#but I realized that if she was not from Korea in the AU then maybe I should not give her a Korean name

[ceiling-karasu]

I had a dream about the Ray Bradbury story All Summer in a Day (because a plane dripped water on me while I was trying to doze in my assigned seat?? Just decided to ignore that at least we were finally ON the plane at that point). That one where humanity has bases on Venus, and it rains all day except for the one time every seven years. Anyway, the classmates lock a girl from Earth in a closet because they think she is making things up about this 'sun' thing.

Which later somehow started making me think of Dalnim living in a small apartment by himself, but some misunderstandings make his classmates think he was living under a local bridge. Then one entire week, it rains super hard, and starts flooding rivers, and some of the classmates freak out and lock Dalmin in a school closet over night/the weekend 'for his own good,' on the idea that they don't want Dalmin to fall asleep and get swept away to drown. Which only increases everyone's misunderstandings of one another.

But yeah, in the dorms sounds nice! Plus, work-study programs where he and everyone else can find out about the archives and photography. Maybe Sena is a guest lecturer one day.

I don't know much about what high schools are like nowadays. I remember 7 classes, but some days you had to rotate (class A M-W-F at 10 am, class B T-Th at 10 am), so it was technically more.

I just wound up writing about Tokgasi because parts of Lightning Rod were starting to focus on the aftermath of Aekku's secret document. Like, was everyone caught in one swoop, or did some of the agents notice others getting captured and run off somewhere? And why is the Tokgasi group named after this one individual? Has he done operations like this before?

Personally, I am also kind of obsessed with Field Mouse Number 8.

We see that he was apparently not chosen by Aekku, but is still away on a mission somewhere. Why was he not chosen? Where is he? Will Mulmangcho disguising as him have repercussions? If he is a field mouse/dormouse, and was actually known reasonably enough around the base that Mulmangcho could disguise as him without anyone asking questions, then he was probably close to Commander Jogjebi like the other field mice. Which means he could be off on a spying mission somewhere as part of Jogjebi or the Special Forces' groups. If Commander Jogjebi is gone, what would that mean for his mission if he is on one?

Yeah, maybe the past parts are good to have first. They are entertaining to read, so far.

The layout would be for the farmhouse villa in Lily Bell. Technically I have it all written out in the story, so the details are already there and I can take some liberties. Nothing really seems to contradict itself, but making an actual schematic is hard. I'll have to do it by hand. But, I have figured out I can make something by hand, upload it, and then trace over something in another layer and hide the first layer. So that's nice. Less worried about merging layers and more annoyed that sometimes I can't use the fill function in certain sections anymore after random periods of time. I am learning to use layers when I make clothing, though.

I kind of wish I could have gotten to know my grandfathers, but they both passed away young due to issues with heavy smoking.

I was thinking 'beauty and gracefulness' for Nayeon, for reasons that will come out much later. But yeah, at the moment, they are just not letting Nayeon figure out the truth about Jollin, since her interest in helping the neighbor distracts her from missing her parents, I guess. Plus, she would be bonding with someone who is also missing their parents, from everyone else's perspective.

It wouldn't have been only a simple reference. I was planning on writing more chapters involving perspectives from Geumsaegi, Juldarami, and Flower Hill and their search/investigations to figure out what happened to Bamsaegi. Which would have included a lot of dredging the ocean floor for a bit, and secret internal investigations. So a bit of a duel story going on there. But a soft romance just seemed disrespectful.

Thank you very much for the feedback! It means a lot to me. Although I think the amount of research you put into your own stories is great as well! And you are way better at the naming conventions and Hangul than I could ever be.

Something I did while I was waiting for class.

I don’t know if she would be a new character of mine. But if she was, she would be working as an archivist or doing something based around culture. Idk. She isn’t a character I would place in OFP since she wouldn’t be a solider. She would have been exempted.

The quality came out a bit wonky

[hoes4lino]

🍓 Fields 🍓 | LMH

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains nsfw content as well as mentions of alcohol; minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online.

Genre: College au, fluff, angst

Summary: He was madly in love, she just wanted to live in peace. What happens when one of the most popular guys in college falls in love with the dork who no one knows?

Word Count: 23.5k

Reading Time: approx 2hrs

Authors Note: In this fic I’m combining two of my favorite things in this world… soccer and leeknow ^•^ y’all should know that Im a hoe for romantic fics, so this was enjoyable to write even though it took me many sleepless nights to finish this. This is my first time writing such a long story, so hope you enjoy!!! <3

It was 3 am and you were already feeling today wasn’t going to be a good day. It all started when you abruptly woke up from what was supposed to be a 30-minute nap, just to look at the clock and realize it was 1:07 am… you overslept 6hrs since you got home.

All sweaty and thirsty, you brag yourself out of bed and opened the shower, while letting the cold water adjust to a warmer temperature you opened your Macbook to check what assignments you had to do for the day.

You internally cursed yourself as you blankly stared at the assignment, <what if I say my grandma died> you thought, as you tried to find a reasonable excuse to give your professor. You had no problem in speedrunning a few designs, however knowing your teacher you rather do nothing than give him some sloppy drawings <he is going to kill me> you cried <thats it, Im failing, im never graduating> as thoughts filled your head, you heard a notification pop in your phone, startling you.

Hello Cornell University!

Today we love to announce the beginning of autumn sports! Please join us tomorrow at the field for the first soccer game of the year!

Go Bears! 🐻❤️

You scoff at the notification. Since you moved for college, you didn’t take the time to make friends or meet any new people in general, you missed Korea and even though you were now at your dream college, you didn’t feel like you fit in here, the cultures were just too different and it made you feel off place, you didn’t like the people here, none of them seem to have manners or have some sense of respect towards others everyone was self-centered, the thing that made you scared to talk to others. You decided to go unnoticed and just stick to the friendships you had back in Korea. Although pulling up to the game and meeting a few people didn’t sound bad, you were a very passionate soccer fan, and meeting people with the same interest sounded exciting.

— — —

It was now 6 am, you had your first class at 8:45 am, and you finished doing your designs although they weren’t your best you were proud of how decent they looked, you grabbed the pieces of paper and placed them carefully into your folder trying to keep them at neat as possible, you thought of making yourself a cup of coffee, however, you decided to take a nap before your class started.

The way the sun rays gently touched your face and the birds sang beautiful background melodies was a warning that you were late to class. Eyes fully opening in panic when you read on the clock that it was now 8:28 am, you had about 12min to get to your class, quickly putting on a denim skirt, some Adidas forum, and a cute top, you rushed to grab your bag and left the dorm running. While running through the now-empty hallways with a piece of bread in your mouth, you brushed your hair and sprayed some perfume on yourself, trying to get yourself as decent as possible. As you were about to turn a corner you crashed with a firm body on the other side, making you stumble and crash yourself onto the floor.

Ashamed of yourself you just stood up and continued running, giving you the curiosity to know who that was and what they said while you left running. Luckily you made it to your class, maybe 5 or 8 minutes late but your teacher was the type to give you a few minutes to settle before he started his lesson in the morning. The class was going by pretty fast you were already in your 3rd period of the day, you went to your architecture class and your professor was impressed with your designs, you explained to him that you rushed through them, however, he seemed to have taken it in a good way.

"It’s ok y/n, I just graduate from college as well, I'm also a victim of procrastination" he whispered as he left a breathy chuckle, in that moment you realized Mr. Hyunjin and you had an age gap of 4 yrs, you two were pretty much alike, if he was your classmate he would be your best friend. At that moment you wondered how he got his teaching degree that fast "However, please do your drawings in time, although this is amazing I can see some of the lines are a little sloppy" he grinned at you as he handed back your drawings "I will Mr. Hawng" you grabbed your stuff; as you were about to leave when he stopped you once again in your tracks "Y/n, you should go to the soccer game today, its a big event and I have noticed you haven’t adapted yet to the environment" you slowly nodded as you gave him a small grin "I will think about it".

You thought of the proposal as you walked to your engineering class, everyone was talking about the game, was our team that good or was it just full of pretty faces and popular boys? Guess we will have to find out at the game. Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted when someone decided to sit next to you, you usually sit alone in this class so you would lie if you said you didn’t feel nervous "Look its miss hit and run" You blink confused a couple of times as you stare at the brunette boy sitting next to you, his cat-like eyes, sharp nose, and plump lips made your heart skip a beat <Is this man-made by the greek god's wtf> he scoffed as you didn’t say anything back at him "thanks to you I was late to my morning class" he rolled his eyes, you could feel your cheeks turning bright red at the embarrassment "I’m so sorry, I was running late to my class" you mumbled as you tried to hide your face in between your books, he scoffed once again. The rest of the class was spent in uncomfortable silence, both of you were working on whatever assignment the professor assigned, however, you couldn't ignore the glances he would give you from time to time.

The bell rang and you tried to leave as soon as possible, quickly packing up your stuff "Do you have Instagram?" he asked before you could get up, he wants your insta? hell no... no one from here followed you and honestly you didn't want them to find your user either "I don't use social media, sorry" With that you left as fast as you could, to you those words meant nothing, for Minho that was like a dagger stabbing his heart, he knew you used Instagram he saw you on the app during the class, that's why he went for it and asked you, second, you have no idea how much courage it took him to ask for it. Minho is not the type of guy to be nervous around a girl however with you… it felt different.

— — —

Once school was over, you went to the nearest Starbucks and got yourself your favorite refresher, however, you couldn't help to ignore the group of girls in there, they clearly went to Cornell as they proudly wore the red hoodie with the mascot on it, they were probably going to the game, however, they seemed to be talking about you "She is the girl I saw Minho with today at class" a blond girl whispered with a tone of disgust "What are the chances of Minho fucking her?" a brunette girl replied, making one of the girls hysterically laugh "Girls lets be for real, look at her and now look at me" She paused as they examined you "You think Minho would downgrade that bad" she said in a sassy tone "hmm I dunno Vanessa... she is pretty solid, and definitely top of my class" the blond girl was quickly hushed as she saw the glare of her friend "Angie if you don't learn how to shut the fuck up, I will kick your ass" <Lord please get me out of here> you thought, as the girls kept gossiping behind you, you don't know what the deal with Minho is, but you definitely didn't want to do something with him, he just sat next to you for a class and now you got people gossiping about you? worse to say, they thought you two fucking? "Y/N" the Starbucks employee yelled, taking you out of your thoughts, you grabbed your drink and left, noticing how that little friend group looked at you up and down, maybe today was a bad day to wear a denim skirt, people will think you a hooker or something. "y/n... so that's her name," Vanessa said under her breath as she watched you walk away.

On your way home you couldn't forget the interaction at Starbucks and wonder who were these girls and why were they targeting you, knowing that you were a topic of conversation at the moment made you sick to your stomach. As you pass by the campus you can hear all the cheering and music coming from the field, tempting you to take a small peak at the game. When you got closer you hid somewhere in between the bleachers and watched, what felt like 10 minutes turned into watching the whole game, but what can you say both teams were competitive and it felt like watching a world cup final. People started to leave and you decided to wait for all of them to leave, you wanted to wander around the field once everyone left. Minutes pass and it was starting to get dark, the field seemed to be now empty so you left your hiding spot and walked around it while listening to "Good Days" by sza. The music instrumental combined with the beautiful scenery of the field with the vanishing sunset gave you a feeling of euphoria, captured by the scene as you stare at it mesmerized, you didn't acknowledge the presence approaching you.

"Fancy meeting you here" Startled by the sudden voice, your instinct was to throw hands, quickly throwing the refresher you had in your hand with half its content in it. The juice splashed all over the boy's face, leaving him with shock showing in his face. "I- I'm sorry," you stare at him scared "I swear I didn't mean to, you just appeared and..." You were quickly hushed as he opened his eyes, looking at you with pure anger "You just dirtied my shirt" he said in annoyment "I have another game tomorrow" he sighed in frustration "Give it to me, I have a washing machine and a dryer at my dorm, let me wash it for you" your voice stuttering here and there, unlike you Minho was enjoying this, seeing the way your eyes trembled and the way you tried to collect yourself to solve this more professionally "Ok, then..." he paused as he was about to take his shirt right there "WAIT" you stop him, your hands grabbing his forearms as you pulled them down with the shirt "Don't take your shirt here" you flustered "Just follow me to my dorm, it will take 30 minutes max and you can clean yourself" you suggested, you just wanted to be done with the shirt incident and never seen him ever again.

— — —

The walk to your apartment had to be the most awkward moment of your whole life. Once the two of you reached your door, you realized the type of person you were dealing with "Hope your roommate doesn't get the wrong idea when I get in" he said in a rather suggestive tone while he glare at you with a smirk, you sighed "I don't have a roommate, I rather live alone in silence" you said annoyed opening the door, making him chuckle "That's some valuable information right there" he said as he closed the door and quickly took his shirt off "where is your bathroom, so I can take a quick bath" you turn around to give him the directions when you were surprised with his honey-toned chest and flat stomach <Lord almighty> it seemed that after all you were right when you said he was built by the greek gods, however, you knew the game he was playing and you were def not forming part of it, so you shook all those thoughts away and took him to your bathroom, where you also explained to give how the washing machine worked and with that, you left him in there.

Now in your mind, you were recreating every single moment of your day. First, you crash into someone this morning, that someone being Minho, one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen, captain of the soccer team, popular and most likely a fuck boy based on the gossip of those girls at Starbucks, and now he is in your house... taking a bath... things can't get any worse at that moment if you told your friends they would swear you are creating some type of kdrama shit in your little delusional head, however, all this was real... which made you sick.

You stood up from your couch with a sigh, deciding to switch to more comfortable clothes and start your assignments, while you waited for Minho to leave. Going to your room you picked up a pink spaghetti strap tank top and your favorite silk white shorts accompanying it with fluffy socks and your pink slide slipper, then you left the room and made your way to the kitchen, reheating some leftover Gimbap from the previous night.

"Ahhh~" Minho teases "So this is what it would feel like dating you, taking a shower after a rough day, to find you in your little pajamas warming up some food for us" At that moment you couldn't focus on his words, as he was getting closer to you with his wet brunette hair and wearing nothing but a towel... YOUR TOWEL... Once he was a couple of inches apart from you, you looked into his eyes and started laughing, at that moment you didn't know if you were laughing at his words, at the whole situation, or out of nervousness.

"And here I thought I was delusional" you chuckle relaxing "Also what are you doing with MY towel" You emphasize the word as he looks down to stare at it "I gave you another one, you were supposed to use that one... not mine," you say in frustration, now you will have to wash it, the water bill was looking crazy at that moment "I liked the texture of this one better, plus I also liked the scent" you scoff at his words and took your food out of the microwave "Whatever, just dress up and leave my house," you said as you pushed him away of your way and sat on your comfy couch, placing your food on the coffee table and picking up the tv remote "So you are just going to let me go like that?" he said with a dumbfounded face, you look at him confused "ermm... yeah? you are only here cause I spilled my drink on you, don't abuse the invite, I could have hit and run like I did this morning" you said as you blankly passed the channels on the tv.

He scoffed, at that moment he didn't know why he felt disappointed, as if he was hoping for more, for you to invite him and have a bite of your food, an invite to sit there with you and watched whatever shitty show you were watching, he walked to the bathroom and took his cloths out of the dryer, he dressed up and even though he was ready, he didn't want to leave that bathroom cause that meant leaving your house.

The reality was that he had been liking you since freshmen year, the moment he saw you at the welcoming party was like you caught his mind, since then he's been in denial of accepting his crush on you. He knew you were shy and that you were good at drawing, he always paid attention to every little single detail of you, he would often find himself looking for you in crowded places knowing that you hated them, he hated every single thing about being in love with you, yet he always craved being loved by you; in the inside, he wanted to worship you, have you in his arms every morning, cook your favorite meals, go on silly dates with you... he would party and fuck around to see if you would leave his mind someday... yet he was never lucky, the only thing that would clear his mind was soccer, he loved the adrenaline, the intensity, and the beauty of the sport, in his head he would often compare his love for soccer with his love for you, the only difference was that one was more realistic than the other.

When he caught you today mesmerized with the field, he felt like you stole his heart for a second time, the way your eyes shined under the sunset, the way the breeze moved your hair, and the way your smile brought warmth to his heart, he felt like it was the day to do something about it, get closer to you. The moment you offered him to come to your dorm, his heart was beating so fast, he has never been this nervous before, and yes maybe he has been in a bunch of girl's dorms before but for some reason, yours just felt special.

He stepped out of the bathroom with a heavy heart, ready to say his goodbyes and leave your life for once, however, he didn't expect to find you knocked out on the couch, the sight of you sleeping peacefully made his heart skip a beat, making him mad at himself for being this down bad. He slowly walked to your sleepy figure, he grabbed a fluffy blanket you had on the couch and wrapped it around you. The next thing he remembers he was on his knees analyzing your face, he has never been this close, and the temptation to kiss your plump lips was bigger than anything, however, he held himself and instead planted a sweet peck on your cheek, with a smile on his face he made sure to leave quietly.

— — —

The next morning you slowly opened your eyes and sat on the couch, you blink a couple of times trying to remember what happened last night, the tv was off and you had a blanket on top of you... <When did Minho leave?> You ask yourself, due to the tiredness you don't remember a single thing. It was a Friday morning, and you had no plans for the rest of the day as you didn't have any lectures till the afternoon, however, you hated staying at your dorm the whole day so you decided to get ready and go for a refresher and then to the library. Today you decided to go with a simple purple sundress and your white Converse accompanied with a white tote bag.

You would lie if you said you didn't feel self-aware the moment you walked through the campus, a bunch of eyes staring at you, confused you tried asking someone around you what was going on, however, you were too scared to approach someone.

"So are you the girl Lee Minho was lucky to pull or is he just a pass time?" a girl with blond hair and lovely eyes said as she approached you "Excuse me?" you raised an eyebrow "I'm sorry, it's just that rumor is spreading like a wildfire" she chuckled while she gave you a warming smile "I'm rosé" she extended a hand in front of you "I'm y/n" you shook her hand while smiling "ermm do you mind telling me what this rumor is about? I'm really confused" she chuckled "Of course, let's go get something to drink first" she smiled grabbing your hand.

"So there is this girl Vanessa and her group of minions," she said while she proceed to take a sip of her drink "She is Minho's ex, however, she seems to not let him go" She paused "He dated her out of pity, she would always go around bugging him all day until he gave in, they broke up because she got jealous of the female soccer managers and threw a fit that expelled Minho from soccer finals... They still hook up from time to time when Minho loses his mind with the alcohol" She rolled her eyes and laughed "And about your rumor..." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened Twitter to show you a thread made by Angie one of Vanessa's minions.

"Angie saw you and Minho together after the game... she also saw how he was about to take off his shirt right there" She cringed as she showed you the video Angie took from a long distance... at that moment you could understand the rumor as in all honesty, it did seem like you two were about to hook up.

"That's a misunderstanding, he scared me so I threw my drink at him..." you mumbled, "Well... it doesn't end like this..." She then pulled a second video of you two walking to your dorm at night <Oh Jesus... People think we fucked> your eyes opened in panic... you went from no one to a hot topic in two days... "Yeah... but don't worry, Minho always handles these types of rumors" She reassured you "He is my brother's best friend, so I know what happened" She caressed your arm to ease your nerves "Thank you rosé" You smile "Don't worry I got you, also you can call me Rosie" She grinned at you, her pearly white teeth showing, she was truly gorgeous.

"Do you mind who is your brother, I have never seen you around... but that might just be cause I don't know anyone here" You took a sip of your refresher "My brother is Lee Felix, we like inseparable" You could tell she admired her brother by the way her eyes light talking about him "We have seen you around, but girl you are unreachable, matter many people have been trying to approach you, but everyone is intimidated by you" She laughed.

"That's why everyone calling Minho a lucky bitch, you have no idea how many people would kill for you" When you heard those words your mind went blank... do people think that about you? at that moment you felt mad at yourself for isolating yourself when you could be out there having fun with new people. "There's gonna be a party tomorrow night, be there or be square," The blond girl said as she stared at you with lovely eyes, after that you two talked until you had to leave for your class, today you could say you made your first friend ever.

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It was around 8 pm that same Friday when you spotted Minho, peacefully walking with his headphones on, you slowly approached him to confront him about the rumor "Hey" you touched his shoulder giving him a warm smile, he froze at your sudden apparition "Miss me already?" he said with a smug face "No, I want to talk about the rumor... I talked with this girl Rosé and she told me you usually deny these rumors so-" You were interrupted when he started laughing "Why would I deny it? it's just an innocent rumor we both know it's not real and that should be enough" You couldn't believe your eyes at that moment, the audacity he had to say he wouldn't do it... that was an innocent rumor, you scoff "I'm sorry... innocent rumor? People out there think we fucked" you scoff once again "Ok and? what's the big deal if you know it's not true" his body stiffed as he stood straight glaring down at you.

"You don't know how it feels walking into a place and having a bunch of people talking behind your back? calling you a whore, a pass time?" you crossed your arms and looked around trying to remain calm.

"Knowing Im the hot topic of the day because of you makes me sick" your tone raising without you noticing "You are making a big deal out of nothing y/n" It was Minho's turn to raise his voice, he was about to say something when he got interrupted. "Y/n everything alright?" you turn to see Mr. Hwang "Oh Mr. Hwang" you nervously laughed "Everything alright, thanks for asking" he gave you a charming smile making Minho want to puke right there "I wanted to talk to you about something, do you have a minute? he asked ignoring Minho, which pissed him off even more "yeah sure" you smiled "Let's go to my classroom then," he said and you obediently followed him completely forgetting about Minho. He stood there, body burning in jealousy.

Minho needed to clear his mind, he didn't want anger to control his feelings, but every time he remembered the way that guy talked to you and even the way he looked at you, made him wanna punch his guts, he knew you weren't his but he wanted you all to himself and that's how he ended up in the soccer field kicking the ball as hard as he could and running as fast as he could until his legs gave up.

The roller coaster of emotions drove him insane as he ran behind the ball, thinking that you might like that guy was his final stroke as his legs gave up and he landed on the soft grass of the field, tears rolling down his eyes as he couldn't understand why he felt this way towards someone he barely knew. After he lay on the grass blankly staring at the stars for like an hour he decided to try and let you go, he grabbed his phone and Tweeted that the rumor was fake and to leave you alone, he threw his phone beside him and closed his eyes.

— — —

The next day you noticed Minho publicly denied the rumor, you felt so grateful to him, a warm smile adorning your face, and you kept it a mental note that you would thank him if you saw him.

The party was today and you doubted if you should go or not but after talking with your best friend Eunchae, she convinced you to go and that's how you find yourself wearing a silk black dress with a slit and your favorite heels, for the jewelry you went with a pearl necklace and long gold earrings and for makeup you went with something natural but cute, once your hair was done you grabbed a small bag and left your dorm.

At the party you meet up with Rosé, who you quickly lost as she joined her brother and a couple of other friends, they all disappeared into the crowded place filled with warm bodies, you weren't ready for all the chaos yet; so you made your way to the bar to get a few drinks and maybe lose up enough to start dancing with people, you were feeling yourself for the first time in years, you never thought you would enjoy this; but at that moment you felt that enjoy was not enough to describe how much you were loving this party.

The taste of the bitter alcoholic drink you were consuming plus the music and neon lights of the club made you feel as if everything was in slow motion, maybe the vodka of your drink had finally begun to hit, and you could also feel the temperature of your body rising, your eyes moving in all directions inspecting the people in the room; that's when you spot him.

Lee Minho, wearing an all-black outfit, his shirt was tight enough to give his body justice, plus it had a zipper he kept half opened exposing a bit of his chest, you could see the way girls drool over him and to think you got to see more than that the day he went to your apartment.

His brunette hair and plump lips, for some reason today you felt tempted by them for the first time, the way his cat-like eyes shined under the neon lights... yeah you acknowledge he was handsome, made by the Greek Gods as you would say, however, you were never captive by his charms like today... was it the alcohol? was it because of your previous interactions? You don't know what possessed you to stand up from your seat and made your way towards him.

Once he spot you the smile he had on his face faded away, at that moment you felt he didn't want you there but the way he looked at you gave you a hint that he wanted you there more than anyone. You smiled before approaching him, a giggle escaping your soft lips "I saw that you denied the rumors..." you trace as you study his face "Thank you" you finally said after a pause. At that moment you could see how Minho's body language changed, he went from relaxed to stiff in a matter of seconds "No problem" he said with no expression at all.

This was the first time you saw him this cold towards you, you couldn't quite decipher what was wrong so to lift the mood you grabbed his hand and brag him with you towards the dancing floor "y/n what are you doing" he said as he quickly walked behind you, At this moment he could feel the warmth of your hand touching his, everything was moving in slow motion for him, he was going to treasure this memory forever.

"I don't want to dance alone... I'm shy but with you, I feel like I can be myself" You grin at him as you glare at his deep brown eyes, if this was some kdrama Minho would have kissed you by now... he didn't know how much he would last this "cold treatment" act he was trying to play on you.

"I thought you didn't like our dating allegations, this will just add fuel to them" he scoffs rolling his eyes "Come on... you are Lee Minho" You emphasize his name "Do you really care about those rumors?" he didn't say anything, the tension was increasing creating an uncomfortable environment between the two of you; but you are y/n and you won't give up easily.

Die for you by the weekend started playing and you decided to screw it and let the music guide your body. Minho just stood there watching the way your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, the way you would throw your head back exposing your cleavage, he felt like you were inducing him, putting a spell under him, the way you smiled as you were having fun... he was falling for your act.

Once the music changed he realized he was hypnotized by you the whole time, but what made his blood boil is that he wasn't the only one as he spot more than a few staring at your body, at that moment out of instinct he placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer to his body, the contact and the warmth of his chest against yours made your stomach tingle.

A few minutes passed and he had his neck in the crook of your neck as you both danced carefreely, he would constantly pull your dress down as it kept rolling up from all the grinding and movement.

Both of your hearts pounded excitedly there was something about this moment that felt special like it was meant to be, however, you were starting to get tired as you weren't feeling the music with the same energy you started. You gently pushed Minho away thank him for the time and left to sit somewhere in the club.

Minho's heartache as you left him, he wished he could stop time so he could enjoy more of your warmth, but he couldn't do anything and he knew it, you didn't belong to him and that's why he let you go.. he stood there watching your figure disappear between the rest of the bodies "HEY MINNIE" a voice squeaked behind him and he knew exactly who it belonged to as the girl hugged his arm... it was going to be a long night for Minho.

It was around 2 am and the party continued, you were pretty tired your social battery drained hours ago, you sat at one of the chairs at the bar and scrolled through your social media, waiting for Rosé to be done so you both could call for an Uber.

"Hey pretty" You look up to see an unfamiliar face, the man was really good looking and you could tell he had more than a couple of drinks by the way he would hiccup from time to time, by his body language you knew he wanted to hit on you and that he was rather desperate, making you uncomfortable.

"Hey" you tried to be friendly either way "You are y/n right, I’m Jake, I think you are really cute" he got closer placing a hand behind your back, at this moment you panicked you had no way of escaping his grip and it was making you feel uncomfortable, also with all the drinks you had you were feeling tired "Thank you so much and nice to meet you, but I gotta go" you nervously chuckled trying to push him away.

"Come on baby… don’t leave without giving me a kiss" With that he leaned dangerously close to your face trying to steal a kiss away from you when he abruptly got pushed away, startle you looked behind to see a rather pissed off Minho "Leave her alone" he hissed at him and grabbed your hand, quickly walking you to the exit "Wait… Minho, I need to wait for Rosé," you said mumbling "Don’t worry, Felix got her" you relax knowing that she was safe with her brother.

— — —

The walk to your apartment was rather comforting than you expected, you thought the walk would be awkward like last time and filled with silence, however, you didn’t expect Minho to be the type of guy that’s easy to talk to… well what did you expect he pretty popular for a reason.

Maybe was the alcohol lingering in the air or the impulsive thought to let him inside and see what would happen, but you never expected that after the first encounter, you would let him into your apartment again.

"It’s pretty late…" you trace looking into his dark eyes "The college staff might give you a warning if they find you" Although you tried to sound as stable as possible your voice started cracking as you finished your sentence.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, however, he quickly stopped in his tracks and slightly smirked "Sure" he smiled as he stepped inside the dorm and took his shoes off.

"I’m pretty tired so I’m going to change into something more comfortable," you said as you dropped your bag in the living room "Make yourself home, I will try to see if I can find something comfortable for you to wear" he looked at you as you walked around the dorm, all he could think of is how close he was but so far at the same time.

"Don’t" he quickly regretted saying that when you turned around to look at him confused "You don’t want comfy cloth?" you questioned, his cheeks lightly blushing… gosh is it the alcohol? he was going to make a mental note to never drink near you ever again "No… no… that’s not what I mean…" he traces shyly, you laugh at seeing him in this condition, where was the snarky, confident man you knew?

"Your dress" he spoke again after collecting himself "You look really pretty in it…" he paused walking closer to you with a smirk and dark eyes "Please don’t take it off yet" his hand moved closer to your face to readjust your bangs.

Once again you don’t know if it was the alcohol or the sinful thoughts you been having about him, but the urge to kiss him was unstoppable.

The way he looked at your lips with those dreamy eyes, with a soft hand resting on your cheek… everything at that moment felt perfect but you just met him a couple of days ago, that made you uneasy, but as your faces got closer and closer by the seconds you couldn’t help but let it happen; you closed your eyes in anticipation but then you came to the realization, that you are not about to kiss with the love of your life, this is Lee Minho… one of the biggest fuck boys in your college… is it worth it risking a night with him and then be the topic of conversation the next day?

You quickly moved your head to the side of his neck "Woah that tequila got me messed up" you laugh awkwardly as you backed away "Maybe on another occasion you get to see me with another pretty dress" You winked and went inside your room as quickly as possible.

Minho was left dumbfounded in the middle of your living room, he cursed himself for being too obvious and too desperate… he was scared you knew his true feelings, however, he is not the type of guy to stress over a crush so he shook his thoughts away and decided to wait for you in the living room while he watched something on the tv.

"Fuck" you mumbled as you struggled to zip your dress off, you had no trouble putting it on, but it seemed like the zipper got stuck on the fabric at some point, you walked around the room questioning what to do <C’mon y/n… you live alone if he wasn’t here what would you do…> stress quickly overtook you as you got more and more desperate trying to get rid of the dress <I guess I could cut it> you thought as you spotted a pair of scissors in your table <But its channel… I went on bankrupt to get it> you cried internally <They better make better quality zippers next time> you sigh in defeat.

Shyly you walk over to your door, the faint sound of the tv getting louder as you are slightly open the door "Ermmm Minho" you said quietly in a whisper, surprisingly that was loud enough to get his attention "Yeah" he said his gaze not leaving the screen in front of him "I need your help" this time he turned around with a confused look "The zipper is stuck… can you help me?" you said sounding defeated.

He hummed in agreement scared that if he used his words he would make his excitement obvious, you grabbed his hand and led him into your room, it was the first time he ever saw it, the scent of lavender and vanilla that surround your room smelled just like you, he studied the room spotting a bunch of books all over the floor.

"Don't mind the mess" you say "I have been busy with work" You sigh as your turn your back and moved your hair exposing the zipper of your dress "Don't worry about it, out of all the girl's rooms I have been, yours is the most exciting to be in" he mumbled as he focused on zipping the dress down; you blushed at his comment although you try to not mind it.

"Really? Usually, boys like it when a girl's room is clean," you said as you hold your dress by the chest so you don't flash him, he hummed at your response "A clean room doesn't tell much about you... a messy room feels more intimate," he said looking at the surroundings "by the bunch of books in the floor I can tell you use them often" he paused scanning the room one more time "And..." you could feel the tone in his voice change to a teasing one "by the panties laying on the floor" you look to see where he was pointing at "I can tell you left in a rush that you couldn't pick them up"

Your eyes widen in embarrassment and you could feel your cheeks burn "MINHO" you squealed hitting his chest, Minho chuckled treasuring the moment, everything about this felt intimate, helping you with the zipper, being in your messy room, the way you turned bright red out of embarrassment, he wanted this to turn part of his daily routine and maybe it was because of the alcohol or because of the euphoria of the moment but he wished he could just throw you on the bed and worship you in every single way, however, he shoved his thoughts aside and continued helping you.

