his muscles, the weight of his guilt and fear, but she didn't care. In that moment, all she cared about was the way he was looking at her, the way his mouth felt against hers.

They broke apart, both panting, eyes wide and searching. The air between them was charged with something new, something neither of them had expected. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice shaky.

He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've been thinking," he began, his thumb still caressing the line of her jaw. "About us."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What about us?"

Jimin cupped her face, "I like you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "I know it's fucked up, considering how I treated you, but I can't help it."

Y/N's eyes searched his, disbelief and hope warring within her. "You... you like me?" she stuttered.

Jimin nodded, his expression earnest. "Yes," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Jimin, I... I like you too," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion.

He searched her face, the doubt in his eyes slowly fading. "You do?"

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yes, I do."

Jimin's grip on her waist tightened slightly, his eyes lighting up with relief and something else, something she didn't quite recognize. "Since when?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Since you took care of me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, the surprise evident. "Really?"

Y/N nodded, her pulse racing. "I never thought you'd change," she confessed, her voice trembling. "But you did. You showed me kindness when I needed it."

Jimin's thumb traced the curve of her cheek, his eyes searching hers. "I've wanted to tell you for a while," he murmured, "but I didn't know how. I was afraid of screwing everything up."

Y/N's breath hitched, her hand finding its way to his chest again. "You haven't," she assured him, her voice a soft whisper.

Jimin's gaze grew intense, his hand sliding down to grip hers, holding it tightly. "I don't know how to do this," he said, his voice tight with frustration. "How to be good to someone, to not be a complete asshole."

Y/N's heart swelled with something she hadn't allowed herself to feel before. Compassion. "You're already doing it," she said, her voice gentle. "You just have to keep trying."

Jimin stared at her, his eyes searching. "You really believe that?"

Y/N nodded, her gaze steady. "I do."

Their eyes remained locked, the intensity of the moment stretching out between them. Then, without another word, Jimin leaned in and kissed her again. This time, it was slower, more deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of her lips. Y/N melted into the kiss, her hands sliding around his waist as she pulled him closer.

The café's bell chimed, signaling the end of their shift, but neither of them moved to break away. The world outside had faded into the background, replaced by the intoxicating feeling of their bodies pressed together. When they finally did pull back, they were both breathless, their cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

Y/N looked up at Jimin, her heart racing. "What does this mean?" she whispered.

Jimin took a deep breath, his eyes still on hers. "It means I'm yours," he said.

Y/N felt a thrill run through her at his words, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy. "And I'm yours, Jimin."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, and she saw a flicker of doubt. "I don't deserve you, baby," he murmured.

Y/N placed a finger over his lips. "You're right, you don't," she said with a small smile. "But maybe that's exactly why you need me."

The words hung in the air, charged with a newfound understanding. Jimin searched her eyes, the doubt slowly fading away. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, his breath warm and even. "I'll do better," he murmured. "I promise."

Y/N's heart swelled with hope, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy. "You don't have to change for me," she said softly. "But for us to work, you do need to change for you."

Jimin's expression grew serious, his eyes searching hers. "I know," he said, his voice thick. "I've been thinking about that a lot. I don't want to be that guy anymore."

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. "Good," she whispered. "Because I don't want you to be either."

Their eyes remained locked, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Slowly, Jimin leaned in, pressing his lips to hers again. This time, the kiss was gentle, filled with the promise of a future together. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to feel in so long.

As they broke apart, the café lights flickered, reminding them of the time. They had to close up and go home, but for a moment, all they could do was stand there, holding each other's gaze. 

"We should go," Y/N murmured, reluctance in her voice.

Jimin nodded, his hand still resting on her waist. "Yeah," he said, his voice husky with emotion. They went through the motions of closing the café, their movements coordinated and efficient despite the tumult in their hearts. As they stepped outside into the cool night air, the reality of their confession started to sink in. "So, what now?" Y/N asked, her voice small and uncertain.

"My place?" Jimin asked.

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, let's go."

[darkpuppysuit]

Hybrid!BTSxReader

Kim Seokjin: Black Jaguar, Min Yoongi: Black Panther, Kim Namjoon: Grey Timber Wolf, Jung Hoseok: Red Fox, Park Jimin: Golden Retriever, Kim Taehyung: Snow Tiger, Jeon Jungkook: Yukon Moose

Warnings⚠️: Cursing, Smoking, Mental scars come back to haunt Y/n, verbal abuse (towards the end).

Honestly this is mostly purely domestic things will ramp up here soon enough, I promise.

The wind blows me left and right as I push my way to the barn, rain is pelting me from all directions and I almost fall into the growing stream in front of the barn. Slipping through the crack of the big barn doors all I can see are the flickering candles that I had set out earlier in case the power went out, which it did the second I stood in front of my horse. She's stamping in her pen and jumping around obviously terrified by the raging storm or it could very well be the figures I saw run inside just mere minutes ago.

"Hey now, hush. You're okay Dovey." I do my best to soothe her, all is calm for a split second when her head darts to my right tracking something in the darkness and she starts to freak out again. Her head comes back with force colliding with mine and my ass meets the ground with a soft oof  slipping through my lips. "Mother fucker! Damn near broke my jaw doing that, knock it off!" I shout over the storm rubbing my lower jaw then lean back on one hand massaging the side of my head when there's a rustle in the hay bed directly in front of me.

A few moments pass by, then out of the corner of my eye, I spy a flash of orange sprint right into the other stall. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Are you injured?" Lightning flashes outside with thunder booming closely behind letting me know we're in the thick of the storm and everything suddenly becomes scarier as it rages on outside yet it's almost dead silent inside the barn.

I stand up from my spot on the ground and make my way to the open stall across from Dove. Cautiously, keeping my hands raised as I make eye contact with a pair of glowing eyes narrowed in on my position. It doesn't feel like a death stare but a curious one although the narrow slits in its eyes says otherwise. "Hi, my name is Y/n. I've taken care of hybrids before I-" Pausing I mentally smack myself.

They're not going to trust you if you spout random shit like that, are you fucking serious?

I shrug my shoulders with an awkward smile. "Hi little guy." I barely move another step forward before I hear a low growl coming from my left and as I turn to face the noise, I'm quickly tackled to the ground by a fox hybrid. "Shit! Oh, y-you're not little a-are you?" I say shyly as the full grown fox hybrid looks up from the crook of my neck his pupils slightly blown out and his lips pressed into a soft heart shape, he's smiling and I can't help but stare at the gorgeous hybrid sitting on top of me before I break the silence.

"Uh-uhm c-could you, get off me?" I ask softly and the hybrids eyes widen quickly scrambling off of me. As we stand he curls his tail around his waist protectively and his ears pressed against the top of his head. "I-I'm sorry you just- y-you smell so good, I couldn't help myself." He mutters out his apology and I hear hay rustling again with quite a few pairs of footsteps followed behind with a low rumbling sound coming closer and my body goes ramrod stiff and eyes widen alarmingly as I look over to the fox hybrid. "I- it's f-fine."

I can barely get my response out of my mouth before I feel a firm rumbling chest press against my back. "Please, for all that is good in this world, tell me there isn't a m-moving, vibrating oak tree b-behind me." I stutter as my body begins to shake increasingly worse as the breathing brick wall lets out a low growl.

"Now that's enough you're scaring the poor girl! Can't you see she's shaking like a leaf!" I can't bring myself to turn around at all but the growling does stop eventually and my body relaxes just a little, if it relaxes at all. "I'm sorry about him he's just- protective." I nod in response bringing an arm up to wrap around my middle the best I can as I slowly spin around and back away with my head hung low, I bump into yet another chest and I freeze up again but I feel something soft and wet wrap around my waist instead.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." The mystery man says through gritted teeth, fighting against his natural instincts to protect his pack mates from the human in front of him. I hear him but I don't look up, my own fight or flight instincts have kicked in and I stare at the ground like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

"Goddammit Namjoon, now look at what you've done, she's completely frozen!" Out of the corner of my eye I can see another pair of glowing eyes within the darkness, this one sounds blunt and to the point, oh boy I think to myself as I slowly try to ground myself by absently touching whoever the tail around my waist belongs to trying to move around it and get to the fabric underneath said tail so I can pick at it.

I close my eyes for a moment and only when the hybrid's chest meets my back do I realize I'm stroking it's tail, I quickly let go still a little dazed . "U-uhm, s-so, if you're going to s-stay here, I'm going to need names a-and... uhm- hybrid species so I can take care of you three? Or is there four of you?" I ask quizzically as the power turns back on and the barn is bathed in a warm golden light of the old lightbulbs that haven't been changed in years. 

As soon as my eyes adjust I open them again to not only find three or four but seven hybrids, yes seven male hybrids I count them at least three times as I look around me. There was a black panther hybrid with long black hair covering some of his handsome features leaning against a wall with his arms crossed just staring.

A golden retriever wrapped around my waist by his tail and his chest still rattling against my back staring anywhere but at me with the fox standing next to him awkwardly. What I'm pretty sure is a jaguar hybrid whispering to a damn giant grey wolf hybrid, he is a least a good foot or two taller than me. In fact now that I look around the room all of them are much bigger than me and it's daunting.

I'll have to look up at all of them just to speak to them. "Are we going to stand here while she stares at us or are we gonna get moving?" I look up and find kind eyes and soft features but the rest of him doesn't match his face.

He's tall with long dark curly hair, two lip piercings and a brow piercing, his arms are covered in tattoos too. He reminds me of an old greaser from the movies my grandparents used to watch. I look up and see he has two.... moose antlers? But they're small and form a halo around his head. "Don't be an ass Jungkook she's already scared enough as is." A hand meets my shoulder and it takes me a solid second to turn to the jaguar hybrid beside me. "Hi." I squeak mentally cursing my vocal cords.

This is so fucking awkward, why did I come out here? 

Oh, that's right I thought they were going to ransack the barn.                                                                                                                                            

It's their turn to stare, I would be flattered any other day that wasn't today but right now this is beginning to be too much for my racing heart and my nerves are shot. My mind is fogged and with the intense stare down from six hybrids my knees are close to buckling out from under me.

Just as the jaguar opens his mouth to speak Dove starts freaking out for a moment and I speed walk around the broad shouldered hybrid to get to her but she's calm as I walk towards her and when my eyes look up to see why I spot the tall fluffy, curly hair, tiger? Albino tiger, no his stripes are black not the usual odd blonde color, the ears on top of his head stand out like a sore thumb against his brown curls that lay just above his eye brows.

I steel myself and calmly walk over to him and Dove with a gentle yet shaky hand I pat her neck and the hybrid shuffles away a few steps. "She seems to like you." I manage to speak without my vocal cords betraying me this time, now that most of the other hybrids are within earshot and I can see most of them out of the corner of my eye I start to feel better about the whole situation.

"She likes it when you pat her neck, it's weird she doesn't like to be touched all that much by strangers but, by the looks of it she's comfortable around you, uhm." I stop for a second and look up at the snow tiger hybrid. "Taehyung." He holds his hand out for me to shake and I look between him and his outstretched hand a few times before he takes my hand into his and it completely engulfs my small hand within his grip.

Letting go I turn my attention back to Dove with pink cheeks and pat her neck again to show Taehyung how she likes to be shown affection and he copies my actions before a cough brings me out of my personal distraction and my body stiffens again.

"A-anyways, I don't mind you staying here but the barn needs a few repairs and the roof leaks quite a bit so with that being said, the house has plenty of space for you guys to spread out if you'd like and if not I can bring out some blankets and pillows for the night. If that's what you-"

Looking over my shoulder I can see the retriever and fox hybrid bouncing in place with small smiles on their faces and Taehyung wraps himself around my body in a warm hug while the others share a silent conversation. I lean into the hug and the warmth Taehyung's body gives off is comforting for a moment before the grey wolf lets out an exasperated sigh pinching the bridge of his nose and I quickly stand up straight.

"We'll go to the house with you if it's not too much trouble." A smile comes across my face for the first time in a while and I scrunch my nose a little in excitement to not have an empty house anymore. "Awesome! I made a little more food than I had planned on eating tonight so that works out perfectly! I'll make a little more since there's seven of you, okay?" I grab Dove's bridle and saddle off the far wall and saddle her up before giving her a kiss on top of her head, I hear a few whines off to the side but I don't comment on it.

"I'll be back, I'm sure we have a lot of work this morning." My previous anxiety about being around four apex predators, a moose, red fox, and a retriever melt away like the first frost of winter. I take a look outside from the big barn doors and smile, the rain has stopped and the sun is starting to rise.

As I open the door with the hybrids behind me and the fox and retriever flanking either side of me talking animatedly which has me laughing for the first time in a while. Looking around the yard I stop by the hen house to check on the little chicks and the mother hens, the fox looks at them curiously but once I determine they're okay I walk up the porch steps with the seven hybrids in tow.

"So this is the kitchen if you need anything and can't find it nine times out of ten it's gonna be in the walk in pantry just over there." I point to my right to the double doors against the far wall as we walk through the kitchen I stop in the foyer in front of the stairs. "Now these stairs are old and creak like nobody's business." I take a few steps up and they let out a shrill creak, a few of their ears flatten against their heads at the horrid sound. "So be careful when your walking around this house is old. My grandfather's grandfather built this house back when people could afford to build anywhere they wanted." I smile and walk further into the house.

