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mochiable · 4 years ago

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anonymous request: hi bub, i don’t know if you’re still taking requests but i wanted to ask for a namjoon drabble or one shot about him and reader meeting on the bus and namjoon asking them out. a lot of fluff and cheesiness pleaseeee. thank you sm!

— rainy route.

pairing namjoon x gn!oc. genre fluff. wc 2.8k

The raindrops fell heavily, without stopping. They pounded the ground angrily, unleashing all their fury on the dark, wet pavement. People were running, looking for somewhere to take shelter from the rain. You just watched them, scrutinising them with your eyes and pondering why they would escape the rain, it was just water, just that, liquid falling from the sky.

You jumped into a puddle, splashing and getting mud on your shoes. You smiled sideways, wiggling your feet from side to side. Your father was going to kill you when he saw you.

As you got closer to the bus stop, the silhouette of a tall, hooded boy became clearer and clearer. As soon as you recognised him, your feet anchored themselves to the ground, forbidding you to walk any further and bringing you closer and closer to the boy. Now was the moment when you regretted not having taken an umbrella with you, the moment when you were ashamed of your soaked clothes, of your broken, craggy hair and above all of your muddy shoes. God, he must have seen you jump over that puddle.

Slowly your feet revived and you started walking towards the bus stop. Facing your fateful destiny you managed to get under the shelter of the roof, although nothing made sense anymore. You tried to ignore the male presence standing a few feet away from you, but you couldn't help but feel your heart pounding in your chest.

His name is unknown information. You knew absolutely nothing about him, only that he was damned handsome and generous. You saw him every day when he came to take the bus home. For months you had the opportunity to watch him from a distance, trying to camouflage your curiosity, but not quite managing to disguise it. You tried to convince yourself that it was impossible for him to notice your constant glances, but deep inside you knew there was a possibility that every time he turned towards you it was because he felt your eyes on his profile.

In any case, even if you had never spoken to him, you felt more than fortunate every time he flashed you his cute smile as a greeting. You had the luxury of thinking that those smiles were only and exclusively for you, scattering from your mind the thoughts that that's what he did with everyone.

“It's turning into a downpour, isn't it?”, his voice brought you out of your reverie, startling you slightly. You turned your head slightly and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He had his eyes fixed on the sky, watching the raindrops over the top of his glasses.

You looked down slightly and with your right hand you pinched your thigh, trying to prove that the boy was really talking to you. You groaned at the pain you inflicted on yourself, causing the boy to turn his gaze towards you and look at you with curious eyes. Noticing this, you raised your head and looked straight ahead, watching the cars pass by and the water on the road being lifted by their wheels. “Yeah.”

And that's how you kill the only possible conversation you'll ever have with the guy you like.

“God, you're soaking wet. Did you fall in a puddle?”, fortunately I didn't notice any hint of mockery in his question, which somehow managed to make me relax. Just a little.

“No,” you let out a nasal laugh and tried to control your breathing, praying to God your voice wouldn't break. “It's just that I didn't bring an umbrella and I found it stupid to stand under some doorway.”

“Stupid?”, now it was his turn to laugh. Holly fuck, his laugh. You had just found your favourite sound. No doubt you could stay for hours listening to it. “You could have made yourself sick. In fact... yes, I think you already got sick”, in less than a second you found him in front of you, to see his face you had to look up. He brought his hand up to your face and with his index finger quickly touched the tip of your nose. "It's red," he informed you, smiling with sealed lips and raising his cheekbones.

The effort you made at that moment to keep from screaming was beyond any physical exercise you had been able to do so far. Your bones ached, and it wasn't especially because of the cold.

You stood still, the air catching in your throat and your pupils twitching as your eyes connected with his. You were about to say something, but were interrupted by the loud sound of a horn. You both turned your heads and both your eyes and mouth widened as you watched the bus swerve around a car and pass the bus stop. You closed your eyes tightly and leaned forward to keep all the standing water on the ground from caressing your back as little as possible.

However, the lashing of the water never came. That tall boy had been quick enough to roll you over yourself, grabbing your biceps and covering your body with his, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a tight embrace. He groaned at the cold sensation of the water crashing against his back, at the same time as you gasped in astonishment, unable to see beyond the grey fabric of his hoodie.

Did he just do what I think he did?

After a few seconds he separated his body from mine and looked down at me with a worried expression. He tilted his head subtly to make sure I wasn't any wetter than I was before. Seeing how my clothes were safe from another dip, he turned and pulled off his hood, shaking out his hair and running his fingers through it.

I must have looked like a fool, but it was impossible for me not to open my mouth slightly at the sight. My eyes had decided to stop blinking just so I wouldn't miss a second of that beautiful sight.

“Why did you do that,” I asked once I had come out of my trance and approached him. I pawed a little at his sweatshirt, inevitably soaking my hand. He looked at me in confusion, as if what had just happened was hours ago. “You're completely wet! Have you lost your mind?”

Still with his head half-bent and with several strands of hair falling over his eyes, he turned to look at you and smiled. You felt yourself melt at that very moment - how could an already naturally attractive person be even more so? Was that even possible?

“You're worse off than I am. Don't worry, it'll dry,” he replied, repositioning his sweatshirt with one hand as he shook out his other hand to look at the time.

The bus we were both waiting for finally arrived and you both approached the curb to get on. He let you pass first, so you gave him a smile as a thank you. While you were looking for the bus card so you could pay for the trip, he went to find a seat. You finally managed to get your card and as soon as you had paid you made your way to your seat.

You had intended to sit in the front seats, but in the distance you saw the as-yet-unnamed boy raise his arm and wave to you, then point to the empty seat next to him. Not believing that he could be talking to you, you turned your head in case there was someone behind you, but obviously there wasn't. You turned again and pointed to yourself with your index finger touching your chest. You heard a soft chuckle from him and saw him nod his head repeatedly. Feeling your cheeks slowly turning pink, you walked towards him while trying to hide your face with the collar of your jacket.

“I hope you don't mind sitting with someone who looks like they've just had a shower,” he joked once you sat down next to him. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Sitting next to you is a dream come true, you thought.

“That's what I should be telling you. I don't think you're any worse off than I am,” you replied, looking down at your own clothes and wiggling your feet, making the wet soles squeak on the bus floor.

“What do you mean worse? A bus bathed me whole!”, his eyes widened as he shook his hands in exaggerated gestures to prove his point.

“I lied to you. I jumped over every puddle I came across on the way here. I'm worse, end of discussion,” you rebutted, glaring at him with challenging eyes and watching devotedly as two cute dimples formed on his cheeks. Oh, I’d do anything to see them every day.

“Well, look on the bright side. We won't need to shower for a long time,” he joked again pulling a laugh from your throat and getting irritated looks from the other passengers the second he did. You both inclined your heads towards them in apology and laughed softly again as soon as your eyes met.

It might seem strange, but even though you had only known him for five minutes, there was a peace and tranquillity in talking to him that you had rarely felt when meeting another person. As if everything was in its place, as if everything fitted together perfectly.

But the warm interaction was interrupted by the freezing air that forced its way through the doors of the bus. Making your skin crawl and causing a chill that went up your spine. You prayed that the boy sitting next to you hadn't noticed, but he did, and in less than a second he'd already offered you his seat, which was further from the doors, and from which his body could protect you.

“Kim Namjoon,” he said suddenly. You unconsciously turned your head and saw his eyes fixed where the driver was. You stood for a few seconds in silence waiting for an answer until he turned his gaze towards you and showed you his white, straight teeth. “My name is Kim Namjoon, what is your name?”

“I am Ahn Chungae,” you replied quietly, watching in awe as his eyes glistened in the direct light of the moon's rays.

“It's a pleasure, Ahn Chungae,” he repeated in a whisper. You didn't know if it was your imagination, but his face was getting closer and closer to yours, and you couldn't help but wonder what must be going through his mind.

At that moment you turned your head towards the window and stood quietly staring at the foggy glass in front of you. Trying to avoid his gaze at all costs, you drew a sad face on the window, keeping your fingers glued to the glass as you looked through it at the lights of the city. Seconds later Namjoon's hand came into contact with yours, causing you to stop breathing for a moment. He carefully wrapped his hand around your fingers and moved them, drawing what would have been two eyes on the opposite side of the ones you had previously drawn, now forming a smiley face. Then he released your hand, which you placed in your lap, and you watched as his fingers would make their way through the steam from the window, writing two letters: RM.

“RM?”, that question sprang to your lips. Namjoon put his arm in front of your face, resting his hand on the glass. You turned and raised your head, meeting his angelic face, looking at you with a curiosity that made your stomach churn.

“I'm in a rap group, that's what my friends call me,” he laughed as his arm returned to a normal position. He was quiet for a few seconds, staring at you and scanning your face patiently. “Do you have any nicknames?”

“I think the closest thing to a nickname I have is 'Peach'?” you replied after you had organised all your thoughts.

“Why 'Peach'?” he asked curiously, bringing the side of his body closer to yours, coming to brush against your shoulders in a subtle way.

You couldn't help but blush when that question came out of his mouth. “My father started calling me that because when I was little I used to climb on the kitchen chairs to reach the peaches so I could eat them,” you admitted, a little embarrassed, trying to erase the image of you with a completely smudged face from your memory.

“How old were you?” “Two,” you replied with a giggle, eliciting a laugh from him as well.

“You sure were a beautiful baby,” he said bumping his shoulder against yours in an effort to embarrass you further.

“Stop it,” you groaned with laughter bringing your hands up to your face and hiding it from his eyes. You heard his laughter again and felt his warm hands come to rest on yours, pulling them away from your face.

“Don't cover yourself, please. I like your eyes,” he complimented you, unaware that he was causing a whirlwind of emotions to run wild inside you. How could he say all those beautiful words to you as if they were nothing? Did he not have compassion?

With nothing more to say, an awkward silence formed between the two of you. He seemed to be calm, staring straight ahead and humming a song your ears were unfamiliar with. You watched him out of the corner of your eye and tried not to shout. Say something! Talk to him! But nothing came out of your mouth.

“Chungae?” he spoke suddenly, snapping you out of your self-destructive thoughts and making you turn to him. “How old are you?” he asked nervously, fiddling with his fingers trying to slow his heart rate.

