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Bittersweet || myg (2)

Pairing: Yoongi x ReaderOther Tags: Grad Student!Yoongi, Undergrad!Reader, Grad Student!Hoseok, Uncle!Namjoon, Doctor!Namjoon, Grad Student!Jimin, Fuckboy!Jungkook, GradStudent!Jungkook, Boss!Seokjin, Yoongi POV Genre: College!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, kinda Student/Teacher but not really, Older!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Word Count: 19.9k+ Summary: When a cynical graduate student meets an overly enthusiastic undergraduate, the air crackles with tension—though not all of it is good. Warnings: Mean!Yoongi, bitter grad student to the max, strong language, Jimin is still a snitch, possible wrong science information (i'm sorry i'm not perfect), sexual tension, Yoongi pining and being in love for almost 20k words, kissing at work, almost caught, graphic s*x scenes, non-descriptive smut as well, Jealous!Yoongi, i'm sorry but this JK is kind of a slime ball, Reader knows what she's doing, they're adorable, lots of bickering, drunk Yoon, drunk texting, they're both the biggest dorks on the planet, reader sleep talks, multiple sex scenes, oral (m&f receiveing), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, handjobs, all things considered these two are very vanilla, some dirty talk, reader mostly takes charge, public sex, sex at work, shower sex, again they're still dorks even when they're in bed, let me know if I missed anything... A/N: Here's the second (and final) installment of this little two-shot. Thanks for reading!

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I decided not to make a fuss about the stupid recruitment party. It was just a way for them to shove fresh-faced recruits down our throats, anyway. Instead of hitching a ride with Hoseok and Serena, I opted to walk alone, letting the cool night air wash over me. The campus felt both familiar and alien in the twilight, the shadows stretching long and eerie across the cracked pavement. Walking had always been my way of clearing my head, but tonight it felt like a futile exercise.

As soon as I stepped inside the venue, the noise slammed into me—laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses mingling into a chaotic symphony of youthful energy. I scanned the room, and when my eyes landed on her, I couldn’t help but groan. Y/N was there, and she was wearing those jeans—God, they looked painted on, hugging her curves in a way that sent my pulse racing. Her legs stretched endlessly, accentuated by those unforgiving black heels that screamed danger. My throat tightened with the realization: she was wearing fuck-me heels.

Fuck me indeed…

I shook my head, forcing myself to look away, as if her mere presence was some twisted magnet pulling me closer. I made my way to the bar at the back, seeking refuge against the wall while I nursed a drink, pretending to be absorbed in the chaos around me. But it didn’t take long before my eyes betrayed me, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame. She was laughing with a group of kids—probably this year’s recruits—her smile radiant and infectious.

Then, like a bad omen, Jungkook sauntered in, drink in hand, striding over to her with that cocky grin of his.

“Yoongi’s here! Let the party begin!” Serena’s voice cut through my thoughts, grating like nails on a chalkboard. I grimaced.

“What took you so long? Had trouble matching that sweater?” Hoseok appeared behind her, donning a tie that screamed ‘pretentious.’

I shot Serena a look, raising an eyebrow, and she responded with a smirk, clearly reveling in my discomfort.

“Yeah… not all of us have the privilege of being dressed by our girlfriends,” I muttered, bitterness creeping into my tone.

“Come on… I kid, I kid,” Hoseok laughed, draping an arm over my shoulder.

“I’ll leave you two to your bromance,” Serena rolled her eyes, tossing her hair back. “I better go suck up to my P.I.”

“How are you?” Hoseok’s tone shifted, sensing the dark cloud hanging over me.

“I’m peachy,” I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“I see…” He glanced in Y/N’s direction. “Oh… I see.”

“Yeah, well, Jungkook’s trying to get her drunk,” I hissed through clenched teeth, watching as he leaned in closer.

“Right. Jeon’s all over your zygote’s business,” he replied, a knowing smirk on his lips.

I groaned into my beer, bitterness churning in my stomach.

“C’mon! More drinking, less brooding!” He smacked my back playfully, but it only deepened the pit of resentment growing inside me.

An hour later, I was still a wallflower, slouched against my corner, shamelessly staring at Y/N as she flitted around the room. Jungkook kept swooping in like a hawk, but she brushed him off, her laughter echoing like a melody in the air. That was a relief, at least. Yet, reality settled in like a thick fog: she hadn’t even noticed me yet.

Then, our eyes locked. Time seemed to freeze, and I swear I involuntarily smiled. She walked toward me, a small grin dancing on her lips, and I was struck by how her hair flowed over her shoulders, the softness of it almost intoxicating. “Is that a new sweater?” she asked, her voice sweet and melodic.

“Are you making fun of me?” I shot back lightly.

“No…” she chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “You look good.”

“You look good too,” I replied, the words feeling flat against the brilliance of her presence. Well, that was an understatement—she looked stunning.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” I said, gesturing to the beer in her hand, feeling an unexpected rush of protectiveness.

“Why not?” She brought the bottle to her mouth, her lips wrapping around it like an invitation.

Focus, Min!

“Are you twenty-one yet?” I blurted out, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Are you the party police?”

“Very funny,” I deadpanned, annoyance creeping in as I waited for her answer.

“If you must know, I am twenty-one already, thank you very much.”

“You are?” I was genuinely surprised. She didn’t seem old enough to be a senior, not with that wide-eyed enthusiasm.

“Yep, I missed a year in junior high. No biggie.” She shrugged, casual as ever.

“Oh…” The admission surprised me, stirring questions in my mind. What could have caused someone as smart and driven as her to miss a year?

My distraction drifted away as my gaze returned to her shoulders, delicate freckles dusting her skin, catching the fading light.

“Oh! I haven’t met that one!” Y/N quipped, spotting another recruit. “Be right back.”

I was entranced, eyes glued to her as she walked away, her hips swaying like a pendulum, counting down the moments until she returned. I was royally screwed. Somewhere along the way, I’d transformed from oblivious to hyper-aware, every single action of hers magnified under the microscope of my attention. How could I go back to not seeing her when each new thing I noticed sent heat flooding through me?

Y/N returned, all smiles, clutching another beer bottle that she’d snatched from Jungkook. “Why are you so angry?” she asked, leaning against the wall next to me.

“Y/N, I’m not angry. I’m having fun.” I tried to sound calm, but my voice cracked like thin ice.

“This is you having fun?” she countered, gesturing to my slumped posture with her beer.

“Yes,” I insisted, though my gaze lingered on the constellation of freckles scattered across her nose.

“Standing in the corner, looking at everyone like you’re a bodyguard, or an undercover cop—that’s you having fun?”

“Yes.” I shrugged, clinging to some semblance of composure.

“You’re angry.” She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in playful challenge.

“I’m not angry!” But deep down, the heat was rising inside me.

She laughed, the sound bubbling up like a mountain spring. “You’re frowning.”

“Because you’re driving me insane!” I inhaled deeply, trying to relax, but she was intoxicating.

“Why?” She stepped closer, her presence an electric charge in the air.

“Because you’re too happy.” And adorable…

“What’s wrong with being happy?” she retorted, her hand perched on her hip, radiating defiance.

My eyes drifted back to her, tracing the curve of her hip accentuated by those devilish pants. I closed my eyes, taking another deep breath to steady myself. “It’s extremely annoying.”

“Well, I’m sorry.” Her smile morphed into a giggle, and I groaned, feeling the weight of my frustration. “Do I really annoy you so much?”

She peered at me, eyebrows knitting together, a small frown blossoming on her face. I resisted the urge to look at her lips, afraid that if I did, I might just pull her in and kiss her right there.

“Yes,” I groaned, hoping my eyes conveyed that my answer was really “no.”

She held my gaze, and it felt like we were suspended in time, the world around us fading into insignificance. My fingers tightened around the neck of my beer bottle, anxiety coiling in my stomach. With a sigh, she shook her head and walked away again, leaving me alone with my turbulent thoughts.

Honestly, Y/N’s unyielding happiness, her enthusiasm, and all that radiance—it wasn’t annoying at all. It was refreshing, endearing, and it inspired me in ways I hadn’t felt in years. I couldn’t help but remember the excitement I once felt about starting this journey, how my heart raced at the thought of diving into research. What had changed? What did success even mean if there was no one to share it with?

