#bts seokin

[jinstronaut]

a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 493 (cr. 0613data)

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 34 - Deliratio]

• Deliratio (Latin, delirium)

Warnings: big sad, OC is kinda crazy from what happened but I kinda love her like that, magical violence, Tae is trying his hardest to be a supportive boyfriend, remember how I said that I wanted nothing but happiness from now on? I lied jafjds

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: unironically one of my fave chapters no joke, I love an unhinged OC

“Darling? The dinner is finished, don’t you want to come with me?”

“I���ve got no time, need to read.”

Taehyung studies your form. Your posture is terrible. Squatting on the floor with dozens and dozens of books surrounding you and your back hunched over. The room smells of too little oxygen and burned down candles.

“Darling. The dinner is finished”, Taehyung repeats himself.

“And I told you, leave me alone!” you scream at him, but Taehyung doesn’t budge.

“___ please come with me and eat something”, he tries in a soft voice.

“I can’t”, you insist, “can’t you see? I have so much to read.”

“The reading isn’t going to go anywhere.”

“Yes, yes it will. I have to finish this.”

“Come now, let’s eat something”, Taehyung tries only to get one of the books thrown at him.

“Get out!”

He catches it before it can hit his chest, letting out a worried sigh afterwards.

“___ sweetest”, he tries, setting the book down on one of the countless desks. They were all bending under the weight of too many books and trinkets. He steps over the circle of books and squats down next to you, “let’s get you something to eat, please.”

“Why can’t you listen?” you hiss, flinching when you feel his touch on your arm.

“Because I care about you and I want you to be healthy.”

“I’m okay.”

“No you are not, you haven’t had breakfast nor lunch and I can’t allow you to miss out on dinner as well.”

“I’ll eat later.”

“___ please.”

“No. Leave.”

“___ I’m serious. Come with me or I’ll start using force.”

“I’ll give you an aneurism if you try.”

Taehyung sighs in defeat.

“Please, come with me”, he says softly, caressing your arm.

“I can’t”, you spit, looking at him with your bloodshot, tired eyes, “it’s been two months and I can’t slack now. I have to figure it out. All of it. What happened back then, why he is in such a state and how I can fucking fix it.”

“And you will”, Taehyung intertwines his fingers with you, “we will, but right now your mission is to get food into your system and energy back to your brain.”

“Leave me alone. This is your last warning.”

“Boss?”

Taehyung turns upon hearing the deep voice behind them. Your head snaps to the tall man in the library.

“What?” you hiss, sounding irritated.

“My group and I did the rounds as you asked. The forest’s cleared out for now”, Fredrick says. 

Taehyung feels you relax at Fredrick’s words.

“Good. How many did you meet?” you ask the big vampire.

“Five. They were remotely younger than me.”

“Good. They’re taken care of?”

“Of course."

“Good. And the west fields?”

“Fringella didn’t return yet.”

“She’s slow.”

“She’s got lots to take care of. Her group ran into a dozen of his followers.”

“Mhm. Send some of your people for aid and return to your posts.”

“Yes, boss”, Fredrick says and studies your books, “any…” he hesitates, licks his lips, “any progress?”

“Soon.”

“Understood”, Fredrick says and turns to leave.

“Fredrick?” you stop him.

“Yes, boss?”

“Tell Fringella to get her act together. She’s slacking.”

“I will.”

“Good. Leave.”

“Understood.”

Fredrick leaves the library and won’t be seen for the rest of the night. He and his closest followers have been guarding the estate ever since that happened. Namjoon’s followers are stubborn and more than willing to start an attempt of freeing their leader. With him not here, the estate would be too dangerous. Fredrick agreed to stand guard instantly. Fringella agreed once her husband did. She calls you boss these days and takes orders from you.

“Fucking shitshow”, you murmur, burying yourself back in your books.

Taehyung studies your features with furrowed brows. He runs the back of his hand down the side of your face even if that makes your features scrunch up in distaste.

“Please come with me and eat something”, he whispers.

“I’ll eat later.”

“Please ___.”

You stay silent. Taehyung already knows what that means. You won’t budge no matter how much talking he does. You have made up your mind. The library is your place to stay and nobody, not even Taehyung, can change that.

He gives up with a sigh.

“Fine”, he says sadly, standing up, “then stay.”

And with that he abandons you in your madness, leaving your mind just as quickly as he had entered it. You don’t even hear the door close and later the door to the sitting room. You also don’t hear the roaring of thunder as the forecasted storm finally starts. You see the lightning. It flashes over the yellowed pages in a bluish hurry, leaving behind blurry figures in your vision. You blink, getting rid of them this way and focusing your gaze back on the letters. It must be in here somewhere. The answer to all of this.

Taehyung returns with a tray of food. He eyes you. You look even more hunched over than you did when he left you.

“Darling, look”, he says, placing the tray on the desk by the windows, “I brought you food. Hoseok made sure that it is warm.”

“Why can’t you listen?”

“And why can’t you? I just want to make sure that you don’t faint.”

You lift nothing but your eyes, looking at him. The worry is almost eating him up, you can see it weigh down his shoulders.

With a loud sigh you sit back on your heels, finally lifting your head.

“Can you help me translate some passages?” you ask him, “I don’t know what they mean.”

“Yes, I can. But only if you eat as I work.”

“Fine. I will eat.”

Taehyung stays with you for the rest of the day. He translates unknown passages to you, makes sure that you eat and he lets you sleep with your head rested on his thigh once you pass out in exhaustion. He carries you to bed that night. He tugs you in and holds you to make sure that all those nightmares stay away from you. He wakes up empty handed the next day and he knows that he will find you hidden somewhere in your books. And he begins his routine anew. Cook food, get rejected until he somehow manages to convince you to eat. It pains him that it became a routine these days.

You shove the big, black keys back into your pockets. They jingle as you do so, soon getting muffled by the fabric. It reeks of old cellar down here and the very faint stench of ammoniac. It guides your way, just as the torches do as they flicker on one by one the moment you pass by them.

You know that much these days.

Quite frankly, you know a lot of things these days. You know how to light a fire with just a flicker of thought, you know how to give someone an aneurism or how to make their lungs cramp up, you also know how to grow plants with just a touch of your fingers and how to put up barrier spells.

You know a lot of things these days. You can destroy, protect, nurture and heal. But one thing you can’t fucking do. And it is the one thing you want to do more than anything else.

“Good day”, you say loudly as you enter the round room.

Groaning greets you.

“Yeah, yeah shut up. I know you guys are hungry”, you mumble, “if you’re being good, maybe I’ll feed you tonight.”

“Let us go, witch”, one of them hisses at you.

“No? Who do you think I am? You guys are useful.”

You finally turn, scanning your eyes over the room.

Fuck, to think that you once begged for your life in that room. Thinking back, you were so innocent. And weak. Nobody could get you to beg so pathetically again these days. Especially not Namjoon.

You bite down your anger and swallow it harshly, making your way to the chained up vampires at the east end of the room.

“Come with me”, you grumble, grabbing a woman by her neck and dragging her away from the others. The chains open with a flick of your wrist, but she can’t escape. Not when you dig your fingers into her body with a dark spell.

“Let me go”, she protests, “we didn’t do anything to you.”

“Now, that’s where you’re wrong. You see? You assholes served Namjoon.”

You press her into the chair where once upon a time, Namjoon had you captured.

“Stay”, you order her, forcing her limps to stay unmoving with just a look. You wrap chains around her wrists and ankles, sealing them into obedience with a mumble of the right spell.

“Let me go”, she spits, tugging and fighting the enchanted ropes fruitlessly.

You ignore her, gathering the tools from the desk.

“I learned a new spell today. It sounds promising. You’ll be my little rabbit”, you tell the vampire, “I can’t promise you that it won’t hurt though. So sorry about that”, you look at her over your shoulder, “not really though.”

“You’re a fucking psycho.”

You ignore her. You have better things to do. Such as grind up wood as finely as possible.

“Once we’re breaking out of here, you’ll regret ever keeping us captive.”

“The only way you guys are leaving this shithole is by dying.”

“She’s crazy.”

“Hush”, you warn, silencing the other vampires with just a snap of your fingers. They try and fail to make a sound, opening and closing their useless mouths, “better. Now, back to you. Sarah, am I right?”

“As if I’m going to tell you my name.”

“Fine, then you’re Sarah from now”, you decide for her, grabbing her chin, “you may wonder why you and your friends are here instead of your cells. You know, the problem is, I can’t take too many of you guys at the same time. They’ll find out otherwise.”

“Awww, are your babysitters not allowing you to play hard to get?”

“You’re impossible. Have you not realised the fucking situation yet? You are either going to leave this cell and I have my antidote or you are going to die, so shut up and listen before I decide to kill you without even trying.”

Sarah bares you her teeth, growling deeply.

“Now you see. I can’t take too many of you guys because the others will give me a lecture all about how I can’t experiment on you guys and all that good person shit”, you roll your eyes, “stupid if you ask me. You guys would never leave this cellar one way or the other. If you dry out in your cells or die because of me makes no difference. You won’t see sunlight again either way.”

“What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem is you and your awful leader taking things you weren’t supposed to take.”

“I’m telling you, once Namjoon gets wind that you are keeping us here, he will come and rescue us and you will die the most painful death imaginable.”

“Good luck with that. Your great leader has been rotting in a cell for two months now. You think you have any kind of power left? Every single one of your ill-minded friends is either dead or rotting in our cells.”

“You’re lying. Superior will never die.”

“Superior died when you decided to fucking push my buttons”, you spit, pushing her head back roughly.

“What the hell did you do, witch?”

“I told you. You little rats are either captured or dead. And you guys”, you look through the room with a bright smile, “you guys are now my little rats and you will help me solve the probably most difficult riddle I have ever had to solve. How do I fucking safe him?”

“What are you talking about? You make no sense.”

“I make perfect sense. You know what doesn’t make sense? Saving your dying boyfriend by blasting light brighter than the sun out of your own fucking body and covering his entire body in a glowing layer of magic that stops the poison but also puts him into an unbreakable coma. Now that”, you laugh crazily, pointing your finger at her, “that shit doesn’t make sense. Especially when you lived twenty five fucking years of your life thinking that vampires and magic aren’t real only to find out that you are an actual fucking witch after you saved your dying vampire boyfriend through magic.”

You lower your finger.

“But did I really safe him? Mhm? Because last time I checked he isn’t fucking here with me and his lungs are still filled with this cursed goddamn wood. So in a way, all my magic didn’t do shit except pause the inevitable. I don’t even know if the magic is safe or if it will wear off sooner or later. Because I have no fucking idea what I actually did! Hah!”

You laugh loudly.

“Isn’t that hilarious? Every single day could be the day where that stupid glow stops glowing and he wakes up only to die screaming and crying black fucking blood. And that, ohohoho that”, you push her head back so hard she almost falls with the chair. You catch her, slamming your hands on the armrests, “I can’t let that happen.”

“What the hell? I have no idea what you are saying. Why are we captured then? We had nothing to do with it.”

“Now you see, that’s where you are wrong. You guys kissed Kim Namjoon’s ass and that’s enough to make me hate you. And you see”, you step closer again, towering over her with your eyes dark in anger, “Kim Namjoon is the reason why my boyfriend is in this fun, little coma. Because Kim fucking Namjoon was the one who cursed him and you little rats are going to be my ticket to saving my boyfriend.”

“You’re sick.”

“No, he’s sick! Because of your awful leader, he is sick! Holy fuck, we talked about our future the day it happened. He finally accepted that he didn’t want to die but live life with me. We wanted to be happy together. We were supposed to spend our days in peace, talk, go on adventures together and hold each other and Kim Namjoon took all of that from us”, you hiss, squeezing her cheeks so tightly that she hisses in pain, “I have to heal him and you know damn well that I’m not going to test out the spell on him, I’m not crazy. But I have you”, you smile, “and I can test out whatever I want on you. If I fail? Hell, one less Superior poisoning the earth. If I don’t? I finally get my boyfriend back. It’s a win win, I would say. Now open up.”

“No”, she hisses, pressing her lips closed.

“Open up, fuck”, you order coldly, forcing your fingers into her mouth to break open her jaw. She fights and fights only to lose in the end.

You blow the grinded up wood at her, forcing her lungs to inhale it with a mumble of the right spell. Her eyes widen, she begins gagging and coughing instantly.

You straighten up, watching her writhe and squirm just how Yoongi did all those nights ago. The view still makes your stomach twist, not because you feel pity for the monsters you experiment on, but because it keeps the image of Yoongi fighting for his life fresh and vivid.

Black blood spills from her lips, her eyes become black from all the blood bursting her veins.

Now it is time to work. You begin chanting the words you learned today, holding the candle the spell told you to hold. It smells like rotten fish and taints your palm dark blue. If the spell is successful the candle should light up by itself and the wood should dissolve inside of her.

But none of those things happen. The candle stays unlit and the vampire screams her last death call, slacking in the chair afterwards.

“Fuck!” you scream, throwing the candle against the wall right above the heads of the other vampires.

They stare at you in horror, watching with panic as their friend is turning into dust on the chair

“Why didn’t it fucking work?!” you scream, kicking the now empty chair to the ground, “it should have worked! Fuck!”

The captured vampires cower away in fear. They want to make a sound, but can’t as their voices are still stolen.

“Argh!” you roar, whipping around with madness in your gaze, “you”, you point at the scared vampires.

You flick your wrist.

Their voices return.

“Please don’t hurt us, please”, one of them begs with tears in his eyes.

“We never liked Namjoon”, another says.

“Yeah, yeah that’s what they all say”, you dismiss them, “fuck”, you hiss, making them flinch.

You kick the chair one last time, inhaling deeply afterwards.

“Okay calm down. It’s okay. You’ll just try the next spell”, you tell yourself.

You turn to the vampires, making them cower away.

“We’ll see each other again soon. Here”, you tell them, throwing a blood bag at them, “I can’t have you drying out. You need to be at your best. Share it.”

You turn off all the torches and leave the room, locking the door with a barrier spell. So now nobody can enter or leave. You can’t have those fuckers inside escape, just as much as you can’t have the others stumbling into the room. Not yet at least. Not when you are so close to finding the antidote. You can’t risk them finding out.

You let the torches die out behind you, hurrying down the labyrinth of secret tunnels. You have them memorised these days. You can remember the first time you dared to set foot into them. How scared you were. You were a fool. The only thing which should be scared down here should be the shadows and what they hide.

You open the heavy metal gate and lock it with the black keys. Yoongi’s words are still in the back of your mind. Don’t ever touch those keys. You feel awful for having broken that promise to him, but you had to.

The estate’s cellar is too close and the others know all the rooms in it too well. You couldn’t test out the spells so close to where they could listen in. The round room was the only solution. Far enough away from the estate, soundproofed by Namjoon and with all the tools you need to keep vampires captured.

The irony of the entire situation you try to ignore. One of Kim Namjoon’s awful possessions is helping you in finding a way in healing Yoongi from the thing Namjoon is responsible for. The irony tastes bitter on your tongue, but you don’t mind anymore. All you taste these days is bitterness.

You seal the gate with a barrier spell, stuffing the keys back into your pockets afterwards.

“Let’s leave”, you murmur and in big steps, you hurry out of the cellar.

The hallways are empty, but you know that the others are home. Jungkook and Hoseok are in the gym, you know that they are because hip-hop music is echoing through the estate. You are grateful for the music. It muffles the squeaking of the cellar door and later your steps as you hurry to your wing.

Taehyung is probably painting in his wing. He’s been helpful with your search for a cure. They all were, but Taehyung helped the most. He translated Yoongi’s spell books for you and spent many restless nights with you in the library, looking for the right spells. He deserves to rest for once and do things which he enjoys doing.

Jungkook is still living in his wing, working hard on finishing the renovations between helping you with saving Yoongi. He cries a lot and there was a time where you joined him, but not anymore. You can’t waste time crying. You have to focus on saving Yoongi.

Hoseok is living in Seokjin’s apartment these days. Jungkook stays over some nights when being close to a comatose Yoongi hurts too much. Hoseok is at the estate on most days however, because he is lonely all alone in a big house.

Seokjin and Emma went back to her cottage in Gordes, hence why Hoseok is living alone. They send regular messages with updates on their life and findings about a possible cure. They’re happy, but worry a lot.

You shower in your wing that night. The water is cold at first before it warms up. You don’t really feel a difference. Well, you do, but it doesn’t really affect you anymore. Cold, warm, hot. It all feels the same to you. It’s best this way. Like this, you won’t get distracted by your mind wandering to how uncomfortable certain sensations are on your skin. You can’t get distracted like this, you have to stay focused on the task at hand.

Saving Yoongi.

This is all that matters.

You have to save Yoongi.

You leave your wing after the shower and after you put on some clothes. Normally you would have used the calm hours to check up on the greenhouse, but that seems like a waste of time these days. And it hurts. Whenever you are in the greenhouse you think about the first day you spent in it. You think about how Yoongi was the one to show it to you because he wanted to cheer you up, how he prepared breakfast for you and how utterly clumsy he was in showing his feelings. And when you don’t think about this heartbreaking memory you think about the time you and he wandered through it in his memories. You think about the flower crowns you made and how pretty he looked with his yellow sweater and lively features.

