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[lilithandlillies]

My masterlist.

Updated. Nov 19, 2023.

[ key. ❃ ⇾ fluff; ☁ ⇾ angst; ☆ ⇾ smut ]

☾ kim namjoon.

☾ kim seokjin.

☾ min yoongi.

☾ jung hoseok.

☾ park jimin.

☾ kim taehyung.

☾ jeon jungkook.

[jinhitwhore]

The List 01

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, High School! Au

Warning: None yet!

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: It’s your senior year of high school and while most couples struggle to decide what to do after high school you and Jungkook seem to have it all figured out. You’re breaking up. But until college move-in day, you plan on making the most of every second and do everything on the list that you two made together. 

Note: If you’ve seen me post and delete this three times before... no you didn’t! Not sure how long it’ll be yet. Also, I am in college now so idk how often i’ll update. This is for funsies and I very much don’t know how to use punctuation, so sorry in advance. And if you do stick around thanks for reading! :)

“It’s really the first day of senior year, huh.” You were still in shock of how the past three years of high school had flown past in what felt as a blink of an eye. Now you headed into your high school for one last ‘first day’ with your best friend, Emma, beside you. 

“Way to state the obvious.” She bumps your shoulder and giggles. “I’m serious. This is the year where we take our final SATs and we do the whole college application thing and then we and we spiral into crippling debt because we all know financial aid is a joke and now I’m freaking out.” 

You stop as Emma blocks your path and places her hands on your shoulders. “Y/n...shut up and chill, please. You skipped over all the fun stuff like prom, and parties, and graduation, and getting the hell out of here. Most importantly you get to do all that fun stuff with your boyfriend.” Emma shakes your shoulders gently after successfully calming you down. 

“Where is said boyfriend by the way?” Her eyes scan the hallway as you both start walking to your locker. You shrug letting out a small sigh. “I haven’t seen him since he went on vacation with his parents a few weeks ago.” She hums in response.

“I still can't believe you ended up getting a boyfriend after you swore you didn’t like anyone and that you were happily single.” She leans against the locker next to yours and watches you put your books up. “I was but now I’m happily dating Jungkook. Are you sad that your summer of fun included a little less of me?” You teasingly grin at her. 

“Not at all. As far as I’m concerned summer of fun was very successful even when you left me to my own devices”. Emma gave you the sleaziest wink and you couldn’t help but laugh with her. “In that case I’m definitely going to need you to fill me in.” 

Before Emma could begin telling you all about her summer escapades she notices a tall figure making its way down the hallway. “I’ll tell you later.” She nods behind you but you bump into something hard on your way to turn around. 

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook holds you while you regain your balance. You look up at him with a goofy loved up smile that’s reserved only for him, “yeah”. After weeks of not seeing him, there stood your very devilishly handsome boyfriend grinning down at you. 

“Sorry.” He chuckles and reaches out to run his thumb over your forehead. He moves his hand down to your jaw and leans in close to your lips. “I missed you.” He mumbles before giving you a sweet kiss. “Missed you too”. Your face now dusted by a slight blush as you pulled away. 

Jungkook smiles at your reaction and leans in for a second kiss. Interrupted by an “ahem” that comes from behind, you are made very aware of your small audience. “Hey, Emma. How was your summer?” Jungkook casually asks as he slides his hand into yours. “Great, actually, but I missed hanging out with you guys.” 

Before you could continue your idle chatter, the morning bell rings. “Catch up during lunch?”, Emma suggests as you both start towards the direction of your class as Jungkook smiles and waves. 

“See you at lunch then!” He yells after you. “Yup!”

A few too many ice-breaker activities later, the lunch bell finally rang. 

“Why do teachers feel the need to introduce you to the same people you’ve been in class with for years? As if I don’t remember that Liz in the back row lost her tooth during snack time in first grade!” Emma continues whining as Jungkook joins you guys. 

“Bad day already?” She looked over at him with a pout and nodded slowly. Emma continues chattering on until you finally reach your car. 

“You drive.” You toss Jungkook your keys and he smiles knowingly at the fact that you still hate driving. It’s been a little over a year since you had gotten a license (you’d been driving longer than that but that’s none of the authorities’ business) and you still refused to drive more than necessary.

 Jungkook jogs up ahead of you and opens the passenger door and waits for you to get in before walking over to the driver’s seat. “Everyone buckled up?” He asks looking into the rearview mirror. 

“Why do you always look at me when you ask that?” Emma grumbles as she yanks the seatbelt on and Jungkook finally puts the car into drive with a knowing smile. “Hand”, Jungkook rests his elbow on the middle console with his hand’s palm facing up. You playfully roll your eyes and intertwine your fingers in his.

Jungkook drives to a nearby diner that people from your high school frequented. Walking across the parking lot you smile at a girl you recognize from one of your classes. 

“I heard she’s going to dump him soon,” Emma says as you notice the boy who’s standing by your classmate. “Apparently she wants a clean break sooner than later, so she can enjoy her senior year. Smart, considering how everyone ends up breaking up anywa-'' She cuts herself off before looking over at you two slowly with an ‘I fucked up face’. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean you guys. Y/n and Jungkook forever~” She sings the last sentence in an attempt to lighten the mood before mumbling another apology.

 “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re saying anything we don’t already know.” Jungkook chuckles. “I hope you know that you guys aren’t included in my statement. If anyone can make it work it’s going to be you two.” Emma assures and you can see that she really means it. 

“Thanks, but...um..we’re actually going to break up too.” You say in passing with an airy laugh as you reach the diner entrance and Jungkook opens the door for you and Emma.

The revelation left your best friend dumbfounded as she watched the couple’s display of affection a few feet ahead. 

“Do you want to split a milkshake? I don’t think I can finish it on my own.” Jungkook scrunches his face in an attempt of denial. “I’ll give you the cherry~” You swing your locked hands between you. Your cute act quickly wins him over and you tiptoe to kiss his cheek. 

How could you just drop that bomb so casually? Especially when she had watched her best friend’s relationship bloom from the very start. Meddled along with the rest of the class so that you and Jungkook had no other choice but to be lab partners in fourth period chem. Listened to you gush after your first date and first ‘I love yous’. 

Yeah, you definitely weren’t as okay as that breezy laugh let on, and you’re definitely not getting away from a very long conversation about your feelings later on.

“Hey, guys!” You greet the group of boys that sit together at a corner of the diner where a bunch of tables had been pushed together to accommodate the large group. 

“Y/n, JK,” Hobi greets happily before looking behind you guys, “and…oddly quiet Emma. What’s wrong?” He asks with a pout. “Nothing much just realized love is dead.”

Emma walks around the now confused Hobi and takes a seat next to Jin. You giggle at her dramatics as you and Jungkook follow to take the remaining seats beside her. “I’m still confused. Love is dead? Since when?” Hobi reclaims his seat next to Yoongi and waits for a response. “Since these two idiots decided to break up.” Emma nods in your direction before resuming her grumpy act.

You hear the tiniest ‘huh’ leave Hobi’s lips before turning around to the entire table’s eyes on you and your boyfriend. “It’s not really a big deal. We’ve got all year left before that happens. Right, babe?” You turn to Jungkook and he answers with a small stiff smile. Hoping the way your heart is clenching in your chest doesn’t show through. “Right.” The moment between you lingers along with the sense of dread. 

“So what are y’all getting today?,” Jungkook asks in an attempt to move past the awkwardness. The guys start going on about their favorite orders and quickly move on.

Lunch continues on with lively chatter about summer activities and senior plans until it’s time to head back to school. You arrive back on campus and make your way to the only class you two have in common.

You walk through the classroom door with him laughing at something silly he had whispered in your ear when you hear someone call his name. Jungkook looks between you and some of his other friends sitting at the back of the classroom. He smiles and waves back. 

“Alright, so where are we sitting?” He looks at you expecting an answer. “You can go with them Jungkook”, you chuckle, “I know you haven’t seen them all summer. I’ll sit with the girls.” You take your hand from his before pushing him in the direction of his friends. He looks back at you one more time. “Go make friends, Kookie.” You usher in a tone for children too shy to go off into the playground on their own. He rolls his eyes and finally walks off as you join your friends.

The class progresses in the same boring fashion as all of your earlier classes. The only difference now was the occasional peeks between you and Jungkook. You glance up at Jungkook while the teacher shares pictures of his summer trip. 

He catches your gaze and you watch as a small smile spreads on his lips. The moment only lingers for a few seconds before he decides to tease you like the little jerk you know he is. “Talk to your friends Y/nnie”, he mouths at you and uses the same gesture you used on him earlier. You roll your eyes as he winks at you. Finally turning back to pay attention for the last few remaining minutes of class until the bell rings.

The rest of classes and bells whizzed by until it was finally 4 o’clock and you were free to go home.

You made it out into the parking lot and leaned forward to put the key in the ignition. You flinched in your seat when you heard your passenger door open and someone sat beside you. 

“You made me drop my keys, jerk” You grumbled and punched his arm. Jungkook winces in mock pain as he looks over at you. “Ouch. Now you’ve got to kiss it better”. This time when he looks at you his eyes are filled with expectation and mischief.

 You only rolled your eyes, but he continued to insist. “I’m serious! That really did hurt. I think you forgot that you got buff from going to the gym with me.” He rubbed his arm again for added effect. “You’re such a baby”. You teased as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Your baby.” He hums as he turns to connect your lips to his. 

His hand moves to rest beneath your neck, deepening the kiss to the point that it was impossible to breathe. “I missed you so much, baby.” He mumbles against you. Dazed and breathless you sit there with your eyes closed, lovestruck grin on your face, “Missed you too.” He pecked your lips one more time before leaning back into his seat. “So my place or yours?”

Pushing the door open to your empty house, “Home sweet home”. Your parents still had a day before they came home from an overnight visit to your grandparents, leaving you and Jungkook to take full advantage of that.

 Currently, you were laid up on your boyfriend’s chest. The peaceful atmosphere you had settled into suddenly disrupted by you. “We should make a list”, You sat up and looked down at Jungkook with excited eyes. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Of things we want to do together before” You sighed, not wanting to finish off your sentence. “Before we break up?” He finished for you.

 “There’s just so much I want to do with you before we leave”. The words softly left your lips. Jungkook tucked your hair behind your ear happily before walking over to grab a pen and paper from your desk. “Let’s get started then.”

He settles back on your bed while you mindlessly title the page. Jungkook moves to peer over your shoulder. “Y/n and JK’s pre-breakup bucket list.” You catch his subtle wince after he reads the title aloud. Your expression slowly drops into a sad smile but Jungkook is quick to kiss your dejection away. 

“So skinny dipping at a very crowded beach has to be at the very top”. You look over at him with his favorite ‘are you fucking kidding me’ face. He pulls you against him, nuzzling your neck. “Come on. Add it.” Placing playful kisses in the crook of your neck. You turn your head. “No thanks”.

You continued brainstorming until you ended up with a list far more simple than you would have expected and a very important clause at the bottom of the page. ‘The list is always subject to change if Y/n and Jungkook feel like it.’

The sound of your alarm stirs you from your sleep. You move to sit up but a pair of strong arms tighten around you. “It’s time to get up”, you sigh as you make no further attempt to escape your boyfriend’s warm embrace. Jungkook burrows his face in between your shoulders and hums in agreement. 

“Are you gonna let me go?” You giggle and finally try to pull his arms away from you. “Do you really want me to?” He teases and places a kiss on your shoulder. You hum in consideration. Lay in bed with your boyfriend to enjoy the morning together or get to school on time before your parents get the ‘your kid isn’t in class’ phone call. You hated that damn phone call. Jungkook seems to come to a conclusion before you as he rolls off the bed with a groan. 

You continue to lay despite no longer having the weight of your boyfriend confining you to bed. “I really don’t want to get up”, you whine. “Mnh mnh, you made me get up now it’s your turn”. His hand wraps around your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed he stood by. For the second time this morning, you found yourself in Jungkook’s arms except this time you were being tossed over his shoulder and not waking in a gentle hold.

After being set down in the restroom with no other choice but to get ready, you start brushing your teeth. You lean over to spit the foam into the sink when Jungkook pokes his head in.

“Hey, where do you keep all the clothes you steal from me? I need some for today”. You roll your eyes at his accusatory choice of words before pointing him in the direction of your bottom dresser drawer. It’s not stealing when you had every intention of returning said borrowed clothes. He pulls on a t-shirt he found and you manage to steal a few shameless glances while getting ready yourself.

Just a few more days and you would have him all to yourself for the weekend.

[bbangpanmen]

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pairing: idol!jimin x yn

genre: idol!verse | romance | social media au

you treat bts’ dms as a personal venting medium because you know they will never read your messages... until one day they do.

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[koalakookie]

always you 𓆩❤︎𓆪

~ pairing: non-idol jungkook x oc (y/n)

~ w.c: approx 4k :)

~ genre: fluff + angst

~ au: established relationship!jk x y/n, jk has trust issues but is the best boyfriend ever, oc is a tad bit dense, oc’s ex is annoying 

~ trope: miscommunication (but happy ending I promise <3)

~ warnings: none in particular, minor use of profanity, talk of insecurities and toxic relationships, implied sexual innuendos

~ tags: @mwitsmejk

~ summary: You don’t communicate and Jungkook doesn’t pry. Put those two together and throw in some insecurities with an annoying ex who doesn’t want to take a hint, you get miscommunication with a side of tooth-rottingly cute fluff. 

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    Your eyes opened slowly, taking in the darkness of your room. A warm weight was pressed into the curve of your hips and soft snores could be heard near the base of your neck. 