So yes, Y/N’s happiness was far from annoying.

What was truly infuriating was that she made it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.

“Jungkook offered to walk me home,” Y/N said, her voice slicing through the murmur of the crowd like a knife. I kept my gaze fixed on the throng, avoiding her bright eyes, filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher. “But I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

When I finally turned to look at her, a smile tugged at her lips, a spark of mischief lighting her features. “I think you might be right about him—he is kind of a tool.”

A snort escaped me, the tension in my chest easing just a fraction. “Plus I don’t trust him.”

“I don’t trust him either, Y/N,” I admitted, feeling the weight of my own words. It was the only reason I was here, shadowing her like a ghost.

“Can I lie and tell him you’re walking me home instead?”

Her gaze catches mine, and I’m momentarily swept away in the depths of her beautiful eyes, glowing softly under the dim lights, as if they’re hiding secrets just waiting to be uncovered. 

“You don’t have to lie, Y/N. I’ll walk you home myself,” I say, my voice dripping with sincerity I didn’t know I had. She looks down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, an unintentional cue for me to look away.

When she finally says she’s ready to leave, we exchange goodbyes, and she pauses at the door, rummaging through her bag. I can’t help but smile when she pulls out a pair of black Chucks. As she grips my arm to slide off her high heels, I catch a flicker of discomfort flash across her face.

“Are you okay?” I ask, concern bubbling up.

“Yeah, my feet are killing me,” she replies, a hint of laughter in her voice.

“I could go get my car.”

“Nonsense. It’s just ten minutes away,” she insists, slipping her shoes back on, and we begin our trek.

As we walk toward her building, she animatedly recounts stories about prospective students, her voice weaving a vibrant tapestry that pulls us closer together. It’s no wonder she’s so well-liked; anyone would be a fool not to adore her. 

“Can you hold these?” she asks, passing me her heels as we reach her building. A twinge of envy strikes me at the sight of those dainty straps that had just hugged her ankles.

She digs through her purse, clearly on a mission. 

“Shit…” Frustration laces her voice. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have my keys… I must have left them inside, in my other bag.”

“Oh…” I glance at the time. It’s past two in the morning. 

Should I offer her a place to stay? That’s what any decent person would do, right? But what if… what if I couldn’t keep my hands to myself?

“I’m so stupid!” she exclaims, smacking her forehead with the heel of her hand.

“Hey, relax… um… I have a bed. I mean, a couch.” 

She looks up at me, skepticism dancing across her features.

“Really, it’s no problem.” I shrug, trying to keep my tone casual, as if it’s just a simple offer rather than an opportunity for something more.

Her expression remains doubtful.

“That’s what graduate student mentors are for, right?”

A small grin appears on her lips, and I can’t help but smile back. If all else fails, maybe I could find a way to make her smile like that—nothing would make me happier.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… it’s not like it’d be awkward or anything,” I tease, and her laughter lifts the tension in the air.

It takes us about twenty minutes to reach my apartment. Y/N talks a mile a minute, and I barely manage to squeeze a word in, but I don’t mind; her voice wraps around me like a warm blanket on a chilly night.

As we climb the steps of my building, I notice her wince again, gripping the railing for support.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Worry creeps in; she looks genuinely pained.

She takes a deep breath, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Y/N, please, just tell me what’s wrong.” I reach for her hand, desperate to ease whatever discomfort she’s feeling.

“Can we just go inside?” She clutches my hand tighter. “I’ll tell you, I promise.”

I help her inside and guide her to the couch. She collapses onto it with a shaky breath, extending her legs and rubbing her thighs—a gesture that sends a pang of concern through me.

“It’s not a big deal,” she begins, trying to sound lighthearted. “Sometimes I get pain in my legs from an old injury.”

“Oh… can I get you something for it?”

“Just water is fine.” She digs through her bag and pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen, shaking it at me with a smile.

As I rush to the kitchen, unease coils in my stomach. She had been walking the whole time, and I hadn’t even noticed she was in pain. I pour two glasses of water, my hands trembling slightly as I hand one to her and settle down beside her.

“You should’ve told me you were hurting, Y/N. I would have gotten the car.”

“I’m all right.” She gives me a soft smile, glancing around my sparsely decorated apartment. “Your place is nice.”

Nice? It’s barren—like a forgotten room in an old house where laughter used to echo. I turn the glass of water in my hands, my mind racing. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

She meets my gaze as I take a sip. “If you’re wondering if I’m a virgin, the answer is no.”

I choke on the water, caught off guard by her sudden candor. “Jesus Christ, woman, how drunk are you?”

“I’m not drunk at all. I’m just messing with you. What were you going to ask?”

I look at her, heat rising in my cheeks as the tension coils between us. “I was just curious about how you got injured,” I admit, my thoughts drifting to the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me.

“Oh, well… My mom and I were in a car accident. I broke my hip and both my legs.” She says it so casually, as if she’s recounting a minor scrape.

“What?”

“Yeah… it was okay, though. After rehab, I was as good as new!” She beams, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the weight of her words.

“How long was rehab?”

“Long enough.” 

I remember something she mentioned earlier. “Long enough to make you miss a year in school?”

She responds with a grin and a nonchalant shrug. “Shit, Y/N. That sucks. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s all right. I’m actually glad it happened.” Her gaze drifts down to her legs, fingers tracing an invisible path over her thighs. “It brought my parents back together, just as they were meant to be.”

Her eyes return to mine, and the intensity of her words fills the air. “My parents got divorced when I was little, and my mom and I moved to Florida. But after the accident, my dad came to help, and they just… clicked, I guess. They’ve been together ever since.” She smiles proudly, and I sit there, stunned.

A strand of hair falls across her face, and I can’t resist the urge to tuck it behind her ear—an excuse to bridge the distance between us. With every detail she shares, I feel myself drawn closer, tangled in her life, as if I’m getting lost in her depths.

“Okay…” I set my glass down on the coffee table, the clink echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. “I think you deserve the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Why?”

“Because I just made you walk—”

“It’s not your fault. I locked myself out.”

“Y/N, please…”

“Okay, okay… don’t get all grumpy on me.” She stands, and I hover over her, uncertain how to help, torn between the urge to support her and the instinct to maintain some distance.

“Hey, stop it.” She steadies herself with a hand on my arm. “I’m fine. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

I lead her to my bedroom, showing her where the bathroom is. I offer her some of my clothes to change into, but she declines, insisting it wouldn’t be the first time she slept in jeans.

She sits on the bed, and just as I’m about to leave, she calls out, “Yoongi?”

I turn, and she gestures for me to sit beside her, lying back on the comforter, vulnerability etched into her features.

I swallow hard as I lower myself next to her, the proximity amplifying the tension crackling in the air.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me anymore.”

I stare awkwardly at her, afraid to move and wake her up. Leaning back against the headboard, I let the silence linger, my mind racing with all the things I want to say. I want to know her—really know her—not just as the emotionally unavailable guy I’ve been until now.

Hoseok was right—I've got it bad for Y/N Y/L/N.

I think I preferred it when Y/N was just a blurry thought in my mind, hidden behind a blindfold I’d created to shield my heart. Back then, I didn’t have to wrestle with the urge to kiss her or feel the tempting softness of her hair against my fingers. But now, the blindfold has slipped away, and so has my common sense. Here I am, a hopeless observer, lurking in the shadows as she sleeps, feeling like a total creep.

Her face is peaceful, like a canvas painted with serenity, only occasionally disturbed by the flutter of her lashes. Her lips form a perfect little "o," and the way her bangs fall delicately over her forehead sends my heart racing. I long to reach out, to push them aside, to bury my hands in her hair like I did before. Slowly, I lift my hand, inching it closer to her face, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

“Jack!” Y/N suddenly cries out, her voice slicing through the silence like glass. My heart jumps. “There’s a boat, Jack!” The frown that creases her brow twists her serene expression into something frantic, as if she’s caught in a storm of dreams.

What is happening? Is she having a nightmare? Who’s Jack? 

Just as quickly, her face smooths over again, tranquility restored as if the storm has passed, leaving only a gentle breeze behind.

Isn’t it just my luck? Y/N talks in her sleep, and apparently, she’s got a soft spot for someone named Jack—maybe a sailor too. 