"This is the parlor room er- the living room, uhm, there is a game system hooked up with a giant wall of movies-" I turn around and they have disbursed into different areas of the large room looking around at the pictures and paintings on the wall.

A warm feeling envelopes my heart and tears well up in my eyes as I watch all of them walking around being curious except for the wolf hybrid, who stands in the archway between the living room and foyer, staring me down like prey with his arm crossed, like he's waiting for me to throw them out or something.

If it wasn't for his overwhelming stature and broad build that reminds me so much of my asshole father maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't feel like he is about to murder me in my own home. "S-so uhm, the bedrooms are upstairs. You can pick any bedroom you want or if you want me to s-show you-" I flinch hard when the retriever runs up to me grabbing my hand to drag me back to the foyer and up the stairs. I know he saw me flinch but I'm thankful he didn't say anything. Soon they've all settled into their respective rooms, I've learned their names as we toured the upstairs so that part of my brain has now relaxed to an extent.

I stand at the stove in the kitchen making breakfast with Jimin glued to my side like a well, for lack of a better phrase, a lovesick puppy. "And then we pour a little bit into the pan like this." I'm cooking pancakes with eggs and sausage with a few other dishes in different cast iron skillets like my grandmother used to do when I was little and I would spend the night when my father had gotten bad before they realized just how shitty he could really be. "Once the top starts bubbling that's when you know it's ready to flip over, see?"

Jimin stares in awe as I flip the pancake over and the bottom is a crispy golden brown. Perfect. After breakfast was done I called out for the rest of the house to come and get it like a dinner bell. One by one they file in from either the living room or their bedrooms but the footsteps stop short in the archway, staring at the table.

"All of this? For us?" The hybrid I've come to know as Jin is actually a very soft individual despite his predator counterpart. "Of course, I'm lucky enough to of had all my cast irons washed and seasoned yesterday so I cooked a big breakfast for you guys. I'm sure you're all hungry."

I smile brightly at all of them as Jungkook is the last to arrive. "Holy shit look at all this food. Are you a line cook or something?" He looks at me with his big innocent looking eyes, I chuckle and set a few paper plates down with plastic silverware and napkins, standing off to the side. "Well, don't just stand there find a spot and dig in." I smile brightly, Jimin and Hoseok are the first to sprint to the table followed closely by Taehyung and Jungkook (who look like they could eat all of it by themselves if they wanted to) followed by Yoongi and Jin.

I walk over to the sink and take a sip of my energy drink, doing my best to stay awake while looking at the six hybrids sitting at my table, I can't help but smile softly at the scene in front of me. They're talking like a family who hasn't been without each other their entire lives, arguing with each other like siblings and feeding each other and stuffing their cheeks as if this would be their last meal, they had to taste everything.

Namjoon being the ever so silent yet calculating pack alpha stands in the doorway again before Jin is dragging him to sit at the opposite head of the table with the chair across from him, empty. "Aren't you going to join us?" Taehyung looks up from the spot next to the empty chair with his cheeks filled with food and I look at him my face burning with the intense eye contact. "Oh, uh, no I gotta get back outside and take a look at what damage the storm caused. But you guys are welcome to roam if you want and if you need me just holler and I'll be back in as soon as I can."

They share a look between them and I barely hear Jimin whisper the word 'holler' again phrased like a question to Hoseok before they shrug their shoulders and go back to eating. Taehyung breaks his gaze to focus on his plate shaking his head as I walk out into the small nook that houses my work gear. Just as I buckle the last spur onto my boot, I feel someone tapping my shoulder and I jump back with my fists raised.

"Hey whoa take it easy, didn't mean to startle you." I take a deep breath and clutch my chest whilst trying to calm my racing heart. "It's decided, you need a fucking bell." I deadpan, Yoongi's cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as I grab my hat off the hook and put it on my head tying my hair back in a low ponytail. "Uhm, I wanted to ask you if there's any, extra blankets-" I quickly cut him off because I've already made Dove wait this long to get back outside I can't make her wait much longer before she starts going stir crazy.

"Oh, yeah the linen closet is just under the stairs there should be a few quilts in there or something, I gotta get back outside, Doves been waiting for almost two hours and I gotta check on the cows." I pat Yoongi on the head and his cheeks burn brighter as my pinky gently brushes the base of his ear. "I'll be right outside if you need me okay?" I say as I walk through the front door and into the side yard to start picking up the tree limbs. 

A few hours of picking up limbs  and throwing them in the bed of the truck with a few other tasks checked off my mental list. I've left the biggest branch for last because, well, it's a big bitch but I'm sure I can handle it by myself for the most part.

"Hey let me help you." I jump a foot backwards from the truck hearing my fathers voice for a moment before I turn around to see Namjoon standing on the other side of the truck.

"Uhm, thanks but I got it handled." I speak awkwardly as I shift to the large branch only for Namjoon to move around the truck and swiftly come to my aide. "Let me help you, it's a big branch Y/n I don't think you can lift it by yourself. " In the back of my mind I know he's just trying to help but I've gone three years doing stuff like this alone. I growl at him and scowl, Namjoon is quick to return the growl ten fold as I stare at him in the eyes.

"I said, I fucking got it." I don't know why my first reaction is anger maybe it's because he reminds me so much of my father a little too much or my other issue being I like to challenge myself from time to time. I grab the branch by the broken end as the other hybrid's run out of the back door wanting to help or to diffuse the situation I don't know.

I pick it up and toss it into the truck before jumping onto Dove's back from behind her pulling the straps to the right. "I told you I didn't need help. Now, did you need anything else?" I ask looking down at the hybrid's below me from the horses back, they can smell the frustration and anger rolling off the pair of us having a staring competition.

I can't help but feel a little pissed but also a little scared as Namjoon turns and pushes pass the others back into the house growling and throwing his hands around in anger and frustration.

I take a deep breath once he's finally inside, my hard shell cracking down around me. "I know you guys mean well but I got this, I'm sure you've been through enough and need to rest. We can all go out and get you some less holy clothes, maybe a few pairs of shoes and whatever else y'all want." My southern drawl slips out to the men around me and there is a long pause accompanied by a few unblinking stares between us before Dove starts stamping her hooves into the mud.

"Right, we can do all that tomorrow, I'll take the afternoon off. Uhm, can any of you drive a truck? I usually pull her along side but that's too slow and I would like to get this shit done so I can cook dinner for everyone later." I ask awkwardly leaning over to pat Dove's neck to both calm her and distract myself from the lingering stares on me.

Jin slowly raises his hand and I smile at him. "Could you drive it through the gate? I'll show you were the burn pile is out in the field. Maybe after it dries up enough we can light a fire? There's enough wood here to have it burn for a day or two." I shrug my shoulders after I kick the side of the truck and both Jimin and Hoseok walk over to Dove and I, looking down and to my right at Hoseok. "Do you think Jimin and I can ride out there with you?" I look between him and Jimin curiously, mentally trying to figure out how to do this.

"You guys want to ride in the bed of the truck or with me?" I can't help but giggle at their smiling faces and swishing tails. Jimin looks nervous as he brushes his fingers through his golden blonde tail. "I don't know how to ride a horse though." He says sheepishly as he looks intently at the ground. "That's okay Jimin honey, you can sit in front and we can make Hoseok take the ass end." Jimin's smile returns to his plush lips while Hoseok looks slightly offended or hurt by my remark but his soft smile is quick to return to his handsome face as I take Jimin's hand and tell him to put his foot in the stirrup and climb up as I pull him in front of me only he's facing the wrong way and I can't help but laugh softly. "Jimin sweety, you need to turn around." I adjust my hat on my head as his perfect cheeks are graced with a cute shade of pink.

"O-oh, s-sorry." I tell him it's okay and lean back so he can swing his feet over to the correct sides of the saddle and I look over to Hoseok if he needs any help. "Come on Hobi! It's a whole other world up here!" Jimin shouts as Dove moves back and forth a little spooked by the sudden volume change, Hoseok quickly grabs my outstretched hand and hauls himself up to sit behind me and I blush as he snakes his long arms around my middle and lays his head on my back rubbing his cheek against the nape of my neck, absently scenting.

I grab the straps to the bridle tightly. "Okay Dovey, let's get this shit done." I urge her to move forward slowly but she has other ideas and jolts forward as if this is the happiest she's ever been. I grab onto the back of Hoseok's tattered shirt when she sprints forward, him and Jimin let out a scream and with my other hand I yank the bridle back and she stops only to walk a little slower. The others laugh as they get into the truck and Jin drives it through the gate except Yoongi he walks back to the house either to check on Namjoon or take a nap, who knows.

Once all of the branches are thrown on the ever growing burn pile I wipe the sweat from my forehead and set my hands on my hips standing next to the truck. "Thanks for the help guys, it would've taken me for-fucking-ever to get this done without you." I huff wiping off more sweat when Jimin runs over to me with big eyes.

"Y/n-ie! When do you think we could light that fire?" His words pour out of his mouth quickly like a running faucet, I lay my hands on his shoulders and he calms down just a little. "We have to wait until the wood isn't soaking wet Jimin-ie." The small nickname that falls from my lips causes his energy to spike, giving him a soft smile before ruffling his hair, returning my hands to my jean pockets. "The next few days are going to be warm and sunny so, I'll probably be out here more often than not." Jimin nods and goes back to playing with Hoseok jumping around happily as he relays the information I just told him.

Digging into my jacket pocket, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and light one as I watch Taehyung join in on the fun. Taking a drag Jungkook walks over to me, leaning his hip against the truck, "Care if I steal one?" I turn to face him cocking an eyebrow. He points to the cigarette hanging from my mouth.

"They're menthol are you sure?" I ask as I open the pack again he just shakes his head so I hand one to him. He reaches for the lighter before I hold it out of reach. "Nah-ah, I've had too many lighters go missing. I'll light it."

Jungkook furrows his brows and looks at me like I'm half crazy then he leans forward waiting. I hold the lighter in front of his face and he lights it but he doesn't move away, instead he looks me in the eyes and smirks when my cheeks grow hotter than they already were.

We're so close one move and I'll hit my head on his fucking antlers. "You know anyone of us, even Jimin, could over power you at any given minute, right?" He takes another drag of his cigarette before leaning back against the truck finally giving me breathing room.

"I know that, I'm used to dealing with dog and cat hybrid's so a good chunk of all of this is new to me. I'm used to them staying either a few hours and then moving on or leaving after a night of rest. Which you guys should be doin' anyways." I nudge him in his side with a smile taking the last drag of my cigarette flicking it onto the wet pile across from me. "We would've gotten some rest had you not challenged the alpha wolf earlier."

I turn my head away from him and look off to my right, Dove has joined the hybrids and I see Taehyung take off running after her like they're playing a game of tag. "I'm sorry about that. It's just- I- he-" I shake my head and rub the back of my neck looking back at him when Hoseok almost falls to the ground stifling the laugh caught in my throat. "You don't have to justify your actions Y/n. He needs to be knocked down a peg or two anyways. Two alpha's of different species going at it is always fun to watch." Jungkook flicks his own cigarette butt into the pile before turning towards me with his hands slipping into his back pockets.

"Two alph- no, ugh, he wanted to help me with the big branch but then he said he didn't think I could lift it, I don't know why those words triggered me the way they did, he was just trying to help and I bit his fucking head off." I take a deep breath, rubbing my face in frustration calling Dove over. "I'm quick to anger and I'm sorry if any of you have to see it, much less deal with it yourselves. I've been doing my best to fix my face I swear."

I tap my cheeks as the horse trots up to meet me and I glance at him to try and gage his reaction but he remains stoic and unaffected by my words like he's trying to process how not to piss me off or something. He does let a chuckle come through so, that makes me feel a little better. "Y/n-ie! Can I ride with you this time?" I turn my head to see Taehyung all up in my bubble with his chin on my shoulder and his white striped tail swaying back and forth excitedly hoping I'll say yes.

"Of course you can! Move for a second I don't wanna kick ya in the face." He moves to the opposite side of the horse and I swing my leg over and sit on the saddle with my thighs squished against her sides and I look over at Taehyung. "Think you could do that by yourself?" He looks at me and then the saddle and back to me, I raise a brow at him like dude, come on you got long legs surely you don't need help up.

I roll my eyes and give him a hand and he sets his foot into the stirrup before hauling himself onto the back of the horse. "Good boy." The words leave my lips and I don't even notice the look him and Jungkook share once those words fall from my mouth because Jimin quickly sits in front of me distracting me from looking at the pair and I can't help but smile at his eagerness.

I hold onto the bridle straps and wrap my arms around Jimin this time and rest my chest against his back to make a little more room for Taehyung. Once everyone is settled and a pouting Hoseok is put into the bed of the truck with Jungkook who keeps smiling at the two blushing hybrids sitting horseback holding onto me tightly, myself oblivious to the people around me as always.

I get into the house and take my boots and coat off, everyone is toeing their shoes off next to mine, and awkwardly standing in the crowded nook waiting. I look around at the four of them around me when Jungkook pushes through from the back making his way to sit in the living room with Taehyung who attaches himself to the hem of his shirt, closely following the moose hybrid.

I walk to the kitchen with Jimin and Jin in tow. "What do you guys want for dinner?" I open the large pantry that also holds a big freezer to the left and endless shelves of snacks and treats as well as dry ingredients to the right. "I'm not picky so I don't care what you make, I'll eat it." Jungkook yells from the living room Taehyung silently nodding along, reminding me just how good hybrid hearing really is.