And that memory hurts just as much as the first one does.

“Oh? Hey there, ___.”

You meet Hoseok and Jungkook on the hallways. They are both shirtless and sweaty, clearly having returned from the gym.

“Hey”, you greet them.

“Did you eat already?” Hoseok asks you.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Of course you are, I haven’t seen you eat anything today.”

“I ate. I’m fine”, you dismiss him, brushing past them afterwards.

“Hey ___!” Jungkook calls after you, “have you found anything?”

“Would I be still alone if I did?”

“No, I- no sorry, I guess you wouldn’t.”

“Tch.”

You leave them in the hallways, taking the next corner. You won’t find out what they will do or where they will go and quite frankly, you don’t care. You can’t waste time spending time with them, you have to be somewhere.

The door is loud as it falls into its lock. You wonder if the others heard you, but if they did, they don’t react.

His wing is dark like always. You had no time to change the light bulbs and neither did he. Obviously, because he couldn’t enjoy being home alive and well for long.

You don’t dwell on that thought for too long, just as you don’t try to look at his untouched piano as you pass it by.

You stop.

Perhaps trying isn’t enough. At least not tonight. Not when another failure sits heavy on your shoulder.

It feels like ages ago where you tiptoed into his room and apologised to him for being a reckless idiot. You think ten months must have passed since then. Maybe even eleven. If you knew back then, you would have sat on his lap longer, you would have kissed him deeper and you wouldn’t have pushed him away. If you knew, you would have pulled him closer and let the feelings, you so clearly had for him, consume you.

“Fuck”, you press out, turning your head away for looking at the empty, dusty piano aches too much.

You force your legs to work again and continue your path. It is not far anymore.

The door opens quietly.

“Hey there, my love. I’m just here to check up on you for the night.”

The door closes quietly.

The fireplace is still burning. Good. That means that he was warm and cozy throughout the day. It is important that he stays warm these days, with the first snow so close to reach.

With your breath trembling, you hurry to the bed.

He looks just as you have left him this morning.

“How are you?”

You cup his cheek. It feels cold to the touch. His skin is still too pale.

“I guess, you are as you always are”, you lower your head, “shit.”

You step closer to the bed.

“Shit Yoongi, I don’t know for how long I can still do this. I’m trying so hard and yet nothing works. This was the fifteenth spell I tried and it still wasn’t the right one. I can’t do this anymore.”

You scoff.

“It’s awful isn’t it? Fifteen tries. Which means…which means I killed fifteen people. Well, they were Namjoon’s friends, but they were still people. Fifteen. Sixteen if we count in Suzy. Fuck.”

You scoff again.

“Do you remember how traumatised I was after I killed her? How I refused to talk for days and barely even ate? And all the nightmares plaguing me afterwards? Yeah, well”, you falter for a moment, looking at the dark sky outside, “I don’t feel anything these days, just anger and disappointment. And the only-”, your eyes burn, “-the only nightmares I have are of you screaming like that. That’s all I’m dreaming about. How, how you screamed and how I screamed and then this white light. How?”

You look at him.

“How did I do this? Why did I do this? What did I create? Are you even here with me still or did, did this spell preserve your corpse? Have I been talking to-”, you whimper, reaching for his cold cheeks, “Yoongi, please don’t be dead. You wanted to live, didn’t you? So please don’t be dead. Please”, you beg him, falling silent afterwards.

You hate how peaceful he almost looks. You changed him out of his dirty clothes, washed him and tugged him in so he could be warm. His face you cleaned as well and then you closed his eyes, so he would look as if he was simply sleeping.

And he does. He looks as if he was just sleeping.

You hate this.

“Your hair is a little messy. Don’t worry, I won’t cut it. I’ll just clean it up real quick”, you say and begin brushing your fingers through his hair. It is so soft. Even after months of lying in the same position, it is still so soft.

You hate this. His face is still pretty, his hair is still soft, his body still looks healthy. He looks fine and yet he isn’t. You hate how much of a lie his appearance is, how your spell has frozen him in a time where he was still fine and you have to look at him day by day and wonder if you will ever be able to heal him. The deep grey of his skin looks like silver to you these days. The others don’t believe you when you tell them, but it is silver. Just like it is when moonlight shines upon him. It is silver. Not grey. He is still fine.

“There you go”, you press out painfully, caressing his cheek, “now you’re looking handsome again.”

You step back. You should leave him to rest for tonight and return to your research. You know what you should do and yet you can’t. Not tonight you can’t. Not tonight.

“Yoongi, I don’t know what to do”, your voice quivered as you spoke, “I need you. You always knew what to say or what to do. I mean, I’m a fucking witch.”

You laugh painfully, sitting down on the bed next to him.

“I’m an actual witch. I, I can make stuff fly or appear and with, with just a thought I could give you guys the worst headache imaginable. But, but…but I don’t know what to do”, you press out and sob, “Yoongi, I need your advice. I don’t know how to be a witch. None of the others know what to do, because they were never witches in the first place. They try to help, but can’t. I need you. You could teach me so much. I mean, you were a bloody warlock once and now…” you sob softly, intertwining your fingers with him, “...please come back, Yoongi.”

You rest your cheek on his hand, soiling his skin with your tears.

“I’m so scared. What if I’ll never find a cure?”

You sink in on yourself, resting your cheek on his chest. It is unmoving, just as the rest of his body.

“I know now how you felt when you couldn’t capture Namjoon. I’m failing you so much”, you press out, hiding your face in his chest, “you have done so much for me and I can’t even do one thing for you. I just want to heal you, but I can’t. Why can’t I? Why?!”

You halt.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t yell. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry”, you choke out and truly break.

You were so sure that you couldn’t cry anymore. Not anymore and not these days. Not when you spilled so many tears already and you still have a cure to find. But you were wrong. Just as you were wrong about those fifteen spells. As always lately, you were wrong.

“Yoongi, please come back to me”, you beg.

You fall asleep in his bed that night. You pass out after too many spilled tears and too many sleepless nights. And as you fall into unconsciousness, you hold him, not letting go once.

[bangtanhoneys]

Seokjin wedding mood board

simple / hints of blue & pink / gaming / intimate / fish / food

[equalityisuandme]

FACE. CARD. ON. POINT.

going jinsane because of him

[hopelessromanticdeviant]

The Rise, The Fall

Chapter 5: Good Demons, Bad Demons

Chapter Summary:

“Your taste in movies is shit.”

“Hey, that was uncalled for!” Hyejin defended from the other part of the kitchen.

“Hahahahahaha, gotchya,” Haru beamed, satisfied with having annoyed him, “I used to be obsessed with it as a teen, and just recently realized how shit it is.”

“Well, I liked it. It’s decent. I would go and join the fandom, for the sake of having at least watched and enjoyed it,” Hyejin defended her own taste this time.

“You know what this means?” Haru said.

“It means you’re seriously emotionally-deprived and have no interest in the area of romance, if you’ve enjoyed this piece of garbage, that is,” Jeongguk answered without queue.

~this is smut

They were in fact, a ‘Twilight.’

There was no doubting it. Dark colored clothes, tall-ass teenage-looking people, fair skin, and expensive cars. It was the worst B-grade supernatural fiction Jeongguk had ever watched. It catered to the fantasy of young girls and left no space to imagine with the most mundane vampires ever.

And, the worst part of it all was…

They were, in fact, a Twilight.

Jeongguk regretted having seen the movie at all. He wasn’t actually going to watch it before, but it piqued his curiosity anyway. He’d just glimpsed through a few parts because it was lying innocently in his study room. Just a few frames of the movie had made him anxious and annoyed.

The characters barely had any character, were all fucking aloof-ass cunts and only cared about themselves and their romantic interest.

Haru had spent the last two days sharing her favorite works of media with Hyejin. He’d overheard some strings of media like Harry Potter, Blade Runner, iCarly, and more.

“Your taste in movies is shit.”

“Hey, that was uncalled for!” Hyejin defended from the other part of the kitchen.

“Hahahahahaha, gotchya,” Haru beamed, satisfied with having annoyed him, “I used to be obsessed with it as a teen, and just recently realized how shit it is.”

“Well, I liked it. It’s decent. I would go and join the fandom, for the sake of having at least watched and enjoyed it,” Hyejin defended her own taste this time.

“You know what this means?” Haru said.

“It means you’re seriously emotionally-deprived and have no interest in the area of romance, if you’ve enjoyed this piece of garbage, that is,” Jeongguk answered without queue.

“I was going to say something similar. But you sound more like an asshole when you say it,” Haru laughed, with all her stomach this time while Hyejin blushed in agony.

Haru was suddenly taken away, staring off into the distance. There was no way Jeongguk was inexperienced with romance. He must’ve had his fair share of gorgeous women; which went well with their apparent profile of mystery and wealth.

“You guys are so mean, and all while you were the one who lent this ‘garbage’!” Hyejin pointed an accusatory finger at Haru, “Besides you both have no experience in the field of romance either so go laugh somewhere else.”

There was a sudden silence as Haru and Jeongguk exchanged glances.

Did romance exist in the demon world? Haru couldn’t help her curiosity anymore; she had to know. There was no way, no way that Jeongguk had no romantic experiences. He was literally a walking, talking Twilight waiting to happen.

Consequently, the topic was changed.

“Give me short-”

“You can’t change the topic when I’m no longer the butt of the joke-”

“books. You know, the ones around 100 to 150 pages that make you go ‘huh.’

“Huh? After you called my taste in movies ‘garbage’? If you’re seriously up to it, I’ll get you a list from one of my friends who reads a lot. I’m not a reader, to be honest.”

It was comical how they began ignoring Hyejin all of a sudden.

“I know you’re not a reader, that’s why I asked you for books,” Jeongguk chuckled.

There was a sudden silence again.

“Well…how do you know that?” Haru egged further because there was no answer the first few seconds, “didn’t we just meet?”

Jeongguk’s face was frozen in his previous chuckle. Haru’s eyes bore into him, and found a grin that basically said that he’d known her since forever.

It was Hyejin’s turn to look away this time. She immediately began looking out the window as she put her cookies into the baking tray, guilt apparent in her eyes.

Jeongguk’s voice immediately became small as he covered, “I could tell. You’d only recommend movies and tv series to Hyejin. Not a single book mentioned.”

“Ah. Okay. The way you looked at me all smug kinda scared me.”

Hyejin gave a pointed look to Jeongguk that basically screamed at him to show some guilt. Jeongguk decided to ignore Hyejin’s looks for the time being; it was overbearing as it is waiting for Taehyung to come back around – and remembering how much they were hiding from the girl made it even worse. Would his human ever trust him again after he told her the truth? Not that he cared about her trusting him, but somehow, somewhere, her candor towards his persona and her image of him had began affecting him.

Before her, he didn’t use many words to relay his actions. Now though, he’d started being more expressive with his choice of words and was also more responsive with his facial expressions. He found himself grinning to himself more often, and beaming at others during light conversations that would make both parties chuckle.

It was a good enough change of pace, with all the tension about their Friday meet coming up.

Haru decided to continue the conversation from before, giving him a much-needed reprieve from his own words of folly.

“Do you not love? In the demon world?” Haru looked at Hyejin, then Jeongguk.

She pressed further when there was no reaction from either, “Seriously, no romance at all?”

Hyejin decided to answer her, meekly – egging at Jeongguk for some reason Jeongguk didn’t know.

“We have ‘relationships’. No romance, though. They’re mostly mutually benefitting situationships.”

Haru didn’t want to ask what a situationship meant in their context. She damn well knew what it meant having those relationships. She wasn’t going to criticize something like that without knowing how it actually worked in their realm. That was like spouting bullshit about someone when you were hanging onto them for dear life, for chrissakes.

“Yeah, I’m fine with that much. No need to explain more.” Haru stopped her from explaining further. There was no need to delve that deep into the demon realm; she stared at Jeongguk in wonder.

Seriously, no romances whatsoever, huh?

She thought Jeongguk shared her gaze, for a mere moment. But blamed it on her imagination later. The air between them had turned much sharper than before. Someone had to intervene to break the ice all over again.

“Before you maul me, we still have two days left before the meeting,” Taehyung abruptly apparated out of thin air, a black cloud of smoke forming and dissipating at the same time.

Haru gasped.

“Taehyung-ssi,” Hyejin acknowledged, “You’re here before time.”

“What the-” Haru pointed between Jeongguk and Taehyung, to and fro, while gasping, “you people can teleport? Like out of thin air?”

These bastards had a horrible habit of going silent when she asked the most important questions. Every conversation led Haru to snowball into huge balls of annoyance. The longer the conversations went on, the more annoyed she would get, waiting for answers.

“Why the hell are you driving cars then?” She pointed at Jeongguk in particular this time, “you could have teleported me home instead of dropping me home in your car.”

 “We have specific rules, when to use our powers and when not to. It’s ingrained in our instincts so it’s hard to explain, human,” Taehyung was the first one to explain.

“You could say teleporting is for emergencies or something exclusive to demon-business only. It’s still very hard to put into words,” Hyejin added.

“We have to be very careful when using our powers, especially when we’ve chosen to show ourselves as human to your kind. I couldn’t have teleported you home. Public places are a no-go, and we can’t apparate to places we haven’t been to before, so inside your house is out of question too.”

“Is this going to be how it is all the time? She’ll keep asking trivial questions every time I’m here?” Taehyung was visibly annoyed.

Before Haru could say anything, Hyejin interrupted.

“Something seems to be bothering you, Taehyung-ssi. Is everything okay?”

“Nothing is okay,” Jeongguk said in a quiet tone as he put his hand to his ear suddenly.

“Why are they crossing so fast?” Jeongguk asked Taehyung.

Hyejin joined in on queue, holding her palm to her ear.

“So many deaths in a single day? It’s like a reaping,” Hyejin commented softly.

“They’re not answering us,” Taehyung said, “Oldies have fortified themselves in the citadel. Nobody can teleport there either. They’ve likely formed a circle and are summoning something. We literally don’t know what’s happening.”

The oven dinged, and Hyejin immediately opened the glass-case. The aroma of fresh cookies filled the room and Haru breathed in deeply. It was already overstimulating, hearing them in such a panicked frenzy. She decided to focus on the smell of the cookies, but found herself getting lightheaded. Deeper and deeper, she tried to breathe in but found no air getting inside her lungs.

She collapsed.

Asphyxiation written on her face as three heads whipped in her direction on the floor.

“Haru!” Jeongguk reached out in an instant and held her body before her head collided with the floor.

.

“Her presence is faint,” Hyejin said to Jeongguk and Taehyung, “It’s getting fainter by the minute.”

This couldn’t be happening. Jeongguk’s little human was getting weaker and weaker.

“Hyung, quick. We have to get to Keumi’s.”

“Have you lost it, Guk-ah?” Taehyung looked at him in disbelief.

“Well, do you have any other option? Both of you?! The way things stand, we can’t take her anywhere, can we now?” Jeongguk was dreading it more, minute by minute.

“Fine. Fast.” Taehyung shared a look with Jeongguk and Hyejin as the three of them disappeared with the human in a puff of black smoke.

“Ho…didn’t notice you coming,” a man with a small stature and rigid features said.

“Off with the chit-chat. This girl right here -,” Taehyung motioned at the girl and stepped away from Jeongguk, worried he might end up touching the human, “-she died and came to life the past week. She fainted and her soul is feeling fainter, as time ticks by. Fuck off with the whys and hows and tell us what we can do, stat.”

“A little respect for an old man, that’s all I ask. Although we’re all old here. Why am I the only one who looks old?”

Taehyung knew this bastard was going to be tricky and waste their time. He sighed in exasperation.

“Well, then, give the girl a few drops of ambrosia. I can’t believe I’m selling my wares for a filthy human.”

Hyejin was used to such conversations, but the way she’d taken a liking to Haru just made her hold the motionless girl's hand in Jeongguk’s arms harder.

“Come on, asshole. Name your price,” Jeongguk said hurriedly.

“Are you sure you’re up to pay? It might be something you’re not ready to hear,” the shriveled man gave a crooked smile and rubbed his palms together.

“Fucking say it already,” Taehyung grabbed the old man by the cloth on his chest as he spat in his face.

“A day of your time on Earth. Exchange it with me. My time’s running out and I have too many wares.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung was in disbelief. Keumi was never up to any good, and his deals sounded as ridiculous and stupid as his ugly face.

Hyejin placed two fingers near Haru’s nose and felt her faint breath. She stepped up, without wasting time, “I’ll give a day of mine, if you guys are just going to waste time.”

“Wait wait wait, Haru,” Jeongguk interrupted, “You have to listen to all his conditions first. He’ll get you in trouble within seconds otherwise.”

“You come to my workshop and dare insult my craft. You will pay-”

“Yeah, yeah. We will pay dearly; we already told you to name your price. We’ll let you mooch off a day from us, alright?”

The shrewd old man went quiet for a second, then said with a straight face, “A day from all three of you.” He held out three fingers in front of them just in case.