“Twenty-two, why?” you inquired back, furrowing your brows in confusion.

Namjoon sighed in what seemed like a sense of relief, which further fueled my doubts. “It's just that I wanted to make sure I wouldn't go to prison for asking you out.”

A smile settled on your face without warning giving away your answer in less than half a second.

“Don't worry, you could always say I made you think I'm of age,” you played along, suddenly feeling more confident.

“While I'm handcuffed and forced to keep quiet? Or better yet behind bars?” he joked, cupping his hand to his chin and leaning in your direction.

“I'd come visit you,” you assured him, leaning in his direction as well.

A smile formed on his lips and he moved closer to me, “Let's have a date, Chungae, tomorrow.”

Again you cursed being wet from head to toe, the shivering it gave you only made your nerves run high. You couldn't look him in the face from the embarrassment that suddenly hit you, so you decided to look over to where a man was sleeping with his mouth open, praying for strength.

“Why should I accept?” you asked in a whisper, rolling the laces of your sweatshirt with your fingers. “I don't know you at all, you could be any kind of freak,” you continued, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Well, I'm a little clueless... and clumsy. Very clumsy, I don't know how I haven't done anything stupid yet with how nervous I am,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “But we know each other. We've been on the same bus for months and I know perfectly well that you don't stop staring at me until I get off at my stop,” he argues, leaving you in a state of surprise, you definitely hadn't been anything but disguised.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, playing dumb. You couldn't believe he'd actually figured it out.

“Because I don't stop looking at you until I get off either,” he replied, making your heart skip a beat. What had he just said?

You rested your arms on the back of the empty seat in front of you and then put your head on them. He looked really cute with his cheeks slightly pink and avoiding your gaze. You were trying to look brave at the time, but the truth is that you were waiting to get home so you could scream with excitement.

“So...” as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, he looked at you and froze when he saw that you were also looking at him, and realising that you had already been doing it for a while, “since I'm legal, you can ask me out on a date.”

“I... Sorry about that, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all,” he spoke haltingly as he looked away again, action that brought a smile to your lips. Oh, how the table had turned.

“Alright,” you blurted out suddenly, facing him and bumping your back against the window. He looked back at you with a confused expression. “See you tomorrow at the usual stop.”

That's how you got a smile out of him, one that wouldn't be the last and which was the author of the future ones.

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a long time. i’m sorry for being so inactive these last few months, but i’m in my last year of high school and i had to concentrate on my studies. anyway, as an apology i bring you this one shot i had unfinished in drafts. i hope you like it, and don't hesitate to let me know what you think, i love knowing your opinion about my work. also, thanks for the 300 notes in jaehyun's two posts, it means a lot to me, thanks for the support. see you soon!

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chickawah23 · 3 years ago

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It's really sad how nowadays we can't even have fun with these kinds of things. I know we don't know if it's true or not, but the way we can't even have a light-hearted talk/joke about this even in these parts is so heartbreaking. The hate for Karlie by these hetlors and some anti-Karlie peeps is tiring 😪 But anyway, I'm still happy about this sighting whether it may be true or not hehe. Will we get a legit source with a photo in the future? Maybe, maybe not. But i'm happy with this little crumb, i don't think that's bad at all.

In other news, wonder if chunga munga is walking by now 🤔 and i'm imagining how T interacts with him 😍

Yeah we are in a weird time now where it’s hard to celebrate small bits. But the tweet definitely did cause a stir around these parts for a bit. Which I guess is nice to some extent.

Chunga munga is definitely walking like a champ by now. Chunga munga definitely knows how to use those toes to climb lol. The older they get the harder it is to keep them from scurrying off like a little spider monkey

#anons #mama karlie #chunga munga kloss

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yunatheintrovert · 4 years ago

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a very small hc ! 😳

correct me if im wrong, but the Bell you write (or wrote, for Adler or Stitch) normally has a Walkman 👁

i do be imagining them having Moskau by Dschinghis Khan in their mixtapes, at least once. even if they dont exactly have a Walkman before MKUltra, i do imagine they would have heard it at least once, seeing that it was released in 1979

Moskau, though the song was banned by the Soviet government, was a damn popular song in the USSR and since people didn't know the exact German lyrics they subbed it in with their own versions

and i thought of Belikov/Bell (it took me two whole paras to get here pfttt😅), to think they made their own versions of their lyrics w/ inside jokes and secretly sang it between them. only they know their own lyrics. and after MKUltra, since Bell knows German, i thought it would be pretty cute if they translated the lyrics to Belikov and he just listens in awe and they start (re)bonding through the minute things in their relationship before— jajfjw i've managed to make this into an essay 👁

Hi, itslxipark!

Yep, the Bell I write normally has a Walkman! XD

And I could totally see Bell having Moskau by Dschinghis Khan in their mixtapes. Honestly, I love that idea with Belikov/Bell so much!! I definitely see them being the pair to bond over songs and them making up their own versions of the lyrics with inside jokes between the two of them is just perfect. I already headcanon them bonding over songs such as Chunga Changa haha. So this is another great headcanon that I just adore for them.

Also, honestly I find Belikov and Bell rebonding through those little things in their relationship after MK Ultra to be really interesting to explore. Perhaps, if their relationship was platonic before (in a very close way), their relationship dynamic is slightly different as they relearn each other after being apart for a long time and their relationship shifts over to being romantic and there is a romantic tension with them during those moments they have over those little things like listening to music together. Maybe even a cliché moment where Bell and Belikov sitting close together while listening to music on the same Walkman and after Bell ethusiastically translates the lyrics to Belikov (with him listening in awe), Bell notices only in that moment about how close her face is to Belikov’s. XD

Anyways, that’s enough rambling on my part haha.

Thanks for sharing this lovely headcanon!

#Belikov/Bell #belikov x bell #Dimitri Ivanovich Belikov #call of duty black ops cold war #headcanon #cod bell

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bangtansflower · 5 years ago

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Smitten Chapter 5

A/N: Jiyoung is Y/N mum - she was mentioned by Chungha in the very first chapter~ This is my longest chapter yet and I honestly am surprised haha But I wanted to flesh the chapters out more! I do hope it doesn't drag on though! Give me your thoughts! Also for the purpose of the fic even though real names are different in the fic im gonna mix it up because it is fake after all! There is also a little time overlay when scenes shift so I hope I made it clear enough!~ I also may go through it again and tweak it slightly before i upload the next chapter. In the next chapter I'll be able to fill in some of what's missing~ Also comments please do give as they give me motivation and I like to know if people enjoy what I'm posting 🙏❤️

Warnings: Swearing, a lot of fighting, a massacre scene (its brief but a warning will appear so you can skip if want - 238 words), jealous Jungkook, angst, a lot of anger (everyone seems to be very angry these days).

Word Count: 4,562

Masterlist / Previous / Next (Coming soon)

Taglist: @captainsjoongs @xanny91

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Chungha: Y/N! We always spend it together on Saturdays though!

You chuckled, you could practically her voice imagining the pout on her face, which made you giggle to yourself more catching the attention of your mum. “What are you giggling about?” She looked at you with a playful smile on her face. Shaking your head grinning you start typing away on your mobile “Oh nothing, just Chungha being Chungha wanting to spend today together as always” making your mum laugh. “Well you two are attached to the hip, as we always said sisters by bond not blood”, she pushed a plate towards. Mouth nearly watering you put your phone down opting to finish replying later, the cheese and bacon toastie too good to pass up. You take a bite chewing your food slowly in deep thought, your mum clears her throat catching your attention. Looking up you catch her questioning gaze, letting out a small sigh you pout slightly putting your food down on the table “Why didn’t she tell me? And worst of all how did I not notice that she was a werewolf I should have noticed straight away considering every year we would visit the guys!” Your voice gains more confidence as you speak. “And to top it off we live in a community where practically half of the people are werewolves!” You only stop when your mum holds a hand up making you shut up. You decide to take another bite of your toastie whilst observing your mum as she looks back at you. “She will have her reasons Y/N, you don't love her any less do you?” At this you immediately shake your head - you did love her, she was your sister till the end, sensing your thoughts a soft smile graced your mother's face. “She will tell you when she is ready, and considering the community it is a surprise because me, who has grown up with werewolves, should have definitely noticed all the signs. But it is no surprise, Seoul is a great place for a werewolf community, it is out of the way and a beautiful place”. You scoffed when your mother said beautiful place “It can be beautiful at times you mean” you pointed out to your mother, a flash of Jungkooks smile and brown eyes went through your thoughts making your heart flutter. A loving smile appeared on your face, he made it beautiful, you think to yourself before you go wide eyed shaking your head pushing those thoughts out of your head. Looking up you see your mother leaning on the counter, her own toastie in her hands smirking at you, narrowing your eyes at her you make a zipping notion on your lips and go back to eating making your mother laugh out loud. A buzz of your mobile made you jump slightly reminding you that you had to reply to Chunga.

Chunga: Please come over! It is Saturday and Saturday is sister day! Besides I got invited to Jimin and Taehyung's place for a small gathering! This is a brilliant way for you to meet some new people, and I am sure that a certain person whose name begins with J and ends in K will be there~

Your heart fluttered more knowing that if you were to go today you would be able to speak more to Jungkook, the only times you could talk to him was in school, neither one of you had yet asked for the others number, both too shy to do so. Biting your lip you feel conflicted, glancing up you see your mum with an excited smile on her face, making your decision you let out a defeated smile.

Y/N: Sorry Chungha, you know I wouldn't miss this in the world, but I am going to see the guys with my mum and she is extremely excited! If I am free later I will for sure meet up with you though!

Almost immediately you got a reply making your mother laugh as she left the room to get her coat.

Chungha: I’m going to kill Jiyoung for ripping sisters day apart! Tell her I love her though. And if you do decide to come later I’ll come pick you up! And most of all when am I going to meet these guys you always go to see?! I only have said hi to them at school and then they run away.