"Okay then I'll make some chicken enchiladas for you six and for Namjoon as an apology for ripping him a new asshole earlier..." I think for a moment clicking my tongue as I sift through the shelves then walk over to the large freezer.

I open it up and set a hand on my hip tonguing the inside of my cheek lost in thought then I find what I was looking for. "Ah-hah! Found it!" I practically jump into the freezer, my feet coming off the ground a few inches. Standing back on my feet, I pull out a T-bone steak and throw it on top of the freezer once it's closed and move to look for the rest of the ingredients for enchiladas and a glass pan to cook it in. 

Pulling the pan out of the oven and setting it on the potholders on the table I waddle back to the stove top to finish the steak and little fixings I put together for Namjoon. I make his plate and set it in the microwave above the stove incase he doesn't come down right away.

"Dinner is re-" I turn around to find my table already filled with bodies and I raise my hands level with my shoulders. "Okay, nevermind. Where's Namjoon?" I peek into the fridge and grab the few bottles of salsa and hot sauce that I have along with a small tub of sour cream and set it all on the table. Jungkook and Taehyung already putting their plates together. "Make sure you save some for me you heathens!"

I shout playfully pointing my finger at the two hybrids across the table as I walk away from the kitchen to find the wolf hybrid. "Hey! Dinner's ready! I know you can hear me mister!" I shout from the bottom of the stairs after I couldn't find him in the living room. I feel like a mother who has to drag her teenage son from his room just to eat with everyone for a change.

It might have only been a few hours but having people to take care of instead of just the farm animals is a feeling I don't want to lose. "I'll go get him Y/n, you go eat." Jin rubs my shoulder with a small smile that I return. "Thanks Jin, I owe you one." He rubs my back in soothing circles then heads upstairs and I leave the staircase back to the kitchen.

A few moments later I hear the grumbling voices of both Namjoon and Jin arguing while walking down the stairs. "She made me something different?" His tone of voice was softer as he rounded the corner to see his seat was empty and there was no plate in sight. Mid bite I quickly stand up from my chair knocking it over as I rush to the microwave.

"Shit sorry! I left it in here so it would stay hot." I take his still very hot plate out of the microwave and slamming it shut making everyone wince at the loud noise. Jin takes his place by Jimin and starts eating his own food when his eyes light up. "Oh my god this is amazing Y/n! Where did you learn to cook?" He asks as he shoves another much bigger bite into his mouth and I set Namjoon's plate in front of his respective seat. "My grandma taught me how to cook and my mother taught me how to bake when I was little."

I look at the floor as Namjoon takes his seat and I can't help but tear up a little. They notice a change in my scent instead of the normal leather and cedar wood with a hint of coconut and vanilla, Jin was quick to do damage control. "I'm sorry if it's a touchy subject, I'll be more careful wi-" I quickly look up and cut him off, I seem to have a habit of that. I shake my head a little. "No it's okay! My uh, my mom died when I was... when I was like ten and I only had one friend growing up so..."

I trail off and look to Namjoon who has yet to touch his food, he's just sitting there shuffling in his seat and I set a hand on his shoulder. "Namjoon? You okay?" He looks up at me and the faintest pink blush creeps across his cheeks. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." His short reply is enough for me to nudge him with my hip. "Then eat honey, I wanted to apologize to you for my uh- for being pissed at you earlier. I didn't mean to I just, get upset when someone tells me I can't do something or they hint at me not being able to do something. That's all."

I give him a half smile as he cuts into his steak and I wait for him to take the bite, subtly his eyes shine for a second before he swallows and turns to me opening his mouth to speak. "It's good th-thank you." I smile at him and clasp my hands together and my smile somehow gets bigger when out of the blue I hug him from the side. His tail makes a soft thumping sound against the back of his chair but he quickly stops it as though the sudden action had bitten him.

"I'm so happy you like it Joon!" I release him and speed waddle my way back to my seat to finish my food. The is table finally filled and I smile as I take a bite looking across the way as the others return to the plates in front of them and resume their conversations.

Jin is staring at Namjoon with a smile on his face, looking at the hybrid next to him spacing out looking at his plate frozen in place, after a moment he looks up at me and his cheeks burn a rosy red before he quickly goes back to eating.

After everyone is finished I take the plates and glass pan off the table walking to the sink to start cleaning them as most of the hybrid's have moved into the living room. Yoongi stands over my shoulder watching me wash the dishes and put them in the drying rack. "May I help you?" I ask curiously smiling as I half turn towards the panther hybrid behind me with a plate in hand. "I can- Do you want any help?"

He corrects himself as he remembers the conversation from earlier. "Oh, well, you don't have to help if you don't want to, it's okay." I shrug my shoulders while he shakes his head moving to the side grabbing a towel before drying the few dishes stacked to his right. "It's the least I can do after you've cooked for us twice now and I don't think any of the others are going to help." I look at him for a second before leaning back to look into the living room.

Taehyung and Jungkook have started a video game to play together and Jin is sitting on the couch behind the two on the floor watching while Hoseok and Jimin are playing around with a tennis ball they found somewhere (where they found it I have no clue) and Namjoon is sitting on the recliner reading a book from the nearby shelf with his long legs crossed over each other.

"Well I guess one helper is better than none." He nods and we talk for a little bit before a comfortable silence takes over the kitchen, it's nice to have company but not have the need or want to fill the soundless void.

With the dishes dried and put in the correct places (Yoongi needed help at least four times before he memorized the whole kitchen) I dry my hands off and set the towel on the oven handle before moving to the stairs. "I'm going to take a shower if you need any-" Jungkook interrupts by screaming. "Take that you cheating mother fucker!" In triumph he throws his hands in the air, Taehyung covering his eyes chuckling out of frustration his strategy didn't work anymore and I just giggle.

"I'm going to take a shower if you need anything, ask Yoongi." I point behind me as he walks forward trying to catch me before I sprint up the stairs laughing. He turns to face the room staring at him. "Don't ask me for a fucking thing, I barely got the kitchen down."

Stepping out of the shower I take a long look in the mirror. "Seven of them, that's a lot to handle. They're probably going to leave in the morning anyways so what's the point in putting them in better clothes?" I ask myself as I get dressed in an oversized band tee and long basketball shorts before the mirror talks back.

"Look at you, once a whore always a whore."

I recognize that voice, it's the same voice that would yell at me for something as little as spilling his beer when I brought it to him. "That's right babygirl, it's daddy." It whispers nastily.

I whip around and the only person I see in the mirror is myself, shaking my head I turn to walk back into my room when I see him through the mirror next to my bed and I freeze in front of it. "I'm sure you'll be a good fuck for those beasts, huh?" His reflection stares back with a shit eating grin, I grit my teeth and ball my hands into fists. "You're not real, I shot you four fucking times."

My mind flashes back to that night shivering at the image of his skull and brain matter littering the basement walls. "Oh sweetheart, you know that won't stop me from seeping into your subconscious. You know that better than anyone. Trauma like yours runs deeper than what people can see."

The venom drips from his mouth as he speaks it's acidic and my hands begin to hurt with how hard I'm pressing my nails into my palms. "Just go away dickwad, I don't need this shit." I wave him off but just when I think this illusion of my father couldn't get any more real he grabs my jaw, digging his fingers into my round cheeks. "You listen here cocksheath I don't need the attitude so drop it."

He growls and I nod out of habit, this was the first time he had actually touched me which meant he can hurt me if he wanted to, which I'm sure he does. "Sorry darlin' old habits die hard, ya know?" He chuckles darkly letting me go and I fall to my knees with a thud tears threatening to fall from my already puffy eyes.

"Such a good girl for daddy. Now get those filthy creatures out of here!" He shouts words only I can hear and my blood begins to boil. "They're not creatures, they're just as much of a human as I am." I whisper knowing if I shout back at him someone will come and wonder who I'm screaming at when they find me alone.

"No they're not! They belong in a zoo or a circus, they're freaks!" I cover my ears and rock back and forth while humming trying to block him out. "Pay attention to me bitch!" My body is shaking violently as he keeps shouting at me the world be damned at this point.

I stand up on my bare feet and look him in the eyes and my fist goes flying before I have a second to think about it, the mirror shatters into a million pieces and I fall knees first onto the shards below me, my face relaxed and void of all emotion.

I vaguely hear numerous pairs of feet running upstairs as I stare at the blood slowly covering the floor underneath me, I stare blankly at the floor when my bedroom door flies open, I don't dare move, still lost in my own head space. "Y/n! Fuck." Jungkook and Yoongi are the first to burst through the door followed closely by the others.

"Don't move that's a lot of shards on the floor." Yoongi is mindful of the broken mirror when he walks slowly towards my kneeling figure in the dimly lit room as the others stand nervously inside by the door.

"Y/n?" He waves his hand in front of my face and I flinch backwards and my back hits the bed, bringing my knees up to my chest I can't catch my breath and start breathing rapidly.

Bringing my hands up to my face to deflect the blow I'm sure was about to meet my body. "Please, stop. I-I'll be good I swear! I won't do it again." Of course this is when I can't tell illusion from reality, I try to make myself as small as I can so maybe the figure in front of me won't hurt me.

"Y/n, it's Yoongi. You're alright, we won't hurt you." He raises his hand to pull my arms from my face to reveal my red puffy eyes and wet cheeks, my eyes full of pain. "Take a deep breath for me okay? Deep breath kitten come on."

I keep my eyes trained on my knees unwilling to meet their gaze. My breathing slowly regulates and I eventually come back to reality, slowly taking in the environment around me and the seven hybrid's standing around my bedroom door with worried faces.

Jimin is crying against Taehyung's chest while silent tears fall from his eyes, Hoseok is hiding behind Namjoon with his tail tucked between his legs while the wolf hybrid stands tall resisting the urge to pick me up, put me into bed and scent the hell out of me until he decides it's enough.

Jin is shaking and out of breath from running up the stairs quicker than he ever has before while Jungkook is standing next to Yoongi who's kneeling in front of me his expression the calmest out of them but he's anything but calm his primal need to scent and soothe almost clouds his judgment when he takes my hand that sucker punched the mirror into his own.

"Sweetheart, where do you keep the first aid kit? Can you tell me?" His voice is soft and quiet I almost didn't hear him. Looking at him nodding towards my bathroom, he tears his eyes away from me to tell one of them to go grab it then quickly turns his attention back to my shaking form. 

"Let's move you to the bed so we can get you cleaned up." I shake my head determined to stay on the floor, to stay as small as I possibly can. Namjoon grunts and my head snaps to him waiting by the door, meeting his eyes for all but a moment before Hoseok comes back with the first aid kit from the bathroom and hands it off to the panther hybrid in front of me.

He sets a hand on my shoulder trying to look me in the eyes and failing when I bring my head into my lap. "I'm going to clean the blood off your hand and knees, okay?" I shake my head and he takes my bloody hand in his, without missing a single step he tilts his head to look at the hybrids at the door. "Could one of you find the broom and clean this up so she doesn't cut her foot when I put her in bed?"

I let out a hiss of pain when the cotton bud soaked in alcohol meets a particularly deep cut on my knuckles. "N-no, I'll c-clean it, please don't feel the need to clean up my mess. I hate that you have to see me so weak, I'm not worth fretting over like this." I take my hand back tears falling from my eyes before Yoongi is finished cleaning it but he quickly takes it back with a tsk and I raise my head.

"That's bullshit and you know it. Nobody with a heart like yours could be worthless." He scowls at me not out of anger but out of concern for my well being.

I watch him clean and bandage the wounds on my body silently and I've calmed down quite a bit surprisingly enough. "Can you stand?" Jungkook makes his presence known, I look down and try to push my big ass off of the floor but my legs quickly turn into mush and I fall back down to the floor, a piece of glass cuts into my already bandaged hand and starts to bleed.

"I swear you're more accident prone than Namjoon." Jungkook chuckles trying his best to make light of the current situation. He nudges past Yoongi to me and picks me up bridal style then turns to set me on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" He looks down at me with his sweet chocolate brown eyes and I give him a small smile shaking my head no.

"Give me your hand, clumsy woman. I should've known you'd be accident prone when your chair fell over standing up from the kitchen table earlier." Yoongi rolls his eyes as he patches my hand yet again and my smile grows tenfold. "I know, I'm sorry you guys had to see me like this and take care of me. Haven't even been here a day." I apologize to the room as Yoongi kisses my wrist before putting it by my side again.

"Don't apologize kit. You have nothing to be sorry for and don't argue with me." His eyes flash yellow with narrow slits in the middle before they quickly go back to normal and I nod in return my eyes slowly closing before shooting open again looking over at Jimin and he walks over with his tail wrapped around his waist.

"I'm sorry I made you cry Jiminie." I sniffle before he comes closer to my bed, careful to avoid the broken mirror and Yoongi who's bent over to sweep up the shards with the broom Taehyung finally brought up. "I was so scared when I saw the blood, I thought you- I- I thought..." Tears fill his eyes again and I caress his face wiping away the stray tear that fell onto his pink cheek.

He moves to crawl into bed behind me on instinct before he stops looking at me for permission and I give him a nod before he moves under the blankets behind me. He cuddles against my back and rubs his nose against the nape of my neck to soothe his own nerves as he wraps his arm around my stomach and under my head.