Taehyung was already reaching out to grab the man, when Jeongguk stopped him by holding his arm. Taehyung noticed he’d already laid the girl down.

“Wait, hyung,” Jeongguk said to Taehyung then shifted his attention to Keumi, “Three days from only my time on earth. It’s the same amount, is it not?”

Keumi smiled. The frail old man liked seeing people in anguish. The chaos Jeongguk’s words had caused was the best example of his favorite kind of chaos. Both deals were good as they were – the first one made them argue, while the second one put a significant toll on one of them.

A day off their time on earth meant leaving earth sooner than they were meant to, having less time to complete their earthen duties when the time came. It could mean a lot of different things, but it could work if they handled their time well – when it came.

“I’ll barter a day of mine too,” Hyejin joined in.

“Hyejin-”

“Haru was my friend first, Jeongguk-ssi,” Hyejin stated, curtly. It was her only few instances of showing impoliteness with Jeongguk. And needless to say, Jeongguk was startled.

The way Haru was sharing all her belongings, including toys from her childhood had awakened the teenager in Hyejin. She’d shared the most memorable moments of her life with Hyejin within a few days’ time, and Hyejin had always wanted a friend like Haru. Human she may be, but Hyejin’s negative experiences with society and the differences in Haru’s human nature just made her like Haru more.

“Well then. Don’t leave me out, brother,” Taehyung clapped Jeongguk’s shoulder, “A day from me too, old man.”

Jeongguk was relieved that they were all on the same page. He didn’t need to question Taehyung’s motives. His older brother always had his back in things like these.

“Heh,” Keumi scoffed. He wanted them to argue or waste more time but they were pretty quick to decide.

He held out a vial in front of them which Jeongguk immediately grabbed.

“Sign these.” Keumi held out a scroll which he brought out from between his sleeves.

All three demons placed their personal markings on the paper after giving it a once-over.

“If this comes to bite us back in the ass,” Taehyung said to Keumi, in a deeper voice, “you’re dead meat.”

Keumi gulped.

“Yeah, well I already told you the conditions,” he explained nervously, “mix it with something so that the ambrosia’s taste is indiscernible. Humans aren’t supposed to know what it tastes like.”

“I have tea ready at home; let’s go,” Hyejin was quick to say.

They returned back to the mansion’s kitchen the same way they’d gone to Keumi.

Hyejin quickly poured some black tea in a cup and emptied the vial into it. It was a mere 3-4 drops but it managed to change the color of the tea into a dark creamy color.

Jeongguk settled the girl between her arms and held her head still while Hyejin fed her the tea, slowly, gulp by gulp. Jeongguk would straighten her head after every sip to ensure it reached her stomach.

He laid the girl on the couch in the main hall, where demons who came for business usually waited for him.

“Is she okay? Can you check?” Taehyung said to Hyejin with a look that said, I’m not touching her, you do it.

Hyejin placed two fingers in front of her nose to check her breathing. It was even, and was turning normal.

“Her breathing’s getting normal,” Hyejin said, relieving Jeongguk.

Jeongguk sighed and took a seat at the adjacent armchair.

Taehyung and Hyejin too, took respective seats in the couches.

“This is scary shit, man. First the council goes crazy, then the girl decides to die again…”

It didn’t hit until a few seconds of Taehyung saying the last line had passed.

“Wait…”Hyejin gave a look that said Are you thinking what I’m thinking?, “Was it consequent with that event? Like the reaping? The elders weren’t answering.”

“No doubt about it.” Jeongguk stated firmly.

“Jeongguk, you’ve been saving a dead girl. I hope you’re aware,” Taehyung said.

Hyejin sighed, rubbing her temples. What did they get themselves into?

Just then, Haru began coming to.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and gauged her surroundings. She looked at the familiar faces and began to sit up.

“Relax. Keep lying down if you want to,” Hyejin immediately got up and sat beside Haru.

“Why was I unconscious?” Disheveled was an understatement. Haru held her head, keeping herself steady.

“Again with the questions,” Taehyung said, holding a poker face.

.

“Jeongguk, can you please, please help me find out-“

“I’m already looking into it,” Jeongguk interrupted, knowing what was coming, “I’m looking into your case, Haru.”

“Two days later, we’re having a proper meeting about this,” Hyejin notified Haru and reminded the other two, “Let’s hope we have something worth moving forward.”

Haru nodded at Hyejin.

Jeongguk took solace in the fact that his name was the first one to come out of her mouth when she needed help. That would do, for now.

“Hyejin, do you think I’ll live?” Haru turned to Hyejin.

Jeongguk was unsure about having to share such attention with Hyejin. Although, it wasn’t an actual problem for him.

“Let’s hope for the best, Haru. I sure as hell am not losing my only female friend ever. I’ll do all I can to help you.”

That was reassurance on a lot of levels. Haru was thankful, truly; it showed on her face.

“I’ll check in with the council now,” Taehyung said, “Seems like they’re taking calls again.”

“Till then, you take care, Haru,” Taehyung gave an upward nod to Haru when he said her name; acknowledging her by name for the first time. He promptly smoked out.

“They better have an actual answer for this. Whatever this was, a reaping or sudden outburst – they will have to answer this time. They’ve been getting away with way too much just because of their authority. It correlates with our current situation, so I’m not letting this go.”

Jeongguk was truly outraged.

Haru wanted to tear up due to all the concern she was getting. What would she have done had she fell into the wrong hands? Thank goodness for these three good demons.

“Will you let me know once you find out what’s happening?” Haru looked at Jeongguk, then Hyejin.

“You can count on it,” Hyejin replied for the both of them.

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “By The Fates” Masterlist

For November 2024, we put together a collection of fics to celebrate fate!

We asked our members to share all of their soulmates, fated lovers, mates, and everything in between fics with us so that we could share them with you!

So, if you are in a fateful mood, this masterlist is for you!

In this post, you’ll find fics from our network members that feature a variety of BTS members as the main character(s) with various AU types and tropes!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞💖⚠️ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 11,231

🔞💖⚠️ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) AU/Genre: Strangers to Bonded Mates, Fantasy, Fae/Magick Rating: MA WC: 56,072

🔞💖⚠️ Bound By Magic | @downbad4yoongi [3/3] Pairing: Wizard!Namjoon x Witch!f.Reader AU/Genre: Witch/Wizard, Magic, Soulmates Rating: MA WC: 11,698

🔞💖⚠️ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Hades!Hoseok x Persephone!Yoongi AU/Genre: Mafia, Modern Mythology, Fate Rating: MA WC: 7,902

🔞💖 Merry and Mended | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!Taehyung AU/Genre: A/B/O, Holiday Fluff Rating: MA WC: 8,540

🔞💖⚠️ If it's our last | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Pistil!Jimin x Stamen!Jungkook AU/Genre: Pistilverse AU, Strangers to Lovers, Almost Romeo and Juliet Rating: MA WC: 2,404

🔞💖⚠️ Now I'm Yours | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Reluctant Mates to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 14,064

🔞💖⚠️ As Fate Would Have It | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook AU/Genre: Soulmates, Fated Lovers, Strangers to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 15,436

🔞💖⚠️ Golden Cufflinks | @colormepurplex2 [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Best Friend's Fiance, Strangers to Mates Rating: MA WC: 11,742

🔞💖⚠️ Slow Dancing | @yoonia [13/13] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Namjoon x Reader AU/Genre: Soulmates, Second Chances Rating: MA WC: 125,602

🔞💖⚠️ The Agile Fox | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x OFC x Yoongi AU/Genre: Shifters, Werewolves, Mates Rating: MA WC: 51,966

🔞💖⚠️ Of Bears and Bonds | @yoonia [3/3] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU/Genre: Shifters, Witches, Mates Rating: MA WC: 68k

🔞💖⚠️ The Half-Lycan | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Werewolf!Taehyung x Human!Reader AU/Genre: Werewolves, Mates Rating: MA WC: 42k

🔞💖⚠️ We Are All Dreamers | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU/Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Soulmates Rating: MA WC: 16,526

🔞💖⚠️ Beneath The Boughs | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Namjoon x f.Reader AU/Genre: Robinhood Retelling, Soulmates Rating: MA WC: 15,548

🔞💖⚠️ Curse of The Serpent | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Perseus!Namjoon x Medusa!Jimin AU/Genre: Gods and Monsters, Greek Mythology Retelling, Enemies to Fated Lovers Rating: MA WC: 12,024

🔞💖⚠️ Dream For Us | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: Hyung Line x f.Reader AU/Genre: Demi-Gods, String of Fate Rating: MA WC: 15,255

🔞⚠️ Umbra (Part 1) | @pars-ley [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader AU/Genre: Soulmates, Fantasy, Demons and Angels Rating: MA WC: 1,585

🔞💖⚠️ Red Thread of Fate | @pars-ley [1/1] Pairing: Seokin x f.Reader AU/Genre: Vampires, Soulmates, Fantasy Rating: MA WC: 6,668

✅⚠️ Serendipity's Path | @mrsparkjimin18 [4/4] Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader AU/Genre: Soulmates, Strangers to Lovers Rating: PG-13 WC: 8,912

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[arosesstorm]

bts in nevertheless ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✧

jin

Majoring in ceramic, you met Seokin on the first day of your third year.

Being a year older than you, in Seokjin you found a shoulder to cry on on your worst days, like on those nights you thought your life was pointless or the day your artwork had been ruined; he was there for you.

yoongi

Majoring in carpentry, he was your rival in first year, until you accidentally broke his piece and felt so bad you spent all night trying to recreate it.

When yoongi found you asleep by his desk the morning after, hands dirty and hair full of wood, he realized you were not that bad.

rm

Majoring in photography, you had met him at an exhibit. Instantly befriending the boy, you spent more than an hour and an half talking about art in front of a coffee in that downtown coffe shop. From that day you guys are the closest of friends.

hope

Majoring in graphic design, you had met him at a dinner thanks to Jin and liked him in a second. Hope was exactly what art should be like: exciting.

He was chaotic, funny, charismatic.

Usually the quiet and introverted kid, around hope you were your funny self and the laughters you shared with the boy were always the loudest.

jimin

Majoring in digital arts, he had been your bestie since day one, when you both were little lost freshmen.

You usually spend most of your day with him, in and out of college.

First supporter of Jungkook's team, he had always warned you about the possibility of him liking you. When you had met Taehyung, Jimin was always there to remind you why the good boy was always the right choice.

taehyung

Majoring in sculpture, the day you met him, god, it was the day cupid's arrow pierced your heart. You were in a bar close campus drinking your favorite hot drink when he stumbled towards you, your drink spilling on his clothes.

"Don't worry about my shirt" he had said in the deepest voice possible, "I'm worried about my drink!" you had replied, the face the man gave you was one of pure amusement.

"Let me buy you another one then".

and suddenly, you were in love.

Taehyung was like a drug.

jungkook

Majoring in fine arts, jungkook was the prettiest boy you have ever met and so mysterious too; you spent your first year watching him from afar, looking at the gentleness of his touch, the details in his pieces, the feelings he poured into his drawings; when you finally approached the guy you instantly got close.

One year deep into your friendship with the painter, under the sun of April, you had met Taehyung and had fell in love with him. But in a rainy night of May, forgotten on his desk, you found Jungkook's sketches book, opening it, you found it was full of drawings, paintings, love letters made in patterns, all for you.

I loved nevertheless and I thought it would have been fun to make Bangtan a part of it!

© 2023 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[diskoo]

Hello! Can u make a Seokjin x Sunghoon layouts? Thank you so much 🥺💕

hii !! hope these are good :D

[mintvender]

Hello! I really love your idea! The boys' reaction when Y/N overworks and basically locked themself in their room/chamber? Hope this isn't too much! :D

Glad you’re enjoying them, love! Of course this isn’t too much, it really excites me that you are comfortable enough to even consider sending in an ask. Anyways, enjoy 😊🌿🌿💚💚

Harem!Au

BTS’s Reaction to Y/N Overworking and Locking Themself in their Chamber

Masterlist

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung’s would definately be worried but there’s a part of him that also understands that as the ruler, you are obligated to continue your work under any circumstances. Since the L/N dynasty is still relatively new, there will be many dangers that would approach and you have to do your part to protect the country. Taehyung, with his mastermind would try his absolute best to help you but as a consort, he can’t really do much as a consort is traditionally not allowed to be invested in politics. However, none of you really care considering how you became the ruler with male concubines ( an act that breaks the gender roles). Knowing that, you won’t just bring him into office with other ministers as it would bring more harm than good so you guys settled for yours’ bedroom and talk about the problems there.

As Taehyung is a very observant person, he would notice your sudden fatigue or pale expression at times but would not comment on it, knowing that you would refuse his claims. As a result, he would subtly inject himself in between you and your pile of work like the little minx he is, and offer you little treats to help you relax. At night, he would intentionally be much more affectionate; hugging you and pulling you onto the bed and cuddle you, trying to hypnotize you to sleep. However, this plan has a catch; his physique is too frail to even pull you. Many would think that as a tall and lean male, he would at least have the ability to pull you but unfortunately, brute strength is not his area of expertise. It was also one of the many reason why he was bullied as a child ( like a sack of potato). When he realized that he does not have the strength to do so, his immediate reaction was to pout and complain how tired he is and want to cuddle with you. Of course, Y/N could never resist his adorable expression even after seeing grow from a starved child to a young adult, so you willingly lead him to the bed and cuddle.

The little minx then continued his plan and as you guys talk about future plans, he began curling himself in your hold and melting into you. Seeing how comfortable he is, you slowly began to relax as well until both of you are both in dreamland, finally getting some rest.

“ Y/N-iee, get up! I’m tired and don’t have the strength to pull you. Let’s cuddle in bed and talk about whatever.”

Kim Namjoon

As your personal physician, he would know right away that you were obviously sacrificing your sleeping hours to work considering how similar you are to a panda. He would then warn you about the effects of overworking when he had the chance to examine you for your monthly checkup. Namjoon would then making you consume medicinal tea to help you relax while working. He would stand by your side, refusing to let you work until you had finish your bowl of medicine. Knowing that if he were to be firm, you would eventually listen ( courtesy to years of working with you). Because of his position, he could use that as a reason to be with you more often, claiming that you will work yourself to death.

As he is in your office more frequently, you would find yourself relax when in his presence and more often than not have a conversation going between the two of you. Considering how knowledgeable he is, the two of you can even talk for hours before even realizing how late it already is. This would be a never ending cycle for the both of you during this time, not that you both really mind the change. Even if you decided to lock yourself inside your room, Namjoon has the special to persuade you to either go out or let him in to help you.

Different types of oils and herbs that specializes in calming an individual would be kept on the little table on the side of your desk for Namjoon to used whenever he is there.

“ Y/N, drink this. No, don’t even think about finishing your work until you have finish this bowl entirely.”

Jung Hoseok

Unlike Namjoon and Taehyung, Hoseok got to know you only after you became the ruler so he does not have the opportunity to spend that much time with you. He also does not have your permission to enter your private chamber or office like the others so he just can’t just barge into your office like Taehyung usually does. Considering how he was taught, Hoseok would be more worried in losing your favour than worrying about your health. He just assumed that you are used to it considering how experienced you looked when dealing with the ministers. This is one of the situation where he would have to use his status to meet you; asking his wretched father to secretly ask you for a private audience. As time continue to pass by, his anxiety would only grow until the letter that you had personally written came to his doorstep.

Desperately holding on the letter, he praced his way to your chambers along with the guards that was assigned to him. When he finally got there and the guards were dismissed, he finally understood why you were so distant these past months. Piles of scrolls and manuscripts are piled onto seemingly every crevice of your office, with you working on another from your desk in the far back of the room. Skillfully he made his way over to you, sitting down on the chair once you have made a spot big enough for him. His palms began to sweat when you asked the reason asking for an audience, while the calming scent caused his adrenaline to spiked when he acknoledged that his reason was somewhat unreasonable. When you saw how he looked somewhat conscious, you asked again in a gentler voice, trying to calm him. After his heartbeat had decreased to a better rate, his mouth then ran rampage with his reasoning until you had to intervene, claiming that you were too busy and apologized for making him feel this way.

Satisfied that he was not neglected, he finally realized the condition of your office and offered to help you organize them. And with that, you find yourself a new little helper who is brighter than the sun, itself.

“ Y/N, where should I put this? There? Alright!”

Min Yoongi

With how your first private encounter with him went, you had granted him the permission to enter your courtyard when needed. As the previous dynasty’s crown prince, let’s say that surviving in the current one alone was not an option for him. As a result, he had came up with countless reasons to try to remain by your side, desperately afraid of being neglected yet also a bother. Yoongi knows that he has no power and is probably smaller than a sand particle, weak enough that the smallest gust of wind would send him flying across the field. As a result, he became your little office helper whenever he comes over to visit which was quite often.

Recently, Yoongi had picked up that you had seem particularly pale. Your eyes sometimes unfocused itself and your expression is simply horrid. Of course, he knew that you were working extremely hard but it was naive of him to think that you will be alright. His actions of trying to help can vary depending on the day. It could be from offering you a little smiles while helping you to desperately hanging onto you, begging you to stop working. To some others, it might seem very exaggerated but to him, after seeing how his father had died so easily, he imagined it would be as easy for you as well. With that being said, he can even be considered to be your little nanny who would be taking care of you during this time.