“Mum! Chungha said she is going to kill you but she still loves you!” You shout laughing making your way to the hallway grabbing your shoes, sitting on the little bench putting them on. Jiyoung just shrugged a smirk on her face putting her coat on “She can try and kill me but she wont have any of the steak I cook ever again”. This only made you laugh more reaching for your own coat before opening the door. “I’m excited to see all my boys again, but I wonder why they decided to move to our town?”. Your mother asked, making you shrug, “If we stay here we won’t get answers, they refused to tell me without you there”. Getting into the car you couldn't help but feel a slight sickness in your stomach, something was coming.

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Growling slightly at her phone Chungha went to throw it on the couch but a hand stopped her. Glancing to her side he was Namjoon looking at her, his eyes serious. Gulping she calmed down taking a deep breath and decided to sit on the couch instead.

“She left me on read...again” furrowing her eyebrows she felt upset. Normally if Jiyoung wanted to spend time with them she would tag along, not exclude one or the other. She knew she couldn’t be mad as she was hiding the fact she was a werewolf from you, but these boys were normal, why did they have to be a secret. “Is she going to see those guys again” a growl came from the door making her and Namjoon look up in shock. Slowly Chungha nodded not breaking eye contact from Jungkook, who looked a combination of angry and tired. “She’s not going alone” at this she saw the boys eyes narrow slightly, Namjoon's hand patted her shoulder encouraging her to continue. Gulping she licked her lips, quickly looking at Namjoon then back at Jungkook who had taken a few steps towards her, he was waiting. “She has gone with her mother, her mother was excited to see those guys too” she whispered looking down at her hands which rested on her knees. Jungkooks growl grew louder, snapping her head up her eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook’s golden eyes. “Her mum?” He whispered back “She is going to those strangers house with her mum? I should have claimed her before all of this.” His voice getting louder and louder with each word he spoke “If only i wasn’t such a wimp about it all then perhaps she wouldn’t be going over to those guys house doing whatever it is they are doing!” The Anger Jungkook held inside was nearly erupting, and even though it wasn’t intentionally aimed at Chungha she couldn’t help but cower grabbing Namjoons arm trying to make a barrier between herself and the angry werewolf. “Jungkook” a deep authoritative voice called out making the angry boy take a step back, his anger shutting down almost immediately, Jungkook’s eyes slowly fading back to brown looked into Namjoons eyes, whose in turn has turned golden. “It is not Chungha’s fault Jungkook. You know this better than anybody” he stated resting his hand on the top of Chungha’s head trying to calm the shaking girl down, which worked slightly. Trembling himself Jungkook dropped on his knees in front of her and let out a whimper bending his head slightly letting her know he was sorry. Tears falling down her face Chungha let go of Namjoons arm and reached out to hug Jungkook, he happily returned it knowing he was forgiven by his pack mate. Namjoon watched the two and his heart went out to the both of them, many thought that a mate was the only type of bond out there, but there was a second, the one that Chungha and Y/N have. It is a secondary bond that happens when two friends are as close as real siblings. He shook his head as he thought of Jimin and Taehyung, the only ones in the main brach pack to have this bond, the trouble those two can get into.

Whipping his head up he furrowed his eyebrows, thoughts attuning to the argument that was occuring closer and closer. All three of them looked towards the door paying attention to two voices clearly arguing with each other, eyes trained on the door an angry Yoongi barged in with a displeased Hoseok behind him. “What is the matter with you two?” Namjoon questioned walking towards the two trying to calm them both. Hoseok gave the alpha an exasperated look pointing at Yoongi “Tell him just because they moved around a lot doesn’t imply that they are hunters! Just because they have wandered to some werewolf communities doesn’t mean that they are there to slaughter our own!” at this Yoongi scoffed and gave daggers to Hoseok, “You clearly aren’t thinking right then! They obviously are not werewolves because we would have noticed straight away, and it’s weird that they have travelled from place to place not staying long!” He rebutted eyes flashing gold. Hoseok’s patience was wearing thin, flashing golden eyes back he would have thrown a punch at his fellow pack mate if it wasn’t for the alpha standing in the middle of them both. “Both of you sit. Now” Namjoon ordered glaring at them both, he really was going to need a miracle to settle everything. Sensing the two pack brothers settling down on opposite ends of the room, still shouting at each other he rubbed his head sensing a headache oncoming. Chungha and Jungkook sat next to each other on the couch, eyes flickering between the two men. Jungkook wanted to speak up knowing full well it was about Y/N but he kept his mouth shut, daring a glance at the angry alpha he saw he was trying to keep it together. He truly felt bad for him and regretted his previous actions even more. “Yoongi, I am assuming you have found something in order for this argument to happen?” Namjoon looked tiredly at Yoongi, which made the latter flinch in guilt. Quietly he replied “Yes I did, I don’t know where they originally came from, they just seemed to have appeared out of nowhere but I do know they have been to a few major werewolf communities, Daegu and Ulan just to name two.” A small growl came from Hoseok’s side of the room making Namjoon narrow his eyes at the elder, all he got was a shrug in return. Damn he really is angry Jungkook spoke to Chungha in their minds and she slightly nodded, showing she agreed eyes not leaving the scene in front of her. Sighing at Hoseok, Namjoon decided to continue “And because of this you assume that they are hunters?” Nodding Yoongi ruffled his hair “It is the only explanation that I can think off”. “It’s a shit explanation. They could be friends travelling! You don’t even know them!” Hoseok blew up growling at his close friend. “Well do you have any idea then? Because I sure as fucking hell don’t! I just find something is off about them and it is fucking pissing me off”. The two angry werewolves made eye contact teeth bared ready to shift.

“Both of you shut the fuck up, your giving Namjoon a headache and causing more problems that needs be” both werewolves didn’t notice the eldest enter the room and cowered slightly at the anger he radiated. Glancing at each other they both nodded and silently went back to their previous spots making Namjoon sigh in relief. The alpha bowed his head slightly in thanks to the newcomer. “Now you guys have settled I want to inform you all of something we have been missing from the start”. Jungkook perked his head up at this intrigued in the new news that the eldest of the pack was going to give, Seokjin could have been pack leader, but he felt that it was best left to Namjoon, prefering to be in the shadows, the backbone of the main pack. “What did you find Jin? Will it answer all the questions we have?” Namjoon prayed that it did, he didn’t know how much longer he could take of it all. Sighing, Seokjin gave Namjoon a shake of the head “Unfortunately not. I wish it did but it doesn’t. At least it’s a start though.” Clearing his throat he made his way to a spare chair and situated himself so he was facing the pack members present. “The younger ones won’t remember this” he made a gesture towards Chungha and Jungkook, who was trying not to speak up and tell him to hurry up. “And you guys were slightly younger so you won’t remember a lot.” He tilted his head squinting “Even I don’t, I had to go ask my parents if they knew anything. They told me that when Y/N’s mother Jiyoung was pregnant, she left town to go somewhere else to have her child, and a month or two later came back with a baby Y/N. What if those people are from her mother's home town? Or city? It would make sense why they know each other.” The news made everyone go deep in thought, especially Jungkook. It did make sense, why they were so close to each other. But why was she extremely close to Mingyu, did she like him? No she wouldn’t, he was pretty sure that she was feeling the mate pull too. He was pulled out of his thoughts by Namjoon’s voice “Come on guys, let's do more digging, now that we have someplace to start.” Balling his hands to fists, Jungkook believed that they would find out sooner or later.

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Jimin and Taehyung were getting bored. All they have done all day is watch the full house, watching them in the garden and trying to listen to what is going on, though it was hard with the amount of noise that was going on. Groaning Jimin sat down on a log, throwing his head back he wanted to scream. “How much longer till they go? I am bored out of mind here, I don’t mind doing this because it is Jungkook’s mate and these guys are a mystery but they could have at least come to relieve us” he moaned which made Taehyung chuckle. “Just think though we can use this to our advantage, we can make Jin make us lots of food in repayment” a smirk grew on the smaller boys face, “hmmm steak, kimchi, bibimbap and more” his stomach grumbled in agreement. The two boys carried on talking to each other half paying attention to what was going on in the house, not noticing three others watching them in return and not noticing that Jiyoung left the house without Y/N.

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A warm breeze rushed through the forest and garden, a slight chill within the warmth, hinting at a cold winter to come. Seungcheol sipped his ice coffee, not really paying attention to the younger members of the pack messing around by the pool, his eyes slowly wandering over to where the two other werewolves were hidden. “They have been watching us since Y/N and Jiyoung have arrived don’t you think that it is odd?” Jisoo, or Joshua he prefered to be called, pointed out. “It is weird, but they haven’t made any move yet. It must be because we are strangers in their area” Jeonghan shrugged watching the younger ones of the pack move to pour a bucket of water over a sleeping Wonwoo. “I’m going to have to talk with their pack leader” sighed Seungcheol, “I don’t want them constantly watching us or else a fight will occur”. “Hoshi has already threatened and so has Woozi, and you know we can’t stop them” he groaned. Why did it have to be difficult, all they wanted was to be with Y/N. And Jiyoung. “Don’t worry i’ll come with you, you need me there anyway as you suck explaining why they cannot tell we are werewolves” Jeonghan pointed out the obvious, laughing as an angry Wonwoo chased Chan around the pool, the others hiding leaving him as sacrifice. Joshua laughed along with him whilst Seungcheol just shook his head. A rumble of a car meant that Seokmin and Mingyu were nearly back from dropping Jiyoung off. Minhao waltz in the garden, sunglasses on his face and watched the chaos that was unfolding, how did I end up with these idiots, he laughed to himself. “Wonwoo I think you're missing someone” Jun pointed out Seungkwan's hiding spot “Hey no fair!” the younger boy shouted pointing at Jun, gulping when he saw Wonwoo with Chan in a headlock. “Yah, Wonwoo, you know it's some fun right?” He chuckled lightly getting ready to run. Wonwoo nodded at this, threw Chan into the pool and ran after Seungkwan which made him scream and run. Minghao face palmed.