The others slowly make their way out of the room leaving Jimin, Yoongi and myself alone. Yoongi sits at the edge of the bed gently kneading my calf while Jimin snores softly tightening his grip and rubbing his cheek against my neck every so often so I knew he was still here.

[achillesthv]

◍ 𝙑𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘭' 𝘰𝘱ér𝘢

[spacequokka]

hi i just choked on my food but i'd like to say i see no lies ty

bts + make up a guy pt.3

[safiries]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒⠀ 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾⠀ 𝗂⠀ 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾⠀ 𝗆𝗒⠀ 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌,

⠀ 𝗂𝗍⠀ '⠀ 𝗌⠀ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾⠀ 𝖺⠀ 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄⠀ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾.

[bighitfics]

jeon jungkook fanfics you should definitely watch before he comes back from the military.

(because girl you need it!) ୨୧ ‧₊˚

Trapped ୨ৎ by @jasminefics

— billionaire jungkook with serious anger issues, unrequited love (not really), forced proximity, marriage of convenience.

(the bgm alongside the writing is just topnotch, this author portrays jungkook as a grey character so wonderfully, you will find yourself confused but equally enthralled because you don’t know if you’re supposed to hate him or lowkey understand where he comes from)

One Night Stand With A Wanted Criminal ༄ by @bangtanff

— criminal jungkook, enemies to lovers, she fell first he fell harder kinda trope, smut, angst.

(this is a mini web series at this point, the one that deserves to air on netflix or amazon prime, the visual quality of this fanfic is unrivalled, the playlist is so convincing you’ll think its an album originally made for this series only, the best jungkook fanfic on youtube (in terms of quality)

Some Little Things Called Love ୭˚. ᵎᵎ by @.dreamers

— strangers to lovers, drama, angst, slice of life.

(it took me a while to get over this series, because I couldn’t stop crying my heart out for them, trust me when i tell you that my entire perspective on life changed after i finished watching it, some kdrama script writers need to take notes or hire her because the storyline is so impactful, we need more of such genres)

The Other Man ٠࣪⭑ by @hwangguemfictions

— love triangle, slowburn, depressed oc, simp jungkook (who fell first, and harder everytime)

(you might feel a little pissed at the beginning but every character is right at their own places, you can’t really judge or despise anyone, i love this fic with all my arteries)

From Now, Forever. 𓍯 by @hwangguemfictions

— whole kdrama feels, strangers to lovers, ill and sick oc, toxic delulu jungkook.

(I could feel the pain over the screen ya’ll, the endings really bittersweet!)

Stalker ୨ৎ by @starkofwinterfall

— stalker jungkook, university au, kidnapping, found family.

(this is so good omg! takes me back in time 😫🤚🏽 had me screaming, blushing, sliding down the door!!! the plot twist will blow your mind girlies)

have a good watch sweet cheeks ཻུ۪۪♡.

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[i-am-baechu]

I’ll be posting this next Tuesday!!! 😇😇😇😇😇😇

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Title: Clumsy  

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Paring: Teacher! Seokjin x Teacher! Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: ‘Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love’. 

Park Y/N has always been clumsy and it gets worse when she has a crush. First time meeting Kim Seokjin wasn’t the best and her world came crashing down when she saw him laughing to himself after her spill. To make things even worse, everyone knows that she likes him except for him. Why can’t she win in relationships? 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, angst, and smut

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Playlist: Clumsy - Fergie

“Y/N, you should be wrapped up in bubble wrap.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair as she stared up at the ceiling, “You're not helping me.” 

Her best friend, Kim Mingyu, let out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders, “I never said I was going to help you.” 

Y/N let out a groan and sat back up in her chair, “It wasn’t that embarrassing...” 

Mingyu tossed a chip into his mouth as he raised his eyebrow, “You knocked down a whole shelf in his classroom and then you broke his door when you tried to flee the scene. I think that's pretty embarrassing.” 

She crumbled up a piece of paper and tossed it at Mingyu’s head as she pouted, “Your so fucking annoying.”

“You just need confidence to be in the same room as him.” 

“It’s not that easy...” 

Park Y/N is clumsy, there’s no getting around that. From the moment she could walk, her parents knew she would cause heart attacks. Not from being pretty but from worrying them to the point their heart gives out. There were times where she wished she was like her older sister, Park Umiko and maybe then Kim Seokjin could fall in love with her. Seokjin would fall in love with someone that was a world class ballerina and not a clumsy teacher. Umiko was elegant and she had this aura that brought people in. Umiko never tripped or broke something when she saw her crush, if anything they were tripping to get to her first.

Seokjin has been her crush for the past two years and it’s embarrassing. For starters, she’s twenty-six. Who has crushes when you're almost thirty? Second reason is, everyone knows she likes him. When she says everyone, she means everyone. All the students talk about it in the hallways and some even have bets when the teacher is going to confess. If she could, she would die but she doesn’t have good health insurance so...staying alive it is. 

[marxy-06]

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　 ۫ 𝓦e ain't slowing d𝒪wn ⠀⠀᮫ ⠀⠀͡꒱  

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✿ ۪⋆ rich baby daddy

[orchidyoonkook]

PG | KTH

Title: PG 

Pairing: Older Brother's Best Friend!Kim Taehyung x (F)!Reader

Rating//Genre: (M) | One Shot, Friends to Lovers, Age Gap, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut and Touches of Fluff

Summary: You aren’t delusional enough to think anything would ever happen between the two of you, not for a damn second. Be it the age difference, the fact that he’s your brother's friend, or the extremely high likelihood that he sees you as nothing more than Fourteen’s annoying little sister that he can use to rile said best friend up.

But that’s about it. Nothing more. And reality is something you’re able to keep a solid grasp on when it comes to him. You don’t let it go for the sake of acting on a one sided and unrequited feeling you know will pass… eventually.

Warnings: nicknames! a disgusting amount, language, assholes being assholes but being put in their place, brotherly love, sibling antics, tae is a swimmer and knows judo, also a Dan is--for the lack of better phrasing--a high belt level in judo. think of it like a black belt, OC cant keep it in her pants and neither can tae, mutual pining, lots of great gatsby references because I'm tyring to be that bitch (I am joking), tae has tats, OC's brother is an overprotective idiot but we love him anyway, slight physical abuse not by tae or reader or fourteen--basically someone grips an arm too harshly, some panic but no panic attack,

Explicit warnings under the cut.

Word Count: 11,521

Release Date: September 15, 2024. 12:00PM

A/N 1: The biggest most huge thank you to @violetsiren90 for being my sounding board, tech support and beta. She's a real one and y'all are sleeping on her work if you haven't alread read it. Go check her out!

A/N 2: My access to the adobe suite was aha....revoked. So! this is my first time making a banner and divider without photoshop. Therfore, the banner and the divider are a bit different than what I'm used to having XD. Tumblr is also absolutely destroying the qualty which is sooooo great. It looks wonky and blurry to me on desktop but fine on mobile so it is what it is. If i ever get adobe access again I'll probably come back and update the graphics.

Explicit Warnings: *ahem* nicknames, teasing, kissing, biting, marking (several ways), hand and finger kink (duh), voice kinklet (duhhhh), hair 'pulling' (m rec), semi public if you squint, hella foreplay, tae has a big dick, penetrative sex, oral (m+f rec), fingering, handjob?, multiple orgasms, body worship, switch like activities but mostly dominant tae, posessiveness, confessions, reader takes what she wants but so does tae, exhibitionism if you squint, slight cum play/eating, implied squirting, choking, cream pie. Pretty sure thats all of them. i never reailse how many i need to put until the list is done and wow *chuckes while blushing*

“Oi, can you fucking not? My sister’s right fucking there,” your older brother, Fourteen—nicknamed for his forever mental age—ridiculously and unneededly overprotective as always, says.

It is especially unneeded and ridiculous as he’s saying it to Tae, when all he’s doing is taking off his shirt to go for a swim in your pool. Like he’s been doing since you were tweens.

Well.

Since you were a tween and they were nearing the legal drinking age. But that’s besides the point. 

Best friend to your knuckle head of an older brother, you honest to god have no idea how they became friends. 

Taehyung is poetry and jazz and button up cotton shirts. Old book smell and expensive cologne, ringed fingers and whiskey, neat. The kind of vibe someone would get from being raised by a very successful lawyer for a father and a top ranking university professor of literature for a mother, while Fourteen is… your older brother. 

Maybe it’s a younger sister thing to not understand how her older brother has any friends. Considering you grew up with him, know all of his weird and gross habits, have a lovely dash of sibling bullying thrown in that you two share equally, and more. Yet, by some miracle, he and Tae manage to balance one another out. 

Tae—fucking somehow—makes your brother into a more presentable human being. He showers more than twice a week and wears deodorant every day now—even puts the seat down after peeing, a habit you’ve been screaming at him to stop doing since you could use the toilet. While Fourteen gives Tae a rougher edge he previously never seemed to be able to grasp, despite trying his best too. 

For example, the several delicate tattoos he now has all over his body, your favourite of which is an old timey record player on the inside of his forearm. They were something he’d been wanting to do for years, but only finally bit the bullet on and did once Fourteen took him when they were twenty two. 

Since then the collection’s only grown, much to your inner glee and mental dismay. 

And don’t even get you started on the delicate, thin rimmed glasses he occasionally wears—golden and the perfect shape for his face—or the ear piercings that just really fucking cement the tortured poet look that makes your heart clench every. single. time. you look at him. 

Similarly to what it’s doing right now, though no one ever knows due to your truly oscar worthy talent for acting completely oblivious to the beautiful shirtless man about to dive in. Call it over a decades worth of practice, and the fact that it’s also nothing you hadn’t gloriously taken in all teenagehood long. 

Every time you could get it. 

Which was a lot because Tae was on the high school swim team. 

For four years. 

And then the university swim team.

For another four. 

Teenage you was a lucky bitch. Now you’re only blessed with this sight when he comes over to swim laps or attempt to drown Fourteen. Which, admittedly, was still often. But not nearly as much as back then. 

The sight in question however, is curled black hair that frames eyes so warm you swear the sun’s relocated to his irises, and a jawline that makes the Statue of David’s pathetic in comparison. It’s fingers that make your mouth water from the way they flip book pages and thighs that make you think thoughts and things you never thought you would. 

It’s the scribbled text: ‘To err is human; to forgive, divine’ tattooed across his ribs, and a lean torso, muscled but not outrageously so. Just enough to have you forcing yourself not to stare at the delicate lines of his abdomen every time he comes over for a swim. 

Thank god for sunglasses. 

“Nah, I’m sure PG can handle it, Dumbass. I’ve only been using your pool every summer for the last 15 years give or take,” Tae says with a quirked brow and a half smile directed at you. 

Behind your sunnies, you heat up a touch, and internally sigh. Have you mentioned his smile yet? 

Because oh yeah, his fucking smile. 

Tae’s a nickname kind of person, hence why even you call your brother ‘Fourteen’. Taehyung’s called him Fourteen for so long now that calling your brother by his birth name just feels wrong. 

This being said, PG is Tae’s nickname for you. 

It stands for the TV rating ‘Parental Guidance’ because you’re younger by enough that when you were still under the age of 18, they—see: your brother and Tae because they’ve been joined at the hip since they met—were usually assigned babysitting duty. Very much the ‘take your sister with you’ sibling, but they never complained. Not once.

As much as you and Fourteen bully one another, you’re actually quite close when you aren’t verbally sparring—which is where his annoying overprotectiveness comes in. Even when it comes to Taehyung. 

“Yeah, Dumbass,” you copy, earning a smirk from Tae as he leans down to take his shoes off. “It’s just Tae.”

“It’s not about that YN, it’s about respect. You’re my little sister, and Fuckass over here,” you brother jabs a thumb in Tae’s direction, which earns you a second hidden smirk from the Fuckass in question, “Still doesn’t know how to respect that fact even after a decade and a half apparently.”

You shrug as Fourteen finishes his point and narrows his eyes at his best friend. Tae gives him a shit eating grin that screams ‘what are you going to do about it’ and your brother gives him a two fingered salute before shaking his head and taking off his own shirt. 

You take that as your cue to put your head back down because you don’t need to see that. 

Currently in very comfortable linen shorts and tank, you’re sitting on a padded pool lounger, rereading The Great Gatsby for the hundredth time. It’s one of the classics that never gets old for you, has the benefit of being a shorter read—therefore perfect for the poolside—and happens to be the copy Tae’d gotten you for Christmas a couple years ago. Pure coincidence, you tell yourself. Nothing more. 

With the beautiful addition of your very darkly glassed sunnies, it also makes the perfect decoy as you watch Tae over the top of the open book without risk of being caught. 

You firmly follow the rule of a little looking can’t hurt. 

You aren’t delusional enough to think anything would ever happen between the two of you, not for a damn second. Be it the age difference, the fact that he’s your brother's friend, or the extremely high likelihood that he sees you as nothing more than Fourteen’s annoying little sister that he can use to rile said best friend up—see: current shirt stripping debacle. It’s not the first nor the last time he’ll do something like it, and you’re pretty sure you and Tae have an unspoken agreement at this point to push as many of Fourteen’s buttons as you can together, just to see how far he’ll let it go before freaking out.

But that’s about it. Nothing more. And reality is something you’re able to keep a solid grasp on when it comes to him. You don’t let it go for the sake of acting on a one sided and unrequited feeling you know will pass… eventually. 

Despite the flames that rage and roar on in your heart. 