You craned your head to get a glimpse of the sleeping figure behind you. Jungkook, your boyfriend of almost 2 years, slept peacefully. 

Shifting slowly, you turned around and lightly traced the strong lines of his jaw. He twitched at the your feather-light touches but remained deep in sleep. 

You smiled at the pure domesticity of your current position. It was a Sunday morning and the both of you had a rare off day. 

As you stroked Jungkook’s dark hair, you heard your phone chime from across the room.

You moved to detangle your legs from his. He groaned in protest and pulled your waist closer to his body. 

“Babyyy”, Jungkook whined, his raspy morning voice sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m sorry, love. I just need to grab my phone. I’ll come right back, I promise”, you whisper into the crook of his neck. 

He gives a noncommittal sound but lightly released his iron grip on your waist. 

As you slowly and groggily made your way to your continuously buzzing phone, your boyfriend let out an irritated groan. 

“Good god, who the fuck won’t stop texting you?”, Jungkook sighed as he slowly positioned himself up into a sitting position. 

5 NEW MESSAGES FROM *DO NOT ENGAGE* [10:22 AM] 

Your eyes widened. What did he want? Is he back? 

“Baby?”, Jungkook asked curiously whilst wiping tiredness from his eyes, his observant eyes picking up on your mannerisms, “Is everything alright?” 

“Y-y-yeah”, you manage to stutter. “I’m going to the washroom” 

You quickly grab your phone and run to the washroom. 

Jungkook eyes narrow, as the gears in his mind started to turn. Something was wrong, who was texting you and why were you so spooked by them? 

Whilst Jungkook pondered about who texted you, you were practically on the verge of tears reading the text messages from your ex. 

- I miss you, y/n

- I know that you hate me but please meet with me one last time. 

- I’m going back home in a week and I want to clear everything up with you. 

- Please y/n, if you ever loved me, let me try to make things right. 

- I know you’re reading this. Meet me at Marie’s Bakery across the street from our old apartment at 3:00 PM on Saturday, i’ll wait for you. 

Bile started to form at the base of your throat and your heart started thumping violently. All the memories of you and Suho from back then came flooding into your mind. 

All the nights that the two of you spent dancing and all the morning that you two laid wrapped up in each other’s arms. 

However, the sweet memories lasted for a brief moment until all the sour and bitter moments started to flow in as well. 

Those nights where he would drink mindlessly, yelling and throwing everything in his sight. The days where he would ignore you because he saw you ‘whoring yourself out’ when you engaged in an conversation with a male colleague. 

More than anything, you remember how he ruined you; your pride, your confidence and your independence as a woman. And, how Jungkook had been the one who helped pick up the pieces of your soul that Suho mindlessly broke.

Suddenly, just the mere thought of Jungkook’s name woke you up from your trance, almost as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on you. 

You looked in the mirror, frantically fixing your messy hair and trying to wash out the redness in the rims of your eyes. 

You took one deep breath and placed a smile on your face, walking out of the washroom. 

Jungkook still sat upright on the bed, shirtless. He was leant against the headboard of the bedframe and stared out the large window. 

Morning sunlight fell on his features, accentuating his doe eyes and his heart-shaped lips.  

It was a beautiful sight, almost picturesque. However, the expression on his face was what ruined the masterpiece. 

He looked anguished, almost on the verge of tears. His breathing was uneven and he seemed so hurt. 

He was so engaged in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear you crawl into the bed next to him. 

However, when you pressed your head into the crook of his neck and slid your cool hands across his torso, he jolted. 

He looked down at you, his eyes searching your face frantically, almost as if he were looking for something. 

“Baby...”, he started, taking your face in between his hands.

“I’m fine, my love. Don’t worry so much, okay?”, you whispered, kissing the tips of his calloused fingers. 

Jungkook opened his mouth, on the verge of asking all the horrible questions that had been brewing his head whilst you were gone but he decided against it. 

After all, he was the one who held you in his arms not anybody else, right?

The day passed by, with the two of you cuddled up against each other. You sat in his lap, a random TV show playing in the background. 

You felt a pair of strong hands move towards your waist, as you felt him pull you closer into his broad chest. 

Jungkook nuzzled into your hair and sighed. “I love you Y/N”, he said, dazedly. 

“I love you more Kook. You-”, you replied before bursting into a fit of loud giggles as Jungkook started tickling you. 

Everything was so blissful and happy. Until, you heard your phone ring. 

Jungkook’s eyes met yours, as you begrudgingly got up. He watched your timid form pick up the phone. 

Your breath quickened once you read the name of the caller, it was Suho. You quickly declined the call and slammed the phone down. 

You walked back to Jungkook and pulled him into your chest. Turning up the TV volume, you ignored the look of concern and worry that he sent you. 

By some cruel turn of fate, your voice messaging system must have been connected to one of the speaker’s in your home. Not even a minute had passed, until you heard the slurred words of your ex-boyfriend echo through your and Jungkook’s home. 

“Y/NNNN.. you didn’t respond to my texts. That offended me babyyy... I know you read my texts, how dare you not respond? I know how much you miss me baby. I miss you more. I saw you the other day, at the coffee shop that we used to go to all the time. You still wear the scarf that I gave you on our third anniversary, don’t you my love? That stupid buffoon of a boyfriend will never compare to me. Look, even now, 3 years after we broke up, you still have elements in your life that belong to me. Anyways, just wanted to let you know that I love you and I will make sure to remind you of how much better I am than your new boyfriend on Saturday”

Jungkook stiffened and his grip on you grew slack. His eyes frantically darted between your frame and the speaker. 

You refused to meet his eyes, as you felt tears start to pool. 

“Y/N?”, Jungkook’s wavering voice was the first one to break the almost pin-drop silence that enveloped your entire room, “What is he talking about?”

Your eyes widened. “Babe, Suho recently messaged me. He’s in town and wanted to meet up but I didn’t respond or anything”, you said quickly, reaching for his hand. 

He pulled his arm away as if you had burned him. He quickly stood up, his eyes flared with anger. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that he texted you?”, he asked with an accusing tone. 

“Excuse me? Jungkook, please baby... This is nothing, I didn’t tell you because this wasn’t important”, you tried to reason. 

“Not important?!”, he asked incredulously, “Your ex-boyfriend of almost 3 years, asks you on a date and you don’t tell shit to your current boyfriend?”

“Kook, please.. You’re overreacting babe” 

“Overreacting? God Y/N! Were you ever going to tell me that he texted? Or where you going to keep hiding shit from me? I bet you were gonna meet him on Saturday, I should’ve known that you still loved him. What was I thinking, of course you’d pick him over me”, he rambled. 

You got up from the couch in an attempt to reach for him. 

“Stop it Y/N! I swear you always leave me in the dark. Answer my questions, if I hadn’t heard this message, were you going to tell me that Suho texted? Were you going to meet him?”, he asked. 

You couldn’t meet his eyes as you felt your throat dry. 

His usually bright doe-eyes brimmed with tears at the lack of your answer. Loud sobs racked through his body, as he quivered. 

You wanted to comfort him, you wanted to wrap him in your arms and wipe his tears away. But you knew that you were the reason behind his tears and that hurt more than anything in the world, knowing that you were the reason why the man you loved was in pain. 

He looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths as he wiped away his tears. He started to grab his belonging and pack them into his backpack. 

His actions awoke you from your dazed trance. “Baby, please...”, you pleaded, “Let’s talk” 

“Y/N. I can’t even look at you, without hating you. I love you too much to be here right now. I don’t want to say something that I will regret. I think we both need time apart to realize what we want from each other”, he said in a stern tone, with his back to you. 

“Kook, all I want is you”, you cried harder, feeling wet streams of tears fall down your face. 

He stopped packing momentarily, recognizing your crying voice. He hated when you cried, because it made him feel like he was hurt too. 

He took a deep breath and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He briskly walked towards the door, not looking back once. 

As he opened the door, he stopped. 

“I love you, Y/N. I want you more than anything in the world. But I want you to choose what you want. If you want us to be together, you have to be all-in. You know what So-hee did to me, you know how much I hate deceit and lies. Until, you realize what you want, let’s not see each other. Please Y/N, we’re both hurting”, he said softly, “I hope to see you again, okay? As selfish and pathetic as it sounds, I want you to truely choose me”

You stayed silent, watching his retreating frame. 

You sniffed whilst wiping your eyes, it hurt your heart to let him leave. 

This couldn’t be the end, right?

As you trudged back into your and Jungkook’s shared bedroom, your mind kept wandering back to everything Jungkook had said earlier. 

Flashback (Start):

So-hee...

You remember So-hee and how much she hurt Jungkook. 

You and Jungkook used to be class-mates, sharing a single 8 am class. It was a stupid mistake on your behalf to take such an early morning class but you had forgotten to log on the portal earlier, thus leaving you with no choice but to take such an early class. 

So every morning at 8 am, you showed up to class looking like a total zombie. Coincidentally, next to you, was bright-eyed Jungkook, who happened to be an early bird. 

Taking pity on you, he brought you a coffee every morning and shared his notes with you. These little acts were the foundation of your friendship. 

Soon after, the two of you became close friends, with you beginning to develop a secret crush. 

However, this crush was suddenly halted when Jungkook introduced you to So-hee, his new girlfriend. 

So-hee was a beautiful woman, a year older than both of you and an active member of a sorority. She had voluminous caramel hair and plump lips that were always slathered in gloss. 

However, her external beauty did not match her personality, as her personality was shittier than a garbage truck. 

She was a literal bitch. 

She had a nasty attitude and shit-talked everybody, especially you. 

Obviously, poor oblivious Jungkook was too in love to realize how she was using him. 

Jungkook was so blinded by his love for So-hee, that when you confronted him about his girlfriend’s bitchy personality, he defended her. Thus, resulting in a halt in your friendship. 

During this time, you met Suho. Suho reminded you a lot of Jungkook; and being heartbroken and lonely, you did the only thing you could think of, sleep with him. 

Somehow, Suho charmed your broken heart and made you feel special. 

You blocked Jungkook on every app and pretended you didn’t know him out in public. You know that he tried contacting you and how he tried to apologize but was unsuccessful everytime 

For example, at a bar downtown, you and Suho had gone to party. Jungkook happened to be there with So-hee. Once he saw you, his eyes lit up. He tried to move through the crowd to get to you as you sat at the bar alone. Maybe it was fate, but the exact moment that he was about to tap your shoulder, you were whisked away towards the dance floor by Suho. 

Jungkook felt his heart clench as he watched you and Suho laugh together. Suho held you close to him, with his hands placed possessively over the handles of your hips. Whilst you draped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to your level. The two of you made out the entire night without realizing that Jungkook was watching with tears in his eyes.  

Jungkook heeded his defeat and stayed away from you. 

To this day, he will always say that this was his greatest mistake. Knowing that he loved you but not mustering up the courage to tell you. If only he was brave enough to tell the truth, he could’ve saved both you and him from a life-time worth of pain. 

Years went by, Suho became the only man in your life and all the empty spots left by Jungkook were filled up by Suho. You and Suho were like a dream, however, you eventually realized that all that glittered was not gold. 

Suho started to show his true colors; the possessive, manipulative and plain toxic version of himself. 

But by this time, you were in too deep. You loved him too much and you were too blinded. 

Maybe Suho’s behavior is what brought you closer to Jungkook. Because when you and Jungkook coincidentally met at Roma Café, you didn’t run away from him nor did you pretend that you didn’t know him.

You and him sat down and talked about life. Even though years went by since you two last talked, you told him all about Suho and the darkness that clouded your relationship. 

Jungkook eyes widened with pity, as he tried to tell you that this wasn’t love. But funnily enough, the tables turned and this time you were too blinded by love to realize that he was right. 

However, Jungkook loved you enough to stay by your side regardless of how much it hurt to see in such a toxic relationship with Suho. 

Within weeks after reconciling, Jungkook opened up his heart to you as well. Telling you about So-hee and how he found out that she had been actively cheating on him throughout their entire relationship. 

As he sobbed into your chest, you comforted him. You stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings. Without even realizing it, you desperately wished that instead of returning home to Suho, you would return to Jungkook. 

These late nights with Jungkook did not go unnoticed by Suho. He grew angrier and angrier, day by day. Slut-shaming you, belittling you and even threatening you out of anger and spite. 

This was when you drew the line. One night after he finished his routine of calling you a ‘whore’ and storming out of the house, you packed up your stuff and left. 

You went to the only place you could and that was Jungkook’s apartment. 

When you showed up, rain soaked with 2 full suitcases, Jungkook said nothing and only opened his door wider to let you in. He wrapped you in his arms, the second you entered the threshold of his home, not caring that you were soaking his shirt. 

He comforted you, the same way you had done to him. He stroked your hair and whispered sweet nothings. He let you sleep in his bed and he pulled up the covers for you. He cooked warm meals for you and sat by you while you ate, encouraging you to eat more. He showered you in daily compliments and praises and urged you to block Suho on everything. And little by little with Jungkook’s support, you got over Suho and fell back in love with Jungkook. 

Flashback (End):

Your heart felt heavy. All you wanted right now, was to bury your head into Jungkook’s neck and cry. 

And that’s when it hit you, all you wanted right now was Jungkook. Not Suho, not anyone else, just Jungkook. 

You jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed a random hoodie from your closet (which happened to belong to Jungkook). 

You ran out of your apartment, heaving by the time you got to the entrance of the building. It was pouring and the sky was inky black. 

You didn’t know where he would go but you went with your gut. So within 7 minutes of sprinting in the rain, you arrived in front of Jimin’s house. 

