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Mixing it up sequel scenarios - TroubleMaker! Min Yoongi X reader - Part 1

Mixing it up is back! As scenarios which all take place after the events of the original story so to understand the context and references it would probably be better if you have read the original which I will link below. I hope you all enjoy this comeback. It’s gonna be a ride 🤩

Original Mixing it up story

Part 1 - Here

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Standing before the very school you hated with a passion several months ago, you couldn’t help the grin that slid onto your face. Honestly, it didn’t look half as bad as you expected it to after the disaster that hit but that was to be expected since it was high on the towns priority list even before the fire. You weren’t sure why exactly but you also didn’t care to dwell on such trivial matters.

“Hey Y/N! Hellooo. Are you there? We’re gonna be late to class if you don’t stop staring mindlessly at the school and I don’t wanna have to introduce myself through the first period.”

Snapping back to reality, you linked arms with Suhyun and dragged her towards the entrance.

“Wow! It’s scary how much you’ve changed. I remember a time you would have entertained the idea of missing school for a month if it meant not having to share the same school grounds as Yoongi. Now-“ You playfully pinched her side invoking a squeal out of her.

“I know I know! You don’t have to remind me...”

A giggle escaped Suhyun at your embarrassed tone and she tugged you towards her.

“I’m just kidding around. I’d be excited too if I got to see my boyfriend everyday for at least a month.”

Exited? You were ecstatic if anything.

“What class is he in by the way?”

A small sigh escaped you.

“I have no idea, he wouldn’t say. Was probably hoping he wouldn’t jinx it and somehow have us end up in different classes.”

His hopes were high. The odds of actually ending up in his class were five to one.

Your mind drifted off at the thought of your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. It’s worth mentioning back before you had been forced to share your school with him, you would have scowled and turned to walk in the other direction at the sight of someone with mint coloured hair. That all changed after all the events that transpired throughout his stay at your school. Honestly, it was a hectic time, something that would fit more into a drama than your life but you’re happy they occurred nonetheless.

Focusing back on the present, you found yourself standing in the corridor of the lowest floor, Suhyun talking to herself about where your classes were.

“You’re in class 3-d right? I’m in 3-a so obviously we’re both heading to the third floor. Ugh, I can’t believe we’re split up. We’ve been in the same class for years now.”

Starting the trek up the stairs, you watched as she pouted in disappointment.

“Suhyun, this isn’t permanent.”

“I know but I wanted to have at least one friend in my class.”

That wouldn’t be hard. She was practically a ball of sunshine. A lot like someone else you know...

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine! Who wouldn’t want to be friends with you? You’re kind, super friendly and charismatic.”

Reaching the third floor, her class was right by the staircase and so she turned towards you.

“Hehe, you’re such a great friend. You always know what to say to cheer me up.

A cute grin spread on her face and she envelops you in a quick hug which you giddily returned.

“I’ll see you at lunchtime?” Upon your nod of approval, she turned towards the classrooms doorway.

“Great, I’ll wait for you outside your class. See you in a bit.”

After watching her enter the class, you took to walking down the somewhat busy hallway, eyes trained on the sign reading ‘3-d.’

Hoisting your bag higher on your shoulder you opened the door, the class’ home room teacher already standing at his desk, early.

“Ah, you might as well introduce yourself now. Your other class mates have already done so.”

Giving a small nervous smile, you quickly nodded and made your way to the front of the class. Shifting from foot to foot, your eyes scanned the room for any familiar faces. Sighing lightly when your eyes couldn’t detect anyone you knew, you cleared your throat and readied yourself for the possible stuttering mess of an introduction you would deliver.

The sound of the door opening halted your introductory speech, eyes snapping to the doorway only to light up at the familiar face and not so familiar hair.

“Min Yoongi! Late yet again. This must be the tenth time in two weeks.”

More importantly, he’s brunette now. Not that you were complaining.

A tired gaze fell upon the teacher and he simply rubbed at his eyes, grumbling to himself.

“What was that!?”

“Nothing sir.” Yoongi was quick to dismiss whatever he had initially said. His eyes finally landed on you and a smirk slowly spread upon his lips.

“Well well... Y/N. Nice of you to join us.” Cue the tingling sensation that usually adorned your cheeks at his lazy smirk.

“Yoongi please take your seat, you’re holding up the rest of the class.” Despite it feeling as if you both were the only ones in the room for a second, your temporary teacher was quick to snap you out of it, the growing annoyance clear in his tone. Yoongi surprisingly listened to the instructions though the smirk remained on his face, his head lowered as he made his way to his desk.

“Sorry about that. You should be able to make your introduction without any further interruptions.”

The teacher clapped a hand on your shoulder, a supportive smile being sent your way though it did nothing to ease your nervousenss, especially since an extra pair of eyes were watching you far more intently than the rest.

He was most probably waiting for you to stutter and flush red, something he would one hundred percent use as ammo to tease you later on.

———

“You should have seen the look on her face when she stuttered out her own name.”

Annoyance was a common theme whenever Yoongi decided to make fun of you. Sure, you had seen this coming, call it a premonition and name yourself Raven if you will. However, it still irked you that he felt the need to recall the moment to everyone at the lunch table.

“Well they didn’t Yoongi and they won’t ever see the “look on my face” so drop it.”

Did the words come out harsher than you intended? Yes. Did it make you seem angered by his actions? Yes.

Did Yoongi care?

That would be a big, bold-

“I just remembered... they can see. I filmed it.”

-no.

He proceeded to pull out his phone and unlock it, finding the most recent media in his camera roll. Taehyung cheered and high fived Hoseok  whilst everyone else all too eagerly leant forward to catch a glimpse of your mess of an introduction. All you could do was groan and rise from your seat.

It seemed your awkward moments were still getting filmed to this day.

“Aw, where are you going Y/N? Don’t worry you look cute!”

Leave it to Suhyun to try and cheer you up.

“I’m just going to get a drink from the vending machine. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Leaving the group to their own devices, you headed outside of the lunch room to the nearby machine. After deciding on a peach Lipton and checking the price, you reached a hand into your pocket only to groan a second time at the realisation that you left your money in your bag. As you were turning to leave an arm reached over your shoulder and put in several coins and punched in the iced teas number.

Eyes widening you spun on your heel, coming face to face with the last person you were expecting.

“Mi-Rae...”

Said girl offered you a tight smile though it resembled more of a grimace than anything. She looked significantly different from the last time you had seen her. Her hair was now short and she looked somewhat tired.

“Hey...”

There was pregnant silence where you both simply stared at one another, bad memories replaying in your minds. She eventually broke eye contact with you to reach down and grab the drink that had been dispensed. Turning it in her hands, her eyes nervously flitted back to yours. She beckoned you to move to the side to let other students use the vending machine and joined you against a wall.

“I... I never got the chance to say sorry after everything. After we fought and I was questioned by the police, I was lucky enough to end up with community service. I’m far from done with it but it’s still given me a lot of time to think. About why I acted out and how I treated you and others around me.”

The genuine guilt and sorrow held in her eyes made you feel extremely awkward. You didn’t know what to say.

“You’re a really nice person who was trying to do a good thing. While we were friends, I had fun and I’d like to believe you did too.”

Realisation dawned on her that she was beginning to babble on.

“Er- what I’m getting at is... I’m sorry. Really and truly sorry. For framing you for the pen incident, being mean and literally fighting you.”

She reached out her hand holding the tea to the side and you slowly took it, releasing a sigh.

“Mi-Rae... I wish you had just taken responsibility for your actions instead of dumping it on others. Maybe then none of that would have happened and we could have been friends without all the drama.”

You cringed at the use of the word ‘drama’. That was the understatement of the century if not millennium.

“Lord knows though wishing about things that happened in the past gets you nowhere. So I think the only thing to do is forgive but not forget.”

“Yeah... Thank you for hearing me out. You could have walked away at any time but you have me a chance. You really are kind.”

You thought back to your brawl with her. Her use of kind might have been a stretch.

“Not that much but thanks. Good luck with your community service and... I’ll see you around?”

You silently hoped you would. It would help you to keep all the bad blood in the past. Reaching out your hand for her to shake, she grasped it, this time a genuine smile gracing her lips.

“I’d like that.”

———

“Wow you took ages, I almost grew white hairs.”

Yoongis voice was the first to reach your ears and you grinned at him. A weight you didn’t know you had felt like it had been lifted.

“Yeah, I bumped into Mi-Rae.”

A scowl overtook his face and the table looked at you in shock.

“What? Did she do or say anything? Maybe she needs to be reminded what she put you through.”

Seating yourself beside Yoongi, you linked your arm with his own and calmly patted his leg.

“Don’t worry, she just apologised for everything. To be honest, it was so awkward I didn’t know what to do. We decided to move on but not forget. She seems like a totally different person.”

He scoffed at your retelling of the encounter and you pinched him in retaliation.

“If that’s what you want, fine. Her being a different person probably has something to do with the fact she’s practically an outcast now.”

You looked down at the table, sadness replacing the relief you had felt.

“That’s... kind of upsetting to hear.”

He rubbed your back to comfort you and pulled your head to lay on the side of his arm whilst Jimin interjected.

“She’s not completely alone. I see her with Yura a lot so don’t feel too bad.”

“That’s good. I’m glad she doesn’t hold anything against her.”

A silence enfolded the table, one that Hoseok was quick to interrupt.

“Anyway, we should do something after class.”

“On a Monday?”

Doing something after school on a Monday... you couldn’t think of anything worse than that idea right now.

“Yeah, there’s a crazy discount at the arcade next to the mall on Mondays. Plus they serve after school meal deals.”

A chorus of approvals rang throughout the table.

Despite this seemingly great opportunity, your bed sounded more appealing at this precise moment.

“I think I’m gonna go home instead.”

Boos were what you were greeted with and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh my gosh, okay fine.”

“Yes! The entire group is hanging out tonight! Everyone meet outside the school gates after the last bell.”

Whilst everyone agreed, Yoongi lowered his mouth to ear level and muttered into your ear.

“You were always gonna come. I would’ve made sure.”

Gosh, he was so annoying. Even more so since you know he would have definitely succeeded.

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Vanilla Rules || Ch 15 Teaser #1

“I just met Jimin” Taehyung sat down next to you, against the headboard of your bed.

Even after everything, a small part of you wanted to ask how he was doing. Why was it that despite being hurt a tiny part of you still felt compelled to look after his well being.

“He’s the same” Taehyung turned to look at you. “If not worse”

“I don’t care” you croaked. “He deserves to be” you felt contempt and a lot of it.

“I heard what happened” Taehyung stated with a soft voice.

You felt his eyes on you, but refrained from making eye contact. What could he do? How could he possibly fix it? Hell, you didn’t even want anything fixed. At this point you wanted Park Jimin to be a distant memory.

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A/N: Will be posting the chapter at the beginning of Feb!!

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Over The Odds | Surprise

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 5.7k

You’re offered a life changing opportunity 

warnings: mentions of mental health illnesses, mental health facility, toxic family members, oral sex (f receiving), passionate prone bone sex, soft jk & oc

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Jungkook’s home has become your safe haven, a place to escape reality and catch a moment of breathing space when life gets tough. The familiar scent of musk and vanilla adds a certain nostalgia to the air, you miss him, he’s at work a lot of the time but has given you free reign of his place whenever sleeping in Jimin’s bed proves too much for you. It’s been one month since Ruth’s arrest, one month since Jennie had also been taken into police custody for her part in all of this too. Finally, fucking finally you’re beginning to feel like a ginormous weight has lifted from your shoulders.

Telling your parents what your sister had done was no easy task, your mum broke down in floods of tears and blamed herself: ‘maybe I raised her the wrong way’, ‘maybe I should’ve been there for her more’, and the one that stung the most, ‘I should’ve seen this coming’. Your father had a similar reaction, locking himself in his office for what felt like a lifetime to silently ponder all the parental mistakes he made, searching for the signs he overlooked before.

After a lengthy discussion with Taehyung you were advised that Ruth is probably going to be sent to a mental health institute to battle her demons rather than prison. A professional had conducted an examination on your sister, revealing that she is suffering with a collection of illnesses that alter her personality. As far as you’re aware she’s undergoing treatments and responding well to the medication, it’s hard to say for sure because you haven’t visited her yourself – only your parents have, initially to seek answers from their oldest daughter but you suspect they keep going back out of guilt.

Thankfully no legal repercussions came from Jungkook fighting with Namjoon, he’s assured you that there’s no footage of him ever being there and Taehyung has also advised that if anything is to creep up, he’s more than prepared for it with a catalogue of receipts proving why Joon isn’t a reliable source and any claims he makes shouldn’t be taken seriously by the law. 

The hole in your heart from Namjoon’s infidelity has healed, however the betrayal of your sister is currently a working progress. If it wasn’t for Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung and Yoongi god only knows how you would be feeling right now. Things are settling down some, you’re applying for jobs left right and centre but to no avail, not yet – Jungkook has been taking care of you in every way possible: emotionally, physically, financially, despite your frequent protests telling him he doesn’t need to.

It's a Friday morning when you’re sitting in your boyfriend’s kitchen, propped up on the counter top in short silky pyjamas with a coffee in one hand and your phone in the other. You’re mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, saving a few outfit inspiration posts that catch your eye when the device rings, displaying an unknown number.

“Hello?” You answer lazily, confused.

A woman who sounds to be mid thirties replies, “Hello, good morning, is this Y/N?”

“Who’s calling please?” You frown, sipping at your steaming drink.

“My name is Linda, I work for the BBC. Just to confirm am I speaking to Y/N?”