He placed a hand on your bare shoulder, and his warm palm sent chills down your spine "Hmmm" he furrowed his eyes and tighten his grip on your shoulder "You weren’t joking when you said it was stuck" he scratched his neck trying to think of a way to get it out "Oh c’mon, you are a man it shouldn’t be hard for you" you spat, desperation getting the best of you.

An airy chuckle left his lips ticking your neck "Now that was a little sexist coming from you princess" you scoff at the pet name his been giving you "Just please take it off, I'm getting hot" you cried "Alright, but don’t blame me if it breaks" he raised his hand before readjusting his position to zip the zipper down.

After what seemed 2 minutes of struggle, he pulled the zipper as hard as he could, not realizing the brute force he used; the zipper snatched in less than a second, your dress falling to your ankles as fast as the light; both of your bodies tensed, you because you realize you wore your black lace undies just in case you brought someone home, on the other hand, Minho tensed as he realizes he messed up and that you were wearing no bra.

"I-" he paused trying to collect himself "I’m sorry" he almost screamed as he threw a pillow at you and turned to look away, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the situation, if this would have happened while you were sober it would’ve been a different story, however, the alcohol roaming around your blood made you feel more carefree "YAHH" you screamed in between laughs "You are the one who ripped my dress off, I should be the one throwing pillows at you" you grabbed the dress from the floor to cover yourself and picked up the pillow he threw at you and started attacking him with it.

The room was filled with giggles and pillow feathers as you randomly started a pillow fight. During one of your attacks, Minho was quick enough to turn you around so you would be under him, the sweat forming on his forehead and the dim lights of your apartment made it a delightful sight.

"What? Already falling for me" he smirked as he got slightly closer to your face testing the waters, you scoff and smiled back hanging your hands behind his neck "You wish" You moved one of your hands to his face and traced his features like if he was some type of sculpture "However…" you quickly stopped yourself from continuing before you made a mistake "However?" he whispered as his eyes looked from your eyes to your lips back to your eyes, one of the hands that was resting besides your face moved to grab the side of your waist and slightly massage it.

You parted your lips contemplating if the words that were about to come out of your mouth would be worth it "fuck it" you mumbled as you closed the gap and gently kissed his lips.

You can’t describe the feeling of his lips on yours… they are soft… really soft and warm, it felt like you were on cloud 9, as your lips parted a faint moan left his lips in complaint "I wanna taste you" you whispered in his ear, his eyes quickly turned dark in lust and the smirk planted on his face could only describe his satisfaction at that moment.

Were you going to regret it tomorrow when you were completely sober with a hangover? yes… definitely but it's Lee Minho when do you get the chance to get laid by such a man? FUCK IT.

Once again you pushed him down your lips, this time the kiss being rough and desperate, moans leaving in between kisses "You don’t know the mistake you are doing" he mumbles in between the kiss, you parted your lips to look into his eyes and smile at him innocently "I know what I'm doing" you took your arms off his neck and move them to reveal a little bit of your cleavage.

You were teasing him and he knew, the bulge on his pants being an indicator he was enjoying it "fuck" with no warning he grabbed your hands and placed them on top of your head, one of his hands grabbing them down while the other stopped him from crushing you, his lips went back to yours, his tongue dancing along with yours, bitting your lips here and there, you spread your legs unconsciously making him smirk as he placed his leg in between your thighs and pressed into your panties, which by the second were getting wetter and wetter.

You swore you could get drunk on the wet kisses he was leaving all around your neck and cleavage, they were so addictive and the way he would force you to make eye contact or else he would stop had you on the edge. He made his way to your ear and bit it while you tried your best to not grind on his leg.

"You are getting too desperate princess" he whispered while gently caressing your wrists his been holding this whole time, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips "It’s time to stop" your eyes widen at his words… stop?! does he really want to stop??? did you do something wrong…

"Why?" You questioned as he was getting up "D-did I do something wrong" The panic in your tone scared him "No princess, of course not" he said while he hugged you and caressed your hair "I don’t get it.." you trace trying to hold back your tears from embarrassment "You are drunk… we are both drunk… I don’t want to take advantage of the situation" you pulled away from the hug and look into his eyes trying to see if he was joking, but to your surprise he wasn’t, he was straight up serious <A fuck boy who doesn’t want to fuck> you thought as he grabbed your hand "You should go to bed, it's pretty late princess" he stood up and guided you to your bed, he planted a kiss on your forehead before leaving "Sweet dreams princess, don’t forget to include me in them" he chuckled as he closed the door and left you with no words in your bed.

— — —

Two months passed and you and Minho became really good friends, both of you seemed to collectively agree to never talked about that night ever again; although there was some tension lingering between the two of you, you decided to ignore it, mostly because Vanessa has been sending you threatening notes from time to time; she believes you have no clue who those notes come from but it couldn’t be more obvious; the situation was more annoying than scary.

Another reason why you and Minho kept things as they are is because of soccer, he is busy with practice you barely see him, and only during your engineering class and parties rosé makes you tag along.

You have also been busy with your self-development or that's what you call it. You have made a bunch of new friends, mostly thanks to Hyunjin, he is supposed to be your professor but you truly appreciate the soft spot he has for you "I have been in your place" he told you once when he invited you for a quick treat, since that day you understood that he is helping you do things he wished he did during his college career.

So far you are loving the new version of yourself and you rather focus on yourself than on anything else.

— — —

"YAH MINHO" you squealed as you land harshly on the soft grass. It’s been a week since Minho begged you to join him at one of his soccer practices.

You scoffed as he screamed at the tv "This players are ass, I could beat them any day" You shoot at him but quickly regretted your words as he gave you a death glare "Don’t you dare insult my idols like that, I bet your ass won’t last a minute in a game or worse a second at a practice" you took that as a challenge, one that you regretted the day after; since then his been bugging you around with it so you finally cave in.

"Told you" he continued to laugh historically "You are too pretty to last a minute in a soccer practice" he smirked while he walked to you to help you.

You roll your eyes at his words and stood up yourself, rejecting his help, you walked towards your backpack "Woahh quitting already" You could feel the quirkiness in his tone as he followed behind you.

"You wish, Im just getting started" You took a ponytail out of your bag and turned around to face him while you do a medium ponytail.

Minho has been trying to hide his feelings for you, but it's the bare minimum you do that gets him flustered, the way your soft hair moves as you tie it and little details in your face like the mole in your bottom lip that makes him wanna kiss every single inch of you.

A loud smack is what snatched him out of his thoughts, he looks at you blankly while caressing his cheek "What the actual fuck y/n" he says in amusement which you only blink innocently in return.

"I asked you something and you never replied so I found out a good smack would kick you back to your senses" You smiled as he looked at you offended.

"I would beat your ass right now but that’s something I’m saving for another occasion" You could sense the double meaning behind his words but you shrugged it off "Other occasions will it be" you chuckled "Anyway back to what I was saying" you roll your eyes knowing he didn’t hear a word of what you were saying.

"Why do women's sports shorts have to be shorter than men’s sports shorts" You looked down at your legs "You are wearing Nike Pros, those are supposed to make you feel comfortable while moving" you scoff "Comfortable?!?!" you paused to look at him in disbelief.

"How am I supposed to feel comfortable when I feel my ass is bare naked" Out of instinct Minho tilted his head to check you out, making you hit his chest "YAH LEE MINHO" You gave him a death glare as he swung his hand in the air in defense.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to my body just moved," he said in panic, his ear turning in a faint shade of red "Whatever let's just start this practice" You pushed him and walked towards the center of the field.

After the hours passed you felt how your body was dragging you down to the grass, the cold and soft grass touching your skin, sweat dripping down your face as you tried to control your heavy breath.

The feeling of the cold breeze touching your body and the sight of a sky covered with stars felt so euphoric, a moment you wished to be trapped in. It was a feeling you haven’t experienced before, you were used to exercising but this felt different; it felt comforting… safe.

"This is a vulnerable moment for a soccer player" Minho whispered next to you, trying not to ruin your moment.

You turn your face to see him, his sharp features being hit by the soft moonlight, breeze moving his hair lightly "Tell me more" you whispered back.

Even though Minho couldn’t see your face he knew you were smiling, he could feel it in your tone "Once your legs give up to the point your body brags you down to the grass" he trails, debating whether he should turn his face to face you "That’s when you know, you did your best, that's the moment you realize you can rest from all your hard work, it’s like a prize you know?" He turns to face you, your eyes were wide looking at him, he could see the shine of the stars in them.

"A prize" you raise an eyebrow "But what if I feel like I didn’t do my best?" he chuckles "It’s a prize because it's a feeling that lets you clear your mind, you may lay down in the grass feeling like a piece of shit but when you get up, you feel like you can rule the world" he chuckles when he sees your face even more confused "Forget it, you won’t get it," he said as he sat down.

"This is going to sound crazy but I think I do" You copy his movements and sat "It’s weird but I feel refreshed…" you mumbled as you stare at the stars.

As you both stay there in awe a shooting star flew across the sky "Woah" you both said in synchronization, turning to face each other and laughing "Make a wish" he said as he went back to stare at the stars "You should make one too" you closed your eyes to make your wish "I already did" he mumbled as he stared at you.

To this day he hates himself for loving you the way he does. After that night at your apartment, he tried to distance himself, he wanted to take things slow, he wanted you to know him for who he is not for the fuck boy image he won over the years. He wanted you to be madly in love the way he was, he wanted you to crave his attention the same way he did with you.

"What did you wish for?" You broke the silence slightly opening your eyes "It’s a secret if I tell you I might jinx it" you scoff in annoyance "Not fair, now Im curious" You closed your eyes again "Just finish your wish and let’s go, It's getting chilly" He stood up to grab your belongings and get ready to leave.

— — —

The days keep flying by, and Minho’s company became something of your daily life; no matter where you were or the time, he would find a way to be there. At first, you thought it was who he was, pretending not to care about others but secretly wanting to be with them; but as you progressively got closer to him, you noticed the special treatment he would give you from time to time.

Your friendship anniversary was getting closer as yellowish colors started to paint the trees. It was a chilly night on the October breeze when he mentioned it to you "Isn’t it crazy, how it has been almost a year since the morning you ran into me"

You never took track of time the same way Minho did, he would remember every single date he considered special or worthy of remembering.

"Can’t believe so much has happened during that period" you said in a nostalgic tone, remembering how you met, the rumors, the day you became known because of a boy's attention.

That day on your way home, you scrolled through your phone, looking at all the silly videos and pictures you took with your friends and Minho. You wonder what would’ve happened if you hadn’t crashed on Minho that day… would you still be unknown? Would the two of you eventually meet?

All the what if’s started to give you a headache, so you threw yourself in bed and decided to go on a slumber sleep.

— — —

The way his soft lips left wet kisses all over your neck was a delight to your soul and body, the faint whimpers that left his mouth as if he was begging you for more, you opened your eyes, looking at the brunette boy on top of you.

You couldn’t see his face but everything felt a little too familiar, you moved your hand to squeeze his hair, giving light tugs that would gain soft moans from him "Can I" his voice was raspy and soft there was care in his tone.

You just nodded as he slid a hand under your pajama shirt and teased your boobs, drawing circles around your nipples but not touching them, his lips too busy with your lips as his tongue explored yours.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as he suddenly pinched your nipple, a smirk forming on his lips "Please let me fuck you till you scream my name" he whispered in your ears while nibbling it; you just nod at the sensation, you wanted him to do more than teasing, he was making you desperate and he knew it… both of you knew it by the way you crossed your legs in search of some friction "Easy princess, let me worship you" he moved back to your lips, the room being filled with wet noises coming from them, his hands moved from your boobs to your legs, separating them as he left your lips once again.

His body was now kneeling in between your legs, your body temperature rising even though you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His soft hands caressed your thighs as he made eye contact with you, the crazy feeling about all this was that you couldn’t see his face clearly, which made you even more desperate. "May I take it off" he signaled at your shirt, there was something about him asking for consent that made you feel a pool of butterflies in your stomach, you slightly nodded, suddenly feeling aware of the situation.

The smirk that adorned his face suddenly softened as he stared at your body topless "Fuck" he mumbled to himself as he dived into his chest, his mouth wrapping automatically on one of your nipples as he played him with the other one with his hand. The way his tongue would move up and down on your nipple would make you squirm in place, There was something delightful about the way he would aggressively suck on your nipple but would leave kisses on them whenever you made a sound of complaint.

As he kept working on your tits with his mouth, one of his hands slid down to tease the band on your shorts, hand sliding even deeper to touch your pussy lips, his middle finger moving up and down your folds dispersing the wetness all over your core. "Please" you begged through moans as your hips unconsciously moved to grind on his finger "Say my name and you have it" he teased biting your lips, you cried in frustration you didn’t know who he was, suddenly he slipped the finger inside you making you moan loud as the sensation "Please" you cried "Say my name" he kept whispering in your ear as he trusted his finger inside you painfully slow.

You squirmed underneath him tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to find his name in the back of your head, a second finger was inserted slowly stretching you out "Please let me fuck your cunt senseless" he begged "Say my name y/n… please" he sounded just as desperate as you, at least you knew he was also being tortured.

The torture continue as you felt his boner on your thigh, his position switching so he could give ghostly kisses on your clit, your hips buckled up at the sensation, his nose hitting that spot you needed him to work on, a moan came out of both of your mouths "Please say my name" he kept repeating, frustration overtaking you as you start to cry "Please just fuck me" you cried grabbing his hair so he would look at you "PLEASE" you cried even harder, your head going blank by the second "MINHO PLEASE FUCK ME"

Suddenly you jumped out of your bed, hitting yourself on your night table "OUCHH" you hissed as you curled yourself up in the bed, then you remembered your dream, the obvious wetness you felt between your legs being the evidence that you did have a wet dream about Minho.

You cringe at yourself as you turn to face the ceiling… what was happening? where you developing feelings for him? <Nah… I don’t think so…> You told yourself <Maybe it’s the hormones… I haven’t been laid in a while> you laugh it off as you get up from your bed to take a shower and clean yourself, however, you still felt unease at the dream you just had.

— — —

After that dream you decided to take a hot shower, and wash away all the sweat and thoughts from your head; however, the shower didn’t quite help you forget about the dream or Minho.

Suddenly your bell rang shrugging you off from your thoughts, quickly you closed your shower and wrapped yourself with your towel, you weren’t expecting any visitors since it was a Sunday night. You looked through the peephole and spotted Minho… looking a little beat up?

"Gosh, Minho what happened" you spat quickly as soon as you opened the door, distress in your tone as he falls in your arms. He was struggling to keep up with weight so you grabbed him and tried to walk him towards your couch.

"I lost my match" he groaned grabbing his head and squeezing his hair "Easy there…" You grabbed his hands stopping him from hurting himself; he gave your hands a light squeeze and sighed.

His pupils were dilated and his eyes looked rather red and watery, was he crying? Was he drunk? maybe both… you were quite confused trying to figure out his state "Were you drinking?" you questioned as you stood to pour him a glass of water.

He was silent for a bit collecting his thoughts "I usually don’t make a big deal when I lose…" he trace as he shifted on the couch, his arms and legs spreading across the couch, head falling back with a sigh. You knew this wasn’t the right moment but the sight of him manspreading in your couch with his soccer uniform was quite a view.

"But" he trailed once again before pausing "Vanessa" he sighed, the tension he was putting on his words was sending you over the edge, couldn’t he get straight to the point "She is making my life impossible" he groaned, you walked back to couch placing the cup of water in the table and sitting next to him "What’s wrong? Is she following you around again? I thought she got a boyfriend…" You were honestly startled at the mention of her name, Vanessa started dating Lucas a couple of months ago, he was the captain of the soccer team and a really handsome and extremely popular guy. "That’s the problem" he placed his hands on his face in frustration "She is only dating Lucas to be "closer" to me" he quoted the word with his hands while rolling his eyes.

"Today Lucas found a letter she was planning to give me… confessing her feelings" The more he talked the more you could sense anger in his tone "He got sooo pissed off and placed me as a sub player for today's match" he sat down and looked into your eyes in disbelief "ME A SUB PLAYER?!" He scoffed "I’m literally the star" he spat quickly grabbing the cup of water and taking a sip.

"Worst part he placed me in the last 10 minutes of the game when we were losing 1-3" he placed the cup back on the table.

"He thought I was gonna pull a hat trick of my ass and save the game, but ofc I didn’t" This time he sounded disappointed rather than mad "At the end of the game the coach scolded me for "poor performance" he quoted his words, then scoffed before leaning back against the couch.

"I felt like shit, useless" he paused "Yah Lee Minho" You grabbed his shoulder which got no reaction from him, seeing him vulnerable like this made your heart shatter in pieces. You knew how much Minho treasured soccer and the sacrifices he does for that sport, seeing him like this because of selfish people made your blood boil.

"I thought a couple shots of alcohol were going to make me feel better" he paused, silence filling the room "but it didn’t" he turned to look at you with a soft gaze, eyes threatening to shed tears as he made eye contact with yours. Soft big eyes that could hold the galaxy in them, Minho treasured them, your eyes were like the door to your soul he could tell what you were thinking by just looking at them, he admired them.

“Then I thought of you” He gave you a warm smile before softly chuckling “It instantly made me smile. So I thought I might gave you a visit” He looked around your apartment before fixing his gaze on you once again.

“It’s…” He paused choosing his words carefully “It’s been a while since I last came here” You chuckle “You are right” Deep down you knew he was trying to switch the conversation, although you wanted to comfort him you figured the best way to do it was by giving the company he needed.

“Although we don’t speak of the last time” You raised your hands in defense, it was his turn to laugh at your actions.

“Now…” You said softly “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go change. You took me by surprise” If you hadn’t pointed out that you weren’t wearing clothes but a towel Minho would’ve never noticed.

His eyes quickly glanced down, taking into his view a couple of water droplets laying down in your cleavage, your wet long hair dripping down on the couch. His eyes darkened and a shade of crimson red sparkled in his ears.

He cleared his tone “I… ummm sorry for interrupting your bath” He touch his neck in embarrassment. He opened his mouth to say something else, probably another apology so you stopped him. You placed a hand in his bicep to comfort him “Don’t worry about it, I’m here for you” You gave him the most sincere smile Minho has ever seen in his life, a shock of excitement rushing down his body to his… you know.

If you could manage to give him a boner with your smile, he can’t imagine with your body. Minho wasn’t a fan of sexualizing you, he adore you too much to not feel guilt. However he is only human after all.

“I’ll be back. Feel yourself at home” you nudge him with your elbow before getting up and disappearing to your room. He just sat there in the middle of your living room contemplating his life choices, he knew he was at a very vulnerable state, not only emotionally but also physically. He could feel the shots of vodka he took before rushing down his body. One thought let to another and that’s when he decided that if he was going to fuck it up, it was going to be tonight.

He prepared a mini speech in the back of his head, ready to blurt it out once you stepped a foot out of your room. The adrenaline sobering him up as the seconds passed by. What fell like an eternity you finally opened the door to your room, coming out in a set of black silk pijamas. He could feel his dick throbbing in his pants as he saw you walking out <Keep yourself together Minho> He mentally cursed himself.

“Sorry for the delay, I couldn’t find my fave pj’s so I had to stick with this one” you walk over to the kitchen looking for something to eat. Minho just looked at you wondering how you could be so nonchalant about it. Like it wasn’t a big deal… well… it wasn’t… but considering he was fucked up and you we wearing a set of silk pijamas the smoothly hugged your curves was making him even more insane.

“Are you craving something” You ask reaching to the top shelf in your kitchen, trying to grab your favorite snacks “I can ask delivery, I only have leftovers and-“ Your breathe hitched as you could feel his warm body behind you.

“Here” He turned you around and gave you the bag of chips you were struggling to get “T-thank you” you grabbed them and placed them in the counter next to you. However he didn’t move, your body being pressed against the counter. Although he wasn’t fully close to you, the way he looked at your lips drawn you closer to him without even noticing.

“Y/n” he placed a hand on your cheek “I… I have something I been wanting to tell you for a while now” His cheeks blushed in embarrassment, he has never confessed to anyone before and he had no idea what the outcomes could be in this situation. “I been crushing on you for a while now. I been trying to swallow my feelings but I can’t. It’s gotten to the point that I can’t look straight into your eyes cause I’m afraid I will make a mistake” He stopped to analyze your face, he looked into your eyes and found an expression he has never seen before… it was unreadable.

A knot started to form in his throat as breathing suddenly became a hard task for his body to do. You notice his body shaking and placed a hand in his chest and moved your other hand to fix his bangs “Minho… I” you laughed softly “I been feeling the same for a while now. Although I never saw you as something more than a friends, recently you been in my mind lately” The smile that adorned his face in that moment was the most stunning thing you have seen in your life. The way his eyes would wrinkle from his big grin. Minho was just to precious for you to ever harm.

Both of your bodies started to unconsciously get closer to each other like magnets, his face centimeters away from yours “Can I…” You could feel his breathe hitting your lips as he spoke, his eyes never breaking contact with yours as he placed one of his hands on your waist and the other in your hair “May I kiss you?” Something you loved about Minho was his gesture of asking for consent. You didn’t have a big dating history but the few guys you dated never asked you for permission to kiss you or anything else.

You nodded afraid that if you used your words it would expose your excitement. His lips were soft on yours, his movements delicate as if he was savoring the moment, studying every single line in your lips. A soft gasp left your lips as his tongue tapped your bottom lip asking for permission to go in.

It’s been a while since you and Minho kissed on that night, but the fact that now you were both sober… well half sober in case of Minho, however, kissing him sober felt like a whole new world. The way the butterflies erupted in your stomach and the warmth of his hand left a huge impact on your body.

As the kiss started to get more desperate more needy, Minho lifted you up and sat you on the counter, making room for his body in between your thighs. His boner slightly pressing into your pussy, A moan escape your lips in between kisses, the gripped you had in his hair tightening. He groaned as he bit your lip in lust, his eyes opening to look at your face and smile “Do you mind if I mark you” Here we go with the butterflies again, your stomach doing black flips “You can do whatever you want as long as I can do same” He smiled into your neck before biting the soft flesh, you whimper trying to hold back your moan. You were really ticklish and hated when people touched it, however, this felt different a hundred times better.

As he kept leaving wet kisses in every spot he could find. You could feel your stomach rumbling around, you tried to ignore it, however, as it progressively started to get louder you couldn’t anymore. Pushing him off slightly, cheeks burning in embarrassment “I’m hungry” you said with puppy eyes, the room bursting in laughs as his stomach proceeded to groan as well.

“Let me treat you then” He smiled as he helped you down the counter. You didn’t knew he was a great cook, the way his hands cut the vegetables in such a skillful way “You are giving Husband material right now” You joked as you continue to stare at him. He hated the way you could say such words in such a nonchalant way, not knowing the way those words impacted his body, your words going straight to his heart and down to his dick… he couldn’t help it.

He sighed as he placed the knife down looking at you, a smirk forming in his face ready to tease you “Marry me and I will show you how husband material I can be” His dark eyes never left yours, threatening you to stare away, however, you weren’t going to let him win that easily “You wish” you scoffed looking back at your phone, he chuckled “Say’s miss wet panties” You choke on your saliva at his words- how can he be this imprudent?! “Excuse me” you move your gaze back to his, the smug on his face giving you butterflies “I could feel it while we were kissing, your shorts don’t leave much to the imagination” He said as he proceeded to cut the vegetables. Your face turning crimson red as you tried to hide yourself “YAHHH” you threw a piece of potato as him, making him chuchas “Easy there princess, shouldn’t throw food at the possible father of your children” Your eyes widen… this man was really something else. You laugh “Lets not get too ahead of ourselves, you just confessed, are you still drunk?” you tease him, he hummed “I don’t know, want to test it out? See if I make any mistakes” You knew what his words meant and even though it was very tempting all you were craving right now was some good food.

The rest of the night went smoothly, both of you ate and watched shitty shows on your couch, both of your bodies cuddling under your soft blanket. Maybe this was the beginning of you adventures with Minho.

———

It’s been exactly a week since Minho asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a random Friday when you opened your locker to get your math book a letter with little cat drawings falling down to your feet. When you opened it you were greeted with Minho’s hand writing inviting you to go to the field that night.

As you walk anxiously around the field, you look around trying to spot him. Suddenly a hand grabbed yours startling you, in reflex you tried to punch whoever grabbed you but they acted on time and stopped your hand “Easy there Princess” he chuckled. Relief showered down your body as you see him laughing in front of you.

As you scolded him, he grabbed your hand and walked you through a path you have never seen before. You could see lights at the distance, curiosity rising in your head as you kept asking questions; however he never replied he just kept quiet till you reached your destination.

It was a tree house, it wasn’t too far from the field and it was hidden in the tiny forest next to the field, you have never been in one before. He grabbed your hand and told you to trust him. Once there he told you the story about the tree house and how its special to him and his family. Butterflies ran through your stomach at the thought of being the first girl he has ever brought there, it made you feel special. The house was adorned with fairy lights and comfy blankets, a bottle of wine and snacks being placed on a small table. He played your favorite movie, however, out of nowhere it started glitching and the small movie projector turned off. You sighed in disappointment, turning to see Minho. Your eyes widen and your jaw dropped as he was suddenly carrying a ring.

“M-Min… what’s this?” Your brain couldn’t process what was happening at that moment, a million thoughts running through your mind “A-“ you paused “Are you asking me to marry you?!?” Your voice increasing in a high pitch as you talk, you were scared, wasn’t it too soon?! he could see the panic in your face and decided to speak before you decided to hit and run like the first time you met.

You got pulled out of your thoughts as his laugh filled the room “No silly” he grabbed your hand and placed the ring on your finger “It’s a promise ring” He placed his hand on your cheek so your gaze was fixated on his “Every time I think of my future you are in there, and its driving me crazy to the point you won’t leave my mind” The more he spoke the more embarrassed he got, you could see the way his face turned into a light shade of red and the way his voice trembled “I know I’m being too cheesy and I can guarantee you I won’t be able to sleep in peace tonight… but you know” He took a deep breath “I will be able to sleep at peace tonight knowing that you are my girlfriend” He took a second to analyze your face before speaking again “Y/n… would you be my girlfriend?” He tilted his head and smiled, the gesture reminded you of a curious kitten and it made your heart melt. You quickly squealed and wrapped your hands behind his neck stealing a kiss from him “I hope that answer your questions” You say as your lips separate from each, just to reunited a second later. Since then everything has been going smooth, however, its been just one week so you didn’t want to jinx things.

Your doorbell rang and you opened your door to find a big teddy bear behind it.

“Surpriseeee” Minho screamed as he shoved the teddy bear to your arms “Happy one week princess” He tried to kiss you but couldn’t because of the teddy bear in between your bodies “Im gonna do a mental note to buy a smaller one next time” Both of you chuckled as you placed the bear on your living room couch.

“I didn’t knew you were coming today” You softly kiss his lips smiling “My plan was actually to take you out for dinner, but I got assigned a house project” His smile slowly faded away, disappointment taking over his tone “Soo I decided to buy you a small gift” You laugh as you stare at the big ass bear sitting on your couch, you wonder if it would fit in your bed. “I’m still mad Im trapped with the project though… it was last minute too” He cried “Worst part Is that I have to work with Angie and someone else. Working with Vanessa’s minion is definitely hell” He dramatically threw himself into your couch hugging the bear.

“Angie? Damn that’s tough” you sat on his lap and planted your face on the crook of his neck “You got this though” you left a kiss on his cheek and smiled fondly at him. “You sure know how to make my day princess” He sighed “Well I gotta go, I love you so much” He gave you a peck on your lips before exiting your apartment.

— — —

It was around 4pm when your phone started exploding with messages.

Rosie <3 : Y/N

Rosie <3 : Y/NNIE~~~

Rosie <3 : MY PRECIOUS Y/N PLEASE REPLY

Rosie <3 : BITCH IF YOU DONT ANSWER THAT GOD DAMN PHONE

Rosie <3 : WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE ONE?

What do you want? : Y/N

Rosie <3 : Would you go to Jennie’s party with me tomorrow night?!?! Pleaspkeapelaopslepalplsssss

I don’t know…. : Y/N

I made plans with Minho : Y/N

Rosie <3 : Y/N NOOOO THEY GOT YOU, I KNEW YOU ONCE YOU SHOWED ME THE RING.

Rosie <3 : BUT ITS SATURDAYYY.

Rosie <3 : ITS GIRLIES NIGHT

sigh… I will think about it : Y/N

Rosie <3 : THANK YOU LORDDD

Rosie <3 : let me know latest tomorrow afternoon

Rosie <3 : ttyl~~

Byeeeee <;3 : Y/N

You stared at your phone thinking how Minho would react if you suddenly ditch him, technically both of you planned this outing. Switching plans on him out of nowhere was definitely not looking good.

You could hear a faintly ding from your phone as you started to drift away from your sleep, eyes heavy you started to search for you phone without moving your head. You groaned as soon as you saw the time, it was already 10pm. You had no idea when you had fallen asleep, all you remembered was watching south park and eating some leftovers. As you progressively started to wake up you opened the notification that initially woke you up.

It was an unknown number and an image was attached, you raised an eyebrow in confusion as the picture started to load. Your heart dropping immediately to your stomach as you stare at the picture.

It was Minho kissing a girl. You immediately zoomed into the picture, hoping it was all a joke, however, it was not. He was wearing the same clothes he wore today, one of his hands was on the girls chest while the other grabbed her arm. You tried to figure out who was that girl in the picture, your heart dropping once again as you figure out it was Vanessa, you always thought you didn’t have to worry about her; after all Minho seemed to hate her, however, you couldn’t deny she was gorgeous. She was a straight up barbie, plus she was Minho’s ex… what if after a week of dating you he realize he loved her? that he wanted her?

Tears started falling down your cheeks, a knot forming in your throat as you desperately cried in your bed. Your phone flew away across the room as you looked at the bear he gave you “YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME” you punched the bear before throwing it across the room like your phone. You honestly couldn’t believe it yet… while you were sleeping daydreaming on your next date he was kissing some other chick. You stared at your promise ring. As much as you wanted to you couldn’t take it off, you wanted all this to be a joke a set up… but the evidence was water clear. One final tear rolled down your cheek as you took the ring off your finger, you tried to throw it in your garbage but your heart wasn’t strong enough for that, so you opt out to place it in your night table.

That night you cried yourself to sleep, hoping it was all a bad dream.

———

The next morning you are woken up by the sound of your doorbell, whoever was behind that door was definitely desperate to go in. The ringing sound embedded in your head, making you annoyed.

You look through the peephole a wave of emotions attacking you as you see who was behind that door… a knot formed in your throat and tears threatened to fall. You backed away from the door as quiet as possible, trying to make no sound so he would think you weren’t home. The audacity he had to come to your house after cheating on you last night. Maybe the project thing he mentioned you was a lame excuse to go see Vanessa.

You go back to your room ignoring the continuos ringing from the doorbell. You pick up your phone from the floor to find 100+ notifications from Minho, he probably found out he got caught and tried to explain it to you. You weren’t feeling it today, you wanted to forget everything. So you texted Rosé confirming that you were going to the party, whats the best way to fix a broken heart without alcohol?

Two hours passed and Minho finally gave up trying to contact you, he called, texted, passed letters through the opening of your door. For a moment you thought he was not giving up. You knew he left once you heard Rosé’s voice on the other side of the door, you could hear her scolding Minho; telling him to leave you alone for once. He tried to explain things to Rosé, however, she never replied to anything he said.

You got startled when you heard a knocked on your door “Y/n its me~”By the tone in her voice you knew she was trying to distract you. Her voice was sweet and playful. You opened the door to find her with food in her hand “I grabbed something to eat before coming here” She lifted the bag, a big warming smile adorning her face.

Both of you were having a good time eating the food she bought and gossiping around, it was just some quality girl time, last time you had one was a couple days before you and Minho started dating. You didn’t knew how much you missed it till now.

“I don’t really wanna touch the topic between you and that asshole” She exhaled as she thought of her words carefully “But… I think you should listen to him… I mean… he looks too heartbroken for it to be something he did willingly” She finally lifted her head to look at you “His eyes looked tired, he looked like a mess… I have never seen him like this before… He definitely did not sleep last night” She laughed softly trying to lighten the situation.