You pressed the doorbell of his house, panting. Jimin opened the door cautiously, but upon seeing you and the state of your body, he quickly let you in. 

“Oh my god, Y/N! You’re drenched. Do you know what time it is?! It’s dangerous to be running outside so late at night. Take a seat and I’ll bring you a towel”, Jimin started, moving towards the bathroom to get you a towel. 

“Jimin, where is he?”, you muster out, voice cracking. 

“Y/N, please just dry off and I’ll tell you”, he says exasperatedly, “He’ll kill me if you get sick”

Within seconds, you dry off. Your mind was moving a mile a minute and the adrenaline from running was wearing off, leaving you sore, tired and cold.  

Jimin finally returned with a cup of steaming hot tea. He placed the mug on the table in front of you and took a seat opposite of you. 

“Jimin, please...”, you whispered. 

Jimin nodded, sighing deeply. 

“He’s in the room down the hall. Walk in quietly though, he probably fell asleep. Don’t mess up again, it took a lot of effort to get that big man-baby to stop crying. He loves you a lot, and I know you love him so please sort this out. I swear, I’m such an amazing friend to both of you. I deserve a raise, so you two better pay me back later”, Jimin said with a big teasing smile. 

You pushed his shoulder playfully and walked towards the door for Jungkook’s room. 

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves, as you stood in front of the door. You contemplated on whether or not this was a good idea. However, the thought of seeing Jungkook again gave you the courage to finally twist the handle and walk into the room. 

The bedroom was dark and nothing felt familiar, other than the faint smell of Jungkook. 

The faint smell of familiar soap, was one that you automatically associated with Jungkook because it was a cologne that you bought him. He used it religiously, making your entire apartment smell like him and you came to the realization of how empty the apartment felt without Jungkook. 

As you stood at the doorway with a bated breathe, Jungkook stirred. You realized that you left the door open, the light from the hallway filtered into the dark room. You lightly shut the door when you heard Jungkook’s voice. 

“Y/N?”, he called out, groggily. 

Your eyes watered as you made your way to the edge of his bed. You kneeled near the head of his bed and clasped his hand in yours. You brought his hand up to your cheek and sobbed. 

“God, I’m so sorry. Jungkook. Baby, I love you so much and I am so sorry that I was stupid”, you choked out, your words were border-line incoherent. 

Upon hearing your sobs, Jungkook immediately broke out of his sleepy daze. He sat up and pulled into his lap, patting your back comfortingly. 

Your shoulders shook from the extent of your sobs as you buried your head into the crook of his neck, but your cries started to quiet as Jungkook soothed you. The simple action of being able to hold him close to you was enough to calm you down completely. 

Once you stopped crying, you moved up from his neck. You cupped his face in your hands and stared into his bright eyes. His hands firmly gripped your hips, as if he was scared you were going to run away. 

When he smiled his bunny-like smile at you, you smiled back. Overcome with nothing but hopeful bliss, you brought his lips up to yours and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. He responded immediately, kissing you back passionately. 

You kissed until you had to pull away to breathe. As you refilled you lungs with air, you caressed his jaw. Pushing away awry strands of hair, you giggle again. 

“I missed you, baby”, Jungkook whispers. 

“I missed you more. I’m sorry about what happened today. I should’ve told you about Suho but honestly I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to stress you out. I was just going to meet him to get closure. I want to cut him out of my life for good, Kook. I love you and only you, I want him out my life so I can love you more freely”, you explained. 

Jungkook nodded, “I understand, baby. I was in the wrong too. I should’ve trusted you and let you explain. But Y/N, you can tell me about these things, okay? I’m your boyfriend, and I want to know about these things in your life”

You smiled and pecked his lips as a sign of understanding. 

He smiled and pulled your head down to kiss you again. He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. “I was worried that you wouldn’t come. I couldn’t stop crying, I probably cried myself to sleep. I missed you so much, you know?”, Jungkook whispered, “I’m glad you’re here now though. Actually, hang on a second, how did you get here?” 

You laughed nervously and rubbed the back of your neck, “Uh- I ran here...” 

“In the rain?!”, Jungkook asked, “Baby, it’s pouring outside! Don’t tell me you got soaked in the rain” 

You laughed and pecked his nose, before attempting to slide off of him. 

“Nooo, babyyy. Stay on top of me. I missed you too much to let you go”, he whined childishly. 

“Kook, I’m not leaving. Just wanted to cuddle next to you, I’m too heavy for you, you’ll lose circulation to your thighs”, you laughed. 

“No, I won’t babe. I’ve been working out my thighs so that I can keep you on top of me forever” 

You laughed but still slid off of him and lay down on the pillow next to him. 

You felt him turn to you and wrap his arms around your waist, his face buried into your neck. 

He sighed happily. “I love you, baby”, he whispered drowsily. 

“I love you more, Kook”, you whispered back, listening to his breathes even out, a clear indication that he had fallen asleep. 

You sighed happily, tightening your hold on Jungkook’s hand and fell into deep slumber, wrapped in the embrace of a man who you loved more than anything in the world. 

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A/N: WOW!! Congrats if you read all of that!! Thank you for taking the time to read my work. This fic is something that I had in my drafts for a while but due to school, I wasn’t able to work on. But thankfully, winter break is doing me a solid and giving me time to write. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Please make sure to leave a like, comment and let me know your thoughts. I’m trying to segue way back into writing again, so feel free to reblog and share this story with others (with proper credits ofc). Once again, I love you all and thank you so much for you support <333333 

- iris ♡

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐖 : 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ; 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 ; 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 ; 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ; 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 ; 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐕'𝐬 ; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐬/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 ; 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟔.𝟓𝐤

𝐀/𝐍 𝟏 : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨/𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐀/𝐍 𝟐 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

“You really can’t make it?” You whispered, your eyes constantly glancing to the bottom of the bedroom door to make sure two tiny feet wouldn’t show up to listen in. It was tough to keep your voice down, especially considering how upset you were becoming with your husband's constant last minute cancellations of plans that had been in effect for months. “We talked about this… you promised him that you’d be able to make it too.” You hissed as you pointed to the door, once again making sure your son hadn’t overheard the silent argument. 

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair as he moved further into the room, dropping down onto the edge of the bed. “You really think I find enjoyment in letting you down, in letting him down?” He huffed, falling back onto the bed with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezing shut to try to block out the agitation he was feeling. 

“Kind of seems like that.” You retorted, your jaw clenched with your own agitation at just another family trip that would be soiled by Namjoons cancellation. “I might as well just be a single mother at this point with how much you’re gone… You said that things would be slowing down, that you’d be able to make it this time around.” You scoffed, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes, not specifically at him, but at the circumstances in general. “It’s ridiculous.” 

He groaned loudly, letting both of his hands fall over his face, dragging them down as a loud sigh escaped his lips. “You make it seem like I do this shit on purpose. Not just seem though, it’s like you actually believe that I’m this much of an asshole.” He pushed himself up, his back ramrod straight as he stared at you. “Do you actually believe that?” 

Pursing your lips, you shrugged your shoulders, exasperated at everything at this point. “I don’t know, Namjoon. All I do know is that this trip has been planned weeks and weeks in advance, it’s on the calendar, our son… your son was so excited to finally take a family vacation with you and you just… You drop this on me the night before we have to go. God I…” You took a deep breath, wanting to pull your hair out, wanting to scream, but not wanting to upset your son in the process. “I hate you sometimes…” Slowly exhaling, your tongue in your cheek as you looked between him and the door, you let out an exhausted chuckle. “We’re leaving early, I’m sleeping in his room tonight. Don’t bother trying to wake up in time to catch us, I’d rather him not be upset on the way out.” You said, trying your best to stay calm and collected, swallowing back the anger that threatened to swallow you entirely. 

“You know, I told you… I told you that things would get difficult, that my life was hectic and I wouldn’t always have time.” His defense was strong, or so he thought, but his rebuttal only had you more disgusted, cursing yourself for even marrying him at this point. “You said that you’d support me, that you’d stand by me no matter what. You weren’t so upset to get hitched when I was raking in the cash, were you?” His assumption and low blow had you whipping around, your finger pointed at him on the bed as tears of anger built in the corners of your eyes, your entire body trembling with rage. 

“Don’t… Don’t you dare try to throw all this shit back up in my face like it’s my fault!” You shouted, completely forgetting about your son who was in the other room. “I did stand by you, I supported you every fucking chance that I got! I gave up my entire life for you! I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t go anywhere. Any semblance of normalcy that I once had, it was gone, but I dealt with it for you!” You seethed at him, your fingers gripping the edges of your shirt, worried that if you didn’t have something to keep yourself grounded you’d end up doing something that you’d regret. “For the past eight years… Eight fucking years, Namjoon, I wasn’t me, I was just some fucking extension of you, and I dealt with it, because I thought that… hey, maybe it’ll all get better as soon as his career starts dwindling down. But no! For some fucking reason it just keeps getting worse.” You took a shaky breath, your nose sniffling as you looked at your husband through glossy eyes. “And now… Now our son who just wanted to have some time with his family, which he for some reason thinks still includes you, now he’s going to be let down… Again. I’m tired of letting him down… But you wouldn’t understand that because you never have to be the one to tell him that you can’t make it. It’s never you.” Your head fell back as you let out a heavy sigh, running your hands over your face, gasping quietly in disbelief at everything that was going on right now. “Do you even know him?” You questioned him, watching as his eyes narrowed at you quizzically. 

“What do you mean? Of course I know my son, what kind of stupid question is that?” He scoffed at your question, shaking his head as he looked at you. 

“What’s he like? What’s his favorite color? What bedtime story does he like, what’s his favorite food, what’s his favorite movie, show, song, toy? What do you know about him?!” Namjoon shook his head once more, clearly finding your sudden questionnaire ridiculous and foolish, but it only further proved your point. “You walk around like you’re father of the year to a kid that you don’t even know.” 

He threw his hands up, his annoyance spilling over in the tone of his voice. “What do you want me to say, Y/N?! I’m sorry I’m busy, I’m sorry that I have a job to do! I mean… How the hell am I even supposed to know what he likes?! He’s six years old and he hasn’t spoken a word! How is that my fault?!” 

You were at a loss for words, seeing red as you looked at the man on the bed, the man that you felt like you didn’t even know anymore. He didn’t know the half of what you’ve dealt with the past four years, the absolute hell that you were put through trying to raise your son on your own. “I never said it was your fault!” You screamed, your chest rising and falling heavily as your teeth gritted together. “You didn’t even take the time to try to get to know him, you’re embarrassed by him! That’s why you feel no shame in doing what you’re doing, what you always do!” You pulled the rings off your finger, throwing them across the room, the action exhilarating and almost liberating in a way. “It’s always about you! It always has been and always will be! God forbid the fucking world knows that Kim Namjoon has a child with autism!” 

His glare was deadly as he looked between you and where the rings had landed on the floor, his own fingers yanking off the ring that you had placed there on the day of your wedding. “That’s really what you think?! That I don’t love my son?! You’re ridiculous, Y/N! You’re putting words in my mouth!” 

“I’ve known how you felt for a while… I saw the way you’d look at him when you’d come home, you wouldn’t even acknowledge him once he got the diagnosis. You won’t even let the guys around him… You haven’t even told your parents what’s going on, you’re ashamed!” You had been pacing the room, stopping once more at the door, your hand on the knob. “He didn’t ask for this either… He fought from the day he was born… And to have his own father turn his back on him… I couldn’t imagine the way that makes him feel. You know… Just because he can’t say it, doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it… I just want you to remember that.” There was nothing left for you to say, and the silence that followed after you had finished showed that he had nothing to say either. It was done, and the entire argument had left you exhausted, both physically and mentally and all you wanted to do was lay in bed next to your son and hold him, to let him know that not everyone had given up on him, that you’d always be there. 

Your son grunted loudly as he pulled against your hand, trying to lead you into the bedroom where Namjoon was sleeping. “Honey… He’s not coming… He can’t… I’m sorry.” You whispered, pausing in the middle of the hallway to lower yourself to his level, brushing your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him as he stomped his feet on the ground. “I know… I know… Shhh, honey, it’s okay…” You kissed his forehead before lifting him up, trying to hide the tears that were building on your lashes. “We’re gonna go on a plane… You like planes.” You murmured, trying to keep your tone steady as you wheeled your luggage through the hallway, not wanting your son to hear just how much you were struggling. “And we’re gonna go see Mickey Mouse, you love Mickey Mouse.” 

He grunted again, this time a sound of approval at the mention of Mickey Mouse, clapping his hands together. His happiness was the source of your own and you sighed softly when his feet had finally stopped kicking against you, his head resting against your shoulder instead. “Wait… Y/N wait…” Namjoons voice called from behind you, his hair disheveled and his clothes a wrinkly mess as he stumbled out of the bedroom. The sound of his voice had your son turning, kicking his feet again as he reached out for his father. “Let me help…” 

You couldn’t show how annoyed you were, not in front of your son, and you would never go against your son's wishes, so you swallowed back your reluctance and handed him over to Namjoon. “I told you… That you shouldn’t come out when we’re leaving… He’ll only be more upset.” You tried to keep your voice light, a smile on your face as you said it, but the smile was anything but genuine, your teeth clenched so hard that you felt a cramp starting up in your jaw. “If you’d like, you can help carry the bags to the car. I’ll carry him down.” You tried to sound cheerful, as if your marriage hadn’t practically ended last night, but the task was becoming harder and harder with each passing second. 