“…The BBC?” You cock your head to one side, “Yeah this is Y/N, what can I do for you?”

“Brilliant! I’m calling today to arrange a meeting with you if possible, I work in television and we’re currently looking into a documentary on cyber crimes against women in the UK. I’m very interested in sharing your story, with your consent of course. You’re quite the celebrity these days and I think with your platform we could really shine a light on this topic and the repercussions that come from stories like yours.”

Your jaw drops, you’re frowning, eyes wide, heart quickening.

“I-,” You’re at a total loss for words, this is something that you feel so strongly about and the chance to potentially help others who have gone through similar experiences is something you’re very much interested in doing, “That sounds like something I’d be interested in doing, when can we meet?”

“How does next Thursday at 2PM sound?”

“That would be great, thank you so much for calling me…” You’re wearing a surprised smile, already excited about the prospect of this new opportunity.

“No thank you for taking my call, take care Y/N we’ll see you next week and please feel free to brainstorm any ideas you may have, we’d like you to be as involved in this project as possible.”

“Thank you, have a good day.” You end the call with a single tap of the thumb, throwing yourself off the kitchen countertop with a grin to get ready for the day ahead.

BBC want your help sharing your story about cyber crimes against women? This could open up so many doors for your career, maybe you can even make use of your business degree and turn the hellish events of this year into something much, much bigger. Your brains doing overtime when you do your hair and makeup after a quick shower, deciding today is a day for celebration. You shimmy yourself into a champagne slip dress, a recent gift from your boyfriend, and grunge it down with some converse and an oversized black leather jacket.

The paparazzi are already waiting outside Jungkook’s building for you, as they usually are these days, so you offer them a small smile and wave before making your way to Jimin’s place to tell him your surprising yet very exciting news.

“Y/N? What are you doing here it’s not even 10AM.” Jimin rubs the sleep from his eye in his matching blue pyjamas, stepping to one side to let you in.

“Good morning sunshine. The BBC just called me, they want me to be in a documentary about cyber crimes against women.” You blurt in excitement which seems to wake your best friend up as he’s grinning just as widely as you are.

“Whoa, Y/N that’s amazing! Are you gonna do it?”

“Maybe? I think it could be a good thing to help them with this?”

Jimin pulls you in for a hug in the cluttered living space, you notice there’s cardboard boxes scattered about the apartment, “I think it’s a great thing, I’m so proud of you—”

“For having sex on camera?” You chuckle against his warm neck, “No but really, I wanna raise awareness for this type of thing, I already have so many ideas to tell them.”

“What’s Jungkook said about it?” He peels back and you catch a glimpse of Yoongi over his shoulder, shuffling around in pyjamas similar to Jimin’s.

“I’m gonna tell him tonight, they only called this morning.” You smile, waving at the newest member of your small friendship circle. “What’s with all the boxes?”

At this his face drops into something guilty, he turns away from you to boil the kettle and make everybody a drink, “Uh-, Y/N…”

“What?”

“Come on let’s sit down.”

And so you do, choosing to settle on the arm chair with your freshly made herbal tea as the couple take the small sofa along the next wall. Yoongi and Jimin, or yoonmin as you’ve affectionately labelled them, are the epitome of the perfect couple. They’re great together, in the time you’ve known them as a unit you’ve learned that their personalities couldn’t be more different even if they tried. Where Jimin is loud, sometimes overbearing and outgoing Yoongi is more reserved, introverted but his one-liner jokes always have a way of catching you off guard.

“What’s going on?” You quirk a brow, heart melting when your gaze finds Yoongi soothingly rubbing small patterns on Jimin’s thigh.

“The tenancy agreement on this place runs out next month,” Jimin sighs, “So… I’m gonna move in with Yoongi, but don’t worry we’ve spoken about it and—”

“And you can move in with me too, I live in Jungkook’s building… My apartment isn’t as big or luxurious as his but I have a guest bedroom that—”

“That we can decorate and make it yours, nothing has to change I still want us to live together—”

“We want you to live with us.” Yoongi corrects his boyfriend with a content nod and gummy smile, his newly bleached silver hair falling into his eyes.

“Guys…” You’re laughing breathily, taken aback by their gesture bless their sweet souls, “Thank you, really thank you so much but… I mean I practically live at Jungkook’s anyway, I can always talk to him and see if he’s ready to take the next step in our relationship and… Yknow… If not I can go back to my parents’ house it’s no big deal.” You nervously chew your lower lip, you want to live with Jungkook, hell in a way it feels like you already do, but you don’t know if he feels the same way.

“No really you can live with us Y/N, don’t feel like you have to ask anybody else.” Yoongi guzzles the rest of his morning coffee, promptly standing from the sofa, “Anyway I’ve gotta go get changed and get to work, I’ll see you both soon.”

“I mean it Y/N you can live with us, I’ve already picked out the colour scheme of your new bedroom.” Jimin beams like a proud dad, winning you to kick your head back with a laugh.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one who does that?”

“Well you’ve had a really traumatic six months… I thought I could lighten your burden.” He justifies with a mocking nod, hand clutching his heart.

“Ah, well thank you so much.”

“How are you doing now?”

“You mean since I saw you yesterday?” You giggle, “I’m fine.”

“No but really… How are you doing? Have you heard anything from uh-, Ruth?” He almost looks guilty when her name leaves his lips, though he has no reason to feel that way. It’s not like he was the one who betrayed you.

“My parents have been visiting her… She’s not well, but I haven’t spoken to her myself since she was arrested.”

“Are you going to speak to her?” Jimin’s question catches you off-guard, you almost drop your drink as you mull over what he’s asking of you. Do you want to see her? To speak to her? After everything she’s done?

You shake your head slowly, “Probably not, I hope she gets all the help she needs but to be frank with you I don’t want to be a part of her life anymore.”

“Understandable. So tell me more about this documentary!” 

The rest of your morning is filled with Jimin trying to convince you to live with him and his partner, to which you do begin to consider it – maybe living with them would be the best thing. You’ll still be close to Jungkook, a lot closer than if you moved back into your family home, and you wouldn’t have to put a strain on your relationship by asking to move in either. It’s after a food delivery and endless conversations about the future with your bestie that you decide to head back to Kook’s apartment; excited to tell him about your new opportunity.

--

Back at the penthouse you’re busying yourself by hanging up Jungkook’s dry cleaning in his walk-in closet, it’s a little after six pm when the elevator chimes signalling his arrival. He looks fucking delicious today, as always, wearing grey and black checked trousers with a black shirt tucked into them, the first few buttons undone exposing his tanned skin. His hair is pushed back away from his face, flaunting his thick brows and chiselled features that soften upon seeing you when he steps inside the bedroom.

“You look…amazing baby,” His stare hungrily drags itself up the way the champagne coloured dress hugs your curves, “What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” You shrug, smiling when he makes his way over, “How was work?”

“Ah yknow, bit of this a bit of that… Same shit different day.” He chuckles, his expensive cologne flooding your senses when he stands behind your frame, snaking his strong arms around your waist, “Is this new? Don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before, and I’m sure I would’ve remembered...” He squeezes the material of your dress, peppering your neck with dainty kisses.

“Mhm, my boyfriend bought me it last week actually.” You hum amused, trying to ignore the way your stomach knots with each of his little touches as you hang up the last of his suit jackets.

“Ahh, now I remember. He has good taste.”

“Well I guess there is kind of an occasion,” You loll your head to one side, granting him further access to your sensitive skin, his dark bangs tickle the flesh of your earlobe, “I’ve been asked to help the BBC with a documentary they’re doing on cyber crimes against women.”

“What?” He pulls his head back, spinning you in place until the swell of your breasts are flush with his toned chest, “That’s… Y/N that’s incredible, are you gonna do it?” His eyes are trained to yours, his smile genuine and brightening up the otherwise dark room.

To this you lift your shoulders, “Maybe? I mean I want to, it’s a topic not enough people talk about. I have a meeting with them next week to discuss it properly.” His hands find purchase on your waist, gripping you tightly.

“Well whatever you decide to do you have my full support, I know things have been rough for you and if this is a way for you to get closure and take control of the situation then I’m all for it.”

You hadn’t even thought about it like that, maybe sharing your story and what you went through with the video leak will be good for you, therapeutic even. Maybe it will give you closure, discussing your emotions and shining a light on the repercussions of revenge porn. You bring your arms to his broad shoulders, lightly grazing your manicured fingertips on the nape of his neck, winning a content sigh to fall from your boyfriends lips.

“You know I could get used to this.” He rests his forehead against yours with a breathy chuckle.

“Don’t destroy this one and I’ll wear it more often then.” You giggle, pressing your lips to his in an open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, you know that I’m not talking about the dress,” He hums against you, your teeth almost clink together because of how much you’re both smiling, “I meant you being here when I get back from work.”

“I’m pretty much always here now.” You kiss him again, this time swiping your tongue over his lips earning yourself another sigh. He walks you backwards out of the closet until your knees hit the foot of his bed, his mouth never leaving yours when the kiss deepens into something more…desperate.

“I’m just saying,” You can feel how hard he’s already getting against your abdomen, his voice is husky and deep with seduction, yet quiet against your lips, “Maybe you should bring more things here, I like that you’re here a lot.”

“A little too much apparently.” You snake a hand down to cup his length, he hisses before shaking his head in disbelief with a smile.

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

“Mhm, I get that quite often.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should learn how to behave then.” Your back hits the mattress with a small ‘oomf’ from your end when he pushes you onto the bed, crawling on top of you and caging you in with his muscular arms.

“Maybe.” You repeat with a smirk, hands gliding to his shirt buttons where you get to work in undoing them, “But maybe you secretly like that I’m such a brat.”

“It’s not much of a secret at this point now, is it?” He smashes his lips to yours in a series of lewd frenzied kisses that has you weak at the knees embarrassingly fast. You quickly rid him of his shirt, fingernails tracing the intricate patterns of his body art.

A small whine escapes you when he holds your hands above your head with one of his, pinning you in place. His other gets to work on hiking your dress up until the material pools your middle, exposing the pretty purple lacey thong you decided to wear today. He licks the shell of your ear before taking it between his teeth.

“Jungkook…” You breathe, desperate to feel more of him.

“Sometimes I forget how sensitive you are...” He murmurs, repeating his previous action until your hips are buckling up into his in search of friction. Thankfully he recognises your neediness and two inked fingers find their way to the waistband of your underwear, playfully twanging it, you can feel him smirking against your neck.

“Please…” You whimper, hands struggling against his hold.

He pulls back to sit on his knees, searching for the zipper of your dress. Your hands are finally free but you freeze, body tensing up as you stop him. You haven’t been completely naked in front of him, sober, in a very long time. Every time you’d been intimate with him you’d found a way to keep your lingerie on, or wore something with easy access that didn’t need removing completely. You still feel insecure about your body ever since it was publicly exposed.

“No-, stop.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, Jungkook stops in his tracks immediately with big brown doe eyes zoned in on your face.

“Are you okay?” He’s worried, but you’re distracted by the way his muscles flex under the dim lighting of his bedroom.

“Yeah yeah,” You nod quickly to reassure him, “Just leave the dress on please.”

“Y/N…” His brows are knitted together in confusion, “Why?”

At this you sigh, somewhat under pressure, “I just don’t feel-, please?”

“Baby…” His voice is low and quiet, he’s gripping your thighs gently, “You’re perfect, you know that right? So fucking perfect.” He lowers his mouth to your open thighs, gently sucking the flesh between a series of licks and kisses, winning a soft moan from you. “I love you so much baby…”

“I love you too.”

“Do you trust me?” His breath is warm against your skin as he slowly makes his way up to your underwear.

“You know I do.” You whisper, lying flat on your back against the bed sheets.

“Then please… Don’t cover up this beautiful body of yours…” He takes your lingerie between his teeth, playfully pulling it back. A groan erupts from your chest when he licks at your barely clothed clit, his hooded eyes are glued to yours, “I wanna see all of you, I wanna feel all of you… You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.”

“Please touch me Jungkook…”

You’re twisting the sheets beneath you when he hooks his fingers into your panties, dragging them down your legs painfully slow before you’re kicking them off the bed. He’s taking his time with you tonight, littering your folds with small kisses before finally he takes your clit between his lips and sucks gently.

“Fuck,” You throw your head back, body feeling ten million times hotter than it did when he first got back.

“You like that baby?” He hums, proud, flattening his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves where he traces small, familiar patterns – the same patterns he always does, making you come undone every time without fail, “You like it when I eat you out like this?”

“Mmm, yeah I do…” You push your core up to meet his mouth, his tongue massages your clit rhythmically.

He shifts on the bed, laying flat on his toned stomach as he continues to lap up your growing arousal. You’re growing wetter and wetter by the minute, the lewd noises of his mouth against you fill the otherwise quiet atmosphere and heat spreads your abdomen.

“Keep going.” You mewl.

“Take your dress off for me baby,” Jungkook’s stare is fuelled by nothing other than lust, “Please, you don’t need to hide from me Y/N.”

Lazily your fingers find the zipper and soon you’re pulling the champagne silk off your figure, exposing your matching purple bra which is sheer enough to see your nipples through it. You’re too turned on to feel insecure, Jungkook groans at the sight of your exposed body, burying his face between your folds with a new found determination.

“And your bra.��� He mumbles.

Within minutes you’re completely naked and spread wide for your boyfriend, he’s eating you out so passionately and so messily that you’re already close to seeing stars. You yell something that sounds like his name when his arms reach up to your bare breasts, thumbing and rubbing your nipples, his touch featherlight but has you a writhing mess within minutes.