I could rent a boat. We could go sailing if she wanted. Maybe I could learn to sail. If Jack can do it, how hard could it be? Does she even like sailing? I’ll ask her tomorrow.

What am I even thinking? No, I’m not going to ask her tomorrow, because we aren’t going sailing. She can go with Jack for all I care.

I groan, burying my face in my hands, frustration and disbelief washing over me. I’ve seriously lost it. This is ridiculous.

“Fucking Jess ate my Chobani again,” Y/N mutters, jolting me from my thoughts. Jess? Who the hell is that? And what even is a Chobani?

I should go. I shouldn’t be here, lurking in the shadows, eavesdropping on this craziness.

“Jonah Rodgers thinks I’m sexy…” 

For the love of God! Is she trying to drive me mad?

Jonah Rodgers? The name sounds familiar. Do I know him? Is he that jerk who used to stalk her? 

The stalker. Damn it. If I were still T.A.-ing, I’d fail him for disrespecting Y/N in this way.

I can’t take this anymore. If she mentions another guy, I swear I’m going to lose it. I sit at the edge of the bed, ready to leave, but before I can move, Y/N speaks again.

“Does Yoongi think I’m sexy?” 

I do, I do, I do…

“Hmm… my Grumpy.” 

Her soft moan sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me, and I’m utterly unprepared—shredded, breathless, completely undone. 

Does she mean me? She called me Grumpy once, right? Said I was the only Grumpy she knew. Am I her Grumpy?

Shit, shit, shit!

I slump back against the headboard, the realization both thrilling and terrifying. 

Is Y/N dreaming about me? Is it wrong that this feels so right? That my heart is swelling with excitement at the thought of being part of her dreams?

I turn to look at her again. She’s frowning now, exaggerated and cute, her lips pouting in a way that tugs at my heart.

“Do not touch my samples, Becca!” Her voice is low and raspy. “Don’t be so happy, Becca!” And then she smiles, as if a hidden joke just crossed her mind. “Run, Becca! Run!” 

Oh, she’s definitely dreaming about me, just not in the way I had hoped.

She’s making fun of me—in her dreams.

Wonderful.

I groan, letting my head thud back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling as disappointment settles over me like a heavy shroud. I shouldn’t be wishing for Y/N to dream about me; it would only complicate things. We can’t be together; this will never work.

In a year, I’ll graduate, and then it’ll be New York City, and Estelle all over again. Estelle and I had been together for four years when we graduated from Cornell. She wanted me to get a “real” job, to move with her to New York. She wanted me to abandon the chance for grad school at UW, to work at one of the top cancer research centers in the country. She made me choose, and I chose research.

And you know what? I have no regrets. Even though she didn’t know everything about my parents, she knew it mattered to me—she shouldn’t have made me choose. So when she said, “If you leave, we’re done,” I left. I figured I was better off alone, or as she put it, “end up alone and rot in lab hell.” It didn’t seem like such a sacrifice then—my relationship with Estelle was mediocre at best.

So, I dove headfirst into grad school and landed in one of the best labs in the program. I didn’t let any woman get in my way. I was focused, determined—until I woke up four years later, an angry, bitter shell of a man, nursing my bruised pride.

What a wake-up call that was! Suddenly, I started noticing everything—the things I fought so hard to ignore. I had worn blinders for so long, and I missed so much.

Honestly, I never expected to feel so unfulfilled.

Isn’t this what I wanted when I chose to leave Estelle? What am I missing? Why am I not enjoying my work anymore?

I glance at Y/N again. Her expression is peaceful once more, an angelic mask that makes me ache with longing. I can see myself falling for her easily—if I’m lucky, she might fall for me too. But then what? 

Then I’ll have to choose: my work, my life, what I owe to my parents, over her. She’ll make me choose, and I’ll choose science—cancer research—and it will shatter us both. This time, it would be the greatest sacrifice I’d ever have to make. And honestly, I’m not even sure I’d be strong enough to make that decision. If Y/N were to love me back, how could I hurt her like that?

I sigh, dragging a hand down my face, the weight of my thoughts pressing heavily on my chest.

Y/N is smiling now, giggling softly, her laughter a haunting melody in the quiet room. How someone can giggle in her sleep is beyond me. After a while, she calms, her breathing slowing even more. With a sigh, I close my eyes and wait, holding my breath for what she might say next.

I wake with a start, my neck and back screaming in protest from the unforgiving embrace of the headboard. I must’ve slept in the same awkward position all night, unmoving. Stretching my arms, I blink against the morning light, squinting at my watch. Seven o’clock. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Y/N is gone.

Rubbing my sore neck, I drag myself out of bed and around the apartment, searching for any sign of her. Her bag and heels are missing. An uneasy feeling churns in my stomach as I plod back to the bed, my mind racing with questions about where she could have gone so early. That’s when I notice the slip of paper on the nightstand.

Morning, Grumpy!   I had to leave to get my keys from the landlord.   Thanks for letting me crash last night.   Sorry for your sore neck.   Y/N. :)

I face-plant onto the bed with a groan, trying to drown out the hollow emptiness she left behind. Her scent lingers on the pillows, sweet and intoxicating, wrapping around me like a vise. I inhale deeply, the fragrance filling my lungs, but instead of comfort, it brings a gnawing ache. Grumpy... I’m her Grumpy. The thought claws at me, relentless and unyielding.

Monday drags in like a slow, inevitable doom. I sit silently in the lunchroom with Hoseok, who prattles on about the success of the recruitment party. His voice is background noise, barely penetrating my thoughts. Thankfully, he hasn’t asked about Y/N yet.

“So, is Yoonji coming this weekend?” he asks, mid-chew of his sandwich.

“Yes. Friday,” I mutter, my mind elsewhere.

“Awesome! Oh man…” He swallows, excitement clear in his voice. “I can’t wait for next week! Spring Break: no undergrads, the gyms and bars all to ourselves!”

“Is it Spring Break next week?” My voice cracks, surprise jolting me back to reality. I had completely forgotten.

“Yeah!”

Great. My stomach twists with dread. Is Y/N leaving for Spring Break? She probably is, isn’t she? The uneasy feeling intensifies, so I shove a forkful of macaroni into my mouth, trying to silence it.

“What’s up your ass?” Hoseok asks suddenly, narrowing his eyes at me.

I shake my head, dismissing him

. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Seriously?” His disbelief is palpable. “You look like you just downed a bottle of aspirin. Come on, tell me what’s wrong.” 

His eyes are kind, but they only intensify the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. 

I stare down at my plate, willing the irritation to simmer down. He’s my best friend—he deserves to know. But how can I explain this mess? The whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me? 

“Y/N…” I finally murmur, the name tasting foreign on my tongue. 

“Y/N? The girl you were with at the party? What about her?”

“Uh…she crashed here last night. She left this morning to get her keys from the landlord.” I avoid his gaze, my cheeks warming at the admission.

“Dude, that’s awesome!” he grins, elbowing me lightly. “So, you guys are getting serious?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “I don’t know about that.”

Hoseok’s smile falters. “What do you mean? You like her, right?”

“Of course I do!” The admission bursts out before I can stop myself, surprising both of us. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the tide of emotions swelling within me. “But it can’t go anywhere. She’s leaving, Hoseok. She’s probably going to some fancy college or… some fancy job.”

“So? You guys can make it work! Do you want to make it work?”

“I don’t know! I don’t want to hurt her. I can’t…” I trail off, frustration bubbling back to the surface. “I can’t let myself get caught up in this. I’ve worked too hard for my future to throw it all away for her.”

“Wait, what? Throw it all away? You really think you can’t have both? That you can’t just have fun while also focusing on your studies?”

I’m silent, my insides twisting again, a potent mix of anger and sadness at the thought of losing Y/N. “It’s not that simple,” I finally reply.

“Why not? You just told me she crashed here last night! You can’t pretend this doesn’t matter! You can’t keep running from it forever, Yoongi!” His voice rises, frustration spilling over.

“Why are you getting so worked up over this?” I snap, staring at him with incredulity.

“Because I’m sick of seeing you sulk, man!” His hands fly up in exasperation. “You can’t keep pretending like this doesn’t matter! Just tell her how you feel, for fuck’s sake!”

I shake my head, the weight of his words crashing down around me, the walls closing in. I feel suffocated, cornered. “What if she’s not interested? What if I scare her away?”