However, with him being there Y/N would most likely not be able to work for hours straight. Seeing him running around helping you while carrying a pout would distract most definitely you too many times.

“ Your majesty, y-you need to rest! Let me take care of this mess. I-I’ve been trained for this so trust me, your majesty!”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook is probably the only one who has a reasonable purpose of being by your side that frequently. However, he would most likely not be able to notice your change in demeanour until much latter than the rest as he takes his job very seriously, not wanting to disrupt you and only standing outside your room to guard it. He is also quite young and is used to not care about anyone except for himself so he might come off as naive at times. Jungkook finally noticed how overworked you seem when Taehyung asked about your scheduled. Poor bunny got yelled at by the consort for this when he just calmly listed out your schedule. After that he realized that maybe your schedule is a little too hectic but when it is accompanied by your accidental night shifts, it is too much.

Jungkook then began to squeeze himself between your schedule; interrupting different ministers that have questions after an audience, intervening your time with your desk to force you on a walk, etc. When it is time for your guys’ lesson, he would consciously move you guys outside to a better environment, claiming that your office is too cramped. At this time, he would try his best to soak up the information faster to not burden you more.

At times, Jungkook would sneakily leave small meals by the window for you, knowing that if he were to bring them directly, he would not be able to explain his reasons. Of course, Y/N knows this but they find it too cute to let the bunny know about his mischievous actions.

“ General Yoon, please save your opinions for another time. Your majesty has been working non-stop and now needs some time to rest. Please ask for a private audience next time. Now please excuse us.”

Kim Seokjin

Poor Y/N, the moment Seokjin gets notified about your recent habit, he would act like he is the emperor instead of you so good luck. having gone through years of haggling, the merchant seems to have a bountiful amount of energy when it comes to yelling at you. From yelling at the cause to the short and long term effect of you neglecting your health would drive Seokjin to lecture you nonstop. He would only stop after seeing how tired you are. The day after that, you were gifted a chest full of cosmetics and herbs from him.

Instead of asking for a public audience to suggest a trading plan, Seokjin would first ask for a private one to discuss it with your beforehand then go to a public one before finally deciding if it would be successful or not. For him, this plan would not only be better as it gives you and him more time to think, it also gives him the opportunity to be with you more. Considering his personality, your private audiences will be nothing but serious. You guys would not only talk about different plans but also spend time, bonding with each other as well!

As the wealthy merchant Seokjin is, he would bring different items he plan on trading with yours to your chambers to help you visualize the products better. He would deliberately leave some of the ones he think would suit you the best, claiming that he accidentally left it there but never really coming back to get it.

“ Do you think you are a child? You are old enough to know your own limits but what did you do?? YAH! Listen to me!”

Park Jimin

Jimin might be flirty but he isn’t naive. Recently, his attempts of wooing you seems to go through one ear and exit the other so he obviously know that something is wrong. At first, he thought that the problem is in him. Jimin tries to change himself to your liking but it doesn’t seem close to be hitting the mark. Slowly he began to cling to you, wanting to know what is stopping the two of you from bonding with each other. So like your first night, he sneaked into your private chambers. Unexpectedly, he found himself confused if he was really in the right room. Compared to his first night with you, the room was far too messy as of right now. The only space that was not occupied by stacks of paper was your bed that was currently being squished by you. Jimin slowly approached your tired form, finally understanding what had been happening these past months.

As he is quite affectionate, Jimin could not let himself waste this chance to cuddle you. The next morning, you worked up with your legs tangled with his, confused how he managed to get in with Jungkook guarding outside but deciding to not question it considering that he is not a threat. Jimin would sleepily flirt with you, teasingly saying how clingy you were towards him last night which was probably the opposite.

From that day on, Jimin would appear in your chamber at unexpected times during the day to cuddle you or to hug you. This of course would distract you but it is a welcome distraction.

“ You were hugging me so tightly that I thought I would suffocate. Of course, you can always do that to me. As long it is you~”

~MintVender

[o-meu-amor]

O que tenho a dizer? É arte!

[bensdump]

ramen! mine! | ksj

∷ Your weekly visit to the local convenience store was getting ruined by an entitled ramen thief.

Seokjin x Reader

Words: 3,700

∵ fluff

∵ e2l au

23:04:37 » Friday 20th April 2018

Sweatpants + a huge jumper + messed up hair + Cheeto dust on your face= only acceptable when at home or on a late night trek to the convenience store.

You were doing the latter.

The walk to your local 24hr convenience store every Friday was the highlight of your week. Normal people would be terrified to walk alone at night, but you loved it. Everything was on mute; no one was around; just you. The stars couldn’t be seen through the layers of thick clouds, but it was reassuring to know they were still there. You could do anything you wanted, no one would see. You could fling off your jumper, run around stark naked and no one would bat an eye, there wouldn’t be anyone there in the first place. You were alone.

You remembered the walk to the store like the back of your hand. Take a sharp left after leaving your apartment. Along the thin path that was decorated with daisies; ivy cloaking and embracing the brick wall like camouflage for the old graffiti that painted the walls. Under the not-so-safe bridge with the not-so-clean river flowing past it. Past the snowy white cat that always rested on that wall; you never forget to give her a small chin scratch. Then up the typically busy street, but that was the best thing about being here when the city was asleep. No one was in the way of you scoring that weekly beef ramen.

That’s what you always did every Friday. It was also what another certain someone started doing every Friday since the 20th April.

It was like clockwork at this point. You enter the store, greet Dave; the half-asleep employee who you were on a first name basis with, walk to the back of the store; it was where the refrigerators and your favourite drinks were, then skip happily to the third row; your beef ramen was always the only one left on the shelf at this time of night.

Something was stopping you from your normal routine; the something being a tall handsome man at the other side of the aisle, eye-fucking your ramen. He looked just as abominable as you do this evening. Same jumper, same Cheeto dust.

But his face was near perfect; not one spot in sight. Soft to touch, smooth. The features seemed to be carved with utmost delicacy and care, maybe a few slip-ups, but it was near perfection to you.

He radiated so much character to you with just one look, the one small ring hanging from his ear told you he was up for anything but has a limit, as there is only one piercing. Deshelved hair, but had the messy look everyone wanted, showed you how careless he is about his hair- he has his face so you wouldn’t worry about hair either.

His chocolate eyes looked distressed and determined as he looked at your ramen- Your ramen.

It clicked for you that he was staring up your beef ramen; you felt disgusted on behalf of your ramen. You glanced back up at your competitor; he had the same stare on his face; both of you had slits for eyes and you knew only one of you could walk out of the store a champion.

You could’ve sworn you saw a tumbleweed fly past his long legs. The stare down was intense; you weren’t nervous at all, he can give you his best.

You darted towards the ramen with a lengthened arm stretched out. It was so close; your finger grazed the ramen and danced along the packet, but it was taken from your grip.

You weren’t one to brag but, your reaction time was pretty outstanding so that ramen was back in your hands in no time. The soft contact of his skin you thought about touching, grazed your thumb; you only took into perspective how close you and this ramen stealer were. He towered over you with a glare pointed at your hands on his supposed ramen.

“Hands off, I was here first,” he pulled the ramen towards his chest, ultimately pulling you with it.

“RAMEN. MINE,” you couldn’t form proper sentences under pressure; so you let broken words fall from your mouth and pulled the ramen back with the same amount of force- a little more hostile than him.

“What? Sorry, no crazy lady, this is mine,” He pulled it back; his attitude ticked you off more than it should this evening and you and ‘crazy ramen thief’ had a tug-of-war in the middle of a convenience store aisle.

It got out of hand quickly. Somehow you ended up pulling too hard; he fell into you, and the shelf behind you. Products fell and were spread all over the floor. “Y/N?”, the sound of crashing awoke Dave and he advanced towards the aisle; he will kill you if he sees this mess.

“Well, see you later Y/N,” the ‘crazy ramen thief’ shoved the ramen into your chest with a stupid grin- it made you want to punch him.

But what made you want to punch him, even more, was when he dashed out of the store, leaving you to blame for the mess.

You decided right then; you have a new enemy. At least you got the ramen.

23:04:01 » Friday 27th April 2018

It was the same for today as well, leave your apartment to go buy your evening meal. You took the same route, looked at the same things. You took a sharp left after leaving. Went along the thin path with the daisies and the ivy graffiti wall. Under the not-so-safe bridge with the not-so-clean river flowing past it. Past the snowy white cat. Then up the typically busy street. But then something happened that never happens on your route. You saw someone else. He had the same pace as you, slow steps that were leading him towards the convenience store that illuminated lime green in the distance.

The thought popped into your mind; you know that messy, dishevelled hair. It was 'crazy ramen stealer’. You didn’t stop to think for a moment when you bolted past him, leaving the thief in your dust. The wind was sweeping your hair over your shoulders and untangling messy knots. You felt the satisfaction of buying the last pot of ramen flow through your veins already; it pumped the adrenaline through you faster. Your legs stretched out further with each stride.

That, unfortunately, was your downfall. Legs. He had them; you didn’t.

You made a trivial mistake running past him- he recognised you instantly. He laughed at how pathetic you were; you couldn’t beat him. He lifted his feet and picked up the pace, breaking out into a sprint.

Panting resounded in your left ear as you saw the thief matching your movements with less amount of effort. This guy got your blood pumping- but in the wrong kind of way.

He smirked and you could’ve done it; you could’ve reached out and slammed your fist into his face. He was already gone, but not before snarky words dripped out of his foul mouth:

“Good evening. It’s Y/N, right? Well, sorry to make this greeting short, but I’ve got to go buy some ramen.”

You walked, clutching your stomach, puffing and panting, through the automatic doors of the store to be greeted, not with Dave, but with Dave selling the last pot of beef ramen to a grinning bastard. He walked past you with the smug look on his face you should be wearing and spoke.

“I’m Jin by the way. I have a feeling we will be meeting up more often.”

23:01:12 » Friday 4th May  2018

Today you planned to leave earlier- it’s only a few minutes but that could make the difference between losing and winning with Jin.

Jin.

The name haunted you for all of last week; his name and face stuck in the back of your mind, he was the source of the burning feeling you were experiencing; the reason you were getting so competitive over just ramen.

You didn’t take a moment to appreciate the reasons why you come out here so late. Your steps were hasty; flying straight past the snowy cat, not stopping to scratch her. You made it onto the typically busy streets; the air at night-time was definitely different. It felt bitter but when you breathed it in you felt warm. You couldn’t describe the feeling in words- like you were at home while standing outside.

Lime green lights flickered into your vision and the sign that had imprinted itself into your mind came into view. Your stroll became a skip as you entered the store.

Jin was nowhere in sight- brilliant. Joyfully, you skipped to the back aisle and grabbed your favourite drink and took a U-turn to the third.

It was sitting there perfectly on the shelf. Untouched. It felt strange just being able to grab it like this- you missed the competition a little.

You slammed the ramen and drink on the counter triumphantly and handed your money over to Dave. You had a smirk on your face, but he wasn’t here to see it, making it feel pointless.

Stepping out of the store and inhaling the night air once again you thought about waiting for him; just for gloating purposes obviously. It was a silly thought and you brushed it off. You didn’t want it to seem like you care. You plodded down the few steps and looked up to see the one and only; you hid the ramen behind your back.

“Hello there, Y/N,” he said your name differently, it was dragged out longer; it was said with a little more power. You couldn’t admit to yourself that you got excited whenever he said it. Maybe because it was him was saying it.

“Don’t even bother hiding it, I already saw you skip in there and buy it.”

“So you stalked me,” he turned while scoffing at your assumption.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I just happened to see you through the window,” you nodded at him while pushing past his shoulder- you wanted to be petty.

“Well, this is a goodbye, Jin, I’m going to enjoy my ramen,” you wiggled the pot in his face and turned on your heel to walk a confident stride home. Even though he didn’t want to, Jin couldn’t help but watch you walk away from him.

23:05:02 » Friday 11th May 2018

You couldn’t believe it- you were late. It may have been by a few seconds, but you were still late.

Sprinting seemed pointless now as you saw him standing outside the store, plastic bag in hand. But when you saw him, you felt yourself start to run faster.

You approached him and he jolted at your presence, looking extremely panicked you were actually here. You smirked and thought it was cute for like one second. Just one small second.

“So you were waiting for me?”

“For ages. You really need to start working out,” his retaliation struck a chord with you.

“You need to clean out that dirty mouth of yours.” A hearty chuckle/squeak was heard from behind you as you decided to just walk away from him; you didn’t win this week.

“Where are you going?”, you have never twisted around so fast. Why was he asking?

“I didn’t win, so I’m leaving,” you corrected him, and he began slowly nodding looking every but your gaze. You set off walking away again when Jin finally said what he was dodging around and groaned before saying it.

“Wait! There was two this time,” he was telling the truth as he pulled out two beef ramens from the plastic bag, “do you want it or not.” The question sent a small flame to your chest, the chilled night cooled it down again. Your first instinct was to say yes to this 'crazy ramen thief’. You noticed your favourite drink laying in the bottom of the bag- it made your heart soft.

You were hesitant at first; there would be lots of bickering if you sat and ate with him. You didn’t want to start hating him; he didn’t even seem that bad of a guy, but he stole your ramen. “Fine.”

01:45:08 » Saturday 12th May 2018

“Jin! Stop it,”

“Y/N, come on, you can’t hate a classic.”

“I don’t, but it’s coming out of your mouth,” you flicked his forehead again; you can’t remember how many times you have done that tonight.

You were right when you thought there would be bickering for the better half of the night; at the moment Jin thought it was hilarious to hum the Batman theme tune in your ear, you, on the other hand, did not. Your eardrum was beginning to ache and you felt the need to blame it entirely on Jin.

What you didn’t expect, was to learn so much about him. You found out you were right about his earring, hair, and the confidence he has with his face (a little too confident), and learnt much more about this intriguing character.

“Okay, I concede, I’ll stop,” you didn’t mean to let out a heavy sigh, but the relief of not hearing 'dunununun batman’ again was an amazing feeling.

Taking a moment to breathe and relax in the silence was a rare moment with Jin, but now that you’re experiencing being with him for more than 3 minutes, it’s wasn’t so awful. A raw gust of air drifted through you and Jin, biting at you on your nose and ears; you snuggled further into your jumpers collar, you waited for the harsh wind to pass before emerging again.

“Do you know your nose and ears turn red when your cold,” Jin was speaking in a softer tone than before, it sounded much better than the annoying hums.

You reached and covered your nose- you did not know that. He laughed at your sudden shyness; it was a nice contrast from your normally confident personality.

“Don’t worry. It’s cute,” he grabbed his drink and began sipping. You hadn’t said a word and dropped your hand, shocked. It was obvious you weren’t answering any time soon; he started panicking, chugging the drink so he didn’t have to speak to you.

“Jin uhm” your voice was out of the blue and it made Jin start choking on the drink.

“Are you okay,” you started hitting his back in hopes it will help- it didn’t.

He swatted at you and stood up and away from your surprisingly strong smack. “I’m good,” his reply was short and combined with strained coughs, “I should go.”

He grabbed his plastic bag and started running away from you quicker than he was last week.

“Bye!”, he lifted his hand as he ran away and left you alone; you could still hear his small coughs from far away.

“What a strange man.”

23:03:59 » Friday 25th May 2018

Today felt a little different. There was only one pot of ramen there. Last week ended the same as before; there were two pots there so you ate together. But…

It was weird because you thought you would be eating with Jin again- no matter how much you two bickered, you didn’t mind the company.

But now you weren’t spending this Friday night with him, and it bugged you more than you thought it would.

“Y/N, hey,” Jin glided through the doors and past the aisles, “you grab the ramen and I’ll get the drinks.”

He had become so casual with you- it was freaking you out. You had only known this man for six weeks; you had sworn him off as your enemy; you only talked to him a little. Now he was acting like a friend and you realised you didn’t want that at all. You wanted more which was even scarier.

He happily stepped up next to you and followed your gaze to the one pot of beef ramen.

“Oh, there’s only one. We could share it.”

“No,” you answered almost immediately and stepped away, “I don’t want to eat with you.”

“No?”, he claimed in a hurt tone and just looked at you, “We’ve been eating together for the past two weeks.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to eat with you anymore,” you started walking out towards the door and away from this emotional mess you were feeling; if you were around him it got worse, and it terrified you as you haven’t even known him that long.

Your hand was taken from your side and you were pulled to face Jin, “why not? You know I’m actually starting to like you… just a little.”

“Me too.”

“Good, so can we just buy-”, you forced your hand from his grip and stepped back in surrender- the weird clenching feeling in your heart was becoming overwhelming.

“No Jin, I like you, it’s not like how you see me,” you stated as you slowly stepped back, “it’s weird, we’ve only known each other for six weeks. I should just go,” you spun and dashed out the door before his hand could catch you again and didn’t stop running till you made it to the familiar snowy white cat.