Despite the green light on the dock across the way tackling your brother under the water. 

You hold on. And only in these little moments of in between do you allow yourself to look. Pockets of time where a peek won’t be seen or recorded, and a moment of self indulgence keeps your sanity from trying to escape its tightly locked box.

You look and look and look until the green light is covered in fog once more, and the lid of the box seals tight.  

Another day, another glorious abuse of best friend privileges, Taehyung thinks to himself as he continues his butterfly down the imaginary lanes in Fourteen’s pool. 

He tries to come over at least three times a week. Four or five if he’s able, the more he’s over the higher chance he has to see you, not just Fourteen. But he’s rarely able to these days. 

Though the wind appears to have shifted in his favour today. You’re sitting on the lounge chairs again, reading away in the afternoon sun. 

It’s his favourite view. And it’s sweetened by the fact that you’re in the shorts he loves and reading a book he gave you. Something he’s done since before he could remember, really. 

Christmases and birthdays, he’s always given you a book. Usually a classic, sometimes something else. If it caught his eye or reminded him of you, he’d grab it and save it until the next Christmas or the next birthday, whichever came first. And you’ve always loved them, so he’s never stopped. 

They’re gifts that seem harmless to Fourteen, and for the most part they are. But these last few have been…different. Had deeper thought put into them. The titles, the story lines, the prose. He swears you notice it, but maybe that’s just his own wishful thinking. 

And he sure as fuck can’t be doing any of that. 

This cold water isn’t doing its job well enough.

Finishing his set, Tae swims over to rest before starting on his front stroke. Forearms hold him up on the edge of the pool, his chin balancing on stacked knuckles while his breath catches. 

He also uses this little break as an excuse to talk to you. He only ever freely can when Fourteen isn’t around, and right now his best friend is inside grabbing drinks, towels and probably relieving himself–which, knowing Fourteen—could take anywhere from thirty seconds to thirty minutes. So he has to take advantage of every moment he gets. 

“Got any new recommendations for me PG?” 

Books are an easy starting point when it comes to you. Fourteen may be a graphic novel at best kind of guy, but your brain can’t seem to inhale enough books to satiate it. And just the thought makes his temples rush with heat. 

He should dunk his head again.

You lower your Fitzgerald by one inch and raise an eyebrow to counter it. Just like your brother, you’re always one to give him a hard time. Make him work for every millimeter of ground conquered. And he’s pretty sure you have a smirk hiding behind the pages, though he can’t be certain due to the sunglasses hiding your eyes. 

“Maybe,” you say. “What do I get in return?” 

Answering that question about fifty different ways in his head, Tae decides none can be said out loud. He seriously needs to fucking reel himself in. Fourteen could return at any moment and the last thing Tae needs to have is a problem between his legs because you never make it easy for him. 

But rather than listening to his very rational thoughts and very logical brain, he instead decides to say fuck it, and croons in the voice that used to fluster you as a teenager. 

“What do you want in return, PG?” Hoping to soften you up, even the playing field a bit. 

And it works like a charm. 

Your body releases its tension on an exhale, your page is marked, book set to the side, and your legs extend and stretch before crossing at the ankle. It makes him wonder if your little girlhood crush on him still exists somewhere in the back of your mind. Probably not.

Scratch that. 

Definitely not.  

“What if I wanted a new nickname?” you ask.

Both his eyebrows raise in surprise. “What’s wrong with PG?”

“It makes me feel like I’m eleven,” you explain. And then hit him with a dose of his own medicine as you croon, “I’m not eleven anymore, Tae.”

No you sure as hell are not. And it kills him in a way that has him wanting to die over and over again. 

He could consider it. But he doesn’t think he’ll change it, not when PG can stand for so many wonderful things. Things you would never think he’d let it when addressing you. Things that would have Fourteen trying for drowning attempt number two thousand four hundred sixty three, and succeeding. 

“I’ll think about it—Fair?”

You ponder before agreeing. “Fair.”

“Now about those recommendations…” He reminds you, and that’s all it takes to get you going.

Fourteen comes out about ten minutes later, but by then, Tae has a new list of books to grab from the store, two laps under him with eight more to go, and you’re reading again—one bare leg bent at the knee he’s trying very hard to ignore when he comes up for air. 

By the time he’s due for another breather, you’re talking to your brother about plans for the weekend. 

“I’m going out early on Friday for Rei’s birthday, remember? And I’ll probably crash at her place after,” you say. 

Fourteen is sitting on the second lounge chair across from you, most likely playing a game on his phone if Tae had to guess. But at your reminder, your brother looks up.

“Fuck that’s right. Okay so no dinner then, I’ll just grab something on my way in.”

“Sounds good. What about tonight?”

Fourteen gives it about two seconds of thought. “How about Don’s?”

Your face lights up at the suggestion. “Fuck yes! I’ve been craving their milkshakes for like a week. Hey Tae!” you call to him. “Don’s for dinner? There’s a chocolate shake with your name on it if you’re down.”

Tae pushes himself out of the water onto the pavement and doesn’t miss the sly once over you give him while Fourteen chucks a towel at his chest, covering your eyes with his other hand. 

He catches the projectile before it can knock him back into the pool, and uses it to dry his hair.

“Dude! Seriously? Go find a fucking shirt or something, no one wants to see that.”

You swat your sibling’s hand away and give him a look that screams ‘grow up’ while Tae drapes the towel over her shoulders, a hand gripping at each end. 

“I’m only down if Dumbass is paying,” he says, smirking at your brother. 

“—What—”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” you agree, holding out your hand in his direction. 

“—Hey wait a seco—”

Tae grabs and shakes just to watch the steam flee Fourteen’s ears at the contact. He meets your eyes conspiratorially, and you both nod before rushing Fourteen. 

“—You fuckers!—” is all he gets out before Tae and you are grabbing an arm and a leg each and throwing Fourteen’s fully clothed ass in the pool. 

He curses the both of you out several times as he treads, drenched and dripping, up the stairs and out of the water. Tae throws him the towel. 

“You’ll pay for that, Asshole,” Fourteen tells Tae, and Tae grins. 

“Oh, I’m counting on it. Worth it though.”

“And you!” Fourteen says, eyes on you. “What the fuck dude? The betrayal to your darling, one and only brother hurts. I’m wounded,” he lays it on thick, walking up directly beside you. 

You're a hairsbreadth too late to realize when he shakes his hair out directly over top of you and you shriek, pulling your knees up, protecting the book under your shirt and behind your legs at all costs.

“Fourteen! The book! I will kill you if you damage it!”

Fourteen chuckles. “Payback’s a bitch Little Sister.”

You sneer at him, checking your prized possession for injury. Not a scratch. 

“And sopping wet is your colour, Jackass.”

“Big words for someone who can just as easily be thrown in the pool.”

You pause. Eyeing him directly. 

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

Your brother looks at Tae with an evil plot in his eyes and you screech as they both nod once. You drop your book behind you as they yank you up by your arms and fling you into the pool, too much momentum from them and not enough resistance from you leaving you matching your darling, one and only brother.

As you come up for air, two colossal splashes ricochet from the left and right. Tae and Fourteen having both cannonballed in on either side of you. You choke on splattered water for a second before you’re attacking them with splashes, merciless in your pursuit for revenge. 

“You both suck!” you half giggle half yell. 

“Yet you love us anyway!” your brother falsely—correctly—claims. 

You roll your eyes before trudging out, heavier and dripping with your soaked clothes.

And it's not until weekend plans are cast aside for current memories, Taehyung treating you all to dinner, and you treating everyone to milkshakes, that all is forgiven. 

It turns out Rei’s dad knows the manager of the most exclusive club in the city—Youth—and managed to call in a favour. So now you, her, and your other bestie, Lea, are all on the dancefloor to celebrate her birthday. 

Rei’s first request for the night besides not paying for a single drink, was to dress up in the hottest, sluttiest outfits the club's dress code would allow for. 

This, for you, meant a black, square necked, low cut, and thin strapped satin slip dress that hugged you in all the right ways, matching heels adored with ankle strap bows and a sultry makeup look. Lea chose a dark blue shimmery number with a high leg split, vibrant graphic eyeliner, and wedges, while the birthday girl found the skimpiest forest green mini dress you’ve ever seen paired with heels that wrap ribbons up her legs, and a subtle dewy look on her lids. 

She’s glowing, and needless to say, they both look hot and so do you. 

Rei’s second request for the night was to dance until you either collapsed or threw up, whichever came first. A goal you were all making a steady descent towards as the night progressed. 

That is, until your blood runs cold at the sight of your cheating ex boyfriend making his way through the crowd in a direct beeline towards you. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You’re alone right now. Rei and Lea are taking a bathroom break. 

You insisted you’d be fine for ten minutes. It was just ten minutes. What could possibly go wrong in ten minutes?

But apparently god just loves to play jokes because here you are, three shots in, not emotionally prepared enough to be near him, let alone speak to him, and by yourself in this huge crowd of strangers while he’s making very good time on his route to you. 

Fuck! You do not want to deal with him right now or—fucking ever, actually. 

He’d cheated on you four times that he admitted too throughout your two and a half year relationship, all while faking being blindingly happy directly to your face. He’d lied to you and hurt you and made you wonder what you did wrong for him to do that to you. It took all of your third year of university and more therapy sessions than you care to admit to realize you were never the problem, and that he was a piece of shit. 

So, with the fifteen feet between you two quickly shrinking, you try your best to hide from him in the crowd, only to run directly into him when you duck past a fellow club goer. 

Son of a b—

“Heyyy Y/N, how’ve you been?” he says like he didn’t destroy your entire sense of self worth for a couple quick fucks. 

You want to down three more shots just to be able to puke all over him. Intentionally, you haven’t seen him in years and just the reek of his stale ass cologne has you close. 

“Fuck off Micah, don’t you have somewhere you need to be sticking your dick—like a garbage disposal?” You snark, doing your damndest to not let him get close. But the throng of bodies surrounding you have other ideas and you’re thrown against your least favourite person in existence.

Delusional as ever, Micah sleezes, “Doesn’t seem like you want me to leave just yet, Kitten,” and you shove him off you as hard as you can while bile rises at the horrible name you used to beg him not to call you. 

You need to get off the dance floor.

Now.

Before you can, Micah grabs your arm and he pulls you back into him, hard.

Tae watches you out of the corner of his eye, wondering why in the hell you came to this club, of all the clubs out there. 

The club he was at. Wearing that and truly testing the limits of his self control.

Music blasts through speakers that move the ocean on the dancefloor. Bodies sway like waves, some crashing into one another with teeth and tongues and passion, others pushing with the current, grinding and gripping and grabbing at anything they can get their hands on. The louder and faster the notes whirl over their swells, the harsher the storm rages on, people flowing in and out of the eye when needed. 

He’s sitting at a booth on a dais high enough to watch you in the hurricane whilst being out of eyesight, notably with one or two faces he barely recognizes enough to most likely be your friends. 

They appear to be currents. They drag you into deeper waters and you let them, helpless to their siren call. Leading you to your place amongst the sea life, and reveling in the way the melodies wash over you again and again with every song that plays. 

His eyes follow you as you dance, curious if Fourteen knows you’re here before flinging the thought out of his head as quickly as it entered. You’re grown now, don’t need protection anymore. A lesson he learned the day you returned from university after graduating. 

No longer his best friend's kid sister who they kept an eye on, but a woman who was and still is growing into herself beautifully. A woman who is steadfast, strong and more often than not, correct in her opinions. A woman who is well read and equally if not more so well spoken when she deigns to acknowledge his existence. A woman who knows how and when to turn all of that off in order to team up with him in a roast battle for the books against her brother. 

He thinks of that day as the beginning of his downfall. 

He can humbly admit that his intelligence, demeanor and education are things that have been nurtured into existence by his parents and carefully maintained by himself with practice and both mental and physical exercise. He takes care of himself, inside and out. Exercises regularly, eats well, has good hygiene. He’s level headed and patient. Respectful and responsible. Controlled and competent. 

He prides himself on these things. Actively works towards keeping them maintained. 

And yet. 

Somehow when it comes to you, he is little more than a single brain celled idiot. 

All of the things he uses to measure his self worth evaporate whenever you enter his field of vision and he becomes fucking ravenous. And all of his focus goes into controlling himself.

He’d never noticed before, never thought of you in the way he does now. How when your currents break from formation and head towards the bathrooms, their outgoing force creates a riptide that some fuckhead with a stupid haircut uses to sweep in and dance with you. 

But you push him away. 

He doesn’t get the memo, and the mophead tries his best to yank you out to sea again.

Magma flows through Taehyung's veins, thunder cracks in his ears and all he can think about is storming through the crowd to steal you from said fuckhead by claiming you for himself.

But he won’t. 

Can’t.

All because of his darling best friend. 

Fourteen doesn’t know about his feelings for you of course. And Tae rather likes being alive and in one piece, two things he most definitely would not remain should he act on any of these feelings.

You are wholly off limits, forbidden. A little too young, a little too immediately related to his best friend, a little too perfectly his fucking type. It kills him every time he can’t even look at you without Fourteen going into what he calls ‘asshole mode’. 

So you remain in his very close periphery. Untouchable to the fingertips he aches to caress you with as you dangle your existence in front of him. Your wicked tongue, your delicious intelligence, your sexy fucking legs—fuck!

He has to stop thinking about you like this.