“I know… I know… but I don’t know how to feel about all this, I want to hear him out but my ego won’t let me” You sighed picking up the dirty dishes “Now lets start getting ready for tonights party, I’m trying to get white girl wasted and have fun” You laughed making Rosé laugh along with you, however, She felt uneasy… she knew how much you hated parties and every single word that just came out of your mouth, wasn’t something you would say in your daily, but she is your friend and supports you 24/7, so she got up from the couch and ran out to you “WOOOO PARTY IN THE USAAA” She screamed while jumping up and down around you.

You took a long bath, it was comforting and relaxing. The way the warm water wrapped your body, you sometimes wishes you could live in your bathtub, it was just too good to be true. You got out and checked yourself in the mirror, you felt hot. Your boobs, ass, curves, everything was perfect to your eyes. You smirked thinking that this is what Minho lost, maybe and you weren’t perfect like other girls but you loved yourself and that’s what mattered.

You grabbed a purple silk dress, it wasn’t the type of dress you would wear considering how short it was and a v neckline that punctuated your cleavage. Rosé made you bought it the moment you both saw it at a store “Save it for a special night” she teased as she brainwashed you to buy it. You never expected to use it but it was too pretty to not get it.

You wore your favorite pearl dress and some sutil earrings, you wore your favorite pair of high heels and call it a day, you came out of the bathroom Rosé’s jaw dropping as she saw you.

“GIRL” She squealed “YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE” She started doing a happy dance “Let me do your makeup and hair and off we go to party land” The excitement in her voice made you forget everything, Rosé was the type of person that could make you feel better in no time, you were really grateful for meeting her.

The moment both of you stepped inside the party everyone’s eyes were on you. You two shared a knowing look and dashed to the bar to get some drinks, giggles and squeaks taking over your conversation as the alcohol ran through your system. Pink Whitney was your weakness, every time you drank it you couldn’t stop, it wasn’t because it was tasty even though it tasted way better than most alcohol, but it was because it made you feel sober making you drink more, but more you drink it, the more fucked up you got.

Two hours passed and you lost track of how many shots you have chugged down, you were currently playing beer pong with Jennie and other friends when you felt the urge to use the restroom. Politely you excused yourself and walked towards the bathroom. What you saw shouldn’t have hurt you the way it did. It was Minho… kissing someone but this time it wasn’t Vanessa, it was some other girl you have never seen before. The way he pinned her against the lonely hallway and placed his knee in between her tights… the sight was enough to sober you up, your heart shattering like a crystal figure that had been slammed against a wall; you were for real done with him.

“You guys lasted more than I imagined” Her voice drew shivers down your spine, you turn to face her, trying to hide your tears “Me and my girls bet that you guys would last 2 days” She laughed looking at you, you felt pathetic “Don’t feel bad though, he is a fuck boy he is meant to play with girls” She faked a pout and caressed your hair “Vanessa, I don’t know whats your deal but leave me alone” You unintentionally raised your voice catching Minho’s and the other girl attention.

“Shit” Minho mumbled under his breath “Y/n wait” he said as you started running away from there, he tried to follow behind you but was stopped by the girl he was kissing, Vanessa turned around to look at your figure disappear between all the bodies, a smirk adorning her face.

You cleaned your tears before telling Rosé that you were calling it a day, you didn’t want to ruin her fun so you didn’t mention the incident. As you walked out of the party you crashed into someone, your eyes widening.

“Mr Hyunjin?” You said in surprise, he chuckled at you “Hey y/n, leaving already?” He looked stunning, his long blond hair and casual attire gave you butterflies, you were used to see him in his typical teacher attire, at some point you thought he had no fashion taste by the way he dressed but now you understood that just his class attire. “Yeah…” You softly exhaled trying to hide your disappointment “May I ask why you are at a student party” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity, the sight making him laugh “Jennie and me went to the same high school, we are really close friends. However due to early degree, I have to keep it professionally” The smile in his face never faded away as he talked “Do you mind telling me how you got your teaching degree that fast?” He laughed again at your curiosity he find it really cute “Sure, but its a long story, why don’t we go somewhere else to talk?” That was an offer you couldn’t deny, specially tonight.

He knew he had no right to be jealous right now, but seeing you walk away with Hyunjin made his blood boil. He carefully followed you guys to a cafe. He sat far enough for you guys not to notice him but close enough to see the way you would laugh at his jokes, how you would often touch him here and there and the glances he would give your chest while you laughed.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the jealousy that ran through his body, but the moment you excused yourself to the bathroom he found himself walking towards Hyunjin.

He was sketching something on a napkin when Minho grabbed his shoulder giving it a squeeze “Took you long enough” He said nonchalantly as he kept drawing, not bothering to turn around to see Minho “You and your pretty mouth, you swear you are better than everyone” He groaned gaining a laugh from Hyunjin “I don’t think I’m better than everyone” he paused to look at Minho “I just think Im better than you” His smirk was Minho’s last stroke, he lifted his fist ready to punch him when Hyunjin catch it “I gave you time to not mess it up, but you are Lee Minho” His face didn’t have an expression at all, Minho couldn’t understand how he was so well collected while he threw poison at his face.

“I always knew about your little crush on her. I sacrificed my feelings for you, cause I’m a teacher and I need to keep things professional. However, I’m not gonna let you hurt her. I know how hard it was for her to be the person she is now, I’m not letting you ruin that” He started to squeeze his fist and aggressively moved it out of his face. Minho stood there dumbfounded at Hyunjin’s confession.

Minho and Hyunjin had a complex background story, they both met at summer dancing camp. Although both had so much in similar they never clicked, often turning everything into a competition. When he went to college and found out he was one of the architecture teachers he felt sick to his stomach. Hyunjin and him had a gap of 3 years, how come he already be a teacher when he was just starting a carrier. This only made Minho more jealous.

His thoughts were interrupted when Hyunjin spoke again “She is coming, you have the option to leave or face the reality” He smirked once again as he saw the troublesome look in his face, however what he didn’t expect was a tear to run down his cheek “Please take care of her” He said in defeat, a faint smile painted on his face.

Now this was something Hyunjin never expected from Minho, he knew him as the guy who would fight against him till the last breath, seeing him this vulnerable broke something inside him. “Sorry I took so long” You said as you sat down on your seat.

“Minho you idiot” he cursed to himself, so low you couldn’t hear it, at least you didn’t catch on it. He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration.

You were confused as to why you were walking towards the field with Hyunjin, he said he had something to show you, however, there was nothing to see when you were there. He grabbed your hand and placed it in his chest “I know I’m your teacher and this is wrong even though we both adults” He spat as he stared deeply into your eyes “But please concede me one kiss” He looked at you almost begging.

You look down at his lips, you would lie if you said it wasn’t tempting to steal a kiss from them… however it felt wrong and not because he was your teacher but because of Minho. You couldn’t believe yourself after all he did to you, but something deep inside you still believed in him.

While you seemed to be caught in thoughts, Hyunjin spotted Minho behind you staring at the two of you, no expression in his face, however his eyes were dark and his hands were pressed against each other.

Hyunjin smirked and got closer to you, Minho doing the same, Hyunjin knew what he was doing, his plan was to provoke him. Fight for you.

He wrapped a hand around your waist making you gasp in surprise “Hyunjin” you said softly “Shhh just play along” He whispered against your ear, you couldn’t tell why he was doing this until he spoke again “He is watching” You immediately understood what he was doing, you smiled at him “I will” Hyunjin was left dumbfounded at your words “I will kiss you” You finished, he looked at your eyes in panic “Y/n you don-“ His words were interrupted as you planted a kiss in his lips, they were just as soft as Minho’s but maybe a little bigger, however, the sensation didn’t even compared to Minho’s.

A hand grabbed your arm and snatched you out of his grip. “Minho” You said as you panted. “So you decided to fight” Hyunjin smiled proudly “Go ahead and don’t mess it up” He said nonchalantly as he walked away, leaving you alone in Minho’s arms.

It was a chilly night, the breeze hovering over your bodies. Both of you stood there without saying a single word to each other. His body was tense just as yours was. Should you be the first one to talk, tears starting to form in your eyes. He could hear you sniffing so he turned you around to face him.

He had an angry expression in his face which pissed you off but also made you feel guilty “I know I have no right to be jealous or mad right now” He finally spoke looking into your eyes “But I would be lying if I said im not mad or jealous right now” He got closer to you “Y/n… the picture they sent you last night was a set up…” He began to explain “I was doing the project when she came, she tricked me, I was trying to pull away but Jesus Christ she has a strong grip” You lowly chuckled at the playful tone on his last phrase “However today… I did kiss that girl willingly” Your heart once again dropping to your stomach “I was drunk, which is no excuse I know, but I was trying to forget everything. I was trying to forget the fact that I had lost you because of the plan Vanessa set up” He paused, his heart broking as he saw your eyes full of tears, your head staring down at the grass “I was on my 15th shot of the night, when the girl approached me… her scent reminded me of yours. Levanter and Vanilla” He whispered “One thing led to another… Im sorry” He started to cry “I’m so stupid… Im sorry” He kneeled in front of you crying.

You didn’t knew what to exactly do in that moment, forgive him? Comfort him? Leave him there? Screamed at him? You wanted to do all of those options but you didn’t have the heart to do any of those.

“L-let’s go to my apartment” Although you felt you were going to regret it, it was the only thing that crossed your head “Don’t think anything about it, Im just getting chilly” You extended your hand to grabbed his.

The walk to the apartment was silent from somehow comforting, you opened the door and led him inside. He sat on your couch while you brought a bottle of vodka. “You trying to poison me?” He said playfully trying to lift up the mood, however you weren’t feeling it “If we are going to talk I need to take few shots first”

———

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation “Teasing me with this little dress” He slid a hand up your dress and played with the band of your panties “You knew what you were doing every time you bend and moved sensually whenever I was near” He whispered in your ear, gently nibbling it. “Minho” You called out his name softly, his lips interrupting yours with a kiss. It was hungry and lustful, wet noises from the kiss hovering all over the room. Last thing you remembered was shoving down a shot of vodka before kissing him and now you were here.

He was on top of you in your bed, your hands pinned down as he kissed your body up an down. The faint light of your fairy lights being the only source of light in the room. His knee was firm against your pussy, your dress rolled up with all the movement. “You look so pretty” He almost moaned at the sight. Your messy hair, your legs exposed, your white panty on full display, and the way your dress struggled to cover your tits. Minho was drunk in you, he wanted to drink you dry. “We have made a lot of mistakes tonight…” he said in between kisses “Please lets make one that we won’t regret” moved to kiss your neck, softly biting it leaving faint marks in it “Fuck” you gasped in delight “Minho do whatever you want, any mistake I do with you ends up being the best” You could feel his smirk growing against your neck.

Next thing you felt was his nose pressed against your clothed clit, you moaned gripping his hair, he laughed “Patience princess, I want to take my time with you” He kissed your inner thighs up and down, kissing everywhere around but where you wanted him the most.

You felt shameless as you lifted your hips trying to find some type of friction. He just giggled before taking off your panties painfully slow. The cold breeze blew against your pussy making you whimper “Fuck I love it when you whimper” He placed his face closer to your pussy and blew gently on it, mesmerized by the way he impacted your body.

The feeling was mutual though, you could see the way his pants tighten the more he got aroused. Once his tongue was playing with your clit you lost it. It felt like you were on the clouds, his tongue was soft a warm, the slurping noises making you even more aroused. He grabbed your free hand and intertwined it with yours. His thumb caressing your hand as a gesture of comfort. You loved this man so much he didn’t understand.

With his other hand he slowly started stretching you out, one finger, two fingers, three… you gasped, body lifting up as he added a fourth finger. He kissed your cunt and your inner thighs trying to soothe you. “You got this princess” He slowly started to pump in and out of you, being as careful as he could, not wanting to hurt you in any way.

You threw your head back as you could feel your high approaching, moans getting louder and louder by the second. Minho closed his eyes and hummed in delight, his mouth attaching once again to your clit, listening to your pretty moans like it was his favorite song “Min-Minho” You breath hitched as you couldn’t hold back anymore “Go ahead Princess, show me how well I treat you” You came all over his finger and face, your face crimson red as you rode out of your high, embarrassment showering you over.

You could hear his soft chuckle as he kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours. You could savior yourself through his tongue. He sat you down as he glare at you, eyes dark in lust. A whimpered left your lips as he sucked the same fingers that were inside you, sucking them dry in front of you not breaking eye contact. “Fuck you taste so sweet” He was driving you insane. You moved towards him, taking what was left of you dress, your boobs falling free. You could see him salivate over them as he stared at them shamelessly.

“You have no idea how many times I have pictured you naked” He said groping your boob, his finger flickering your nipple. You couldn’t hold it anymore, your hand traveling to his belt, taking it out in a split of a second. Your hand unzipping his jeans as he helps you get rid of them.

You could see his dick through his boxers, a stain of pre cum visible at the tip, you leaned to his stomach and planted few kisses. His whimpers were a melody to your brain.

Removing his boxers, his dick sprung free, you leaned down to give the tip few kitten licks, teasing his slit while applying pressure to it. He groaned as he tightly tugged your hair. A moan escaping your mouth sending vibrations down his dick.

“Fuck… Princess… I don’t think I can resist if you continue” His voice was unstable as he tried to form words inside his head “Please let me fuck you” You raised your face to look at him, smiling as you kiss him wrapping your hands around his neck “I should be the one begging you” You tease, gaining a scoff from him.

He stood up to pick up his pants in search of a condom “Fuck” he closed his eyes, he gave the one he had to a friend who needed it at the party, he turned around to you disappointed “It will be another night Princess… I don’t have one on me right now” His voice was soft and filled with disappointment.

“Fuck me raw” He turned to face you, looking at your innocent face like you hadn’t just spilled one of the most lustful thing. You bat your lashes at him as you sat down like an obedient puppy in front of him. You tilted your head “If you want ofc, I’m under birth control” The way his cock throbbed at your words drove him crazy.

In a split of a second he was on top of you again, his mouth playing with your nipples as he teased the tip of his dick in your folds, he rub small circles around your clit with his tip, drops of pre cum falling down your folds. “Minho please just fuck me” You cried “I always forget you are impatient Princess” He chuckled, sending vibrations down your stomach. The pool of butterflies you were feeling at that moment. You were willing to forget everything that has happened in the past just to have him next to you every day.

He slowly started stretching your cunt with his tip, you groaned in pain, the fingers definitely did not prepared you well to take him in.

Once he was fully in he waited for your sign to keep going. A soft whimper leaving your mouth as you gave him the green light. He started slowly pumping in and out of you carefully.

As he started to feel pleasure as well he couldn’t help but fasten his pace, your eyes fully cloth as you moaned his name “Bet Hyunjin wouldn’t make you feel like this” You don’t where this is coming from but you like the way he talked dirty “Neither any other bitch could take my cock the way your cunt does” He placed his face in the crook of your neck panting. Shivers rolling down your spine “Fuck. The way your cunt squeezes my cock” He threw his head back in pleasure “Let me fuck you like you’re mine” He reposition himself, a hand next to your head while with the other he applied slight pressure on your neck.

He stopped thrusting you, gaining a moan of complain “Princess if you want me to continue I need you to look at me while I fuck you” You could feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment, although you were desperate. You nodded at his command and he continue with his task. His fast pace, the pressure on your neck and his dark eyes piercing yours, it was all too overwhelmed to handle, tears falling down your eyes as you moan.

Seeing you in this state made Minho crazy, you were like this because of him. His cock starting throbbing inside you as you started to uncontrollably squeeze him “Fuck Princess” He moved his hand from your neck “Min” You gasped for air “Im close” You cried out as you grabbed his hair and pulled him for a kiss. “Lets cum together then” he whispered in your ear, he moved his hand to your clit and started rubbing circles in it, while his pace started to move faster. You moaned in his ear as he felt your cum washing over his cock and spilling down your bed sheets. You knee he was close when his thrust became sloppy and he started to slow down, he was about to pull out to cum im your chest when you stopped him “Please breed me” You begged in his ear, he came almost automatically, his seed spreading in your inside “I hope your birth control doesn’t work” He said as he rode out of his high, his cock softening inside of you.

He wrapped you in a warm hug “I’m going to clean everything and then leave, you need space to think” You were disappointed at his words, although you did needed to think things over, you didn’t want to think now. You grabbed his arm “Please stay tonight…” you say softly afraid to be rejected “You can leave in the morning, but please don’t leave when Im sleeping” You mumbled as you cuddled on his chest. He chuckled softly while he played with your hair “If you say so… If it was up to me, I wouldn’t leave your side eve again” With that both of you closed your eyes and drifted to a peaceful sleep.

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A month passed and you and Minho were keeping things as friends. After all the drama that happened both of you agreed to be friends again before trying things out again. Although it was hard to keep things friendly when you had a bunch of friends who would constantly tease you. At parties they would put both of you in situations were you had to kiss each other for a dare or go in a small closet for 7 minutes. Childish games that you never thought you would be playing in college. Everything seemed to be good, Minho got a restraining order for Vanessa, she had no other choice but to transfer colleges. The pissed off face she had the day you said bye to her was definitely the highlight of the year. Although her friends apologized to you, you didn’t want to know anything about them so you agree with them to forget about each others existence.

As to Hyunjin, he started dating Rosé, it was the biggest plot twist of you life “The moment I saw him at the party I was on my knees” She squealed as she hugged a pillow “And he is a teacher…” You widen your eyes <It can’t be…> You thought as you waited for her to spill the name “Mr Hwang Hyunjin” She moaned taking you by surprise “SO HOT” She pretended to faint dramatically in your bed, making you die of laughter. Gosh you loved that woman so much.

Life was good although it felt incomplete, yeah Minho was your friend but you wanted him to be more than that, however, you didn’t want to rush things so you decided to give it time. Wait for the perfect timing to come.

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“Nice game Lee Minho” You tease as you hug him “Thank you thank you miss y/n” He chuckled “I scored all my goals in your name, so we can say this was a two person job” You laugh at his words “How considerate of you” You faked an awe face and laughed. It was the end of the autumn sports season, Minho and his team won states and everyone was celebrating “Shouldn’t you be there celebrating? you were the mvp” You raised an eyebrow looking at him “Nah… I rather stay here and watch the sunset with you” You looked at him in admiration, even though he was all sweaty and messy you couldn’t help but find him hot “I love this field” You say out of nowhere. He turned to face you, intrigued by your words.

“Most of our adventures occurred here” You laugh at your cheesy words cringing at yourself, however, to Minho your words got to him, his eyes fixated on your smile as you stare vaguely at the sunset.

His lips soft against yours, his hand on your waist while the other is in your hair “Min-” you said surprised as you broke the kiss “Is it too soon if I ask you if I can be your boyfriend” Butterflies rushed to your stomach at his words, your cheeks matching the pink tone on his.

You kissed him and smiled through the kiss, breaking the kiss once again to stare into his brown eyes “I hope that answers your question” You both smile and stay there in silence appreciating each others company while the sun slowly disappeared through the landscape of the field.

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Authors Note: Let me know if you guys find any typos, I didn’t spell check most of the fic and I wrote most of it at 2am, Also suggestions are appreciated 🙏

Hope you guys enjoyed~

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule: Season 2 Prologue

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: happy halloween! 🎃

Masterlist Epilogue

"You'll open your stitches, Yoongi-ah," Kim Seokjin noted with a monotonous tone, his eyes still trained on the tablet he was holding when he heard a rustling of the sheets, the first ever sign that the man was truly alive. The mafia prince that turned medical director was sitting comfortably, his long leg over the other as though he had gotten a good night's sleep since the mayhem that happened. It was the eighth day since Yoongi was in a coma, and similarly, it was the eighth day since you passed.

Since then, numerous things transpired- and they were all of violent nature. The five of them shed volume of blood, more so by the youngest of them. It was too bad for the traitors that Jeon Jungkook was frustrated because he almost found his wife. She was almost within his grasp when he was urgently needed back in Korea because unshockingly, one of their brothers was trying to kill the other. And well, the organization needed cleansing of traitors.

Additionally, it was worse for the traitors because the moment he returned was the moment he found his sunshine gone.

Yoongi was physically healing, as evidenced by his vitals that Seokjin was diligently monitoring. It was expected. Yoongi was not likened to a cat for nothing. They all physically saw him fall from the third floor, stood up, and brushed his hands as though it was nothing when they were younger. There was not even an ounce of doubt in their minds that he would wake up one of these days.

That was the thing, Yoongi was healing. But now, Seokjin wondered what would happen once he knew what happened to you. 

He didn't have to wait long.

"W-where is she?" Yoongi asked with apparent effort, his hand clutching his shoulder with a barely restrained pain flashing on his face. "I need to go to her. She must be so scared," He sat up and waited for Seokjin to say something, anything.

And he waited, and waited- yet, Kim Seokjin didn't answer him. He merely regarded him with a somber expression on him, a foreign look on his usual jovial face. Jin's jaw was clenched, and he hated to be the bearer of bad news.

Yoongi blinked, looking at the older man's eyes with quick realization. He couldn't have gotten any paler even if he wanted to, his eyes widened at what he already knew.

"No. Hyung, no. Fucking no," he shook his head, his movements quick as he pulled the dextrose harshly from his skin, blood now dripping on his hand. He stood up as he aimed for the door, every step he took was shaky, yet his determination to see you was strong. "Take me to her! Where is she!"

Jin tried as best as he could to contain the man, and that was how Kim Namjoon found them. He should have known, he was no match to a man who just lost the only person he ever loved. Namjoon immediately helped his hyung, securing Yoongi's other arm on his side. But the mafia leader was like a wounded animal, thrashing around as it tried to find reprieve. In this case, it was you who was his peace.

"Hyung, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself," Namjoon ordered as gently as he could, but it fell on deaf ears. Yoongi looked at Namjoon, his dark eyes filled with panic and unshed tears. He thought that maybe Namjoon would take him to you.

You were just hurt, right? You were just resting that was why his hyung couldn’t take him to you…right? You were somewhere here. He just needed to ask more, to impose more, and if needed, he just had to scream louder for you and you would come to him…right?

You were alive, right?!

"Namjoon-ah, where is my angel, hmm? Take me to her!" his voice were shaking as he fisted his hands on Namjoon’s shirt, trying to get the taller man to look at him, to listen to him. He was close to pleading, and he wasn’t above it.

Why were they quiet?

Why were they looking at him as though they pity him?

He wasn’t pitiful, he thought. He had you.

The two men shared a downcasted look. Both men didn't know how to tell him that you didn't survive, that not even your remains survived. But they had to.

"She didn't...survive."

Yoongi blinked, and the two of them were quiet as they waited with bated breath for his reaction. Yet, Yoongi just straightened up while chuckling. “Stop lying, Namjoon.”

“He’s not lying,” Jin stated before showing you the necklace he kept in his pocket…your necklace. “This was the only thing left in the scene. You’re the Chief of Police. You know what this means, Yoongi-ah.”

Yoongi smirked before marching to the door. “T-that’s not hers.”

“Hyung, where are you going?”

“To find her. She’s not dead. She’s not gone. S-She promised me she would never leave me. She never breaks her p-promise,” he struggled to say each word as his body had not yet fully recovered. His determination was commendable, but seeing him reduced to denying your death broke what was left of the brothers’ hearts. “Angel needs m-me. I cannot fail her. N-not this time.”

Yoongi’s body swayed to the side, yet he remained steadfast, walking to where he thought you were. And if he needed to crawl, then he would. If he needed to kneel just to see you, then he would be down on his fucking knees, begging for your forgiveness.

His body failed him the moment he opened the door, his barely-recovered form crashing on the ground that Jin had no choice but to contain the thrashing man the best way he could. With a small prick on his neck, Min Yoongi lost consciousness.

The last thing he called for was you.

Even in his dreams, you never came.

Chapter I

[blog-name-idk]

The Plot Twist | 05

Written by @blog-name-idk and @eserethriddle

Summary: Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.

In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.

Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, crack, humor, idol!AU, light angst, slow burn, romantic comedy, just a fun silly old time

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 5: "It's fine! South Korea has universal healthcare coverage!"

Of three things you are absolutely certain. First, soulmates exist. Second, the universe – and you don't know how potent its power may be – runs on some sort of karmic imbalance. And third, you are unconditionally, and irrevocably, fucked.

It is raining.

In a rare, extremely odd fit of forethought, you actually have an umbrella in your bag. Normally, you would scoff at weather predictions and dare the clouds to do their worst. But today, you found yourself grabbing your umbrella before leaving for your commute, and the skies that have darkened into an ominous, storm-like gray after your work shift do not phase you at all.

Today, your undoing lies in a different kind of disaster preparedness.

Hard water pelts down almost as if it is herding you, and you hurry from the assault of the rippling sky to the awning of a closed coffee shop to grab your umbrella. Expletives spew from your lips as you dig through your messy bag. You're so focused that you barely register someone also taking refuge from the sudden storm – a man wearing a mask and a bucket hat, but is shivering through a wet, black long sleeved t-shirt that's sticking to what looks like a very toned body.

Not that that's the type of thing you typically notice or anything.

"Found you!" you screech excitedly as you pull out your umbrella and brandish it at the sky. The man beside you flinches, like you're about to attack him, and you give him a disdainful look.

"S-sorry," he mutters, the brim of his hat still hiding his eyes. "I thought you meant something else."

Something else? Is he on the run from the mob, or fleeing the national military? The incredibility of either prospect nearly makes you snicker, but whatever, you need to get home before the storm gets –

BOOM!

– worse.

The thunderclap makes both of you jump, and you wince at the realization that the rain is coming down even harder. Unforgiving sheets of water pour down, and you can barely see even a few feet past the awning. Maybe you can get an Uber instead…

You pull out your phone to see no bars. No data, no phone signal, nothing. The guy next to you is shivering even more violently now, and you internally sigh. You can't just ignore him, not when helplessness is wafting off him in tenebrous waves.

"Do you have a ride coming?" you ask reluctantly, wishing you had been raised to be more selfish. Your mother does whatever the hell she wants, why hasn't she taught you the same? Though, to be fair, she probably would have been able to get the rain to stop by glaring. Perhaps someday, in your final form, you'll be just as powerful.

The man wilts and shakes his head, and you’re alarmed when you hear a sniffle. Shit, you are not equipped to handle a crying man. You're not even equipped to handle your own emotions.

"I – I left rehearsal because I had a fight with my hyung," the guy begins to share, morosely wiping his face with a wet hand that only leaves more moisture behind. His voice quivers, and despite your misgivings, the piteous sight of him tugs at your heartstrings. "And now I'm lost. I only have my phone, and it’s useless right now."

You start to feel a little sympathy for someone who's clearly been having a bad day. You're about to offer to share your umbrella to the nearest train station when he finally looks straight at you, meeting your eyes for the first time.

The patch of skin behind your ear suddenly tingles and–

Oh.

Oh.

The rain falls, lightning cracks, and your stomach drops in time with the crash of thunder that follows. Yet you can barely hear it over the sudden pounding of your heartbeat.

"Do you… Could you… If it's not too much trouble, could I walk with you to the train station?" Jeon Jungkook pleads, large doe-eyes gazing brilliantly at you from half of an unmistakable face.

This… is why you felt like bringing an umbrella today? Because of the universe and its cosmic–fucking–intervention?

The man across you fidgets, growing self-conscious as he waits for your answer. For a few long seconds, all you can do is stare numbly at him.

Are you going to have to assume every man you run into these days is one of your soulmates? How is this even possible?

You reach your decision in less than a minute.

Dejectedly, you hold out your umbrella wordlessly to Jungkook, and his face lights up. His smile does something unspeakable to your heart that you refuse to acknowledge. His expression scrunches – cutely, to your dismay – in confusion when you just hand him the umbrella. You shove a few crumpled bills from your back pocket into his free hand, careful not to touch his skin, and he looks completely baffled.

"For the train fare," you manage to choke out, already backing away into the unforgiving rain. It's coming down so hard the pelting drops almost hurt, but this is infinitely preferable to whatever the fuck the alternative is.

"What…? No! You don't have to – I just wanted to share – "

"It's fine!" you call over your shoulder, already twenty meters away and sopping wet in the opposite way to what the universe was probably trying to contrive. "Just get home safe! I'm sure your hyung is worried!"

With that you're off, leaving a very confused and equally charmed idol behind. Jungkook stares after the strange, kind girl, wondering why it feels like you're running away.

Pondering, he scratches the tattoo behind his ear.

He’s just about to run after you, but then his phone buzzes in his pocket, and he opens it in surprise to see a wall of text messages.

How odd. The signal bars are full now.

At the influx of messages from his hyungs, his argument with Jimin at the rehearsal studio floods back into his mind, and Jungkook sniffles again and dials the familiar number.

"What do you want?" answers a grumbling Jimin, filling Jungkook's chest with guilt.

"Hyung, I'm so sorry!" Jungkook cries, blubbering in earnest now, the familiar voice opening the floodgates until his tears almost match the tempest around him.

"Don't call me!" his hyung scolds, clearly still angry. And yet, he picked up the call when he could have just ignored him. Jungkook hears Jimin sigh, the sound static and long. "Fine. Where are you?"

"I don't know," Jungkook whimpers as another crack of lightning cleaves the air. Thunder follows soon after, and he hopes that you're okay, wherever you've gone.

��What do you mean you ‘don’t know’?!” Jimin demands, suddenly all love, all worry. "Tell me where you are and I'll come get you."

Ah… warmth. This is what his team has taught him: brotherhood, love, and family. To be angry, to piss each other off, but in the end be willing to drop everything to help one another.

Something the stranger had done despite having no need to.

"I don't know where I am," Jungkook replies, already feeling a little better. "But I'll take a taxi home. S-someone gave me some money."

"Come safely. I'll wait outside for you."

Before Jungkook can protest, Jimin hangs up. The maknae can't help but smile despite how stressful the day has been. Between his team members and the kindness of the girl from earlier, his chest feels warm and fuzzy, driving away the cold and the gloom of the gray skies and icy rain.

He just wishes he had gotten your name.

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Fuck.

You wake with a head full of cotton and a nose more clogged than a toilet at an American WacDonald's. Feeling like death, you drag yourself out of bed to the bathroom, force yourself into a scalding hot shower that – for a blessed moment – clears your sinuses. You get ready for work, and by the time you're ready, you at least look put together, though inside you're already wishing you could crawl back under your covers.

Any other time, you might have taken a day off to not inflict your coworkers with your germs, but today is that stupid executive meeting and you can't afford to miss it.

You pop some cold medicine into your mouth, mask up, and get to work early, because despite your utter lack of care when it comes to your personal life, you are a demon in the office.

"[Y/n]!" calls Mijoo, one of your favorite administrative assistants. It's for that reason and that reason alone that you pull your head away from your screen to give her a smile she probably can't see through the cloth of your mask.

"Hey," you greet, clearing your throat and relieved you haven't hit the "uncontrollable cough" stage of your cold yet. "What's going on?"

"Soonyoung is freaking out about something again," she replies quietly, casting her eyes over to the corner office where your Senior Vice-President resides.

You're not sure if he ever actually leaves the building.

You sigh. This is a big project, one that is being presented to the company execs, and you really need everything to go perfectly. It's a good thing you got here early.

"When I finish here, I'll go talk to him," you say reluctantly, making Mijoo shoot you a smile of relief.

After you've confirmed that everything should as expected, you push off your desk, letting your chair roll backwards. Then you slip your feet back into your heels, stand, and give a lazy stretch of your limbs before heading to put out the fire, rolling your shoulders as you do so.

Through the glass surrounding the door, you can see your VP frowning at his computer screen, gray brows knit in some sort of frustration. You knock twice, and he looks up, still frowning. It vanishes as soon as he realizes it's you, and with a grin he beckons you inside.

"[Y/n]! Thank goodness," he said in a relieved voice, already angling his monitor so that you can see. "I can't get VLOOKUP to work!"

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you shouldn't, instead ambling over to help the dinosaur who is (hopefully) planning on retiring soon. Why is someone so high up even messing with spreadsheets, anyway? You barely have time to do any hands-on work at this point, and all you manage is your own team.

"It's tricky," you agree fondly, humoring him not because you have to, but because he kind of reminds you of your grandpa. "Here, let me help."