“You taste so fucking good baby.” He moans. The sound vibrates against you until it reaches your insides, adding to your growing orgasm while he speeds up his ministrations.

“Jungkook, fuck-“ You’re a panting mess, rolling your hips against his face. You peer down at him, it’s like he’s hypnotised by your pussy, suckling it so hard and perfectly in sync with the way he’s pinching your nipples. After a few particularly harsh licks and flicks of his tongue you welcome the white hot heat that threatens to spill, fingertips flying to his raven locks where you pull him impossibly closer, “There, oh my g-, right there, don’t stop! I’m gonna! Don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t, keeping the pace even until you’re empty hole is convulsing, pulsating as you cream all over his mouth and chin with a deafeningly loud moan. As always he helps you ride out your high, slowing his movements when he laps up every last drop of your come while you try and steady your heaving breaths.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I love watching you come for me...” He exhales, gaze lost in yours. The way he looks at you as he crawls on top of your frame should be illegal, a shaky sigh leaves your lips when his come down to meet them, swallowing your pleas to be fucked. Your arousal lingers on his tongue, the taste swirls against yours and floods your senses.

“Please fuck me, please…please…” You whine.

He falls weak to you begs, quickly ridding himself of his checked pants and boxers, roughly gripping the bend of your waist, “Turn over.” He orders, voice low and dangerous.

You obey, rolling onto your front until your breasts mould against the mattress. Jungkook spreads your legs with his knees before lowering his body onto yours, holding his weight with his arms. He’s kissing your back, his multitalented tongue darting out with kittenish licks on your bare skin.

“Jungkook please.” You whine into the pillow, turning your face to the side.

“What do you want baby? Tell me.” His voice is merely a whisper.

“I want you to fuck me…” You gnaw your lower lip with desperation growing between your already shaky legs.

At this he lines himself up with your entrance, teasingly brushing his length between your sopping folds winning you both to groan in anticipation. There’s a ringing in your ears similar to white noise when he finally, agonisingly slowly, pushes every rock hard inch of himself into your core from behind.

A gasp tumbles from your lips when he rocks his hips into you, his pelvis pressing hard against the fat of your ass cheeks with each movement. He feels so big from this position, filling you up in the most devilishly good way possible. You push your ass up as much as you can, until his shaft brushes against your sensitive and spongey g-spot with every thrust.

“Jungkook.” You mouth falls into a silent ‘o’, eyes scrunched from pleasure.

“You’re amazing,” He breaths against your neck between lewd kisses against your skin, “You’re fucking amazing Y/N.”

You’re panting a chorus of ‘please’ ‘fuck’ ‘yes’ ‘Jungkook’ in sync with each time he fills you up to the brim, the crown of his cock pressing against your cervix hard enough to bruise.

“I love you so much… Fuck, I love you princess.” The new pet name whispered between soft groans sends a pang of heat to your abdomen, your second orgasm already approaching, “Touch yourself for me, rub that perfect little clit.”

Snaking a hand down the bed you find the sweet spot with ease and begin to do as he says, tracing small circles over the area in time with the deep yet slow rolls of his hips.

“That’s it, fuck-,” A guttural moan rips from his throat at the way your walls squelch and tighten around him, he knows you’re close, he can tell by your wayward breathing and the way you’re writhing under his weight, “You feel so good, I could fuck you like this forever.”

“Faster, go faster please…” You beg shamelessly.

At this he shakes his head, his damp hair tickling your shoulder, “Nice and slow baby… Nice and slow.”

Pained moans leap from your chest that’s heaving against the bed linen, he’s never been this gentle and passionate with you. The way he’s fucking into you sensually, holding himself in place with one arm as the other comes down to explore your curves, his fingertips grazing every spot on one side of your body until his palm finds purchase on your hip, fingernails digging into your skin when he grips you, pulling your bodies even closer.

“So close…” You warn him with a strangled whimper, speeding up the way your own hand rubs your throbbing clit.

“Go on, give me another one,” He’s equally as breathless as you when he takes the flesh of your neck between his teeth, “Come for me, your pussies already so wet—”

He’s cut off by his own throaty moan, the sound so deep it’s borderline a growl when your second orgasm hits, your hole clenching his thick length so sinfully that you’re nothing more than a blubbering mess beneath him, totally and completely fucked out. Both hands fly to the pillow that you’re squeezing and twisting in your grip, body jolting and shaking as you ride out the wave of euphoria.

“You’re so tight, ah-,” He hisses, kissing your temple.

“Kook…” You’re in a post-bliss daze, barely able to catch your breath. Your mind is blank, unable to concentrate on anything other than the sensations and sounds of Jungkook slowly splitting open your slippery walls. “Oh my god-“

It’s not long before his own orgasm approaches, his grunts turn into whines and his thrusts become messy, he never speeds up though, not once. He rocks his cock in and out of you at a leisurely pace until he’s chanting your name under ragged breaths. You peek back at him for a moment, the sight alone makes you gasp. His eyes are squeezed shut, kiss-swollen lips ajar, messy sweat-stained hair covers forehead and thick brows.

“You’re gonna make me come baby…” His hooded eyes flutter open for a second, his gaze locked onto yours before he buries his head into your shoulder with a loud, gravelly groan, spilling his hot seed into you.

Jungkook stills for a few minutes before rolling off, laying next to you with a glistening chest and worn-out smile, “You’re something else.” He chuckles, playfully spanking your ass. You can’t move, you’re still laid flat on your stomach untrusting of your wobbly limbs to hold your weight in any other position.

“I didn’t do anything.” You hum with a tired grin, “It was that dress.”

“I can assure you, you look much better without it.”

“Hmm.” You bury your face into the pillow, somewhat embarrassed.

“I’m serious,” He starts, lazily draping his arm round your middle, “You’re perfect, this body…”

“Jungkook, stop it.” You’re laughing when he shifts his position, choosing the straddle your hips with his palms massaging your shoulders. You melt under his touch, feeling the epitome of relaxed when he begins to work a particular knot between your shoulder blades with his thumbs.

“That laugh,” He sighs lovingly, “Your smile, your eyes… You’re perfect.”

“Mmm.” You neither agree nor disagree, instead choosing to enjoy this impromptu massage from your boyfriend.

“Y/N...”

“Mmm?” You glance back at him, to which he flashes you a coy boy-ish smile.

“Move in with me.”

“What?” This gets your attention, your limbs are heavy and weak but you manage to roll onto your back, blushing at how Kook is now straddling your front as opposed to your back.

“I’m serious, I want us to live together...”

You’re grinning up at him with hopeful eyes, “Really? You think we’re ready for that?”

“Definitely.” He nods with a smile brighter than ten thousand suns, folding his body until your lips meet again in a heartfelt, blissful kiss.

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The week flies by, your meeting with the BBC goes better than you had hoped. The main producer Linda, the woman who called you, loved your ideas and is eager to share your story with the world and has given you full creative control in how you want it to be portrayed. You’ve signed a contract with them, it’s officially happening, amongst other exciting opportunities.

“A TV appearance?” Jungkook repeats.

“Mhm, once we’re done filming… To promote the documentary.”

You’re sitting on his lap, being careful not to shift around on top of him too much and save him from an awkward encounter since you’re not alone. It’s pizza night, Taehyung has joined you both for the evening at yours and Jungkook’s now shared apartment but doesn’t seem to mind the obvious semi-public display of affection.

“What’re your plans after the documentary? Like, what are you going to do with it?” Taehyung asks, taking a chomp out of his Hawaiian pizza. Everybody is dressed casually tonight, the three of you in sweats and hoodies while you enjoy some down time together.

“Glad you asked,” You snap your fingers and point to him, rolling your eyes with a smile at Kook who can’t seem to end the string of cheese coming from his own pizza no matter how hard he tries, “I’m finally gonna put my degree to use, I want to start a company that helps women in similar situations to mine… Pay for their legal help when they can’t afford it, provide them with the right resources to get them justice, offer counselling and so on.”

“Like a charity?” Tae raises his brows, seemingly impressed.

You nod, breaking the melted cheese away from Jungkook’s slice for him with your fingers, “Yeah, yknow I never knew what I wanted to do with my degree up until now, I’ve already got a few investors interested in funding the first year.”

“By investors do you mean Guk?”

“Nah,” Jungkook chuckles though he looks vaguely defeated, “She wants to do this on her own, I’ve tried telling her I’ll provide any funding she needs but—”

“But I want the entire thing to be founded by, funded by, and ran by women. Female attorneys, female counsellors, female staff.” You say proudly.

“Isn’t that a little sexist?” Taehyung clicks his tongue but you can’t help but notice he’s impressed by your ambition, his feline eyes wide and glistening when he smiles.

You offer him a small shrug, “I don’t think it is, I just want to give victims of cybercrime and revenge porn a safe space to talk about it and statistically most victims are women. Besides there’s plenty of companies out there that are run by only men.”

“Touché.”

“I’m telling you now,” Jungkook’s palm finds the small of your back, “You’ve got this, I know you can do anything you set your mind to.”

Your hand gently grips his chin and you angle his face towards yours, planting a chaste kiss to his lips which he reciprocates, “Thank you.”

“Any time.” He mumbles against your mouth with a grin, stealing another kiss.

“Guys c’mon I’m right here.” Taehyung complains, averting his eyes away from the scene, “Just because you live here now doesn’t mean I wanna see it every time I come over.”

Jungkook pulls away, facing his best friend with a smirk, “Sorry.”

Your phone vibrates inside your pocket, earning you to jump up from Kook’s lap much to his disappointment, “Hang on,” You hold up a single digit, “It’s my mum I’ll be right back.” You saunter out the room, closing the master bedroom door behind you.

“Hello?”

“Hi Y/N it’s just me…” Your mum’s voice is soft as she announces herself, despite the fact you knew full well it was her calling from her contact name and display picture.

“Everything okay?” You sit on the bed.

There’s a brief pause on the line, “It’s your sister…”

“Mum.” You cut her off sternly, she knows full well you want nothing to do with her after everything she’s done, “I told you I don’t want to know.”

“I know, I know,” Her voice is laced with guilt, “But she wanted me to pass on a message and I said that I would.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose vaguely irritated, “What’s the message?”

“She wants you to go and visit her.”

You bite back a scoff, “Why?”

“She wouldn’t say.”

“The answer is no.” You say with confidence, “I’m sorry mum, but I can’t. I don’t want her in my life after what she did. I’m not going.”

At this your mother sighs, you feel her pain of course you do, Ruth is her first born child and she will always love her no matter what she’s done and you don’t hate her for that. After all there’s nothing stronger than a maternal bond, “Okay, I’ll let her know... But since you’re not going to see her yourself there’s something you should know...”

“What?” You mumble, attempting to ignore the hurt in her voice.

“Ruth... She’s pregnant.” 

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[eleni-cherie]

lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - chapter 1.7

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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masterlist: here

— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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Cassandra was tapping her finger along to the rhythm of the song from her playlist. Exhaling deeply while observing a bee on a hydrangea. She peeked at the digital clock on the sideboard. 6:38pm. Over twenty minutes had passed since Taehyung had disappeared in the house to pick up Ari. She was wondering what took him so long.

Boredom was taking over her and she started scrolling through her phone. Clicking through the photos she had taken the past two days. There weren't many of that day as both slept in till 2pm. Both joking during 'breakfast' about how their bodies were aching from almost pulling an all-nighter and not sleeping in an actual bed. Making them feel quite old.

She had taken plenty of photos yesterday, though, so it was alright.

Her thumb paused when coming across one of Taehyung. He hadn't noticed her taking that photo of him. It wasn't even anything special, she always took photos of the people she was with. Secretely hoping they'd do the same for her, but usually didn't.

He was laying on a bench under a tree. With his arms folded under his head and eyes closed. A single sunray peeking through the leaves exactly onto his face. She had caught him from the side as she was standing a couple feet away. Liking the way the town was stretching in the background.

Now looking at it more he was looking completely at ease there. The carefree impression he would usually give to her. However, she knew that wasn't true. Even if just little, he had allowed her to take a peek behind that first impression. And yet, she liked the photo. His handsome side-profile getting sun-kissed like that.

She inhaled deeply and continued scrolling.

Another five minutes passed and she decided to wait for him outside. Stretching her legs before the long car ride back. She was propping herself on the hood when suddenly the front door opened. Her eyes rose, expecting to see him with the little girl finally returning. However, much to her surprise, someone else exited. An older woman coming out of the house.

She didn't seem to notice Cassandra, a frown all over her face adding crinkles to it. She climbed down the stairs of the front porch then and just stood there. Staring at the distance with her arms crossed. Curiosity got the best of Cassandra, so after a few moments of peeking between her and the smartphone, she decided to walk the few steps towards the woman.

"H-hello, is everything alright?"

The woman's head turned to look at her. Her short waves swaying as she did so. "Yes, yes.."

"I didn't want to be rude. I just saw you walk out of the house and you seem.. upset?"

The woman sighed and looked down at her arms.

Cassandra smiled then. "You're Ari's grandmother, right?"

She furrowed her brows, squinting at Cassandra. "Do I know you?"

"No, you don't," she said with a polite smile, "But I know Ari. I'm a friend of Taehyung's."

Her brows rose and she nodded. A light scoff coming from her lips which Cassandra decided to ignore. They grew silent then. The younger woman not knowing what she was supposed to do. But she was able to count one and one together. She could think of the reason Ari's grandmother left her house and was standing there upset now. Probably the same reason it took them so long to return. "You know," Cassandra began than slowly, "He's doing a good job, with Ari I mean. He always gives his best."