But that only makes him want you more. 

It’s like the gods handcrafted you for him. Every piece, every detail of you immaculate, but he committed one to many sins in his past life, and now they’ve locked you away forever as punishment. 

You float across the night sky, stuck in a golden cell. Its fourteen bars hold you hostage amongst the stars, all while he’s chained to the bottom of the ocean floor gasping for air. 

But fuck the gods and fuck their gilded cages. 

He’d break from his chains, swim to the surface of the sea and grow wings. Would break your prison apart with the sheer force of his wanting, then drag you down to the depths if it meant he got to keep you for himself. 

He would. He really, really fucking would. If his world wouldn’t implode completely if he did. 

So he keeps these thoughts to himself. Forces them down as they try their damndest to bubble over and burn him, because they will if he lets them. If any of them get outside these little moments, the ones where he allows himself to feel, he would burn and burn and burn until there was nothing left. 

Therefore, Taehyung has never been more grateful that his best friend was stuck on the night shift while he watched you dance and enjoy yourself, because it granted him this sliver of time to pretend like your brother doesn’t exist. 

That you are something he could let himself have, if you wanted him to.

And he’s solid in his decision to only observe, to stay inside his little moment, until fuckhead doesn’t get the message for the third time and Taehyung is out of his seat before he can think. 

Because Fourteen isn't here. 

And old habits die hard. 

“What the hell? Let me go, Micah!” You see his eyes then, red rimmed and glazed. He definitely has more than one thing in his system as his grip on you hardens further. The more you struggle, the tighter he grasps and—ouch, ouch, ouch, yank, fuck! Ow!—it’s really starting to hurt. 

“Just give me one more chance Kitten, I promise I’ll do better,” he whisper in your ear over the music, and you cringe back from how loud he is. But that doesn’t stop him from continuing, “I fucked up, I know I did. But that was years ago, and I learned my lesson. Just one more chance Kitten, just one more, and I—I promise. I promise it won’t happen again. It won’t. I really miss y–AH! What the fuck!?”

The hand on your arm releases the second Micah yelps in pain. You look down to see familiar ringed fingers around Micah’s wrist, clutching so hard they’re white knuckled and skin bruising. 

A broad chest comes to rest at your back, and an arm snakes around you. Its large palm rests on your stomach and hip as it pulls you tightly against its owner. 

Words covered in sharpest ice are spoken from behind you, their baritone so recognizable they have you melting back into him. 

Safe. 

You’re safe. 

Exhale.

“Do. Not. Touch. Her.” Taehyung growls so deeply, so powerfully, you feel the rumble from behind his sternum reverberate into your body. 

Micah’s focus shifts from his wrist to the man several inches taller and several years his senior still holding it. You watch as his face contorts from pained to confused and then to murderous. 

“The fuck are you to tell me not to touch my girlfriend?” Micah seethes, and you stiffen because no the fuck you are not, and haven’t been for several years. 

How blitzed out of his mind is he right now?

You don’t even get the chance to deny his words before Taehyung’s on Micah like fire to dried grass.

“Don’t make me laugh, Asshole. No way in hell an pig faced looking fucker like you could pull a woman like her. Now,” Tae roughly shoves Micah’s hand back to him, and it forces Micah to stumble into the people behind with the force. “Get the fuck away from My Girl before I make you My Problem. And trust me,” Tae says in a tone so dangerous, you’ve never heard him sound so terrifying in the fifteen plus years you’ve known him, “You don’t want me to make you my problem.”

And you realize, that this isn’t the Taehyung you’ve grown up with; seen through his awkward teen years and watched come into his adult life with. This isn’t jazz music and poetry Taehyung. 

This Taehyung has only ever come out the handful of times you’ve ever been in trouble. The one who studied Judo with Fourteen growing up, the one who has his fourth Dan. 

The one who does not play when it comes to you and your safety. 

It’s enough to know that Taehyung is more than pissed off, and more than a little ready to beat the absolute shit out of Micah, if the whiskey on his breath says anything about his loosened inhibitions. 

Micah seems to sense this too, and decides to back off. But not without a stupid macho expression and two middle fingers directed at both of you as he disappears into the crowd, and out of sight. 

You can feel the tension radiating off Taehyung in waves, a coil so tightly wound that a gentle breeze could set him loose, so you turn around and attempt to safely unwind. His hand moves from your stomach to your lower back, and you ignore the trail of wildfire it leaves in its wake because Tae’s eyes haven’t wavered from the spot where Micah just stood. 

“Don’t.” You say, loud enough for him to hear. And his flame filled irises snap to yours, burning. “He’s not worth it.”

Your words seem to bring him back somewhat because Tae sniggers. “Damn right he’s not,” then softens. “Are you okay?”

You look anywhere but at him, the reality of the last three minutes crashing down onto your head like broken glass while the both of you are still caught in the middle of the dancefloor. 

The people around you seem to understand something’s happened, and you’re left mostly untouched aside from the gentle nudges of inebriated party goers whose balance isn’t the best at the moment. 

Like the mellowed waves in the eye of a storm.

Taehyung seems to make sense of this at the same time you do, and lifts his free hand for you to take. Slipping your fingers into his, he leads you to an unused and out of the way emergency exit hallway somewhere in the back of the club. It’s completely empty and dark, undisturbed besides the occasional server passing by. 

It’s private. 

It’s safe. 

You’re safe.

You’re safe.

He lets go of your hand and looks at you again. “Now, are you okay?” 

The adrenaline is wearing off, and you can feel yourself start to shake. You ignore it. Sort of.

“I’m okay,” you say. But he’s eyeing you suspiciously and rightly so, so you repeat yourself, trying to convince your own brain more than his right now. 

“I’m okay, really! I’m good. I’m–” you exhale a shaky breath and he doesn’t ask before pulling you to his chest. Wrapping both his arms around you, one around your back while the other holds your head protectively to him. Your own go around his waist as you grip him back tighter.

“I’ve got you,” he says.

“I’m okay,” you say again, muffled into his black high necked shirt, taking deep breaths of his soothing, familiar scent. You do it and again, and again. Repeating the pretty lie to yourself again and again until it becomes the truth. 

He doesn’t let go until you do, and you don’t let go until you’ve finally stopped shaking.

You look up into his eyes, and all signs of his previous wrath are gone. It seems the hug didn’t ground just you, it grounded him too. Got him out of the headspace that would’ve been required for action first, words later. But now the sun is back, it shines down on you, and you bask in its warmth. 

“I’m good now. Thank you,” you say in an even and unwavering voice, because you are. The panic and immense relief having washed over you, and you’re once again simply, pleasantly buzzed. 

Though you do have a new problem in the form of the warmth pooling low from the feeling of both his hands still on your lower back. 

You’re trying to convince yourself it’s his way of keeping you safe.

But the lock on your box has the key inside it, and it’s just begging for you to turn it. 

“Good,” he replies, still not letting go. And it’s chipping away at your sanity. “Who was that guy? I only caught the last bit of his pathetic ramblings.”

You wince. Due to a lovely combination of not being very active on social media, not being much of a picture taker, and the newly dyed hair Micah seemed to be sporting tonight, you’re not surprised Tae didn’t recognize him. 

“Ah. Uhm…That was...Micah,” you admit, unable to meet his eyes again. That’s when you notice his outfit tonight is all black. 

Oh you are so fucked.

 “As in Micah, Micah?” Tae asks neutrally, familiar with what your ex had done, just not what he looked like. 

“...Yeah...”

“I see.”

“Yeah...” You say again. Because what else could you say?

Tae cracks a smile. “Should’ve let me kick his ass. The balls on him not only to approach you, but to call you his—” he cuts himself off, biting the inside of his cheek before continuing in a hushed, caring tone. “After everything he’s done to you, you should’ve let me, PG. Consequences be damned.”

Your cheeks flame at the nickname so close to your ears. So tenderly said. And you honestly can’t tell if you still hate it in this moment, or if it’s only adding kindling to the fire his hands are fueling at the base of your spine. 

The new name he’d called you earlier, its ignition point. 

My Girl.

My Girl.

You swear, even in your panicked state, you’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe before inhaling far too much all at once. 

Fuck, what you won’t give to hear him say it again. But you’re 98.9% sure that’s the three shots of vodka talking. Trying their best to turn the damn key. And maybe they succeed in turning it half way—hell, maybe all the way, because you look him back in the eyes and hear yourself say,

“Maybe I should’ve, but I was far too distracted by the new nickname you finally gave me to give a single fuck about anyone else.”

The moment the last word is out Taehyung stiffens beneath your touch, fingers locked on your back, and you’re very pretty sure you just fucked absolutely everything up. 

Years of good behaviour, of keeping yourself in check. Of pockets of time and side long glances and knowing nothing would ever happen, stolen from you. By your own big, fat, adrenaline depleted, vodka loosened mouth. 

You're a second away from damage control before his grip shifts from your lower back to your hips. 

Higher. Tighter. Controlling. Oh fuck.

He leans down to murmur, “Liked the new name, did you?” in your ear.

Shivers shoot from your crown to your core and down to your toes. Having his deep, deliciously inviting voice so fucking close to your pulse point has you millimeters away from drowning in it. You know he can feel it course through you, just like you can hear the smile it makes him display away from your eyesight as he does. 

“You did then,” he responds for you, a cat toying with its meal as he lifts his head once more to look into your eyes. 

You don’t need a mirror to know the state of your pupils. Your gaze is glazed over in the sinful kind of way.

“I did,” you needlessly confirm, looking up into similarly blown out ones.

The fingers twined behind him release, and make their way around to his abdomen. They pause to splay for just a second at the defined ridges, before slowly crawling up his chest and meeting again at the nape of his neck. 

They play with the soft hair there, gently scratching their nails at the skin beneath where it grows and you watch as your ministrations cause his eyes to roll back, flutter shut, and his head to meet the wall behind him. A barely audible moan escapes the confines of his lips before he swallows,  the divine bob of his adams apple as he tries to regain his composure is the dawn of your undoing. 

“Fuck, PG that isn’t fair,” he groans towards the ceiling, his hands on your waist clamping down harder, pulling you so close your bodies touch in more places they definitely shouldn’t be. The contact has you reeling and all you want is more, more, more of it. 

More of him.

“PG isn’t the name you called me earlier,” you hum, yanking on a single loose strand and Tae sucks in a steep breath, biting the corner of his smirking lip with a canine. 

You want to hear him say it again. Badly. So you release the sensual grip you have on his nape, and let his head lul slowly back down to where it was, his deepening amber wholly fixated on your now entirely onyx. Your heart is begging for release from your chest, and for a moment you wonder if he can see your pulse thrumming in your eyes, because you sure as hell can feel it.

“No, it’s not. But it also hasn’t meant to me what it means to you for quite some time now,” his voice like honey, thick and dripping its way over your body. It’s making you dizzy and weighty with want. It has your mouth opening slightly as he leans closer still, knocking his nose gently with your own. Inhaling in your exhales. Teasing you. Making you work for it. 

“And what does it mean to you?” you ask, barely above a whisper, irises never straying from his as your bottom lip brushes against his in one solitary, intoxicating moment that has you more buzzed in one touch than three shots has had you all night. 

“Pretty Girl,” he breathes onto your lips, pushing his thigh between your legs at the same time he pulls you impossibly closer. You hear yourself moan ‘fuck’ at the contact it gives your throbbing cunt. Too focused on the need coursing through you like a live wire—your body pure water—to think about what you’re saying.

It’s a sweet sound and a violent pleasure he devours as his lips finally, finally, finally crash into yours, pinning you in place and allowing him to take every piece of you he wants. One hand slithers up your naked spine to hold you, your backless dress doing you every favour imaginable as his other continues to help you grind over his thigh.

His tongue slips into your mouth and you suck on it, causing him to jerk into you once with the rapidly growing want pressing into your lower belly. But your hands hold firm at his neck as you pull him into you, a knee lifting to meet his hip. Needing more contact.

The electricity filled pathways his fingers leave down your back, over your ass and across the bottom of your thigh to support your search for pleasure do nothing but spur on the overwhelming need to touch him everywhere. 

No holds barred. No clothes worn. Nothing stopping you. 

He uses his new grip to spin you around and press his hips into yours as your shoulders meet the wall. You’re left to moan sickly sweet sounds of bliss into his ear as Taehyung frees your mouth in favour of your jaw and neck, sucking gentle purple hues down the column of your throat and onto your collarbone. 

“Pretty Girl,” he whispers between love bites, “My Pretty Girl.” Over and over and it has you melting so far into him, the only thing keeping you apart is fabric and a potential audience. Though from the colour you’re going to have to cover with far too much concealer tomorrow, you don’t think he quite cares about that last part. 

It drives you farther into insanity. Years of want and restraint and pretty white lies you told yourself are crashing down on one another and it shows in the fervor of your touch, your wants, your pleads.

“Fuck, Tae—please. Please, I need you— please,” you beg, and the bite he leaves at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder has you gasping for air that refuses to be consumed gently. 

But Taehyung is a man on a mission. One who will not be deterred, and you can’t tell if he will be your pinnacle or your inevitable end. 

With what is very clearly great effort, Tae pulls himself back from your decolletage, only to kiss your lips once more. Open mouthed and dirty, tongue clinging to you like the only thing he’s concerned about is swallowing down as much of you as he can while you’ll let him, and you’ve never felt more desired in your life.