She called out to your distressed form and you promptly answered with the usual chin scratch. You sighed and rested your head in your spare hand as you continued scratching the stray cat.

You really couldn’t see Jin again after you said that.

00:02:42 » Saturday 2nd June 2018

The streets were dead.

Jin sat at the table outside of the lime green convenience store, two pots of ramen laid out neatly with chopsticks next to each one. It had been an hour; he knew you weren’t coming, but he waited there in the darkness still.

He played with the lid on one of the pots, entertaining himself as the Batman theme song left his lips in a hum.

Jin really needed to see you after he heard what you said.

23:20:57 » Friday 15th June 2018

He wasn’t going to wait two hours for you again. He chucked the untouched ramen into the trashcan with hostility. It had been two weeks- you still wouldn’t show up at your place. Your place?

He knew you were right when you said it was strange and scary to feel this way about someone you only just met; he understood as he was experiencing it himself.

23:00:00 » Friday 22nd June 2018

You dragged your feet along the thin path; you barely noticed the daisies and ivy anymore.

You took your time under the not-so-safe bridge.

Past the snowy white cat that always rested on that wall; not ignoring her on purpose and forgot her usual small chin scratch.

Then up the typically busy street.

You missed the noise, specifically Jin’s noise. You hadn’t seen him for three weeks and it frightened you that you were still grieving over him. You hadn’t noticed how much he had an impact on your weekly schedule.

You lugged yourself through the door and neglected Dave, leaving him in an awkward position of being halfway through a hello. It was straight to the third aisle; you haven’t been in a great mood because of Jin, you needed some ramen.

You looked the same as you did those ten weeks ago: sweatpants, stained jumper, Cheeto dust everywhere, and messed up hair. Before, when you were seeing Jin every week, you didn’t realise you dressed up a little more. It all felt stupid now.

Once again, the ramen was nearly in your grasp, so close before it was snatched away and you were pulled towards your thief. The crazy ramen thief.

“You know if you would’ve just listened to me I wouldn’t have had to wait for you here every Friday.”

“Jin-”

“No, don’t say my name,” he loosened his grip on the pot and let it drop between you two, “You left me for three weeks… I missed you.”

You were dismayed and the three words threw you off track- he didn’t let you get a word in.

“I missed the strange ramen competition we had, it was ours- it was fun to see how determined you were to win against me,” he brought the cup back up to chest level, “your such an idiot, I liked you too. I know how scary it is for you to go from hate to love so suddenly.”

“Liked?”, you questioned him with caution, still unsure of what he was saying. He scoffed and tugged the ramen pot so you were in position.

“I have feelings for you too,” he spoke softly and his breath fanned on your lips before he leaned in and embraced you in a warm kiss.

Somehow the ramen pot stayed in between you two; figuratively and literally.

23:10:34 » Friday 15th February 2020

“Grab the ramen, I’ll get the drinks,” Jin shouted as he ran to the end aisle.

“There’s only one,” you shouted across the store as you frantically examined the shelf, but there was nothing in sight. You and Jin were unable to celebrate valentines yesterday so today’s plan was unplanned and spontaneous, but the familiar feeling of being here again was nostalgic as you looked back on how you and Jin met.

You chuckled to yourself at how stupid you two were.

“What are you laughing at, freak,” a bottle was placed on your head and Jin stood tall behind your petite size; you turned and grabbed the bottle and giggled again.

“Nothing,” you left him in the third aisle and arrived at the counter.

Dave, sadly, no longer worked at the convenience store and you were greeted with an unfamiliar and foreign face, “just these then?”

You and Jin walked, hand in hand, out of the store unto the typically busy street.

Past the snowy white cat.

Under the now fixed bridge and clean river.

Up to the thin path that no longer had daisies but the ivy was still standing strong.

And arrived at your now shared apartment to enjoy your beef ramen together.

[jinstronaut]

a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 328

[nsfwtaegis]

ur so cute

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Don't Blame Me Part Two - Seokjin & Grace

Jungkook had unofficially moved in.

Since Seokjin had walked out of their argument over a week ago, Jungkook had walked in and not left. His clothes and shoes had taken residence in the spare room with some of his gym equipment and Bam’s bed was put pride of place near the TV in the living room. Whether she wanted him to or not, Jungkook wasn’t going to leave his noona alone.

The moment he had received the message from Seokjin about the argument, Jungkook had woken himself up, took a quick shower, asked his brother to mind Bam for the night and made his way over to Grace’s apartment. Of course, he had a key as he was the favourite child. And there he had found her, on her bed, in tears.

He knew, somewhat, about the reason for the argument. The rest of the boys had been over the moon when the two eldest announced their relationship to them and the company and had been supportive from day one, they also knew how unforgiving the KPop industry could be to their idols who announced their relationship. The company had advised the two to keep it secret until a time came along when it could be announced appropriately. Of course, they had planned to announce it around Seokjin’s military service after the tour but then COVID and everything else happened so delays, delays, delays - in more ways than one.

Jungkook could understand his hyung’s frustration at not being allowed to be seen by the public and he could understand the want to protect Grace but she was unselfish. She always put others in front of her when it came to her own projects, thoughts and dreams. Her solo album had been pushed back so many times so they could put BTS’ projects and others' solo projects first. She thought of ARMY’s views constantly and she knew what people expected of her, what they didn’t expect of her, what they needed to see and the like.

It was an impossible situation and one, Jungkook knew, would not be healed quickly.

Jimin and Taehyung had made visits as well, declaring one night to be a sleepover. They pulled Grace’s mattress into the living room and brought over a load of snacks, putting their noona in the middle of them and holding onto her while they slept.

Yoongi had also made a visit. He had taken one look at Grace and muttered under his breath and then left.

Namjoon and Hobi hadn’t made an appearance yet but there had been constant update checks with Jungkook on the situation and they had been keeping an eye on Seokin as well.

They all knew there was no blame on either parties but they were just as stubborn.

Grace was fast asleep next to Jungkook who was updating the group chat of schedules as they had their Permission to Dance Seoul concert in two months. Surprisingly, Bang-PD gave the group a week off - he was protective of Grace like the rest of them and the news she had emotionally broken down had shaken him like the others.

Jungkook glanced over as Grace turned over and he reached over, tucking the sheets around her. She had done nothing other than quietly cry, sleep, shower then repeat. It was odd to be the one looking after her when she had done nothing but look after him since he first arrived at the dorm.

His cheek pressed against her shoulder blade, listening to her breathe as his eyes turned to the group chat. There was nothing from Seokjin though he had made his schedules according to their manager and he was keeping busy. There was a rumour going around that a yelling match between Seokjin & Yoongi had happened only yesterday but no one had confirmed it.

Speaking of Yoongi.

The door to the bedroom opened and Yoongi poked his head around, glancing at the maknae snuggled up against his noona and Bam taking up the space at the end of the bed.

“Has she woken up yet?”

Jungkook looked up then towards his mother, shaking his head as he pushed himself up to prop his back against the wall. “Not yet. I think she was awake for most of the night though, I could hear her moving around in the kitchen but she’s fast asleep now.”

Yoongi hummed and leaned against the door, slight concern littering his face. “She needs to eat something, she’s got rehearsals starting on Monday, we all do. I don’t know what Jin-hyung is going to do but I hope they sort this out before then.”

It was hard to suppress the snort but Jungkook managed to do it, folding his arms across his chest. “He needs to pull his head out of his backside first.”

As much as Yoongi wanted to reprimand the youngest, he wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Try to wake her up in a bit if you can. I’ve got some food out there.”

Jungkook nodded and Yoongi left them to it, closing the door behind him.

“Noona, how do I make this better?” Jungkookie muttered against her hair where he rested his head on top of hers. It broke him to see her like this as she was always the strongest and the one who protected the rest but maybe that was the problem. Maybe she had taken all their worries and problems on and never allowed them to feel the burden until her own became too much.

Bam’s ears perked up at the sound of loud voices coming from the kitchen and Jungkook perked up, frowning as he slid off the bed to see what was going on.

If it had been any other situation other than the one they were in, Jungkook would have collapsed onto the floor in giggles at the sight of short Yoongi squaring up to his hyung, almost standing on tiptoes to go nose to nose.

“Hyungs! Hyungs! You need to be quiet otherwise you’ll wake her up,” Jungkook ran over and made a shushing motion with his hand.

“Give me an hour with her Yoongi-ah. I need to speak to her.”

“Last time you did that you walked out and left us to clear up the pieces because you were thinking of yourself and not her. She needs someone who is going to be her backbone and support system, to be her light. And the only person who has done that right now is Jungkook,” Yoongi pointed at the youngest who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Seokjin sighed and ran a hand through dishevelled hair.

“I know. I know I’m an idiot. I realised that the moment I left. And I’ve thought on that every day so let me speak to her.”

Yoongi remained steadfast but after a gentle tug on his arm by Jungkook, he somewhat relented. “You’ve got an hour. Jungkook and I will leave you to it but we’ll be back in an hour. Bam stays.”

Jin rolled his eyes and ignored his dongsaengs, moving automatically to Grace’s bedroom. Bam had now moved to Grace’s left side, leaving her right free so Jin kicked off his shoes and laid down by her side.

“I’m sorry,” he quietly said. His crooked fingers brushed her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry for what I did and said and what I didn’t say. I’ve realised that this whole relationship is more than us - it’s Jungkook, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung and ARMY. It’s BigHit and your parents and my parents. It’s everyone yet no one.”

Grace said nothing, still asleep but she did roll over so she was facing Jin.

“I’ve decided that I want to go to the military as soon as possible so we don’t have to hide anymore but I want you to make the decision about what we announce and what we don’t announce. We shouldn’t have to hide but we should protect who we are as well. I’ll follow your decision.”

He should have known she was being too quiet and he got the fright of his life when he glanced up to see a pair of eyes looking back at him.

There was a small smile on Grace’s lips at his reaction and he blew out a breath, pressing a hand to his chest.

“Warn a man next time.”

“I think you’re right as well,” Grace whispered, her voice croaky from the lack of use and from the amount of crying she had done. “I don’t want to hide but I want to protect us and everyone. I’m sure ARMY would be accepting but right now, we need to be careful. If you want to do it when you go to the military then that’s what we’ll do.”

“BigHit’s power couple?” Jin questioned, holding up his fist.

Grace chuckled at the nickname their managers had given them in the early days. “BigHit’s power couple,” Grace confirmed by pressing her fist to his.

They were found an hour later by Yoongi and Jungkook, fast asleep and holding onto each other. “Guess that means I’m getting kicked out,” Jungkook muttered as he and Yoongi packed up the food.

However, he stayed for another week, enjoying having his parents back together. 

[ahundredtimesover]

The Light of Dead Stars (Epilogue) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Chapter Warnings: Foul language; talks of pregnancy; explicit sexual content (breast play, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 10.5k

A/N: We have reached the end! I wished this story got a bit more love, but regardless, it was wonderful being able to write about Jin and falling in love with him even more. To those who read with me and to those who are just about to dive in, thank you. The messages have been so lovely to read. I hope you enjoy this, too.💕

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Series summary:  Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.  

Jin takes the carry-on bag from your hand and puts it over his shoulder, then holds your now-free hand and smirks before he kisses it.

“Smooth, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’re so cheesy, stop it,” you chuckle, nudging him to the side.

You’ve both just checked in the airport and are wandering around before heading to the lounge for lunch. You and Jin decided to leave on a Thursday afternoon, while the rest of your family and friends opted to leave the next day. You don’t want to be too harassed when you arrive in Spain, and you also want to make sure that everything is settled for your guests when they get there.

You’re buzzing with excitement. You’ve been reading up on all the Michelin-star restaurants in San Sebastián and all the other markets and famous dishes in the city, and you can’t wait to try them all. You’re finally able to fully enjoy another country with your husband without the stress of work, and no, France doesn’t really count. There are food tours, cooking classes, and a ton of nearby cities to explore and get lost in. And the fact that you’ll be enjoying some of them with your family and friends adds to the exciting feeling.

You’re about to make a turn for the first-class lounge when a familiar face startles you, and you immediately call her name.

“Seri!” 

She looks up from her phone, her face contorting in surprise before she gives you her genuine, sweet smile.

“___!” 

She scurries to where you are and excitedly bows to you. She’s a lot more shy and conscious towards Jin, though, and you don’t blame her. The last time they met, he was angry and walked out on her, and you’d been the one to defend her to him during the time when things had gotten too much. 

“Hi! It’s nice to see you again,” you greet her, then you tug your husband’s hand.

“Hey, Seri,” he greets. “How have you been?”

Her face relaxes and you’re glad she’s found her joyful spirit again. 

“I’ve been great! I laid low for a while since, uh, yeah… and there haven't been any unfortunate instances since I spoke with Sejeong,” she responds. “She’s been checking up on me and that’s been incredibly helpful. How about both of you?”

“We’re doing fine, too. Things have looked up for us and we’re going on a vacation, actually,” you smile. “What about you? Where are you headed to?”

“Oh, that’s great! You two do deserve a break,” she says quite shyly. “And I’m heading to Japan. I actually got the courage to apply for a position in our Tokyo office and I fortunately got accepted. What you said stuck with me, you know? About not letting that whole experience ruin me for anyone else, especially for myself, and, well… I also kept thinking that I’ve just been settling for all these years.”

She glances at Jin as she says the last bit, and he catches it, too. It’s not out of spite, you could tell, as somehow she still says it with a glimmer of fondness in her eyes. 

“I realized that maybe if I take a step out of my comfort zone, things can surprise me, and moving to Japan felt like the first step - still a little bit familiar but still new. And I’m really excited.”

“That sounds great, Seri! I’m glad that the thought stuck with you. It was all I could offer at that time,” you reply.

“It helped a lot, so thank you. And thanks to Jin, too. I’m really happy for the both of you, and I truly mean it.”

Jin offers her a smile; he thinks it’s all he could give her, other than an apology.

“I just want to say sorry for how I acted the last time,” he says, looking into her eyes to let her know he means every word. “I was completely out of line and acted like we didn’t share anything in the past. ___ had to knock some sense into me but she shouldn’t have had to. I shouldn’t have been an asshole and put the blame on you, so I apologize. I hope you can forgive me.”

“It’s okay, Jin,” Seri responds. “We do things we don’t mean when we’re hurt and angry, and I understand. I’ve forgiven you a long time ago, so I hope you’re not hard on yourself. You copped yourself an incredible woman; I’m kinda jealous,” she giggles. 

The twinkle in her eyes and the sweetness of her laughter is back, and there’s that feeling of acceptance and joy that overtakes him. So much has happened between them in the past few years and more seems to have happened to them individually in the few months since they’ve last seen each other, but he feels that sense of relief that this is how they officially go in their separate ways. 

Seri was that sweet and charming young woman who was just trying to figure out her place in the world when they first met. And Jin was that seemingly confident man who had to keep going despite the pressure and expectations put on him. It was in each other that they found that little space of comfort, of pleasure, of fleeting happiness that would eventually end. 

And now here they are. Seri is off to start a new phase of her life in another country, and Jin will be starting his with you, the woman with whom he’s found his permanence - of joy and love and excitement and comfort. 

“Well, we’re really happy for you, too,” you say this time. “And I’d tell you to say hi to my brother, Jung Hoseok, for me, but I’ll be enjoying our vacation with him, so maybe next time?”

“Oh my goodness! You’re siblings?!” She gasps. “I should’ve put the pieces together! I can’t believe this. I admire him so, so much! And he’s also so handsome.”

“He’s quite the Casanova there, I heard,” you chuckle, even more when she looks visibly embarrassed at outing herself to you. “But I’m really excited for you, Seri. I hope this new start is all you imagined it to be.”

“Likewise,” she smiles. “I’ll go ahead. Have a safe trip, you two! Bye!”

Jin waves her goodbye and glances one last time as she heads the opposite direction.

And just like that, the light, the star, has been extinguished. 

Loading your luggages in the trunk of the car, Jin speaks to the chauffeur before guiding you inside.

“Oh come on, you speak Spanish, too?!” You exclaim.

Jin laughs at your shocked face. “My closest friend during grad school was Spanish, and we would teach each other our native languages and cook each other food. He was a good teacher and I learned the basics from him. He was just a pretty bad cook so I didn’t get to appreciate Spanish cuisine from him.”

“That sounded more than basic, though.”

“Maybe advanced basic?” He chuckles. “I try to practice. Father always says that learning another language is good for business. But I’m not all that good. I can assure you, however, that we’re never gonna get lost here.”

“Hmm, nice. Adds to the list of reasons why my husband is pretty hot and amazing,” you hum. 

“Ah, so that exists. So tell me, did you think it was hot when you first heard me speak French?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Not really, I just thought it was cool. I didn’t really give a shit about you in that way during that time,” you tease. 

“Ugh, brat.”

It's an over-an-hour car ride to your hotel, and Jin switches languages to speak with the chauffeur who is helpful in suggesting places and nearby cities to visit. You and Jin plan to set your schedule during this whole trip later, and perhaps surprise your guests with little luxuries, too.