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Your next meeting also has an unusually high number of execs, and you frown as you recall the vague wording of the invite. You settle in a chair next to your work friend slash rival Jaesung, who looks just as confused as you feel.

"Any idea what this 'very important meeting' is about?" you whisper in his direction, and he shakes his head.

"No clue, but there are rumors that there's something big coming up," he whispers back. The two of you are unable to speculate any further, however, as your CEO appears. What the hell?

By the time the meeting ends, you are torn between laughing and crying hysterically. The execs have announced the planned launch of a top secret flagship product, one that the company is expecting massive returns on due to a collaboration with – because this is your life now – motherfucking BTS.

And then VP Soonyoung stands, looks at you and Jaesung proudly, and says that as two of his best people, you will be spearheading the marketing and sales efforts. He adds, with an elderly jovial laugh, “Both of you will even get the chance to meet them, so go get your autograph plaques ready!”

As if you needed to be disincentivized!

"You’re so lucky!" wails Mijoo as you sit in your cube, where you have been staring woodenly at your computer screen for over five minutes now. She thinks you're in joyful shock, and maybe, it definitely is shock. The electric chair kind.

It's bad enough that you had to spend an entire wonderful excruciating evening with Hoba – Hoseok – and he is now aware of your existence, even if he hasn't realized you're soulmates. But now this?

You mull over filing for your immediate resignation, which only adds to your headache. Eventually, you conclude that your time and compensation package from Samsong are just too good, too unbeatable, and… you’ve grown as a professional here. People respect you, value you for you, and you absolutely love working with your personally curated team.

The problem is the universe keeps testing your limits. Executive meetings? Easy. Flagship product development? Doable with the right people. But passionate, self-consuming cosmic schemes involving the world’s biggest boy band in the guise of soulmateship?

You’d rather get hit by a car.

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The universe hates me.

That is your last thought as you hear the squeal of tires on pavement and the frantic honks of a car horn before you're suddenly staring up at the sky, pain flaring throughout your entire body.

A man gets out of the black Hyundai Palisade with tinted windows, and you suddenly wish that you had been truly run over with no hope of recovery. Of course it's Kim fucking Namjoon of BTS, and he's looking at you in a mixture of panic and concern that makes your heart flutter despite your best efforts.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he asks, to which part of your brain thinks, What a fucking idiot of course I'm not. The other half stupidly admires the broad set of his shoulders, the strange mixture of grace and clumsiness as he stumbles over to your battered body.

Wait.

You return to your senses, and begin to push yourself back up to your feet.

"Yep, totally fine!" you insist through gritted teeth, ignoring the way one of your legs is twisted awkwardly, and the flare of agony that permeates your body when you're able to bring yourself upright. "It was my fault anyway!"

It wasn't, but you're not going to stick around to let this play out.

You begin to limp away as fast as your contorted ankle allows, ignoring the flabbergasted expression on Namjoon's handsome face.

"I – can I at least pay for your medical bills?" he asks as he takes a tentative step after you. You hobble faster despite the burning pain in your legs.

"It's fine!" you call behind you, getting a regrettable glimpse of his beautiful, worried eyes. "South Korea has universal healthcare coverage!"

Unfortunately, you can only wobble so fast until the physically fit, able-bodied man catches up to you. By this point, your vision is fuzzing with strange dotted lights and your body doesn't feel quite real anymore. Namjoon's hand touches your shoulder, and you turn around to tell him off. Instead, you feel your legs buckle and strong arms catch you before everything goes black.

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"You keep appearing in unexpected places, and often." Jimin swallows, his heart beginning to race. "Your skin is always covered up. You don't eat or drink anything when I'm around."

He takes a deep breath, knowing you're just a step behind him.

"How old are you?"

You hesitate – just barely – before you reply.

"Twenty-five."

"... How long have you been twenty-five?"

"A few months."

A few months. A few months since he's moved into your apartment complex. A few months since the strange not-quite-ennui and melancholy has begun plaguing him. A few months since you have turned of age to manifest your soulmate connection.

"I know what you are."

He feels your body tense behind him, and a thrill runs down his spine. When you speak, he can feel your breath on his neck.

"Say it."

“Soulma–”

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Kim Namjoon looks anxiously at the nurse checking your vitals as you lay prone on the hospital bed, wishing he could do more to help.

"I think – I think she might have hit her head," he offers, for the tenth time, thinking about the way you had tried to run away on what the nurse is reasonably certain is a badly sprained ankle. The nurse gives him a tight smile, because one does not simply roll their eyes at the leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan, no matter how many times he's said the same thing.

"We'll check for it," the nurse promises, soothing the tall man. For the time being.

Namjoon chews on his lip as he gazes at you, wondering what your story is, what kind of past would drive you to such strange lengths.

For some reason, he itches to hold your hand, but that would be completely inappropriate from a total stranger. Especially when it could cause dating rumors if anyone gets a glimpse or a picture. His manager is already going to kill him for chasing down an injured girl in broad daylight.

His eyes keep getting drawn back to your face, peaceful in sleep and – dare he say it – quite pretty. Very pretty. Beautiful, even. And you had felt so soft and nice in his arms, warm and –

"Sir, please stay seated while I finish here," comes the nurse's tired voice, and Namjoon realizes he's gotten up and has an arm outstretched to stroke your cheek.

"Uh, sorry," he stutters, face burning as he sits back down. What the hell is wrong with him? Why does he feel drawn to this very strange, very lovely girl?

A soft groan tears Namjoon out of his spiraling thoughts, and his gaze shoots to your form as your eyelids flutter open.

"Wha – " you ask blearily, waking up from the weirdest parody dream of the world’s best vampire movie ever. Shifting in your bed, pain contorts your face and you let out a hiss. "Ow!"

Namjoon rushes over, and your mouth drops open when you realize who he is. Before you can react, he's holding your hand in his, and he staggers as something in the universe fundamentally shifts. By your gasp, you're experiencing a similar sensation, and you yank your hand out of his grip before he can get his bearings.

"Your leg seems severely strained," the nurse explains, blissfully unaware of the way the world is tumbling around the both of you. "We'll need to do x-rays to make sure it’s not broken."

"I'll… get a wheelchair…" Namjoon says, in a daze, desperate to be of help even as his mind races to understand what is going on. He stumbles outside of the room, desperately hoping that a moment alone will help him get his thoughts in order and help him find the right questions to ask.

Apparently these are questions he won't receive answers to any time soon, because by the time he's back, the room is empty. The nurse follows after him, and looks around in confusion.

"Where'd she go?" the nurse asks, and Namjoon wishes he knew the answer. Who are you? Why are you so hellbent on getting away from him?

And why does holding your hand feel like home?

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That was too close. Too fucking close.

You pull yourself onto the bus by the railing, ignoring the driver's confused, concerned expression as he takes in your hospital gown and the way you're wincing in pain. You swipe your card, only vaguely aware that everyone behind you can see your rump through the poorly tied flaps of the gown.

It's fine. Your dignity is unimportant compared to the bulletproof boy scout you just dodged.

You drag yourself to a handicapped seat – if there's ever a time you can confidently sit in one, it's now – and fall into it, finding an angle for your leg that gives some sort of relief.

Despite the pain, it's the warm feeling in your hand you can't stop thinking about.

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Kim Namjoon is at a loss.

Despite searching the entire hospital, the mysterious girl was nowhere to be found, vanishing from the premises as if she were never there. Still, out of personal guilt and liability, Namjoon lingered, offering to settle the missing girl’s hospital expenses, but the charge nurse expertly dismissed his generosity once it became apparent that he did not know you at all. He couldn’t even give them your name, or any proof of relation, and the rest of the staff quickly became tight-lipped around him.

Even Kim Namjoon, the illustrious 148 IQ leader of BTS, can’t argue against health privacy laws.

Since leaving his phone number with the charge nurse – his final, desperate effort – Namjoon has been staring at his phone, waiting for any news about you… news that simply never comes.

That same evening, he walks into the band’s shared dormitory with aplomb.

Single-minded, he heads straight for the living room and picks up the remote control off of the coffee table.

The flatscreen TV goes dark, and Kim Taehyung complains, “Hyung, no! What gives!”

Jungkook cries in offense, shooting up from the sofa, “My vampire baseball scene!”

Namjoon deigns them both with a long-suffering look. “We need to talk, so call the team.”

His assertive voice, usually reserved for critical matters and scolding, makes Taehyung and Jungkook abandon their emotional support movie in favor of gathering the rest of the group.

One by one, the boys pile into the living room from separate parts of the apartment at Namjoon’s behest. Most of them are sporting rumpled clothes and bedheads, save for Jimin, who looked ready to leave for his own place.

Namjoon announces, “There’s something I want to discuss. A… possibility.” He clears his throat. “A girl.”

"That's what you interrupted our movie for?" Taehyung asks, indignant. "A crush?"

Hoseok lets out an immediate sigh of relief. “Is that it?” And then he pauses, scratching at his nape, “Well, me too, I guess.”

Jimin’s eyes brighten. “No way, hyungs! Me too!”

When Jin, Jungkook, and Taehyung concede that they've also had a run-in with a very memorable girl recently, a new suspicion blooms in the back of Namjoon's mind.

Could they be talking about the same girl?

Though unlikely, he decides to ask, “Did any of you manage to get her name?”

Jin nods, seriously. “G0d$l@yeR_69.”

Namjoon shoots him another long-suffering look.

Hoseok stays silent, if only because his memories of you are one of the few non-idol centered things he still holds onto. Besides, his girl can’t possibly be their girl, too. The odds of that happening would be astronomical.

It's not so wrong to want to keep one aspect of his life to himself… right?

“Sorry, I… I didn’t get her name,” Jimin lies, for the same reason Hoseok keeps quiet. Besides, even if Jin is interested in you, Jimin's your neighbor! He should get first dibs! He's not going to give up your name so his handsome, charismatic hyung can find you and woo you before Jimin even has a chance to try.

"What's this important meeting about?" asks Min Yoongi, walking into the room with a mug of coffee in hand.

"A girl," Jungkook replies, somewhat dreamily, remembering the guardian angel that saved him that rainy day. Yoongi rolls his eyes and immediately turns around to leave despite Namjoon's protests. He has more important things to do than sit around gossiping, especially since he has a meeting with Samsong tomorrow about their new collaboration.

There's a hubbub behind him, a thump, and a curse from the ungainly leader as Namjoon's prized George Nakashima coffee table claims yet another victim. Yoongi's toe throbs, and he sighs.

"There's a first-aid kit in my room." He calls over his shoulder as he goes. "Knock yourselves out."

Far away, in a clinic near your apartment where your ankle is being put into a brace, you sneeze.

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Series Summary: What are the consequences of having your first kiss with your best friend?

Pairing: Park Jimin X Female Reader 

Genre:  Dancer AU, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Mutual Pining 

Chapter Count: 2 /? (ongoing) 

Word count: 7+

Content Warnings: family issues

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This innocence is brilliant I hope that it will stay This moment is perfect  Innocence – Avril Lavigne 

Childhood

Busan, South Korea

The world seemed so big around you. Or maybe it was you who was too small for the world. On that warm, sunny summer day, in a little square near your house, playing on the toys, was when you met him for the first time.

Your mother was talking to another woman who also had her son playing in the park, late in the sunny afternoon. But you didn't know who her son was. You only knew that your mother was talking to someone she supposedly knew.

Sliding down the slide seemed so much fun and interesting that nothing seemed to take your attention away from that activity. Until you saw a boy about your size riding a bike. Your eyes lit up as you found a new amusement. You were quick to get off the slide's steps and head towards the boy with dark, straight hair.

He was walking around in small circles near the slide, also close to where your mother and the other woman were talking while watching the children. The boy noticed you approaching and stopped to stare at you.

“Can I ride too?”

He analyzed you for a few moments with a look that seemed unfriendly.

“Sure. Do you know how to ride?”

He looked at you with a mischievous expression, as if he had guessed that you didn't really know how to ride. The only attempts you had made with a bike were with training wheels. Without the training wheels, it wouldn't happen at all. But you felt embarrassed when you saw the boy's gaze and didn't want to admit that you still rode your bike with training wheels.

“Of course I know!”

You tried to sound as confident as possible, raising your nose. The boy laughed and got off his bike, handing it to you.

You swallowed and picked it up. You looked between the bike and the boy and then got on. You could feel it. You were going to fall. But the desire to ride his bike and prove to that boy that you could ride was bigger than you.

As soon as you started pedaling, the bike started to lose its balance a little, but you soon managed to keep it more or less straight. Feeling confident, you increased your pedaling speed and continued straight ahead. The idea was to make a circle like the boy did, but you knew that if you turned around you would definitely fall. So you decided to continue straight ahead.

He came running right behind you, trying to catch up. And then he started yelling for you to come back.

“Hey! Come back here!”

You knew you were going far in the park, but you didn't want to stop. It seemed like a dream that even though you were shaking a little, you were able to ride the bike without the training wheels.

But the moment lasted just a few seconds, you tried to dodge a toy and couldn't.

It all happened so fast. You thought you were going to be able to avoid it, but when you realized it, the bike had already hit the side of the toy and then flipped over with you on top of it. The fall wasn't very big, but it was enough to scare you so much that it made you cry. Your knee got hurt in the process and was now scraped and starting to bleed.

The situation that seemed to last minutes in your head was actually just a few seconds when you got on the bike, rode a few meters and immediately fell. The boy came running towards you, shouting something you couldn't understand. The shock of the fall left you too stunned to hear what was happening around you. 

“Oh my god! Did you hurt yourself?!”

You were already crying when he bent down next to you and saw your scraped knee. Within seconds your mother and the other woman who was with her came running to where you were.

“Honey, what happened?” your mother came towards you desperately and bent down.

“Jimin! What did you do to the girl?” the other woman who was with your mother seemed to reprimand the boy who you now knew was called Jimin.

“Mom, I didn't do anything, she fell on her own!”

As your mother helped you off the bike and stand up, you caught a glimpse of the woman scolding the boy. He was silent with a pout forming, clearly not accepting what she was saying. She turned to the two of you and apologized.

“I'm sorry about my son. He used to be reckless with his bike”

“No, please. Don't apologize. My daughter doesn't know how to ride a bike yet. She shouldn't have asked to ride, right?” your mother gave you a serious look and you cringed.

Next to the woman whose name you still didn't know, Jimin, who had previously been frowning, now wanted to laugh a little. And you soon realized why. Your mother had just told you that you didn't know how to ride a bike, revealing the lie you had told him minutes ago.

If your face wasn't already red from crying, it would be even redder from embarrassment. You hated the situation and swore you would never be friends with him in your entire life.

You two have become friends. You can't believe you've become friends with that kid who almost laughed at you after you fell off your bike.

Now, at 13 years old, you were in his room and Jimin was talking some nonsense about dancing.

“What? Dance?”

Jimin takes out his phone and starts searching for the song he wants to dance to.

“Yes. I need you to watch this and tell me what you think”

“Hmm, okay”

You settle down in bed and he leaves his cell phone on his desk, which is playing a random rap song that you've never heard in your life.

Jimin starts dancing in the middle of the room while you sit on his bed watching. You weren't expecting anything like that, but he kind of surprised you. His steps were still a little clumsy, but you could tell he was enjoying what he was doing.

The song ends and Jimin looks at you.

“So, what did you think?”

He's a little breathless from the movements. You analyze him and give a weak laugh, a little embarrassed.

You don't really know what to say. You didn't expect this all of a sudden, seeing Jimin dancing in front of you is something totally new and unexpected.

But you liked it.

“It looks good. You look cute”

He frowns.

“Cute? I don't want to look cute. I need to be cool!” he is outraged by your comment and you start to laugh. “Stop laughing at me”

“I'm not laughing at you. You know, it's okay to be cute”

“I don't want to be cute”

His sullen face gets cuter and cuter and you can't take it anymore. You laugh a little more and Jimin looks at you seriously but then starts laughing too.

“But I think you have potential. I liked your dancing”

He stops laughing and becomes more serious. His eyes light up when you say that.

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes. Maybe you can try some other dance styles”

Jimin sits next to you on the bed.

“But I don't know any other styles”

“I can help you look for it”

Your eyes meet and you can see that there is a feeling of gratitude in his gaze. Jimin is feeling embraced and you are internally happy about that. You really enjoyed his dance. And even more so because he shared something intimate with you and felt comfortable with it.

“And you? What do you like doing so much that you would show it to someone else?”

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling and start to think. Is there really something you like doing so much besides going out and having fun with Jimin?

“I don't know. Maybe draw? I really like to draw in my free time”

Jimin looks surprised. He lies down next to you and looks in the same direction as you on the ceiling. The sun's rays coming in through the window and reflecting on the ceiling where you're looking.

“Really? Why have you never shown me one of them?”

“I don't think they're good enough”

“I think everything you do is good enough to show”

You are surprised for a few seconds and then laugh.

“You're too kind to me.”

Maybe Jimin is one of the few people who support you no matter the situation. Jimin really is pure of heart and soul.

“What's the point of me being your friend and being mean to you?”

Now he really surprised you. You turn your face and look at him and Jimin looks at you too.

“What is it?”

“You said some pretty deep shit for a thirteen-year-old boy’

You laugh to break the mood and the two of you end up bursting out laughing. Jimin pushes you with his own shoulder.

“I know how to be serious too” he becomes more serious “And who taught you to speak like that?”

“Hmmmm, you?”

“That’s bullshit”

You both start laughing again.

Life was lighter and easier and you had no idea about it yet.

“I did some research on dance styles. Do you know contemporary dance?”

You kick a pebble that is in the path as the two of you walk towards school in the morning.

“No…”

“Sooo, I think it's pretty much your style. I can show you the videos I found”

Jimin makes some sounds of uncertainty. You start walking towards him, walking backwards and a little awkwardly.

“But what kind of music is used?”

“Any kind of music. You can even dance to the sound of a piano if you want”

Jimin looks surprised, his eyes glued to your feet that are taking uncertain steps backwards.

“I don't know…”

“Come on, Jimin! I can help you practice”

You are excited about the idea. The videos you saw got you excited and you can already imagine Jimin dancing like that.

A few more steps walking in this strange way and you trip on a piece of the sidewalk that is higher. You almost fall but Jimin is faster and grabs you by the arms before you fall on your butt.

“You need to be alive and well if you want to help me”

Jimin has a mischievous expression, already starting to laugh at you. You snort.

“Sure, dumbass”

You separate from him and go back to walking normally side by side.

“Why are you so interested in helping me?”

“Because I'm your friend?”

“Yeah, smart one. But why? “

You look at him and his expression looks kind of sad.

“Well, I like you.” His eyes widened a little, still looking at the floor where he was stepping, not having the courage to look at you. ”And I really liked the way you danced, I think you have potential. And the day you become a rich dancer, you will pay me stuff"

You finish speaking and push him with your shoulder. Jimin laughs through his nose, still without looking at you.

He can't understand how you can be so honest and not be ashamed.

“You're crazy.”

“Hey, I'm trying to help you.”

You pout and Jimin looks at you now. He pinches your nose tightly. “And I won’t pay you stuff. Get a job.”

“Ouch, that hurts”

You slap his hand hard and Jimin takes it away, pouting as if it really hurt. You start laughing again.

And from that day on, you started helping Jimin practice contemporary dance. You watched his steps and gave suggestions here and there. It wasn't like you were a teacher, but he trusted you to give him your opinion on what was good and what wasn't.

Plus, at school you two managed to find a dance group that Jimin could fit in. You couldn't be happier for him.

And although you enjoy drawing in your free time, maybe your new favorite hobby was watching Jimin dance.

At 13, you went to Jimin's first contemporary dance performance.

After a lot of practice, he finally got the chance to perform for everyone and show off his talent. You were amazed by his dancing and how he had evolved. He seemed to float on the stage. His movements didn't seem like they could be done by a human being. And yet, there he was, dancing. The way his body moved, his muscles, his facial expressions.

You watched the other dancers, but you couldn't feel the same way when you saw the way Jimin danced. They were good too, but you were mesmerized by the way Jimin moved.

It was incredible what he did and you were completely enchanted by his movements, following every step. You could only think that he was born for this. He really was born for this. He had found his purpose in life.

And maybe that was the first time you looked at Jimin and thought how beautiful he was, inside and out.

When the performance came to an end, you didn't spare him a round of applause. Jimin bowed a little embarrassedly, along with the other dancers, and soon everyone left.

“What did you think?” Jimin arrived slightly out of breath near where you were sitting, along with your parents and his parents.

He ignored everyone and just walked towards you.

“You were amazing!” you couldn't contain the smile on your face.

Jimin noticed this and smiled from ear to ear, his eyes disappearing as he did so.

You hugged each other tightly.

Soon after, Jimin spoke to his parents and hugged them too. They were both happy for him. Your parents also congratulated him. Everyone was so happy with the performance.

A few hours later, everyone was gathered at Jimin's house to have a celebratory dinner for his first performance.

At 14 you have your first trauma.

6 a.m. You stir in bed as you wake up to the sound of voices outside your room. Your door is ajar, leaving a crack just big enough for you to hear your parents talking outside.

Still groggy from sleep, you hear them talking.

“She can't do things right. I'm tired of talking”

You hear your mother's voice speaking but you can't understand the context of the conversation.

She keeps talking indignantly and you start to realize that the subject is you. She is pointing out things that she thinks you don't do right, such as: dressing well, taking care of yourself, studying more, tidying the house the way she likes when they were at work. 

And your father doesn't say much. He just agrees and your heart breaks a little.

It's not the first time your mother has made demands like this, and it won't be the last time. You just wanted to be defended for once.

You go back to bed. There's no point in listening to this conversation. Your feelings have been hurt enough for today.

You cling to the pillow, lying on your side, and feel the tears running down the corners of your eyes. You can't understand how your own parents could say something so cruel about their own daughter. It's immeasurable the pain you feel hearing them say these things as if it were nothing, at the breakfast table while you supposedly sleep in your room.

You don't feel as comfortable around them as you used to. And this house doesn't feel like home anymore.

Something inside you changed when you realized your mother's dissatisfaction with you. You couldn't help but think that she wasn't right.

You did everything to please her, down to the smallest detail. Still, she wasn't satisfied and demanded more from you.

You felt embarrassed because you didn't see any of your colleagues complaining about these kinds of problems at home. Everyone else's problems seemed more real than yours: parents who get divorced, parents who beat their children or their wives, absent parents…

It felt like your problem wasn't real and it was eating you up more and more.

You had to make a model of a human cell to hand in on Monday. It was Friday night and you and Jimin were starting to put things together to do the work.

“I thought about making everything with styrofoam, what do you think?” you suggest putting the materials on the kitchen table where you were going to work.

“Sounds good, but I have no idea how to do it” Jimin says, sitting down on the chair.

You show him how you planned to do it and Jimin agrees. Then you start working on the model.

As you did what needed to be done, you noticed that Jimin was looking too much at what you were doing. But you stayed quiet and decided not to comment, until he couldn't hold it in anymore and spoke.

“You're so good at this! I can't believe how you can do this” Jimin says sincerely.

He had such a genuine look on his face that it took you completely by surprise. You stared at him as he looked at your work with a smile. Your eyes filled with tears.

Maybe this was the first time someone recognized something you did as good?

Without even knowing it, he helped you feel a little better. Without even knowing it, he put a bandage on a wound that was bothering you. And that made you start to cry.

Jimin despaired when he saw you suddenly crying.

“Hey, hey. What happened? Did I say something wrong?” he came closer to you with a worried look.

You didn't even have the courage to open your mouth to explain. You threw your weight on top of him and hugged him with your arms around his neck. Jimin returned the hug, squeezing you tightly, trying to ease the pain he didn't know about.

His heart was tight. Jimin hated seeing you like this. He wished he could take away all the things that made you sad.

“You didn't say anything wrong” you say, still hugging him.

Jimin listened carefully to what you were saying, waiting for you to explain what was happening. But you didn't, and he didn't want to force you. But curiosity was almost killing him inside.

When you finally let go of him, your eyes were a little puffy from crying. His gaze was sad and you knew he was dying to know what had made you cry all of a sudden. But it was something that bothered you so much that you didn't have the courage to comment on it yet.

“I'm sorry about that”

You said a little softly, embarrassed after having burst into tears. And you even wet his shirt with your tears.

“You don't need to apologize for this, kitty. I'm just worried”

“Don't be. It's no big deal”

You giggled and wiped your wet face with your sleeves.

“I'll let it go today, but you need to tell me, okay?” Jimin said this looking into your eyes and you couldn't do anything but agree with him.

At 16 years old you crossed the barrier of friendship.

Adolescence arrived and with it the urge to feel pretty for boys. You were no different. Despite wanting to get the attention of a specific boy in your class, you also wanted Jimin's approval. You felt that if he liked it, then it was perfect. You couldn't really explain why, it was just that.

It was on one of those days that the subject of kissing came up in your conversation.

You were sitting in a distant hallway at school, enjoying your break away from everyone else. You almost always did this. You went somewhere farther away and played games, talked and laughed.

The break was almost over and you knew that next period you would have class with that boy you wanted to impress: Sungmin. So in the last few minutes left, you pull a lip gloss out of your backpack and grab your phone to look at it while applying it to your lips.

Jimin had been flipping through the manga you were reading for a few minutes, but stopped when he noticed what you were doing.

“Why are you putting this on? “ Jimin analyzes you while you are putting on lip gloss.

“Because boys like it.” You answer simply.

“I don't like this.” Jimin frowns, still looking at you.

It's a lie. He loves it when you put on lip gloss. But he hates the idea of ​​it being for another boy.

“That's why you don't have girls.” You mock, laughing.

Jimin frowns and crosses his arms.

“I can have any girl I want. “ He says seriously and you laugh even more.

“So why don't you have it? “ you turn to him and stare at him with your arms crossed too.

“Well... “ Jimin stares at you for a few seconds and loses his composure. He scratches his head and looks embarrassed. You start laughing at his face.

“Stop laughing.” He pushes you by the shoulder and starts laughing along with you. Jimin knew you weren't really making fun of him.

“I just don't have anyone who interests me.”

You look him in the eye, but you feel like what he says isn't quite true. You know why it isn't true. You caught him checking out another girl from your school, what was her name again? Minji? Yejin? You can't quite remember.

“And that girl from class B? Isn't her name Yejin? “ You ask.

“What’s about her?”

“Why don't you go out with her? I've seen how you look at her, I know you like her.”

You're testing to see if Jimin will admit that he likes someone. You want to know if he's interested in someone without asking him directly. Even though you're best friends, this kind of topic has never been brought up before.

“She's pretty…” but she's not prettier than you.

Jimin blushes slightly and doesn't finish his sentence. He hardly looks the same when he's in front of you. He doesn't act like this in front of other people.

Jimin tries to remember when he was staring at that other girl so much. He thinks you got it all wrong.

“So? Kiss her.” You encourage him, despite feeling a hint of jealousy deep down.

“I can't... “ he says softly

“Why not?”

“Well... “he scratches his head, clearly embarrassed “I've never kissed anyone and... I don't... I don't want to ruin everything with her”

More lies.

The part about him never having kissed anyone was true, but about the other girl, not so much. She was pretty, but she didn't catch his attention as much as you thought. In fact, he had never kissed anyone because he wanted to do it with you. But you didn't need to know that.

“What?!” You seemed too surprised by the information.

In your head, Jimin had already been with several girls. After all, he was full of charm and seemed to be flirting with everyone all the time. That information took you completely by surprise and unconsciously left you with a little hope. You had never kissed anyone either. You were afraid of doing everything wrong and the person started laughing at you. You wanted to try it with someone you were intimate with. Someone who was close, like Jimin was.

“What's with that reaction? You know I'm shy”

You break your thoughts when you hear him talking.

“No, you're not shy at all. You even perform on stage.”

You laugh through your nose because no, he can't be shy flirting with multiple girls like he does.

But thinking about it, he's shy around you, so maybe...

“One thing has nothing to do with the other.”

“I think it has.”

“Well, but I've never kissed anyone.” He shrugs, admitting

“You should try. It's good.”

You try to encourage him, afraid that your happiness at knowing this will be too obvious.

“How do you know?” he raises an eyebrow. His heart beats wildly in his chest at the slightest image of you kissing another boy without him knowing. Because as far as he knows, you hadn't kissed anyone either.

“That's what people say “ you shrug and look away from him, which is too intense for you to handle.

You're afraid if you look at Jimin for too long, he'll somehow be able to read your mind and figure out what you're thinking.

“So you've never kissed anyone either”

“Well, duh”

You were starting to get nervous about this conversation. You put your lip gloss in your backpack and pretended to look at your phone. The silence was starting to bother you.

“We should go. Class is about to start.” you stand up and put your backpack on your shoulder.

“We should try.” Jimin says

Your eyes widen as you look at him. You can't believe what you just heard.

“ W-what did you just say?” your voice came out a little broken with shock.

“You know... we could try kissing to learn.” He says as if it were nothing, while putting the manga inside his backpack.

“What-why… why? 

You see him smirking, enjoying your nervousness. Your face heats up when you see the naughty expression on his face. That same flirtatious look he uses with some girls at school.

“We could learn, so we don't embarrass ourselves with the people we really want to kiss.” Jimin finishes closing his backpack and looks at you seriously.

And that was a bucket of cold water on you. So he didn't really want to kiss you, he just wanted to use you so he could learn and not embarrass himself in front of that girl.

Deep down you were hurt, but you would never admit it. And to be honest, you didn't really know why you felt so jealous of him. It wasn't like you liked him. Maybe it was the fear of losing him to someone else, since you didn't have any other friends as close as Jimin. Yes, maybe that was it.

“Right…”

You agreed even though you felt a little bitter inside.

When you turned your gaze to him, Jimin was already approaching you and your feet got tangled up trying to get away from him. You looked around, but there was no one around. But you despaired anyway.

“What? Now?” you move away covering your mouth, hitting your back with the wall behind you.

“Why not?”

“Because... Because I didn't brush my teeth.” You come up with the first excuse that comes to your head. You needed more time to process that.

He stops and thinks for a second. He hadn't brushed his teeth either. Jimin pulls away and blushes.

“When can we try then?” he asks, packing his backpack.

You stop and think.

“Today after class. “ You don't even have the courage to look him in the face.

“At my house or yours?”

“At my house.”

So you two agree to do it at your house after school. Your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your chest because you're so nervous. The rest of the classes were useless. You couldn't focus on anything other than thinking about what it would be like to kiss Park Jimin.

On the other side of the room Jimin was also so anxious that he couldn't think about anything but you.

You brushed your teeth. Twice. Just to be sure. And you put on some perfume for good measure. Oh, and you didn't put on lip gloss, since he said he didn't like it.

You looked at yourself in the mirror several times and wondered what movements you would make with your mouth. But every time you stopped to think, it made you more nervous and your hands sweaty.

He had arranged to come over to your house after lunch. It had been a few minutes since Jimin said he had left the house and he still hadn't given any sign of life. You were starting to think that maybe he had given up.

Until your doorbell rang.

You walked out nervously, walking awkwardly to the front door. You opened the door for him and Jimin gave you a nervous smile. You made room for him to enter and Jimin walked in. You could tell he was nervous too by the way he moved.

You both sit on the couch in the living room in silence. Never in so many years of friendship had you two been silent for so long as you were now.

“I don't know what to do. “ you say, suddenly. The nervousness is evident in your voice.

“Me neither.” Jimin says and looks at you.

You stare at each other for a few seconds.

“Is your mother home?” Jimin looks away briefly around the house.

“Not yet.”

Your mother used to get home before your father. His question made you more nervous, reminding you that maybe what you were doing was wrong.

Jimin looks at you, uncertain. You stare at him and a thousand thoughts run through your head. You had never stopped to think about him that way. But now you started thinking about how he would kiss you and what the texture of his lips would be like, you can't go back.

Jimin takes the first initiative.

“Can I...? “ Jimin says, getting closer.

“Yes…”

You both got close to each other. You closed your eyes and when your lips touched it was strange. It was new, but at the same time good. His lips were soft and warm and you tried to understand how a boy could have such a soft and inviting texture.

You spent a while just sealing your lips, testing the new idea of ​​kissing someone's mouth. You felt your hands sweating from nervousness and tried to wipe them on your pants.

Your position was strange. You were sitting side by side on the couch and neither of you were touching the other. You were tense and didn't know how to act. It was funny knowing that the same Jimin who joked about everything and flirted with several girls, could be like that too: shy and nervous.