“I love you, Namgil…” Namjoon murmured to your son, petting his own hand over your son’s hair, the tiniest trickle of a tear moving down his face as he said it. “You’re gonna have a fun time at Disney World… right? You’ll see Mickey?” Your son cheered excitedly once more at Mickey Mouse’s name, his hands clapping together on Namjoons cheeks before holding them firm, grunting quietly in frustration as his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s he doing?” Namjoon questioned, his eyes glancing over at you as you watched your son. 

“He’s trying to tell you he loves you…” You said matter-of-factly, your son finally relaxing once you had let Namjoon know. “I can’t miss the flight, I booked this time specifically for him.” You added, reaching out to grab your son from Namjoon. “I have to get him on the plane before anyone else, I have to make sure he doesn’t have to use the bathroom, I have to get him in his seat and get his headphones on and make sure his movie starts up and that he’s comfortable so he doesn’t have a meltdown… People don’t take too lightly to that, so I have to go.” 

Namjoon shook his head, but carefully handed your son over to you, kissing the top of his head as he did. “Why do you use commercial? You could have used the private plane, it would be way more comfortable for you and him. You wouldn’t have to worry about people complaining either… Not that they understand…” You eyed him incredulously, baffled at the nerve he had to say it that way. “I don’t understand either… Not as much as you do… But I’m trying to help here, for christ's sake, Y/N… Let me help.” 

Nobody was yelling, and while you normally wouldn’t have noticed the slight raise in volume of Namjoons voice, now you could, and so could your son who was covering his ears and kicking at your sides. “Shhh… Shhh, it’s alright, honey… We’re quiet… It’s okay, we’re being quiet.” You cooed to him, rubbing circles in his back as you glared up at Namjoon. “Could you please… Just bring the bags to the car so I can get him buckled in?” 

He nodded slowly, taking a deep breath as he grabbed the handles to yours and Namgils bags and carried them down the stairs and out the front door. You followed behind, still trying to soothe your son with back rubs and hair pats, his fingers gripping onto your shirt as you got him outside, practically running to your car once you were out of the house. “Let me help you buckle him in, just start up the car, I’ve got it.” Namjoon said, holding his arms out for your son, and you didn’t really feel like you had much time to spare, passing him over to Namjoon and running around to the front of the car to start the engine. 

“I’m… okay…” Your son said, the sound of his voice causing you to whip around in your seat. He was holding his plush Koya out to Namjoon who seemed frozen, as still as a statue as he looked down at him. “I’m… okay….” He repeated, thrusting the stuffed animal into Namjoons hands with a wide smile. It wasn’t the first time you had actually heard him speak, but it was the first time he had used words with Namjoon, something that clearly had your husband shocked. 

“Isn’t… This is your car Koya… Don’t you need him, buddy?” Namjoon asked, looking down at the plushy that was now in his hands, the tears coming more steadily now as his fingers dug into the blue koala. “You don’t need to give him to me… I’m okay too.” He tried to reassure his son, but Namgil only shook his head, kicking his feet against the seat in front of him in agitation. 

“No!” He shouted, kicking his feet harder as his little hands balled up into fists. “I’m… okay! I can… talk! I’m… okay!” The words hit you like a brick, your nails digging into your legs as you bit the insides of your cheeks, anger at yourself for the argument the night before getting so out of hand that your son obviously heard it, and anger at Namjoon for having said what he did, the words clearly sticking with your son. 

All you could do was shake your head, staring at Namjoon who looked like he had just been punched, and at that moment, you felt that it would have been better if he had been. “Please, shut the door… We need to get to the airport.” You whispered, trying your best not to show your son how upset you truly were. “When I get back home… I’m done… I just want you to know that so you’re not expecting anything… I’m not that kind of person.” You said, watching as Namjoon robotically shut your son's door without another word, backing away from the car so you could pull out of the driveway. 

There was a sense of finality in the actions that had your eyes welling up, struggling to keep them clear so you could drive. What had happened the night before, what had happened so many times… It had all led up to this moment. 

Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed, Koya held tightly in his arms as he tried to think of what to do, what he could do, as if there was something that could possibly make any of this better. As much as he wanted to believe there was something that would fix things, something that would make you come back to him, but he knows now that he’s done too much, he went too far, and not only did he hurt you, but he had hurt his son as well. He didn’t even know how he was supposed to live with himself knowing what he had done, seeing the pain that he had caused in yours and his son's eyes. 

The tears had come immediately after he had stepped over the threshold into the house again and they hadn’t stopped since, the light blue fabric that was Koya had since turned a darker shade from the tears that had puddled on top of the plushies head. The rain came soon after, pouring from the sky much like his tears poured from his eyes, beating against the windows of the bedroom that felt far too large now. He could barely even see through the glass, the trees out in the front yard had disappeared behind the raindrops that covered his window and the sudden sense of panic and fear and dread that overwhelmed him when he thought of you driving in these conditions couldn’t be pushed back. 

He spent the better half of the next 30 minutes straightening up the already practically spotless master bedroom, continually glancing out the window just to catch the dismal gray sky alight with the bolts of lightning that struck close by, followed by the house shaking thunder. The airport couldn’t possibly allow any of the flights to take off in this kind of weather, and while he wasn’t too fond of the idea of you and your son stuck in a crowded airport, he’d rather the two of you stay there than take your chances on the roads. 

As he continued cleaning the room, a glint of light came from the foot of the bed, catching his eye immediately, causing him to drop down on his knees to pick it up. The rings that you had thrown in a fit of angry passion were still on the floor which meant that they weren’t on your fingers, the one place where he thought they’d stay for the rest of the forever that he wanted to spend with you. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, as if his apology would be heard by you, and as much as he wished it would be, he knew that the only audience he had were the 4 walls of the bedroom that he had encased himself within. 

Another roaring roll of thunder seemed to have the entire foundation of the house vibrating beneath him, that vibration only continuing as his phone rang out on the nightstand beside the bed. In a hurry, he crawled across the floor that he had been sitting on, snatching his phone to answer the call before even checking the ID. “Hey, we’re canceling the meeting today, there’s no way we’re all making it to the office.” Jungkook said through the speaker, and all Namjoon could muster was a hum of agreement in response. “Bang isn’t really sure when we’ll be able to reschedule it for, so uh… Enjoy some time with Y/N and Namgil… Tell them I said hi too.” 

The rings that he held in his hand felt like freshly heated silver, as if the bands were still blazing red in his palm, but he knew that it was just the heat of his own anger boiling over inside of him. Angry at himself, angry at the world, angry at everything and everyone in the world that seemed to work so hard against him. It was like the universe wanted things to work out this way, but he wouldn’t allow it to be like that, he wouldn’t allow the universe to get its way, not this time, not when it came down to you and him, not when it came down to his family. 

Pushing himself up off the floor, he ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs, grabbing his keys off the keyring hook beside the door before flipping on the news. There was no reason to try to make it to the airport, to make it to you, if traffic were backed up. He would get there once the rain started to clear up, but he couldn’t risk himself and the lives of other people on the road for the sake of some romantic movie like reunion at the airport. 

“The traffic isn’t looking very good if you’re heading in the direction of Incheon airport. A seven car accident has left road workers and emergency workers turning everyone around to head back home. We have no reports as of now on the status of the drivers and or passengers in these seven vehicles, although we’re hoping that they all make it out alright.” The news anchor spoke as a live view of the accident was being shown on the screen, the helicopter flying right above the sight of it and the vehicles that had been involved in the accident were almost unrecognizable. “We’ll keep you updated on the status of the crash and the people that were involved as this story develops.” 

The sudden sinking feeling in Namjoons chest almost had him crumbling to the floor, and while he hadn’t been able to see the vehicles, something in him was just screaming, telling him that you and his son had been in that wreck, the thought of it sending him running to the sink in the kitchen, the urge to throw up overcoming him completely. 

His legs felt like noodles, his knees weak and the constant heavy breathing had him feeling like he was going to throw up again. He didn’t know what he’d do if you and Namgil were in that crash, he didn’t even want to think about it, but as the light of the television flickered and the droning sound of the reporter filled the empty space around him, he knew that he needed to face the fact that it could be a possibility. “Breaking news now, the first car that has been pulled from the wreckage was a black 2022 Hyundai Palisade with a woman and a young boy inside. We can’t release any information on who these people are yet, but if this description sounds familiar to anyone that you know, please call in to the number at the bottom on your screen.” 

Sinking, that’s what it felt like as soon as he heard it. It was like a lightswitch had been flicked on, but he didn’t want to see the contents of the room, he wanted to shut it all out, he wanted to slam the door and pretend he hadn’t seen it at all. He knew what he had to do though, and his hand, as if on its own, reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone to dial the number, praying that it was a coincidence, praying that you and your son weren’t the ones in that car. 

Guilt was the damndest thing, the way it could eat away at a person, the reasons for feeling it sometimes strange and morbid in their own way. It wasn’t exactly survivor's guilt, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d rather be dead than standing over the tiny hospital bed where his son lay connected to breathing tubes and IV’s in the ICU. 

You were in the next room over, and he had to take turns walking between each room, unsure of how he was even able to manage that much. Every step he took felt like he was carrying the weight of a million pounds on his shoulders, his own breathing unsteady as he took in the image of the two people he loved most in the world, looking like they were on the verge of leaving him. 

The Koya was still gripped in his arms as he walked between the rooms, the rings that you had thrown were being worn on his pinky finger, like they were the last two things connecting him to you and Namgil. “Sir, maybe you’d like to go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat or drink.” One of the nurses said as she came into the room to check you over, writing something out on her clipboard as she did. He wished that he could see it, he wished that he could see what was written, but he feared that whatever it was was something that would only make the pain he felt worse. 

“They were going to Disney World…” He muttered in a raspy voice, a voice that he barely had from all the crying he had done. “I was… I was supposed to go with them… But I couldn’t…” His voice broke at the end as he clutched tighter onto the plush koala in his hands. “My son… He loves Mickey Mouse… And he loves planes. His favorite food is… is pizza… cheese pizza… And he loves apple juice. His favorite movie is… Toy Story…. And his favorite toy is… Bullseye… From the movie… That’s my boy….” The nurse nodded in understanding, although he was sure that she didn’t truly understand why he was telling her all of these things, she most likely assumed that he was just having a breakdown, and maybe he was, but he needed someone to know that he did know his son, that he did love his son. 

“Sir… your son is going to be okay and so is your wife…” He glanced over to you, watching your chest rise and fall unnaturally with the help of the machine that you were hooked up to. “They’re going to be just fine, so please, go get something to eat and then get some rest, you need it.” She nodded at him before pivoting and walking out of the room and leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts once more, the silence of the room only broken by the soft beeps of the heart monitor beside your bed. 

How hypocritical it would be to get something to eat right now, when you and your son were being fed through IV’s because both your mouths were filled with tubes that helped you to breathe. He was terrified to sleep, the unknown of the future lingering above his head like the dark clouds that had filled the sky the day of the accident. He was petrified of what he’d possibly wake up to if he even tried to get a wink of sleep, and he couldn’t even fathom leaving the room to go to the cafeteria. So he didn’t… He stayed in the vicinity of the two rooms, going back and forth between them both until his legs couldn’t carry him anymore, until he broke down at the side of Namgils bed, holding onto his son's hand and silently begging him and you to be okay. 

“Joon… you have to go home, get some sleep, we’ll stay here with both of them… Please… You need to look out for yourself too.” Taehyung said with Jimin murmuring in agreement right behind him, the younger members hand placed firmly on Namjoons shoulder in a sentiment of support and sympathy. “We’re worried about you…” He added, but Namjoon wasn’t having it, the words only further proved what you had said the night before all of this had happened. 

“Always about me…” Namjoon muttered, shaking his head, his disheveled hair flopping around his sullen face. “I’ve looked out for myself enough… That’s all I ever did… That’s why they’re here. If… If I had gone with them… This wouldn’t have happened… Or I’d at least be going through it with them. I’ve been selfish, and I always thought that he and her would always just… be there… That she’d always put up with my shit… And now look…” A quiet sob escaped him as his forehead fell against the edge of his son's bed, a spot where he had accidentally passed out every night for the past 5 days. 

“You can’t think like that.” Jimin whispered, moving to squat down beside Namjoon. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened… That storm came out of nowhere. No one had been able to predict it, and there were a lot of other accidents all over the area…” Words of what seemed like an attempt to be reassurance fell upon deaf ears as Namjoon continued to shake his head, weeping into the bedside. “Y/N wouldn’t want you to beat yourself up over this, and neither would he… If you’re not going to go home, at least grab something to eat and take a nap on the couch. You couldn’t possibly be comfortable right now…” 

“And who am I to enjoy the luxury of comfort when my wife and son have tubes shoved down their throats because they can’t even breathe on their own? Surely they’re not comfortable right now, so why should I be?” He took a shaky breath, letting it out slowly before turning to look at the two men who had become brothers to him, his eyes blotchy, red and puffy from the countless tears that had spilled from them. “I just want them to be okay…” He practically whimpered, curling into himself as he broke down once again, both of the guys falling to the floor beside him and holding onto him, a last ditch effort to hold together the man that had been their leader for so long. 

“Mmph…” You groaned as you shifted your body to climb out of the car, one hand holding onto the handle as your other hand worked to push you from the seat. You didn’t remember much, all you could remember was the fear that squeezed you like a vice grip as you tried to control your car from plowing into the two others that had already crashed in front of you. All that had run through your head was your son, wanting nothing more to protect him and hoping, praying that he had been strapped in well enough in his booster seat that he would be okay. 

The two of you had been okay, that was the crazy thing, you had pumped the brakes enough that when you hit the car in front of you, it hadn’t even been hard enough to leave much more than a small scratch in your fender. It wasn’t your initial crash that had been the problem, it was the four other cars that had come behind you, and somehow your car had ended up on the bottom of everyone else's. 