The hotel that Jin chose sits at the heart of the city. It’s grand and breathtakingly beautiful, and your suite has stunning views of the sea; you’re excited to know how your family will react to this, and you’re glad you’re able to spoil them like this as well.

Once the butler leaves, you drown yourself in the comfort of the couch and true to form, Jin comes over and rests his head on your lap. He asks for a kiss, claiming he didn’t get to do much of it given the full-day of traveling, and you indulge him, complete with the head massage that he loves so much.

You take a shower and rest for a bit before you head to a nearby restaurant for dinner while going over all the things you plan to do for the week. You then decide to enjoy your hotel’s offerings of pintxos and wine in your balcony while overlooking the beach to end the night, and of course, some lovemaking because somehow, the air in this region is making your husband much more irresistible.

You spend the next morning finalizing all the wedding details - from visiting the venue, doing a tasting of the dishes to be served, and then trying on your outfits for the big day. It feels so intimate going through your wedding preparations like this. You didn’t plan the first one, and you were frankly too preoccupied with work to be even remotely sentimental or emotional about that.

But it’s different this time, as Jin wants it to be perfect. He’s gotten your taste in food and design to a tee so you don’t have much to comment on. You’re just amazed that he’s able to plan all of it on his own, and he credits it to being decisive and having connections in the industry. He was able to book everything without a hitch, after all. 

After having lunch at a seafood restaurant, you welcome his siblings and your friends, who all took the same flight, and then some time after, your family arrives. Jin’s parents make it in time for dinner at a restaurant that overlooks the sea, and the sunset is spectacular as you all enjoy amazing food amidst the conversations going on.

“We’re really thankful that you all could make it on such short notice,” Jin says as the chatters die down. “It means a lot to us that you could join us on this special occasion.”

“Yeah well, you offered to pay for it,” Jungkook pipes in. “We wouldn’t have made it otherwise, so thanks, Mr. Rich Handsome Man Jin. I’m glad we could be here for you and my best friend, too.”

“Thanks, Kook, how sweet,” you playfully roll your eyes. “And Jin, you’re too formal. This is a special occasion for us, yes, but also for our loved ones here. We’ve come a long way, I could say. And we’re just really happy that you’re all here. I mean, my sister is here! It rarely ever happens that she gets days off.”

“Don’t be surprised if my brother paid off her employer to let her go for a week,” Taehyung laughs, prompting you and your whole family to look at Jin in shock, who merely shrugs and tries to act innocently, and you know you won’t get a straight answer from him if you asked.

“Please, enjoy dinner. The tab is open in the bar under our name,” Jin says, to the delight of your friends. “And if you could keep your afternoon and evening free tomorrow, that would be great. We booked a spa day for everyone and then we’ll have dinner at the hotel.”

“What is spa day, Uncle Jjan?” Geonhoo asks. “Do we get one, too?”

Everyone chuckles at the little one’s question, but you tell them that they get to spend the day at the children's center while their parents get pampered, and that seems to be good enough for them. 

Jin’s parents seem to be just taking everything in and not speaking much, perhaps trying to get used to being around both of you again. But they send you soft smiles when you look their way, and that’s really all you could ask for. They’re here and they seem happy, and they were really the missing piece that you and Jin needed for this trip to be all that you want it to be.

You and Jin spend the next morning with your family, as you rarely get to be with them. You see Miyeon twice a year at most, so you want to spoil her as much as you can. You join them as you explore the city, past churches and quaint alleys, past street side food halls and boutique stores. 

Your family is in awe of everything, and you made sure that you got to pay for their trip and give them something memorable in return for all that they’ve done for you. Of course, that includes feeding them amazing food as well. You promise them only the most delicious things to eat during their stay here. 

There’s a bit of time to rest before your schedule at the spa, and it’s one you’re quite excited about. The last time you had something similar to this was during your “honeymoon” in Saint-Tropez, and it was an interesting experience, as you and Jin reminisce while you stay in the hot tub of your assigned suite. 

“It was so awkward trying not to be awkward while we were getting our massages,” he laughs. “I couldn’t look at you and the therapist was looking curiously at me for being so conscious.”

“You could’ve just acted sleepy the whole time, you know, or at least, acted interested without being creepy,” you say, sipping your lemonade. 

“Ah, well, there were lots of times during that trip wherein I wasn’t sure how to act,” he replies. “Things were changing for me and I was confused and that spa day was a challenge. I wanted it to end so badly.”

“I just tried not to mind you,” you chuckle. “I’ve never been pampered that way and I had to savor it so sucks for you.”

“Now, though, I want to take our time here.” 

“And do what?” You arch your eyebrow.

“Hmm, you know…” he hums, asking for your hand and pulling you to sit on his lap. His mouth immediately going to your chest to suck on your pert nipples and kiss your chest. “This and more.”

You moan in pleasure, your hips reflexively grinding against him as your head lolls back. “Ah, this is what you plan to do, huh?” You say, whimpering as he makes it to your neck and licks a spot he nibbles on. “We might not make it to dinner on time.”

“We will, that’s why I scheduled it for 8,” he responds, reaching your lips now and kissing you deeply. 

His tongue slides in, entangling with yours passionately that you feel yourself get lost in his taste, in his movements, in his hand that’s kneading your breast. With you tugging the ends of his hair, he moans into you, and you pull away before you get tempted to sink into his hardened cock that's poking your belly; the tub isn’t the safest place to have sex, after all, and you don’t want to risk it.

“I’ll be tempted to do more if we keep going, love,” you giggle, nibbling his lower lip before you completely let him go. 

“That’s why we’re on a honeymoon,” he whines, making you sit in between his legs after you remove yourself from him.

“We get married tomorrow, so the honeymoon starts after,” you correct him. “We still have to behave, especially since our family and friends are here. Just a few days, and you’ll have me to yourself again. You planned that.”

While you and Jin will be staying in the city during your entire stay, his family will be heading to Portugal, your family will travel to Madrid, while your friends - including Yoongi, whom Jin instructed to take a break, too - will be staying in Barcelona. You’ll at least have some time with them before they leave, and you want to make the most of that, too.

“I know. I also planned to have you the entire afternoon with me here,” he says, kissing your cheek now.

“Hmm, the San Sebastián air really got you crazy for me, huh?” You tease. 

“You underestimate me, ___. I’m crazy about you all the time!”

“Shush, I’m not used to you being cheesy.”

You tease each other until you both make it out of the hot tub, then you call the therapists for your 1-hour body scrub, which you spend giggling like teenagers because you wanted to know if the scrub tasted like coffee, too. But you do feel much cleaner and even lighter, and you’re both left alone, knowing you have time before the next session begins.

Jin’s hands have a life on their own once you enter the shower to rinse, as he just can’t take them off of you - they’re all over you, feeling and caressing you in places as if you won’t be having a massage later on. He helps you clean yourself and you motion for him to switch places with you so you could do the same. It’s really just an excuse to feel him up. 

Your husband is built in an intimidatingly handsome way. It’s deceiving, really, as his long limbs make you think that’s all he is, but underneath the clothes are his delicate-looking yet wide shoulders, his toned arms, and his smooth and honey-skinned chest that flows down to his gorgeous abs and tiny waist. He feels so good under your touch, especially when it causes certain parts to harden even when you just graze them. Somehow, he looks even more breathtaking all wet from the shower, and you have to will your heartbeat to slow down.

Or not. You control your time here, as Jin reminded the therapists that you’ll buzz them whenever you’re ready for the next service. And so you don’t mind, as your hand travels to where he needs it most, and he responds with a grunt and his deep, dark brown eyes boring into you. 

He kisses you desperately, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other cups your cunt, massaging it, sliding his fingers inside it, and playing with your swollen nub.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Want you so bad.”

“Need you,” you groan, as you feel yourself start to shake.

He turns you around, his arms caging you against the wall. He shuts the shower off and there’s nothing but the squelch of his fingers as they go in and out of you, and your joint moans of desire and pure lust as you continue feeling each other. 

Wanting more, he lifts your leg at an angle that allows him perfect access, and that’s what he does - his hardened cock enters you slowly until he’s snug inside you, feeling your warm walls take all of him in, and your sounds of pleasure urging him on.

“So good for me,” you keen. “Always so good for me.”

He kisses you again, slower this time, as he tries to match the pace of his body against yours. It’s intimate, loving, and really just the start of it because pretty soon, he’s securing your head in his hand and he’s quickening his thrusts. You feel the assault on your pussy and it feels so good, especially when he tells you to touch yourself, and the pleasure is so overwhelming that you come easily, without a warning, and even he moans at the feel of your slick on his cock.

“Can you go another round?” He asks, heaving and kissing your forehead, and you know he’s still got more left in him. 

You pant your yes, and immediately after, he removes himself from you and leads you to the bench in the shower, urging you to sit on his lap. You align your entrance with his dick, sinking down; feeling him in this angle is different but just as good, especially with his eyes following your every movement, with him sultrily biting his lips as he revels in the way you like when you’re positioned like this. 

He starts with his tongue doing wonders on your hardened buds, teasingly licking the tips to let you feel just enough of the sensation. 

His hands guide you up and down after, and everything is so euphoric that all you could do is hold onto his shoulders to keep you steady, even if the rest of your body is hurting so good with the pleasure and the physical effort it needs to feel all this.

“It’s okay, just relax,” he says, feeling your muscles tense now. “Let me do the work. I’ll take care of you, just hold on tightly.”

So you do, and he grips your thighs, secures his hold, and starts hammering into you from underneath. He pushes himself up and you clench around him so you could hear that sweet sound of his moans. You take control of the kiss this time, wanting him to reach his high, too, and it’s your tightening walls once he hits your end that does it for him. 

“Shit,” he heaves, slowing down now. “I could do this everyday. Screw work, let’s just fuck all the time.”

“Hmm, you’re funny,” you say, moaning as you continue to grind against him. Jin looking and sounding sinful has caused that coil in your belly once more.

You start feeling it again, and he stops your attempt at touching yourself so he could do it himself, liking your fucked out look as he pleasures you while he softens inside you, but he swears he’s starting to get hard again. You moan his name, feeling it build up once more, so he pulls you close and sucks that sensitive part near your ear while he continues pleasuring your clit, and add to his growls, you start to completely lose it, shaking on his lap now as your thighs start to tire. But the pain feels so good and that’s what sex is like with him - it’s absolutely heavenly. You come again, and you lean on his shoulder as you come down from the high.

“Did I make you pregnant?“ He asks once you’ve recovered, but you recognize the playful tone of his voice. 

“Oh, is that what you wanted?” You arch an eyebrow.

“I’m teasing. I know you’re not ovulating yet.”

“How’d you know?”

“You shared your tracking app with me, remember? But I know we still have to meet the doctor and all,” he says. “Gotta make sure everything is safe and ready for the little Kim that’s gonna grow inside this sexy belly of yours.”

“How is it that you make everything sound ridiculous,” you chuckle, accepting his help to get off his lap. 

“Seriously though, I can’t wait for us to become parents. Maybe I should plan a baby-making trip, too. What do you think? What’s the sexiest city in the world?”

“Oh goodness, I can’t believe I’m married to you sometimes.”

Jin thankfully behaves for the rest of the session. After your massage, you have your facial treatment, then you get your nails done, then your hair. You feel like a new person, but more importantly, you feel ready for tomorrow’s big day. 

Your friends and family say as much when you meet them for dinner, and later that night, as you fall asleep in the safety of your husband’s arms, he whispers just how much he loves you, and that he hopes he gets to say everything he wants to in front of all the people you love, so they could feel, too, all that he feels for you.

The perfect weather greets you the next day, as you and Jin enjoy your breakfast on your balcony. You plan to stay in in the morning before you get fixed up and head to the venue before your guests do. Something about doing things differently the second time around makes you want to surprise them, perhaps to show how you and Jin are together. They haven’t seen the venue nor your outfits, and you can’t wait to see them be surprised at how everything has been set up, including you.

Jin helps you zip up your dress and puts on your accessories. It’s not typical for both bride and groom to be dressing each other up but you think it’s part of the fun this time, including ogling each other as you both look at yourselves in the mirror.

You have on a simple strapped, sweetheart dress. It’s tea-length and flowy, and you twirl around to show your husband the freedom of movement you have, unlike your long-trained, lace gown from your first wedding. Jin, like you, is in a gold polo and white suit and trousers, and as you expected, he’s stunning with his side-swept hair and brown sunglasses. 

“Shall we, Mrs. Kim?” He turns to you.

“We shall, Mr. Kim.”

He takes your hand and you are driven to a nearby quaint town where the winery, which sits between picture-perfect mountains and streams, is located. The venue for the ceremony overlooks a stunning view, and you could already imagine enjoying a good meal as the sun sets. 

You stay in the holding room while your guests arrive, and not long after they’ve settled in do you and Jin walk down the aisle hand-in-hand, looking like the 100-100 good-looking power couple that you are. 

Everyone gushes, and true to form, Dara yells how, for the first time, she’s crushing on you more than she’s crushing on your husband, but that he’s “pretty close.” Geonhoo squeals your name and how pretty you are, while Ji-hoo screams how handsome her Uncle Jjan is. It’s such a chaotic yet intimate moment, and it’s really what you expected. You don’t expect Jin’s parents to look as emotional as they do, though; it’s the surprise you’re happiest about.

The event is more symbolic than anything, as the minister states. He shares a passage about love and friendship and family, and it’s the perfect lead up to your respective vows. 

“I’ll do the honors. May I?” Jin takes the mic, and you nod your approval.

He begins with thanking everyone present and why he was adamant on having this wedding here, and this soon, and with only the most important people in your lives present. 

“We’re making our promise to love each other to you, too,” he says, turning to them, “and we hope you promise to help us keep that promise to each other as well.”

Your friends and Taehyung, as expected, are the most vocal, and you glance at your parents and Jin’s, and there’s really nothing like their soft smiles and approving nods. 

Then, on a more serious note, Jin takes your hand and kisses it. 

“Hi again to my 100,” he cheekily smiles. “So we’re here in this gorgeous place, yet I still think you’re more beautiful than any view in this world.”

Everyone laughs as he immediately cringes, and you playfully smack his arm because that was “incredibly cheesy.” 

“I tried to practice it with a straight face but I laughed every time,” he explains. “But anyway, ___, we’re here, and I didn’t really think that in this lifetime, I’d be marrying the same woman twice. But if the first time was out of obligation, this time it’s out of choice. And it’s an unbelievable feeling to be doing this now, to be as in love as we are with each other, and to be excited for all that’s to come.”

You give him a smile. His voice sounds so sweet but you do spot a hint of nervousness in it, and it’s also quite adorable. 

“But as we and all those present know, it wasn’t always easy,” he huffs. “We held onto our own stars for years because they shone so brightly at one point, and we kept thinking that they will continue to, because for a long time, they were all we knew.”

The stars. Of course. You suppose that conversation with him at the Han River stuck with him like it did with you.

“But the universe finds ways to surprise us, I guess, because just as we were both learning to let go of those stars, we found each other and learned that, well, there’s something much better, brighter, closer, and that they’d been there the whole time; we just never really bothered to look. Or maybe you did, once, but you said I wasn’t your type so you didn’t really take a second glance, and imagine missing all this,” he adds, causing everyone to laugh again. But you nod vigorously because you insist that it’s true. 

“You took my hand and leaped with me, and we found ourselves in the most bizarre arrangement that, in hindsight, actually allowed us to be comfortable and real and vulnerable with each other. And that’s what did it for me - I’ve known one path my whole life and you… you keep me there, while also taking me to side streets and alleys, to paved and unpaved roads, to scenic routes and dark tunnels, all the while joining me in struggles and joy, laughing with me, joking with me, loving me. 

And like I said, it wasn’t easy; I almost lost you. More than once. But we chose to love even when we didn’t think we could again, even when it felt like the whole world was against us, even when it was the most difficult thing to do. I don’t think I could’ve done all that for just anyone, ___. It had to be you; it would only be you. Because you taught me that. That’s why I’ll be loving you for the rest of my life. I’ll be loving us and our future family for every day of my life.”

He ends with a wink, and the tears slide down your cheeks the same time that you laugh, because his ass just had to conclude it with a flirty yet silly gesture, but you also know it’s his trick to not cry. He seems to only prefer doing that with just you. 

You take his hand now and look him in the eyes; you know this unnerves him and he wiggles his eyebrows as his defense mechanism.

“Kim Seokjin,” you start. “You are probably one of the last people I ever thought I’d marry, let alone fall in love with, because you’re right, you’re not really my type.”

He scowls at you and you can’t help but laugh with everyone else. 

“You’re incredibly handsome, you’re brilliant and hardworking, you make me laugh, you cook me the best dishes after my mom, you listen to me, you take care of me, you protect me, keep me safe… you keep your promises, and you never leave my side. That’s why, because before you, I’d known no man who’d done all of that to me.”

His eyes soften, and he knows of all the pain that you had to bury, that you had to get past, just so you could open yourself again to someone else. 