The woman's eyes fell on the ground. An almost sorrowful expression on her face. "I know," she mumbled quietly. "But he isn't my son."

"No, he isn't. And he isn't his sister. But he still loves her just as much." She paused, feeling a light breeze picking up. "He really does his best when it comes to Ari. And isn't that the most important thing?"

"Of course, it's just.." The woman's voice trailed off. Remaining silent for a moment. "She's.. she's the only thing left of our son. And she's so far away from us."

"But he keeps bringing Ari here so you can spend time with her, doesn't he? Many others wouldn't."

The woman hummed. Not able to object.

"How was your son?"

And for the first time she saw the older woman smile. It was a light, dreamy one. "He was a good child. Always happy and friendly."

Cassandra nodded quietly. "I couldn't imagine losing my daughter. I'd probably go mad."

She arched a brow at her. Seemingly taking an interest in her. "You have a child?"

"Yeah, a 9-month-old daughter. That's how me and Tae met. We bring the girls to the same daycare." The woman nodded. "I don't know what happened in the house," Cassandra said then, her voice getting a little sterner, "But I can guarantee you that Ari gets taken care of the best way possible. I wished.. I wished my daughter had someone like him in her life."

The woman glanced at her for a moment. Musing over her words. Eventually giving her a fond smile. "As a mother, I trust your words."

Cassandra nodded vigorously, offering her a wide smile as well. "As a mother, I can ensure you that. So don't be so hard on him."

"I know.. I know." She sighed, looking away. And much to Cassandra's surprise, the woman gave her a light pat on the shoulder. "It's getting late. You need to get back.. I should probably go inside. Say goodbye." She gripped the metallic railing and started walking back up the stairs, one by one when stopping in her tracks. "I never caught your name." It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Cassandra, my name's Cassandra." Ari's grandmother hummed and continued her way up. Getting back inside.

Cassandra stayed a couple more minutes before also heading back to the car. Figuring out Taehyung and Ari would return soon. At least she hoped so. She couldn't be sure if her words did change the woman's mindset after all. It had at least seemed like it. So when the front door eventually opened again, this time revealing Taehyung with Ari in his arms and her bag on his shoulder, she sighed in relief.

"Hey Ari," she greeted the little girl when Taehyung put her in her seat, strapping her in. The baby smiled at her, wiggling her stuffed penguin.

Cassandra smiled as well, reaching out to tickle her foot. Almost not hearing Taehyung climbing into the driver's seat, putting on his seat belt and starting the engine.

She noticed his expressionless face as he drove off, worrying her a little. "Is everything alright?" She decided not to ask what took so long. He nodded, looking sternly onto the road in front of them. "Yeah, no.. just something weird happened." He sighed then and his features began to soften back to their normal state. "When I went to pick her up, her grandmother wouldn't even look me in the eyes. She was just holding her in her lap and rocked her slowly. She ignored my existence. And when I insisted on having to leave, she.. she stood up, placed her in my arms and left. Even her husband was confused." He paused, recalling the incidents of that evening. "However, when she came back she seemed.. I don't know. Not so gloomy anymore. And  apologised for walking out. She even looked me in the eyes and smiled when I bid them goodbye."

"Oh," she smiled excitedly, leaning back into her seat. "Guess my words helped a little after all."

"W-wait what?" Taehyung shot her a puzzled look, almost turning the steering wheel as her words took him off-guard. And he quickly focued back on the road. "You spoke to her?"

She bit her lips, realising she might have made a mistake. Unsure about his reaction, she sunk into her seat more. Nodding quietly. And much to her surprise, he only laughed under his breath. "You know, I'm used to that. To her not wanting to give Ari back. I'm used to that. But it was a first for her to just.. leave. What did you tell her that changed her mind?" A genuine astonished expression on his face. He wasn't mad, what a relief, Cassandra thought before shrugging.

"I just.. I guess I understood where she came from, as a mother. And I told her the truth, that she didn't need to worry. That you were doing a great job."

Taehyung licked over his lips as he thought about her words. And how she always seemed to defend him. Even when he wasn't around. He felt his cheeks blushing. "Thank you."

She shook her head. "No. It was nothing. You know I think you're a great dad. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

However, Taehyung remained silent. Only an aching feeling spreading inside his chest at her words. Unsure whether to object or not. He wanted to. He knew it wasn't true. And yet, couldn't. Because he wished she was right.

They sat there in silence the rest of the ride. It started raining again, lulling Cassandra who hadn't slept enough. Her eyes slowly falling close. Ari also soon fell asleep as it got late for her. Leaving Taehyung alone with his music and thoughts.

He peeked at the sleeping girl next to him ever so often. Her curls were cascading towards the side her head was inclining to. Rosy cheek pressed against the glass of the car window as her long eyelashes were laying still. And he thought that Cassandra was quite a special person after all. Her hands might often be cold. But her heart was warm.

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A few hours later, the car came to a halt in front of the apartment of Cassandra's parents.

Cassandra yawned and stretched her arms, still drawsy from the little nap. He watched her unbuckling her seat belt then. Observing her gathering her belongings.

"I really don't know how I deserve all the things you do for me, but thank you either way," he mumbled then. Almost absentmindedly as his gaze rested on her and she paused in her tracks. Her eyes slowly wandering up to his. Seeing a shy smile ghosting over his lips and she shook her head with a sad one. She leaned over the handbreak then. And in a swift move, cupped his cheek. Placing a kiss on the other one. Her lips warm, hot even, while gently pressing on his skin. Lingering there for only a few seconds, but really, it felt like an eternity to them. The world falling into complete silence in that moment.

She pulled back then. Expecting a face of shock or confusion. But instead he was just staring at her eyes, softly. Not saying anything, as if he waited for her to speak up first. Or perhaps simply didn't know what to respond to her irritating gesture.

"Goodnight, Tae." And without any further explanation she got out of the car. Not wanting to give him any time to respond or react. She didn't want to hear it anyway. Walking fast to the entrance door while firmly clutching the straps of her backback. Her blank mind slowly recovering, starting realising what she had just done. And panic began to rise as she pressed the button of the doorbell frantically. Praying her parents would hurry up.  The door started buzzing then and she pushed it open. Thankful for escaping that awkward situation she had put herself in when his chesty voice suddenly echoed in the silent night. "Goodnight, Cassandra."

And with that the door closed behind her. And she felt her heart burst.

She didn't know where this sudden courage had come from. Maybe his words had just moved her so much. Because they were always so genuine. So carefully placed. And backed up by many actions, so maybe that was why they hit differently.

Her mood suddenly began changing. Something inside her was sick of it. Sick of everything. Of her feelings for him. Of the fact he'd never reciprocate them. Of the fact he probably didn't even notice them. Of the fact she'd always be stuck in the friendzone. Of the fact she was only capable of being subtle and never straightforward. And she was tired. Physically and mentally. The sudden realization of her reality came crashing down on her all at once and she felt bitter.

So when her mother opened the door and greeted her happily, she only faked a smile and went straight to the living room where Isavella was. Her daughter laying on the couch, sleeping save and sound with her favourite teddybear. And she sat beside her. Gently grabbing her little hand and caressing it. Ignoring her mother's questions about how the trip was. She wouldn't be able to truthfully answer them anyway.

Her phone vibrated then and she saw a notification from Taehyung on the lockscreen. Her mind already rushing to conclusions. Of how he'd be telling her off. Or asking her what the hell was wrong with her. She didn't want to read them. However, curious as she was she ended up unlocking the phone after all. Her brows raising when seeing photos instead of text.

One was a selfie they had taken on Saturday. Both wearing their round black sunglasses, making a funny face with their icecreams in their hands. She remembered that one, smiling to herself.

However, she didn't recognise the others. They were of her. In one she was sitting at a café. The one they had stopped by to drink something at the main square. Her elbows were propped on the table, cheeks resting on her hands. A pout on her lips. The sunglasses had slid down of the bridge of her nose, her eyes glimpsing behind them. Observing something she couldn't remember anymore.

The second one was her laughing after getting a bit water splashed onto her striped palazzo trousers. She was looking happy. But what also surprised her was that she liked herself on the photos. She usually never did when others took any of her.

Tae (9:45pm): forgot to send you these :-)

He had taken photos of her without her asking for it. Huh.

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next chapter: 1.8 here

[yootaesowlwrites]

Promise - Kim Seokjin

Warnings: Angst, Seokjin really doesn’t wanna lose reader, cliché ending?

W/C: 3K

“What do you think about marriage or getting married?” Seokjin asks, he had a bowl of ramen in his hands and he was sitting next to you on the couch, you had your own bowl on your lap, but your appetite quickly vanished hearing those words.

“I uh… I don’t think much about marriage, as a waste of money, really,” You say, he nods his head. “And all that nonsense just to sign a piece of paper, if you think about it… it’s almost creepy in a way,” You lean forward and place your bowl onto the small table in front of you. “But I don’t want to get married, I’ve told you this before,” You turn to look at him and find him looking at you, nothing comes from his mouth and the silence was becoming deafening, it was like he was frozen from what you have told him, but you have told him many times throughout your relationship, so you were left to assume that he just never paid attention or just didn’t care about what you had to say, both of those thoughts were hurting, because it meant that he wasn’t listening to you, to what you wanted, and the second option made you feel like he just didn’t care about your thoughts, and now you were wondering if the relationship was even worth continuing, you let out a sigh and look away from him, it almost felt like your energy was being drained from you the longer you stayed there.

“I uh… I’m just going to go,” You mutter, you push yourself up from the couch, Seokjin watches as you gather your things before you disappear around the corner and moments later the door opened and closed, and you had left, he lowers his head as he leans over towards the table, placing his bowl of ramen on the table, letting out a sigh as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the velvet box that contained a ring inside, he could kick himself for not paying attention to what you’ve said to him, how did he miss the many times you told him that you didn’t want to get married? And now he had messed up by bringing up the question, ratting himself out to you that he wasn’t paying attention, he racked his brain, trying to find a time when you had told him and several scenarios appeared, and with each one passing through his mind, his heart ached in pain, you had told him so many times, and none of those times had sunk in.

He wished he could go back in time to make sure he paid attention the first time you had told him, he wasn’t even sure when the first was that you had told him, and guilt was slowly gaining at his mind and heart, he didn’t want to lose you, he had just thought that naturally marriage would be the next step in your relationship, it was something he had seen growing up and naturally thought it would happen to him also, he never once stopped to think that his partner wouldn’t want what he wanted, maybe you had done the right thing to leave, he needed time to think, you both wanted different things, but was marriage really such a big deal to him, he did or still does dream about marrying, coming home to his partner and greeting them, cooking with them and sharing a bed with them, not that you didn’t share a bed with him already, occasionally you would stay over at his place, and it’s not like you two didn’t already have sex, but would it make such a difference if you did not carry his surname?

“Kim Seokjin… you messed up,” He mumbles, he leans back into the couch, dropping the velvet box onto the floor, his mind spinning with the amount of thoughts going round in his head, he closes his eyes, the scent of your uneaten ramen filling his lungs, the sound of how empty his apartment suddenly felt hits him like a train, you did spend the entire afternoon cooking with him, laughing with him as you prepared lunch, and now, now the apartment was too quiet, and you were gone, and he was sitting alone in the bog space.

༻༺

You laid on the bed that was positioned near the window, you were looking out the window at the sky as it was slowly changing colour, the feathery shaped clouds turning orange as the sun was disappearing behind the tall buildings, a pillow rested underneath your head and a giant plush was in your hands, the view was blurred from the tears in your eyes, the ache of what had happened earlier only hurting you more, you didn’t want to cry, but there you were, tears in your eyes and quietly sobbing against the giant plush in your arms, you had told him on your second date that you didn’t want to get married, and it stung that he didn’t remember it, now you were both in it so deep that it hurts so much, and knowing that his birthday was next weekend, hurts even more.

You had been arranging a surprise birthday party for him with the members, and now, now you weren’t sure if you would be welcomed at said part, or gathering since it wouldn’t be much of a party, hell, you weren’t even sure if you would be welcomed to help with the planning, he surely would tell them what had happened, and they were all also aware of his desire to marry someone.

You watch the sun completely disappear behind the buildings and turn around, curling into the plush and sobbing loudly into the soft fabric, you would make sure to send Jimin a text message in the morning, letting him know that you wouldn’t be able to make it for the rest of the planning, your body shakes as you sob, soaking the soft fabric, it was a plush Seokjin had also won for you at a carnival, which only made you sob harder, you would have to pack up a lot of his things and return it to him, and you would have to return to his place, the space you sometimes shared with him, and collect anything you may have left there, just thinking about doing all of that was making you sob more into the plush.

༻༺

The days felt endless, as if they were just dragging on and drawn out, you were slowly moving around your apartment, your phone was blown up with texts from Jimin, asking why you wouldn’t be helping anymore, and then they changed to asking if you were okay, you assumed Seokjin had told them what had happened, which mad you want to reply to his messages even less now, you hadn’t changed out from your pyjamas for the past few days, you hadn’t spoken to anyone in those few days, it was now the middle of the week, and you knew you had to get changed, take a shower and go buy groceries since they were almost finished, but you didn’t feel in the mood to go do that, you would try and push it back and avoid doing it until you absolutely needed to, you sat on your bed, legs crossed and instead of the plush on your lap, you had a pillow resting on your legs and your elbows pressing into it.