To say that you and your son were lucky would just be too minute a term. By some miracle, the two of you had made it out alive, although in critical condition, but after a month and a half in the hospital, you were finally able to go back home. “Let me help you, I can help you…” Namjoon said as he ran around the front of the car to hold the door open for you, his hand offered out for you to grab, and you quickly did, clenching your teeth as you finally planted your feet on the ground. 

He let out a sigh of relief when your hand stayed in his, but you could read it on his face, see it in his eyes that he was still upset. “Please stop blaming yourself, Joon… It’s not like you’re the one who brought on the storm. Just be happy that we’re here.” You smiled at him, letting his hand drop from your own as you looked towards the passenger doors. “Can you bring him in…? I don’t think I’ll be able to carry him.” 

He rolled his eyes at your joke, thinking that it was far too soon for you to be making fun at your current state, but then again, there was no point in staying sad about it, it would only bring you down and slow down the healing process. It was much easier to laugh about it, in the hypothetical sense, because it helped you to forget just how bad it really was. 

“I should have asked the guys to come over, they would have been able to help you while I get him.” Namjoon murmured, his back turned to you as he carefully lifted Namgil out of the car, cradling him against his chest delicately as he walked towards the house. Each of his steps were slow and calculated, trying to figure out how to move so that Namgil wouldn’t feel much of it. “And please don’t try to tell me that you’re okay, your ribs are still broken. It’s a miracle that they didn’t puncture your lungs…” 

His body shuddered at the thought of it, the thought of potentially having lost you, so you quickly snapped your mouth shut, not wanting to upset him more. “Lay him in our bed… I don’t think I’ll be able to fit into his and be comfortable, plus it’ll be easier for me to care for him.” You said, following slowly behind Namjoon, trying your best to refrain from grunting or wincing too much. 

Namjoon sighed quietly, nudging open the front door with his knee and holding it for you as you walked in before going straight to the stairs. “I’ll help you up once I get him in… Don’t try to get up the stairs by yourself, please… If not for me, at least for him. I know he wouldn’t want you to end up back in the hospital.” He said on his way up, his words having you stop at the landing, silently grateful for the small break that you had, leaning against the railing and trying to collect yourself, telling yourself that the pain wasn’t as bad as it felt. 

“I’m gonna have to get a stairlift or something put in here so I can get up and down the stairs… He still needs to eat and drink…” You told nobody in particular as Namjoon made his way back down the stairs, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist once he reached you. “Maybe I can just get a mini fridge and a microwave for the bedroom for the time being, just so that I don’t have to leave him.” You were trying to figure things out, and for the most part, Namjoon was silent, listening to everything you had to say as he helped you up to the bedroom. 

Your son was awake, propped up on two pillows in the middle of the bed, watching the tv screen that hung over the dresser in the bedroom. Mickey Mouse was on, and for the first time since you had woken up in the hospital, you could see a faint smile on his face, the sight of it was enough to have you tearing up. “Lay down and get comfortable…” Namjoon urged as he walked you to the bed, his arm never letting you go until you were laying down and covered up. “And… could you stop talking as if you’re going to be doing this by yourself.” He whispered, lowering himself down next to your side of the bed, his voice quiet enough that only you’d be able to hear it. 

“I really don’t want to argue with you right now…” You whispered back, your nails gripping the blankets and pulling them up higher to your chin. “I just need to figure things out for when you go back to work… I just need to get myself better so I can make him better… Okay. Don’t worry about it.” That was the end of it, at least you wanted it to be the end, you didn’t want to come back home and immediately pick up where you had left off. The least he could have given you was one day to get comfortable in your home again. 

He shook his head, grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with your own and the feeling of his hand in yours, his skin against your own, it was something that you hadn’t felt in so long, not in this way, it was almost shocking to you. “I’m staying here with you, and with him. I’m not leaving… I’m not… I won’t, not for anything.” He murmured, his thumb brushing over yours as he looked into your eyes, wanting you to see the sincerity that burned within them. “I’ll be right here the whole time.” He emphasized his words, pulling the rings out of his pocket and sliding them onto your finger. “I messed up and I missed out on a lot of things… But I’m not going to do that anymore. I’m not going to be an idiot anymore, at least I’ll try my best not to be… But I love you, and I love him, and the two of you are my whole world… I’d do anything for you two, and I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize what I truly had.” His bottom lip trembled as it pressed against his upper lip, his nose twitching with silent sniffles. 

He was your husband, he was the father of your son, and he was the love of your life. He was genuine, and he was kind, albeit sometimes he didn’t use his head a lot, but he loved you and he loved his family, and that love was strong and it ran deep, that much you were sure of. You had heard the stories from the other guys during your recovery that he would go between the hospital rooms, and that he’d refuse to sleep, and that they basically had to force feed him jell-o because he didn’t want to eat and they were worried he’d end up in one of the rooms as well. At the end of the day, no matter how stressful things got, and no matter what happened, he’d always come home to you, and on those days where you felt your worst, he was always there to lift you up and tell you how amazing you were. You needed him just as much as he needed you, and your son needed both of you. 

“Have…” You whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb the quiet snores of your sleeping son beside you. Namjoons head tilted in confusion as he absentmindedly toyed with the rings on your finger. “You said had… Past tense… You still have us, we’re not going anywhere either… It was only goodbye for a little while.”

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Office Hours (M)

Chapters

01: Introduction (12,204 words) | read on ao3 02: Syllabus (11,012 words) | read on ao3 03: Textbook (12,036 words) | read on ao3 04: Exams (13,266 words) | read on ao3 05: Project (11,471 words) | read on ao3 06: Final (13,486 words) | read on ao3 Total Word Count: 73,475

Summary

When you’re an early career researcher who has just broken up with the love of your life, who is desperately trying to keep your lab afloat, and who is still embattled in a years-long feud with the hotshot professor down the hall for the only tenured spot that will make itself available at this top tier university in at least the next decade, you really don’t have any choice but to save the emotions for another time. You don’t expect them to bubble up and out of you when you have a particularly rough day, and you certainly don’t expect refuge in the arms of your rival. But crazier things have happened in darkened hallways and behind closed office doors.

Excerpt

Neither of you stop until you’ve explored every corner of his office and start to notice the morning rays streaming in through the shades and making horizontal, thin, yellow lines. Both of you are on the floor, on your backs, bodies spent and aching, tired eyes staring up at the sunlit patterns on the old, cheap ceiling.

You can already hear your fellow faculty grumbling into their offices and some students chattering eagerly throughout the halls, all of them getting ready for another day of learning.

Namjoon checks his watch. “Guess we’re both canceling our 8 AM classes,” he whispers.

You laugh softly. “After that, I’m canceling my whole day.”

“Good. Me too, then.”

You turn your heads to look at each other.

Just over twenty-four hours ago, both of you were looking into each others’ eyes from across a conference room table, screaming that the other would shut up. Now, you realize that there are so many more questions to ask, and that you desperately want to find out each other’s answers.

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader; Jin x Reader

Genres: Grad School AU / E2L / Friends / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst / Professor!Namjoon / Professor!Jin / Professor!Reader / Grad Students!Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, and Taehyung / College!Jungkook 

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Content Warnings: Hard and soft smut, questionable workplace ethics, some academic jargon so if you hate that shit this won’t be for you lol, competition, angst, jealousy, mental health especially as it relates to academia, grad school stress, tenure stress, obviously I’m processing grad school through my writing lol

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld | office hours  @iron-sass @jwlmnbt @spookyricewithsoysauce @bangtaened-army @aliceollormusic @thisisval @notindisguise​ (taglist closed!)

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Enchanted To Meet You || 02.

​◈ summary: no one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates for that matter. humans don’t have soulmates but shapeshifters do. what are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren’t even human.

the band is on a hiatus and army thinks they are completing their mandatory military service. you believe that too, at least you did, until you realised that you had adopted them and that one way or another they were gonna live with you—as hybrids because apparently you all are soulmates. 

◈ (hybrid au // soulmate au // idol au) (fluff // humour // smut // angst  // eventually nsfw) (nc-18) (ot7 x reader) (slow burn)

☆ chapter two.

series master-list

warnings for this chapter: none.

"Ohmygod! Are you DYING?" 

At that, you come to, croaking out a soft 'No' as you gulp in air to replenish your depleted lungs. Far too breathless to do anything more, you shake your head and grip Tiffany's wrist in an attempt to reassure her that you aren't dying. Regardless of how you felt like you were just a few seconds ago.

"W-water." Wincing at how frail your voice sounds, you watch from the corner of your eye as Tiffany scrambles to fulfil your request. There is a steady buildup of pain behind your eyes, accompanied by a mildly uncomfortable prickliness in your throat, as though you have swallowed something on a dry throat. Topping the physical discomfort is confusion. You can't figure out what just happened—was it a stroke of some sort? Migraine? Tumor? 

The med student in you can't help but consider all the worst possibilities—maybe you are dying. You came to adopt a pet, and now suddenly, there is a very real possibility of you dying. 

Great.

Lost in abysmal thoughts as you come to terms with the fact that you might be dying, you fail to notice when a figure creeps closer. It's only when you feel a warm and strangely wet sensation on your forearm that your head twists to come face to face with a rabbit.

His silky soft white fur looks smooth and clean; the uniformity disturbed only by the random pale brown fur patches all over his body. For some reason, your heart twinges when his big chocolate brown eyes peer into yours with what seems almost like fondness?

With a puff of exhaled breath, your head tilts back, eyes locking onto some point on the ceiling.

"Oh, isn't this just fantastic! Apparently, now I am delusional too." You vent to no one in particular with a roll of your eyes. You would have shaken your head at the sheer stupidity of your thoughts, but afraid to make the ache worse, you stop yourself preemptively. 

The thump of rapidly approaching footsteps lets you know that Tiffany is coming with the promised glass of water, and you try to straighten your torso up into a sitting position, grimacing when your body violently protests the motion. The pounding behind your eyes has now dulled into an irritating but bearable ache, and other than a little drained, you feel mostly fine. 

"Here you go, sweetie," comes Tiffany's concerned call as she hands you the glass and kneels beside you. With a murmured thanks, you take the offered glass and then promptly choke when she wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, letting you rest your weight on her. 

This is weird, you think, as you sit there sipping after a choking induced coughing fit.  

You are virtually snuggling up to a stranger and even in your half-delirious state, the fact that she is under no obligation to care doesn't escape you. Albeit you are probably dying, and considering how painfully single you are, this is quite possibly the only action you will get. 

With that rather glum thought, you push aside the strangeness of the situation and gulp down the entire glass, letting out a relieved sigh as the last drop goes down your throat. You had been parched. 

"I am okay now." You reassure Tiffany, straining yourself to stand up straight, only to almost topple over, wincing at the pins-and-needles feeling in your legs.

"You sure? "she questions as her worried eyes track your movements, arms outstretched and ready to catch you if you fall again. 

Humming, you shake your legs and shimmy to get the blood flow going to all your extremities. Once you are sure you are as good as you will be, you turn and smile. 

"Thank you so much! I don't know what happened, guess my blood pressure dropped or something. It's fine, don't worry about it, I am okay now!" you quickly reassure her again when the lines of concern on her face deepen and give her a grin and a tiny jump to drive your point home.

"If you are sure...," Tiffany hesitantly responds. You hear the scepticism in her voice but don't do anything save shooting her another smile. You don't know what that was either and are currently entirely too drained to bother coming up with an explanation. 

A tickle against the soft skin of your foot forces your gaze down. It's the rabbit from before nuzzling gently against your pinky, his eyes more like a doe than a rabbit, gazing back at you. Hearing a gasp, you look up to see Tiffany looking at your feet—presumably at the bunny, disbelief etched onto every crevice of that pixie-like face.

"That's so strange. He never associates with anybody—human or rabbit. I thought he would need time to get close to you, but guess not..." she mumbles the last part so quiet you aren't sure if you were supposed to hear that or not. Glancing down at the rabbit near your feet, you quirk your brow in interest. 

You recall your rabbit being fidgety at the start too. He would scamper away whenever you would try to come close to play and was just generally a furry ball of anxiety for the first month or so. And yet here he is, another rabbit, evidently anything but flighty. If anything, he seems to be physically restraining himself from jumping on you, fidgeting and letting out restless tiny huffs of breath that you feel on your ankles. 

You have to repress a squeal at that, a mixture of your loneliness and his adorableness leaving you giddy. 

Crouching, you observe as he inches even closer. Raising his paws to rest on your knee, he hops up on your left thigh and looks up at you. His ears floppy and adorably long, twitch and stand straight, taking every sound in. His eyes, big and almond-like, continue to gaze at you unblinkingly as if waiting for something. 

Blinking, you grin and raise your left hand to gently pet him, and as though waiting for your confirmation, he springs up and hops closer to you. Nose twitching and quivering, he pushes his face against the flesh of your stomach breathing your scent in. 

You coo at that and wrap your arms around his tiny figure, cradling him close to your chest. Your heart essentially melts as you hold him close, letting your head drop over his back as you melt over how wholly warm and soft he is.

Your little moment is shattered when you hear a giggle and find Tiffany biting her lip and unabashedly grinning. You would be more embarrassed if you weren't feeling just as giddy, and so you just laugh. Let the happiness that is bubbling inside you and melting your viscera into a puddle; consume and escape you in little bursts of giggles and unintelligent babble. Tightening your embrace, you feel him nuzzle his face closer to your neck and over your pulse point and feel more so than hear a purr. 

Mind made up, your gaze swings up to catch Tiffany's, "I'll take him." 