You separated and opened your eyes. Your face must have been slightly red and his lower lip had a sheen of spit. You had already noticed that Jimin had beautiful lips, but nothing compared to now. You wanted to kiss his full lips more and feel his taste.

His eyes studied you for a few seconds, until he took the initiative.

Jimin's insecure hand gently held the back of your neck and brought your faces closer again. Your eyes closed automatically and that soft, pleasant sensation filled your lips again. You sighed slightly at the same time he pressed his lips against yours, and you could feel him smiling slightly.

This time Jimin was bolder and tried to use his tongue. His tongue tried to pass between your lips very slowly, but you got nervous and moved away from him.

“Are we going to use our tongue?” the question seemed too stupid after it left your mouth.

His cheeks were as red as yours must have been. Your thoughts were racing and you couldn't organize yourself into a concrete idea.

“If you want…” Jimin said uncertainty.

The way he said that made you want to bite him.

“Uh... Okay.”

Jimin leaned in again and kissed you. This time you let his tongue slip through. His tongue tasted like mint and you loved it. You opened your mouth wider for him and as you tried to fit in the kiss, your teeth chattered. It was nice to feel his breathing so close, trying to control yourself so as not to lose your breath.

It took you a few minutes to manage to fit in a kiss. As the tension passed, you both laughed together at the situation and your lack of experience. You separated a few times due to lack of air.

On the third attempt, you took a deep breath, looking at him. Jimin bit his lower lip, looking at you, and you felt your stomach tingle. Your lips met again, and this time the kiss was a little less harsh. You managed to caress each other's tongues more fluidly and without your teeth clashing so often.

Your legs were pressed together on the couch as you tried to get closer to each other. One of your hands was holding his arm, not sure what to do with your hands at that moment. His hand tightened around your waist, and you shivered all over.

You turned your faces to better fit the kiss, not letting go of each other for a second. His hand continued to tighten around your waist and your heart beat faster.

It felt so good to kiss him that you finally understood why your classmates were always talking about kissing boys. But it was still unbelievable to you how a boy could have such a soft mouth like Jimin's.

When his thumb reached the underside of your breast through your clothes, you heard a noise from the front door.

Your lips parted with a pop and his hand left you faster than you could feel it. He looked at you with wide eyes. “My mother is here.” You whispered, scared.

“Honey? Are you home?”

Your mother left the keys on the counter at the entrance and walked down the hallway that led to the living room. She looked at the two of you sitting on the couch, watching TV at a very low volume. You and Jimin smiled at her.

“Hi mom, welcome home.”

“Good afternoon, ma'am.” It was clear from afar that Jimin was nervous.

You both looked like you were up to something. You were holding the TV remote and sitting far away from him on the couch, with your legs close to your body. Jimin was sitting with a pillow on his lap and trying to hide his nervous expression.

“Jimin! I didn't know you were coming today. “ Your mother commented as she walked through the house to drop off her bag.

“Actually, I was just leaving, ma'am.”

“That's right, mom. He just came to borrow a notebook to copy the material.”

You two communicated with each other through your eyes while your mother disappeared into the kitchen. She continued talking about coffee and Jimin staying to eat, but you didn't pay attention, holding back a silent laugh.

And this was one of the times you were almost caught kissing in secret.

Even though you swore that everything would be normal, that nothing had changed between you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

It was so inevitable that your friends started to notice that something was strange.

You always blushed when Jimin appeared out of nowhere and sat down with you. Or the looks you shared for a long time, only to look away and pretend nothing had happened.

“And then, she kissed me. And I was like, ‘Dude, what is this?’ She caught me completely off guard.” Taehyung said at lunch.

The slightest mention of a kiss made you and Jimin look at each other.

You were all sitting at a rectangular table in the school cafeteria. Jimin was sitting in front of you.

Your face heated up as he stared at you and you lowered your head.

“And then what? Cut the crap, Tae. You talk too much.” your friend, Yuna, says and everyone laughs.

“And that was it! What did you expect?” Taehyung looks at her mockingly.

“I don't know. Something more exciting?”

Yuna makes a bored face and everyone laughs even more.

“If you want something exciting, ask these two.” and he points at you. “They haven't stopped staring at each other the whole lunch.”

Hoseok turns to you and continues chewing as he speaks.

“What's wrong with you? You're acting weird.”

You pick at your food nervously.

“What? It's nothing.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow and continues chewing.

“You two are acting suspiciously.” your friend says.

“We're not!”

You speak a little louder and everyone notices.

“See? Suspicious!”

And everyone starts laughing, agreeing.

Jimin can only stare at you. The tips of his ears are turning red.

“Stop doing that. It's nothing.” Jimin says. He's getting nervous too.

“How much do you bet that these two hooked up?” Taehyung says laughing as he eats and everyone starts talking at the same time at the table.

“What if we do?” Jimin says in a serious tone and you almost choke.

The table falls silent.

“Are you serious? “ Taehyung puts down his cutlery and stops giggling.

Everyone is waiting anxiously for an answer. You are shaking, not believing that Jimin is saying this.

The few seconds until Jimin's answer seemed like an eternity in your head, which was spinning with a thousand thoughts.

“Of course not. You've been reading too much fanfiction, Tae. Stop projecting your fantasies onto your friends.”

And everyone starts laughing again. You end up laughing too, but maybe it was out of nervousness.

02:22 AM

You couldn't sleep. Anxiety was taking over your body. You'd like to say it was just another one of those anxiety attacks where you don't know why it starts, but you knew why.

The constant cold war between your parents. The way they had been treating you over time and how it had changed – in a bad way.

You were feeling lost. You felt like you weren't being loved. You wanted to run away and hide from everyone, but there was only one person who made you rethink all of that: Jimin.

With cold tears streaming down your face, you searched for your phone under your pillow. Your eyes hurt from the brightness of the screen as you searched for Jimin's contact and called him. On the fourth ring, he answered with a voice hoarse from sleep.

“Hm, Y/n?”

“Jimin…” you sniffed, not on purpose, because your nose was starting to get stuffy. ”I'm not feeling so well…” you took a deep breath. “Can you come over?”

Your voice grew small as you asked him. You knew it was asking too much. But he lived next door to you, so maybe it wasn't asking too much.

You heard some things moving on the phone and then Jimin answered.

“I'm coming.”

A few minutes later, you were in your slippers, silently opening the door to a slightly disheveled Jimin wearing pants and a sweatshirt.

When you finished closing the door, Jimin pulled you into a hug, resting your head on his chest. You sniffed, because your tears were already starting to fall again. His scent was comforting and made you feel safe despite the sadness.

“It's okay. “ he said softly, just for you to hear.

His hand caressed your hair as you cried softly against his chest.

Jimin didn't question you why you were like this. And you knew he was the only person you could trust at that moment. You knew he wouldn't question you until he knew everything was okay. That was why whenever you needed him, you knew Jimin would know how to handle the situation. He knew you too well. Maybe he was the only person who really knew you, even compared to your parents.

The two of you walked to your room and lay down under the covers. Maybe it was strange to see two teenagers of the opposite sex, but you had known each other since you were little and sleeping over one day was nothing new.

Still, you felt a little nervous about letting a boy enter your room so easily. But you knew Jimin and how he was, you trusted him with everything you had. He was the only person who could make you feel good at that moment.

It was the beginning of winter, so the temperature was a little lower than normal, enough for you to want to snuggle under the covers.

You hugged each other head-on and your face was close to the crook of Jimin's neck. He had a scent all his own, which brought you comfort and made you relax. And at that moment, that was all you wanted to think about. And the caress Jimin was giving on your back.

Within a few minutes of this affection you could already feel your eyes getting heavy. Soon you were already sleeping, hugging the warmth of Jimin's body.

When the sound of your alarm clock woke you up, you could no longer feel Jimin's presence in your bed. You stretched and searched the bed for him, only to be dissatisfied knowing that he was no longer there. But you knew it was better that he had left before your parents woke up and wondered why Jimin was sleeping with you on a Wednesday. This could easily lead to hasty conclusions, when in reality the reason behind him sleeping with you on a weekday was much harsher.

Your eyes were still a little puffy from crying. You washed your face with cold water before taking a hot shower and getting into comfortable clothes for class.

While you were having breakfast, no one seemed to pay attention to your face, which looked a little downcast. Not that you wanted any questions at that time of the morning, but your parents' indifference seemed kind of obvious.

"You need to start thinking about your future. You need to do something to help." Your mother said in a harsh tone, before even saying good morning. In fact, she never said good morning.

Her words came in one direction and came out the other for you. Listening to her talk like that, it seemed like she hadn't said the same thing yesterday, and the day before that too, and every day of the week. She always said the same thing every day.

You nodded silently as you ate your egg bread, trying your best not to start an argument at this time of the morning, despite your growing anger. You knew deep down that you couldn't let your life revolve around this, but it ended up being inevitable.

Days like this, when you silently agreed, were when you were at your most emotionally exhausted. You just accepted reality and let it happen.

Most of the time, the situation was different. You responded in the same harsh tone and the argument started at 7 in the morning. But not today. Today you were tired of everything and preferred to stay quiet.

As soon as Jimin saw you, he went to meet you and put an arm around your shoulders as you walked.

“Hey kitty, how are you?”

Despite the somewhat provocative nickname, his tone of voice was one of genuine concern. You knew what he was talking about.

In other circumstances, you might have reacted to his affectionate nickname, perhaps even blushed a little. But today you were completely out of it and without any strength., not even that was enough to elicit a reaction from you. You were emotionally exhausted.

“I'm better.” you avoided his eyes.

You continued walking the short distance to school.

“Are you sure? “Jimin searched your face. He felt like you were hiding something from him.

Well, not exactly hiding. He saw the state you were in this morning.

“Uhuh”

Your voice came out unwillingly, as if you didn't even have the strength to do it. Jimin could tell what was happening and his thoughts were racing at a mile a minute, thinking about what he could do to make you feel better. To make that weight come off your shoulders, even if it was just a little.

When you arrived at school, you tried to change the mood by seeing all your friends together. You had a few laughs in the schoolyard before class started and somehow that made you forget your thoughts a little.

A/N: Yaaay one more chapter of The only exception. Sorry for the angst but.... yeap that's it hahahah. What do you think of the story so far? Please let me know in the comments or in the ask box.

As I said, I already have some chapters ready so I plan on posting once a week.

I hope you guys are enjoying it xoxo

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Saw you liked dangerous fellows and are accepting requests, I was wondering if you could write headcannons for all the characters? Maybe include how they act the first time you meet in comparison to how they are after getting close with them. What they're like with physical affection, holding hands, kissing cuddling etc. Whatever you can think of about a headcannon basically. You don't have to but I'd also love if you could include other characters like Judy, Sue, Jae and Scarlett! (If you think she's redeemable 💀) Thank you so much! <3

so i didnt due jay or hailely but anyways yeah! sorry for taking FOREVR

and its not proof read because i am not proof reading 3.0k words on a laggy laptop

LAWRENCE  

He's interesting, a knight in shinnng armor with some… things going on. I don't think he’d change much over the course of your relationship. He is down for anything because it's you. 

He's kind, calm, and very attentive. He notices things about you that you don't even realize. He always seems to pop in at the most convenient moments. This has to do with the fact that he's extremely over protective and territorial of you. He doesn’t let  it show early on though. 

After you get close and kind of stuck with him is when he shows his much more overbearing side. Hes like a sick guard dog that scares anyone away. Anyone who steals your attention, female or male, platonic. especially romantic he doesn’t like. He gets jealous, like crazy jealous. Hes insane, he holds your worth over his own family (cannon), but that doesn’t mean he isnt above hurting you. Thank god it wont ever come to that though. Both in cannon, because its too dangerous and the lack of profesionall medical tools could mean the msallest injury could be fatal. And in a no zombie au because, well the law. Korea is the land of cctv afterall, his ass would get caught. 

Overall, hes very helpful. Hes always down to listen to you. To him, your voice and love is a cure to even his darkest thoughts. Hes very genuine in his love with you too. He wont hesitate to compliment you or give you a little kiss here or there or everywhere. He loves holding hands, kissing and cuddling. He wants to be with you, be you and be your savior. He loves you genuinely with all his heart. He could be stuck an eternity with you and you alone and he would be happy for said eternity. To him, you made all the wrong in life right, and the once dull colors vibrant. He actually enjoys waking up now. He’s a very complex man. I dont think he cares about pda, or public appearances much when you’re inloved. He couldn’t give less of a fuck what everyone else thinks, (he does actually).  I dont think he has much self worth. Its hard to explain. Hes smart, pretty and (probrably) athletic, or physically capible. He knows he the guy girls and even guys swoon over, but he doesn’t really have a personality. His only sense of self worth comes from his academics and what others think of him. Hes begun to find life dull, even so he doesn’t know what else to do. Everyone is snakes so when he meets someone (you) whos genuine he latches on with every bit of his being. You gave him the ability to find his self worth as a human and outside of academics, which also means you hold alot of power against him, even if you dont know yourself. I think he really just needs to learn that you love him for him no matter what. Then his extreme tendencies will lessen abit. As for love language i think he exceeds in all of them, though he may lack in quality time for his busy schedule. Study with him, he would really enjoy it. Even if you aren’t talking, just cuddling or embracing as you do your studies is something really intimate that makes every part of him warm. He could genuielnty get lost in thought looking at you. Will do your hair, doesn’t matter what kind of hair you’ve got. He will research and learn how to take care of it. Again, to him intimate moments like freshly showering and in pj’s is something that makes him so happy he could die. He’s also fine with matching outfits. But I think he likes matching stationary and studying tools more. It makes him smile. Back on the topic of studying, he LOVEs when you ask him questions, it could be a simple “9x9 is 81 RIGHT???” and he’ll smile as he nods. I think once he learns some genuelen self love and respect, he will be awesome. Tbh, i dont think he’d raise his voice in arguments, I think he’d be somewhat condescending. “Oh dont you get it?” “this is for the better”. Lowkey i feel like he’d deflate imeediatley after out of fear that you’d leave. When you move in together i think the highlight of his day will be waking up next to you. Wakes up an extra hour early jsut to cuddle you.

As for children, i could see 2 paths. Genuine love after he learns self respect. Or the Aishi route where he only loves them for being the actual embondiment of the love between you and him. But i like the first idea more so- he does everything his parents couldn't. Tries his best to promote their studies while also giving them love. 

EUGENE

Standoffish, and tsundere. Hes very cautious of people. He has firm boundaries of who he considers friend or foe. That being said he becomes much more attentive and protective (different than Lawrence) to you. He wont let anyone defame you and acts like a worried mother, telling you to dress up for the cold and chastises you for forgetting sick. Kind of like a worried mother. Hes very blunt and sometimes comes off as rude but he genuinely doesn't mean to. 

As for physical affection i feel like hes playfully aggressive. Big fan of hand holding in public. I think he likes to hold your head close to him. Hes a big fan of arcade dates, especially the rhythm game ones. He loves playing crane games even if they are rugged. Will do the cliche thing of winning a gift for you at a carnival / fair but its the cutest thing ever. Forehead kisser 100%. Composes music for you, its a huge way of showing his love for you. Makes playlists and burns cd’s for you and to listen to together. Would love it of you were to return the act. If you play an instrument or sing he would 100% wanna duet. Omg imagine starting a band with him. You don't even have to make the music, you could literally be the artist or music video maker. WOuldn't that be so cute (i cant help but think of niigo) 

Much more understanding of fandom culture and things of the like, so yapping about your fav artists or even characters would be nice because he actually understands most of the internet lingo. Likes all your social media posts and makes stupid silly comments. All your moots/oomfies know who he is because wherever you are, he is aswell.

When hes comforting you, he will usually bash the other party for being the cause of your sadness. He usually insults them and their viewpoints while rubbing your hair. Hes really stubborn, so please be patient with him. Hes trying to get better, because he doesnt want to hurt the person he loves.

ETHAN

Unioricnly, a nice bonding time would be sleeping lolololo. Hes extremely standoffish at the beginning, like usual. But once you get his socials, he becomes much more understandable since hes able to communicate better online through sms. Even though hes a rather dry texter, you slowly learn to understand him more. I dont think he would go out of his way to participate in cheesy coupley stuff. BUt, if you asked him to then he would. I dont think his personality toward you would change much and most people woudnt be able to tell that you are dating but thats honestly for the better because hes generally a more private person. However, just because its not visible doesnt mean that he doesnt love you. WIll put his life on the line for you in a heart beat. And considering his physical strength he will not hesitate to put someone in their place if they tried something on you. 

Despite his muscular figure, hes very cuddly and cozy. I feel like hes a crazy sleeper who sleeps in the wackiest positions. But, he always manages to wrap his arms around you. I feel like he would kiss you on the nose or lips.  Please help him study for all the classes hes slept thoruhg. In return he will do something like “this is for you ___” while hes playing baseball or something. Wether or not he misses it still enamores the people viewing because its so weirdw watching ethan, the usually cool and quiet one proclaim his love for you. On that note his teammates find his subtle change in behaboir cute. Like the way he starts constantly checking his phone during practice to see if he got a text from you. Or the small smile that tugs on his lips informing them that he got a text from you.

I just know he would be horrible at comforting you. Probably just stands there confused. He puts his hand on your shoulder then hugs you because thats all he can do. He will text you later, when his thoughts are much more composed. These messages are  heartfelt because you can tell he put effort into it.

ZION

He teases you with malice at first, like he does with everybody. But once he gets a soft spot the teasing become more endearing and he becomes much more protective of you. If you don't like the teasing he will (try) to stop. Only he can tease you and will get one anyone for teasing you (if it makes you uncomfortable). I dont think hes the biggest fan of PDA, more just things like hand holding and thats it. The nail in the coffin for your relationship is when he becomes vulnurbale and opens up about his past. Hes a big and small spoon tbh. As much as he portrays himself as rash, he is ultimately a big teddy bear. He definitely gives big bear hugs. Definetly just a straight up mouth kisser. Oh yeah he would square up with anyone who tries anything on you. Not to mention hes really rich so he would blacklist them from the neverland parks. Spoils you rotten, makes a while fiasco out of any achievement and throws a big fat fucking party, or if your not a party person just buys something really expensive and makes a big deal out of it. Takes you shopping for clothes and anything you like (like… figurines). I don't think he would be opposed to the idea of ordering custom plushies/figures of the two of you. As for his rich family, they obviously wouldn't be fond of him dating a commoner but he can always marry someone for political gain and just spend his time with his actual partner.

HARRY

Self-depricating and too kind for his good. Hes extremely nice to you as he is everyone at the start so you dont really feel special. Hes the type to be straightforward and as you out. Hes very old fashioned, or tries to be considering his lack of money. Im going to be honest i dont think hes in the best mental state. He would jump off the roof if you asked him too. He feels like a burden to his mother just for existing and will take along time to open up to you. Hes also very manipulatable, due to his lack of selfworth. Hes much more willing to indulge in pda. Afterall why woulnt he showcase his love for you? Doesnt have mch money so his dates usually consist of cheap convenience store runs or hanging out at his work. As self-loathing as he is, would probrabbly be the best partner. He will very much communicate his feelings. Hes very patient with you despite all your flaws. He loves you from the earth and back and would do anything to make you happy. Please get him a violin (im pretty sure he sold it in cannon to pay for bills?). Will play you dozens of love songs and your favoirtes. Shows up with flowers and chocolates on valentines because thats how he is. The very supportive golden retriever boyfriend who will cheer you on no matter what. Hes your best friend and number one fan.

JUDY

Happy trooper! Shes super jolly and just like Harry overly nice to everyone so its hard to tell how much you mean to her specifically. I think she would also be straight forward about confessing but much more nervous and blushing. She starts jumping with joy when you accept. Huge pda fan, will give the biggest fattest fucking smooch to you whereever whenever. Loves cuddling, doesnt care about big or small spoon. Just holding you close is enough for her. Super smily and her demeanor can lift you up in a ,matter of seconds. After getting into a relationship, not much changes other than the blatant kissing. sHe is more real with you and will voice her doubts about things that scare her. shes really good at keeping herself grounded and helping others. Posts you for national bf/gf day and says endearing cheesy things. I cant help but feel like shes silly with text but also unirronicly uses smily faces like an old grandma. 

SUE

Shes similar to lawrence, but like not batshit crazy. She also isnt as playful, espcially when you first meet her. Her treatment towards you will be either one, you dont really care about your studies and act stupid and she kind of just shoves you aside or you are her study buddy or someone she deems respectable. Shes also kind of like a nagging mother but not too a harsh degree. She always takes note of your state and brings you snacks/gifts because they reminded her of you even if she doesnt realize it. She kind of quiet and introverted but i dont really think she minds pda. She doesnt see why she should chare about what others think about her relationship afterall. Though, i dont think she goes out of her way to kiss you in public, she saves it for more intimate or important times. 

If i can recall correctly she was part of student council so trust she will be using that to her advantage if anyone tries to bother you. I think spending time with her is fun especially because she probably helps with school events so you two always have something fun to do. Afterall whats better than helping out at a fair and also getting to go on a date at the same time. Dating Sue has a ton of perks because (especailly if you were already a goodie-two shoes thats liked by teachers) teachers will be way more lenient of you. Practically letting you guys do things that the other kids cant do. Shes definitely big spoon and is surprising really cozy. I think fur coats would look nice on her so hugging her in the winter is definitely a plus. 

SCARLETT

Shes a hard one to get along with. Her abrasive attitude doesnt really change much and its really hard for you to tell when she starts to like you because again, her attitude doesnt change. Its smaller things like her worrying about you under the gaze of simply being curious. If your oblivious or just dont catch on to her, it will just eventually get to a point where she aporaches you, asks you out and demands an answer. Definitely a big pda person, and flaunts you around like “heh! Yea this is MY partner. Goes or drags you on shopping dates. Not only does she dress up but she dresses you up and she has a really great eye for fashion. Its very clear that shes the “bratty princess” characatchure.

Anyways i think she would have a fun time setting up a home date for the two of you, like doing your nails as you two listen to a tv drama channel or just gossip. Very iconic couple and gf 10/10. I think she would switch between big and little spoon, she doesnt have a solid preference, its more of a spur of the moment feeling for her. Kisses you with lipstick and takes photos.

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SUGAR AND SIN | JK FANFICTION

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synopsis: Aurora Beckett is as sweet as the cupcakes she makes and as bright as the morning sun that fills her bakery, the first thing in the morning. With a knack of making friends every chance she gets and putting them before her, she finds herself in trouble more than a friendly neighborhood baker should. Yet this time, the trouble came barging itself. Jeon Jungkook- the shadow syndic, a name whispered through the darkest corners of South Korea, feared like the devil himself. Certain circumstances lead him to her, and the next thing he knows, 5'4 "inches of pure headache is his self-proclaimed partner in crime. But when annoyance starts to twist into a need for the girl, who's everything he's not, he realizes that she is the one who's trouble.

TITLE Sugar and Sin.

PAIRING Mafia boss! Jungkook × female oc

GENRE Mafia au, grumpy × sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/ thriller.

WARNINGS violent acts - including murder, physical confrontations, and threats of harm. Dark Themes – Themes of crime such as kindapping and human trafficking, power dynamics, moral ambiguity, mature language, characters experiencing physical and emotional abuse. Please continue with caution.

TAGS Mafia boss Jungkook, peirced and tattooed jungkook, he is also a meanie, sociopath Jungkook, jungkook with a gun, RICH man, he kills people for a living or maybe for vengeance, oc and Jk both struggle from a traumatic past, oc is a cat person, oc is an extorvert, people pleaser oc, she is sick and tired of bills, oc is a daddys girl, oc may or may not have a tiny crush on the mafia boss, she is also a little reckless, sloooooooow burn, yearning and pining, a great amount of both from Jungkook's side until he eventually admits it and becomes a simp (he will be downnn horrendously bad), he fucks up at some point, angst angst and angst, but also angst with happy ending? eventual fluff after a longgg wait but it's tooth rotting so maybe it's worth it, eventual smut (maybe Idk man), protective Jungkook, he will die and kill for his people, possessive Jungkook, obsessive too, he is also kind of pathetic but his aura goes insane, oh and he also wears gloves 24/7

A/N woah maybe this sounds kind of cliché but writing this brings me great joy and I hope you feel just the same if you choose to read it. This is my first time posting a silly work of mine to a public platform and I'm not really hoping for something big but genuine readers and friends I plan to make along the way. Thank you if you're reading this. I hope my words can be worth your time.

Also If you wanna get ahead, I have already posted 9 parts of this on my wattpad.

Thank you again. I will be starting to post here soon.

He was here.

In her goddamn living room, sitting on her couch like he owned the place.

The realization hit her slowly, like the creeping cold of winter sneaking under the door. She hadn’t heard him come in. She hadn’t seen him approach. But there he was, every inch of him radiating danger.

He was here to fulfill the promise of something dangerous.

He was here for her.

She didn't need to look through her memories of last night to recognize him. The inky voids that were placed where eyes normally are were proof enough, and so was the horrifying calmness he carried with himself surrounding the small space of her apartment.

Her lips parted, her breath shortened and her unblinking eyes went all over him, his gloved hands that were skilled for taking lives-she was sure of it- resting flatly on his broad, muscled thigh clothed with the black of his pants, his shirt of a softer fabric soft yet unyielding, strained against the hard planes of his chest. The tailored suit jacket stretched over biceps that seemed too solid, too real, for this moment to be anything but a nightmare and there was the face she hadn't properly grasped in the chaos of last night, now all sharp lines, cool beauty, and unsettling stillness.

Maybe the devil wasn't a short red man with thorns and tail at all. Maybe he wore tailored suits and silver piercings.

"Breathe. And sit down."

[redrose10]

I’ve had this idea for a story in my head for a while and I just need somewhere to put it out there. This is a little teaser of one of the chapters. So far I have four chapters written with plans for several more. The first chapter should be posted in a couple days. I’ve never written a multi chapter fan fiction so I’m excited to do this. Hope someone out there likes it!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Warnings (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Teaser Below

On the last night you decided to treat yourself to a nice dinner out. Yoongi had been gone all day and you knew he wasn’t going to spend the evening with you anyways. The food was incredibly delicious and you had a really nice time with the waiter, Hoseok. He was like a big ray of sunshine and for that one dinner you were able to forget everything that had been happening. The two of you exchanged numbers so you could get together for lunch next time he visited his parents in Korea. As you were walking back to your room you came across two people all over each other in the hallway. The man’s hands were slowly going farther up the shirt of the brunette he was with. Soft moans could be heard between the two of them. Normally you’d be pretty off put that two people would be so open in public but you were happy that someone was getting intimacy. You were craving any sort of touch and these two just made you want it more.

That is until the woman accidentally dropped her purse and bent down to retrieve it revealing the man that she was with. Yoongi looked at you with his classic unreadable expression. The woman standing back up realized you were now present. She was understandably confused as to why you were waiting right there.

“Oh I’m sorry. Is this your room?”, she asked looking back at Yoongi for an explanation.

Deep down you had thought he’d tell the truth. Let her know that you were his wife. That she needed to leave. That this was your honeymoon. That he wouldn’t bring another women into your hotel room while you were there with them. Instead he just sighed,

“Yeah this is my sister Y/N. She’s sharing a room with me unfortunately.”

You felt your heart crack. The woman looked a little shocked pulling away, “Oh I’m so sorry. Maybe we should continue this elsewhere.”

You watched the smirk spread across Yoongi’s face, “Nah she won’t mind. Right Y/N?” In your head you screamed, “Yeah of course I mind. You’re my husband and you expect me to just sit there while you fuck some other woman.” But instead you gently shook your head and watched as Yoongi pulled the woman back into the room with him kissing her as he went.

You stood there and watched the door slam shut. The faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla the only thing remaining in the hall with you. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t sit in that room with them. So instead you made your way down to the lobby. At this time of night all the restaurants were closing up and you weren’t much for the bar scene so you grabbed a water bottle from a vending machine and walked out to the beach to wait it out. Once you felt you had a safe spot chosen you took a seat down in the sand. As you stared up at the sky you felt the exhaustion taking over your body. Slowly you laid back allowing the warm sand and the sound of the ocean waves to lull you off to sleep. The smell of the salty air a welcoming change to the cinnamon and vanilla that was slowly driving you crazy.

[i-am-baechu]

Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

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Chapter twenty-one: In & Out

→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader 

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior

→ Warnings for the chapter: Talks of depression and dark thoughts (If this is triggering please don’t read it) 

→ Authors Note: If you are struggling in life please call 1-800-273-8255 or visit https://psychcentral.com/health/online-help-for-depression#list that has other resources to help you. You are never alone even if this world makes it seem like. Where there is love there is no darkness 💜

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

“There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.” – John Green

One of the worst things that can happen to someone is having their thoughts travel with no destination. It’s so dangerous but you don’t realize it until you have already left the train station. No matter what the weather is, nothing can change the feeling in your heart. The sun can shine through the window but there is no light in the compartment. Just darkness. The only way to escape is to pay the master gratitude and maybe then the sun could shine.

Y/N sat on the bed listening to the water hit the window. Pitter-patter. It was another rainy day in Korea and she couldn’t be bothered with the rain drops. They just keep reappearing. Rain is nice for others, it brings peace but for Y/N it's different. Each droplet contained a fragment of her life which is why she couldn’t look at the glass. It would make her remember or worse think. In moments like this, she was glad she had Jungkook in her life but today she didn’t want the comfort. She wanted the loneliness and she wanted to feel the nothingness at least then, nothing could hurt her.

Jungkook sat in the living room with the movie at a low volume. It’s been two weeks since Y/N left the guest room. He would come in and try to talk to her but she would just look at him with a blank expression. It was something he wasn’t used to from her and in all honesty it scared him. He felt his phone buzz and he picked it up, “Hyung...”

“Is she still in the room?”

Jungkook glanced up the stairs and sighed, “Yoongi, I don’t know what to do...I’m scared.”

“It’s been almost a month and she hasn’t talked to any of us. Maybe you should try again but this time be a little more firm.” 

“Firm? Is that the right action, especially how she is now?” 

“Okay, not firm...I guess just tell her your concerns and talk about more therapy.”

Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed Bam’s head with a small smile, “I’ll try...I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Good luck.”

Jungkook sighed and stood up from the couch. He glanced at a photo of Y/N and him at the beach. It was cloudy that day but that didn’t stop them from going. She wore his sweater and they looked out towards the water. That day, he saw a small look of Y/N’s mind. She talked about how she wasn’t sure how she felt and everything was confusing. The one thing that would never change no matter what, Jungkook wouldn’t be with her. One day at a time, he told her. 

He tossed his phone on the couch and smiled at Bam, “Stay.”

The big dog nodded his head and laid on the couch watching his master go up the stairs. With each step, Jungkook glanced at the photos that were placed on the wall. Each photo told their story, the moments that made his heart flutter no matter what. Like the moment when Y/N surprised him for his birthday in the dance studio or when Jungkook surprised her with roses on her birthday. Moments that made him know that this was worth it. 

He gently knocked on the door and slowly opened it to see Y/N staring at the wall. Something he grew accustomed to seeing. He closed the door quietly and sat on the bed. He gently rubbed her leg which was covered with the black blanket, “Babe...can we talk?”

“Mmmm...” 

He glanced down at the carpet and started playing with his fingers, “I think you should go to therapy more...”

“What’s the point?” 

His eyes widened when he heard this and glanced at her. This was the first time she answered him with words, “What do you mean what’s the point?” 

She slowly got up and stared down at the blanket, “It won’t help me at this point...I think I’m too far gone.” 

“Babe, what do you mean?” 

She glanced up at him and then back at the blanket, “There was a night at the hospital....Jeongguk I almost died.”

His eyes drifted to the blanket but he shook his head. He scouted closer to Y/N and placed his hand on top of hers, “Baby-”

“Jeongguk, have you ever experienced a near-death experience?” 

“Well...once at this concert but that doesn’t matter right now.”

She sighed and glanced at the window, “I met him, death...in my subconscious. I was in this beautiful house as he spoke to me like I was an old friend...well, I am one to him. I could’ve grabbed his hand and let everything be over. There was a part of me that wished I did because I’m just...I’m so tired Jeongguk...so tired.” 