You were staring out the window, the weather outside was gloomy, just like you were feeling, dark clouds covered the sky and rain was pouring down, you felt guilty for ordering delivery food, but it hadn’t been raining when you had placed the order, you would make sure to tip the person delivering your food extra, you were watching the water droplets running down the window when you heard a knock on your door, you assumed the door to the building was left open or opened by someone else, you quickly stood from the bed and grab your wallet as you make your way to the door, you pull it open and faintly smile, about to apologise, but your smile quickly fell and the ache in your heart that had dulled returned, Seokjin stood there with a paper bag in his hand, giving you a sheepish smile, he knew all too well how hurt you were, he had been feeling that same ache in his heart for the past few days.

“May I come in?” He asks, you wanted to say ‘no’, you wanted to close the door in his face, but it was probably better to invite him in and have a talk with him, to either talk it out or break up for good, you step back, and he steps inside you, taking his shoes off by the door, you close the door and lead him further into your apartment.

“Just… put the food on the counter,” You say, your tone was quiet, you hear the bag rustling as he puts it down, you sit down on one end of the couch and pull a pillow onto your lap, Seokjin moves towards the couch and sits down with you, he watches as you clutch the pillow close to you, you stared at the table in front of you.

“I came to apologise and set things right,” He softly says, you slowly look at him, he could see your eyes glossing over as you tried to hold your tears back.

“Set things right?” You ask, your voice cracking as you ask, he nods his head, his heartbreaking at the sight of you trying to not cry in front of him. “You mean break-up?”

“No, no, no,” He quickly says, turning his body towards yours and moving closer to you. “Absolutely not that.”

“Well, I don’t see any other option, Jin,” You say. “Because when you asked me that, it felt like you hadn’t been listening to me, like you weren’t listening to my needs, what I wanted in life,” He felt himself growing smaller with your words, you had every right to feel like that, he had ignored those words, either erasing them from his mind or choosing not to hear them.

“I have no explanation for that, you’re right, we should probably break up, but that’s not what I want,” He says. “I spent the last few days thinking, and thinking hard about what you said,” He wanted to reach out and take your hand and hold it, but he decided against it. “I don’t need marriage, I thought I did, I naturally thought it would be the next step in a relationship, but it’s not necessary.” If only he had realised it much sooner, but you were willing to let him finish before deciding if you wanted to ask him to leave your life for good. “You’re right, marriage is just a piece of paper, nothing else to it, if you love someone then marriage doesn’t matter, not if you plan on spending the rest of your life with that person,” You could feel a stray tear rolling down your cheek, he extends his arm out towards you and gently wipes the stray tear away with his thumb. “Please don’t cry, I was an idiot, and I wish I could turn back time to go hit myself over the head and tell myself to listen,” You reach for his hand that was now resting against the side of your face. “Because I don’t want to lose you, I don’t need marriage to know that you’re mine and that you’ll stay by my side,” More tears fall from your eyes, you couldn’t stop them anymore.

“Y/n, I really don’t want to lose you, but if you want me to leave, I will,” You couldn’t just forgive him like that, forgive and forget they always say, but it stung and burned so much that he didn’t remember what you had told him, on several different occasions, you may need time to think about everything, to think if you could forgive him for it.

“I… I need to think,” You say, your voice cracking as you spoke, he nods his head, feeling his own eyes becoming glossy.

“Of course, take as much time as you need,” He says. “But please… please, come to my birthday this Saturday.”

“I’ll think about it,” You whisper, he nods his head and slowly pulls his hand away from your face and from your hand.

“I’m going to go now, call me at any time you want to talk,” He says, you nod your head and watch him get up from the couch, you watch him leave and not long after you hear the door shut, you pull the pillow to your face and sob into it.

༻༺

Saturday rolled around too quickly, and you were debating if you wanted to go to his birthday or not, but alas, you decided that you didn’t want to go and make it awkward for everyone, or so you thought that you had made up your mind to not go, but when he had shown up at your apartment again, sadness in his eyes as he knew that you wouldn’t show up at his birthday gathering, so he had decided to come and see you instead, he needed to at least see you on his birthday, but he needed to say one more thing to you, he took out a black box, which made your heart pinch.

“Seokjin—“ You begin, only for him to cut you off.

“It’s not what you think,” He says, you wanted to turn away, wanted to tell him to leave. “It’s a promise ring, a promise from me,” You look at him as he opened the box, refusing to look down at the ring. “And an apology for not listening, for brushing off what you had said to me plenty of times, I have no explanation as to why I did that,” You nervous nibble at your bottom lip. “I want to use this ring to promise you, that I’ll listen to you from now on, and give you permission to throw a pillow at me if it seems that I’m not listening to you,” You almost chuckled, almost. “You can reject it, but please, I realised that I don’t want to lose you, and I’m not ever going to convince you to marry me, because just being with you, living with you, is enough for me,” Your mind was starting to spin, you were starting to feel confused by your own choices, you had wanted to let him know that it would be best if he went and found someone that would give him what he wants, but now, here with his confession, you were left confused, you loved him so much, even when he didn’t listen to you, even when it felt like he just brushed off your choices like it was nothing of importance to him.

“Seokjin…” You softly say.

“I know I haven’t proven to you that I’ve listened to you, but please, think about it… please,” He says, he reaches for your hand and places the box in your hand, closing it as he closes your palm around it. “Think about it, long and hard, take your time,” You nod your head and watch him faintly smile at you. “I’ll go now, I hope you enjoy your day and evening,” You watch him slowly back away before turning around, you hear your door open and for the second time in less than a week you heard it close, you sigh and look down at the box in your hand, you lick your lips and move to your bed, staring at it.

“A promise ring?” You softly ask, sitting down on the bed, your fingers hover above it before you pull it open, your eyes slowly move over the rose gold coloured ring, the shape looking absolutely beautiful, you carefully take it from the box, only for a small piece of rolled-up paper to fall from it as you do, you put the ring down on the bed and pick up the paper, unrolling it. “I promise to love you even if you don’t want the ring,” Conflicted, that’s what you felt, you were sure that you wanted to make out with him, end things so that he can go find someone to fit into his dream, but now with this ring and his promises, which you still weren’t sure if you should believe, you had doubts in your decision, you look at the ring and pick it up, you examine it and hold it next to the piece of paper. “Jin…”

༻༺

You push the doors open to the venue you had arranged for his birthday, if he was willing to accept pushing marriage aside, you could at least give him another chance to prove that he would listen, or you could at least hope that he would listen to your needs and wants from now on, your eyes fall on him as he sat at the table, listening to everyone talk around him, his smile not reaching his eyes, and the sparkle that was usually in his eyes were also missing, you see Yoongi nudge him, and he looks towards the door, he immediately straightens before standing from the chair, he fixes his tie and moves towards you.

“Y/n…” He breathes out. “You came.”

“I uh��� I thought about it,” You say, you could see his eyes slowly filling with hope, you lift your hand to show him the ring that now decorated your opposite ring finger. “I hope you don’t mind that it’s on the opposite hand, but I’m not ready to have it on that finger,” He nods his head, his smile widening and reaching his eyes. “But, if you keep your promise—“ You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before his hand was on the side of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, his other hand takes your hand that you were holding up, his fingers interlacing with yours.

[aerg1o]

A moment in time (Jungkook short story) written by me ☆ pls tell me what you think You take in the beautiful view of the ocean before stealing a quick glance at the starry eyed boy next to you. He positions his camera and patienty waits for the perfect moment to snap a picture. Through the lens, he admires the image of the setting sun that was now reflecting upon the water. You manage to break off your gaze and look back out over the sea. “You always carry that camera around everywhere you go .. and you never stop taking pictures either.. why? Isn’t it better to, oh I don’t know, live in the present?” “Well.. here’s the thing. Living in the present is good and all, but you’ll eventually forget everything.. or at least have trouble remembering. A camera captures and preserves the precious memories you make and the feelings you experience at that given moment. Those pictures, how should I say this.. freeze a moment in time. No matter how many days or even years pass by, you can always look back at those pictures and remember how you felt when they were taken.” You nod in understanding. A comfortable silence engulfs the air as the two of you stare at the waves crashing continuously against the shore. The ocean breeze causes you to rub your hands against your arms as an attempt to keep warm. The sound of a camera shutter going off draws your attention away from the water and back towards the boy. Jungkook gives you a soft smile as he slowly lowers his camera. “I don’t want to ever forget this moment.”

[bangtangurlarmy]

More Jimin and Hoseok

I've noticed there are barely any scenarios for Jimin and the same is kinda lacking for Hoseok. But mainly Jimin. Why don't you Jimin stans request some scenarios/texts for him? Requests are open for all. :)

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BTS Bad Boy Collection ~ Part 2 ~ KN

It’s been a while TT but I’m back and technically on summer holiday until October so stay tuned. I’m slowly thinking up weird plots my dudes

Part 1~ KT Part 2 ~ KN ~ Here

You’d heard many stories of encounters with strange people, even stalkers, who persistently harassed people on their ways back home from school or work. Despite this not once did you ever think you’d be one of these victims. That was probably your first mistake if you were being honest.

It was a warm Tuesday night and despite it being only the second day of the week, you were exhausted. Recently, you found that school work was taking up majority of your life due to final exams and what was left of your time was swiftly snatched away from you by your part time job.

Walking down the surprisingly well lit street at eleven in the evening didn’t warrant any warning bells ringing in your head because, well, it was so well lit that it was almost blinding. Nothing ever happens on a brightly lit street. At least not in the horror films you found yourself watching with your best friend Hana late on a Saturday evening.

This assumption of yours was your second mistake.

Instead of quickly making your way home you decided that you could spare a decently paced walk for leisure, your earphones playing one of the newest albums from your current favourite singer at a reasonable volume. Obviously this choice of volume level wasn’t as reasonable as you assumed it to be and this was proven when you failed to notice the figures that had been tailing you for at least three blocks. By some miracle you got the urge to look behind you and noticed what seemed to be two boys slowing their pace at your sudden awareness of their presence. One turned to the other, nudging him and began a conversation about something he had suddenly displayed on his phone and the other dropped his eyes to said device.

Though it now seemed they weren’t interested in you, a burning feeling in your gut had you picking up your pace and closing your music application. You chose to keep your earphones in to give the impression that you weren’t interested in what they were doing. This way if their footsteps began to draw closer or they said something alarming, you would be able to hear it without them noticing.

You still had another several blocks to walk before you made it back to your small apartment and this unnerved you to no end. Would you be able to outrun these two boys if need be? You had no doubt in your mind that you were about to find out since the bright lampposts decorating the streets were stretching two shadows underneath your feet, two shadows that were drawing closer by the second.

Reaching the end of the street you made a sharp turn out of their sight and started a sprint which lasted all but four seconds before you collided with what seemed to be a poorly placed wall. You were sure you hadn’t ducked into a dead end so, with your heart thumping painfully in your chest, you quickly snapped your gaze up from the ground you had unceremoniously stumbled onto and were met with the surprised gaze of a young man.

“I- I’m so sorry b-but you see- could you help me!?”

Just as you sputtered out these words, heavy footsteps made you jump to your feet and both boys rounded the corner before drawing to a sudden stop. It seemed the sight of the man who was now placing his arm around your shoulders had made them reevaluate their actions as their eyes suddenly widened.

Your eyes too widened at the sudden arm placed on you and the smooth voice that slipped out from between his lips.

“Hey, you took a while. Come on I’ll walk you the rest of the way home.” He squeezed your shoulder and shot a pointed look at the boys before directing his next words at them.

“Is there a problem? What do you want?” Chills ran down your spine at the cold words and one of the boys stumbled upon his words to give an answer.

“Namj-! N-No. No there isn’t. Sorry, thought we knew your girl...”

They proceeded to cross the street throwing a quick glance over their shoulders to watch you and the stranger before disappearing down another street.

Releasing a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, you crouched down and wrapped your arms around your legs, pressing your face into your knees to hide the hot tears that were slowly leaking from your eyes.

“H-hey! Are you alright? It’s okay they’re gone now.”

You simply nodded, face still hidden and released a small sniffle.

“I just... I genuinely didn’t think I’d make it home let alone have someone save me.”

He made no sound and instead placed his hands on your arms, gently pulling you up from your feeble position on the ground and pressing you against his chest.

You stood there for a minute or so crying into the chest of a stranger who potentially saved your life.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home...”

Normally such an offer from a stranger would have had you decline but you were so shaken up from this particular incident that you simply nodded meekly.

He asked for simple directions and then began guiding you down the street upon receiving your answer. You had mostly calmed down within five minutes of walking and so stole fleeting glances at the young man. His lips were pressed into a straight line and you took notice of his eyes that were trained ahead. If you were going to be a hundred percent honest there wasn’t anything particularly unique about them but you, strangely enough, were still drawn to them.

‘Beautiful...’

Your eyes widened once again though this time at your own thoughts and you felt yourself get flustered. He looked back down at you and let a sympathetic smile dance on his lips, revealing dimples.

“You okay now? You wanna talk to get your mind off it?”

You found yourself nodding silently for the umpteenth time that evening and he broke into a grin.

“So... are you a student? Why’re you out this late?”

You contemplated lying to him but then remembered that he was your saviour and the least you could do was tell the truth. Not much harm could come from your choice.

“Yeah, I’m a first year in university but I have a part time job which is why I’m out this late. Honestly, I finished early. I’m usually on my way home at one in the morning.”

If he was surprised he didn’t show it physically and instead opted to looking ahead of you both.

“Is that so? That doesn’t sound very safe. I know I’m a total stranger so you really don’t have to listen to me but you should consider changing jobs. Finishing that late and being a university student on top of that doesn’t sound very healthy let alone safe... how much sleep do you get on weekdays if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Uh, maybe around four hours?” You didn’t sound so sure of yourself due to the fact that you sometimes didn’t sleep at all. Insomnia was a frequent ever since you started your, admittedly, crap job. The pay was decent but your boss was unrelenting which had pushed you to write the resignation letter that sat on your desk at home. Maybe now was the right time to hand it in?