At that, you swear, you feel him lick your neck before he nuzzles even closer, whiskers tickling your sensitive skin.

another chapter re-written! as always thankyou so much for reading 🥰 if you enjoy my work please let me know so by dropping any kind of feedback that you’d like because it keeps me going!

have a lovely day ahead 💕

[alternateafterthought]

This Time Around

Hey guys, how have you been?

I know it's been a while since I posted, even longer since I post any writing. I'll admit I have been writing, a lot actually, but I'm mostly focusing on my story on Wattpad, which you can check out here!!

This is a request I got from a new friend, and I really hope you all look forward to reading it! I'm looking to post it sometimes between the 4th-10th July so I hope you all look forward to it!

[zane-b00m]

New Wattpad Fanfiction:3

only for you exclusively to read!

BTS FanFics^^ - It's alright. (RM) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1193141049-bts-fanfics%5E%5E-it%27s-alright-rm?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Zuzubum_9&wp_originator=52waRQ%2Ba5URAvugLw2C%2FO5qsFadDAH3q%2F6SyMxtd1zxWFXMhL7tRjngJd4ncoD0ypzMqLhpZCFkiZ85HmZmS7%2BtK%2F1NWzo1lajEU2mmXsiD0uI37fjK%2BD86Oh%2BrdTYwV Can't find any good, grammatically at least decent fanfics about our favourite boys, BTS? No problem. I got you. Go and read some, cure your boredom:3

[effingamazayn]

News on Writing

I’m not sure if anyone exists on this page still, but I promised I’d always keep you all up to date on any writing projects if they came up. I honestly haven’t written in a long time, but wanted to start writing something for fun again. I’ve been pretty into BTS lately, and decided to start writing a fanfic for leisure on Wattpad. I’m not even really sure how people put their work out there anymore since it’s been so long, but I’ve definitely enjoyed the flow of writing again. Anyway, I’ll link below in case anyone who’s enjoyed my writing before wants to give it a read. As always, love to you!

https://www.wattpad.com/user/lexxondeck

[bbangpanmen]

1 new message | masterlist

pairing: idol!jimin x heiress!yn

genre: idol!verse | romance | social media au

you treat bts’ dms as a personal venting medium because you know they will never read your messages... until one day they do.

note: i lost my taglist for this au, so please if you’d like to be tagged just leave a comment! thank you!

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[coisasquetefazemsuspirar]

Do you want to start a new game?

💌 sopekook, namjin & vmin

Jeon Jungkook é um famoso gamer que após se assumir gay, passa a sofrer ataques preconceituosos. Por causa disso, encontra Min Yoongi, que entra na sua vida de surpresa, trazendo seu rival, Jung Hoseok e o passado que dividem juntos.

Kim Taehyung tem uma paixão por seu chefe e para conquistá-lo, pede ajuda de Park Jimin, mestre na arte da sedução. Porém, enquanto enfrenta uma batalha com sua própria mente, Jimin começa a cair no próprio jogo de atração.

Kim Seokjin é dono de uma boate prestes a falir; decidido em investir em propaganda, cruza o caminho de Kim Namjoon, manager de youtubers. Entretanto, ele nem imagina que o homem não confia nele.

Então, você está preparado para começar esse novo jogo?

Spirit || AO3 || Wattpad 

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐖 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 (𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) ; 𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 ; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ; 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ; 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ; 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟒.𝟓𝐤

Getting into the fan sign was one thing, you never thought you’d be chosen out of the millions of other people who had entered the raffle, but by some miracle your name had been drawn. Of course, you had gone to tell all of your friends, friends who had been the mastermind behind the crazy plan that had changed your life completely.

“Just give him the paper. What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t message you? That’s what everyone, including you, is expecting anyway.” Your friend had pointed out the obvious. It’s not like you actually expected him to message you, but it still had you sweating bullets as you held the small sheet of paper in your hand, your ID written neatly by your friend who had practically shoved it into your hand and manually clamped your fingers around it. “You’re going to be late if you don’t go now. Just do it. It’ll be fine. Plus, you’ll never see him again after today anyway… Unless you go to a concert but I’m sure he’s not going to pick you out in the crowd.”

It was a harsh way to tell you that you had nothing to worry about, nonchalantly informing you that your ultimate bias wouldn’t remember you, but she was so right that it was almost painful. You weren’t sure if you felt better about it or if you didn’t want to go to the fan sign at all, but she wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter, pushing you off the bed and towards the front door. “This is the dumbest thing…” You mumbled as she pulled open the door, a wide smile on her face as she shoved you out into the hallway, waving her fingers at you as she slowly shut the door.

“I’m sure I could come up with something even more ridiculous.” She said, but it sounded more like a threat, so you quickly shook your head, shoving the small piece of paper into the pocket of your jacket and heading towards the stairs that would lead you down to the first floor of your apartment, mentally screaming at yourself to just not give him the note, to just enjoy the small amount of time that you’d get to interact with your favorite idols, but a part of you wanted to know what would happen… Wishing on some type of lucky star that something would come of this foolish plan that your friend had come up with. Wishes didn’t come true though, you knew that after the countless amount of stars you had wished upon as a child, your eyes shut tight with your head tilted up to the dark sky, your hands clasped tightly together, innocent hopes and dreams whispered out into the open night air that had gone unanswered. It was foolish to wish for anything to come true now, but you wanted to hold onto that childish dream just a little longer, just long enough for it to be shattered completely by the end of the night.

Making your way through the members, your nerves were eating away at you, sweating profusely as they all tried to talk to you, but your eyes were on the member at the end of the table, smiling and chatting with the fan who was in front of him. Your fingers rubbed against the paper in your pocket, gnawing your lip nervously as you finally looked back down at Jimin who was laughing loudly. “You’re so nervous. You don’t have to be. We’re normal people too.” He said, and you wished that much was true, just another wish that wouldn’t be answered, but they weren’t the type of normal you were used to experiencing in your own life. If they were, they wouldn’t have a line of antsy fans waiting around just to see them. “And don’t worry about Suga. He had a nap before this, so he won’t be as cranky.”

Jimins small, lighthearted jab had Yoongi turning to look at the younger member, his eyebrows lowering as a small scowl took its place on his face. “Thank you for the introduction, Jimin.” Yoongi muttered, finally looking up at you as the line moved forward, his scowl fading to a soft smile as you bowed your head to him. “He makes me cranky, don’t worry about what he said though, I’m fine.” He defended himself quickly and you let out a nervous chuckle, the paper in your pocket felt red hot as you fidgeted with it even more, a quick pain shooting across your finger in the process. You hissed quietly, the sound had him looking at you with a puzzled expression as you pulled your hand out of your pocket, a small bubble of blood forming on the tip of your pointer finger as you stared at it. “Oh no… Do you need a bandaid? A napkin? I think I have tissues…”

You quickly shook your head, embarrassment consuming you completely, but he was already calling over one of the security members that were standing behind him and the rest of the members, asking them for a tissue, and as soon as he got it, it was handed to you. “You didn’t have to… I’m sorry.” You mumbled, lightly dabbing at your finger with the tissue before wrapping the thin cloth around it.

He hummed softly, folding his hands under his chin and tilting his head as he stared up at you. “You don’t have to be sorry. Just promise you’ll be more careful with the receipts in your pockets, or at least carry around a pack of bandaids just in case.” That gummy smile that you had come to love, that you had become so familiar with spread across his face, a low chuckle resounding in his chest.

Nodding quickly, you started to step away, but in a second you stopped, pulling the paper out of your pocket and placing it on the table and sliding it towards his hands that were drumming against the table top. “You don’t have to read it now… But when you’re not busy…” The words came out quickly, and you were half expecting him to wait for you to leave before handing it to one of the security to throw away, but he nodded to you, pulling out his wallet and slipping the small piece of paper inside one of the slots. It probably didn’t mean as much as you hoped it did, there was still a chance that the paper would end up in the garbage anyway, that it was all just an act to make you think he’d actually read it, but there was only one way you’d be able to find out if he read it, and for that, you’d have to wait.

Laying in your bed back at your apartment, you stared up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep or even close your eyes. Every vibration of your phone on the nightstand next to your bed had you jumping up, only to be let down by the notification on your screen from your friend, asking once again if you had gotten a message from Yoongi. She was only fueling your wishful thinking, and you were sure that it wasn’t good for your heart, or your mind, to get your hopes up the way that you were.

After the eighth text, you had grown tired of responding to her. At this point she was well past twenty, and you were getting tired of it. You hadn’t responded to any of her texts, and you were on the verge of turning off your phone completely. Another notification had your phone vibrating, the sound going right through you, your body jolting upright to snatch your phone off the nightstand, about to tell her to stop asking, to tell her that you just wanted to go to sleep, but then you saw the name at the top of the notification. Clearly you had fallen asleep and this was all a dream, but there was nothing wrong with indulging your subconscious mind in the dream that it had conjured up, so you quickly unlocked your phone, reading the message with a wide smile on your face.

“Papercut…? I’m pretty sure this is you… You’re the only one who was brave enough to slip your Kakao ID to me today. How’s your finger?” The message read, and even in the dream, you felt like you were going to faint, the burst of adrenaline and pure joy coursing through your veins was too much even for the dream version of you. Not just that, but even with all of that, your entire body froze up. So much for being able to be whoever you wanted to be in your dreams. You had assumed that you’d be a little more brave, a little less shy, that you’d be able to think of some witty reply to what he had said, but you were blank, you couldn’t think of anything, the fear of sounding foolish overcoming every other feeling and thought you had. “I was assuming that you had fallen asleep, but I see that you read the message. Is your finger keeping you from being able to text?”

A double text, not just a double text, but a double text from Min Yoongi. It was unexpected, you didn’t think he’d do something like that, he didn’t strike you as the type, but then again, you didn’t truly know him, you only knew the side of himself that he showed in front of the cameras. “No… My finger is fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to actually message me.” Honesty was the best quality, most people would respect that trait, and you hoped that Yoongi would understand the honesty behind your message.

It was immediately read, and then the little bubbles showed up at the bottom of the screen indicating that he was typing. A quick response, he had been waiting on your message screen for your response. Just another thing that you hadn’t expected from him. “That would have been rude of me. You gave me your Kakao ID, the least I could do is say hello. I’m sure you’ve been losing sleep over it.” Intuitive, but you weren’t going to flat out tell him that you had been waiting with your phone beside your bed for him to message you. Honesty was a good thing, but you had humility, and you weren’t going to be that forward with him. You were sure that this would be the only conversation you’d have with him, and you didn’t want to leave him with the impression that you were weird or obsessive.

“I’m not losing sleep. I’m not even tired right now.” You typed out the lie, hoping that he’d believe it when he read it. Not that it actually mattered though, did it? “But you’re probably tired… Goodnight, Suga. It was nice talking to you.” You quickly sent the message, smiling to yourself as a bittersweet feeling washed over you. The conversation, the interaction had been short lived, but it had happened, and you could finally fall asleep.

“Good morning, Papercut. Make sure to change the bandaid on your finger and eat breakfast.” The message had been sent two hours before you had actually gotten up, but the sight of it had you falling back onto the bed, burying your face into your pillows and letting out a squeal of excitement. “You’re finally up. You sleep long… You were lying about not being tired. You were exhausted. Eat.” The net message had your phone vibrating in your hand, and even though you felt yourself wake up, you could see the sun shining outside your window, you could feel it burning your eyes as they slowly adjusted to the light, you could barely believe that he was still texting you, that he hadn’t deleted your messages and just forgot about you completely.

For the second time, you couldn’t think of what to say. Of course you’d say good morning, but you weren’t sure what to say after that. Your mind was in a fog and the elation that overwhelmed you was only making it harder for you to think coherently. “Good morning. I slept in, it’s Saturday… most people do that. I wasn’t even tired. I’ll eat. Did you?” Before you could even read over your message, you had sent it, a habit formed from the texts between you and your friend. You never read over what you were sending, and your thumb was so used to pressing the send button as soon as it was done moving across the keyboard, you couldn’t even take it back, watching as the message showed that it had been read as soon as it was delivered.

“I wish I was most people. I already ate. Now you have to. Let me know what you have. I’ll be working for a bit though, so my phone is off. I’ll talk to you later.” Pinching yourself, shaking your head fast, blinking rapidly, all of those things you did just to make sure that what you were seeing was real, and every time you looked back down at your phone screen, you read the same message from him. He’d talk to you later… It had your heart racing with anticipation, but it also could have just been a polite way of saying that he wasn’t going to talk to you anymore. Later wasn’t a specific variable of time, it could have meant that night or in like ten years, it had no weight to it, and you weren’t going to depend on it meaning anything, and you surely weren’t going to wait around for later to come just in case you’d get let down.

Seven years later, you stand in the front row of the crowd, a sold out stadium, their farewell concert after so many years of performing, they were finally saying goodbye, heading down different roads, but they had promised that they’d always love ARMY, that they’d always be BTS no matter what they’re doing. Everyone had seen it coming, and when all the members talked about what their new path in life was, there was no response more shocking than Yoongis had been. He wanted to take a break from music, from the public eye, he wanted to settle down. It had come as a surprise to so many fans and even the reporters had been confused. There had never been a hint that he had actually met someone, let alone someone to settle down with. Then again, their lives were private, they didn’t show everything to everyone, and it was most likely to protect his significant other and himself from the prying eyes of the media and the backlash from the fans.