Jungkook gripped her hand tighter and rubbed her knuckles softly, “Y-Y/N...I know things-”

“Jeongguk, someone tried killing me because I love you. Before that I was already going through things...the thought of being a mother scared me and just me wanting...”

“Wanting what?”

She looked at his face and a tear fell down, “I wanted to die Jeongguk...Everything was too much and I just couldn’t handle it. I hate that I felt like that because I had so much support from my friends but I-I...I just couldn’t.” 

Jungkook bit his lip and held back his tears because right now wasn’t the right time to cry. She needed him to be strong, “Baby, I can get you help-”

“Jeongguk, I love you so much...I don’t think I can be here anymore.”

His eyes widened at this and he stared at her, “What do you mean?” 

“I want to go back to my mom...I need to leave Korea for a while.”

He nodded his head at this and glanced down at the carpet, “Do you want to...do you want to break up?” 

She glanced at him and shook her head, “No...I don’t want to break up. I think it would be best if I stayed with my mom for a while...like a month.” 

He nodded his head and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, “If you want that then I’ll support you. I’ll always be here for you.”

She leaned forward, having her head on his chest, “I love Jeon Jeongguk.”

“I love you L/N Y/N.” 

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Jungkook sat in the dance room with his head between his legs. The night before was weighing on him heavily. That night, he slept with Y/N in the guest room. She cried into his chest as he rubbed her back hiding his own tears. Hearing the person you love wants to end their life was something he wished on no one.

“I knew you were going to be in here.” 

He looked up to see Namjoon with a bottle of water and a soft smile, “Hey...”

Namjoon sat next to him and set the water next to him. He let out a small sigh and leaned back on the glass, “I heard you talked to Y/N last night.”

Jungkook nodded his head at this and looked at Namjoon with a blank expression, “Y/N is going back to her mom's for a month.”

“That sounds good for her...what happened with the conversation?” 

“She told me something...”

Namjoon nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “You can tell me anything Jungkook.”

“When she was in the hospital...she almost died. She told me that she saw death and they talked...she also said she wanted to die but she chose differently.” 

Namjoon's eyes widened at this and put his water next to him to give him his full attention, “What?” 

“Y/N said she wanted to die and I think she basically had a mental breakdown because of what happened.” 

“That makes sense, Jungkook...someone tried killing her. She is also dealing with it at work, it's a lot for one person.” 

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, “I know...I hate myself that I didn’t notice it.”

“Jungkook, you can’t put this pressure on yourself. I think you always knew she was having a hard time.” 

“I did but I-I just didn’t notice how bad it was...if I noticed it maybe I could’ve helped her sooner.”

Namjoon placed his hand on his shoulder and brought him in a hug, “It’s not your fault...it's the people out there that are doing this to you guys.” 

Jungkook finally let his emotions break through and he started crying in his chest, “I-I just want to be happy with her. I want to spend my life with her and experience everything with her. Why can’t the world let me be happy?” 

“Shh...it’s okay Jungkook. It’s okay.” 

“Wh-When I find the person that did this to her, it’s going to be war.” 

Namjoon nodded his head as he rubbed his back, “We’ll be by your side. No one messes with us.” 

That night when Jungkook came home, he saw Y/N in the kitchen drinking some tea. She looked so tired and it broke his heart to see her like this. He placed his things on the table and walked towards her. She glanced up and gave him a small smile, “Hey, you.” 

“Hey, baby. How are you doing?”

She glanced down at her mug and then back at him, “I made tea. My mom told me to make it, she said it would make me feel better.” 

“That's good, baby. When do you want to leave?” 

She walked towards him and leaned her body against his, “I was thinking Friday...”

“Friday? That’s in three days.”

“I thought the faster I go, the faster I come back.” 

He nodded his head and kissed the top of her head, “If that’s what you want...I’ll be here waiting for you. I’ll give you space.” 

“I don’t want that much space, Kook.” 

“We’ll get through this.”

“We will.” 

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—or recs of fics I’ve read and been reading.

[back to NAVIGATION]

♡ : works im following closely

☆ : my ultimate favorites (mostly finished)

① : oneshots

[OT7]

Safe and Sound ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Combined Beings ☆☆

mafia!ceo!bts x chubby!reader

You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

Little Love

human seokjin! x human!oc x hybrid!ot6

Seokjin and Ayana are an engaged couple who are completely in love with each other. Then one day they stumbled upon two hybrids in need. They decided to help them, not knowing there were four others waiting for their mates to come back.

Snow Angel ♡

alphas!bts x omega!reader

After Yoongi and Jimin find a distressed omega in the mall they take her home in an attempt to settle her. Quickly getting attached, the whole all-alpha pack starts to wish to keep the girl around, going completely soft for her.

Emerald Gem

hybrid!bts x reader

Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Stay Alive ♡

myth creatures!bts x reader

When you started working at a pharmaceutical company, you didn’t realize where it was your life was heading. After getting a patient mix up, you meet seven men who would didn’t seem to want any other nurse that wasn’t you. When you start to know them, you notice things that made you question if they were really human. No matter what excuse they would give though, you would always go home with a heavy heart. The day the truth is revealed to you, things take a turn for the worst.

(Un)natural Instincts

ot7 x ceo!reader

You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Masked Miracles ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.

A Cute Blind Soul

ot7 x blind!oc | soulmate au

Selia Jones is blind since birth. After her parents were taken away, she has to live a completely different life and to make it worse, the universe had given her soulmates.

About Love ♡

hybrid!bts x writer!reader

Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 ‘surprises’ he left you as well.  And come to think of it… was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Prologue | CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3

The Way Of a Criminal

gangster!bts x reader | mafia au

Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Tongue Tied ♡

wolf hybrid!bts x dog hybrid!reader

In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.

Lone Wolf

bts x reader | abo au

In a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Boyfriend For Hire ☆

bts x reader

Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.

The Old Guard

demon!bts x witch!reader | soulmates au

You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Let The Light In ♡

hybrid!bts x author!reader

In which you’re a famous children’s book writer, one evening after coming home from a diner with your parents you find seven unknown hybrids making themselves comfortable in your living room, what do you do now?

Protectors ①

mafia!bts x reader

Your boyfriends loved you very much. that being said, they promised to always be there to shield you in frightening situations - to be your protector, for the rest of your lifetime.

Little Dove ①

mafia!bts x reader

You were gentle, innocent, and pure. In simple words, the exact opposite of the cold-hearted and callous mafia members who fell for you in such a cliché manner.

Redamancy ♡

hybrid!bts x oc

When a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

The Little Things ①

idol!bts x reader

You've never been more glad to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

The Plot Twist ♡

idol!bts x reader | soulmates au

Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Hoodies ①

idol!bts x celeb!reader

When the boys are doing a v live, you know to keep away from the camera and stay quiet. and you never failed to do so before. so why is it that the time they all do a v live together, you accidentally leave your custom hoodie on the bed behind them?

Snowball Princess

bts x hybrid!reader

In which you've evolved from being a mere PR-stunt to becoming the most important thing in the lives of seven idols and millions of fans alike.

Like Crazy ♡

bts x reader

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

Mi Casa

bts x alpha!reader | omegaverse au

Sometimes you find your home, sometimes your home finds you.

The Fate of Hybrids ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

Fruits, Daisies, and a Sprinkle of Love ♡

bts x reader | soulmates au

A soul bond's archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part. But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands… Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it's a good thing if you don't have any.

Trouvaille

hybrid!bts x reader

In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.

Caramel

dom!bts x sub!reader

You weren’t good at taking care of yourself. You knew it, everyone knows it. Too nervous, anxious, getting overwhelmed way too quickly…It was easy hiding it from the public eye, but they could see right through you. And they were decided on being your steadying hands.

The Love That You Want

idol!bts x death eater!reader | harry potter au

Your worst kept secret? You come from a long line of pureblood elitists.

Outside of the Fox

bts x reader

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Doughnuts and Shell Casings ♡

mafia!bts x reader | soulmates au

You finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way. 

Nymphet Garden ♡

fans!bts x idol!reader

He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.

Do Not Tumble Dry ①

bts x reader | super fluff content

A spa day for the Bangtan pets.

Baby (you complete us) ♡

idol!bts x disabled MC | soulmates au

Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.  Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Dance of Time

vampire!bts x human reincarnated!reader

You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Death Valley

bts x reader

A summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize.

Guys that I'd kind of be into

idol!bts x broadway actress!reader

Being on broadway has always been your dream, and now that you’ve achieved just that as christine in “be more chill,” you’ve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work... it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.

A Deal's a Deal

idol!bts x demon!reader

Before BTS became BTS in an act of desperation Jungkook makes a deal with you, a demon. After Namjoon finds out you’re the reason behind a significant number of unfortunate events they’ve gone through over the years he decides to take back their future by binding you under their control until they can figure out how to save Jungkook’s soul. Regardless, you’re going to feed off of their insecurities, lust, and souls to return your powers to you so you can make them all pay.

Wait, Little Rabbit!

bts x bunny hybrid!reader

You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Until Death ①

demon!bts x human!reader

Until death do you part, you are theirs and they are yours.

Wolves are (NOT) Scary

werewolf!bts x reader

All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Pastel Snowflake Kisses ①

bts x reader

They had never made much of a fuss about christmas...until you came into the picture.

Yearning

hybrid!bts x reader

Out of Love ♡

bts x f!reader

Everything was perfect, or at least you thought it was. What happens when you break up with your 7 boyfriends and have to deal with the aftermath of it all?

To Love Min Yoongi

idol!ot7 x witch!reader | yoongi focus x reader

You were a villainess destined to be with seven stars. Your cliche Reincarnation AU.

Can't Wait to See You Again ♡

idol!fan!bts x youtuber!reader

The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs.

[KSJ]

The A-Listers

actor!jin x famous!reader

Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.

[MYG]

What yoongi wants, yoongi gets ①

idol!yoongi x reader

The one where the cat is actually yours, but yoongi somehow worms his way into the family.

[PJM]

Filtering Light ♡

human!jimin x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jungkook

The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

[JJK]

Hold On ①

jungkook x reader | established relationship

A night where jungkook just wants to give, give and give and he wants you to realize that you can take it all.

At Your Service ☆

escort!jeongguk x ceo!reader | strangers-to-lovers au

Filtering Light

human!jungkook x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jimin

The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

In Which | collection 1 | collection 2 ♡

idol!jungkook x reader | drabble collection

Domestic Daydreams ①

influencer!jk x f. reader

A window into the life of jeon jungkook

Fish-wife or No-wife ①

idol!jk x f.reader

Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.

['21 ARCHIVE] | ['22 ARCHIVE] | ['24 ARCHIVE]

[animeniacss]

Seoksoo - imperfect - Part 1 - Chapter 16 - What Comes Next For Us?

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 7.2k words

Chapter 16 - What Comes Next For Us?

Seokmin’s neck was sore when he woke up. He rubbed the tight spot, sitting up straight. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the room. When they did, they steadied on the figure in the hospital bed scrolling on his phone. Seokmin’s eyes widened.

         “Hyung!” He gasped seeing Joshua’s wide eyes shoot in his direction. “Are you okay?!” He looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s ten in the morning. Has a nurse or something come in?”

         “Yeah.” He smiled. “She brought breakfast.” He motioned to the half-empty plate at his bedside. “Hungry?” Seokmin smiled a bit, shaking his head. “Hospital food in Korea is much better than hospital food in America.” 

         “I’m glad you’re okay. Did the nurse say what caused you to faint?” Joshua avoided his gaze for a second, licking his lips and looking down at his phone. Seokmin held his breath a second as he waited for an answer, but saw the clear discomfort in his eyes. “How long are you supposed to be in for?”

         “Just a few days.” He said. He shifted in his seat, leaning forward on the bed. “Did you stay the entire night?”

“Of course, I did. I couldn’t leave you…” Seokmin took the chair he was sitting on and scooted it closer up to Joshua’s side. The back of his hand pressed against the bandage on Joshua’s forehead. “You have a really big welt there. You hit your head hard.” 

         “It doesn’t take from my beauty, does it?” he smirked. Seokmin’s cheeks turned red, but he chuckled.

         “No, I guess not.”

         “You guess?” Joshua’s eyes widened along with his grin. “Wow, wound me even more, why don’t you.” He lay back in bed, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. Seokmin snorted.

         “You have a lot of energy for someone stuck in a hospital bed.”

         “Can’t hear you. I’m dead.” Joshua whispered. When Seokmin turned his chair around to cover his laugh, Joshua looked over and sat up again.  “Seokmin?” His voice sounded a bit less playful. “I realized you never got to tell me what you wanted to, before this all happened.” Joshua shifted a bit in the bed. “What was it? I’m all ears.” He motioned to his face. “And nose. And eyes.” Seokmin chuckled shyly, scratching the back of his neck.       

         “Well.” Seokmin began. He couldn’t imagine confessing his feelings to Joshua in the middle of a hospital room less than 24 hours after his skull introduced itself to a marble floor. It felt…awkward. So, he only said: “I got the lead in the play. That’s all.”

         Joshua’s eyes sparkled; two dim lamps whose bulbs found a reason to flicker back on. “That’s all? Seokmin, that’s awesome!” He reached out and took his hands in his own, grinning. “I knew you would! I’m so happy for you!”

         Seokmin’s smile melted into a shy laugh. “Thank you. I’m excited.” He felt the way his heart twisted in his chest, silently yelling out in hopes it would be able to share its thoughts too. Seokmin only swallowed, nodding his head.

“Well I’ll make sure to take you out to celebrate once I’m discharged. Okay? I promise!” Seokmin’s cheeks turned pink and he nodded. After a second, Joshua’s smile faded and his hands loosened from Seokmin’s; palms putting gentle pressure onto his forehead. “Augh. Damn it.”

“Headache?” Seokmin asked, receiving a nod. He shot up. “Let me see if I can find a nurse. Don’t go anywhere.” Joshua looked over at him and smirked behind his hands, holding up the arm with the IV in it. Seokmin blushed, laughing nervously. “Right." Just as Seokmin was about to head out the door, he heard muffled footsteps running towards it. He stepped out of the way. His timing was perfect, as within seconds, the door flung open. Seokmin flinched, the door slamming against the wall.

         “Hong Jisoo!” Seokmin looked up to see Jeonghan standing at the door, Nayeon behind him. Even shouting, Seokmin noticed how… soft the male’s voice really was. However, he was still stunned into silence. “What the hell happened?”

         “Well, funny story.” Joshua began, watching as his friend came to the side of the bed. Seokmin looked over at Nayeon, who only offered a sweet smile. Again, it comforted Seokmin a bit.

         “I told you this would happen if you kept pushing yourself.”

         “It’s really not as serious as you think.”

         “The nurse said you have a concussion and said your vitals were all out of wack from not eating and your body was shutting down from exhaustion, how on earth is that not serious?” Seokmin felt the hair on his arms stick up as Jeonghan spilled his diagnosis. He pressed harder against the wall in hopes it would swallow him up and spit him out on the other side. “We didn’t hear from you all night. We were terrified. I got a call from the hospital; thank God you listed me as your emergency contact.” Jeonghan’s expression switched from annoyed to concerned. “Do you know how worried we were? How worried I was?”

         When Seokmin saw Joshua’s eyes cast down into his lap, he swallowed what felt like a rock in his throat. “I didn’t have your number. I’m sorry.” Jeonghan and Joshua looked over at Seokmin as he shifted on his feet. “And I didn’t have Joshua-hyung’s phone. I think I fell asleep as soon as I was allowed to come in….”

         Jeonghan sighed. “It’s not your fault.” He assured. “It’s this idiot’s fault for working himself into an early grave.”

         “Hey.” Joshua frowned.

Jeonghan didn’t even look over at him. “You know I’m right.”

Quiet for a second, Joshua pursed his lips together. “I’m sorry…” he finally said. “I didn’t mean to worry anyone.” Jeonghan sank onto Joshua’s bedside, running a hand through his hair. He turned and stared at Joshua; lips still tugged in an annoyed line.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” He said simply. “But I am exhausted from running up the steps. The things I do for you.” 

“But I’m honored.” Joshua cooed.

         Seokmin watched the duo from the door, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans to keep them hidden. He could feel them shaking, and he wondered how noticeable it was. Nayeon leaned closer to him, a playful grin on her face. “Maybe we should leave them alone.” She teased. “I feel like we’re interrupting the dramatic reunion in a drama.” He only offered a polite, almost nervous chuckle at her joke. When he looked back at Joshua and Jeonghan, Joshua was filling his friend in on what happened. 

“Seokmin went to get some ice when I fell in the bathroom.” Maybe it was just the Whack-a-mole game starting up in the back of his brain, but Seokmin immediately his chest tightened, looking down at his feet. The little hammer in his brain kept hitting the ‘GUILT’ button over and over, to the point where Seokmin felt like he was going to vomit. He turned his head, covering his mouth. 

“Hey, you okay?” Nayeon asked softly, a supportive hand on his shoulder. Seokmin looked over, nodding quickly.

“I’m just tired, I think…” he said softly. “That’s all, I’m okay.”

         Joshua’s voice piped up from the other end of the room, making Seokmin look back over. “Do me a favor, Hannie. Take him home so he can get some sleep.” Joshua requested.

         “What?” Seokmin’s eyes widened. “No. Why…?” He sounded almost hurt.

         “Seokmin, you need to go home and sleep.” Joshua said. “I’m just going to sit around here bored. You just said you were tired…” 

         “But-.”

         “Jeonghan, please.” Joshua turned to his friend once again.

        Nayeon’s hand left Seokmin’s shoulder. “I’ll stay until you get back.” Nayeon offered, running a hand through her hair to fix her ponytail. 

         Jeonghan glanced at his friend, not taking long to contemplate before sighing. “Alright. Do you need anything while I’m out, Joshuji?” Joshua smiled at the sound of his nickname, but shook his head. Jeonghan got up and patted Seokmin on his shoulder. “Come on.”

         “I…” Seokmin felt silent. “Hyung, I want to stay.” His voice was soft, hoping Joshua wouldn’t hear him. His only reply with a sympathetic look. “But-.”

         “He’s right… You’ve been here all night, and you can tell. You should go home and get some sleep.” Seokmin was silent for a moment, thinking if he said something he could stay. However, not wanting to risk causing a scene at Joshua’s bedside, he simply nodded before walking back to Joshua.

         “Uhm…” Seokmin pushed his fingers together. “Promise you’ll call if you need me, okay? The bus ride from my apartment isn’t long. I’ll even walk if I have too, so-.” Joshua chuckled.

         “I should be fine, but you’ll be the first person I call.” His expression then got a bit serious. “But not for a few hours. Go home and promise you’ll sleep.”

         “Look at yourself in the mirror and say that, Joshuji.” Jeonghan called from the door, hands in his pocket. He motioned to the door, smiling when Seokmin quietly followed behind. He turned his head just as Nayeon plopped herself on the chair at Joshua’s side, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV as the duo fell into their own conversation.

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         The car ride was quiet at first, Seokmin’s eyes glued to his lap. He had only seen Jeonghan a handful of times, so he wasn’t sure what to say when it was just the both of them. He looked up to Jeonghan as he pulled up to the red light, one hand on the steering wheel as the other brushed hair from his face.

         Jeonghan, much like Joshua, was devastatingly handsome. Beautiful, even. It made sense that he was a model, it looked as if he stepped off a runway even now, in a gray sweatshirt and pair of light denim jeans. Seokmin could only look at him for a few seconds with his captivating side profile. The stunning visuals, paired with a focused, neutral expression sent shivers down his spine. He felt as if he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. Jeonghan finally spoke, his voice gentle:

         “Don’t be upset about Joshua telling you to go home, okay?”

         “Wh- I’m not.” Seokmin said. He heard Jeonghan only hum in response, and the bubble his lie was in popped almost immediately.

         “Thank you for getting him to the hospital. I’m sorry I wasn’t home.”

         Seokmin shook his head. “I should have noticed it was really bad, the second I saw him open the door.” He ran a hand through his hair. “He could barely stand up and all I could think about was myself. I didn’t even go into the bathroom with him when I knew he could barely stand. I’m sorry…” Jeonghan smiled a bit, the car slowly rolling past the light as it turned green.

“Don’t be. Joshua wouldn’t want you to be sorry.”

“But …Nayeon-noona said he gets really hyper focused on studying. I didn’t realize how much though, I should have checked up on him more.”

         “I’ve known Joshua since we were kids.” He said. “I’m sure you knew.” Seokmin nodded. “We saw each other almost every summer our whole lives. I spent most of my afternoons on the phone with him while he would be up all-night studying, just to make sure if he passed out, I could call his mom or something. He never did.” He chuckled. “Maybe he doesn’t trust me enough...” His eyes fell back to Seokmin for a second. “At least, not in the way he trusts you.”

         “I don’t think that’s true.” Seokmin’s eyes widened. Jeonghan only shrugged. Eyes unsure where to look, they glanced out the window just as the car hooked a right. “You’ve known him much longer than I have.”

         “Yeah, that’s true.” Jeonghan agreed. “Time doesn’t mean anything, though. It’s the connection that’s more important. I only knew Nayeon a few weeks before we started dating, and I realized right away that I was totally crazy about her. I was with my ex-boyfriend for almost two years and I don’t think I ever felt nearly the same for him.” Seokmin nodded as he listened. “I think it’s the same for you guys. It doesn’t matter if you’ve only known each other a short while, it’s clear you two have a strong connection. I can’t assume how you feel for him, but I know Joshua really trusts you and likes being around you.”

         “Yeah?” Jeonghan nodded. 

         “He needs to figure a lot of things out about himself, and I think he’s scared for you to see him do it.” Jeonghan leaned against the steering wheel. “No one expects you to wait around while he does, though. You have your own things in your life, it wouldn’t be fair of me, or him, or anyone to expect you to take on more than you can handle.”

         Seokmin was silent for a moment, before looking to Jeonghan with nervous eyes to assure: “I want to.” He felt his cheeks turn a bit pink. “I don’t think I’ll be of much help but…” He offered a smile. “I like spending time with Joshua, so if I can be of any help to him, I want to be.”

         Jeonghan formed a little smile, nodding his head. “Then he has nothing to worry about. And neither do you.” He assured. “If you want to go visit him another day, let me know. He’ll kill me if he finds out I let you walk.”

         Seokmin chuckled. “Thanks, Hyung.” He said, finally slipping out of the car. Heading towards the apartment, Seokmin turned at the sound of Jeonghan’s car starting up. With one final wave, Seokmin let the apartment doors close behind him as he headed to the elevator. 

         The trip up the elevator was silent, Seokmin standing to the side as a mother tried wrangling her young daughter to her side. The sound of the little girl trotting around the elevator was just barely enough to drown out the thoughts pressing into his brain and crushing it. The shock of what happened, the guilt of not being able to properly help, the memories that being in that situation trudged up. Memories he thought that he had finally forgotten – or at least tucked far enough into the closet of his memories. However, the closet had become much too overstuffed in recent years, and Seokmin found it starting to overflow when the stinging sensation of tears pricked at his eyes.

When the girl bumped into Seokmin, he looked down. Her head tilted up, little black space buns and bangs hanging slightly askew. Seokmin quickly turned his gaze, wiping his eyes. How embarrassing. He thought to himself. That mother is going to think I’m a freak…who cries alone in an elevator?

         “Aerum, come here.” He heard the mother call, and he simply slipped his hands in his pockets and looked up at the elevator numbers, praying his would come soon. “Apologize to him, Aerum. You can’t run around like that.” Seokmin finally looked over, seeing the little girl poking out from behind her mother’s leg.

         “Sorry…” she said sheepishly. Seokmin only offered a small smile.

         “It’s okay. Are you hurt?” the girl shook her head. “Okay, good.” The brief distraction was enough to keep his tears from spilling, but only for a moment.

         “Are you alright?” the mother asked. While he knew she was most likely asking about his leg, he had to take an extra deep breath. The elevator buzzed, and he quickly nodded his head, feeling his eyes get fuzzy.

         “Yes, ma’am.” He said, before quickly heading off the elevator and straight down the hall. When he heard the elevator doors close, he looked to the first apartment that hit his sights. He was 3 floors above where he was supposed to be. He’d rather take the stairs the rest of the way than stand one more second in the presence of anyone else.

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         When Seokmin finally stepped into his apartment, he could barely close the door before he was attacked to the floor. The force of the hit stunned him for a second, eyes blinking a few times to remind him of where he was. “Wh-.”

         “Hyung, where were you?!” The high-pitched voice in his ear was immediately recognized as Seungkwan, who was clinging to him for dear life. Seokmin reached his hand up, patting him on the shoulder.

         “I can’t breathe…” he coughed out. Seungkwan pulled back, eyes welling with tears that probably mirrored Seokmin’s own expression.

         “You never came home. I tried calling you, but your phone went straight to voicemail.” Seokmin immediately remembered the cellphone in his back pocket that he’d yet to take out, most likely dead since he hadn’t felt it vibrating. 

My mother’s probably called every police station in the country….He thought to himself as he pulled the phone out. 

“What happened?!”

         “I….” Seokmin clicked his phone, confirming it was in fact dead when nothing but his stunned expression looked back at him on the screen. “I’m sorry…”

         “What happened?” Seungkwan asked again, voice gentler now as he loosened his grip on his friend. “I was so worried.” Seokmin rose from the floor and kicked his shoes off, heading into the bedroom to charge his phone. “Hyung.” Seungkwan called, following after him.

         “Sorry, I…hold on.” Seokmin knelt at his bedside, shakily plugging in his phone. He saw the little charging symbol pop up. He sighed, waiting for the phone screen to brighten up and give him a rough estimate of how pissed his mother was going to be when he called back. He needed time to prepare. Seungkwan sat on the bed, recapturing Seokmin’s attention. He saw the worried look in his friend’s eyes and felt his throat close up again. His legs gave out and he lost his balance, falling onto his hip before resetting himself into a sitting position. “I had to take Joshua-hyung to the hospital last night. That’s where I was….”

         “What?!” Seungkwan gasped, immediately hopping down on the floor by his side. “Is he okay?!”

         Seokmin nodded. “He has a concussion, I think. He didn’t look good when I went to see him.” Seokmin felt his eyes water. “He told me everything was okay with him but I should’ve known he wasn’t telling me the truth. Right before I said anything to him, he got-.” Seokmin motioned to his nose, but that wasn’t enough to get the point across. “He got a nosebleed and all the light went from his eyes. He passed out in the bathroom and I thought he was dead for a few seconds and-.” The longer Seokmin rambled, the more tears welled up in his eyes. The more tears that welled in his eyes, shaky hands rubbing his eyes in hopes to brush them away. The more he wiped his eyes, the redder they got and the harder the tear drops fell into his lap. “I couldn’t do anything to help him…”

         “Oh, Hyung…” Seungkwan pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back. “No, no that’s not true…” Seokmin clung to him as he cried. “You took him to the hospital. That’s exactly what you should’ve done.”

         “But if I noticed earlier, I could’ve at least driven him or taken a bus. Or I could have caught him when he fell if I stayed with him instead of going to get stupid frozen corn…” Seokmin sniffled. “And he wouldn’t have hit his head.” Seokmin pulled back to gasp for air, giving Seungkwan a chance to lean to the end table and grab a few tissues, passing them over to his friend. “And I worried everyone because I didn’t even think to make phone calls the entire time.” He wiped his eyes. “And he must be mad at me for it. He didn’t even want me there. As soon as Jeonghan and his girlfriend came, he made them take me home…”

         “I’m sure that’s not true either…” Seungkwan said gently. “Calm down, Hyung. It’s okay…”

         Seungkwan’s gentle reassurance was suddenly drowned out by the overwhelming sound of Seokmin’s phone vibration; messages finally flooding in once his phone turned on. Seokmin looked up, wiping his eyes as the sound flooded his ears. It took a solid 2 minutes for all of the message notifications to register on the phone. When Seokmin went to reach for it, Seungkwan took his wrist. “Don’t worry about that.”

         “But my Mom...”

         “Mingyu-hyung can handle that. I’ll have him call her back and say you’re at the apartment.” Seokmin didn’t look convinced, but Seungkwan simply grabbed his phone and sent a text. “There.” He turned the phone to Seokmin’s view, saying Seokmin was home and to let his mother know that his phone died. He stood up, offering a hand to his red-eyed friend. “Come on. You should get some sleep. You must have been up all night…”

         Seokmin took his hand to stand up. “I guess so…” he said softly. Without putting up much of a fight, mainly because he had cried all of the fight he had into Seungkwan’s shirt, Seokmin crawled into bed, sticking his head under the pillow. He heard Seungkwan chuckle. 

“You look like an ostrich in the sand.” He teased. “Need anything? Water?” Seokmin shook his head, the pillow moving in tandem with the motion. “Okay. I’ll be in the living room.”

         Seokmin lay still for a few seconds, making sure Seungkwan really left the room and closed the door behind him. When the room fell quiet, Seokmin stuck his head out from under the pillow and blanket, reaching for his phone and opening up his mother’s messages.

         [Mama Bear] (10hr ago): Hi honey call me later.

         [Mama Bear] (8hr ago): Hello?

         [Mama Bear] (7hr ago): Seokmin.

         [Mama Bear] (7 missed calls)

         [Kyungie <3] (6hr ago): Oppa, Mom’s going fucking nuts where are you? I called Mingyu-oppa too. He’s on the phone with Mom right now.

         [Kyungie <3] (6 missed calls)

         [Auntie] (4 missed calls)

         [Auntie] (5hrs ago): Where are you? Your mother’s worried. If you can’t tell her, tell me so one of us at least knows you’re safe.

         Seokmin scrolled down the waterfall of messages on his phone in the family group chat. When he reached the bottom, the most recent message came into view.

         [Mama Bear] (now): Mingyu called and said your phone died and you are home. Call me when it charges….

         Seokmin sat up in bed. He could hear his mom’s voice in each message, and it made his heart form a violent drum beat in his chest. However, even though his eyes were heavy and his brain already mentally taxed, he dialed his mother’s phone number and pressed the phone to his ear.

         Within seconds of answering the phone, Seokmin’s mother began shouting at him for how much she worried the entire night, how she was tempted to call the police, and how he needs to listen about charging his phone if he plans to be out because “Your no-good father did this all the time! You can’t make me worry like this!” The entire time Seokmin sat in silence, staring at himself in the mirror in the corner of his room. For a brief moment, another, much kinder voice took over his thoughts.

         You have your own things in your life, it wouldn’t be fair of me, or him, or anyone to expect you to take on more than you can handle.

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         Seokmin spent most of the weekend curled up in bed, hoping that when he woke up on Monday, things would be normal again. However, as the morning turned to evening, he realized it would be far from normal. His mind was plagued with thoughts of Joshua in the hospital, unable to think about anything other than his well-being. He sent texts between classes, but Joshua expressed how exhausted he had been, and that he was falling in and out of sleep the entire weekend.

         [Seokmin] (now): I’ll come by after my cast meeting ends, okay?

         [Shua] (now): I’ll be here. I don’t think they’re letting me go yet.

         Seokmin smiled at the photo Joshua took of himself still in the hospital bed, a look of overexaggerated boredom on his face. Handsome even with a white bandage smack in the middle of his forehead, it seemed.

         His admiration of Joshua’s selfie was interrupted when a heavy arm was slung over his shoulder. Looking over, Junhui was staring down at Seokmin’s phone, grinning when Seokmin held it away. “What? Hiding the good stuff from me?”

         “You’re gross.” Seokmin pouted, and Junhui snickered. The duo sat on the edge of the auditorium, waiting for Jihoon and Soonyoung to arrive for their first cast meeting. Soonyoung had sent it into the newly formed group chat. “What are you doing Wednesday?”

         “Minghao and I have dinner reservations.” He said. When Seokmin grinned, Junhui immediately frowned. “Not like that.”

         “Like what?” he asked curiously.

         “Like a date. You’re making a date face.”

         “Am not.” Seokmin said, playfully batting his eyelashes. Junhui only rolled his eyes. “I was asking if you wanted to practice going over our monologues after school, that’s all.”

         “You’re done?” Seokmin shrugged. He passed his phone over to his friend. 