He’s hoarse as he says, “Not here. Not for the first time. Not…not here.” 

“Then where,” you ask, near impatient and far too eager as you let your hands roam wherever they want. And you find your thumbs tracing the waistline of his pants, dipping a nails width below where they should. They trail over the indented V of muscle you know is hiding under his shirt. He shudders. 

It makes you smile wickedly. 

“Then where, Taehyung,” you murmur into his neck with that wicked smile in your words as you trace your nose along his jaw. 

“Fuck, you’re something,” he says, almost pained, bringing you immense delight. To know you affect him as much as he does you. That you have him as much as he has you. 

Sly hands slowly pull his shirt from his trousers in an attempt to urge him on. It works, and his response is quick. 

“My place. It’s a ten minu—fuck PG,” he almost scolds as your digits toy with the hair at his navel, dipping lower—enough to feel the beginnings of something—but not low enough to discern anything. 

Yet.

 “Can you behave for that long?” 

You smirk. 

Retracting your hands, you hold them up to show you can be good, do a quick once over to make sure you're decent and spin on your heel to walk towards your booth. Tae is behind you immediately, hand placed low on your back, thumb rubbing circles on the sliver of skin it touches. You ignore the goose bumps that arise.

Rei and Lea are at your table, thankfully. You explain to them you ran into Micah and that it really shook you, so Tae’s going to take you home. They know who Tae is, so they’re not worried when they give you goodbye hugs or when they tell you to text them when you're home safe. 

You promise you will, and hope that the rest of Rei’s birthday goes well. 

True to his word, it’s a ten minute rideshare before you’re pulling up to a tall, black windowed apartment building.

You’ve only been to Tae’s a handful of times with your brother, mostly for things like pick ups for concerts and such, but now that you’re here—alone with him—you’re trying hard not to jump him in the fucking lobby. 

The pulsing between your legs has only worsened since you removed your hands from his waistline, and you’re close to crawling out of your skin with need. 

His hand stays in its place at your lower back as the elevator climbs. 

It’s not helping and completely helping at the same time.

Fuck.

Tae lives on the sixteenth floor and the view is incredible. It’s the first thing you see past the island when you walk in the front door. There’s the kitchen to the left past the entrance, which turns into the living space that’s furnished in a way you can only describe as pure Tae. 

Books littering every surface, warm neutral toned furniture to counterbalance the colourful artwork he keeps on the walls. There’s an old record player with a collection of vinyls in the corner and what you assume is this morning's coffee mug on the art book filled coffee table.

To the right of the living space is the bedroom. It’s a studio apartment, but Tae’s managed to keep the flow of the place beautifully with some creatively put, gorgeously decorated room dividers. And the tall floor to ceiling windows wrap around it all, showcasing the lights of the city as they blend into the stars in the night sky. 

Mesmerizing. 

Just like the man locking his door behind you.

A kiss is placed on the back of your neck as you slide out of your shoes at the front door. You angle your head to allow more space, letting the arm that folds around you bring you closer to him. The feel of his arousal begins to grow behind you once more and you push back against him. A faint grunt meets the shell of your ear before his hand delicately slides up from your lower stomach and past your sternum. It teases your neck for just a moment before it meets your jaw to turn your lips towards his. 

He captures them in a brutal kiss, drinking you in for all you’re worth and then some as his other hand replaces the one that now holds your jaw in place. He pulls you into him but you spin in his hold, throwing your arms around his neck once more and dragging him towards the living space. He sheds his jacket in the process, uncaring of where it lands on his floor so long as you are still kissing him. 

You only stop when your ass meets the top of the couch and Taehyung palms the back of your thighs to lift you, your legs wrapping themselves around his hips as you sit on its edge. 

He growls at the contact and it has you raking your nails down his neck and over his shirt as you open for him once more, tongues clashing and teeth scraping at the desperate nature you both share. You yank his shirt up and he breaks from your embrace for only the amount of time it takes for the fabric to hit the floor before he’s back on you, adding twin bruises to the other side of your throat. 

You let the strings holding up your dress fall naturally to the side, revealing your chest to him, and a  low, “Fucking hell,” is murmured somewhere below your ear before a nipple is in his mouth and you’re arching into his touch, slices of need shooting straight downwards. Giving no mercy to your attempts to draw out the pleasure. 

One large hand cups a breast, molding it to his wanting before he switches and you’re groaning into the air above you, begging him for more, determined to have his tongue anywhere and everywhere you can get it. He lavs at your peaked bud, roaming over the sensitive flesh, making you squirm at the sensations he’s drawing from you. 

You never want it to end as he makes his way back up to your mouth, dragging his bottom lip over all of the freshly deepend skin it trails in its wake, making you hazy with the feel of him and his marks. 

His delicate touch wanders the insides of your thighs and your cunt aches for it the higher it climbs. But it slides up not down, reaching around to your ass and hoisting you onto his hips. 

Turning, he walks the eight paces to his bed, places a knee on the mattress for support before setting you down. His lips never leave yours he crawls over you, settling his hips over yours for mere moments, allowing you to thrust only twice before he’s removing himself completely and sinking to his knees. 

The fingers you’ve spent way too much time thinking about can’t get enough of your skin as they skate down your sides, taking the dress bunched at your hips with them. You raise your hips to help him get the scrap of fabric off, leaving a delicate, black lace thong the only thing keeping any of your remaining modesty intact.

You watch as his now fully blackened gaze takes you in, jaw dropped in slight at the sight of you with your legs opened on his bed. Like you were the prize he’s been waiting years to claim, and now that you're here and that you’re his his, he can’t quite believe it. 

It’s then you realize that he wants you, and has been wanting you. That your attempts to stay in reality these last couple years weren’t just harder for you, but for him as well. 

It hasn’t been one sided.

He wants you. 

Taehyung. 

Off limits, older brother’s best friend, swim club participating, jazz and poetry loving, judo knowing, book gifting, perfect smile having, protective, Taehyung. 

Wants you. 

You can physically feel the gush that rushes from your core at the thought and you know Tae can see it through the lace.

“Holy fuck…you’re fucking drenched and I haven’t even properly touched you yet,” he rasps, unbelieving. 

“Then touch me and find out just how much I want this,” you whisper. Begging, pleading, praying your words have their intended effect. “How much I want you, Taehyung.”

The sound that leaves his throat is a mixture of a whimper, a groan, and a guttural noise indicative of pure desperate want as he takes hold of your legs and spreads them further. Those mother fucking fingers trace from your ankles to your knees accompanied by the occasional light kiss, back up your inner thighs, and finally to the spot where you’ve been weeping for him for the better part of thirty minutes with a heaping side of ten years yearned. 

He places one open mouthed kiss on the top of your clothed clit and that simple touch has you arching, lightning crackling through your veins with the pleasure it brings. Tae slides one single finger down your covered slit before pushing it under and pulling it to the side. 

At the mere sight of you he’s swearing so fiercely under his breath that you involuntarily clench and he can’t fucking take it anymore.

His mouth is on you and you buck at the sensation. Yielding you no mercy, his tongue swipes from opening to clit in one long lick that has you gasping, clutching bed sheets above and below your head to keep from screaming. 

“Oh my—Fuck—Tae. Ohmygodohmy—” you’re rambling. Incoherent. A mess. 

He’s consuming your very being, no nerve left untouched, no reaction too minimal for his learning as he snakes his hands around your legs to haul you closer, pull you deeper into his mouth and you can’t fucking take it. You’re screaming out at the intensity he circles you with, and you can feel your impending orgasm come rushing to the surface. You’ve barely even processed it’s begun before you’re spasming so hard Tae has to remove an arm from your leg to throw around your pelvis. 

His devious fucking eyes meet yours for one earth shattering moment as he slips two fingers inside and begins a secondary merciless pursuit on your already overwhelmed senses. Using the pads to press upwards in time to the motions he never ceased with his tongue, a second wave is cresting before the first has ceased and you feel yourself clamping down, legs holding him in place as the intensity of your release climaxes. 

You’ve never felt a pressure so intense before, it’s like your body is a volcano and you’re erupting for the first time while someone sets off fireworks from its peak. The lava flows in waves, your hand holding his hair as you ride his face, shuddering at the vibrations his moan into your cunt leaves on the most sensitive parts of your body. 

Gentle strokes and licks calm as your pleasure begins to wane and you can breathe in more than just stuttered inhales again. 

“Holy fu–” you try to get out, but your voice is hoarse, like you’ve been screaming the entire time. 

And fuck, maybe you have been. You sure as hell can’t remember or think of anything more than the warm fuzzy feeling currently radiating from every single pore in your body. The damningly  deliciously dizzying feeling in your head not allowing for coherent thoughts to pass. Your limbs are loose, your body wholly relaxed. 

You’re…Well. You’re fucking perfect right now. If you could stay in this moment forever you would without second thought. Locked in this room with him for all time sounds like the best way to live out the rest of your days.

Until you wince as Tae blows warm breath on your core and he chuckles, then does it again. 

“Hey,” you say, sounding much clearer now, “Stop that and come here.”

You slip your hand down his face and grab him by the jaw, pulling him up and over you. Tae tastes like fire and whiskey and ambrosia and you as you kiss him with abandon, near feral as you take what you want from him and he revels in it. 

He’s on his elbows and a knee over you, and you use it to your full advantage to palm him over his pants and—Fuck he’s big. No wonder he was so thorough on you. This is going to hurt no matter how much prep either of you did.

He hisses at the contact and that only spurs you on, grasping firmly at his base and roving up and over the head with the heel of your palm, squeezing gently in time with his reactions.

“Christ PG, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum in my pants,” Tae laughs into your neck before rising to sit back on his heels. He gets as far as undoing his belt buckle and button before you take over, sitting up and pulling him out. 

He is disastrously beautiful, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at just the idea of him in your mouth. 

Licking your lips, you hear him curse quite colourfully as you take the tip into your mouth and swish your tongue over the head. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

Tae raises one hand to his eyes and the other behind him to hold him up as you take him deeper, shaking from restraining himself so hard, murmuring to himself, “Oh fuck. Fuck me, can’t believe—so fucking good, pretty—perfect—ohmygod,” and you seal the motherfucking deal by taking him into the back of your throat and looking up into his eyes at the same time. 

Taehyung barks and bucks once into your throat before removing himself and throwing you down onto the bed. He looks furious in the way that gets your heart racing, your cunt thrumming and your breathing so fast your chest feels like it might shatter from the crosscurrents. 

He grabs each of your hands and raises them above your head, sliding his fingers up your wrists and between your own, holding them in place on his pillow.

Leaning down, he uses his lowest timber to speak darkly into your ear, teasing your swollen clit with the tip of his cock. Sliding back and forth, sending bolts of white hot need through you. 

“You drive me fucking insane,” he starts, thrusting, teasing, torturing. And you moan at the contact. 

“You make me want to throw away a decades old friendship just for the chance to touch you.” 

Thrust, tease, jolt, whine. 

“And what’s worst of all is you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted, the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, and you turn me into a complete idiot the second you enter the room. It’s like your fucking presence takes away all the working functions in my brain and leaves me with only the incurable fucking desire to make you cum until you can’t remember you own fucking name. Only mine.”

Thrust, squeeze, glide, jolt. “Tae...” you whine, delirious with pleasure, drunk on his greed and  delighted by his torture.

“I call you PG because it’s the only way I can get away with calling you anything more than your name around him.” He sounds almost angry with how low he growls. “And it means so much more than you could think.”

He leans further into you, so close now that his lips brush your ear as he speaks. 

“My Pretty Girl,” thrust, “My Precious Girl,” moan, “My Perfect Fucking Girl.” 

He releases one hand to line himself up with your entrance. “That’s who you are to me. That’s what I’m calling you when I call you PG. My Pretty, Precious, Perfect Girl. My Girl.” He slips past your walls, sinking deep and you both groan in euphoric unison. “Mine.”

Tae pulls out, slow and controlled. 

Blissful. 

Then pushes back in, methodically. 

Torturous. 

Feeling every inch you can take, which is every single fucking one.

Inevitable.

Bottoming out for the second time, you whisper, “Yours,” into his ear, and he turns fucking ravenous.

Setting an absolutely ruthless pace, he claims your body, taking what’s so clearly always been his. Your legs wrap around him again, digging a heel into his ass as you drive him closer, harder with every push. Then lay claim to the one thing you’re able to, taking his lips with yours and biting down hard enough to draw the most sinful groan from the back of his throat. Hoarse, deep, almost broken with how raw it is. 

One hand bruises its fingerprints into your hip while the other holds him up over you, and you use this to your advantage, slipping one leg around his and flipping the both of you over. 

You trail your tongue down his jaw to his clavicle, he tastes of sweat and lust and sex and it is the most intoxicating thing you’ve ever consumed. Creating your own gardens of little blooming flowers down one side of his neck and up the other, Taehyung moans greedily into your ear as your ride to match his thrusts, sending him deeper while you decorate your willing canvas. 

Because as much as he wishes to lay claim to your body, you want to claim his as well. 

“Mine,” you say, positioning yourself to take over completely, using the springs of the mattress to do most of the work for you. 

“Yes,” he says. But that’s not good enough. 

“Mine,” you demand, and let loose, pressing down on the mattress with your knees rapidly, creating the glorious effect you wanted. You watch as the up force from the mattress causes Taehyung to be driven into you so quickly he throws his head back, mouth dropped in pure ecstasy. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YN, What the fuck—” he rambles, lost to the pleasure, biting his lip, going slackjawed, clenching and unclenching his fists into bedsheets that already have your handprints seared into them.