Now here he was on stage, performing for what could potentially be the last time, a wide smile on his face as he looked out at the crowd, but the light that was shining down on him and the rest of the members reflected off his glassy eyes. It would be a bittersweet performance, not only for him and the guys, but for all of the fans who surrounded the stage. “Look! There he is!” The tiny hand that was clasped around yours squeezed tightly, your daughter tugging at your arm as she pointed her finger up at Yoongi on stage.

She loved BTS, she knew almost all of their songs by heart, and while you weren’t really fond of taking your five year old daughter to a sold out concert, it would be hers and your last time to ever see them all live, unless they planned a reunion tour sometime down the road. “There he is.” You repeated, looking down at your daughter who had stars in her eyes as she looked on at not just Yoongi, but all of the other members. “You keep holding my hand though, honey. Don’t try to move away from me.” There was that constant worry that filled your heart, a worry that wouldn’t allow you to focus on the concert at all, every nerve in your body hyper focused on the feeling of your daughter's hand in your own.

“They see me?” She asked, and you could barely hear her over the sound of the crowd chanting the members' names around you, but you quickly nodded to her. Even if you were in the front row, the chances of them focusing all of their attention on the front was slim to none. The rows of people spanned further back than your eyes could see, and they all deserved the attention of the idols who stood on stage in front of them. “I sing loud… They all hear me.” She said proudly, holding her arms out, motioning for you to pick her up and you quickly obliged, lifting her up and holding her on your hip. “Now they see me.”

The members' eyes scanned the crowd as they waved, and one member's eyes in particular landed on you and your daughter, his smile softening as he walked over to the edge of the stage, sitting down and leaning in so he could see better. “Look at you!” He said, your daughter's hands clapping together as she reached out towards him.

“Jimin!!” She cheered, sounding much like the other fans around you who were mirroring the motions of your daughter. “Singing dinosaursus?” She asked, her head tilted to the side questioningly, but you and Jimin couldn’t help but laugh together at the innocently incorrect way she said the title of the song.

He nodded his head, grabbing your daughter’s hand and shaking it gently before patting her head and standing up, heading back to where the other members were standing. “I think they’ll sing it just for you.” You whispered to your daughter, watching as Jimin whispered to the guys, their heads all turning in your direction. “And now they all see you.”

Yoongi walked over next, hopping off the stage completely, much to the shock of the security guard who looked highly confused. “What are you doing here?” He cooed, brushing his hand over your daughter's hair, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead before looking at you. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.” He whispered, his eyes glancing around at the multitude of fans who were staring intently at the interaction between you and Yoongi, the confusion on their faces just as vivid as the security guards had been.

“We wanted to surprise you. Plus, it’s your last concert, she’d be heartbroken if she didn’t see any of them.” You explained, watching as his lips pursed, his eyes glancing back over at your daughter who simply nodded, although you were sure she didn’t understand what you were talking about. “You don’t know how hard it was to get front row to this concert. It’s nuts, they almost sold out before I got two tickets.”

He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief, but his lips were spread into the wide gummy smile that you absolutely adored. “Can’t believe you bought two tickets, when I could have just gotten you both backstage.” He rolled his eyes, sighing loudly. “You’re something else, jagi. And you…” He tapped his finger against your daughter's nose, her twinkling laughter filling both his and your ears, his eyes lighting up at the sound of it. “Uncle Jimin told me that you wanted to hear dinosaursus?” Your daughter nodded enthusiastically, and then Yoongi looked at you with a strange look, like he was waiting for you to answer a question that he hadn’t even asked yet before looking back at your daughter. “Do you want to go up and sing it with us? Show ARMY how amazing my little girl is?” She was already leaning toward him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she wiggled out of your own arms.

“Yoongi…” You murmured, hearing the gasps from the crowd as they watched your daughter shift from your arms into Yoongis on the other side of the rails. “We came so she could watch the concert… What if she falls off the stage? What if she trips? And the fans… what if-” He leaned in to kiss you, smiling against your lips as the group of fans around you erupted into both cheers and something that sounded a lot like disapproval.

“That’s why you’re coming up too.” He said, pulling back the rails just enough for you to slip through, and you could have sworn the security guard was losing his mind at what he was seeing, immediately running over to keep the rest of the fans from pushing through. “It’ll be fun. And now everyone will get to see the two amazing reasons why I’m taking a break from music.”

The show went on without a hitch, and when your daughter got tired from dancing and singing along with her father and her uncles, she’d run off to the side where you were standing, plopping down in front of you to watch in awe as the guys moved across the stage in perfect sync.

She recharged a lot quicker than you and they did though, only sitting for five minutes tops before running back into center stage, her own beautifully bedazzled microphone gripped tightly in her hands as she belted out the lyrics. The fans absolutely adored her, cheering loudly whenever she’d get back on the stage, but they weren’t the only ones who adored her stage presence. Yoongi had been so worried about her being the public eye at all, he had kept her and you a secret for the most part, but now that he had her up there with him, he was beaming with pride. He stood right beside her or right behind her, his steps mirroring hers wherever she moved, and if she got even ten feet from the edge of the stage, he’d pull her back, but his smile never faltered when he had her with him.

“And the last song for the night… Our last song, by popular demand… Is…?” Yoongi said, breathless from rapping, dancing, and chasing your daughter around the stage, leaving the statement open ended, turning it into a question and squatting down beside your daughter. “Tell them what we’re doing next, bubby.” He whispered to her, the pride radiating off of him as he watched her lift the microphone up to her lips.

“Dinosaurysus!” She shouted into her microphone, mirroring her fathers wide gummy smile right back to him as the beginning of the song started up. You watched her intently, unable to hide your own smile as she practically took over the stage. She had the presence of her father when she was in front of a crowd, and it was undoubtedly something that she got from him considering how shy you always were, how shy you still were when it came to being in a room full of people.

She ended up becoming the center focus of the stage, the other members, aside from Yoongi, moving back just enough to give her the space to dance, watching on with amused expressions, trying to hold back their laughter as they sang. Her eyes were aglow with her own passion and excitement, and it was as if you could see her dreams forming in front of her, the dream to be just like her father, and she was already paving that path for herself.

The song came to an end and the crowd roared with applause as your daughter bowed to them all before waving to everyone, much like her father and her uncles did. Yoongi lowered himself to his knees beside her, moving her hair back to whisper in her ear, and before you could question what he had told her, she brought the mic back to her lips. “And that’s my mom over there!” She shouted, pointing her finger over to where you were sitting. “And my baby brother! I can’t see him yet but my mommy and daddy said I’ll have to share my toys with him and I-” She continued on with her story, her free hand waving in the air as she explained to all the fans how excited she was to have a new brother, but how upset she was that she’ll have to share with him.

Laughter poured from the fans and the members and you as you all listened to her. Yoongi let her continue long enough to get his own laughter out, his arms crossed over his chest as he stood back just enough to give her room to pace the stage. She had captured the attention and the hearts of everyone, and even though she was jumping from topic to topic every ten seconds, no one seemed to mind. “Alright, bubby…” Yoongi murmured, lifting her up and pressing a kiss to her cheek as he shifted her onto his hip. “You told ARMY such a good story, they’ll be able to go right to sleep tonight. It’s way past your bedtime though, so, say goodbye to everyone, and then we can go home.” He kept her in his arms as the guys lined up beside him, all of them, including your daughter, waving to the sea of people as they said their goodbyes, and it was almost sad to think that it was the last time you’d see them like this, that anyone would see them like this. It was the last time they’d say goodbye to a sold out arena, it was enough to have you tearing up.

You pushed yourself up off the stage floor when Yoongi walked over, leading you backstage as your daughter's head fell against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as the excitement wore off and the tiredness finally set in. “She’s gonna be a little star, just like her dad.” You murmured, speaking as softly as possible so you wouldn’t wake her, gently brushing the hair out of her face and smiling up at Yoongi.

He pursed his lips, glancing down at her before resting his cheek against the top of her head. “Yeah… I just want her to be my baby for a little longer though…” Your smile softened and you quickly kissed the small pout that was forming on his face. “It’s crazy. I didn’t see myself here seven years ago… I never pictured myself being this happy. I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of luck… But it must’ve been something really good. Now I get to wake up every morning to you, spend every day with my family, and fall asleep every night next to you… Who do I thank for that?”

It was a rhetorical question, or possibly a question that he thought no one had the answer to, but you had the answer, and you quickly pressed your lips against his own, mumblind against them as you kissed him. “You can thank my friend who wrote my name on the little piece of paper… I think I’ll thank her again tonight too.”

He scoffed quietly, pressing his lips further against yours as his free hand wrapped around your waist. “I would have gone after you anyway, papercut. I knew when I first saw you that I wanted you… But we can thank her… After we get (Y/D/N) home and tucked in.”

[bonvoyagenoona]

Hideaway (M)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Chapters

01: Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown (9.2k words) | read on ao3 02: How Sharper Than a Serpent’s Tooth It Is to Have a Thankless Child (13.3k words) | read on ao3 03: Love Sought is Good, but Given Unsought, is Better (17.6k words) | read on ao3 04: I Will Live in Thy Heart, Die in Thy Lap, and Be Buried in Thine Eyes (14.2k words) | read on ao3 05: And This Our Life Finds Tongues in Trees (11k words) | read on ao3 Total Word Count: ~65k

Drabbles

Epilogue 1 (2k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 2 (~9k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 3 (~5k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 4 (~9k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 5 (~11k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 6 (10k words) | read on ao3 Epilogue 7 (8k words) | read on ao3

Summary

Only the respected patriarch of the Kim dynasty thinks you are worth anything. Despite his vision, the rest of the upper crust sees you as nothing more than your station, a girl borne of a family that only ever existed to serve them. Cruelly, the only thing standing in your way is also the key to your success: having to take care of a smiley, goofy, lanky, drunk manchild in ill-fitting clothes who just happens to be next in line for the throne, and who has just inadvertently kidnapped you. The next three days with Kim Seokjin will make or break you.

Excerpt

Mr. Kim stares at his son. You think you see a fondness in his eyes, but the words that come out of him are, “What the hell is wrong with my idiot son?”  He turns to you, and in the uncomfortable silence, you avert your eyes and fiddle with your phone. Eventually, you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, I-I’m not sure how to, uh, is that a rhetorical question? Because I don’t feel, uh, what’s the word I’m looking for, uh, qualified to, uh---” “Please keep an eye on him. My legacy is on the line.” You nod and have to suppress a gigantic eye-roll. You want to say “what do you think I’ve been doing all these years?” "Promise me?” Mr. Kim asks suddenly. Now, you definitely see a fondness in his eyes. He’s terrified. He’s pleading you, and you soften. “Yes, sir. Of course. What do you think I’ve been doing all these years?”

Genres: Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst / AU Businessman!BTS / Assistant!You / E2F2L / Flashbacks / Middle School OT7 / High School OT7 / College OT7 / Law School OT7 / Growing Up Together 

Pairings: Jin x Reader

Content Warnings: Soft smut, hard smut, strained father/son relationship, Jin is a manchild and your life would be so much better if he’d just get it together, but then where would you be, family trauma, bullying, teasing, some domestic violence, some references to physical abuse, references to and scenes of drug use, some kinky stuff, cheating, an icky instance with an unwanted advance, and just themes about expectations, general pressure, and anxiety.

Influences: Two Weeks’ Notice, Hamlet (honestly the whole dynamic between Jin and his dad is very Shakespearean), Succession (but only in theme), Iron Man franchise, Rory/Logan from Gilmore Girls, really into the whole rich boy thing this month apparently

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Mine

12. Skydiving with no parachute

Genre: Min Yoongi x oc

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.3k

“You’re all packed and ready to go, right?” Sebastian’s voice is loud and clear as I put him on speaker phone and place him on the nightstand.

“Just about,” I respond, folding another shirt and placing it in my suitcase. “I’m just wrapping it up right now. What time will you guys be here tomorrow?”

Bong-cha is out for a meeting at the Bighit building, she promised to come back as soon as possible so we could enjoy the evening together. I decided to make the most of my afternoon and pack everything up.

“Rhea said we’ll swing by at 6.”

Our flight leaves tomorrow morning at 9:30, sending us back over to Europe for another week of promos and then we’ll be off to the states. Home sweet home.

“Ok, sounds great.”

“See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

For all that’s gone on over the past few weeks, today is too calm and quiet. I have the entire house to myself, nobody is blowing up my phone, and I have nowhere to really go today. Any other day, I would have been over the moon about my current situation...but I can’t help but feel a little restless.

Yoongi and I brainstormed yesterday for a long time, trying to figure out just how we were going to make this work. Living on opposite sides of the world and the both of us having busy schedules that just so happen to be in the spotlight isn’t exactly making this easy.

There was a point yesterday where Yoongi stopped mid-sentence and looked at me with bright red cheeks.

“Is this moving too fast? I mean, I know you said we’re on the same page, but I think we should try to make this as normal as possible, you know?”

That statement alone was enough to have me swooning over him all over again. “I’m with you on that. I think right now...should we just focus on the basics?”

To be honest, I still don’t even know what we are, but I’m just happy to know that we are something.

At least, that’s what I’m trying to entertain myself with now that I’m just sitting on the couch and staring at Bong-cha’s TV. I’m not even sure what I’m watching, the thoughts in my head are too loud to think around anyway.

There’s a lot that I end up doing within the confines of the apartment. I can safely say that I’ve completed 12 ½ squats, 3 pushups, and one thirty second wall sit.

I’ve also eaten approximately three meals in the past two hours, so yeah. Boredom can be a dangerous thing, can’t it?

The reality of the situation is this: I’ve completed everything I need to do for the day, and now I’m just trying to stop myself from marching back into my room and folding Yoongi’s black shirt for the fifth time.