“I have enough for our rough draft submission, so I guess I’m done for now.” Junhui silently skimmed the Google Doc, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. Seokmin read it as judgment, and he immediately piped up again: “Well, I mean it’s only a rough draft, so if there’s anything not good in there, I’m going to fix it so-.” Junhui looked at him, and Seokmin’s shoulders sank. “It’s bad, isn’t it? So bad. Like ‘I need to move out of the country, change my name, and live as a monk in the mountains of Tibet’ bad, right?”

         “Jesus, Seokmin, we get it, you can act.” Junhui teased, and Seokmin’s cheeks turned red. “No, it’s fine. I just feel like everyone’s going to write about a play, or a musical, or something.”

         “You’re not.” Junhui didn’t respond beyond a proud grin on his face, handing the phone back to Seokmin. “Should I change it?”

         “I think what you should do is write about something that is unique to you. Something nobody else in class is able to experience. That’s the point of a monologue, right? To express the feelings of the reader in a way only they understand.”

         “I guess.” Seokmin looked back down at his phone. “I’ll play around with it…”

         Before their conversation could continue, the doors to the auditorium busted open, and Soonyoung was grinning at everyone. He and Jihoon both had large, square boxes in their hands, Soonyoung’s smile so big his eyes were basically disappearing behind his puffed cheeks.

         “We brought pizza.” He said proudly. Seokmin heard the rest of the cast devolve into eager chatter as they all gathered together.

         “We’re glad everyone could make it on such short notice.” Jihoon said.

         “I had to cancel my chiropractic appointment to be here.” Seokjin called from the back, a bit of annoyance in his voice. Seokmin turned his head to acknowledge Seokjin’s comment while the rest of the room rolled their eyes. However, he was only met with an even more annoyed look, and Seokmin decided it was best not to look at Kim Seokjin if he didn’t have to.

         “Well, we thank you and your unaligned spine for being able to reschedule.” Jihoon passed out papers to each cast member as he spoke. “This is a schedule for rehearsals, cast meetings, dress rehearsals, and all of the shows. We’re hoping this doesn’t get changed, but if anything, we’ll tell you.” Seokmin skimmed his schedule.

         “Today is a team building day.” Soonyoung grinned. “So, relax, mingle. Have fun! Just please, don’t start any relationships with anyone, though. One time, we found out that the people we casted as ‘Evan’ and ‘Connor’ from Dear Evan Hansen were dating, then broke up the day before dress rehearsals.” His strained grin screamed PTSD from the incident that Seokmin had only heard about, as it occurred before he enrolled. “So, please don’t date anyone.”

         “Well, there goes our epic romance, Seokmin.” Junhui teased in a whisper, grinning when Seokmin laughed at his side.

         The cast settled around the pizza boxes, taking the paper plates and slices. Everyone began mingling; cast members with stage crew, the fashion department with the art club. The entire time, Seokmin sat by Junhui and Minghao’s side, he listened to some of their conversations and jumped in where he could. He didn’t have much to say at the moment, his mind filled with other things that weigh heavy on his mind. The entire hour they spent in the auditorium, Seokmin could only think of one thing:

         Joshua must be really lonely in the hospital right now. What can I get him to eat?

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         The bus seats were colder than they had been the past few days. However, Seokmin hopped onto the first one that pulled up to the school’s entrance. Nestling into a seat, he looked out the window and watched as his breath cracked along the glass, spreading a foggy mist before his eyes. He settled the plastic bag filled with snacks and food from the school café onto his lap. It was still hot; Seokmin was able to buy it right before the café closed.

         Other than the person behind him shouting on the phone with his girlfriend, the ride was quiet. Several times, Seokmin thought about turning around and asking him to quiet down, but decided against it when he realized he’d have no way to escape the situation if it got hostile. Even moreso, the silence would lead to a Whack-a-mole game of thoughts starting up in his head, and he wasn’t in the mood to lose another round. So, he simply bit his lip and waited for the hospital to appear into view, darting off the bus at the closest stop and finishing the journey on foot. 

         The overlapping chatter in the waiting room made Seokmin’s chest tighten almost immediately, eyes darting between doctors and nurses rushing in every direction. He needed a second to remind himself of what he was here to do, needed to blink a few times to recenter himself. He looked down the hallway that led to an elevator. Joshua’s room was on the fifth floor, so, holding the bag of now slightly warmed food, he made his way down the hallway.

         When he got to the fifth floor, turning the corner and saying hello to the nursing station, he headed to the last room in the hallway. As he got closer, he heard talking coming from Joshua’s room. His feet slowed just outside the door. It was cracked open a bit, Seokmin peering in enough to see Joshua, with Jeonghan perched at the foot of his hospital bed.

         “Why can’t you just bring it? I’m stuck here.” Joshua asked. Exhaustion was burned into his features as he spoke. 

         “Joshua, you’re in the hospital because you almost worked yourself to death. Why would I bring your school work to you? That’s just adding more fuel to the fire!”

         “Because when I eventually get out of here, I’ll be behind!” He said. “And then I’ll only have more stuff to do. I’ll never be able to catch up. Is that what you want?”

         “And then you’ll end up back in the hospital. Is that what you want?” Jeonghan’s voice raised just a bit, and it made Seokmin duck behind the door, pressing his back against the wall as he listened. He gripped the bag of food in his hands. Was this a bad time? Should he leave? “Joshua, you can’t. I’m not bringing your work here.”

         “Jeonghan.” Joshua was almost begging. “Please, I have so much left to do.”

         “I already reached out to the school and told them what happened. Your professors all said-.”

         “You what?!” Joshua’s hands tangled in his hair, falling back on the bed with a groan. “Jeonghan, why?”

         “Joshua, you’re in the hospital!” He hissed. Seokmin heard the older of the two let out a groan in annoyance as he kept repeating himself. “You can be angry with me all you want. I’m not going to bring you any textbooks. You can do work when you’re better, and discharged.” He turned towards the door, Seokmin pressing himself farther out of view. “I need to go. I’ll be back tomorrow.” 

When footsteps were heard, Seokmin wondered if he could run fast enough to be out of the hospital before Jeonghan saw him. He wouldn’t, but it didn’t matter. Jeonghan stepped outside, and the duo immediately locked eyed. The olders expression immediately softened, seemingly relieved at Seokmin’s presence. Seokmin watched him turn the corner and disappear from sight, before turning back into the room. Joshua still had his hands tangled in his bangs, gripping them in annoyance.

         Seokmin hesitated, but stepped in. A few steps in, and the sound of the door closing behind him alerted Joshua to him. He looked up, almost ready to argue again with his narrowed eyes and annoyed pout. However, when he saw Seokmin, his expression immediately changed to one of shock. “Hey…” he sounded shocked.    

         “Hey.” Seokmin smiled shyly. “’How are you feeling?”

         Joshua shrugged. “Just a headache.” His eyes immediately fell to the bag in Seokmin’s hand. “What’s that?”

         “Oh!” He hurried to Joshua's bedside, sitting down beside him and opening the bag. Joshua leaned forward eagerly, and Seokmin immediately noticed the gap close between him. He shot his eyes down to the food once again, pulling it out. “I got you something to eat from the campus cafeteria since you haven’t been at school. Chicken and noodles were all they had left though.” Joshua’s eyes widened as if he was just given the winning lottery ticket.

         “Oh, thank you!” He beamed. Seokmin smiled. “I’m starving.” Seokmin watched him open it up, chopsticks in hand as he began to eat. “Mmm. I needed this, thank you.”

         “Of course.” Seokmin sat for a minute, watching as Joshua ate eagerly, almost as if he hadn’t in months. “Shua-Hyung…”

         “Hm?” Joshua’s eyes perked up from the meal, but he continued eating. Seokmin debated asking about the argument he had stepped in on, but he was unsure if it would put Joshua in a bad mood again. “What’s wrong?” Joshua’s voice hinted at some concern, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

         “Well.” Seokmin shifted. “I heard you and Jeonghan-hyung arguing. Is everything okay?” Joshua’s lips dipped into a frown, and Seokmin’s heart stopped beating for a second. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!” He said quickly. “I’m sorry, I overheard when I came to the door.”

         Joshua set the food on his lap and gave a defeated sigh. “I probably have to be in here another day or two. They said my levels were still not where they need to be and they want to make sure they regulate again before I get discharged.” Joshua leaned back against the bed. “I was hoping to go home and catch up on my work.”

         “Oh…” Seokmin bit the inside of his lip. “How much do you have to do?”

         “A lot. And Jeonghan doesn’t get that.” He said. “I have discussion work to finish, and I have three papers due. I was supposed to be observed by my advisor doing one of the discussions today, but that’s obviously not happening.” He sighed. “I would have had it done last night, but I’ve been here.” Gesturing with frustration at his current surroundings. The more things he listed, the more his pupils began to lose focus. He looked more and more panicked with each thing he realized he had to get done. “Plus, I have to get ready for finals. I got a lot of studying done already, but there’s still at least three weeks of content left we haven’t learned, so I wanted to get a head start with-.”

         Seokmin’s first thought was to lean forward and put his hand in Joshua’s hair. The touch caught Joshua off guard, eyes wide as he looked up at the arm now outstretched between them. It took a second for Seokmin to realize what had happened, and his hand immediately pulled back. “Sorry!” He exclaimed, cheeks a cherry red. “I just…that usually calms me down when I’m anxious – not saying you’re anxious, but-.” Joshua’s eyes steadied, face softening as he reached out for Seokmin’s hand again. Seokmin immediately reached it back out, allowing Joshua to guide it back into his hair.

         “No, it’s okay.” He said softly. Seokmin scooted closer to find a more comfortable position in his arm. Joshua scooted over a bit, allowing the duo to sit side by side, Seokmin’s hand gliding through his hair. Exhaling through his nose, Joshua finally continued eating, his entire body loosening up. “I can see why you like it when I do this. It’s nice.”

         “My Auntie used to do it for me and my sister a lot. Mainly my sister, because she’d style her hair. But I asked her to do it for me too, so she always does it when she comes to visit.” Joshua nodded, sticking some more food in his mouth. Seokmin watched him for a minute, studying his side profile as his cheeks puffed up with a new bite of food.

He needs to figure things out for himself, and I think he’s scared for you to see him do it.

Jeonghan’s words bubbled in Seokmin’s throat, but simply came out as a rushed, “Let me help you.”

Joshua chuckled, turning to look at him. “Seokmin, I didn’t break my hands, I can feed myself.”

“What? No.” Seokmin’s cheek tinted red just as they were about to fade back to their normal color. “Let me help you with organizing your school stuff.” Joshua’s smile dropped, chopsticks stopping midair. “I have schoolwork too, and finals. We can figure out what you should do first. Maybe if we do that, you won’t think you need to get all of it done at once.”

“Do you think I haven’t tried to make a schedule?” Joshua asked. Seokmin went silent. “It doesn’t work. I have stuff to do, I need to get it all done, and there’s nothing that takes priority over the other. My priority is getting it all done right.”

“But if you keep pushing yourself, you’ll end up right back here.” Seokmin said softly. “And what if nobody’s home the next time? Jeonghan-hyung and Nayeon-noona were going out on a date, and we didn’t plan to see each other this time.” Seokmin swallowed the burning in his throat. “If you fainted all alone, who knows what would’ve happened.” Joshua sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll be much help figuring out what’s got to get done first, because I don’t know your classes well enough. But we can study together. And when it feels like you need a break…” he blushed a bit. “We can take a break together. And then study together again, and break again…until finals are over. And we’ll do it again for midterms next term….”

Joshua paused for a minute, seeming to really take the offer into consideration. Seokmin’s hand continued running through his brown locks, waiting patiently for him to provide an answer. Finally, Joshua allowed his head to fall and rest on Seokmin’s shoulder. Despite his tone sounding as if he was inconvenienced by the initial suggestion, he nodded his head where it fell and with a sigh of relief, replied, “That sounds amazing.” 

Seokmin smiled, nodding his head, feeling the theoretical storm around the older clear just a bit. “Okay. Then, we can get started when you get discharged.” Joshua groaned, this time out of genuine annoyance, and Seokmin only laughed a bit. “It’s better this way. Okay?”

Joshua tilted his head to look up at Seokmin, pouting. “Yea, I know…” He mumbled.

         Seokmin felt his heart skip a beat. If he were a more confident person, he’d have kissed Joshua right there. But a simple smile down at him was enough, before Joshua turned back to his meal and continued eating in silence.

⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔(im)perfect🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌

         Seokmin spent the rest of the evening keeping Joshua company. The older had fallen asleep as the duo watched TV in silence. Even if he tried to deny his exhaustion, his body was taking advantage of this time in the hospital to fully recharge itself, a feeling Joshua so rarely seemed to experience. Seokmin sat in the chair by his bed, scrolling away on his phone. Occasionally, his eyes fell to the older, studying his sleeping frame. He wanted Joshua to be comfortable for as long as he could, so he would stay by his side as long as he had too, even if it meant sitting in silence with a crick in his neck. 

         With time to kill, Seokmin had pulled up the Google Document with his monologue half-typed. He skimmed through it one more time and frowned. It felt even more painful to read now than it did on campus. He could only imagine how bad it would be to read aloud in front of everyone. He would certainly end up being a laughing stock in his class. He sighed, typing a few random words before ultimately deleting them, hoping somehow his brain would conjure up something worth fleshing out. Five minutes of retyping ‘I hate Kim Seokjin’ over and over again didn’t help at all, and only made him panic that somehow, the guy could see his messages. He closed his phone and stuck it in his pocket.        

         From the corner of his eye, Joshua shifted in his sleep, tossing the blanket off of himself. Seokmin chuckled. This was the first time he had seen Joshua asleep; finding it to be just as beautiful as when he was awake. Joshua’s face tightened in his sleep, seemingly put off by the sudden cold chill that surrounded him. Seokmin leaned forward, fixing the blanket around both of them. “There.” He smiled proudly to himself. Even in a white hospital room, there was a domestic feeling bubbling in his chest as he watched Joshua’s face soften, head nestling his shoulder as he continued to sleep. Seokmin brushed a few pieces of hair from his face, before resting back against the back of the bed. Visiting hours were almost over, he’d be asked to leave soon. The closeness of a safe and resting Joshua calmed Seokmins' worried heart, and the quiet company made it easy for him to try and focus on his monologue. 

         Think about something that’s unique to you. Something nobody else in class could be experiencing right now.

         Junhui’s words dug deep into Seokmin’s ears as he glanced at the sleeping figure beside him. Nobody else could be experiencing the perfection that was Joshua Hong, not in the way that he was able to. But writing about his connection with someone else, putting it on paper makes it real. If something is real, it can be taken away in the blink of an eye. 

Joshua hummed, muttering incoherent English under his breath. Seokmin couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but a fondness bloomed in his belly. Seokmin wanted Joshua all to himself; wanted every one of his future memories to have Joshua entangled in it somehow. 

But Seokmin wasn’t the type of person to be selfish…Right?

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[jisunghannie]

Always the Artist, Never the Muse

PAIRING: Hyunjin x male!reader

WARNING: Lots of Angst, boyxboy (bxb), school!au, rejection, reader has a girlfriend, reader uses jagi/jagiya on their girlfriend, told more from Hyunjin's point of view, reader's point of view is majority of the time with their girlfriend

SUMMARY: Hyunjin has a crush on you but you never seem to look his way. He always paints you and sketches you. But he's scared to approach you because he believes that you'll make fun of him for liking you so he likes you from a distance. Even though he knows that you have a girlfriend.

WORD COUNT: 2,843

A/N:

.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

I might write a female version! Let me know if you'd like that too! This is based off of a poem I read on tiktok. It just screamed Hyunjin when I read it so I wrote about it!

You always saw a boy in your class stare at you. Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin. He was the boy that won that art competition in your class last year. You won't lie, his art was amazing but what was weird was him constantly staring at you. That was weird. Something about him was just-

"Hey lover!" Your girlfriend called out as you turned and smiled. "Hey jagi." You said, kissing her on the cheek.

You turned and looked back to Hyunjin, the boy was gone. You wondered where the peculiar boy went. You sighed but enjoyed your time with your girlfriend.

.°•○>><<○•°.

Hyunjin was hiding behind the wall by the classroom door trying not to let his heart break and at the same time jump out of his chest.

He was hurt that you kissed your girlfriend but then again, it was your girlfriend. There's nothing he could do to stop it. He sighed, hoping that he could be in your girlfriend's shoes.

At the same time, he was smiling knowing that you looked at him and noticed him.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

A few weeks passed since the incident and Hyunjin still wasn't over it. He still couldn't believe it. As he was spacing out while walking he bumped into you.

"Ah, I'm so sorry." He said as he bowed an apology. "Don't worry about it." You said smiling as Hyunjin realized who it was. He realized a little too late after he lifted his head. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched his neck nervously.

"Hey, you're Hwang Hyunjin right? The guy that won the art contest right?" You asked as Hyunjin nodded bashfully. "Awh, that's amazing. Your art is amazing as well. Maybe you can paint me one day." You said, half joking and half serious. However, Hyunjin liked you so much that he already could draw you from just memory.

"My girlfriend is planning to run for the one art competition coming up for scholarship." Hyunjin was hurt to hear you mention your girlfriend, but his petty side spoke up and said, "What art contest? I think I might've signed up too." You chuckled, "I think it was called KNUA? Korea National University of Arts." He said as Hyunjin let out his fakest giggle.

"I'm going there too! What a coincidence." He lied as you stood there he was flattered, and you guys traded numbers.

Later that same day, he went to go sign his name, read the details, and go get his materials.

.°•○>><<○•°.

After the conversation with Hyunjin you went back to your girlfriend. You smiled at her as you saw her painting. You silently crept behind her as you hugged her from the back.

"Hey jagi, I got what you needed." You said as she smiled and hugged you. "Thank you so much!" She said, you chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Anything for you lover." You told her.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

There was approximately a week and a half left until the showcase. You were supporting your girlfriend as she was almost finished. You smiled as she looked happy with her piece.

"What do you think so far jagi?" She asked as you looked at the painting. It was with two people hugging, laying down. While in what seems to be an unfinished painted casket. "Why a casket?" You asked as she smiled. "I'm taking the marriage vow, 'till death do us part' literally." She said as you nodded your head. "You're so smart." You told her as you admired it. "I don't get art but that was really smart." She giggled at that.

"I need more paint, can you go get me some from the store?" She asked as you nodded, kissing her head and leaving to the art store.

You practically had the directions memorized by how much your girlfriend went there.

As you walked in, you saw Hyunjin in the store and walked over to him. "Hey Hyunnie," You said, "I didn't know you shopped here too." As you finished your sentence he jumped. "Oh, it's just you..." He said, taking a sigh. "Of course, who else would it be Hyunnie." You told him as he turned around and turned his slightly downwards. "Did you just call me 'Hyunnie'?" He asked as you nodded.

"Woah, you have so many feminine features." You told him, moving his hair out of his face to look at his face. "Your eyelashes are so long, your hair is silky smooth, not to mention your lips are amazing, they are plump and full." You admired as he pulled back. "Thank you..." He thanked softly as you smiled.

"Only a week and a half left. How's your painting?" You asked as he stood frozen in place. "I-It's done, just gotta add a few more details." He said, his voice stuttering in the beginning. "Are you okay Hyunnie what's up with the stutters. "It's nothing. I'm gonna go pay. I'll see you whenever y/nnie..." He said as he got in line.

.°•○>><<○•°.

After he paid for his stuff, he walked home blushing like crazy, thinking about the situation. You gave him a nickname. That alone made Hyunjin blush. What made him blush even more was that you had touched his hair and his face. That drove him wild.

He didn’t know what to do. He felt awkward and didn’t know how to reply. He hid his face all the way home. He saw your car as you rolled down your window.

"Hey, it's kind of hot, you want a ride home? I have the ac cranked up." You offered as he nodded and sat in the back seat. "Hey, I'm not your uber, I'm your friend, come sit next me in the passenger seat." He nodded and sat in the passenger seat.

While Hyunjin sat and buckled his seatbelt you put your phone on the phone stand on your car. "What's your address?" You asked, he told you his address as you smiled and put on his gps. "Feel free to play music." You said as Hyunjin nodded.

He put on his favorite song, i hate to admit by Bangchan.

You smiled as you sang along to the song. Hyunjin was surprised as you sang. "You know this song?" He asked as you nodded. "This song helped me through my hardest times. When my mother passed. I felt really alone because I never met my father and losing the only other parental figure in my life hurt." You told him. He felt bad and tried reaching for your hand but he restrained himself and took his hand back.

"I'm sorry to hear that y/nnie..." He said as you chuckled, "Don't be, I know my mother would've loved to be with me right now. She still is but spiritually." He said, grabbing the photo in his visor mirror. "She would've loved Jiah." He said as Hyunjin felt his heart break. "How did you meet Jiah?" He asked as you smiled. "She had sprained her ankle during a class field trip. I had merely helped her and took her to the closest medical tent. She was grateful and offered me coffee. What became a mutual hang out became another, and another, then a date, then another date, then another, and soon we ended up dating. I asked her out, and she agreed."

Hyunjin nodded at the story, not knowing that the truth would hurt this badly.

"She was the highlight of my life." You said as Hyunjin bit his lower lip trying to ignore the watery eyes. "So why do you listen to this song Hyunnie?" You asked as he looked at you. "Similar to you. It helps me out and calms me down. It makes me understand that," He stopped his words as he sighed, "It makes me understand that I'm never going to have the one I want. I will only be on the side but never in frame." He said looking forward.

You sighed. "I know how that feels but hey, you're a catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you Hyunjin."

As you said that, he caught himself smiling slightly. The way his name rolled off your tongue just made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

You pulled up to a house. "This your house?" You asked as he looked outside. "Yeah, this is it." He said unbuckling his seatbelt and grabbing his things. "Thank you y/nnie..." He silently thanked as you smiled. "Anytime Hyunnie."

As you went inside, he saw you drive off as he walked slowly, then he fell to the floor. Sobbing. He knew that he would never have a chance with you, but hearing how much you love your girlfriend just made his heart hurt in a way unimaginable. As he cried, his painting sat on the easel. Waiting to be showcased and finished.

.°•○>><<○•°.

You arrived back at your place, where your girlfriend was peacefully painting. Finishing the last few touches.

"Looks great jagiya." You said as she turned. "Y/n!" She exclaimed, hugging you close and tight. "I missed you." She said calmly this time as you smiled. "I missed you too." You said as she looked up at you. "What took you so long?" She asked, pulling you to the couch to sit. "I saw Hyunjin and dropped him off at home." You told her as she beamed and smiled. "I always thought Hyunjin was amazing! I always admired his art. I think I would've left you for him if he gave me a chance." She teased as you made a noise of surprise. "I'm just kidding jagi! I'm kidding! You know I love you too much for that!" She said. You hugged her close just then, "Good!" You said jokingly as she giggled. "Let me gooo! I need to finish!" She sang out as you tickled her. "Not a chance." You said while she laughed.

After calming down, she finished her painting. "All done! Now I need to write a title and the explanation on paper to have it exhibited and sign my name on it once it's dry." She said as you looked confused. "Why do you have to do all that?" You asked as she giggled. "So it's, professional jagi." She told you as she went to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat? Dinner is on me tonight." She said as you covered your mouth. "No offense jagi... but you're better off painting..." You teased. "Why you little... fine! Then you can starve!" She said. "I'm kidding! Jagi! Jiah!" You said chasing after her.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

It was the night before the exhibition. Your girlfriend loaded everything in your car as she smiled. "You ready for tomorrow?" You asked as she nodded. "So ready!" She replied as you took her inside to sleep.

.°•○>><<○•°.

Hyunjin had just finished writing the explanation. He smiled sadly at his piece. If any other person saw him, they'd think Hyunjin was unhappy or sad about his piece. Truth be told, it was because of the piece that he was sad. Hyunjin loaded everything in his car and slept, ready for the exhibition tomorrow.

Hyunjin got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, did his skincare, ate, applied a lip balm, packed his bag and left. Ready for the exhibition.

When he got there he saw other students from his school with fabulous pieces. They didn't cover theirs like Hyunjin did but he knew that his painting was special to him.

He had seen you and Jiah together. You kissed Jiah and wished her good luck. That. Had hurt. He saw Jiah's painting. It was beautiful but again, nothing could compare to how special his painting was.

After all the contestants, Jiah was second to last and Hyunjin was last.

"Now welcome up on the stage, Miss Kim Jiah!" They called out as she walked up, placing her painting on the easel. "Hello everyone! I'm Kim Jiah. My painting is titled 'Till Death Do Us Part'. The reason I chose this is because, ironically, enough. My boyfriend and I plan to get married after high school. I know it's super sickening, but listen to me. The reason why I chose this is because I don't know what I would do without him. I really do value my loved ones. My role model in my life was always my father because he swore to my mother this vow when they got married. My mother cheated on him, and yet he forgave her and ended up being with her even when she was pregnant with another child that wasn't his. He loved her. He really did. Then the accident came. My mother was barely clinging to life, and my father told the doctors to take anything they needed from him to save her. Unfortunately, my half-sister passed, and that same day, I lost both my parents. I remember my mother telling my father she was pregnant with another child who wasn't his, and all he did was hold her hand and told her, 'I'll never stop loving you. I forgive you. Remember our vows. Till death do us part.' Thank you for listening.' She said as the audience erupted in applause.

The announcer then stepped onto the stage, "Thank you so much for that Miss Kim with your painting and your story of the origin of that painting. Now, welcome onto the stage, our previous winner of last year, Hwang Hyunjin!" As Hyunjin stepped onto the stage, the audience clapped and cheered. Hyunjin placed his covered painting on the easel. "Hello, as some of you may know. My name is Hwang Hyunjin." He said looking for you in the audience. Once he locked eyes with you, he knew that this was going to be a scary yet relieving explanation. "My painting is called, 'Always the Artist, Never the Muse.'" He said as he unveiled the painting, it was the most beautiful painting of a man. A man similar looking to you. "The reason why I painted this man is because this is the man that I love." He admitted as the audience murmured. "I know what you guys are thinking, but just listen. I've loved this man for so long. Since my grade school years. I watched him grow and become amazing. However, I know that he would never see me like that. I say that because he has someone who he holds dear to him already. I'm honestly jealous. I wish I could be that close to his heart as she is. Whenever I see them, my heart breaks knowing that I could've been the one in his arms. I know that sounds selfish. But I couldn't ask for someone more or even close to perfect as him. He is just the most amazing person you'll know. He and I just got closer recently and all I feel is my heart jumping out at my chest whenever I talk to him. But whenever he looks at me with those eyes, it's because he's not looking at me, he's looking behind me. Those eyes are just for me to see that it's a sight that will never belong to me. so I decided to capture that loving look he gives to his girlfriend, because I am always the artist, never the muse. Thank you for taking the time to listen to me." He said as he looked at you. Who just stood there shocked. As the audience roared in applause and cheers as some cried. Hyunjin bowed, took his painting, and went off the stage taking a sigh of relief as the other contestants congratulated him for coming out to the world.

After all the art pieces were exhibited. Hyunjin sat by his piece, as he felt another person sit next to him. He looked, and it was you.

"Hey." You said. "Hey." Hyunjin replied as you started, "Look-" Hyunjin cut you off, "I know don't worry y/n. I know you don't love me or see me that way." He said as you sighed. "It's not just that. But, Jiah isn't comfortable with me being friends with you when we are both aware that you have feelings for me. I'm sorry Hyunjin." You said dryly as you stood up. "I'm glad I could be here to support you at least." You said, walking away.

Before Hyunjin could cry they called all the contestants on stage.

"Votes are in and now the student winning the scholarship is..." Everything went in one ear out the other, Hyunjin could've cared less, because he lost someone important to him that's what Hyunjin considered a tragedy to all. "Hwang Hyunjin! Our infamous winner from the year before as well!" The announcer said, as Hyunjin was given an envelope of acceptance to KNUA. Hyunjin didn't care. He had lost the person most important to him. It was more important than this stupid acceptance paper. To him, you were the world.

He fell to the floor in tears because he knew that him being with you would never happen. Only in his dreams, because he is always the artist, never the muse.

[twistedlovelines]

I think the chef aus are really cute so don’t worry!! I could definitely see Riddle not having passion for cooking at the start and instead striving for perfection and following the process too rigidly that seeing reader experiment and happy cooking has him confused and frustrated.

Even could be a nepotism plot line like everyone is super aware that his mother is a famous chef that they’re expecting the same from him instead him becoming his own chef

Maybe in the later season (I haven’t seen the show but I’m basing it off cooking shows in general) he’s come out of his shell a bit and starts appreciating reader (crush) when his mother comes to guest judge and hes distraught torn between pleasing the woman that taught him everything and being true to himself

I realized this is getting long and rambly sorry ;p

waugh!! do not worry about rambling in my inbox, ever!! i love reading your guys' thoughts and rambles <33

and yesss it's definitely something his mother pushed him into, due to her being a michelin star chef in this au!! i think he's been in nearly every french fine dining restaurant worth its salt since a young age (his mother didn't see a reason for him to diversify his palate because she wanted him to excel in french cuisine without any distractions), which would also make it interesting for him to be paired with a chef who specializes in chinese cooking (specifically szechuan cooking) due to the high levels of spice and robust flavor!!

and yeah i could definitely see how him being related to a famous chef could make the other competitors see him as an extension of his mother, lol- in culinary class wars, there aren't any renowned chefs brought in for guest judging (there are two famous and extremely skilled chefs serving as the main judges, but guest judges so far have been only random people + mukbang influencers), but if we're considering the set-up of culinary class wars, i do think itd be interesting for him to be introduced as one of the younger white spoons!

(For culinary class wars, there are 100 competitors, divided into black spoons [80 competitors] and white spoons [20 competitors]. The white spoons are highly acclaimed and well-known, with multiple having michelin stars to their name, while the black spoons, who are skilled at their craft, aren't as well-known or acclaimed as their white spoon counterparts.)

I think the dynamic you're mentioning would work really well for one of the mixed-spoon team competitions, especially if reader is a black spoon! Riddle, as head of his own restaurant, isn't used to having to cooperate with others, but has already had his cooking critiqued for "having less flavor" (if we're considering the competition takes place in the twst equivalent of south korea, where the potency of spices and flavor of the peoples' palates are different compared to france). it throws him off the edge, especially after winning competitions in his home country and coming with the belief that he has one of the best philosophies when it comes to cooking. but reader, who specializes in chinese cooking, suggesting a twist on his style of cooking, would be a way for him to begin becoming more open-minded, particularly if he and another white spoon on the team are having disagreements about how to approach the dish.

it becomes even more apparent that his mindset is lacking when later on (after they win the team match), he is eliminated and reader is chosen to continue in the competition. i don't think he'd undergo a full arc in the competition (just bc of time), but i agree he begins to learn to think for himself and opening his mind to other possibilities due to his loss and reader's influence during the competition!!

aughh i just really do love a chef au for riddle so much sbjdfjsfd

[loveisnotovertae]

Love is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:1964 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 14

Mae looked at the man sleeping in the bed beside her. The man who, even with a busy schedule, came over in the middle of the night to take care of her. The man who she accidentally married. The man whose arms she fell asleep in last night. The man who, despite her best efforts, had found his way into her heart.

The night she left Tyler, Mae decided to give up on love. It had hurt her once already and she never wanted to feel like that again.

But the moment Kim Taehyung walked into her life everything changed. He unknowingly had control over her mind, body and soul. No matter how high she built her walls, he found a way around them. No matter how many times she tried lying to herself, she’d fallen for him.

The past couple of weeks may have been stressful and scary, but just the sound of his voice made her forget about it all. She didn’t realize it until just a few minutes ago when Kimberleigh came to wake them up for lunch. Her sleep was peaceful and relaxing, just like it was when they slept in the same bed while in Jeju. Even after a night of drinking she felt the best she had in a long time.

The thought of falling in love again scared her. Was she in love with Taehyung? No, well, at least not yet anyways.

She could hear his and Jimin’s mothers in her head. Telling her once again that their marriage happened for a reason. Maybe it was a sign for her to finally break free, or her Aunt and Uncle’s spirits, pushing her to have some fun in life and take some risks.

“If this was your two’s doing, the least you could do is send me a sign,” she said to herself.

She laid there silently for a moment and waited. Just as she was about to give up, Taehyung put his arm around her waist and pulled her face first to his chest.

“Are you done staring at me yet?” he asked.

“How long have you been awake?” She tilted her head the best she could to look at him.