“Is Y/N still napping?” Woozi asked taking one of the spare seats ignoring what was happening in the garden. “Yeah she is, she seems so tired recently, I don’t think she is getting enough sleep” Jeonghan furrowed his eyebrows, a look of concern over her face. “I’m sure she will be fine, it is Y/N after all” a new voice perked up. “Are they still watching us though? As I will go over there. I didn’t learn taekwondo for nothing you know? My human form is just as strong as my wolf form” Hoshi pointed out. “They are still there but they don’t really seem to be paying attention anymore” Joshua answered “And I don’t think Seunghcheol wants any confrontation” he added as an after thought knowing full well Hoshi would go over which meant that Woozi would too. Shrugging Hoshi decided to leave it “Okay then, whilst you all watch them i’m gonna go swimming. Hoshi dived into the pool and when he resurfaced he saw Seungkwan and Vernon in a headlock by Wonwoo. He was one werewolf he was glad to have on his side. He laughed as the latter threw the two boys into the pool before taking his previous napping spot.

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Jungkook barged out of the room, causing the others to follow. This was the worst dream you had, he could feel your fear, the dread, the overwhelming sadness. The human part of him knew what he was doing was wrong, he could hear his pack mates trying to stop him, but the wolf in him had taken over, his mate was in pain and he needed to see her. Even if he couldn’t stop it.

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Sitting up you sob, shaking you try to stand but fall. Seokmin, who had come to wake you up to let you know dinner was ready could tell something was wrong. Making eye contact with him you let burst into more tears and whimper “Seokminnie”, he was by your side in an instant. Rubbing your back he started to rock you placing kisses on your head trying to calm you down. “It’s okay, I am here, I am here and never going to leave you.” The two of you stayed like that for a while, thanking the others didn’t come into the room, even though they could tell something was wrong. “You going to tell me what is wrong?” he said quietly disturbing the silence. You sniffle and close your eyes. Taking a deep breath you start to speak, trying to hold it together. “I’ve been having dreams Seokminnie, dreams which i haven’t told anyone about before” humming to show he was listening and understanding you carry on. “There was so much blood, tons of it, usually it is just about a lone wolf, but this time all of you guys were in it. They tortured you Seok” you burst into tears again “not only you but Chan, Seungkwan, Mingyu, all of you and that brown wolf”. Closing your eyes you could see the massacre. “There were many other wolves too”

Start of the mini massacre scene - Skip the italics if you dont want to read!

You were on your knees, you couldn’t scream. In front of you the dead wolf of Seungcheol lay, his usually pristine light brown and white fur matted with blood, Chan screaming in pain as the hunters laughed stabbing him slowly with a knife, causing extreme pain and a slow death. Seokmin lay against a broken tree barely breathing, blood gushing out of his wounds, a small pale brown wolf which almost looked white in certain light lay dead, a tree trunk stabbing her ripping a giant hole in the middle of her body. It felt a lot like Chunha. Blood covered most of the surrounding area, bodies of werewolves in both forms lay around, dead or near death. A whimper came from behind you and you made eye contact with those familiar eyes of gold, gasping you crawl as best as you can to the dying wolf. Most of his bones were broken, a large wound in his side poured a continuous stream of blood, no matter how hard you tried it didn’t stop. Sobbing you cradle the dying wolf in your arms “I love you, I love you so much�� you confess as a hunter came up behind you “It’s too late little one” he chuckled grabbing your hair yanking your head back as a knife neared your bare throat making the broken wolf in your arms whimper, eyes widening as he witnessed your throat being slit.

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Seokmin wondered if these dreams were linked to the mating bond. You had no idea of the customs of the werewolf community as they tried to keep you out of it as much as they could so you wouldn’t know about the dreams. But he couldn’t help but get angry at the wolf that refused to claim you and would rather let your mind be ripped apart. If he ever met this werewolf he was gonna rip him to shreds. He carried on rocking you till you were okay enough to stand and go down for dinner, but before he did he made sure that your face was all scrubbed so you looked nice and fresh to face the others. You smile at him hip bumping him, “Thanks Seok '' you reach out and squeeze his hand which he gladly returned. “Hey that’s what i'm here for” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the words before dragging you downstairs.

“Y/N!” Jeonghan called as soon as he saw you come outside, he was worried for you but knew you would tell him later on, or Seokmin. Grinning you run to him and you were immediately engulfed in a warm hug. Because your face was squished in his chest you missed the serious look Seokmin gave the latter. Kissing your forehead he gave you a loving smile “You okay?” he looked at you worriedly and you pat his cheeks, “yes of course I am! Seokmin was there to cheer me up as always” causing Jeonghan to roll his eyes and a smirk to appear on Seokmins. “Come on you slow pokes we all are getting hungry here!” a grumpy Mingyu called out, causing all of you to laugh “Okay okay mr grumpy, we shan’t keep you away from your food any longer!” You ruffle his hair which made him grunt and took a seat next to him. “Where is Chan and Seungkwan?” Joshua questioned looking around for the two of the youngest, it was unusual as those two never missed dinner. Sensing something was wrong the guys all stood up and looked towards the forest, causing you to grab the nearest guys hand, which was Mingyus, for comfort. You were not used to these situations arising. Two large familiar werewolves ran into the garden with two unrecognisable wolves chasing them. The two new wolves were fairly large, rivelling the wolf forms of Seungkwan and Chan. Chan was a pure dark grey wolf, which he found boring but you found it made him look majestic. Seungkwan's wolf form you always called Boots, he was a dusty blonde wolf with dark brown around his paws which reminded you of boots. He was slightly smaller than Chan, which annoyed him to no end, but it made you giggle. The other two wolves growled teeth bared, the dark chocolate wolf bigger than the silver grey wolf which had a white tip tail. They sure did not look happy. “Jimin! Taehyung! Back off now” a voice called out causing the two new wolves to falter in their positions and whimper. Hang on, I know those names, you perked up face draining of colour when you saw Namjoon, wait Chungha? Chungha is with them? Well fuck. You thought. This was going to be a mess. Making eye contact with Chungha she gave you a smile and you immediately relaxed, somehow knowing things would be alright.

Oh how you were wrong. What you didn’t notice was that Jungkook was growling at Jeonghan both eyes turning golden as they neared each other not noticing what was going on in their surroundings. Their only focus was on each other. Jungkook had seen the loving smile the blonde haired boy had given you, he had also seen the hug and the forehead kiss. Jealousy was an understatement. And now he knew that he was a werewolf, even if he didn’t smell like one, he was gonna rip him to shreds. Without shifting Jungkook threw a punch to Jeonghan's face causing the blonde haired boy to have a nose bleed. Tutting he wiped his nose “Now that’s not nice, we’ve only just met” he said before throwing a punch back. He may not be as strong as Jungkook but he sure did have speed. “Jungkook what the fuck are you doing?!” A scream shout pulled the two boys apart from their fight, you ran towards the two boys tears streaming down your face, you somehow dodged the hands of the other boys who tried to stop you from getting in the middle of the fight. Seeing Jungkook with a bust lip made you cry even more, your heart went out for him, making eye contact with him he could see the disappointment in your eyes, but also underlying concern. “Y/N…” He went to take a step forward towards you but you broke eye contact with him and ran to Jeonghan instead, cupping his face examining his bleeding nose. Jungkooks heart shattered, did you really choose that werewolf over him? You sobbed more whilst Jeonghan tried comforting you, the others not daring to get any closer, waiting for the right moment, or an order from their respected alphas. After making sure that Jeonghan was okay you turned around and stared at Jungkook, he was taken aback by the anger in your eyes. “Jungkook. Why the fuck did you think it was okay to go and hit my brother?”

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Ruin My Life - Part 7

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fratboy!Jimin - angst (a lot of it too sksks), fluff, humour, smut (but not in this chapter)

Summary - y/n has some more tears left to cry, Mija hoes it up, Eunwoo makes a reappearance, a hero appears to save the day, and Namjoon is a good friend - ft. Jungkook back at it again with the ‘noona!’

Word Count - 9k+

Warnings - you will hate Jimin after this (but give him a chance), drinking, Joon and Mija being good friends again, crying, powerful men, Jungkook being cute.. uh, that’s it, lol (there will be smut in the next chapter and, be warned, it will be... hardcore)

a/n: this is unedited (as per usual sksks) but uh lmk what y’all think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

taglist💕: @keylowmonie @jennafromhome @btrombley13 @springday51818

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‘y/n?’ Mija’s voice breaks through my slumber, making me wake up almost instantly. ‘Babe, what are you doing here? Have you been here all night?’ she asks me as I sit up, stretching as I blink. I take in my surroundings, the corner of the library amongst the astrology books that no one ever uses, and nod, remembering this being my only escape last night. Escape from the sympathetic looks, the comforting words, the prying questions, the sad and pitying friends. Escape from Jimin. It’s been a month since I saw Jeongyeon leaving Jimin’s room, and a tough month it’s been. He hasn’t gone an hour without calling or texting me, and now he’s resorted to waiting outside my lectures for me. I’ve had to beg my lecturers to let me use the back entrance and then practically sprint home. I haven’t been to any parties or bars since it happened, practically becoming a recluse. The boys have all begun blowing up my phone too, and trying to track me down, because I haven’t spoken to any of them either. I’ve had a full frat boy cleanse, and I feel better off for it. The abortion went well, too. The procedure was quick and painless, just as Dr Choi had said, and I only had a little bit of bleeding and stomach cramps for a couple days afterwards. I’m just worried about Chungae opening her big mouth, but surely, she has more sense than that.

‘I was so worried when you didn’t come home last night. Jimin came looking for you,’ Mija says, taking the seat beside me. ‘I know. That’s why I didn’t come back. I saw him going into our block, and I couldn’t face him, so I came here,’ I say, and she places a hand on my back. ‘He said he was worried about you. He said you’ve been avoiding him and his friends, too. He said he thinks you’re angry at him, that he’s done something wrong,’ she says, and my heart aches at her words. He’s right; I am angry at him and he has done something wrong, but I still… care for him. I still don’t want him to be hurting. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was supposed to just move on from me. I sigh, tears pricking at my eyes, and she pulls me into her arms. ‘I’m so sorry, babe. I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this,’ she says soothingly as I try to hold back the tears.