“Four hours? That sucks. Isn’t that around the same amount new mothers get? Then again I wouldn’t know...”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past your lips and the man cracked a small smile at the sound.

“Ah, you smiled... feeling a bit better?”

You let your own smile grow and looked up at him, a sincere look of gratitude displayed on your face.

“Yeah... thank you.”

Before you knew it you both rounded the corner of your street, your idle chatter making your journey seem much shorter than usual.

“Ah, I’m home...”

Your words almost went unheard with the lack of volume you projected them with but the man seemed to have been waiting for you to say something as his attention was now focused solely on you.

“Thank you again. For everything. I want to repay you but I’m not sure how...”

As you let your mind wander to the several possibilities you had of repaying the kind man, he tapped you on your shoulder to regain your attention.

“Listen, you don’t have to worry about it but if you really can’t let me go without some sort of repayment how about you get me a coffee some day?”

A cheeky grin made its way onto his face and his dimples resurfaced. Such a joyous expression drew a grin upon your own lips and you nodded eagerly.

“Here let me give you my number and you can call me whenever. And don’t hesitate to call me if you need someone to walk you home. I live pretty near and wouldn’t want you running into trouble again.”

You grimaced at the fresh memory of your almost disastrous encounter with the two boys and a flood of relief entered your body at his proposal.

“If it’s not much trouble...”

You handed him your phone and he quickly punched in his number before handing it back to you and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Thank you.”

He released a raspy yet smooth chuckle at your gratitude.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me. I couldn’t let someone as cute as you run into any trouble.”

You felt a blush rapidly spread across your face at his words and you looked down at your feet.

A sudden ringing sounded from his pocket and he dug around it, pulling out his own phone. A quick scan of the caller ID had him looking back at you with a sweet smile.

“I gotta take this... I’ll see you around though?”

He waved at you before answering his phone and making his way down the street once again albeit on his own this time.

“Ah.... I forgot to ask for his name.”

Unlocking your own phone you searched for the newly input contact, desperate to find the name tied to this handsome man. You smiled once again at the sight of the letters ‘KN’ along with the arm flexing emoji and the superhero emoji.

-

Needless to say, the next few weeks you found yourself being accompanied by none other than ‘KN’. Your conversations were always brief and you found yourself failing to ask him for his real name. Most of the time it was due to your own forgetfulness but other times you found yourself to nervous the get the words out. It was inexplainable why you felt the need to keep your curiosity to yourself but you believed that perhaps it had something to do with the somewhat intimidating and confident air he always radiated.

However, on this particular day you had set yourself a goal.

‘Work up your courage and ask him for his name already!’

You stared into the mirror hanging within the staff bathroom and gave yourself a curt nod. He was waiting outside for you just as he had been the past three weeks. You were surprised he was this dedicated to making sure you got home safe but at the same time you were incredibly grateful for his companionship.

Quickly bidding your boss a farewell, you hurried across the street where he was patiently waiting and offered him a gentle smile, one he returned dimpled.

“Good day at work?”

Your short journey began and you let out an almost inaudible huff.

“Same old. I’m looking into new jobs though. Ones that pay better and have a reasonable contract.”

You’d rather have a job waiting for you before you left the disaster you called your current one.

“Is that so? Well, if you want I can recommend you to a really popular café in central?”

“Really? Wait- don’t tell me you’re talking about the really pretty one next to the shopping centre? The one where they film dramas all the time?”

Grinning at your knowledge of said café, he pulled out his phone and began searching through his photos.

“Yep, that’s the one. The owner is actually my mothers college friend.”

He seemed to find what he was looking for and presented you with a photo of himself with a middle aged woman, seated inside the café of your discussion.

“No way, that’s amazing! Could you really do that for me?”

Placing his phone back into his jacket pocket, you both then turned the corner of street leading to your apartment and he let out a low hum.

“Of course. I’ll recommend you to her and let you know what she says.”

Stopping before your house, you grabbed one of his hands and clasped it between your own, your eyes shining in admiration for your saviour.

“Thank you so much! You’re like my guardian angel, always there when I need help.”

His free hand reached out to pat you on the head affectionately and you beamed up at him.

“Hey, it’s a bit a-awkward to ask this now but what’s your na-“

“Hey! I knew you’d forget about our hangout session! Come on Y/N it’s a Saturday what are y-!”

Hana emerged from your home and quickly cut herself off at the sight of you both.

“Oh- I’m sorry! You must’ve been waiting a while huh...”

She gave your companion a once over and her eyes widened slightly.

“Yeah... but I let myself in with the spare key you gave me... um, how long are you gonna take?”

It was then you realized you were still clutching his hand and you immediately dropped it whilst he removed his own from your head.

“I’m coming in now.”

Giving him one last grin, you waved and began walking backwards towards your home.

“Thanks again! I’ll see you soon?”

He met your grin with one of his own and shot you a thumbs up.

“Definitely. Good night.”

After entering your home, you made your way to your living room only to find Hana sitting cross legged with a bowl of popcorn sitting on her lap, staring at the paused screen of the movie you had agreed to watch tonight.

“Sorry about that Hana.”

She turned towards you with a raised eyebrow, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Hey why didn’t you tell me the guy was Kim Namjoon?”

The confusion must have been painfully clear on your face.

“Huh? Who’s Kim Namjoon?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been walking home with the notorious leader of a gang and you didn’t even know. Because honestly I’m gonna have to start questioning whether your body is running without a brain if you didn’t.”

“Hana, what are you talking about? How would you even know it’s him, what are you part of a gang now?”

Your joke flew over her head and she narrowed her eyes at you.

“I went to school with him back when I was a teen. We were in the same class and everything, there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize him.”

You felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over you at the information Hana was spouting.

“That guy was trouble, always fighting people.  Somehow he was never suspended though. Then again it’s not like he went out of his way to be a bad person... I heard he’s really only known for how good he is at fighting though.”

Your feet began moving on their own accord and you sunk into the sofa, staring blankly ahead with your mouth agape.

“So I’ve been escorted home by a gang leader and I didn’t even realise?”

You soon came to the conclusion that your naivety had reached a whole new level.

-

You had been avoiding Namjoon for the two weeks that had followed your enlightenment. Fear had planted a seed in the pit of your stomach and it was slowly growing. He had sent you messages multiple times throughout the span of several days, asking where you were and why you were avoiding him.

You had, with shaking fingers, replied that you were granted sick leave and were not feeling one hundred percent though even that sounded unlikely within your own mind. Not many took two weeks off for a simple flu. He didn’t seem to believe your words but didn’t press any further.

It was somewhat irrational that you were treating a man, who was kind enough to walk you home at ridiculous times in the morning and offer to help you get a job, this poorly. Despite his kind deeds, it was hard to ignore who he was though you weren’t sure what him being a leader of a gang entailed.

For all you knew they could be a good gang.

Who were you kidding, did good gangs even exist?

Hana did mention that he didn’t really do anything bad though... did that mean he wasn’t dangerous?

“That can’t be true! He’s known for fighting...”

You folded your work uniform and placed it into your locker, grabbing your bag and making your way towards your boss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sir.”

He nodded in acknowledgment and you set out for your walk home only to stop dead in your tracks when you noticed two figures standing across the street, watching you.

Since they were standing underneath a street lamp it wasn’t hard for you to realise they were the same boys from a month or so back. Your heart begun thumping painfully in your chest and your face drained of colour.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to call Namjoon and beg for his help since you had been pretty mean to him. Then again he had mentioned for you to do just that.

Swallowing the saliva that accumulated in your mouth you took a step forward, legs shaking. One of the boys nudged the other and they began crossing the road, eyes set on you. You felt light headed, the fear from that fateful day returning tenfold.

“Hey, we’ve been waiting ageees for you. You really work hard huh.” They snickered, reason remaining unknown to you.

Now taking several steps back, you kept your eyes trained on them, waiting for any sudden movements that would alert you to make a mad dash down the empty street.

“Where’re you going? We just wanna talk.”

A nasty grin made itself present on the first boys face whilst the second one narrowed his eyes at you, caution clear in them. You weren’t so sure what the safest way out of this situation was. You were sure even if you did take them by surprise and start running, they’d catch up to you in no time, that much was proven last time.

Still, you weren’t about to stand there and do nothing. So instead, you began taking more steps back, hoping to near the corner of the street in time to dash into a twenty four hour shop stationed nearby.

They seemed to grasp what you were planning and the first boys hand shot out to make a grab for you.

“Stop!”

The volume you used seemed to shock him and his arm paused in mid air, the other boys head frantically whipping around to see if anyone had heard your shout. You had a feeling that the only person who could have possibly heard would be your manager but knowing him he probably could care less.

“The fuck you shouting for? Just keep quiet, we ain’t gonna hurt you.”

You begged to differ.

“I-“

Suddenly a hand gripped your forearm and you were pulled behind a larger body.

“The fuck you want with her? I thought last time I made it clear to stay away?”

Lo and behold, Namjoon had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and saved your skin yet again. The immense relief that flooded you had made you feel light headed and in a poor attempt to keep yourself from collapsing, you clutched the back of his jumper and rested your forehead on his back. All previous fear for Namjoon had dispersed and all you could comprehend was the adoration you held for him.

“You brats are really starting to get on my nerves. Do you want to get on my bad side ‘cause I’m this close to losing it with you.”

You couldn’t see the expressions on either of their faces but the shift in the atmosphere was enough to tell you that the tables had turned, fear instilled into them.

“We had the wrong person, I swear! We didn’t mean to scare her!”

You released a shaky breath and Namjoon seemed to tense at the uneasiness that resided within it, his tone growing somewhat darker.

“You have five seconds to get outta my sight, after that I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

The sound of footsteps hastily making an exit reached your ears and Namjoon turned around, your hands reluctantly releasing him.

“You’re okay, don’t worry. I swear I won’t let anyone hurt you...”

You could only blink up at him, your eyes burning with unshed tears. He offered you a sad smile to which you returned.

“I’m sorry... I was ungrateful and avoided you even though you took time out of your days to make me feel safe. To be honest, when Hana told me who you were I was scared of you...”

A sigh escaped him and he brought you into his arms for a simple hug.

“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you ever.”

You could have crumbled at the sincerity of his words if you hadn’t been overwhelmed with awe.

“I know that now. Sorry for being a brat.”

You chuckled simultaneously and he dropped his arms, motioning in the direction of your home with his head, patiently waiting for your response.

“Ready?”

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 11

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student 

Side Pairs: main x taehyung, main x (nct) jaehyun Warning: • Alcohol consumption

PART 10

It had been a whole hour of just you and Kayla sitting in the waiting room. About 15 after Heejin’s group was called back, a company rep came to talk to Jinsoul, taking her to the back again for God knows what, leaving you two up to nothing but waiting.

“I wonder what’s going on back there,” Kayla muttered, making you look up from your phone.

 “Well,” you started. “Everyone else from their groups left, isn’t this a good sign?”

Sighing, she leaned back in her chair. “I hope.”

Soon enough, time had passed and they both came back out with a black folder, multiple papers inside. They made it. They actually made it.

You guys kept your cool while everyone collected their items to go but the second you stepped outside, you all screamed and hugged each other in excitement. To celebrate, you offered to take everyone out for lunch on you before catching a cab and heading to the nearest A Twosome Place.

The entire lunch you guys couldn’t stop talking loudly amongst yourselves and laughing. The overall mood was very joyful and you were so proud of both Heejin and Jinsoul. 

After a while, you guys headed out to shop for the party and before you all knew it, the day was getting late and it was time to get ready. Jinsoul invited you guys back to her place to wash up and change.

Entering her bedroom, Heejin couldn’t help but to make a comment. “Wow, so you guys are both rich.”

Jinsoul chuckled at her, raising her eyebrows. “What?”

“It’s nothing,” you waved it off, shaking your head.

“I had no idea you guys were neighbors,” Kayla stated, taking her purse off. 

Jinsoul also started to take off her purse as she replied. “Yeah, it’s actually how we met.” She paused, genuinely smiling but pouting at you as if she missed you. Which, you did too, you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss having her chaotic ass around.

Suddenly, you heard Heejin gasp as she picked up something on Jinsoul’s vanity. “You have Gucci’s Bloom?”

“Yes, you can spray some on tonight,” she replied, walking into her bathroom and plugging up her flat iron. “You guys, start getting ready, we’re already running late.”

“You’re right, come on you guys,” you agreed. You all then started changing and rushing around the room to borrow things from each other. 

~~

“Let me use the damn mirror, you’ve been staring at yourself for hours, y/n,” Kayla jokingly complained as she shoved you out of the way. 

“Sorry I don’t want to look ugly, ma'am!”

“Impossible!” you heard Jinsoul yell from her closet, making you giggle.

Heejin stood from Jinsoul’s bean bag, trying to get in view of the mirror as well. “You were hogging it earlier too, Kayla, can I get a chance?”

You laughed, agreeing with Heejin, as it was true. This made Kayla roll her eyes. “Whatever,” she mumbled. 

Jinsoul’s closet light turned off, followed by her walking out. “Ladies, we all look gorgeous, let’s not fight. You know what pretty people do when they look pretty? They take pictures! Everybody say ‘Cheese!’” 

She pulled out her camera and you all took group selfies and pictures of each other. When that was over, you guys finally headed to the party. 