“Long enough for you to ask for a sign.” Taehyung opened one eye and looked at her. “Who were you talking to?”

“Noone,” she answered, face turning red from embarrassment.

“I don’t mean to sound like an asshole. But could you possibly get out of bed, get dressed and leave the room?” Taehyung removed his arm from her waist, allowing her to scoot away.

Mae scrunched her brows and looked at him, “It’s my fucking room. You leave first.”

Taehyung cleared his throat. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” Mae said, sitting up against the headboard.

“I…how do I put this without it sounding bad?” Taehyung sighed and rubbed his face. “I am a man…and sometimes when men first wake up…”

“Oh!” Mae watched his hand gestures while he tried to figure out what to say. “Taeconda has risen.”

“What?” Taehyung, shocked by what she’d just said, looked at her in amusement.

“I’ll go use the restroom and change in the closet while the two of you sort yourselves out.” She patted him on the shoulder, before getting out of bed.

“Aren’t you going to cover yourself up like you did last night?” he asked, watching her walk to the bathroom.

“Nope. It’s not the first time you’ve seen me in a bra and it won't be the last.”

The moment Mae closed the door she placed her hands on the counter and took a deep breath.

“The two of you better not be sending me mixed signals.” She looked up at the ceiling and whispered. “Because this is going to be fun yet extremely challenging for me.”

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Mae was the first one downstairs, exiting the closet through the door that led to her room. She grabbed her things and laughed when she heard Taehyung in the bathroom. She couldn’t understand any of the muffled words, but judging by his tone and how fast he was talking there was definitely cursing involved.

She yelled to him from the doorway that she was leaving before shutting her door.

Once she’d finally gotten to the kitchen she was met with three pairs of curious eyes.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Veronica said from her seat at the table. “Did you sleep well?” she asked, arching a curious brow at her.

“The sleep was good.” Mae replied, joining them at the table.

“Will Prince Charming be joining us or did you leave him tied up?”

“He’s not tied up, Ant.” Mae answered, putting some food on her plate.

“Such a shame.” Veronica sighed.

“I couldn’t find any rope so I used the handcuffs instead.” Mae said quickly before taking a bite of food.

The sound of her three friends choking on their coffees almost made her do the same on the food as she tried not to laugh.

“Oh, she’s a feisty one this afternoon.” D placed her face in her hands and smiled at Mae.

“She is, isn't she?” Kimberleigh added doing the same. “Maybe the two of them should sleep shirtless together more often, if she’s going to wake up in this good of a mood.”

“You were shirtless!” Veronica yelled, making the other three women jump at her outburst.

“Yes, we were.” Three of the women looked up to see a freshly showered, wet-haired Taehyung walking toward them. “You should’ve seen her. The moment you left the room she went crazy. She took off her shirt. I told her she couldn’t do that, it wasn’t decent. Then while I was trying to cover her up she pinned me down and ripped mine off.”

Mae laughed when she saw the look of shock on Veronica’s face. “Don’t fucking lie to her like that. You’ll give the poor woman a heart attack.” She turned her head to look at Taehyung when he sat down beside her. “Is that…is that my cardigan?”

“Yes, it is. I didn’t realize until after I got out of the shower that I didn’t grab one last night. You weren’t in the room so I just went into your closet and grabbed one. I hope you don’t mind. You did after all tear my other one to shreds.” he answered, sending her a playful smile and wink.

“You went in her closet? Alone?” D asked with wide eyes.

“You are a brave, brave man.” Kimberleigh mumbles into her coffee cup.

“Why? It’s just a closet.” Taehyung looked at the women in confusion.

“It is just a closet. But you open the wrong drawer and your image of innocent Mae will come crumbling down quickly.”

“One,” Mae looked at Kimberleigh and held up a finger. “I don’t keep those in my closet. They would be too far away in there. Two,” she held up a second finger and turned back to Taehyung. “How do I say this without it sounding bad..” she smiled using the same line he’d used earlier. “I am a woman, Tae. A woman who has needs, and sometimes I have to take care of those by myself.”

The four women watched Taehyung’s reaction while he registered what Mae was saying. They were amused as the confused look slowly faded and a mischievous grin took over.

He turned to look at Mae, “Tell me, do you use these secret objects after you’ve dreamt of me?”

“The ones up in my room? No, I haven’t used them in years and I need to throw them away. The ones back in Korea however…”

Mae trailed off, turned back to her plate and ate her food to hide her smile. She wasn’t sure what she found more entertaining, the look of shock and disbelief on her friends' faces, or the mixture of amusement and shock that Taehyung had on his.

“So, um Tae,” D cleared her throat, “Are you excited for the concert tomorrow?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Yes, very excited and a little nervous too. It’s the first in-person concert we’ve been able to have in almost three years.” he answered before taking a bite of food. “Are you ladies coming?”

“We are.” D said, taking her plate to the sink. “There’s no way in hell we’d pass up a chance to watch y’all perform live.”

“You mean I’m going to be home by myself?” Mae pouted.

“You’re cute when you’re being all pouty.” Kimberleigh patted Mae on the head when she walked past her. “Did you really think we’d let you stay home and miss your husband’s concert?”

“You got me a ticket?”

“Of course we did, Giant. Well actually Namjoon got you one.”

Mae looked over to Taehyung, “Did you know about this?”

“No, no I did not.”

“The night you arrived we were talking about the concert, while we got the food ready. Kimberleigh was telling them about how we’d gotten tickets and one of the suites for both shows. We didn’t want to leave you home by yourself, but we also didn’t want to miss the show.”

“As much as I would enjoy having Mae there, do you really think it’s a good idea?” Taehyung sat back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“You don’t want me at your concert?” Mae looked him up and down. “That’s fucked up, even if we weren’t married.” she said, picking up her dirty dishes and taking them to the sink.

“That’s not what I meant, Mae.”

“He’s just worried about your safety,” Veronica rolled her eyes. “We all are. But you don’t have to worry, Prince Charming. The suite is private, not just anyone can enter. Namjoon’s already talked with security and there will be a couple of guards with us. If she wants to, she can stay inside and watch the concert or she can join us on the balcony in the private seating area.”

Taehyung smiled, “Sounds like you guys have it all planned out. If Mae’s comfortable, I for one, would love to have her there and I know the other guys would too. If not, then she can stay here or in my hotel room. I’ll make sure she has security at either place; that way you guys don’t have to miss the show.”

Mae looked at the four other people who stood in the kitchen with her. The thought of being at the concert gave her mixed feelings. On one hand, she was nervous because she didn’t know how anyone would react if they noticed her. But then on the other hand, she’d be in a private area where she wouldn’t be seen by a lot of people and she’d always wanted to see the guys perform live.

“I’ll go,” she stated, nodding her head. “If there’s any problem, I’ll have the girls and security with me. So, you and the guys don’t need to worry,” she said, looking at Taehyung.

Taehyung smiled, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to see you guys perform live.”

“Good,” Taehyung looked at his phone. “I have to go, my car is here. The next couple of days are going to be crazy.”

Mae could see the worried look in Taehyung’s eyes. “I’ll be fine, Tae. I won’t leave the house except for the concert. Evidently they,” she nodded to her three best friends, “have the head of your security on speed dial if anything happens.”

“She jokes about it but it's true.” Kimberleigh held up her phone for the two of them to see.

Taehyung and Mae both snorted out a laugh when they saw the contact.

“Bat Signal?”

“What else would we use to urgently get a message to a handsome man in a suit?”

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 29

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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Seoul, Korea. 2016

Things with Areum don't seem to be going anywhere. I keep trying to talk to her, but for some reason it just never goes further than any other greeting.

She always offers me a gentle bow, making her hair move all the way to the front with the way her body bends over slightly, before she goes back to focus on her laptop and gets ready for all the notes she'll be taking.

Maybe I shouldn't have confessed to her, it just made things weird between us -and it also seems like it made some space grow between us. Or maybe I should've been more original than just telling her I liked her. Maybe if I had been more creative, she'd be feeling the same way I did? Or, at least, she'd have thought about giving me a chance.

I let out a soft sigh, before I sense someone taking the empty spot next to me. At first, I'm not bothered to look at the person, it's not like I'm curious enough. But a pair of fingers gently pulling the sleeve of my jacket get my attention.

I get completely blocked when I see those familiar black eyes staring right into me. I'm not able to move until I realize she's been talking to me for a few seconds already -well, probably the time it took my eyes to go from hers to her lips.

—I didn't do the mandatory task for today —she starts speaking—. If I don't do it, I'll fail the subject and be forced to take it again next year.

—And what do you want me to do?

—I'm sure you did it.

And, in fact, she's right. There's no way I'd leave a subject pending for no reason, when it's as easy and simple as doing it.

—You want to copy my work?

—I'll just take a look at your research, and I promise you I'll change the wording. It's the same questions for everybody, so I'm sure he expects some answers to be similar.

—Similar, but not the exact same.

After that answer, she rolls her eyes and huffs, and she attempts to leave. But before Areum is able to stand up, I hold her wrist. She looks at me annoyed, something that only encourages me more to give in.

—I'll let you copy them.

—Thank you —a smile instantly brightens her face—. I owe you one.

And maybe it was the way she said that while looking at me like that, or it could be that I'm too into her to think straight, but those words have given me an idea.

—You do —I assure her—. And I'll let you copy them in exchange for something.

Her eyebrows frown momentarily, before her eyes turn to me completely curious about what I have to say.

—If I give you my work, you'll date me —she scoffs, looking away—. I'm risking my ass on failing the subject by helping you, and I'll be saving yours if it turns out well. I'm just asking you to give me a chance, for one month.

✸ ✸ ✸

Something that started that day, and that'd only last a month, turned into half a year of relationship. With every date we had, Areum was able to see parts of me she'd have refused to see in any other circumstance. Slowly, with patience, she learned to treasure every single bit of me and everything I was willing to give her.

I'd always pick her up from her place to walk her to college, and then walk her back home from it; we'd always sit together in class, and have lunch with our friends in common; on the weekend we'd spend it either with her parents or mine, and later we'd go out for a walk -until one of those days we decided to take it a bit further when her parents weren't home. She was the first girl I ever really loved, and I was also the first guy she fell in love with.

But soon I started seeing she didn't fall for me, but the meaning of what being in a relationship with me meant. She loved the attention, being taken care of, and having someone thinking of a future with her. But that place was never mine to take, and I forced her into thinking I was the right one. Her smiles weren't genuine. And, while she appreciated every single one of my gestures, I could see that infatuation vanishing away from her eyes a little more every day we met.

Until today.

She seems shaken. Areum keeps clenching her jaw and avoiding making any type of eye contact with me, tightening the grip of her fists when I ask her for the third time what's wrong. At first I think she argued with her parents, or maybe she didn't enjoy the summer holiday in Busan like she was expecting to. Fool me actually thought for one second she was mad because I wasn't able to text her one of the days she was there.

—We need to break up —she whispers.

I look at her, confused. I try to make her step inside and talk to me about this properly, maybe let her be more calm, but she sneaks away from my grip fast, giving me one deathly look that paralyzes me completely.

—Did I do something wrong?

I've asked that question a few times, actually. It's probably the only thing I'm completely aware of before she speaks again.

—You seriously don't know what you did? —she scoffs again— You ruined my life, Jungkook.

When she drops those words, the first thing I could think about is a pregnancy. We've always used protection whenever we were together, but some accidents could happen. Honestly, we wouldn't be the first ones to be going through something similar, and it's not like I'd leave her to go through it alone either. It could totally be possible because we were last together a month and a half ago.

But then, I notice I'm wrong again.

—You and that fucking deal.

Why would she bring up a deal that we decided to move on from five months ago?

And while I side of me wanted to know, I wish I had never encouraged her to speak more after she says:

—I could've been with Tae if we hadn't dated back then —she pushes me, making me stumble—. If you had given me your task without putting that fucking deal in between, I could've dated the person I actually liked.

And that's the last thing I needed to confirm I was never the one she ever intended to date, or care about. Her heart was never meant for me, but I forced her into leaving any other choices aside because I was too selfish to think straight. She never developed feelings for me, but she fell for the idea of the great relationship I forced her into. When I got her in the deal, I never even considered she could've been after someone else.

—We're done, Jeon.

But instead of seeing through her and her words, to share the blame, to find a reasonable way to deal with it, my first reaction is to grab a jacket and head over to Taehyung's place. I know him, I know he's a quite popular guy in our college, and I know he's the brother of one of Areum's friends. But why the hell was he in Busan? And what the hell did he tell her that got her reacting that way as soon as she came back?

Good thing about him being popular is that you always know where to find him. People, especially girls, talk about him so much that I was able to overhear a few times how those girls wanted to see him play soccer with his friends. And just thinking about the coincidence of him casually playing in one of the small fields just today, the same day that Areum decided to break up with me, only clouds my mind even more.

As soon as his friends leave and he's alone, everything happens way too fast. As if something had taken full control of my body and actions. All I end up being conscious of is the way he answers back to every one of my punches, and even grabs me at some point, making us both fall, ending up with my elbow laying over his wrist in a way that makes him scream in pain.

It actually takes me a few days to realize what I've done and reach out to him, showing up to his place and falling to my knees as soon as he shows up. Overhearing a conversation his sister had with Areum, I'm aware of Taehyung's injury being so severe that it could keep him from playing piano forever. And only because I got jealous, because my girlfriend broke up with me.

I never think Tae would forgive me, nor that he would even stand my presence. I was expecting a kick right against my chin, but instead, while rubbing my hands desperately at the height of my face, I felt a weight on my shoulder.

—Come in.

After doing what I'm told, I follow him inside, aware of the way his right hand is bandaged, and how he barely moves it -because at the minimum move, pain is installed on his features.

It's while talking that he tells me he knows about Areum, and he also knows why I went there and reacted the way I did. He confesses he did tell her he liked her at some point, because he thought she was so into me that she wouldn't even care at that point, and that he stopped liking her after he kept seeing her with me and learned we were dating. He keeps insisting on how he never told her to make her feelings shift.

And even if it was the case, it wasn't an excuse to do to him what I did. So when I bring up the topic, he jokes:

—You did me a favor —he chuckles—. I was done with playing that thing. I have bigger dreams than sitting on that stool for the rest of my life, playing the same song over and over again.

—I will still make up for what I did.

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Seoul, Korea. 2017

Not following what he said on leaving him alone, I kept going to his place every day after college. Sometimes I'd help him to get things done -like helping him with his homework or such-, or go to pick him up to go with him to the rehabilitation center, or sometimes I'd just stop by in case he needed a friend. He was one of the most popular, but it was surprising how neither of those people were around when he needed them the most.

Friendship just grew between us naturally. Almost making us inseparable.

But there was something that kept bothering me in the back of my head, something about that place that just made it unbearable to stay there. And it was while talking with Soo that I thought I found a solution to all my problems.

—You're going to New York? —Tae almost choked on his drink.

—We are going to New York —I correct him.

After his parents kicked him out, when he refused to keep doing those rehabilitations, I tried to be by his side as much as possible. We even rented a small studio, where barely both of us fitted, not that long ago.

And as much as I love being around him, the truth is that we aren't comfortable enough to think about staying longer than just a few months. And I doubt I'll ever be able to keep living in Seoul the way I used to. There's just something wrong about it.

—Why New York?

—My sister is there —I shrug—. It'll be easier for us to get used to a place where we know someone, she'll also help us find a new place to live in.

—Are you for real though? Or are you tricking me like the time you said we'd go to Jeju last month?

—I'm being for real —I nod—. If everything goes the way it should, we'll probably leave in January.

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New York, United States. Currently.

And after that, we lived more things after we moved here. He went to my graduation on the School of Arts, occupying a precious spot next to my parents and my sister, he also was the first person that knew about me and Leslie -and he was also the one that had the hardest time when I told him I was going to move out somewhere else with her after two years in the relationship. He's seen me at my worst, but also has been happy for every good thing that happened to me. That's why I didn't hesitate to give him the money he needed to open the pub, he's dreamt to open since he injured his hand.

—Y/n is not Areum —I hear him say—. Yeah, it also started with a deal, so what? Did anyone put a gun to her head to accept it? Fuck, Areum just wanted to have a boyfriend at that point, because most of her friends had one. If she hadn't ever known about my feelings, she'd probably have dated you for longer, or even married you at some point. Blaming you because my feelings changed was fucked up. She was fucked up —she finishes.

Taehyung scoffs, and I know he isn't entirely done.

—Doing that to my Kook —he clicks his tongue—. Who the fuck in her sane mind? —he tries to control himself—. But you yourself said that Y/n is different, that she seems genuine. You said not long ago that she didn't want to meet other guys. You think Areum would have declined that if you had said that same thing years ago? That girl actually likes you, and you're being a dumbass for allowing others to hit on her.

He might be right, or he might be wrong. Honestly, there's no turning back. I already told her, and as much as I hate the idea, I still think it's the right thing for me to do. If she chooses me at the end of the day, it'll mean it was always me. And if she chooses someone else, then I'll be happy to let her go and see her happy, because it was never me, the person she was supposed to end up with. 

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A History of Pain Part 2

Bang Chan X Female reader

Word count: 3.3K

Synopsis: You've come back to Korea to stay and start living with your adopted brother Minho and his friends, one of which, Chan, you can't help but be drawn to despite your brother's warnings to both of you. When people from your childhood and the things that happened to you keep coming up, you're forced to face things form your past and present. Will you be okay or will the time bomb that is your history finally blow up in your face?

Warning's for this series: This story will have elements of death and flashbacks to abuse (mental, physical, and sexual) throughout. It will not be explicit or overly detailed, but it will be a vital part of the plot. If that is a topic that can be triggering or make you uncomfortable, I would suggest skipping this series! There will also be strong language/cursing, adult content, and sexual themes throughout but not in every part so I will be adding warnings for each part accordingly. If I ever miss something that should be in the warnings, PLEASE let me know and I will add it! This is an Idol AU so while they are in a group together it is not Stray Kids, hence no Jeongin and Seungmin and even though a company is mentioned it is not JYP. Just for clarification these are characters and not meant to portray the actual people in anyway.

Pt. 2 Warnings: Suggestive but nothing explicit, mentions of night terrors, panic attacks, and traumatic childhood. I think that is all for this part.

The day after the dinner with your parents and brother, Minho woke you up early to drag you along with him to the company. You had hoped while you were eating breakfast you might see Chan, but he never came out of his room. You did however meet the rest the four other men that lived in the dorm and you saw Jisung. Oh well, you had thought to yourself, probably for the best after the towel incident the night before and the promise you had made to your brother. Still, you couldn’t get Chan completely out of your head, it was the first time anyone made you feel that way, how could you? 

When you got to the company Minho took you to the nice lady in charge of hiring and HR, introducing you to her as his baby sister. She beamed smiling at you as she shook your hand. 

“So, I was hoping maybe you might be able to find a position here for her? Something that will keep her out of trouble.” Minho emphasized the last word looking down at you. The older lady smiled shaking her head. 

“I’m certain I can find something for her. Come young lady, let's get your paperwork filled out.” You started to follow her into her office, Minho grabbed your wrist and stopped you. 

“You okay here? I’m supposed to be in the studio this morning.” You nodded. 

“I’m fine Min go to work. I’ll text you later and let you know where I landed in this place.” He let go of you and shook his head before heading to the studio and you into the office behind you. By mid-afternoon the rest of the guys had shown up to work and Minho hadn’t heard from you since that morning. It was time for the guys all to get fitted for their outfits for the upcoming performance. As they were all walking into the fitting room Minho was texting you trying to figure out where you were. His eyes glanced up from the phone a second when entering the room and there you were. He went to complete his text and did a double, then quickly walked over to you. 

“What are you doing here?” You rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“Working...?” Minho pulled you aside a second and that was when Chan realized you were there. Suddenly it was hard to swallow and he could feel his heartbeat in his ears. Minho asked you the same question. 

“What are you doing here?” You gave him the same response. 

“Wooorking Min, remember you got me a job here.” He shook his head, of course he remembered. 

“Yes yes I’m aware, what I mean is what exactly is the job she found for you.” You looked over Minho’s shoulder and could see the lady you were assisting looking around for you. You patted your brother on the chest. 

“Assistant for the hair, make-up, and wardrobe department, I can’t get into this with you right now my boss is looking for me.” You stepped past your brother and walked straight over to the wardrobe lady you were assisting that day. She threw some clothes in your arms and then started to dictate which changing room for which guy. 

“Changbin you take six, Felix in five, Hyunjin room four, Jisung three, Chan you’re in two, Lee Know?” She spun around and found him walking back towards the group. 

“Ah there you are room number one please.” The boys all went to their respective rooms and the same lady started dealing with who would be handling who’s outfits. 

“Cassie and Sunny, you go with the others to one, Angie and Paula your team with three, and you y/n, you’ll be with me in two, go ahead and take those clothes in there and wait for me.” You hoped no one could tell you were blushing. Room two was Chan’s room. You tapped at the door with your foot and Chan opened it. When he realized it was you his ears started turning red. 

“Oh uh... hey. What are you doing here?” You held out the clothes in your arms. 

“Working. Min helped me get hired on, I’m assisting wardrobe today.” Chan nodded in understanding and then realized you had a mountain of clothes in your arms. 

“Oh, let me help-” You shook your head no. 

“No, it’s fine I just need to get passed to set them down.” Chan moved out of your way and you set the clothes on a chair then started hanging them on a rack in the room. It wasn’t long after that the lady you were assisting, Margret, entered the room as she tapped on the door. 

“Channie! So nice to see you! Let’s get you into this first outfit and mark adjustments for the tailor.” She grabbed the first of three outfits you had just hung up and handed it to Chan. When Chan went to change into the clothes Margret had handed him the idea of you seeing him in his underwear made him hesitate stripping. 

“Something wrong? You’re not usually bashful Mr. Bang.” He shook his head and gathered his thoughts that had run all over the place. 

“Oh it’s fine sorry I was thinking of something.” He peeled his shirt off and you got another, better, look at his firm, toned chest and chiseled abs. You hoped no one else could hear your heartbeat as loud as you could. Chan slid his pants down and kicked them aside, quickly putting his hands in front of himself as he stood there in tight black boxer briefs. It did nothing to help the wild thoughts flying through your brain. Chan put on the first shirt and buttoned it then slid the trousers on while you tried to look anywhere but him. Margret handed you a pin cushion and started pinning the places on Chan’s shirt that needed altering. Once she was done with his shirt she moved on to his slacks. It was all going rather smoothly until... 

“Shit out of pins, be a dear and go to the supply closet by the... you know what, just hold this seam for me and I’ll go get them, it’s tricky to find.” Your face started to burn and Chan’s eyes went wide at the realization of where your hand was about to be, what it was about to be painfully close to. 

“Oh uhhh, okayy.” You pinched the inseam right by his groin she was referring to and held it in place as she hurried out of the room for more pins. When Chan looked down and saw you kneeling in front of him like that, your face crotch level, he had to internally scream at his dick to not get hard, like that would work. When that failed he just hoped the pants had enough slack still that it wasn’t obvious. If they didn’t you were courteous enough not to mention it. 

Meanwhile Minho was being fitted in his own dressing room by the team of stylists Margret assigned to him. He realized after a moment that you were not one of the people helping with his outfits. He turned to one of the stylists, Sunny. 

“Where’s the new girl?” 

“You mean y/n? She’s helping Margret in two.” Minho shook his head. At least you were with Marg- wait two was Chan’s room. Minho pushed his fingers into his eyes. The two of you seemed to be developing a pattern that Minho was not a fan of. Luckily you and Chan had both promised to stay away from each other and Minho had never been given any reason to not completely trust a promise made to him by either of you. Still... he excused himself for a moment and left his dressing room making a b line over to Chan’s. Just like Margret, Minho knocked as he came walking in. You had never seen your brother’s face turn so red so fast. The moment he saw you on your knees in front of Chan he came storming into the room. You stood up approaching him pressing your palms against his chest. 

“Min... Minnie!” His piercing gaze was zeroed in on Chan as he kept moving forward despite your attempt to stop him. Finally, you shouted. 

“Lee MINHO! Stop it.” He looked at you still angry but less murder-y. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” He almost laughed. 

“It looked like Chan had my little sister on her knees about to...” 

“YES, I know what it looked like Min, but it wasn’t that. I was holding an inseam together for Margret while she went to get more pins. That is until you busted in here like the damn celibacy police.” Minho looked at Chan who looked mortified, then looked down and could see the inseam of the pants you had been holding together. Minho ran his hand through his hair calming the rest of the way down. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost my temper.” You shook your head. 

“No, you shouldn’t have now go so I can try and put this inseam back the way Margret had it before she gets back. It’s my first day, I’m trying to make a good first impression. I don’t want to skate by around here because I’m Lee Know’s baby sister.” Minho put his hands up in defeat. 

“Okay okay I’m going.” Minho walked out the door and you knelt down in front of Chan again. It was one thing to grab the inseam while it was being held together, it was something entirely different to deftly fold the fabric yourself trying to not touch Chan’s inner thigh. You managed to do it somehow and Chan was thankful because if your fingertips would have grazed him no amount of slack in those pants would have been able to hide his hard on. Shortly after you got everything in place, Margret came back in with the pins she needed to finish the outfits he had to try on.  

After a whole afternoon of wardrobe trials, hair trials, make-up trials, running here and there getting this, getting coffee, you were exhausted. When the boys were done with their work they headed home. Minho tried to stay behind and wait for you. 

“It’s okay Min I have a bunch to clean up and don’t know how long it will take me. I still know how to get around Seoul I can catch a cab or bus.” He pressed his lips together, he didn’t like it, but he gave in and headed home with the rest of the guys while you finished up the rest of your work. Once the last make-up brush was clean, and the last jacket was hung up it was time to head home. You knew cleaning up would take you a while, but it took you longer than you expected so it was dark by the time you were leaving the company. You walked towards the nearest bus stop and sat on the bench under the post light. As soon as you were on the bus you pulled out your phone and mindlessly scrolled until your stop came up. You cursed yourself when you realized you had gotten confused in the dark and gotten off at the wrong stop. I can still navigate Seoul Minho, bull shit apparently.  

Luckily you weren’t lost, just a little off track, you could walk the rest of the way home. The thing about the dark is it’s deceiving. It can hide someone in shadows or make shadows seem real. When you felt someone following a bit behind you suddenly, you wondered which it was. You were too scared to turn and find out. You just kept walking towards the dorms while your heart raced. There were certain things that would trigger you, things from your past. A sound, a feeling, a smell. The cheap scent of Old Spice aftershave suddenly invaded your senses telling you the man behind you was in fact real and panic set in. In that moment in your brain, you remembered only one person wearing the awful cologne. The man.  

You were at the side of the dorm building, you just had to get around the corner and you would be safe. Just as you made it to the corner someone was coming around from the other side of the building and you ran right into them. You fell to the ground and huddled up into a ball as you started to freak out. The person you had run into was Chan, he tried to help as you were balled up on the ground. He finally got you calmed down enough to get you to look up, when you did, and you saw it was really Chan kneeling there you threw your arms around his neck and cried. He smoothed your hair down and shushed you. 

“No the man! The man he was following me.” You pointed behind you where the man had been before and he was nowhere to be seen, you must have ducked away when Chan showed up. He looked and saw nothing. 

“Who? Who was following you? There’s no one y/n...” He spoke calmly trying to ease you, but you shook your head. 

“He was there Chan really he was following me!” He nodded. 

“I know it’s okay whoever it was they’re gone now.” You cried as Chan held you a bit longer, then he helped you up to the dorm. When you walked in with Chan’s arm around you, Minho was about to lose his temper again but when he saw your face, he knew something was wrong and rushed over. Once Minho was there your arms were wrapped around him as you cried about ‘The Man’. 

“Shhh, it wasn’t him y/n, think, it couldn’t possibly be him okay? Shhh, try and calm down.” Your sobs turned into sniffles and deep breaths as you stopped shaking uncontrollably. Minho looked over at Chan for more answers. 

“If someone was following her, they ducked off before I could see them.” Minho nodded. 

“Thanks for getting her home Chan.” Chan gave him a small smile. 

“Of course man. Of course.” He bowed away and made his way to his room to give you and your brother privacy. 

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you or Chan, the man that had been following you was a photographer. He’d seen you enter the company building with Minho that morning and stuck around all day to see if you left with him as well. He saw Minho leave on his own with all the other guys but not you. He considered leaving but he had a hunch that he just needed to put to rest. When you left and got on a bus, he was not so confident in his hunch anymore, but he tagged along to be sure. Then you got off at an unexpected location and suddenly his hunch seemed more plausible. He thought it was very fishy you got off the bus only two blocks away from the guys’ dorm and that was the direction you took off walking in. He followed you trying to keep a safe distance without losing you. Then you ran into Chan and started panicking. He almost ran but stopped a split second. As soon as you and Chan’s arms were around each other the man snapped a photo and then quickly left while Chan continued to try and calm you down. 

Your brother led you towards your room so you could rest. 

“Have you eaten dinner?” You shook your head no. 

“No I don’t really have an appetite Min.” He understood. Anytime you had nightmares as a kid about who you called ‘The Man’ it would take your parents at least day to get you to eat something. 

“Do you still have a prescription for your sleeping pills.” You nodded but went to protest taking them. 

“Minho, I hate...” He shook his head not willing to hear your complaint about the medicine. 

“I know you hate how you feel the next day but you’re taking one tonight okay? You just had a night terror two night ago and with what happened tonight you need to take one so you’ll get some actual rest.” You knew there was no use arguing about it. Minho grabbed your pills and ran to get you a water to take them, and you did so without further argument. Once he’d seen that you’d taken the pill he left you alone so you could finish getting ready for bed. When Minho walked out of your room Chan was walking out of his to see if you were alright. 

“Is she gonna be okay?” Minho stopped and pushed his fingers into his eyes fighting off the stress headache he felt coming on. 

“She just needs rest, she’ll be fine, she’s ridiculously strong.” Chan nodded, he knew nothing really but what he’d seen thus far, you had to be strong. 

“Who’s ‘The Man’?” Minho visibly stiffened. 

“Don’t worry about that, just know if she’s ever going on about it being ‘The Man’ it isn’t, it never is, it never will be.” Chan shook his head not understanding. 

“How can you be so sure?” Minho turned and looked Chan right in the eyes. 

“Because he’s dead.” Chan’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. 

“Ho-” Minho shook his head and walked away. 

“It doesn’t matter, don’t ask.” Chan left it at that. He knew when to push Minho and when not to now was not the time, so Chan went to go work in his room. It never took long for your sleeping pill to kick in, but the next day you were always super lethargic, so you weren’t looking forward to feeling that way your second day on the job. To be fair to Minho this way only you would be sleepy tomorrow instead of everyone else being tired after you scream through another night terror.  

You all did in fact make it through the night without blood curdling screams. You actually woke up to your alarm instead of needing to be forcefully made to. You stumbled out into the kitchen thankful to see that someone had already started coffee, most likely Minho. You poured your cup and went to sit at the table while you attempted to wake yourself up. When you walked in you saw Chan already sitting at the table with a bowl of oatmeal, wearing his black cut off tank top, his eyes barely open. 

“Oh... I didn’t realize...” Chan looked up immediately at the sound of your voice. 

“Oh hey!” Chan smiled warmly at you and couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Hey. Uh, did you make the coffee?” He shook his head. 

“No, I’m pretty sure it was Lee Know.” You nodded; it was still funny to hear people call your brother that. You sat down at the table with Chan in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before both of you tried to speak at the same time. Chan laughed nervously. 

“Go ahead.” You shook your head as you set your cup of coffee down. 

“I was just going to say, thank you. For last night and all, helping me.” Chan’s expression softened. 

“Of course, don’t even, I mean well you know.” It was cute how he tripped over his words, trying to find the right ones to convey what he was saying without leading to his untimely death at the hands of your brother. You and Chan heard the front door open and close forcefully as Minho came back from his morning jog. He headed straight into the dining room with newspaper in hand then slapped it down on the table in front of the two of you. 

There in a huge black and white photo was Chan with his arms around you from the night before, your face not visible and in bold block letters ‘Is mysterious woman Bang Chan’s secret lover?’ Minho obviously knew the context of the photo, but this was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to keep you away from. You tried to find the silver lining. 

“Well at least we know who was following me now.” 

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