“Then at least you’ll know! At least you’ll have closure, and you can move on!” 

His voice rings in my ears, echoing through the tangled web of my thoughts. I look down, realizing he’s right. 

I take a deep breath, steadiness creeping back in. “You’re right.” I want to scream. “You’re so right.” But the truth sits heavy on my chest. 

But what if I’m not strong enough to risk everything again? What if I lose her before I ever get to really have her? 

When I get back to the lab, my phone beeps with a new email.

From: Y/N Y/L/N, ynyln(at)u(.)washington(.)edu   Sent: Monday, March 21, 2024, 1:18 PM   To: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu

Hey Yoongi,

Is it okay if I miss lab on Tuesday and Wednesday? I have midterms this week before Spring Break, but I promise I’ll make up for the lost time afterward.

Y/N

She’s leaving.

The thought crashes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under, swirling with anxiety and dread. She won’t even be here this week. The uncertainty gnaws at my insides, promising nothing but torture ahead.

From: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu   Sent: Monday, March 21, 2024, 1:20 PM   To: Y/N Y/L/N, ynyln(at)u(.)washington(.)edu

Fine.

Yoongi Min   PhD Candidate   Kim Lab   Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center   1100 Fairview Avenue North   Seattle, WA 98109-1024

It’s official: I fucking hate Spring Break.

As soon as I get home, desperation drives me to call Yoonji. I tell myself it’s to find out when Y/N will be back, but really, I need to spill everything—the kiss, the night Y/N slept in my bed, the haunting thought of her heading to Cabo for Spring Break.

“Yoongi, I just don’t understand,” Yoonji says, her voice cutting through the fog in my mind. I’m sprawled on the couch, head tilted back, an arm draped over my eyes like a shield against reality.

“To be honest, I think what you’re doing is stupid,” she continues, her frustration palpable. “You’re miserable. I can feel it. Why won’t you give yourself a chance to—”

“To what, Yoonji? You remember what happened with Estelle.”

“Please, Estelle was an unsupportive bitch.”

“I don’t even know Y/N that well!” I blurt out, my voice sharper than I intended. The fear of history repeating itself looms over me like a dark cloud.

“Y/N won’t make you choose, Yoongi.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You said she’s incredibly determined, that she loves research even more than you used to. That doesn’t sound like someone who would oppose you continuing on this path.”

“I don’t know, Yoonji.” I sigh, running my hands over my face, feeling the weight of her words settle heavily on my shoulders.

“Give yourself the opportunity to get to know her. Don’t deny yourself the chance to be with her just because you’re afraid to feel something.”

“I’m not afraid of feeling anything,” I snap, though the truth is, I’m drowning in emotions already. “But I’ll be done with the program in a year.”

“So what? A lot can happen in a year. You know that better than anyone.”

I groan, conceding. She’s right. She’s always right.

“You’re hurting. You care about her, Yoongi. Why do you have to be so blind?” Yoonji’s frustration seeps through the phone, and I can almost picture her pacing, running a hand through her hair.

“What do you suggest I do? Ask her out?” I retort, the idea weighing heavily on my mind. “She’s my undergrad! I don’t even know if she’s interested in me.”

“Didn’t you say she kissed you back?”

“Yes. But she also said she didn’t want to jeopardize her experience in the lab.”

“That means she’s smart. You shouldn’t let your feelings affect your work, especially if she’s under you. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a relationship outside of lab.”

The thought of being with Y/N outside those sterile walls sends my heart racing. I lean back against the couch, releasing a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Have you talked about it again? Have you told her how you feel?” Yoonji presses, her voice softening.

“No. I decided to pretend it never happened.”

“Geez, Yoongi. For such a smart guy, you can be so dense.” Her exasperated sigh echoes in my ears, and I remain silent, letting her words sink in. “You need to talk to her, tell her what’s going on. See what she wants. Tell her what you want.”

Staring at the ceiling, I weigh the possibility of confessing my feelings to Y/N. The prospect terrifies me, yet the urge to be honest gnaws at my insides.

“Yoongi, do you know what you want?” she asks gently.

“Yes. I want to go to sleep.” 

Her frustrated sigh tells me she senses I’m closing off again.

“Do you want to be with her?” she probes softly.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

The truth spills out, raw and unfiltered. Her squeal of excitement on the other end makes me rub my hands on my thighs, trying to contain my nerves.

“Then do yourself a favor and talk to her. I’d bet good money she’s already crazy about you.” Her enthusiasm is contagious, and I find myself considering it more seriously.

We end the call, but sleep eludes me. Images of Y/N in a bikini invade my mind, and there’s no chance of me sleeping tonight.

When I step back into the lab on Thursday after lunch, I’m completely unprepared for the sight of Y/N. She’s there, smiling, and it catches me off guard, my heart racing like it’s just run a marathon. I thought she’d be gone by now, off to live her Spring Break fantasies. My mind has been a battlefield all week, flooded with images of her carefree adventures. Googling “Spring Break activities” had been a catastrophic mistake.

She’s not in her usual lab coat today; instead, she’s wearing a fitted sweater that hugs her figure just right, the V-neck revealing a tantalizing hint of her collarbones. The dark fabric contrasts beautifully with her pale skin, and my imagination betrays me, picturing that skin in a bikini. All I can see is red.

Thankfully, Jimin is nowhere in sight.

“I thought you had better things to do this week,” I say, my voice sharper than I intended as I walk past her, heading toward my desk.

“What do you mean?” Her smile vanishes, replaced by confusion.

“I didn’t know you were coming today. I don’t have time for this.” I wave my hand dismissively, trying to suppress the storm brewing inside me.

“For what? I—I don’t understand.”

These lies spill from my mouth uncontrollably. “Honestly, Y/N, sometimes I think you’re just here for the credits. This isn’t how science works. You need to be consistent.” My voice rises, and I see her flinch.

“Why are you yelling at me? Is this because I missed two days? I’m sorry, Yoongi. I had to study. I promise I’ll make up for it.”

I rub my forehead, frustration clawing at my insides. I know this isn’t her fault, but the anger bubbles over. “Have fun on Spring Break,” I grit out as I storm past her, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yoongi?” she calls after me, but I keep walking, desperate for fresh air. The cool spring breeze feels like a lifeline, and I gulp it in, trying to calm the chaos inside me. I can’t keep doing this. This is madness.

I don’t get far before I hear Y/N’s voice again, breathless and firm. “Yoongi, what’s the matter with you?” I hadn’t realized she’d followed me. I turn around, and there she is—confused, hurt, and heartbreakingly beautiful.

There’s no point in pretending anymore. I can’t keep up the facade. “I don’t think you really want to know, Y/N.” I run a hand down my face, trying to keep my composure.

She crosses her arms, waiting, an expectant look in her eyes.

“I fucking hate Spring Break, okay? I hate the thought of you parading around with some frat losers, being young, drunk, and reckless. I hate it. I hate all of it.”

Her expression shifts from confusion to understanding, and she relaxes, placing her hands on her hips. A corner of her mouth quirks up. “What are you talking about?”

Is she seriously smirking?

“I’m talking about you going to Cabo San Lucas for Spring Break.”

“Who said I was going to Cabo?” Now she’s fully smiling.

“I don’t know, I just assumed… aren’t you all?” I mumble, embarrassed.

“You have some serious misconceptions about undergrads, Yoongi. We’re not all the same. And that’s not me at all.”

“So you’re not going away for Spring Break?” I ask, still staring at my feet, not wanting to look her in the eye.

“No, I’m not. I was actually looking forward to spending more time in the lab, making up for this week.”

Relief floods through me, but it’s tangled with a crushing sense of shame. “You’re not going away? You’re staying here?” My voice is barely a whisper.

“Yes. That’s what I said.”

I stagger back, feeling like an idiot. I can’t believe I snapped at her like that. As my anger fades, embarrassment rushes in, making my knees feel weak. I might seriously pass out.

“Yoongi? Are you all right?”

I let out a humorless laugh. No, I’m not all right. This is too much.

She steps closer, and I know I won’t be able to resist kissing her if she comes any nearer. I lift my hand in warning and take another step back.

“Yoongi?” Ignoring my gesture, she moves closer and stands right in front of me.