“You showed me that we could be vulnerable and bare to another person while still being their strength. And like you, I think that’s what did it for me. We got to be ourselves while learning, laughing, eating, bickering, and holding each other when things were tough and scary and unfamiliar. And I know that every day we spend giving each other headaches and the best laughs and the warmest hugs, is a day I’ll want to have for the rest of my life - together, and hopefully with a little 100 in the future, too.”

He gives you a smile this time, and it melts your heart just how easy it is for both of you to get lost in each other like this. You could hear people sniffing and you already know it’s Jimin and Dara. 

The minister finally instructs you to seal the deal once again and Jin, being the dramatic man that he is, half-dips you into a deep and passionate kiss, the exact opposite of the very first one you shared. 

You pinch his ear because of that surprise and he yelps then laughs before finally hugging you. 

“I love you so much, ___. You make me so happy. My ear also hurts now.”

“You deserve that,” you hug him back. “But I love you, too.”

Your guests cheer and it’s a pretty long moment of hugging and greeting all of them while the servers prepare your early dinner. With amazing food that you and Jin chose, against the darkening sky over mountains and little villages - it’s all so perfect, even more when you and your husband finally have your slow dance that he insisted on, because he’d only ever do it in front of your families and friends. 🎵

“Do you remember our dance during our first wedding?” He asks, as you lean on his chest and listen to the beating of his heart in tune with the ballad playing.

“No. We didn’t have one.”

“Exactly. We said it would be weird.”

“It was awkward enough that we had to look in love; dancing would be over the top,” you chuckle. 

“I agree. All we did was laugh during our wedding because we were so amused at how we were able to make them believe that we were secretly dating,” he adds. 

You hum. “We could be actors, Jin. If this whole food thing doesn’t work out; we always have another option.”

“Nah, it only worked because I was comfortable. Like I said, that’s why,” he says, turning to you. “I didn’t feel like I had to impress you or anything, or act like some perfect, flawless being who was so sure of himself. I always felt like I could just be me when I’m with you.”

“Yup. When I tell my teammates you’re actually annoying and you have a weird laugh and you’re like a child sometimes, they don’t believe me.”

“Wow, way to maintain my image, ___,” he pinches your nose. 

“I’m showing them you’re human, okay?” You argue. 

You both go back and forth in bickering again, until your father asks for your hand, and Jin happily lets you go. 

“No more surprises this time?” Your father asks as he secures his hold on you. 

“Maybe the only surprise is that I’ve attracted a good man this time,” you joke. “And that I’ve learned to love one, too.”

“What’s important is that you didn’t give up on it. And I’m so happy that you didn’t,” he smiles, kissing your forehead. “And that he didn’t give up on you, too.”

There’s warmth in your heart at his statement, at the thought that even without talking much about your past, your father knows how hard it was, and just how much being with Jin now means to you. 

“Come to think of it, it’s like I took that bullet for you, too.”

He, as always, makes light of that incident, but he speaks the truth; it’s what got you here, after all.

You smile in agreement and look at Jin with his own moment with his mother, who cups his cheeks and looks at him like his eldest son again.

“I’ve missed you so much, you know that?” She says lovingly.

“Yeah? I almost thought you and Father were going to disown me,” Jin chuckles. 

“Never, my Son,” she pouts. “We may have overreacted a little bit, and we’re truly sorry; it was all so new, being disappointed in you. But you know us, we’d never be able to resist you. You’re our firstborn, Seokjin. We’ll always love you, and we’ll always want the best for you.”

“I love you, too,” he embraces her. “I guess I’ll learn more about this whole love thing when I become a father, huh?”

“You will. And guiding you in that role is something your Father is truly excited about. He talks about it a lot, he’s just a little shy to tell you directly.” 

Jin and his mother both laugh as they glance at the man in question, being forced by his grandchildren to dance to the song that’s playing. True to form, he can’t resist the little ones, too, so he takes their hands and twirls them around. 

Jin softens, thinking of his old man and his moments with your future kids, too. 

Then he finds you, laughing as you referee Jimin and Jungkook who are fighting over who gets to dance with you first. Jimin wins rock-paper-scissors, so you waltz with him first and trip on your second step. Next to you, Dara rejects Jungkook’s offer for a dance and asks you if she can dance with your husband instead.

“Sure, just don’t scare him,” you tease.

Dara scurries to Jin, who takes him from his sister, and she gasps as she takes her position.

“Holy shit, my best friend really hit the jackpot with you. And I can truly say that you, Mr. President, do not have any pores.” 

“I, uh, I’m human, Dara. I have those,” he laughs. “Is… that why you wanted to dance with me?”

“Partly. But also,” she glances around, “I just want to know if it’ll be weird if I ask your secretary out on a date. I have been waiting! I’m the one who always pursues my man and I wanted Yoongi to chase me this time but he’s sooooooo slow, I am losing patience! And I don’t know if it’s because he might think it’s weird so I want to know if it is because if it isn’t, then I’m now going to profess my love for him and—”

“Wait, I thought you just wanted to ask him out on a date…”

“Yeah, after I profess my love for him. I’ve made up my mind already, okay? I want him to know that I’m serious about him,” she pouts.

“Hey, of course it’s not weird. Yoongi just gets shy sometimes; he just needs a little nudge. So go there and tell him how you feel,” Jin says. “And do it now because he’s glaring at me and I’m afraid he’ll hate me forever.”

“Uh, okay! If this fails, I will take back what I said about my best friend hitting the jackpot with you.”

Dara leaves Jin hanging and walks to the bar where Yoongi is, and being free now, the little kids take their chance to dance with their other cool uncle.

On your end, you’re now dancing with your brother, and Hoseok’s smile is, and will always be, a ray of light to you. 

“You know, I told Miyeon everything that happened the past months, and she couldn’t help but cry,” he says. “She hates that she was too far away to comfort you, or to even know what was going on. She wishes she got to be with her big sister when things were hard.”

“Did you remind her that she was?” You smile. “During those dark days, she was always going to my dorm to make sure I was eating. You know I didn’t want her to worry about me this time; I didn’t want any of you to.”

“We can’t help it. We’ll always be protective of you, you know that.”

“I know,” you hum. “But you don’t have a reason to be anymore. Not as much, at least. Someone else is sharing that role with you. He’s a pretty cool guy, I’d say.”

“You really love each other,” Hoseok grins. “There’s that sparkle in your eyes I’ve never seen before. And that man bows down to you, ___. He literally worships the ground you walk on. It’s great to see.”

You nod in agreement and you both continue to talk about their Barcelona trip, until Dara’s voice echoes through the open space.

“He likes me, too,” she wails as she holds Yoongi’s hand while his other one covers his face in embarrassment. 

She pulls him closer to where you are, now joined by your husband in amusement. 

“I can’t wait for our fancy double dates!” Dara chirps.

“Hey, we’re part of that, too!” Jungkook chimes in.

“Couples only, Kook,” Dara shakes her head.

“Jimin and I can fake being a couple! We’ll just ask these two experts here and we’ll be fine!”

You smack Jungkook repeatedly and he yelps in fake pain because it’s him and he’s too built to feel that. 

“I’m kidding!” He laughs. “Even if it’s true.”

You scowl at him as you all fawn over the new couple, and you and Dara giggle as she tells you just how Yoongi shyly admitted that he’s liked her for a while but didn’t know if she was ready for a relationship. You take her up on the fancy double dates suggestion and tell her you’re glad that your own love story led her to the man of her dreams.

The party continues until later in the evening, and once the little ones have started to doze off, Taehyung suggests going to a club for the after-party.

“Tab’s on me,” he says. “No alcohol for me and my wife so we’ll be your babysitters. Let’s enjoy; the night is still young!”

Everyone cheers, and Jin’s parents offer to care for the kids so that Sejeong and Hyo-seop can join, too.

It’s a half-hour ride back to the city and you take the time to take a breather in the car, snuggling next to your husband who caresses and gazes at your ring-bearing hand.

“I never really took the time to appreciate this before,” he says. “I wish I got us new rings.”

“Well, it’s a good reminder of how we started,” you say, kissing his cheek. “We made something good out of it and now we’re here.”

He hums in agreement and kisses your forehead. Seeing you wiggle your feet, he asks for them as you say they’re starting to hurt. His adept hands massage them, and you moan internally at how he’s hitting the spots that hurt the most.

You make it to the club shortly after your friends do, and they’re already at the bar with Taehyung getting their orders, reiterating that he and Hyun-a will just enjoy the show tonight.

It’s a relatively chill place with good music and great booze. You already had some drinks during your reception but given your high tolerance for alcohol, you and Jin are still fine. 

Jungkook and Jimin are already partying it up with other tourists, dragging Miyeon and Hoseok with them; Sejeong and Hyo-seop are being all giggly college sweethearts in their own world; and Dara is already grinding on Yoongi who seems to be enjoying it all. You could swear the man is blushing, but he eventually takes control and just pulls her flushed against his chest, hugging her affectionately and now you swear that Dara is probably crying tears of joy. 

You’re seated on a stool, resting your feet a little bit and watching your group to make sure they’re still  alive, while Jin stays next to you, bopping his head to the beat. Neither of you do much of this back home unless Tae drags you, at which point you give in because your friends want to go, and you both end up babysitting everyone. But it’s your wedding night and there are other people who will be the responsible ones for the evening, so you nudge Jin and ask him if he wants to dance.

“Okay, but can we make out on the dance floor?”

You’d choke on your drink if you had one because he’s being so adorably sexy right now. “Is making out in public one of your fantasies, too?” You giggle.

“Sort of? I know it’s so tame but it’s not like we can do it back at home. This just seems like the place to do it. Am I too boring?” He pouts. 

“Love, of course not. I’m not that… spontaneous or exciting, either. But sure, let’s go for it.”

He helps you off the stool and you turn to your table where everyone has returned.

“Hey, so I'm gonna make out with my husband on the dance floor. Please don’t look, but also make sure that no one’s filming or something.”

They look at you puzzled before they start laughing.

“Do you want us to barricade you while facing the other way?” Jungkook jokes, and he yelps when you smack him again. 

“Go on, lovebirds. We’ll pretend we don’t see anything,” Jimin smirks.

So you and Jin head to an area a little farther from them, but it’s not a large space so you know they can still see you. You turn to Jin, whose hands are already on your waist, and you smile as you catch him admiring you. 

“You are so in love with me, there’s no denying it at all,” you tease. “I’m telling my team that you’re a closet hopeless romantic, Kim Seokjin.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I won’t,” you say, kissing his nose as you both sway to your own beat, which is slower than the music currently playing. “That’s a thing between us. I get to hold that secret of just how loving and affectionate you are, Mr. Kim.”

“That, I am. And only for you,” he replies, kissing you deeply. “It’s probably the San Sebastián air and the post-wedding bliss.” He kisses you again. “And the thought that when we get back home, we’ll start seeing the doctors and maybe have a little one on the way, too.”

He cradles your belly, and the thought of you being pregnant with his child, the child you'll both create out of love, makes his heart swell with joy. That’s another kind of love he can’t wait to feel for another person, something he only gets to feel because of you.

“Hmm, that sounds nice. I mean, babymaking always weirded me out but it’s so sexy when you talk about having babies with me,” you moan, diving into his mouth now with your tongue seeking entrance. 

He meets your hungry kiss, moaning as well. His hand tightens its hold on your waist while yours grips his collar. He tastes so sweet, so good, and you feel that dampness in your sex that makes you want to go back to the hotel now and have him under you. 

Jin pulls away and kisses your pouty lips. 

“My body’s reacting,” he says. 

“Hmm, same here,” you smile, melting into his hug and pecking his cheek. 

You both sway off beat again to the music, and not far away, you spot a foreign couple smirking at you, motioning for your husband and somehow you just know what they want.

“Jin, I think that couple wants a foursome,” you tell him, and he follows your gaze and sees the couple. “Is that a fantasy of yours, too?”

“Nope,” he answers right away. “I’m perfectly satisfied with just you. Plus, I can’t let anybody else fall in love with you. Why… do you want to try?” He asks nervously.

“Hmm, nope. You’re overwhelming enough for me,” you turn to him. “And I can’t have anybody falling in love with you, too.”

“Alright, good. Now that’s settled, should we call it a night?” 

“Sure,” you giggle. “Let’s ditch them.”

You both head to your table and announce that you’re leaving, with Dara, unsurprisingly, stating that “the newlyweds are gonna do their thing now.”

You roll your eyes and instruct all of them to message you or Jin once you’ve gone back to the hotel, if they even will. They wave their goodbyes and you leave. 

When you get to your suite, there’s less of the lust from earlier and more of the need to just be in each other’s arms, so you both decide to just enjoy a warm, relaxing bath and watch the sky slowly turn orange. It’s early in the morning and you hadn’t even realized you’ve been out the whole day, but oddly enough, you don’t feel as tired as you expected.

Sitting in the tub with your back against Jin’s chest, you take his arms and wrap it around you. 

“You feel like home, ___,” he mumbles. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.”

“Yeah, I’ve had your dick poking my back before but you never said that though,” you tease, and he tickles your sides before he tells you to take him seriously.

“I’m sorry,” you laugh. “You know we’re not always good with sweet stuff and we’ve reached our quota today since your vow melted my insides but I feel the same way with you,” you turn your head to face him. “You’re that large home with so much space because I feel free but you’re also quaint and cozy and you smell like my favorite home cooked meals and my favorite coffee. It’s the kind of place I want to grow old in.”

“I am, huh?“ he blushes. 

“You’re a lot of things, Kim Seokjin. Home is definitely one of them.”

The rest of your trip is as amazing as you expected. 

You sleep in the day after your wedding but spend the afternoon lounging at the beach and then the pool. 

Jin’s grandparents call and say that something will be waiting for both of you when you get back in Seoul, and there’s less of the guilty feeling this time. Because of the short notice trip, they couldn’t make it, as they’re currently in some pilgrimage. They did eventually get wind of the whole fiasco, but Taehyung and Sejeong were so good at making it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. You’re glad that whole thing is over, and while you and Jin gave up on ever truly getting justice on your and even Seri’s behalf, you at least know you’re stronger than anything that comes your way. 

You take a day trip after that, to the northern Basque Country and visit a few coastal towns. They’re all quaint but beautiful and less crowded, so full of history and lively sceneries that your parents appreciate greatly. It’s also everyone else’s last day, so Jin’s parents treat all of you to a lovely dinner overlooking the sea, and it’s one of those moments that make you feel so thankful that you get to live this life.

The days after they all leave, you and Jin take cooking classes and do food tours, then you visit Bilbao and go to the Guggenheim Museum of modern and contemporary art.

“It’s a must-see,” Jin says on the day you visit. “It looks too stunning not to explore. Is that okay?”

Somehow his question means more but you don’t say much. You’ve come to know art because of Namjoon, but you appreciate it for its existence as art - it’s beautiful by nature, even if you don’t always understand it. 

You don’t think you’ve been to an art museum without Namjoon since, well, since he went away. It was that bitter and immature part of you that was jealous because he left you for it, and somehow being here reminds you of all those emotions that you kept in for years because they didn’t seem fair, nor rational; they just hurt. 

Jin lets you take the lead, and you really just go around and towards things that catch your eye. You soak in what you see, and if before you wanted so badly to understand them so you could see it in Namjoon’s eyes, now you’re just… seeing, and appreciating it for what you see. Perhaps that’s how it is when you’ve truly let go of something, you think. A part of them stays with you, but not big or deep enough to taint your vision.

“This was nice,” you say on the ride back to San Sebastián. “I appreciate you taking me there. Did anything catch your eye?”

You. Always you.

“The colored cherries,” he replies, cracking you up because it’s the same thing you thought.

“I believe they were tulips, Jin,” you say, taking his hand. “But they were pretty. There’s more of the pretty things I’m only really appreciating now.”

He hums and pulls you close. He knows nothing else needs to be said.

On your last day, you go crazy with shopping that you have to buy a separate luggage just for all the wine, cheese, cider, anchovies, and other local ingredients that you’re able to pack and bring home. Everyday since you’ve been here, you find a new restaurant or eatery to fall in love with and you wish you have more time to just soak up the city and enjoy the cuisine a little bit more, but you guess that’s what all the shopping was for - to bring San Sebastián home with you. 

Still, your time here feels enough. You were able to spend time with your friends and family, and be with your husband without the demands of work keeping you both busy - he made sure of that. You’re reminded of how much you love food, and that it’s a privilege that you’re able to share that love with the man you love.

And as you watch the pretty views of the Basque Country disappear as you ascend in the air, you think to yourself this time that you’ll always have Spain. All the memories and words and emotions shared will be kept with you as you continue to live this life with the person who makes you laugh and gush and happy the most, the one who lets you finally see things and their beauty for what they are. 

You pick up from where you left off when you get back to Seoul. Your officer-in-charge managed while you were away, and you’re glad you have less paperwork to deal with, given your jet lag that you’re somehow still suffering from despite being back a week. 

But it’s okay, you think, as Jin continues to spoil you by massaging your body and making you broth every night just because. He’s still quite the romantic, but less in words now since he’s back to bickering with you as his default, and you really won’t have it any other way. 