And you keep going, a little torture creation of your own. 

“Mine,” you demand again, and this time, it clicks.

“Yours! Fuck, yours. All yours, only yours,” he surrenders and you slow back down to a regular pace, breathless. 

It’s a great move but it’s exerting. 

You all but collapse on his chest and he takes over, thrillingly pissed off due to your power play. 

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” he asks, and you clench at his tone. 

He removes himself and you whimper, but he’s maneuvering you like a ragdoll on the bed and you’re more than fucking willing to be thrown around. 

He’s kneeling on the bed, lifting your hips and sliding into you in a doggy style, but then he’s doing the most insane thing you think you’ve ever seen. With an arm around your stomach he brings your back to his torso and twists you both to face the open floor to ceiling windows. One of your legs is thrown over his that’s up to splay you wide for the skyline to see, and you can see your reflection in the glass. 

You look beyond fucked out, and so does he, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. But then his hand is sliding to your throat, and a whispered, “Is this okay?” finds your ears. You nod.

Gripping the sides of your throat, he slides his other hand to graze your clit before beginning his own version of the move you just pulled. Pumping into you at a pace that has your g-spot screaming from all of the attention it’s receiving, his fingers swiping deftly over the bundled nerves at the apex of your thigh whilst lightly cutting off the blood supply to your brain. 

It has you twitching and hazy and dizzy in seconds. You can see yourself losing to the feeling so steadily building at the base of your spine in the glass. Mouth open, body willing, the man who’s been at the center of your wanting for longer than you can remember, its deliverance. 

Dark, sex tousled hair, muscled forearms holding you up and driving you insane. Blackened eyes focused on you and only you through the mirror the darkness of the night’s sky has created for you. 

It’s that visual that sets you over the edge when he releases your throat, and you feel a gush flowing from where you two meet.

“Fuuuck yes. My Perfect Girl, cum all over my sheets, drench my cock. That’s it,” he purrs in your ear and it’s doing nothing but sending shock after shock into your already over sensitive and pulsing cunt, letting your consciousness float somewhere above or below you, you don’t really care. 

All you know is that you feel light as a feather and not of this earthly plane. 

Taehyung removes himself and lies you down gently. He’s back inside soon after and it just feels right as he fills you, like it’s where he’s meant to be. 

He hovers over you once more, and you lift a single knee to his hip, mimicking your position from the club as he thrusts into you with fervor, chasing his own high after delivering three mind shattering ones to you. 

Reaching one hand to his cheek, you hold him as he kisses you, working himself to completion. 

Using your other to deliver a few expert circles to your clit, so you can come together, you breathe in each other's release and  drown in once another’s embrace. 

You leave his name on your tongue this time. A gift. A cry so delicate that a tear falls from your cheek and he kisses it away.

Taehyung inhales sharply, before stuttering his exhale and an exquisite warmth fills you.

“F-f-uu-ckkk,” he shudders as he lets the aftershocks of his release claim you in the most basic and animalistic of ways. You drink in the vulnerable sound, taking his mouth with yours one final time as you bask in each other's pleasure. Silent but for catching breaths, exertion evident as you hold one another. 

Taehyung rests on your chest. Lines are sketched gently with your nails up and down his spine and into his hair as he comes down, content in the afterglow, where nothing is wrong and everything is perfect. 

Before consequences kick in and regrets form. 

When he decides he’s ready, Tae lifts and removes himself from you and you can feel the remnants of your combined efforts slide down to the bedsheets. 

Tae takes a single finger and gathers it up before pressing it back in. You hiss at the now tender flesh. Though the pain doesn’t stop the warmth newly pooling at the sight and feel and meaning. 

He pumps it back in once, twice before removing his finger and placing it in his mouth to clean off. Your cunt flutters at the sight and Tae smirks, leaning forward to share his findings with you in the form of a filthy, open mouthed, tongue filled kiss. It’s slightly salty, slightly metallic but you pull him back for one last lick when he tries to pull away. 

Watching him kneeling there, in the glow of moonlight, you realize just how truly beautiful he is. The shape of his illuminated profile, the expanse of his chest as he breathes in, the colour of his skin under silver rays. He’s stunning. 

You smile up at him, spent, sated and so astronomically fucked if your brother ever finds out. 

Tae must see the thought on your face, because he says, “Don’t worry about him. I’ll handle it.”

But you honestly don’t give a fuck about that right now. That’s a tomorrow issue. What you want to know is, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what, exactly?” He specifies. 

You sit up, eye to eye as he sits on the edge of the bed, one leg on the ground. 

“All of it. Any of it.”

There. 

Now it was out in the open. And the rest is up to him. 

You could drag yourself back down to reality. Chalk this night up to booze and bad timing and perfect timing. Could convince yourself it was just one night and that it would have to be enou—

“All of it,” he interrupts, the most sincere expression you’ve ever seen on him on full display. “Definitely all of it. Every last fucking word.”

You slump on your exhale, so fucking relieved you didn’t have to keep trying to lie to yourself that you could forget this happened. 

You’re laughing before you can fight it off, shoulders shaking. Smiling so wide it hurts. 

“Uh..YN?” Tae asks, clearly not sure how to take your reaction and you compose yourself. 

“That’s PG to you,” you say as you crawl onto his lap, and kiss him into oblivion. 

It’s interesting to finally sit on the dock across the way in East Egg. 

The fog is gone, the sky is a brilliant blue, and the little box you kept sits open next to you, the lock and its key lost somewhere to the depths below your feet. Funny how harmless it seems now that there’s nothing locked inside anymore, like it could never really have hurt you in the first place. 

You take in your newly emptied creation, and quirk a brow when you see it move. 

A wiggle at first, before it’s shaking and spinning and shrinking, turning from a box into a glass windowed locket. Golden and delicate and beautiful, with a matching chain. You ponder for a moment what it could be for, before turning to look down at the green light to your right. 

An idea strikes. 

Unclasping the little window, you lift the opened pendant to the green light. And to your delight, the emerald hue hops into its new home, closing its tiny windowed door. 

You smile at the clever little light, lacing the chain around your neck, resting it on the middle of your sternum, right above your heart. Its brilliant hue shining brightly through the pane for all to see.

Funny how the green light you so longed for, longed for you back, and is now yours for keeps.

A/N 2.5: This is what has been rotting in my brain for the better half of two weeks so please enjoy, it was supposed to be short and trope filled to cure my writers block but apparently I am incapable of short. But trope filled it clearly is. Overall tho, I'm quite pleased with this one.

A/N 3: As always, thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, - Yoon <3

Masterlist

[flerwock]

[i-am-baechu]

♬ Summary: The world knows that they’re a couple but Jungkook can’t stop himself from telling everyone that Y/N is his girl. While Y/N can’t help but love her drunk fiancée even though it's embarrassing. 

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader 

♬ Rating:   Pg - 14

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, and fluff

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

♬ Playlist: Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

Y/N looked at the mirror and frowned. She turned towards Jin with a nervous look, “Is this too much?” 

Jin looked at her through his glass and shook his head, “You look perfect.” 

They were all getting ready for Hoseok’s listening party. Jack In The Box was a huge change for Hoseok and she was excited for him. Throughout the whole process, Y/N would send little gifts to him and even showed up during filming. Jungkook melted at the fact she was so supportive of his brothers. It made him love her even more. 

Today was the party and she was nervous. She wasn’t used to meeting with other celebrities let alone be in the same room with them. She talked to Hoseok about it and told him that she didn’t think it would be a good idea for her to be there...she didn’t want to embarrass anyone. Hoseok told her that was nonsense and begged Jungkook to get her to say yes. After Jungkook begged her, she finally said yes (it also helped that he ate her out but that's just a minor detail). 

Y/N played with the end of her skirt and glanced at Jungkook who was on camera with Hoseok. That was another thing that made her so nervous. The cameras. Jungkook made it very clear that they wouldn’t film her but her voice will be heard in the clips. It was a nerve wrecking thing to think about for her. She knew this was Jungkook’s life but it was still hard. 

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror and stared at herself. She was wearing a simple white dress that had bows on her shoulders. Her hair was how she usually had it. Nothing crazy. Jungkook glanced at her and frowned when he saw that familiar face. He got up after talking to Hoseok and made his way to her. She looked up when she felt a hand on her shoulder, “Hey...”

“Hey babe. I know that face, what’s wrong?” 

“Just nervous. I’m going to be with other celebrities, it's crazy to think about it.”

Jungkook rubbed her shoulder gently and kissed the top of her head, “You're the only star in my eyes. There's something else bothering you.”

She frowned and nodded her head, “The cameras.”

“They won’t film you, I’ll make sure.”

“I hope Army likes my voice.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at this, “They love you just as much as I love you.” 

She glanced at Jin who was talking to Jimin with the camera following them. She let out a sigh and then looked at him with a smile, “I heard Eunwoo was coming. That’s good for me.”

Jungkook frowned at this, “Why?” 

“He’s the only person I know.”

“You know bts...talk to them more.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Are you jealous?” 

“No, you're my fiancé. I have nothing to be jealous about.” 

The party started and Y/N watched from the sidelines. Watching Jungkook avoiding everyone was funny but it was very Jungkook. She took a sip of her water and smiled when she saw him dancing with Hoseok. 

She was going to walk away but stopped when she saw Eunwoo. She smiled to herself and walked towards him, “Eunwoo, it’s been awhile.”

He turned around and smiled at the short girl, “It’s been awhile. I hope you liked the flowers I sent.”

She smiled and glanced down at her glass, “I did. Thank you for congratulating us on our engagement. It meant a lot.”  

“I heard your interview, you did a good job.” 

She frowned at this and nodded her head, “Thank you, it was nerve wracking. I think it could’ve been better...”

Eunwoo shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulder, “You put too much pressure on yourself. It was good.” 

“Y/N.” She turned around to see Jungkook walking up to her with a glass of champagne in his hands. She let out a small laugh when she saw his buzzed out face, “I was missing you.” 

He wrapped his arms around her waist as Y/N patted his head gently, “I missed you too.”

Eunwoo smiled and brought his glass up, “You guys are cute.” 

“Thank you. I’m going to get him to drink some water now.”

“Good luck with that.” 

She walked towards the bar as Jungkook never let go of her waist. It was awkward but somehow she did it. She kissed the side of his head and smiled, “How much did you have, babe?” 

“Not that much. Why are you talking to Eunwoo? I missed you around my arms.” 

“Am I not allowed to talk to him?”

“No, because I missed you.” 

She made him sit next to her and let out a small laugh when she saw his pout. She pushed some hair back and brought the water towards him, “I missed you too. Now drink some water.” 

“I’ll do anything for my girl.” 

She felt her face flush and shook her head, “Don’t drink too much. Okay?”

“Okay.”

An hour later, Y/N was talking to Jin about Eunbi when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, “Are you Y/N?”

She turned around and her eyes widened when saw who it was, “Jessi?” 

She smiled at her and nodded her head, “You look so young. You're also hot.” 

Y/N’s face turned red and she bowed at her, “T-Thank you for the compliment...How did you know I was Y/N?” 

“Your fiancée won’t shut up about you. I wanted to see with my own eyes. He’s right, you are hot.” 

Jin let out a laugh and looked at Y/N, “Someone’s in trouble.” 

Her face dropped and glanced at Jungkook who was talking to a group of people. She looked back at Jessi with a nervous face, “Wh-What is he saying?” 

“My girl is so hot” and “she's the love of my life” that’s it really. He did say that this dress makes your body look good. I agree with him.” 

She bowed at her and gave her a nervous smile, “Thank you. I’ll be right back.” 

Y/N gave Jin her water and ran towards Jungkook with an embarrassed face. Jessi turned towards Jin and let out a small laugh, “She’s cute.” 

“She is.” 

Jungkook looked at Y/N and smiled, “My beautiful fiancé is here.”

Hoseok let out a laugh and patted Jungkook’s back, “I know I see that.”

Y/N frowned and looked at Hoseok, “How much?”

“Four glasses.” 

She glanced at Jungkook and then back at Hoseok, “He got drunk that fast?” 

“Well, he didn’t eat anything until the party started.” 

Y/N sighed and shook her head at this. She turned towards Jungkook with a frown, “You promised me you wouldn’t drink a lot.” 

“My cut off was four. I’m still here. Not drunk, just tipsy.” 

“You’ve been telling people that I'm hot...I’m taking you home.” 

Jungkook frowned at this and shook his head, “I have to take a picture with hyung. Also, you are hot. I want everyone to know.”

She shook her head and felt her face red, “You told Jessi that this dress makes my body look good.”

“It’s a sin to lie.”

She let out another sigh. Jungkook tipsy just means he’s more clingy and that’s not a bad thing, normally. It's a bad thing now because they weren’t with just the members or in their house. They are with other people, people who are famous and basically his coworkers. 

“Go take your pictures and then I’ll take you home.” 

Jungkook turned towards Hoseok and smiled, “Let’s go hyung.” 

She watched them walk off and she shook her head at him. She saw Taehyung making his way to her and she smiled but her smile quickly dropped, “Jungkook’s telling everyone that you're the hottest thing he has ever seen.” 

“Lord save me.”

[achillesthv]

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