I close my eyes, the truth spilling out uncontrollably. “All I could think about was some punk with his shirt off, a baseball cap on backward, shoving beer down your throat... and it made me want to murder someone.” My hand clutches my chest, heart racing.

She giggles—at my agony? My eyes snap open, and her smile fades under my intense stare. “These past few days have been torture,” I continue. “I can’t get you out of my mind. All I can think about is you—your lips on mine, your legs around my waist. You drive me insane, Y/N. I can’t think straight.”

Y/N’s eyes shine with emotion, and she closes the distance between us, resting her head against my chest. My hand instinctively finds its way to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. She pulls away slightly, and I lift her chin with two fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes glisten, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, cheeks flushed a delicate pink.

When our lips touch, the electric current between us is undeniable. I close my eyes, exhaling through my nose, and cup her face, my thumb brushing her ear, fingers caressing her neck. Y/N grips my shirt, pulling herself closer. When my tongue slips into her mouth, a moan escapes me at the sweetness of her taste.

I can’t stay away from her anymore. I’m not strong enough.

Y/N wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me even closer. My hand travels down her back, wrapping tightly around her waist. I know she can feel my arousal pressing against her, but I don’t care. When she whimpers against my mouth, I know she feels the same.

Is it possible she’s been yearning for this as much as I have? 

Tell her what you want, Min.

“Y/N, wait.” I gently push her back, keeping one hand on her face. She stumbles slightly, holding onto my arm, looking dazed. “I don’t want this to be another kiss you regret. I don’t want you to be swept away by the moment. I want… I want more.”

She gapes at me, panting.

“I’m sorry I’m being so blunt, but I can’t hide this anymore.” I drop my hands to my sides and step back.

“What are you trying to say, Yoongi?” Her confusion is evident.

“What I’m trying to say is that I want to see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I-I think I can come in the afternoon between classes.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Would you listen to me? I don’t need you to come to the lab. I want to see you outside of the lab.”

I pinch my nose, trying to calm down, afraid my intensity will scare her away.

“Oh…”

“My cousin is coming to visit. We’re all going out for drinks. Do you want to come with me?”

She looks at me, and then she nods. “Okay.”

Okay… she said yes. Oh my god, she said yes.

I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry I snapped at you like that.”

“I know,” she replies, giving me a small grin that weakens my knees. My hand reaches for her face again, addicted to the softness of her skin as I brush her hair behind her ear and stroke her cheek. She stares into my eyes, cheeks burning, and I’m debating whether to kiss her again when I see Jin’s car pull into the parking lot, and I drop my hand immediately.

Shit…

Y/N glances back and sees Jin getting out of his car.

“I should go study, then…” She looks back at me, and I nod, feeling a mix of regret and anticipation. “I’ll catch you later. Call me about tomorrow.” She brushes a timid finger down my arm before turning to leave.

I stay outside for a few more minutes, gathering my thoughts and waiting for my heart to calm down. 

I did it. I asked Y/N out... sort of.

Now what?

Yoonji had turned into a shadow in my apartment, trailing me as I prepared for what felt like the most important night of my life. “Have you been using that stubble trimmer I got you?” she asked, her fingers grazing my jaw as if she were assessing a work of art. 

I nodded, feeling uneasy under her watchful gaze. Deep down, I was already regretting the group date we had planned. The thought of going out with Y/N sent my heart racing; adding my cousin and a few friends into the mix felt like a cosmic joke, and I was definitely the punchline. 

As I rifled through my chaotic closet, I tried to tune her out, running my fingers through my damp hair in a futile attempt to calm my nerves. 

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Leave it to Yoonji to treat every moment like a Broadway performance. I shot her a glare, barely suppressing my frustration as I swept past her in search of my jacket. 

“You’re wearing a polo shirt?” she challenged, disbelief lacing her tone. 

“What’s wrong with a polo shirt?” I snapped, slapping my hands against my thighs in exasperation. The anxiety gnawed at me, and her judgment only fueled the fire. 

Yoonji stepped closer, her expression softening. “Yoongi, my oblivious cousin, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that polo shirt. As long as it doesn’t have holes in it.” 

Relief washed over me like a tide, momentarily pushing my worries aside. I had never cared much for her opinion on my wardrobe; that had never mattered before. But tonight? It wasn’t Yoonji’s approval I craved—it was Y/N’s. I wanted to be more than the cynical grad student she saw in class.

“You look great,” Yoonji said, her smile coaxing a small, reluctant grin from me in return. “If just thinking about her has you acting like this nervous mess, I already know I’m going to love her.”

Yoonji had made it clear she’d ride with Hoseok and Serena so I could pick up Y/N alone. Now, I found myself parked outside her building, panic clawing at my insides. My palms felt clammy as I smoothed them over my thighs, my heart thumping violently against my ribs, and my mouth was desert-dry. It had been ages since I’d done anything like this. Estelle and I had never ventured out much together; I had buried myself in my studies while she lived her own life, leaving me utterly out of practice.

Despite the storm of anxiety raging within me, excitement bubbled up as I thought of Yoonji, Hoseok, and even Serena meeting Y/N. They needed to see how extraordinary she was—smart, caring, and hilariously funny. What thrilled me most was the prospect of spending time with Y/N outside the sterile confines of our lab, engaging with her as something more than just colleagues.

I banged my head against the steering wheel a few times, trying to settle my frayed nerves. My heart leaped when a knock on the window broke through my spiraling thoughts. There she was—Y/N, standing outside with that bright smile and a wave. I quickly unlocked the door, feeling like an utter fool. 

“Hey…” she said as she slid into the car. 

“I’m sorry. I was going to get you. Just… got distracted,” I admitted, feeling like an idiot for letting her down.

“It’s okay.” She shrugged. “Better this way anyway. I didn’t want Jess to see us.”

“Jess?” The name floated through my mind, familiar yet vague—wasn’t she the one from Y/N’s sleep ramblings? The one with the boat?

“Jessica, my roommate,” she explained. “She was in your class last year, and she knows I’m working in your lab… so I don’t want any rumors spreading, you know?”

“My class?” I felt disbelief surge within me. How could this be?

“Intro to Micro. Last Fall. You were our T.A.,” she said matter-of-factly.

“What?” 

“We were both in your class,” she added, unfazed by my shock.

“I was your T.A. last year?”

“Yes.” 

“Are you sure it was me?” I grasped at straws. How could I have overlooked her?

She turned toward me, eyebrow raised in that cute way she had. “Oh, I’m sure.” 

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out. How could I have forgotten her? 

“It’s okay. You keep to yourself. I get it.” 

“Do we know each other from anywhere else?” My worry twisted into a knot. Had I brushed past her countless times, completely blind to her presence? 

So much time wasted. How incredibly foolish of me.

“Just that class in the fall. Unless you count all the times I waved at you at the gym or smiled at you every Saturday as you passed by my table at the library after getting your coffee.” 

She had been right there all along, and I had missed her completely.

“Shit, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’ve been such an idiot!” I pounded the heel of my hand against my forehead a few times, embarrassment crashing over me.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Y/N reached for my hand, gently pulling it away from my face.

“No, it’s not. I was completely blind… and I feel like I’ve wasted so much time.” 

“Well, I’m here now…” She smiled, releasing my hand.

“You are.” 

“And you can see me now, right?” 

“You’re all I see now…” The truth swelled in my chest, echoing through me. Y/N was all that mattered, the only one who could unravel this tangled mess of a heart I had. 

“You see?” she said, clasping her hands over her lap. “When you say stuff like that, it makes it really hard to believe you can be such a grump.” She smiled, a shy yet bold thing, and my instinct was to lean in and kiss her, but I tamped down my urge for the sake of the group date.

“Well, no need to worry. I’m still very much a grump.” I offered a wry smile, taking a deep breath. “Shall we do this?” 

Y/N nodded, and I started the car. 

I didn’t mind being a grump, as long as I could be her grump.

When we pulled up to the bar, I rushed to open Y/N's door, but of course, she was already climbing out by the time I reached her side. My gaze landed on the exposed skin of her collarbones, the freckles scattered across her chest—how had I missed them in the car?

Her white top hung loosely on her frame, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal just a hint too much. Luckily, she wore something underneath, but the sheer fabric let me catch glimpses of her silhouette. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who noticed—some guy outside was staring at her like she was the last meal on earth. My hand found her lower back as I guided her inside, urgency propelling me forward.