‘Maybe you should confront him now, y/n,’ she suggests, and I sit back, raising my eyebrows at her. ‘I really hope you’re joking because it’s way too late for that now,’ I reply. ‘No, just think about it. What have you got to lose? You can explain to him why you’ve been avoiding him and then he’ll leave you alone, so you don’t have to hide from him,’ she says, and I shake my head, the prospect of speaking to him making me feel sick. ‘You can’t stay like this forever. Avoiding him all the time,’ she says. ‘We’ve only got a few months left here, and I managed to do it for two years, so I’ll be fine,’ I reply, sniffling. ‘Yeah, because he let you. This time, he won’t. He’ll corner you one day. Then, what will you do?’ she challenges. ‘Get out of it. He’ll give it up eventually,’ I reply. ‘I don’t know, y/n. If I were you, I’d do it. I think you’ll regret it if you don’t. And you say you’re over the Jeongyeon thing, right? Why don’t you tell him about your feelings. You can say that you’re angry with him sleeping with her, but you’re willing to overlook it because of the way you feel towards him. It’s not great, but if it makes you happy, why not? I know he likes you, y/n. He always says that if he were to be with someone, it would be you. Every time he talks about not wanting to be in a relationship, it’s not because he doesn’t like you; it’s because he’s commitment-phobic,’ she says, and I sigh. ‘Listen, Mija, I want to tell him. Of course I do, because there will always be that little part of me that has hope, that thinks ‘what if’, but there’s no point. He’s told me time and time again, he’s not the relationships kind of guy. I’ll be setting myself up to fail. And I can’t just let him get away with what he did with Jeongyeon,’ I say.

‘It wouldn’t hurt you to just tell him the truth, y/n. As much as he doesn’t deserve pity, just imagine how he feels right now. One of his closest friends, an important person in his life, someone he cherishes a lot, suddenly broke things off with him by just not speaking to him anymore and has been avoiding him for the past month. He must feel pretty shitty. But so he should, I guess. At least, if you speak to him, confront him, confess to him, whatever it is you choose to do, you can put him out of that misery,’ she says, and I digest her words, realising that she’s right. Jimin is all about validation, so the fact that I’ve cut him off must not bode well for his self-esteem and confidence. I bet he feels shit. ‘You’re right,’ I groan. ‘Speak to him, y/n. You’ll regret it if you don’t,’ she says. And this time, I nod, knowing she’s right. ‘Where is he?’ I ask. ‘They’ve got football training, out on the pitch,’ she says, and I stand up quickly, knocking over my chair. ‘Wait, you’re gonna go speak to him now?’ she asks, taken aback, her eyes wide. ‘If I don’t now, I’ll lose the confidence and then I never will,’ I say, and she nods, still looking quite shocked. ‘Wait. Please can we stop at the bathroom on the way. I just… I have to fix your hair before you go. I’ve got all my stuff with me,’ she says, and I nod with a sigh, knowing it won’t make the best impression if I go speak to Jimin with bird’s nest hair. We dash out of the library, stopping at the toilets, where Mija drags a brush through my hair and slaps some moisturiser and foundation on my face. Followed by concealer, and contour, and brows, and mascara, and highlight, and lipstick, and- ‘Mija! I haven’t got all day!’ I exclaim. ‘Sorry, sorry, let’s go,’ she says, both of us dashing out of the bathroom, and out of the block. ‘I swear to God, life is not on our side right now!’ Mija nearly screams when we step out into the rain. I supress a laugh, knowing there was no point in her beautifying me, and start to drag her down towards the pitch.

As we get closer, my eyes scan the pitch, looking for Jimin, the butterflies in my stomach getting worse by the second. ‘There he is,’ Mija says, pointing to where he stands in the middle of the pitch, chatting to Jungkook. His hair is pasted to his forehead due to the rain, his shirt and shorts clinging to his body, and I try not to let that distract me from what I came to do. It feels like I’ve lost control of my legs, my feet taking steps when I’d much rather be walking the other way. Jungkook spots me first, nudging Jimin who turns to see me marching purposefully towards him, my stomach turning, rain pouring down onto us all. Jungkook steps away when I near Jimin, leaving the two of us alone. ‘Jimin, I have something to say to you,’ I say, the boys pausing their game, all of them watching us with interest, too far away to hear any of my words. I feel like I’m going to be sick, motivated by some weird surge of confidence that only slightly outweighs my urge to run back inside. ‘y/n, I’ve been trying to speak to you for the last month, and you choose now? This isn’t the time,’ he says tiredly, and his reluctance to speak to me is unexpected, making me feel sick inside. ‘Please, Jimin. If I don’t say it now, I never will,’ I plead, and he sighs before nodding, wiping some of the rain from his face. And then it hits me. I am totally, completely, head-over-heels in love with this boy. Even his sleeping with Jeongyeon hasn’t put me off him in the slightest; and all of the things I wanted to shout and scream at him about dissolve on my tongue. And I know exactly what it is I want to say to him.

‘You said to me, that day in the library, that we should sleep together, one last time, unless I caught feelings again, remember?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘Well, I broke the deal, Jimin. I fell for you in those few days we spent together. Harder and harder by the minute, until I was so consumed by my feelings for you that it hurt to even be around you, knowing you weren’t, and would never be, mine. So I used other stupid excuses and distanced myself from you, to try and get over you, to protect myself from the heartbreak, but my feelings for you have only grown in this last month. So that’s why I’m here,’ I say, and take a step towards him, leaving us mere inches apart. This close, I can see the water droplets on his face, the curling eyelashes that frame sparkling brown eyes. If we were any closer, I’m sure he’d be able to hear how hard my heart is beating.

‘I’m done. I’m done protecting myself, shielding myself, trying to stop the hurt. Because that’s life. And it’s only making me unhappy. So I give you permission, Jimin,’ I say, taking his hand in mine and pressing his hand to my chest. ‘My heart is yours. Do what you want with it. Look after it, keep it safe, or break it. I don’t care. I’ve missed you over this past month, almost more than I could bear. I’ve missed you annoying me, pushing me close to the edge all the time. I’ve missed the other side of the bed being taken by you, because it’s been empty and cold, and I hate it. I’ve missed your eyes, your body, your smile, your scent, your taste, the way you run your hands through your hair, the way you used to put your arms around me, the way our legs used to tangle together, and you used to hold me close to you. I’ve missed every single part of you, and I can’t handle it anymore. I’ve missed you more than I should have, and I hope you’ve been missing me too. I just want you to come back to me. I want you to fuck up my nights, bring it all on, make everything wrong. I was so scared of you ruining my life, but now that’s changed. Because I want you to ruin my life, Park Jimin,’ I say, almost all in one breath, holding his hand against my heart the entire time, our eyes locked together. It’s almost like the world has stopped, just the two of us in the pouring rain, my words floating in the air between us.

And then my world falls apart.

‘y/n, I’m sorry,’ he breathes out, pulling his hand away and taking a step back from me. ‘Jimin,’ I whisper, feeling my heart ache. ‘I just… I can’t,’ he says, eyes dark and hard, face set with no emotion. ‘Jimin, I don’t care if you don’t think you’re good for me, or if you’re not the relationships kinda guy. Just give us a try,’ I plead, my voice wobbling, knowing how desperate I sound. ‘y/n, stop,’ he says, turning his head away from me, and I take another step towards him. ‘No, Jimin, please just give us a chance. I know we can work,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘I… I slept with Jeongyeon,’ he says, and I show no reaction, registering the surprise in his face at my lack of anger or sadness… or anything. ‘I know, Jimin. And I don’t care,’ I say, watching his mouth fall open before he closes it swiftly. ‘You don’t care? y/n, that’s not you. You’d never allow someone to cheat on you,’ he says, confused. ‘Yeah, but it wasn’t cheating. We weren’t together. Just one chance, Jimin,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Tell me what’s making you say no, and I’ll try to fix it, change it,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘You can’t, y/n,’ he says, and I can see him hesitating. ‘Why?’ I demand, heart hurting. ‘Nothing can change the fact that… that I’m not in love with you,’ he says, the words breaking my heart into two. I take a step back from him, my hands balled up together at my chest as the words resound in my ears. ‘y/n,’ he says, reaching out towards me, and I flinch away from his touch, the way he retracts his hand physically hurting me. ‘y/n, please,’ he says, and I shake my head, looking up at him, my eyes meeting his, trying to see any kind of deceit in them. But there’s nothing. Nothing but cold, hard truth. ‘No, Jimin. You made me believe we had something. You strung me along, kept me as your little toy just so you could break my heart in the end. Planning our family, our kids, our life together. Staying the morning after, the afternoon after, even the night after. Taking me out to dinner, giving me a promise ring, calling me pet names. Confiding in me, trusting me, being vulnerable with me. I thought it was genuine, I thought you cared for me. But you were just using me. How long did you plan to use me, Jimin? Until the next pretty girl walked into your life? Until you fell in love with someone, someone that never would’ve been me, which you knew all along?’ I demand, hysterically, the tears that fall down my face mingling with the rain. He stays silent, staring at me blankly, and it’s like I can see his walls going up, blocking me out in the cold like I’ve never been before. ‘And, the worst thing is that after all this, after me being the one hurting and in love, I’ll still be the one hurting. You can just continue on with your perfect life, find someone to replace me with. But you’re irreplaceable in my life, Jimin,’ I sob, whole body shaking with my tears. ‘y/n,’ he says, staring at me with an unreadable expression, and I shake my head. ‘Fuck you,’ I whisper, turning away from him and marching off the pitch, tears still streaming down my face, head held high.

‘You’re not gonna like what I’ve got to say,’ Mija says from the door of my bedroom, and I pause Dynasty on Fallon’s face, scrunched up in irritation. I can’t say I blame her for pulling the slightly unattractive face; life is pretty shit at the moment, for the both of us. ‘Don’t say it, then,’ I reply, and Mija rolls her eyes. ‘You know I’m gonna say it anyway,’ she says, slowly making her way into my room, keeping a safe distance from my bed. ‘You’re a mess,’ she says bluntly, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘What’s new?’ I ask, and she shakes her head. ‘I’m serious, y/n. You’ve missed like a week’s worth of lectures, not to mention all the parties, and everyone has been asking about you. They’re all worried, y/n, and so am I. You’ve been wearing those clothes for over a week. You haven’t showered. Your hair looks like a birds’ nest, no exaggeration. You’ve been eating nothing but junk food, not a single piece of fruit, so I can’t even imagine how constipated you must be. Your room stinks of stale food and, I’m sorry to say it but, body odour. When was the last time you brushed your teeth, or washed your face, or dragged a comb through your hair? I get that you’re heartbroken, but it’s gone too far now. It’s time for me to intervene,’ Mija says, each word hitting me like a ton of bricks; she’s right, I am a mess.