Still, you know something has changed. Other than the repaired relationship with his parents, there’s this joy in your husband’s eyes that shows itself as a glimmer, and it’s the kind that you know he can only pull out from himself. You’d know; it’s the same glimmer in yours. 

You didn’t think that marrying him again could give you closure - with your past self, with the stars you held onto, and even with the marriage you have with the same man. 

Perhaps there’s something different with starting again, and it’s not just the redesigned wedding rings that Jin’s grandparents arranged for you to have because “those second vows are the ones that matter, even if you’d both kept the promises you made the first time.” It’s knowing that this is your life now, the life “after” you married him, the life that’s made up of side streets and alleys, paved and unpaved roads, scenic routes and dark tunnels, and you’re here, navigating it all while holding his hand. 

You hold his hand, too, months later, on the day you see your stars on a bright Saturday morning.

You’d just capped off a tiring week of product evaluations and Jin has been taking day trips outside of Seoul and the country for meetings. 

There’s a newly opened cafe in the nearby neighborhood, which serves coffee from beans taken from different parts of the world. It’s got an artsy vibe to it, too, and you want to try out their pastries and see if it’s going on your long list of favorite places with your husband. 

Walking next to his side, you check out the menu some feet away from the counter, and your indecisive asses decide to order 2 sandwiches and 2 slices of cake. It’s in the middle of paying when you hear a familiar voice, prompting you to turn to the side.

He calls your name, and your smile is immediate.

“Joon.”

You walk towards him and his embrace is immediate, too, one that you instantly fall into. 

You haven’t seen him since that trip to France, and you’ve only spoken a few times since you canceled that Hong Kong trip to see him. You’d told him briefly about the scandal, the fallout with Jin’s family, and the second wedding you both had. Seeing him again after so long feels new, refreshing; somehow you think it’s meant to be, too.

Namjoon still has that pine scent you liked so much. He still has that deep, low sound of his voice that used to calm you down whenever you were missing him, and that almost child-like laughter that reminds you that he’s also still a kid at heart. There’s that smile that launched a thousand love letters from you, with the dip in his cheeks and the crinkle in his eyes that used to make your heart flutter.

Namjoon still feels and smells like comfort, just a different kind.

“Hey,” your husband approaches him. “I don’t think we’ve ever met. I’m Jin.”

Namjoon takes the hand that’s reached out for him, mirroring the smile of the man he’s heard so much about; the man he lost you to because he’d been too comfortable living in his own world to give it up for you. 

“And I’m Namjoon. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says. “It’s nice to see you both here. I hope we don’t disappoint.”

“This is yours?!” You ask excitedly.

“Well, I’m looking after it for a friend while he’s on business trips and I’m staying in Incheon. This is a good space to work and it’s nice to see familiar faces,” he replies.

“So, you took the offer, I see?”

“Just recently. I took a job in Austria before this but something just pulled me back,” he says longingly. “I think I’ve been away from home too long. I’ve forgotten what it felt like.”

“Well, you were never meant for just one place, Joon. I think I realized that some time ago,” you reply. 

I realized it too late, you internally correct yourself. 

“Maybe, but it’s good to have a base. Even if I still have to travel every month, there’s at least somewhere that’s familiar.”

“That’s good,” you smile. “I’m glad it worked out for you.”

“And for both of you, too,” Namjoon hums, softly eyeing Jin’s hand that mindlessly envelopes yours. 

There’s something different. More than one thing, Namjoon thinks. It’s more than your smile and the glimmer in your eyes, and the cheeriness in your voice. It’s your stance, your aura; it’s your other hand and where it affectionately stays.

“Is it, uh, is it rude to ask?” He chuckles.

“Not if it’s you,” you giggle. “So yes, you may.”

“How far along are you?”

Perhaps it’s the different curve of your body; you remind yourself he knew you at one point, too. Maybe it’s also your outfit that doesn’t hide the bump; you and Jin are out for a walk, after all, as prescribed by your doctor. But somehow you also think it’s your smile, or that glow, or for a man who, at one point, knew everything about you, it’s just natural that he’d know. 

“Four months,” you smile. “We’re really excited about it.”

“That’s wonderful,” he chirps. “Congratulations to both of you. I’m sure that baby is going to feel so loved growing up.”

“Yeah. They're obviously going to be well-fed. And spoiled. They have a bunch of chaotic aunts and uncles who can’t wait to meet them,” Jin laughs. 

He turns to look at you and that smile you have on as you look at him, and somehow, he knows this meeting was meant to happen, too.

“But, uh, I think our child would do well to grow up learning about art, don’t you think?” Jin smiles shyly at Namjoon. “Would you know anyone who’d like that role?”

“Ah, I may know someone,” Namjoon grins. “And he’d really, really like that.”

You look at both men - one whom you loved for years, and another whom you’ll love for all the years ahead. This child is the luckiest to have Jin as their father, and having Namjoon in their life is something you didn’t think would make you this emotional, this thankful. 

You grip your husband’s hand - in thanks, more than anything. Namjoon made sure you didn't break beyond repair; he made sure you felt enough love that you’d still believe in it despite everything, even if it wasn’t enough for him. And that’s why he’ll always mean this much to you - you can’t forget the love that kept you whole; you can’t forget the love that made you hope. 

“Our child would really, really like that, too, Joon.”

The barista calls Jin’s name and gives him the tray. You both look around and see the full-house cafe, so Namjoon offers his table. He’s got to check inventory, after all, so he steps aside and lets you and Jin sit next to each other on the wooden bench against the wall.

“Duty calls,” he says, then heads to the counter to pick up the phone. 

“Thank you,” you tell your husband, and you know he just knows all the reasons why you’re saying this. 

“He’s always meant a lot to you,” Jin responds. “I get to love you because he loved you; you get to love me because you let him.”

You hum, basking in his sweet words that still surprise you to this day. You look up and catch Namjoon’s eyes - deep and dark and beautiful, and they glimmer back at you with that speck of acceptance, of clarity, of care. Of love that may have changed in nature, but hasn’t diminished one bit. 

He’s still the stars in the sky, but he isn’t something you look at unknowingly as a thing of the past. He’s here to still shine brightly above you, maybe to guide you, but more than anything, he’s a beauty to still admire. You just know there are more years for this star; it won’t be extinguished any time soon.

The rest of your night sky, your moon, your sun, your trees and flowers and everything else - he’s right next to you, and you’ve both created something so wonderful with the love you both choose everyday. 

Through side streets and alleys, paved and unpaved roads, scenic routes and dark tunnels, you will both love this little 100 with your whole, twinkling hearts.

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On the Streets of Gangnam (강남의 거리에서)

A/N: This is my first attempt at angst. This idea kinda just came to me and I thought Jungkook was perfect for the story.

Character: Jungkook x Reader [I’m experimenting with third person. Hope you like it!]

Word count: 1963 

Genre: Angst (some fluff)

A girl is sitting on the curb on the streets of Gangnam.

She’s staring at the ground, with her head between her knees. Her tears are falling into the puddles left behind by yesterday’s rain. Her reflection glimmers under the bus stop lights.

A boy walks past a flower shop on the streets of Gangnam. He notices a bouquet of blue violets. Her favorite flower.

Kook-ah, did you know? Blue violets stand for faith, affection, intuition and love. How can a small plant have so much meaning? That’s why I love them so much!

Ah. Really? I’ll make sure to get the brightest red roses! He chuckled while patting her head.

Aish. You don’t listen to me ever unless it’s about food. She rolled her eyes.

He held up his right hand to hide his smile, and his left hand reached for her hand. Food sounds great! What do you want?

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. The music of Gangnam blared in his ears. The darkness of night lay ahead of Jungkook. He felt so hopeless. He just wanted a drink with Jimin.

10:13pm Jungkook: Hyung, you busy?

10:14pm Jimin: I’m free. Sup?  

Jungkook looked at his phone. He didn’t know what to tell Jimin. He begin typing “I broke up with y/n...” and then proceeded to delete it.

He started again “y/n...she...” and deleted again.

Finally,

10:17pm Jungkook: Meet me at our usual bar. I feel like having a drink.

10:18pm Jimin: See you in 10.

Jungkook let out a puff of relief. He was glad that Jimin didn’t ask him any questions. He was always reliable like that.

Jungkook hopped on the bus that came by. The bus was somewhat empty, yet he remained standing. He stared into the window, facing his lonely reflection.

She hugged his arm and leaned next to him. His bicep tensed at first, but relaxing after feeling her warmth. She looked up at him. He saw her in the reflection, and turned his head to look down at her. She shyly smiled at him, averting her gaze quickly. He lowered his head to meet her evading gaze. She made eye contact with him again and giggled. He finally let out a smile, after making a silly face and pecked her lips. They leaned closer to one another. The old woman whom they were standing near glanced away onto the street. Not sure where to look. Flustered and annoyed by the cute young couple standing next to her.

The bus shook slightly reaching his stop. Jungkook awoke to reality and walked towards the bar he frequented with his friends.

Her hand clenched his tightly as they got closer and closer to the bar. The clamminess of her hand increasing as they begin to make out the outlines of Jungkook’s friends.

You’re nervous aren’t you? He teased her.

Of course I am! They are all guys who I don’t know, and your friends! Her face became flushed.

“Yah! You’re here!” Jimin waved him over.

“Ah Hyung, so good to see you.” He plopped down across from Jimin. Already taking a swig of the soju that was set in front of him.

“This kid. No manners.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Sorry hyung” Jungkook began to pour another cup of soju for Jimin and himself, “it’s been a long day.”

Jimin took a swig of soju with Jungkook. Unsure of how to start, but he knew he needed to coax the words out of Jungkook somehow.

“Jungkook-ah. What happened?” Jimin sighed.

“Hyung,” Jungkook swallowed a third shot of soju. Letting it burn through his throat, and fall to the pit of his stomach. “We broke up.”

“When did we date?” Jimin chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Jungkook simply looked at the chicken feet that was on the table. Jimin must have ordered it while he was waiting.

Ewwwwww. Don’t do that. She squirmed away from him.

Ahh why, you don’t like it? He laughed as he used the chicken feet to caress her cheeks.

Jungkook! If you keep on doing that I’m going to leave. She begin to get up.

He quickly dropped the chicken feet on the table and latched onto her shoulders. Noooo. Let’s stay like this for a while. He looked at her in his embrace and smiled.

“Jungkook-ah. Hyung’s here to hear you out.” The splashing sound of Jimin pouring a fourth soju shot brought Jungkook’s gaze back into focus.

“Hyung, I don’t even know where to begin.” He looked down at his hands.

“It was about you and Jisoo wasn’t it?” Jimin cautiously begin.

Jungkook winced hearing her name, and poured another shot.

“So it was then.” Jimin sipped his soju carefully. Not wanting to anger Jungkook.

“YES! She broke up with me, because I wavered when Kim Jisoo was there for me. Jisoo was there to console me, when I needed y/n the most. Jisoo kissed me, when all I could think about was y/n and her stupid, twinkling gaze when we are about to kiss.” Jungkook slammed his soju glass on the wooden table, but the sound was masked by his yelling.

Luckily there wasn’t many people in the bar. Although everyone who was in the bar turned their heads to look at them.

Jimin bowed his head in apology to the people in the bar, and he put his left hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “So why did you do it?”

Jungkook took his sixth swig defiantly. Letting the alcohol burn as it ran its course, near his heart.

She was there. Kim Jisoo.

Her hands folded in front of her as she swayed merrily side by side in front of him. She handed him a towel.

He was sitting on the floor, leaning by the walls in the artist hallway of the stadium.

Jungkookah~ You must be tired right? She leaned down, so close to his face. He wanted to shy away, but the wall was behind him.

Ah. Jisoo noona, thank you. He politely bowed his head, biting his lips to hold back his own hurt and emotions. He quickly turned his head away from her. He didn’t want her to see him on the verge of tears. He didn’t want her to know that he was hurting because the rehearsal of his performance sucked, and his hyungs were disappointed at him but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to tell her about the dance move that he couldn’t seem to do, no matter how hard he tried.

But, the gentle dabbing of the towel penetrated his guard against Kim Jisoo. As soon as the towel reached to caress his cheeks, he found his gaze meeting hers. His tears begin to flow gently, and she listened.

That was the way it begin.

From then on, whenever BTS and BlackPink had performances together they would always find some fleeting moment in between their rehearsals and performances to talk to each other. They hugged but never held hands. They always greeted but never met outside of their work...until...

“Yah, Jungkook-ah. If you are going to be like this, hyung can just go you know.” Jimin downed his eighth shot of soju: he was beginning to be a bit rowdy.

“Alright, alright hyung.” Jungkook swallowed another shot of soju. “You know how it was. Jisoo was always there when we worked.”

Jimin nodded. Letting Jungkook flush out his feelings.

“I guess I thought I had something real with her too.” Jungkook drank from the soju bottle.

“Ah. Our naive Jungkook-ah” Jimin shook his head.

Hyung! Hyung! Jungkook yelled through the phone.

What? You want my ears to bleed? Jimin held the phone as far away from his ear as possible.

W-we. We did it! We kissed. Jungkook couldn’t keep his giddy laughter down.

Oh my god! Jungkook grow up! Jimin rolled his eyes.

I’m just happy. Hehe. Jungkook laughed.

Aigoo. Our naive Jungkook-ah. Jimin laughed.

“Hyung. What do I do?” Jungkook sorrowfully looked at Jimin.

“Who do you like?” Jimin stared at Jungkook.

They had a silent code between them. They were friendly whenever they saw each other, but they never met outside of their work. Until today.

7:06pm Jisoo: Jungkook-ah.

7:06pm Jisoo: You free?

7:07pm Jisoo: Jungkook-ah let’s meet. I’m in trouble.

7:16pm Jungkook: Noona. Are you ok?

7:17pm Jisoo: I need to see you. I’m at _______.

7:20pm Jungkook: I’ll be there.

Jungkook was lacing his timberlands for his date with y/n that night. He sighed as he saw your text message.

7:24pm Y/N: I just watched the movie trailer again! It looks so good!!!! I can’t wait.

7:25pm Jungkook: Babe. I’m sorry. Something came up. I can’t do it tonight.

7:26pm Y/N: Ah....:(

7:27pm Jungkook: I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.

7:29pm Y/N: You remember what flavor of Baskin Robbins I like right? ;)

7:29pm Jungkook: Yes yes your highness.

He chuckled and walked outside to meet Jisoo.

He stood outside the cafe. He paused upon seeing her profile by the window. Her face next to the logo of the cafe.

As fate would have it. It was the cafe on Gangnam street that he and y/n first met. Ever since then, y/n would always beg him to go to this cafe. She called it “their cafe.”

Jisoo turned as she saw Jungkook’s figure standing outside the cafe. She smiled and waved him in.

Jungkook waved, and rolled his shoulders to get rid of his unease.

He opened the cafe door. Walked straight to Jisoo’s table and sat in front of her. He tried to put some distance between them, afraid that something inside him would control him.

Jungkook-ah~ I’m so glad you came. Jisoo smiled.

You don’t want a drink? She waved her coffee in front of Jungkook.

Noona, what did you want? Jungkook looked off on Gangnam street. Remembering his walks with y/n:

--

Kook-ah! Let’s stop at our cafe. Look they have a Christmas special dessert! y/n tugged on Jungkook’s arm.

Ooooh. That looks good. Let’s go try it. He gently dragged her by the arm.

--

Jungkook-ah. Jisoo cleared her throat. She seemed uneasy as well.

Jungkook looked up and stared at Jisoo.

I-I broke up with Daniel. She bit her lips nervously.

Ah. Sorry to hear that noona. Jungkook cleared his throat. He looked at the clock.

Jisoo noticed Jungkook’s wandering gaze. I called you here because I think I like you.

Jungkook sat in his seat. His neck stiffened. His eyes widened. He didn’t know what to say.

Jisoo’s cheek became flushed. She stood up and reached over the table. Her lips met Jungkook’s.

Jungkook stared at her face. Her eyes were shut, and her scent smelled like luxury perfume. Gucci, smelled like a feminine version of Taehyung’s cologne.

Part of him wanted to pull away. But there was also this pulsing sensation flowing within him. His heart was fluttering. He told it to stop, but it wouldn't listen.

He clenched his fists, and turned his face away from Jisoo.

That's when he saw y/n in front of their coffee shop. Her eyes wide. Her hands covering her agape mouth.

y/n turned and ran. Jungkook bolted from the table with Jisoo and ran after y/n.

Y/N! Stop! I can explain! Jungkook was too fast for her. He caught her arm.

Explain what, Jungkook? Tears were already flooding her eyes. I saw you. You didn’t even pull away.

I-I. Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair. It messed his hair up and made him look like a stupid idiot. He knew y/n felt less angry whenever he did so.  

Puhft. y/n turned around. She walked away.

On the streets of Gangnam, a boy cowered with his hands on his knees. He was lost.

A/N: If you liked this feel free to make requests. :)

after running with this idea. I realized it’s kind of inspired by Joo Man and Sul Hee in the kdrama Fight for My Way ( 쌈 마이웨이), which is really good. I really recommend it for its realism (as real as kdramas get), and contemporary/modern storyline.