Hoseok, Yoonji, and Serena were already at a table, and when Yoonji spotted us, her face lit up like it was Christmas morning. I half-expected her to pull out a camera.

“Y/N, this is my cousin, Yoonji. Yoonji, this is Y/N.” Before I could finish my introduction, Yoonji sprang to her feet.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed, pulling Y/N into an enthusiastic embrace. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she cast me a cheeky grin. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Yoonji, calm down,” I thought, but I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. 

“Nice to meet you too, Yoonji,” Y/N replied, her sweetness radiating like a warm glow.

“And you’ve already met Hoseok and Serena.” I gestured to the other two goofballs, who were now staring at Y/N like she was some kind of celestial being.

“Hi, Y/N! How’s life in the undergraduate world?” Hoseok teased as I pulled out a chair for her.

“Lotta drinking, lotta partying… you know, same old, same old.” Y/N shrugged, grinning, and I could see she had already charmed Hoseok.

“So… let’s get to the important stuff.” Hoseok waved a hand at me, a smirk growing on his face. I knew it wouldn’t take long for the teasing to kick in. I rolled my eyes.

“Oh! I know! Yoongi is wearing a polo shirt,” Serena piped up.

“I guess hell froze over, baby,” Hoseok snorted.

“I completely approve, by the way,” Yoonji chimed in, not even bothering to glance my way.

Here we go. I was about to shoot them all a glare when Y/N’s gentle touch on my thigh sent my heart soaring. My eyes darted to hers—she wore a smile that made everything else fade away.

“The cologne… maybe a tad too much?” I heard Serena say.

“Hey, I suggested that!” Yoonji shot back.

The banter continued, but I was lost in Y/N’s gaze, enchanted by the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at me. The world around us dimmed; it was just her fingers entwined with mine, brushing softly against my palm, the gentle caress of her thumb sending shivers down my spine.

A moment too soon, Y/N turned to address the others. “Why do you guys talk about him like he’s not in the room?” Her words hung in the air, stunning everyone into silence.

I couldn’t believe it. In less than an hour, she had managed to charm my friends while cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

“Well, you’re with him now,” Yoonji finally said, a sly smile creeping across her face. “It’s our job to protect you.”

I would have preferred they protect me from their embarrassing stories, but Y/N seemed to revel in it.

“Protect me from what?” she asked, laughter bubbling in her voice.

“His awful sense of humor,” Serena said, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Okay, I’m warning you,” I said, grinning back. “You may want to turn around and leave right now.”

Y/N giggled, clearly enjoying herself.

“Hey, if you leave me now, I’m going to assume you’re all crazy,” she said, her smile wide and infectious. 

I couldn’t help but smile back, knowing this night was going to be unforgettable.

As night settled over us, the world transformed into a playground of laughter and playful banter, wrapped in a soft, velvety blanket. The drinks flowed like a tide, and my heart raced with the electric thrill of the evening. I watched Y/N mingle with my friends, and in that moment, something inside me sparked to life, hinting at possibilities I had yet to explore.

I leaned closer, our shoulders brushing, a daring move that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “What are you doing to me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Just being me,” she replied, her tone light, but the glimmer in her eyes suggested deeper currents.

“Can I hold your hand?” The request slipped from my lips, fragile as a moth's wing.

Surprise flickered across her face as she weighed my words. “Yes.”

The moment our fingers intertwined, warmth rushed through me, narrowing my focus to the electric connection between us. In the distance, Hoseok's teasing banter continued, and Yoonji was lost in conversation with Serena, but they faded into the background. All that mattered was Y/N and the magnetic pull that bound us together.

Yoonji’s voice broke through my reverie. "I'm staying with Em and Serena tonight," she whispered in my ear.

“Yoonji, you don’t need to—”

“Nonsense!” she insisted, her grin stretching wide. “I love her,” she mouthed as she walked away, and I couldn’t help but smile, glancing down at Y/N.

“Oh, you’re not coming with us?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Nope! I need to help Serena pick an outfit for tomorrow. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope to see you soon!” Yoonji hugged her again, whispering something I couldn’t catch.

Before long, Y/N and I were walking toward my car. I opened the door for her, and she smiled as she slid in. As I drove to her apartment, she asked about Yoonji and our bond. I shared how I moved in with them when I was thirteen, how we’d become like siblings, grateful she didn’t pry into the reasons behind it. Tonight wasn’t the time for shadows of my past.

A comfortable silence fell between us, an unspoken acknowledgment of the fleeting moments we shared. Soon, we arrived in front of her building, and reality crashed in—I was running out of time.

“Can I be honest?” she asked, her voice breaking the silence like a warm breeze.

“Please… always.”

“I don’t want to go home just yet.” She looked at me through her lashes, and my heart raced, a wild beat echoing in my chest.

“Can I be honest too?” I asked, inching closer.

She nodded, biting her lip.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” I leaned in slightly.

Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft sigh. “Can I? Kiss you?” My voice was barely audible, filled with anticipation.

She nodded once, a small smile lighting up her face. I reached for her, brushing her hair back before gently cupping the nape of her neck and pulling her closer.

Our kiss started softly, exploring each other with tentative tenderness. But it quickly grew desperate, fueled by a hunger we could no longer deny. Her hand gripped my shirt, pulling me closer—just as eager. I let my hands roam, one resting on her thigh while the other tangled in her hair, my heart racing with every heartbeat.

“Y/N…” I breathed against her neck, fighting to maintain control. “You need to go inside now, or I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go.”

“Why don’t you come inside with me?” She pulled my face from her neck, her eyes shimmering with mischief and warmth. “Jessica should be gone by now. It’s Spring Break, remember? I might be the only undergrad left.”

The invitation hung in the air, electric and intoxicating. She wanted me to come home with her. Alone. My mind raced as I followed her into her cozy apartment, a space filled with personal touches and the inviting scent of vanilla.

“Welcome to Casa de Jess and Y/N!” she announced, her excitement infectious. “Do you want a tour, Mister?”

I grinned at her playful spirit. “If you’d be so kind, Madam.”

With exaggerated politeness, she led me through her apartment, showing off each room like a proud hostess. “And this is my bedroom.” When she opened the door, my breath caught. It looked like a whimsical explosion of color—pink and feathers everywhere, a bright pink comforter proclaiming “Little Princess” in white letters.

“Oh dear God…” I muttered, glancing around.

“What do you think?” she asked, a hint of seriousness in her tone.

I scratched my neck, searching for the right words. “Um… well… interesting choice of colors, Y/N.”

She burst into laughter, the sound bright and carefree, and I looked at her, puzzled.

“Oh my God! Your face! Priceless!” she exclaimed, doubling over in giggles. “This is Jessica's room!” She laughed so hard she had to lean against the doorframe for support.

“Oh thank God…” I exhaled in relief. “I don’t think I could sleep in here without having nightmares.” I leaned against the doorframe, smiling at the chaos.

But then, her expression shifted from playful to serious as she stepped closer. “Do you expect to be sleeping in my bed anytime soon, Mr. Min?”

“Shit… no… I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.” I ran a hand through my hair, mortified.

“Hey…” She stepped between my legs, her hand resting on my chest. “I was joking.” She smiled up at me, and my heart raced. I wanted her, needed her, craved her.

I traced her lip with my thumb. “You know what’s the first thing I noticed about you, Y/N?” She shook her head, her gaze locked on mine. “Your smile… It’s beautiful.”

Her smile widened. “When you smile, you get all gummy and your face softens. Your teeth are small, too. It’s adorable.”

“Adorable? Here I am, telling you I love your smile, and you tell me mine is imperfect. I’m hurt,” I joked, placing a hand over my heart.

“It’s not imperfect. It’s crooked and mind-blowingly sexy.” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but snort.

“See? There it is.” She framed my face with her hands and pulled me into a kiss. Her lips were soft, and I tried to crouch down to level us, but it felt awkward. Instead, I lifted her by the waist, her legs wrapping around my hips. Y/N’s arms encircled my neck as she deepened the kiss. When her tongue slipped into my mouth, I moaned, pressing her against the doorframe where laughter had just echoed.