It’s been a week and three days since Jimin brutally rejected me on the football pitch. Since then, I have not left my room except to get my takeaways from the front door. My phone has been blowing up; texts and calls from the ASP boys (except Jimin obviously), people in my classes, loads of our sorority friends, our accommodation neighbours, Eunwoo and other boys from his frat. It seems everyone’s heard about what a sad embarrassment I am. And Mija’s right; as disgusting as it is, I haven’t showered or brushed my hair or teeth. I really am the definition of a mess. Yes, it’s been hard, but it’s no excuse to live like this. ‘Fuck, I’m vile,’ I mutter, throwing the covers off me, the sound of cellophane and plastic crunching from all the empty food packets on my bed, and jump up onto my feet. ‘Do not come any closer,’ Mija says, holding out a hand, her other hand covering her nose. ‘Sorry,’ I say sheepishly, going past her into my en suite. I peel off all my clothes and throw them straight into the bin, knowing no amount of fabric softener and washing powder will ever make me want to wear them again (good thing they’re only sweats). I climb into the shower, not caring what the temperature of the water is and let it pour down over my head, just standing there for minutes. Then I shampoo my hair three times (it needed it, trust me) and wash my body four times (needed it too) before conditioning twice, trying to restore my usually perfect hair to itself again. Once I’m done in the shower (after around an hour), I brush my teeth and then head back into my bedroom wrapped up in a towel to find it clean again, Mija stood in the middle of the room wearing one of my masks over her face and gloves on her hands. My bed is stripped of its sheets, presumably being washed, and a black bag sits beside the door, probably full of empty Chinese food boxes, curry containers and pizza boxes. ‘You’re welcome,’ she says before I can even thank her. ‘Thank you, best best-friend-in-the-world,’ I say, throwing my arms around her and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. ‘God, you actually smell good again,’ she says, and I shove her jokingly.

‘Right, I’ve got something else to say that you won’t like,’ she says, and I lift an eyebrow. ‘Is that why you’ve cleaned my room?’ I ask. ‘No. Okay, maybe,’ she says sheepishly, and I roll my eyes. ‘Hit me with it,’ I say, bracing myself. ‘I want you to come out with me tonight,’ she says tentatively. ‘Oh. No,’ I say, sitting down atop my bed, and she sighs. ‘Please, y/n. We used to go out together every weekend. We’ve missed like eight weekends in a row,’ she says, and my shoulders drop from tiredness. ‘Mija, I’m really not in the mood to go to any frat parties tonight, and sorority parties are always shit, you know that. I don’t want to run into anyone,’ I say, and her eyes light up. ‘I am so glad you said that, because now you can’t say no. I don’t want you to go to a party with me; I wanna go to a bar. And you can’t say no, so start getting ready,’ she says, heading towards the door. ‘Oh, and wear something nice! I’m wearing my black bodycon dress with the black and white racer jacket!’ she calls over her shoulder. I sigh, heading over to my wardrobe and throwing it open, eyes scanning over the countless items I’ve never worn due to being self-conscious. And then I make a decision. Fuck it; I’m turning into a hoe tonight, and ain’t no one gonna stop me.

‘Damn, girl, is that a second skin?’ Mija asks when I walk into the living room, looking me up and down appreciatively. ‘You know it. I’m going full hoe mode tonight, teetering on whore mode,’ I say, and Mija’s eyebrows raise, eyes wide. ‘Okay, I gotchu, sis, I gotchu. We gon’ find you a man tonight, no little boys for you, baby girl,’ Mija says, and I shoot her a wide smile, on her wave length. I desperately need a rebound. I’m dressed in a pair of jeans that don’t quite reach my ankle, so tight that if I breathe out too aggressively, the button will fly off and hit somebody in the face, and a black wraparound crop top, showing off a little bit of stomach and a lot of cleavage. On my feet are a pair of black sock boots, a gold choker around my neck and gold hoops in my ears. I don’t carry a bag, knowing I’ll probably leave it somewhere, and my phone is tucked into my front jeans pocket. I don’t have any money with me because I don’t need it; I can get an uber on my phone, I have apple pay if I decide to get a kebab or something on the way home, and I’ll be getting gullible men to buy me drinks tonight (okay, I might be a feminist, but that doesn’t mean I’m opposed to a man paying for me if he so wishes, alright? Don’t judge me). ‘Right, let’s go, then,’ Mija says, both of us heading out of the apartment and sneaking down to where our Uber is waiting before our enthusiastic RA sees us and interrogates us as to where we’re going. We jump into the Uber, the short ride to the bar taken up by us taking selfies and videos for Snapchat (gotta let everyone know I’m still a bad bitch).

When we arrive, the queue is relatively long to get in considering it’s the least trashy bar in the area, and we trudge to the back of the queue, Mija cussing me out for taking so long to get ready otherwise we already would’ve been inside, hoeing it up. And then someone shouts after us, both of us turning to look. ‘Hey, y/n! Mija!’ Chen from KPN says, waving at us from the door of the bar. The bouncer looks between us suspiciously. ‘Y’all gotta queue, you know?’ the bouncer says, and Chen smiles at him. ‘They were with me, and I’m VIP,’ Chen says, holding up a VIP card that I didn’t know existed for this bar. ‘Then what are y’all doing outside?’ the bouncer asks sceptically, and Chen laughs. ‘They were having a smoke,’ Chen replies. ‘Fine, go in,’ the bouncer says, Mija and I exchanging a glance as we follow Chen in. ‘Thanks, Chen, you’re a real one,’ I say to the boy who grins at us. ‘No problem. It’s not like it inconvenienced me anyway. You two look nice,’ he says, looking us up and down as he leads us towards the bar. ‘Thanks, Chen. So do you,’ I reply, admiring the boy’s ass in his jeans. As much as I find Chen ridiculously attractive, trying to get him into bed would be fruitless, considering he’s gay. Though, that fact isn’t common knowledge; I only know from when I was dating Eunwoo and accidently stumbled into the wrong bedroom after a very long night to find Chen and a very handsome stranger lying in bed together. Well, doing more than just lying anyway. Long story short, Chen freaked out, told the guy to leave because no one knew he was gay, and I told him to relax and that I wouldn’t tell anyway, to get back to business and then I left. We’ve never spoken about it since, and I remained true to my word, not breathing a single thing about him to anyway, not even my boyfriend at the time.

‘What do you two want to drink?’ he asks, clasping onto my hand and dragging me through the throng of people waiting for drinks. They let him through to the front because he’s ridiculously handsome and life’s unfair that way, and I reach a hand out to pull Mija through with me before realising she’s already disappeared. ‘Well, Mija’s gone, but I want the hard stuff. Hit me with the shots, Chen,’ I say, taking a seat at a stool, my hand still in Chen’s as he orders two shots of tequila, one each, flashing his VIP card. ‘How did you get a VIP card?’ I ask him, and he grins. ‘Dad’s best mate own the bar, so I get drinks on the house and free entry for my friends and myself,’ he says, and I nod, impressed. ‘Well, I might be gracing the bar with my presence more often now,’ I say, Chen laughing as the bartender puts the shots down beside us. We clink the glasses together, downing them in one, and as I put the glass back down, my eyes focus on the group of people dancing in the middle of the bar to the obscure RnB song playing in the background. Or rather, my eyes focus on Jimin in the group of people dancing, his hands on a girl, dick pressed against her ass. My heart stops, and then I feel rage bubbling up when I see that the girl is Jeongyeon. What a dick.

‘What’s happened?’ Chen asks, and I jut my chin out in Jimin’s direction, Chen spotting him immediately. ‘Four more shots please,’ Chen says to the bartender who puts them down almost instantly, reading my mind. We take two each in quick succession, my throat burning, but I ignore it, knowing I need to get fucked if I wanna enjoy this night. ‘Here, don’t think about him. Let’s have a god night tonight. It’s been a while since we had a night out together. Not since you broke up with Eunwoo – not that I blame you, he is a bit of a dick. Let’s make this a good catch-up… unless you were looking to be dicked down? Because you know I ain’t the one for that,’ he says, making me laugh. ‘I was, but that can wait for later. Let’s have a catch-up,’ I say to him, and he grins, ordering a gin and tonic for himself, and a martini for me. We head over to an empty booth with a good view of the bar, and then he makes me sit on the side where I can’t see the dancefloor and, more importantly, Jimin and Jeongyeon.

We sit and gossip for ages, being brought a steady flow of drinks due to Chen’s VIP card, and so after a while, he’s bursting for the toilet. ‘Go, you idiot, don’t hold it,’ I laugh, my words slightly slurred, due to the fact I lost count of how many drinks I’ve had around an hour ago. I get out my phone, seeing a text from Mija to say that she saw me with Chen and she’s gone home with some guy called Jackson, and to let her know if I need her. She’s also sent me Jackson’s address, in case he’s a serial killer. I send a text back telling her about the only thing he’ll want to murder, and before I can even lock my phone, Chen’s sliding back into the seat opposite me. ‘That was quick, I thought there’d be at least a bit of a queue,’ I say, my words trailing off when I realise that Chen is, in fact, not back, and Eunwoo is now sat opposite me. ‘Hey, y/n,’ he says with a handsome grin, my eyes trailing over his appearance. He looks amazing, as per usual, his dark clothes hugging his slim figure nicely. ‘I ignored your texts for a reason, Woo,’ I say, taking a sip of my drink, and he laughs. ‘I just wanted to check up on you. I heard about what Jimin did to you, and I wanted to see if you were okay. I actually stopped by one day and dropped you off some cupcakes from Betty’s, because I know they’re your favourites, but Mija must not have told you,’ he says gently, his words surprisingly making my heart melt. I did, in fact, receive some Betty’s cupcakes (which I’d devoured within minutes), but Mija hadn’t told me they were from Eunwoo, instead taking the credit for herself. I don’t blame her – she obviously didn’t want me to know that my ex was being nice to me, knowing I have zero willpower and probably would’ve jumped back into his bed again.