~

Upon arriving to the place, the door was wide open, allowing anyone to walk into the dimly lit dimension. The home was huge and in an area where each house had a good amount of space between each other. It was very modern and chic with plush furniture and expensive art pieces throughout the living room. 

You weren’t going to lie, you missed going to parties, especially back at home. You had been working hard all school year, maybe this was your chance to finally let loose. Seeing all of the people surrounding you at that moment, you found that it wasn’t going to be hard to. 

“Hey, you guys finally made it!”

You turned your head to the distant sound as you saw Johnny approaching you all, pushing his way through the crowd. Not too soon later, he was standing right in front of the group and gave you all quick hugs. 

“Your house is beautiful,” Heejin said in awe.

Johnny shook his head, quickly dismissing this. “It’s not mine, it’s my uncle’s. He and his wife took a trip abroad for the holiday’s. It’s mine tonight though! Ha ha.”

“Yeah, well either way it’s gorgeous,” you added. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he jokingly flirted, making you all chuckle lightly. “Y/n, I’m honestly surprised to see you here,” he noted. “So glad you could make it out tonight.”

“Yeah, well tonight’s kind of a celebration,” you yelled over the music, smiling at both Heejin and Jinsoul.

“Damn right it is!” Johnny exclaimed. “With Winter break right around the corner? What’s a better way to get pumped up? This is just a preview of what’s to come.” You all laughed as he waved his hand, beginning to move. “Follow me.”

You all followed him into what appeared to be the kitchen area. Chips, dips, drinks and snacks were all set up in a nicely, organized fashion. Not to mention the multiple rows of shots that were pre-lined up for anyone to take. You looked at the guy standing next to the table, whom appeared to be in charge of re-filling new cups with a shot each time someone took one. 

Johnny saw you looking at the glasses, causing him to smirk. “Ladies,” he started. “Who wants to be the first to kick it off?”

Without even a doubt, you were quick to take a shot and down it, the hard liquor only hitting your throat for a split second, not making it too bad. “Damn, no lime?” you complained.

Johnny started to laugh hysterically, patting your back gently. “Woooww, I knew you had it in you, y/n. Don’t be shy, take another. All of you!”

The other girls smiled as they shrugged and did as told, Johnny picking one up as well. “Okay you guys. To Winter Break!” he said.

“To Winter Break!”

You all cheered then threw your head backs, drinking up every drop in the small glasses.

“That was gross!” Heejin exclaimed, wheezing.

“Aw, come on, it’s all apart of the fun,” Jinsoul remarked.

Johnny quickly pointed at her, agreeing. “See, that’s the spirit.” He giggled before dismissing myself. “Well, if you ladies don’t mind, I have a party to host. I will catch up with you all in a bit!” And just like that, he walked off to greet more people. 

Jinsoul turned to us as soon as Johnny left, her face dead straight. “Well, I’m going, too. I’ll be back.”

“Going where?” Heejin asked.

Jinsoul slightly rolled her eyes. “I didn’t come here to have fun, I came to figure something out.” The thought of whatever was going on in her mind looked like it was stressing her. Stressing her enough to make her pick up another shot glass and drink it. She smacked the glass back down on the counter and looked you all in the eyes sternly. “Like I said, I’ll be back.” She then turned on her heels and was quickly lost in the crowd.

“I wonder what that’s about,” you stated, worried about your friend. 

Kayla huffed, randomly rolling her eyes. “Whatever. I just wish there was some weed here, I’m not much of a drinker.”

This made Heejin’s eyes widen, as she looked around, hoping that no one else heard that. “Weed, Kayla? Are you out of your mind?”

Kayla looked at her absurdly, just as you noticed a guy sitting on the couch, watching you from afar. 

He was cute and you had noticed him from somewhere but you weren’t sure exactly where. School, duh, but you wanted to know his name. You knew you knew it, it just wasn’t coming to you at the moment. 

Suddenly, the boy blushed, noticing that you too were now staring. You didn’t know why, but you could barely pull yourself to take your eyes off of him now that he had your attention. 

“I think sometimes you forget I’m from America. It’s normal there, sweetie. Tell her, y/n.”

You shook your head, taking her side even though you were still distracted by the cute guy. “I mean, it’s true,” you said. “It is.” 

Kayla’s eyes widened, a smile growing on her face as she seemed to remember something. “Wait! Isn’t Minjun here? I could have sworn I seen it on his Snap.”

“Minjun?!” Heejin screeched. “What do you want from Minjun?”

Lee Minjun. A trainee from Starship that attends SOPA but on the low, somehow always has something illegal that he sells to students as a side hustle. You always worried for him in the back of your mind because you knew how crucial Korean laws were and that if he wanted to be an idol, his dreams would be over in an instant if he were to ever get caught. But would could you do about it? You hardly knew the guy aside from having mutual friends. He did what he had to do to pay his trainee debts and for that, you couldn’t judge.

“He’s my plug. Come on, I know he has some.”

Heejin looked beyond puzzled, almost kind of mad at this point. “HE’S YOUR WHAT? You do that shit? God, It’s like I don’t even know who you are...”

You and Kayla laughed at her ridiculesness. She was such a goody two shoes, it was actually quite cute. “You are so dramatic, darling. Let’s go, you’ll love it.” She started to pull Heejin before asking if you wanted to come, to which you denied. You, instead, wanted to go speak with the cute boy whom was still staring at you on the couch.

They walked away, looking for Minjun as you grabbed a red solo cup full of a red punch alcohol mix before heading over to the couch. As you approached him, the guys demeanor didn’t change at all. He was very cool.

“It’s about time you came over,” he said to you, grinning.

You took a spot next to him, tilting your head. “Your eyes were burning holes through my head, had to come see what the fuss was, sir.”

His eyebrow arched as he stifled out a cackle. “I must say, I like the formalites.”

“I use them often with strangers,” you replied, swiftly taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol was strong but at that time, it didn’t bother you. Your goal was to at least get tipsy.

The boy next to you sucked in a breath. “Ooh,” he started. “‘Strangers’, that hurt.” He jokingly placed his hand on his chest as you laughed.

He was so attractive. From the clear skin, to the dimples, to the deep voice. You’d be foolish to not find this man hot. “Well, do we know each other?” you asked.

He softly shrugged. “I suppose not... But I’m Jaehyun.”

It finally hit you. All he needed was to say his name for you to finally recognize him. Your mouth partially dropped when you noticed who you were speaking to. The Jaehyun. He was legitimately almost everyone’s crush at school, for sure one of the names you heard someone speak about almost everyday. Now you were wondering why he was sitting on the couch all alone. The two times you recall seeing him around, he was always with a crowd of people. Maybe it was for no reason that he was alone, but still, it shocked you. This information made you take another sip as you started to feel a slight buzz.

“Wow,” was all you could say.

He smiled awkwardly, brushing his hand through his hair. “I, uhm...”

“Well.” You took one more sip, looking away quickly, trying to return to your cool self. “Well... I’m y/n. I’m somewhat new to this area, ha to this country, I should say--”

“I know,” he cut you off. “Everyone knows you. You know you’re popular right?”

You’ve always been popular. Not so much because you were, like, funny or anything but because you were pretty. You knew it, it was nothing to be ashamed of. In a way. However, you were not fully, fully aware that you were popular at your new school. But now that he said it, you realized that scenario would make a lot of sense. Most of your main friends were popular and with that Taehyung rumor getting spread... Yeah, you were dumb not to realize it sooner.

You coughed, thinking to change the subject. You did not want to face that fact right now. “S-s-so you’re like... Aren’t you Johnny’s bandmate?”

He laughed, recognizing that you were nervous. “Yeah, I am.” He looked at you closely, gracefully lifting his arm to gently push a strand of hair that was in your eye out the way, tucking it behind you ear. He then took a swig of the drink that was in his left hand as you couldn't help but to blush, also following up with another sip.

After talking to Jaehyun for a while, he decided to take you around the house, introducing you to some of his other friends. He was seriously the most chill and interesting guy you had yet to hang out with there. 

Also you guys were drinking. Like a lot. After an hour of shots and alcohol, there was no denying that you were both tipsy at this point. Most of you guys were but you were still managing to have fun.

You were sitting on Jaehyun’s lap as Mingyu, one of Jaehyun’s friends, spoke up as you were all sat in a circle on the corner floor, playing Uno, to declare a new game he wanted to play. “Guys listen up!” he shouted at the group. “It’s a bit of a cliche but why don’t we play Spin the Bottle?”

Everyone laughed, looking around at each other. You, for whatever reason, couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe it was the drinks, but you found everything to be more funny than it was those past two hours. 

“What?” Eunah, another SOPA student, grumbled. “What’s this moron talking about?” She shook her head, taking a smoke out of her vape pen.

“Hear me out,” Mingyu started, defending himself. 

You laughed even harder, almost falling out of Jaehyun’s lap. To your luck, he smoothly caught you, still looking at Mingyu. “Yah,” he said. “Why play that when I can just do this?” Turning to you, he placed his hand on the back of your hair and placed his lips on yours. For a moment, you stopped laughing, your eyes widening as the friends around you gasped. Some, even boosting it on and chanting out “KISS, KISS, KISS!” Once again, you started to laugh.

But soon after, Jaehyun deepened the kiss, gripping onto your hair even tighter, making you abruptly gain a fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach. You started to kiss him back, more seriously this time. When people around you guys that weren’t even playing the game with your group started to pull out their phones to record, Jaehyun stopped and turned to his friends. “Please excuse us,” he said to them, standing and taking your hand in his. You didn’t even have to think twice about what was about to happen, you just knew you wanted to do whatever he was thinking so you quickly stood up as he lead you guys upstairs, leaving everyone downstairs shook and curious.

The second you guys found an empty hall, Jaehyun took you by your waist, pushing you against a wall to resume kissing again for a few seconds before deciding to take it to a bedroom instead, opening the nearest door.

Unfortunately though, it seemed another couple had beat you guys to the punch already. When you both saw this, you two quickly apologized to the pair although they seemed too busy making out to notice. Jaehyun looked at you and you both started to giggle at the scenario taking place. 

You guys moved on to find another room to get back to what you were doing when out of the blue, you were stopped by a fuming Jinsoul brushing past you. Now you were utterly confused. 

“You lying piece of shit!” she screeched, storming over to the bed. This one definitely caught the pairs attention this time and it was only then that you realized the man on the bed. 

It was Jacob. Fucking Jacob.

Jinsoul proceeded to cussing him out and she was not holding back. You couldn’t blame her. And you were still at an intermediate level with Korean so her temper mixed with her fast talking meant you could barely understand anything. But with the few words you were able to recognize, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was mad. Big mad. 

“Whoa,” Jaehyun spoke up, his jaw hanging, yours as well. You may have been drunk and clinging onto the closest wall to support yourself from falling but you was a hundred percent aware of how serious the situation was. 

“Baby, please,” Jacob begged, trying to put his shirt back on.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, asshole! This is the shit you do when I trust you for five seconds?”

The girl that he was totally about to dick down rapidly put her clothes back on and ran past Jinsoul, exiting the room. “Yeah, you better leave, you slut!” She turned back to Jacob and marched over to him, raising her hand and then suddenly slapped in him in the face. 

He held the red mark she freshly created as she yelled at him even more. “ ‘I have practice,’ ‘I can't make it, babe,’ ‘I don’t feel good,’ ‘I’m sick’. Well, you know what? I’m sick too, sick of your lying ass! You really thought I wasn’t going to find out? You’re not very good at covering your traces--just F.Y.I.”

The yelling on top of the pounding  music and you drinking was beginning to be a bit too much. You almost fell, your grip on the wall becoming weaker and weaker. Jaehyun saw this and caught you as Jinsoul continued to scream at Jacob in the background. 

“Hey, you okay?” Jaehyun asked you.

You nodded your head slowly. “Yeah, I just--” Almost tumbling again, you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth, your eyelids getting heavier by the second. He lifted you up even more, trying to keep you from hurting yourself. 

“Maybe you should sit down,” he suggested. 

“N-no, no, I’m fine,” you uttered, trying to convince him and yourself that you were stable. 

“Y/n!”

With the rest of the energy you had left in your body, you looked to your left, spotting your friend rushing over to you. You thought maybe it was your mind playing games on you because no way he was here right now.

“Jimin? What the hell?” you whispered to yourself. Didn’t he say he had a fan sign event to be at this weekend so he’d be out of town?

“I’ve been looking for you. Are you alright?”

“I think she’s, uh... had too much to drink,” Jaehyun told him.

Jimin turned, looking at Jaehyun irritably. “What, and you let her get like this?”

“Are you serious?” Jaehyun barked back. “We were all drinking, Einstein, it’s a goddamn party! Nobody here is sober.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling tired. “Guys, I’m fine stop arguing.”

“You’re not fine, you’re a mess,” Jimin yelled at you. “We’re leaving.”

“Really, I am fine, I am!”

Except you weren’t. Because before you knew it, your eyes completely closed as you fell to the ground, immediately drifting off into a slumber. 

A/N: Whew hey guys I’m sorry I took so long again lol life caught up with me! But alas! All of this drama!! See how this follows up next chapter <3

PART 12

[scoups-ofsuga]

Mark My Words || MYG

Here’s a kinda soft kinda not fic ??? Its nothing new, here’s a mediocre fic of secret relationship stuff, yeah and you visiting Suga and stuff

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… Don't expect too steamy stuff haha im too innocent for that.

“Sounds good SUGA, keep working on it” your boss says to the newly bleached boy on his spinny chair, “and when can I expect the final demo?”