My breath came in desperate gasps as I pulled away, kissing along her neck, but the fire ignited within me burned too bright to resist. Her whimpers drove me wild, and there was only so much I could take.

“Next door to the left,” she whispered in my ear.

Holy shit…

I carried her to her bedroom, still wrapped around me. As soon as I opened the door, her scent enveloped me, divine and overwhelming. Trying to stay composed, I ended up slumping onto the bed with her. She squealed and giggled, pulling off my polo shirt. Her hand traced patterns on my chest, making me shudder.

Every cell in my body was on high alert, every touch amplified.

"Y/N…" I groaned when her fingers traced the button-fly of my jeans. "You make me feel like a fucking teenager."

She giggled as my lips found hers. Her hand slipped into my boxers, and when she grasped me, I groaned loudly into her lips. She stroked me tentatively, softly but firmly. After a few strokes, it was too much.

"Y/N, stop… please," I begged, panting into her neck. "I’m going to cum in your hand. I need to slow down."

"Sorry." She released me, sighing. "Too much… too soon?"

"Yes… No… I-I just need a minute." I pressed my forehead into her neck, trying to regain control.

"Okay," she whispered, her hand returning to my hair.

My hands found their way under her shirt, pulling it off. The sight of her, arms stretched above her head, devilish smile on her lips, took my breath away.

"Polkadots?" I teased as her hands flew to my neck, pulling me back into a kiss. Her kisses were eager, biting and pulling at my lip, straining my self-control.

I kissed her neck, my hand slipping under her back. "God, you are so beautiful…" I whispered, unclasping her bra.

Her bra off, I trailed kisses from her neck to her chest, my hands cupping her breasts. Y/N squirmed under me, her moans driving me crazy.

"Can I touch you now?" Her voice was raspy with desire.

"Not yet," I whispered, unbuttoning her jeans.

"Not fair…" she moaned as my fingers dipped into her panties.

My fingers found nothing but wetness, silkiness, and smoothness, a tantalizing blend that drove me wild with anticipation. My dick throbbed painfully as I ground against her leg, barely able to contain myself any longer.

“God, Y/N…” I murmured, my voice a strained whisper.

She whimpered beneath me, her body trembling as my fingers traced circles to pleasure her. I slipped one finger inside, then another, and her scream of my name filled the room, echoing in my ears like a symphony of ecstasy. The sheer joy of her response made me want to cry into her neck.

“Yoongi, please…” she panted, her hands pulling at my hair, desperate. “I want to touch you… please… I need to feel you.”

God…

In one swift move, I had Y/N completely naked beneath me, her chest heaving with gasps. I fumbled for the condom in my wallet, and in mere seconds, I was naked too, hovering over her. Wrapping her wrist in my hand, I guided her to touch me—every inch of me.

Her hand clasped around me, guiding me to her entrance, spreading her wetness. I kept one hand on her breast, the other gripping the blanket next to her face, my control slipping with every passing second. Our eyes locked, the intensity between us palpable.

“Yoongi, what are we doing?” Her hand still gripped me, her voice a mix of wonder and worry.

“God… I don’t know…” I panted, my forehead resting on her neck.

“Is this wrong?”

“Feels right to me.” I groaned into her shoulder as she increased the pressure with her hand.

“I mean… isn’t this against the rules?”

How could she be coherent right now? I was on the brink of losing it, and I wasn’t even inside her yet!

“I-I don’t know, Y/N… Honestly, the rules are very blurry right now.”

“I want you,” she whispered huskily into my ear.

“God, Y/N. I want you too… so fucking much.”

“Would we get in trouble for this?” Her voice held a clear note of worry.

I lifted my head to meet her gaze. “I don’t know… I don’t care… Do you?”

Please, please, please, don’t ask me to stop now. Please…

She shook her head, pulling my face closer to hers in a kiss, positioning herself for me to enter her.

Thank you, God.

Our eyes stayed locked as our bodies connected, the sensation of being surrounded by her utterly mind-blowing. I needed a moment to adjust, Y/N’s moans and the arch of her back driving me insane as I slowly reached the deepest part of her.

I pulled out as slowly as I could manage, then pushed back in. My eyes rolled back, hands gripping her hips, a moan escaping through my clenched jaw. Nothing in my life had ever compared to this, to being with her. No one came even close.

Our bodies moved in sync, and a new terror gripped me: the fear of not lasting long enough to satisfy her. I sought distractions in her breasts, her neck, her lips, but every part of her only turned me on more.

So, I distracted myself mentally, reciting the first thing that came to mind:

There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium… And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium... And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium… And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium…

The words spun through my mind, a desperate attempt to hold onto control, as I plunged deeper into the intoxicating feeling of her.

It's Tuesday morning, and the sun hasn't even thought about rising yet. The lab calls out to me with its endless list of tasks, each one promising that today won't be long enough to tackle them all. I feel exhausted, bone-deep weary from days that have been both draining and, honestly, the best of my life.

Y/N and I spent the weekend wrapped up in each other, mostly on her bed or the couch. It’s a novel experience for me—taking a break from work on a weekend—but I still managed to squeeze in some research: exploring every inch of Y/N’s body, learning her curves, her soft spots, and the way she sighs when she’s lost in the moment. I’m hopelessly addicted, and I doubt I’ll ever get enough.

In between those moments of passion, she opened up about her family, her childhood, and the accident that changed everything. I kept my past hidden, deflecting the conversation back to her with more questions. I learned that I influenced her decision to join Jin’s lab; she remembered me from my time as her oblivious T.A. I teased her about being a little stalker, but the truth is, I loved hearing her talk.

Y/N could chatter for hours, and more surprisingly, I found that I could listen willingly and happily. She’s an amazing cook, and with each passing day, she feels more and more like a miracle. I kept adding to my mental list of quirky Y/N facts: her underwear is never a solid color—always striped or patterned, like the bra with little pineapples. She re-watches movies until she knows the dialogue by heart. When she made me watch a film about the Titanic, I laughed when I thought it was a documentary. After that, I decided against any sailing plans.

But Monday brought a harsh return to reality. Seeing her in the lab, just out of reach, was torture—pun intended. She wanted to dive into her experiments, and since I skipped the lab all weekend, I had a mountain of work to tackle. We managed to keep things professional, but the tension in the air was thick. Monday nights were reserved for her family’s Skype calls, leaving me alone, tossing and turning in my bed, missing her like crazy.

As I trudged through the hallways, still groggy, I spotted Y/N sitting by the lab door. With her earphones in, she was bobbing her head, lost in her own world. The moment she saw me, she pulled them out, a broad smile lighting up her face.

I swear I’ll never tire of that smile…

“God, Y/N. What are you doing here so early?” I grumble, struggling to match her morning cheer.

“I couldn’t sleep! I’m dying to see if the experiment worked!” she exclaims, bouncing on her toes.

Of course…

“Mhm” I mumble, fumbling for the keys. 

“It’s nerve-racking! A whole day of work, then waiting sixteen hours—sixteen hours!—to see the results?” 

The key sticks in the lock, and I jiggle it impatiently. 

“C’mon, c’mon…” she chants, practically bouncing.

“Y/N…” I groan, turning to her. “I haven’t had coffee yet. Would you calm down?”

Finally, the door clicks open, and she bolts inside, nearly tripping over me. She rushes straight to the incubator, while I drag myself to my desk, her excited chants of “YES! YES! YES!” echoing behind me.

I can’t help but snort. I guess her experiment worked.

She sets the petri dishes on the bench, and her squeal of delight fills the room. “They worked!” she cries, launching herself at me. I barely catch her as she wraps her legs around my waist.

How does she have this much energy? It’s not even eight yet!

“Jesus Christ, woman! What are you on this morning?” 

Her arms encircle my neck, and she beams at me, making my own lips twitch upward.

“Hi, Grumpy.” She runs a hand through my hair.

“Hi…”

“Good morning.”

“Morning, Y/N.”

Her lips find mine, and I’m a goner. I moan into her mouth as she tugs at my hair, ready to take her right there on the bench, on the floor—anywhere. But we’re in the lab.

“Y/N…” I whisper, kissing her neck.

“Hmmm?”

“Someone might come in.” I nibble her earlobe, making her squirm.

“It’s early,” she whispers, her voice husky as she pulls at my hair. 