‘Thanks, Woo, that’s really nice of you. But, yeah, I’m fine,’ I say, knocking back my drink, and Eunwoo waves his hand in the air, summoning a waiter. ‘Hell, yeah, you are,’ he replies under his breath, obviously not expecting me to hear, and the waiter arrives within seconds. ‘Can we get two margaritas please? Be generous with the tequila and stingy with the orange,’ Eunwoo says, flashing a VIP card between his fingers. I’m weak for a powerful man and the way he looks combined with the way the waiter goes rushing off to get the drinks makes my head spin slightly. ‘Woo, come on. I’m not making this mistake again,’ I say, and he clutches his chest. ‘Did you really just call me a mistake? I’m hurt. It’s not the first time, though. Imagine your older brother telling you that your dad told him that after you rushed KPN, he wished he’d wrapped it before he tapped it?’ Eunwoo says, coaxing a surprised laugh out of me, the boy smiling at my reaction. ‘Woo, I’m serious. I might be drunk, but I’m not drunk enough to go back to you,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘I don’t want you to come back to me. I just wanna have a drink together,’ he says, and I look at him sceptically. He holds up his hands in a surrendering motion and I laugh. ‘I’m being serious, y/n. As much as I miss being in a relationship with you, I miss you as a person. We used to be good friends before we actually got together, and I miss having you in my life. Is it that much of a crime to want to catch up with you?’ he asks, and I feel my heart and head arguing, both saying opposite things. My heart wins; ‘fine, we’ll have a catch up.’

A couple hours (and more than a couple drinks) later, Eunwoo and I are both laughing at something. I forgot what it is though, we started laughing so long ago. ‘What time is it?’ I ask him, and he checks his expensive watch. ‘9.42. Wait, no, 4.17. Wait, I don’t know. I can’t tell the time,’ he says, thrusting his arm to me, knocking over an empty glass in the process. ‘Eunwoo!’ I exclaim, putting the glass upright again, trying not to laugh, before I take his arm into my hands, his soft skin against my fingers. ‘It’s… 1.28. How did you get 9.42 and 4.17 from that?’ I laugh, but he doesn’t laugh along, eyes trained on my hands on him. ‘Woo,’ I start to say, but he gets up hastily. ‘Let’s dance. We haven’t even danced all night,’ he says, pulling me up after him, leading me over to the dancefloor before I have a chance to reply. Not like I’m going to disagree in my inebriated state; I’m always down to dance, even more so with a bit of alcohol in me. A song by The Weeknd pulses through the room as Eunwoo and I merge into the group of dancers, his hands landing on my waist. The alcohol in my system seems to push out the warnings and the bad memories with the boy in front of me, and instead all I can think about is the fact that he’s extremely good-looking with better-than-subpar dick. I let his hands roam all over me, my own hands clasping onto the back of his neck, our bodies pushed together. He isn’t an amazing dancer, not like Jimin, but he’s okay, and he lets me do most of the work, my body rolling against his in a way that feels nice in a lazy way, like a summer breeze or a cool glass of Vanilla Coke (I don’t care what anyone says but Vanilla Coke is elite and that is that on that). After a while, I realise that his thigh is pushed between my two legs and he notices me noticing. Instead of reprimanding him as I should, I begin to grind down onto his thigh. His mouth drops slightly, hands clutching at lower back, before he leans down. ‘D’you wanna go have a smoke?’ he asks against my ear, and I think his offer over for a moment. It’s obvious he’s not just offering me weed, he wants to take me home. And I find myself being up for it. I know he’ll give me a good time, and he’s definitely clean, refusing to ever have sex without a condom. It just has to be a one-time thing.

‘Let’s get one more drink for the road first,’ I suggest, and he grins a satisfied grin. ‘I’ll go get them, you go sit in the booth first,’ he says, both of us going separate ways. I take my seat at the booth we were sat at before, thankfully still empty, and pull out my phone to check for any texts from Mija, but there’s nothing. Eunwoo slides into the booth opposite me as I lock my phone, and I look up with a smile, before realising it’s not Eunwoo. ‘Jimin,’ I breathe out, smile disappearing as I flinch back from him. ‘y/n, I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now, but I had to come check on you,’ he begins, angering me to the core. ‘I’m fine,’ I spit out, and he sighs. ‘y/n, please. I’m worried about you. Why are you with him?’ he asks, and I shake my head, fury coursing through my veins. ‘Don’t act like you care. You lost the right to be concerned about me and my life,’ I hiss, hands balled into fists with anger. ‘y/n, don’t do this. I just need to know that you’re okay with him, that you’re safe, that he’s not forcing you into anything,’ he asks, completely closed off, no emotion coming through at all. ‘I’m okay, I’m safe, and I’m not being forced into anything. He just wanted to check up on me. See if I was okay, after what you did,’ I say without a hint of emotion, the words dead and cold.

He flinches at the way I speak to him, but doesn’t say anything, knowing he doesn’t have a leg to stand on. He goes to reply but Eunwoo appears then, putting four shots down onto the table. I wait for one of them to start on the other, but it doesn’t happen; instead, Eunwoo smiles a brilliant smile and holds out a hand to Jimin. ‘Hey, hyung, how are you?’ he asks, Jimin taking his hand hesitantly. ‘I’m alright, Eunwoo, how are you?’ Jimin replies warily. ‘I’m good, thank you. Here, y/n, I thought we might as well go for the hard stuff,’ he says, pushing two of the shots towards me. We both down them within seconds, Jimin watching us with an unreadable expression, before I rise from the booth. ‘Thank you for your concern, Jimin, but we’re leaving now. I’m sure Jeongyeon’s waiting for you somewhere. Probably in the toilets,’ I say venomously, and I know it’s a new low, but I can’t help it, and I feel even better when he opens and closes his mouth like a fish, not knowing what to say. I put my arm around Eunwoo’s waist and lead him away, feeling like a boss bitch with the knowledge that Jimin is most definitely watching us walk away now, his eyes – without a doubt – trained on my ass, or rather, Eunwoo’s hand on my ass.

Once Eunwoo and I step outside the club, the cold air hits me and I feel my head becoming light with all the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight. Eunwoo holds me up so I don’t fall and leads me to an Uber he must have already ordered, helping me in and sliding in beside me. He makes small talk with the driver, one big hand on my leg, as I send a quick text to Mija to let her know my whereabouts. I lock my phone once done, and sling a leg over Eunwoo’s lap, who regards me with a predatory gaze as one of my hands rests on his chest. He places one hand on my chin, tilting my head up and gently brushing his lips against mine before pulling away. My eyes flutter closed, waiting for him to continue, and then I feel his lips on mine again, this time with more force. He pushes my lips apart, tongue delving into my mouth within moments, and his hand wraps into my hair, pulling me closer. I let him take control, one hand still on his chest and the other on the side of his face, our mouths moving in sync. He distracts me completely, pushing Jimin out of my mind, and after a few minutes, we pull up outside the frat house.

Eunwoo pushes some notes into the driver’s hand as a tip and leads me up to the house, our hands clasped together. He pushes the unlocked door open and leads me through the familiar frat house that I spent countless days and nights in, cooking for my friends, having movie nights in the living room with more of us than there were seats, sleeping in Eunwoo’s room, and not-sleeping in Eunwoo’s room. When we enter his room, I’m hit with such a strong sense of nostalgia that I freeze in the doorway. He sits down on the bed, looking up at me with an amused smile, and leans back on his hands. ‘Weird?’ he asks, and I nod, still unable to move. And then, in my drunken state, it’s almost as though this image of himself he’s managed to put into my mind tonight melts away, revealing the boy he truly is. The boy that used to manipulate me and lie to me. The boy that was so possessive he’d manage to make me feel guilty every time I spoke to a different boy. The boy that’d win me over with gifts and sex and showing me off to everyone. The boy that lost me the second he beat me up for texting a boy in my class about the assignment we’d been set. ‘I’m just gonna go toilet real quick, and then I’ll be back. Just sit on the bed, make yourself at home,’ he says with a smile, sinister now rather than sexy as it was in the bar. I nod as he gets up and I take the seat he was sat in, waiting until I hear the lock on the door click.

My breathing starts to speed up, my mind swimming, and tears start to fall from my face. Despite still being drunk, I know that this is the worst decision I could make if I decide to go through with this. How could I have even kissed him? I check my phone, dozens of texts and calls from Mija, presumably to ask what the fuck I was thinking, and I rise from the bed, going light-headed. I stumble towards the door, trying to be as quiet as possible, and leave his room, feeling better the second I do. And then I spot his door, knowing this could be a lifeline for me. I knock gently, whispering his name through the door, and he opens the door. ‘y/n? You came home with him?’ Chen demands, and I dissolve into floods of tears, Chen pulling me into his arms. ‘God, what were you thinking? I saw you sat with him, but you looked like you were having a go at him, so I thought you’d be okay to deal with him yourself. I knew I should’ve come over,’ he says, self-deprecatingly, and I shake my head. ‘Don’t, it’s my own fault. But, please, Chen, help me get out before he comes out the toilet,’ I beg, and Chen nods, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the stairs.

I hear Eunwoo’s voice saying my name, probably wondering where I am, and Chen does too, speeding up as he drags me down the stairs. He throws open the front door and then I realise my shoes are no longer on my feet, having kicked them off outside Eunwoo’s room as I always did. He may be a frat boy, but his room was always spotless, and he’d have a fit if someone wore shoes in his room. ‘Chen, my shoes,’ I say, a hiccup breaking up my words, and Chen sighs. ‘Come on,’ he says, lifting me up into his arms and out through the front door, shutting it behind him. The cold air makes my head spin again, and I burst into tears again, audibly sobbing into Chen’s chest as he walks away from the house. He walks for a few minutes, my sobs not ceasing the entire time, and it’s only when he stops, I look away from his chest to work out where we are. The sight I see makes me cry harder. ‘I know, I know, but I couldn’t exactly walk you to your apartment, and Mija’s probably getting dicked down somewhere so she couldn’t get you, and my car’s in the shop so I can’t drive you home, and I’m not putting you in a taxi by yourself in this state,’ he says all in one breath. ‘How can I go in there? I can’t face him,’ I say, and Chen shakes his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He dials a number and it rings for a few moments before the person answers.