Suga smacks his lips and scrunches his eyes,

“Uhhhhh give me 2 more weeks and it’ll be done”

“That’s great” your boss stretches out a hand and Suga politely stands and shakes his hands,

“It’s a pleasure working with you producer Suga”

“The pleasure is mine” he politely smiles, “ah are you busy by any chance ?” Sugas asks as before you and your boss were about to leave his studio,

“Ah, quite I’am” he looks at his watch, “ Is there something wrong?” Your boss’ voice tenses, worried for whatever what suga may want.

“Ah nothing much I just wanted to discuss some things, if you don’t mind”

“Ah, well— have my secretary and I’ll have her lay it over me” your boss’ voice lifts up gently nudges you and closes the door shut to your face, making you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose.

Suddenly hands snakes around your waist and pulls you down,

“Ah!! Yoongi! What if someone sees us !?” You try to push his arms away,

“The staff of my company know who you are anyway” he nuzzles his nose on the small of your shoulder and neck,

“B-But what if my boss comes back ?” You slightly blush,

“The door is locked dont worry, and he said I can have you” his embrace tightens,

“Yoongi! I'm being serious! Let go o-“

“Just five minuntes” you stop struggling,

“Just, let’s stay like this for five whole minutes, please” he says it with the softest and lowest voice you think you’ve heard, with a hint of tiredness and the smell of coffee evident with his breath. You slowly settle yourself and let yourself be spooned by him, holding his hands within yours.

“You tired ?” You ask and he responds by nodding against your hair; which you did your best to tie up nicely but now all rustled and undone.

“You look so nice today” he mumbled “and why are you so close with that other dude, you kept talking to him while your boss was listening to the demo”

“Oh, him? He is a new trainee in our company, he wanted to meet the ‘genius’ of BTS so he tagged along”

“He was too close” he whispers in your ear which sends shivers down your spine. “Don’t let any brat get close to you” you roll your eyes, his lips hover just slightly against you neck, “and what’s with your updo today ? And what you’re wearing ?”

“Um, excuse me ?? I worked hard on my hair today! And this off shoulder is si cute ” You almost pout

“It’s too revea—“ you couldn't hear what he mumbled but then feel a slight pain on the bottom of your nape,

“HEY !! What are you doing!!!???” You stand up and rub your neck and you see him with a cheeky and playful smile on his lips,

“Put your hair down for the rest of the day, okay ?” He turns to his monitor and starts to play type

“WHAT DID YOU DO !??” You take out your phone and take a picture of the back of your neck and see a very red-

“MIN YOONGI !!!! You marked me !???” You shouted but the room is soundproof so no one would still hear you. Yoongi just laughs evilly as you violently shake him

“TODAY IS SO HOT !!!”

“Well, too bad” he shruggs, you silently pout and hastily picked up your stuff, until you had an idea,

“Hey! Im going out now”

“Ah, okay see you later”

“I want a hug” you say cutely and you know Yoongi could resist that, he stood from his chair and went up to hug you.

Resting your chin on his shoulder and hugging him. He pats your head and whispers a sorry but then,

“Hey,, Wh-YONA ?? WHAT !!?” You let go of him and run to the door and stick out your tongue,

“Dont forget to not where crew cut shirts, okay ? Bye love ~” you wave a good-bye and made your exit.

Suga looks at the mirror and see a fresh new—

“SHE MARKED ME !!??” He stands stunned and seemingly more stressed than earlier but a grin stretched across his face.

“Hehehe, JUST WAIT TILL I GET HOME !”

[kpopimaginethat]

You Knew: J-Hope song drabble

Title: You Knew

Boy: J-Hope (BTS)

Song: Haunted by Taylor Swift

Summary: Hobi had been seeing you, Namjoon’s younger sister, in secret for a while now. Unfortunately, what happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour.

You knew that you and Hobi were never going to last. Honestly, you didn’t even know if there was a you and Hobi. You knew that if he was on tour, you would get late night texts saying how much he missed you. You knew that he liked to skype when he was lonely. You knew that he didn’t tell his bandmates about you guys. You knew a lot of things, but you didn’t know if you were anything more than a person to listen to him when nobody else is around.

You knew that you were his little kept secret. You knew that he would never tell Namjoon that you guys have been hooking up behind his back for the past two years. You knew that if Namjoon, your big brother, ever found out that anything was going on, he would send J-Hope to the hospital, bandmates or not.

You knew that Hobi had a habit of promising things he couldn’t keep. He promised he would tell Namjoon that you were more to him than his bandmates little sister. He promised he would be there for your birthday, even if he had to travel the world. He promised that the girl from the photos didn’t mean anything, and that he wished it was you. He promised so many things, but his word really didn’t mean anything anymore.

You knew when you saw them together in the magazines that she wasn’t just a girl he happened to hook up with. You knew that he liked her. You knew that he was just saying all these sweet things to you because he didn’t want you to get mad and tell Namjoon he had taken your virginity last spring. You knew he was slowly backing away so you would break up with him first. So you did.  You called him up one day and just said it. You didn’t yell or scream, although you really wanted to. You told him that you wouldn’t be taken advantage of anymore. You told him that you were happy he had found someone that could handle his lifestyle, and that he felt like he could talk to. You tried your hardest to make it seem like you weren’t hurting so bad your heart felt like it was set on fire. You knew it would make him feel less guilty if you did.

Hobi, like you, knew a lot of things.

He knew that hurting you had been the worst mistake of his life. He knew that he had to keep up appearances so management would get off his back. He knew he had to let you go now before things got even more complicated.

He knew that if Namjoon had ever found out half the things he has done to you, he could kiss dancing with two working legs goodbye. He knew that despite being a beloved member of the group, the boys would choose Namjoon’s side. He knew that he took his crush too far. He knew that despite being in love with you ever since you told him his band sucked, you were better off without him.

He knew going out with that girl would cause you to get angry with him. He knew that going out a second and third time would make you hate him. But he also knew that hearing that phone call and you softly telling him you understand why he would choose her hurt more than any punch Namjoon could give him.

He knew all of this, but he still didn’t know why he let you go.

[strawberryjmilk]

a type of stardust | kim namjoon

word count: 1490

warning: this entire thing is angst. self-confidence issues and self-doubt are the entire basis. there is an ending that can be interpreted as s*icide, so please be aware if that’s harmful for you. this doesn’t read as an actual reader x namjoon imagine. the “oc” goes by aphrodite, but you can ignore that if you’d like!  as always, i do not view namjoon in this way!

namjoon’s point of view

MAYBE HAPPINESS WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE MINE, JUST AS YOU WEREN’T.

we went to a museum, the one near my house. it was weird — all of us being together. we smiled and joked and acted like we were happy. maybe they were actually happy, and i was the one pretending. i was with her, my sister. she was pretty — she sparkled in any way she could. we were looking at the dresses; ones we could never imagine having to wear every day. we were reading the plaque — really, i just wanted to keep my mind busy. and then he appeared. he was taking pictures of the things he found interesting — pictures were allowed as long as there was no flash. and he turned towards us. and he looked like he'd seen an angel. in the corner of my eye, i could see him raise his camera up slowly. that's when my sister and i laughed — i made sure my smile was pretty because he was watching. but then i noticed — his camera was only pointed at her. — i saw him again, at the café, he was humming, dimples peeking out of his cheeks as he sipped on his hot chocolate. that was cute — i thought he was cute. and then i remembered the aching truth — he'd never looked at me in the first place. it was her — it was always her. the tea that settled on my tongue turned cold and bitter and i could feel the muffin i had climbing up my throat. i had to leave, but i noticed his eyes had widened as i passed him. i know, i don't like looking at me, either. — i hated being jealous of her. i hated being jealous of both of them. because they were my sisters — they held me through bad days and brushed my hair and made sure i was healthy. but this pain — this pain was their fault. and i hated that i blamed them. because i adored them — truly, i do. but, it hurts so much. because this has happened before. i meet a cute boy, and he seems interested. until his eyes shift and he glances at one of them. and it's like i never existed in the first place. do i want to exist? — "ro," her voice is soft. soft and quiet and alluring and soothing. we always joke that the others can't hear us because we're both soft spoken. except she sounds like a pretty, twinkling fairy and i sound like a goblin who's been living under a bridge. "are you sure you're alright? you seem quieter. you're eating well, aren't you?" she's concerned and it makes the guilt flare up again. i'm jealous because you're everything i've ever wanted to be. and everyone listens to you so easily. and they help you — they make sure you're okay. but i'm not okay. and they never ask. "yeah, i'm fine. just a small headache." she believed me. they always believe me. — "hey," his voice was smooth. it was almost raspy, a musical cello that swam through my ears and into my brainwave. how could he say one word and i'm already so helpless? "hello," i spoke quietly. i hope i mimicked my sister's voice well — i hope i sounded pretty to him. "i think i saw you at the museum," he smiled. he had a very nice smile — the type of smile that could warm you up on cold days. "unless that was someone else?" "i think i remember," of course i remember. i'm very familiar with my heart splitting in two. "i'm namjoon," he introduced. i liked his name and how sweetly he smiled after he said it. "aphrodite," i hummed. "you can call me ro, though." that's what i always said. because i hated my name. i was cursed — how could i be named after the goddess of love when that emotion was entirely absent from me? "how pretty," he smiled again. i thought maybe he'd been looking at his reflection. — "ro," his voice crackled through the phone. why did i think it was a good idea to give him my number? now, he wouldn't stop calling. and that made it a lot harder to forget him. i swear i was trying to forget him. "who was that girl? the one from the museum? and the cafe — she was there, too." dread filled me up, icy hands curling around my throat. i already felt sick. "that's my sister," i hoped i sounded cheerful. because i adore her, truly i do. but i already knew what he was going to say next. "...she's really pretty." i wanted to cry. "she has a boyfriend," i said quickly. it wasn't a lie — i was sure they were even thinking of marriage. but, i still felt guilty that i'd potentially hurt his feelings. even though he always hurts mine. "sorry, joon." "that's okay." it didn't seem okay. — i found myself comparing us again. she had long, dark hair that flowed like a waterfall. mine was dyed and chunky and uneven. her eyes were glittering jades and she never had to make an effort to wear makeup. mine were dark and i hated to go out without it. she was better — she was always better. i looked to my left, at my eldest sister as she smiled. she was loud but her laugh was pretty. i was quiet and i always squeaked. her hair was a curly lions main. i was always jealous of it. she, too had sparkling eyes but they were like small sapphires. mine were almost black and i'd never thought a color could make you feel so isolated. i had to look down, away from them both. if i'd seen them, i wouldn't choose me, either. — "you seem sad," he said. we were at the park, feet brushing against the dirt as we sat on the swings. it was the first time he'd talked to me in a month. i almost had his grin burned from my memory, but then he called. and i don't think i could ever forget it now. "why do people always say that?" i frowned. maybe i should've smiled instead — i might've seemed prettier then. "because you never look happy," he shrugged. "i smile and laugh all the time," i argued. he just shrugged again. he wouldn't look up to meet my eyes and it made the crack in my heart grow a little. it was shocking — i didn't think i had a heart left. "that doesn't mean you're happy." i hated that he was right. — "i didn't know you had two sisters." i didn't like this conversation. i didn't like that he'd been introduced to them both. the fear settled in my stomach, partnering with the guilt and jealousy that i always tried to hide. "yeah," i spoke plainly, like there wasn't a flood begging to be unleashed. "they seem happy," he hummed. he seemed nonchalant but i knew he was still thinking of them. "i'm sure they are." "and they both have boyfriends?" i didn't like that he asked that. "yeah," i laughed. i knew it sounded bitter because it tasted salty as it escaped my lips. "too bad." too bad, indeed. — "oh, hello namjoon!" she sounded so elegant when she spoke. she was in a black dress that amplified how intoxicating she looked. maybe my sisters were sirens. or succubi. or maybe i was just the ugly duckling of the family. "ro is in the living room." "oh, um. alright." he never faltered when i spoke to him. "are you going somewhere?" he never had to ask what i was doing. because i was always available. i never had plans to make. no one wanted to make them with me. "just a double date. have fun, you two!" i didn't think we would. — we were out again, as a family. my sisters were laughing with their boyfriends. and i felt isolated but i stayed quiet and twirled my pasta around my fork. i didn't have much of an appetite anymore. "i can't wait until ro gets a boyfriend," my sister cheered. she was laughing — not at me, but in excitement. "i hope it happens soon," the eldest agreed. "she seems lonely." she seemed concerned when she looked at me. i just smiled and shrugged. "don't get your hopes up." — "aphrodite." i hated my name. but, i hated it even more when he said it. breathless, like he couldn't believe i was standing in front of him. but, really, i could see the girl who was sitting on his couch. she was breathless, too. it ached — to know he was all i thought about when i never stayed on his mind. maybe i came off as creepy and obsessed. maybe he just didn't care. "hi, namjoon," my tone was soft. not because i was trying to make it pretty — i was just tired. he seemed shocked. "are you alright?" his eyebrows were furrowed in concern. how nice of him to act like he cared. and to act like he didn't hear the other girl scoff. i just smiled at him. "i'm leaving," it was hard to keep the tears in. it was hard to do this. but i didn't want to do anything else. i was so tired. "so, i just came to say goodbye." "are you coming back?" he was pouting now. "i'm not." he frowned even more at how confident i sounded. like i knew i wasn't going to see him again. because i wasn't. he sighed. he nodded. i turned and walked away. i hope he didn't understand what i meant.

that was really heavy and dark im so sorry but i hope this was enjoyable? maybe? hhhhhhh im here if you guys need to talk - please remember that. thank you for reading, ♡