Eventually I end up scrolling through the outlines my agent has sent me, mulling over each option. There’s one project that is especially calling my name, but from what I’ve heard there’s a couple of pretty big actresses going after it.

I’m in the middle of a very convincing monologue when Bong-cha walks in.

“Wow,” she chuckles at me while dropping her bag on the counter. “Looks like you’re having a great time.”

“Oh, yeah.” I shrug, putting my phone away. “I’m trying to memorize this monologue for an audition. It’s all about this forbidden love back in the 1700s, it sounds like it would be pretty intense. But people love that kind of crap, you know? Hey, how was your meeting?”

Bong-cha is slipping into her room to change into something more comfortable. “It was fine, pretty boring. Just wrapping up some final details. Jungkook said to tell you hello, by the way.”

We both know who I’m really itching to ask about, but I refrain from asking for the time being. “So what’s on the agenda for tonight? We can go out, eat at that one restaurant, you know the one by the park? That place never gets old. Or we can stay in, order takeout.” I quickly add once I notice the look of pure exhaustion on Bong-cha’s face.

Rolling her shoulders, she shoots me a tired smile. “Don’t you want to go out? I don’t want to be lame for your last night here.”

“No, I really don’t care. Sometimes it’s nice to just chill at home.”

It doesn’t take much more convincing before Bong-cha is on the phone and ordering up some food. We settle down in the front room, bickering over different movies and chatting about my promo schedule.

“So you’re going back to Europe? Why? Weren’t you just there?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, but we weren’t able to finish up everything that we wanted to because we came here. So we’ll be there for a week in Germany and Italy.”

“And then you’re heading home?”

“Yep.”

“When are you going to start bringing me souvenirs? I always-” Bong-cha is cut off by the sound of someone knocking on the door. “Oh, there’s the food. Anyways, like I was saying- oh!”

I jump up from my seat, heart pounding in my chest as I hope against hope that a certain dear friend of mine is at the door.

“Hi, I intercepted your delivery guy.”

Jimin holds up our food with a shy smile, giving me a little wave. Bong-cha takes a moment to recover, but when she does she invites him in and scolds him for doing the deliverer’s job.  

“Are you packed now?” Jimin asks me from where he’s unloading our food on the counter. Bong-cha is moving about in a frenzy, pulling glasses from the cupboards and shooting me panicked expressions any chance she gets.

It’s all I can do to not burst out laughing at the situation. “Yeah, everything is ready to go. Actually, would you mind taking something back to Yoongi for me?” When Jimin nods I rush into my room and grab the black t-shirt from my bed.

“Wow, you stole his clothes? That’s pretty bold of you,” Jimin teases me before setting the shirt down where he’ll remember it. “Here’s your plate.”

I take the plate from him, making some lame excuse about needing something from the kitchen and sidling over to Bong-cha. “Invite him to stay for the movie,” I breathe out, hoping she hears me.

“Have you eaten?” Bong-cha asks as she stomps on my foot. I yelp, rushing out of the kitchen.

“No, not yet. I’ll eat later, though.”

“Well...Cara and I were just going to watch a movie tonight. You can stay if you want, we’ll order more food.”

Jimin’s smile could power New York City as he looks at Bong-cha. “Sure, that’d be nice.”

We fall into an easy conversation, the three of us lounging about and scarfing down our food. Jimin ends up ordering a ghastly amount of food and treats, so much that it looks like we’re hosting a party. I can tell that Bong-cha is one churro away from offering Jimin her hand in marriage as he laughs at a funny part in the movie.

7:06 ME: Soooo Jimin and Bong-cha?

It’s surprisingly easy to angle my phone away from their attention as the two of them are lost in their own little world. One watches the movie while the other watches the person, and then they switch.

7:09 MYG: What, the fact that he’s completely whipped for her?

“What are you over there giggling about?” Bong-cha asks me, wiggling her eyebrows. Jimin tries to do the same, looking like some evil experiment.

“What? The movie is really funny.”

“Cara.”

“Yeah?”

“The main character’s mother just died.”

“Oh.”

Jimin leans back, stretching a bit. “I bet she’s texting Yoongi. That’s all he’s ever doing these days, anyways.” My face burns which leads Jimin to give a triumphant shout.

“Has he confessed his undying love for you yet?” Bong-cha asks. Jimin jumps in next.

“He basically did yesterday, didn’t he?”

“No, Cara just said that they’re working through the basics. No ‘I love yous’ or anything yet.”

“Yeah,” Jimin rests his hands on his knees, angling himself toward Bong-cha. “But actions speak louder than words.”

Now Bong-cha leans forward as well, my own participation in this conversation long forgotten. “That’s true, but you can’t just rely on actions alone! Sometimes words are necessary.”

“So girls want actions and words?”

“Of course they do! Actions can be misleading, words at least offer a clear explanation!”

Jimin looks like he’s caught between telling Bong-cha he loves her or pulling her closer. “But words can be misleading as well! Why can’t people just connect the dots through someone’s actions?”

7:12 ME: Oh my gosh they’ve got it baaaad

7:12 ME: This is honestly the most fun I’ve had all day, just watching them. Are they always this oblivious?

“Because nobody should have to rely on that one thing alone! There should be a healthy balance between actions and words. Say what you intend, and follow up with your actions! It’s as simple as that!” Bong-cha is nearly panting, but there’s a hint of a smile curling around her lips.

Jimin scans her face for a moment longer, eyes lingering on the bridge of her nose and the way her hair falls into her face when she’s riled up.

“Huh. Interesting.” With that Jimin sits back, returning his attention to the screen. Bong-cha follows suit almost immediately.

“Idiots,” I mumble under my breath.

“What was that?” Bong-cha asks.

“Oh, nothing. Just reading out loud.”

🌙

12:17 MYG: Sorry, I just got out of a meeting. I didn’t mean to not respond. To answer your question, yes. They’re always like that.

I’m wide awake and staring up at the ceiling when Yoongi messages me. Snatching my phone from the bedside table, I scan the text.

12:18 ME: You just finished your meeting? Why was it so late?

12:20 MYG: I had to change some things with the mixtape, so there were a lot of things to go over.

Frowning, I hastily type out another question.

12:21 ME: What are you changing? I thought it was perfect the way it was before, but I’m sure whatever you changed will be good too.

12:25 MYG: It’s not as bad as it sounds. I just finally found a concept that I thought really fit. Now we’re just trying to make sure everything flows with the concept.

12:27 ME: What’s the new concept?

A while passes before Yoongi responds, and I try to trick myself into thinking that we’re done talking for the night so I can finally get some rest. Of course, once my phone lights up with a new message I’m just as awake as ever.

12:52 MYG: You’ll see when it drops in December 😌

12:55 ME: Rude.

12:57 MYG: Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping right now? What time are you leaving in the morning?

1:00 ME: Leaving here at 6, flight leaves at 9:30.

Sighing into the darkness I watch at those three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen. I can’t lie and say that I wasn’t disappointed that I didn’t even get to see Yoongi today, but it’s just now that I’m realizing I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

I’ve told myself a million times today that this is just how it’s going to be, and that I’ll just take what I can get. If it’s tired late night texts, then I’ll take it.

I think that scares me. It scares me, how little I want from him. How he has so much sway over my heart.

It’s a good scary, I think. Like the kind of scared you get before you jump out of a plane, your first time going skydiving. Right now I’m just hoping that my parachute isn’t riddled with holes, but as I stare at those three little dots, I’m wondering if I even remembered to put a parachute on in the first place.

1:02 MYG: You should go to sleep, Car. Let’s facetime tomorrow? Just shoot me a text when you land.

As my tired fingers text out a goodnight, I can’t help but feel like I’m an idiot for skydiving without a parachute, because the ground seems to be approaching too fast.

🌙

All I know is there’s an alarm going off, and I want to kill it.

“Whaaaat do you want from meeee,” I groan out as I fumble in the darkness for my phone. Once it’s silenced, I check the time.

5:15 am. I’m disgusted.

Stumbling around the room until I hit the lightswitch, I hiss as light fills the room. Through squinted eyes I can see my suitcase and the clothes I laid out for today. I’m ashamed to say that I nearly sustained a concussion while attempting to put my pants on, my tangled legs and the dresser being the main culprits.

I think it goes without saying that by the time I emerge from the room and finish brushing my teeth, I’m ready to go back to bed.

The sounds of Bong-cha using the toaster guide me, suitcase in tow. Now comes the hardest part: saying goodbye.

“Do you want jam as well or just butter?” A deep, tired sounding voice asks me.

Min Yoongi stands before the toaster, decked out in sweats and a sweatshirt. His hair is a mess, standing up on the ends. His eyes are still half-closed, his lips in a pout as he turns to face me.

I gape at him, taking in what I think might be his best choice of outfit ever. “Is this a dream?”

He shakes his head slowly. “It’s too cold outside to be a dream. Jam or just butter?”

Later I’ll cover for myself and claim that my tears were just a side effect of the early morning and the long day ahead of me, but right now I can’t think up any excuse as hot tears start falling down my cheeks.

“J-jam.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen as he notices my predicament, and he clears the kitchen in no time, leaving the toast abandoned. I think he must be tired as well, because he doesn’t even hesitate before pulling me into his arms and squeezing me tight.

My arms wrap around his back, hands getting lost in the fabric of his hoodie. He presses his lips to the top of my head, the action causing me to snuggle in even deeper and get his hoodie all wet with my tears.

“Y-you came...and made m-me toast?” The words are muffled, but it’s quiet enough in the house that he hears me.

“Should I not have?” Yoongi asks, and I pull away just enough to look up at him, scowling.

“No, I’m happy you d-did. It’s just…” I take a steadying breath, more tears flooding my eyes as Yoongi looks down at me with a soft expression I’ve never seen before.

“I know.” He pulls me back in, hands rubbing soothing circles on my back. “I know, Car.”

We stay like that for a long while, and it’s only when my sniffles have subsided that Yoongi gently takes my hands in his and leads me over to the kitchen island. I sit down, watching as he spreads butter and then jam onto my toast.

Setting the plate before me he reaches into the fridge for some orange juice and pours us both a glass.

“Sorry, it’s probably cold now.”

I shake my head, taking another bite. “Still tastes good. Thank you.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Yoongi gets up, one hand tracing over my shoulders and he walks over to the couch. “This is for you.”

He hands me a small package wrapped in brown wrapping paper, a black ribbon tied around the middle. I raise my eyebrows at him.

“A present? Can I open it?”

“Open it when you get to your hotel tonight.” Yoongi looks a bit embarrassed as he sits back down, and I realize that he might be feeling a little out of his element here. After all, when was the last time he ever had a relationship?

I get up and put the package away in my suitcase, groaning when I check the time. Everyone should be here in about 5 minutes.

“Times up?”

Looking up I see Yoongi wandering over to me, hands pushing his hair back in an effort to tame it. I nod solemnly.

We don’t speak a word as I meet him halfway, fingers entangling themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes for a moment, and I take advantage of the situation, leaning up and pressing a peck to his jaw.

I can hear his sharp intake of breath, quickly followed by Bong-cha’s annoyed voice.

“Really? Get a room, losers.”

Blushing madly, I try to squirm out of Yoongi’s grasp but his gruff laugh has me stilling in his arms. “Turn around, Bong-cha.” Without waiting to see if she will, Yoongi leans down and presses a long, slow kiss to my lips.

It’s not nearly long enough as the sound of a car honking outside pulls us apart. Yoongi has a somber look in his eyes as he gives me an encouraging nod and a small peck to my forehead before stepping back.

Bong-cha skips forward, launching herself into my arms. “You two are gross, but I still love you.”

“Love you too,” I whisper, my tears threatening to make a reappearance. Bong-cha seems to pick up on it, shoving the handle of my suitcase into my hands and pushing me toward the door.

Yoongi beats me to it, swinging it open and clenching his jaw as a blast of cold air hits us. Without a word he takes my suitcase and heads out, leaving me with nothing to do but follow him and hope I have everything.

“Bong-cha?” I turn around to see my friend wrapping her arms around her middle.

“Yeah?”

“Keep me updated. Jimin...he really likes you.”

My friend doesn’t have it in her to roll her eyes, instead just nodding before waving me off. She’s never been one for goodbyes.

Yoongi is already at the car, handing my suitcase off to Ren who hoists it into the car. He looks like he’s freezing, but as he turns to wave me over I decide that freezing looks good on him.  

“Be careful, call me, text me, have a safe flight-”

“You’ve got to stop worrying so much, Yoongs.”

Smiling down at me even as he shivers, Yoongi pulls me in for another embrace. There are so many words hanging between us, but I choose to sweep past them and opt to nuzzle my face deeper into Yoongi’s neck.

“See you soon.”

I sigh, hoping that I will. “Yeah, soon.”

🌙

The airport, flight, and car ride to the hotel pass in a blur of shapes and colors. I vaguely remember there being a mob at both the Seoul and Berlin airports, but I was stuffed so tightly between security that I could hardly see anything.

Now, sitting on the edge of my bed, I hold onto the little package from Yoongi. Holding my breath, I untie the ribbon and tear open the paper, chewing on my lip.

An audible gasp leaves my lips as I hold up Yoongi’s black t-shirt. As it unfolds, a small slip of paper flutters to the ground. Holding the shirt to my nose I grin as I realize Yoongi must have sprayed it with his cologne. I wonder who’s idea that was; my bet is on Jimin.

Grabbing the paper, I flip it over to see Yoongi’s handwriting.

It looks better on you.

Chuckling softly to myself, I hurry and slip the shirt over my head. It’s quiet in here, but soon the sound of my video call fills the room as I anxiously wait for Yoongi to pick up.

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