‘Hey, Namjoon. Yeah, I’m good. Basically, I’ve got y/n with me, outside your frat house right now. Can she stay the night with you? It’s a long story, she’ll explain it to you. Yeah, just don’t let… him know she’s here. Okay, thanks bro. In a minute,’ Chen says, tucking his phone back into his pocket once he’s done. ‘I didn’t know you and Namjoon were friends,’ I say, having calmed down now. ‘No one does. Both being frat leaders, we have to stay in contact to make sure our frat events and parties don’t clash, and we’ve ended up becoming friends over the years,’ Chen explains, just as Namjoon appears around the side of the house. ‘Here, come through the back, Jimin’s in the living room so he’ll see you otherwise,’ Namjoon says. ‘You’re gonna have to carry her, she left her shoes,’ Chen says, Namjoon sighing before holding out his arms. ‘Sorry, I would’ve gone barefoot, but not in your frat,’ I say as Chen hands me to Namjoon. ‘It’s alright. Thanks for looking after her, Chen,’ Namjoon says, and Chen smiles. ‘It was no problem. I’ll see you soon, y/n, stay safe, babe,’ he says, and I smile. ‘See you, Chen,’ I reply, watching as he leaves. ‘Right, come on, you weirdo,’ Namjoon says, carrying me around to the back of the house, ‘you’ve got a story to tell me. Getting dropped off by Chen in the middle of the night, barefoot and crying. Who are you, Cinderella?’

‘Wait. So let me get this straight. You actually were pregnant?’ Namjoon asks, and I nod as I shovel cereal into my mouth, tucked up amongst his (probably disgusting) bedsheets. ‘And you got an abortion?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘And Chungae saw you?’ he asks, and I sigh. ‘Yes, Namjoon,’ I say, and he becomes sheepish. ‘Sorry, I’m just… surprised. Does Jimin knows?’ he asks. ‘No, and you can’t tell him,’ I say, and he nods. ‘I wouldn’t anyway. But, y/n, how the hell have you gotten through all this alone?’ he asks. ‘Well, I had Mija,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘You know what I mean. She’s your best friend, and probably your best support system, but it seems to me you’ve only got one person in your life at the moment. What about your parents?’ he asks. ‘They don’t know. They’d be furious if they found out. I’m pretty sure they think I’m still a good little virgin,’ I say, and he laughs at that. ‘But, yeah, they’re abroad, in Cuba which is where their business is based. I go and stay with them during summer,’ I say, and he nods. ‘y/n, you should’ve come to me. You know I’ve always got your back,’ he says, and his words make my heart warm. ‘I know, Joon, but I just couldn’t bear to face anyone. All I got were pitying looks and I knew what everyone would be thinking when they see me. I can’t put myself through that, Joon. You know what I’m like,’ I say, and he nods, knowing exactly what I’m like. ‘But you know what I’m like, too, and I wouldn’t have pitied you, y/n. I’m actually proud of you. You’ve handled yourself with such dignity and class. Park looks like the dickhead, and you look like the bad bitch who, yes, she caught feelings, but she also told him what for on the football pitch,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘Thanks, Joon. I appreciate that,’ I say, watching with mild disgust as he pours my leftover cereal milk into his mouth.

‘No problem. Also, I know this really isn’t the right time, but I’ve been thinking,’ he begins. ‘No,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘You haven’t even heard what I want to say yet!’ he exclaims indignantly, and I shrug. ‘Don’t care. I know it’s gonna be something stupid,’ I say, and he looks at me with mock hurt. ‘Fine, tell me,’ I say, leaning back, and he grins a triumphant grin. ‘I’ve been planning our end-of-year rager, and as you know, it is our last year at school,’ he says, and I nod. Despite all being different ages, our course lengths worked out that we all finish the same year. Jungkook was supposed to finish next year but he’s been put onto a degree apprenticeship, meaning that he still has a year left, but will be completing his last year at the company who offered him the degree apprenticeship, so he won’t be attending university next year at all, no lectures, exams, nothing. Because of that, he begged (and begged) the university to let him join in with this year’s graduation so he could graduate with the rest of them, and they gave in eventually.

‘So, I wanted to do something different with this year’s party,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ASP’s end-of-year parties are infamous; more booze than anyone needs, music loud enough to be heard a mile-off, no entry fee or limit on people. They’re always insane and almost always end with the police showing up, and the house is always a state at the end, all of the boys coming in over summer to get it back to normal, ready for their start-of-year party. ‘Go on,’ I prompt, and he smiles. ‘I’ve booked a function room in a hotel instead,’ he says, and my eyes widen. ‘Oh, okay then. ASP going fancy now then, huh?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘We all gotta wear fancy shit, and there’s gonna be fancy food and fancy drink, but not so fancy music,’ he says, coaxing a laugh from me. ‘Sounds amazing, Joon, honestly. I don’t know if I’ll be attending, though, not after everything,’ I say, and he frowns. ‘Well, I was gonna ask you something else,’ he says, and I side-eye him. ‘I was wondering if you wanted to be my date,’ he says, and I raise my eyebrows. ‘Your date? Why?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘Because you won’t come otherwise. And I’m putting a limit on the guest list because if there’s too many people, it’ll turn mad, and I paid a very big deposit that I want back. If you’re not a date/plus one of one of the frat boys, you’re not coming,’ he says, and my mouth drops open.

‘What? What kind of ASP end-of-year party is that?’ I demand, and he laughs. ‘I don’t want it to be an ASP rager like normal. I want it to actually be a celebration of our time here, and what good would it be if everyone at our Uni was there? It’s better this way because it’ll only be our close friends and we can actually have a good time and enjoy ourselves, rather than getting absolutely fucked, passing out on the floor, and waking up the next morning with your shirt and shoes missing, lying in a pool of your own vomit,’ he says. ‘But that’s what ASP end-of-year parties are all about,’ I whine, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Would it make you feel better if you knew we’re having one of the normal end-of-year parties as well, just with less of a budget because it’s going mainly to the posh one,’ he says, and I grin. As disgusting and messy and dirty they are, the ragers are tradition, and it’d be wrong to leave without them having another one. It'd ruin Namjoon’s legacy as the best ASP president the frat has seen.

‘But, anyway. Will you be my date?’ he asks, and I hesitate. ‘Let me think it over. When is it?’ I ask, and he thinks for a moment. ‘Seven weeks yesterday, because the big rager is the Saturday before,’ he says, and I can’t believe how quick the end of the year has come around already. ‘I’ll get back to you, at the latest, the weekend before the big rager. Is that enough notice?’ I ask, and he frowns. ‘Well, now, because if you say no, then I’ll have to find someone else within two weeks,’ he grumbles, and I roll my eyes. ‘Joon, don’t be ridiculous. You’d find someone easy. You could go outside, ask the first person you see to be your date, and it’s 90% likely they’d say yes. You’ll be fine finding a date,’ I say. ‘Only 90%?’ he jokes, and before I can give a stinging reply, someone knocks at the door.

Both of our eyes widen, panic on both of our faces, and it’s not until the person speaks that we act; ‘Namjoon hyung? It’s Jungkook.’ Joon pulls me up from the bed, calling out ‘one second’, and pushes me towards his closet. The second I open the door and see the clothes and empty takeout boxes piled up on the floor, I turn to look at Namjoon and shake my head. ‘Get in, y/n!’ he hisses, and I shake my head. ‘No way!’ I hiss back. ‘Hyung, you okay? I can hear whispering,’ Jungkook calls, and I motion for Namjoon to just let him in. Namjoon opens the door a tiny crack, looking to see if there’s anyone else in the corridor, and I hear Jungkook ask, ‘hyung, wha-’ but Namjoon pulls him into the room before he can finish his sentence, Jungkook’s words cut off by a yelp. ‘Ow,’ he says indignantly, rubbing at his arm as Namjoon shuts the door, before Jungkook spots me, staring at me in surprise. I don’t blame him. I look a right state; messy bedhead, dressed in a pair of Namjoon’s far-too-big socks and a far-too-big t-shirt that probably does nothing to hide my boobs and black panties I wear beneath.

‘Noona?!’ he exclaims, moving forward to hug me, and I hold a finger up to mouth. ‘Shut it!’ I hiss as Namjoon shushes him, Jungkook stopping in his tracks. ‘Hey, JK,’ I say quietly, pulling the younger boy into a hug. ‘Noona, where have you been? I’ve missed you,’ he says sadly, and I laugh. It’s funny; I only spent a few days with Jimin, less than a week, I think, and I formed such a strong bond with him and the boys over that time. It warms my heart that Jungkook seems so happy to see me. ‘Wallowing. But, never mind that, you can’t tell anyone I’m here, okay?’ I say, and he nods, pretending to zip his lips shut. ‘What are you doing here anyway?’ he asks, and Namjoon and I exchange a glance. ‘Long story short, I got drunk, decided to go home with Eunwoo, then realised I was an idiot, tried to escape before he realised I was gone with help from Chen who then brought me here to spend the night with this lanky idiot who hogs the blankets,’ I say, Namjoon letting out an indignant noise.

‘Um, okay. But honestly, noona, you can’t just disappear on us like that. We missed you, but we were worried as well. Mija noona would never let us into the apartment when we tried to come over. Just because of what happened with my stupid hyung, you can’t let that break our friendships apart. Okay?’ he asks, and I nod, endeared to no end at how sweet he’s being. You’d never think this was the boy nearly tearing my pussy apart with aforementioned stupid hyung. I sit down on the bed in my previous position, completely lying down except for my head which rests against the headboard, probably giving me a very attractive double chin, with my feet in Namjoon’s lap. Jungkook joins us on the bed, crossing his long legs adorably, and grinning at me. ‘Has hyung told you about our posh party?’ he asks, and I nod, trying to hold back a laugh when he says, ‘will you be my date then, noona?’

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