God…

I set her down on the bench, clumsily knocking over some plates. “Shit... sorry.” I try to pick them up, but she’s pulling at my jeans, pressing herself against me, and I make a bigger mess.

“Did you touch my samples?” she asks, feigning anger, echoing my words from when I snapped at her earlier.

I smile, but the way she bites her lip and the hooded look in her eyes snaps my resolve. My lips crash into hers, and my hands slide under her shirt as I press her back onto the bench, scattering more plates.

Fuck, I’m going to ruin her experiment.

I lift her, her legs locking around my waist. I mean to move her to the unused bench behind me, but her grinding against me messes with my balance. I knock over a chair, slamming my back against the corner of the bench. Groaning in pain, I secure her in my arms.

“Are you okay?” 

The pain clears my head. Reality rushes back, and I realize what we’re about to do—in the lab, on a Tuesday morning, when anyone could walk in.

Just then, I hear rattling keys from the hallway.

Fuck…

I set Y/N down, and she stumbles. I steady her, stepping back just as Jimin walks in.

Y/N smooths her shirt, picking up plates, her face a vivid crimson. I run a hand through my hair, rubbing my sore back with the other. The pain is nothing compared to the throbbing in my pants, but there’s no fixing that now.

Jimin looks at us, eyebrows raised, then heads to his desk. I let out a sigh, glancing at Y/N—she’s still picking up plates, cheeks burning.

Could we be any more obvious?

Y/N and I were deep in conversation about her results, our voices low enough that Jimin, across the lab, pretended not to be listening. Y/N’s work was nothing short of exceptional, and while pride swelled within me, I needed to keep it grounded in reality. Success like this was rare; she needed to understand its value, to cherish it, but also to brace for the inevitable setbacks.

“Are you familiar with Murphy’s Law?” I asked as she finished jotting down her notes.

“Of course,” she replied, turning to face me, her eyes sparkling. “Did you know his first name was Edward?”

“What? No.” Murphy, as far as I was concerned, was just Murphy.

“Yep. Edward Murphy,” she said, her face serious as she began tidying up her workspace.

“You’re kidding,” I said, moving closer, disbelief evident in my voice.

“Nope.”

“How do you know that?”

“I watch Jeopardy a lot.” A small, embarrassed smile tugged at her lips as our eyes met.

“Why am I not surprised?” I muttered, watching her shrug off her lab coat. Her movements were effortlessly captivating.

“Were you going to say something about Murphy?” she asked, snapping me out of my daze.

“Yeah, right,” I said, shaking off the distraction. “Murphy’s Law applies to the lab too.”

“Oh, I know. ‘Everything that can go wrong will go wrong,’” she recited, her tone matter-of-fact.

“Exactly.” I nodded, impressed.

“But I don’t believe in that,” she said firmly, a spark of defiance lighting her features.

“Of course you don’t.” I had inched closer, almost beside her now.

She gestured toward her successful experiment, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. “Murphy was just a pessimist.”

“And you’re a glass-half-full kind of person?” I probed, towering over her with a teasing grin.

“Technically, the glass is always full. Half with water, half with air.” Her eyes crinkled with mischief.

“Are you trying to be a smart ass?” I leaned my elbow on the bench, bringing us face to face.

“That depends,” she said, her voice dropping, locking her gaze onto mine. 

“On what?”

“Do you like smart asses?” She traced a finger along my forearm, sending an electric jolt through my body.

I staggered back, giving her a warning look. She couldn’t be doing this to me—not now.

“Anyway,” she continued, taking a deep breath, “how many of Murphy’s laws do you know?”

Classic Y/N—always one step ahead. I sighed, admitting, “Just the one.”

“That’s it?” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Enlighten me, then.”

“‘Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse,’” she recited proudly, and I found her knowledge oddly attractive.

A glance at the clock reminded me of the work ahead. How inconvenient.

“That’s a good one. And it’s true,” I said.

“‘Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value,’” she continued.

I chuckled. “Also true.”

“Yoongi, you’re one of the grumpiest, most pessimistic people I know, and you don’t know any of these?” She placed her hands on her hips, teasing me with that playful spark in her eyes.

That was it. I straightened from the bench, glaring at her. She was provoking me, and God, did I want her.

“Last one, I promise,” she said with a smile. “’Hot glass looks exactly the same as cold glass.’ Learned that one the hard way.”

Our laughter mingled until Jimin cleared his throat behind us. “Can you keep it down? I’m trying to do science here.”

I rolled my eyes at Jimin, then turned back to Y/N, who was smoothing her ponytail, giggles subsiding. Her happiness was infectious, and I got lost in her eyes.

“Y/N,” I said, struggling to keep my voice even, “we should check on that gel.”

“What gel?” she asked, puzzled.

“The gel, Y/N.” I stared at her, hoping she’d understand.

“Oh… right,” she said, her smile turning knowing.

I followed her to the dark room, anticipation thrumming in my veins. Once inside, I switched off the lights, activating the IN USE signal. Y/N took a sharp breath, her excitement palpable.

“Are you trying to drive me mad?” I whispered, reaching for her face in the darkness.

“Maybe,” she whispered back, her breath warm against my skin.

My hands traveled to her neck, fingers sliding under her ponytail to release her hair. “Y/N… this isn’t smart. We could get caught.” I lifted her onto the counter, the cold bench pressing into my back.

“Not smart,” she agreed, her breath hitching against my neck.

“Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you when you provoke me?” My hand slipped under her shirt, cupping her breast. She gasped, and I pressed myself closer, making my point clear.

“Oh, it’s hard all right,” she giggled, wrapping her legs around me.

“You drive me insane, Y/N,” I murmured, biting her lip. She moaned softly, fisting my hair. “Please… can I?”

“Oh God, yes… Yoongi, please.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I lifted her with one hand, fumbling with the buttons of her jeans with the other. In seconds, I was inside her, stifling my moans into her shoulder.

God bless a dark room.

The weeks drift by in a blur of lab work and secret rendezvous. Y/N is a constant distraction—she teases me, contradicts me, drives me mad, excites me, motivates me, and challenges me all at once. I’ve never felt happier. Having her in my life has transformed my days from monotonous routines into a whirlwind of laughter and unexpected joy. I catch myself cracking jokes that aren’t laced with sarcasm, and I genuinely enjoy explaining new techniques to her, savoring our discussions and her insightful challenges. I never imagined mentoring could be so thrilling—or so fulfilling. Y/N pushes me to be better, to be happier, to have fun.

The lab buzzes with the unspoken tension of our secret. I’m sure everyone suspects something, but we maintain a facade of professionalism. Our attempts to date outside the lab are constantly thwarted by inconvenient encounters with colleagues. It’s frustrating as hell. I don’t care what people think, but the risk of getting into trouble with Jin or Y/N losing her chance to work in the lab keeps us cautious. So, we play the game, keeping up appearances, even though we’ve stolen away to the dark room eight times… not that I’m counting.

As the semester winds down, it becomes harder to heed Yoonji’s advice not to overthink the future. Y/N hopes to land a summer internship in the lab, but I haven’t had the heart to tell her how unlikely that is. Jin has never offered an internship after just one semester. I could vouch for her, but she’s adamant about not wanting special treatment. The thought of her securing an internship elsewhere, leaving for the summer, gnaws at me. The impending separation looms like a dark cloud, promising a long and miserable summer.

Tonight, Jin is hosting the department's end-of-semester party. I sit in my car, ready to drive Y/N there, trying to suppress my annoyance at having to pretend all night. We’re picking up Hoseok and Serena too, a cover to avoid suspicion. Waiting in the car like some kind of creep, I watch the building's entrance.

Then I see her, and all my irritation dissipates. Thank God for May weather—Y/N is wearing a skirt. She smiles at me through the window, and as she gets in, her lips meet mine, her hands finding their way to my neck. I encircle her waist, breathing in deeply, savoring her scent. Even after two months, my need for her is as urgent as ever.

“Hi…” she breathes as she pulls back, her fingers tracing patterns in my hair. I close my eyes, enjoying her touch.

“Hi…” I murmur, resting my forehead against hers. “You’re wearing a skirt.” I groan, my hand sliding down from her waist, over her thigh, and under the soft fabric.

“I am,” she says, her lips brushing my neck. I tease her inner thigh, each stroke inching closer to where I want my fingers to be. “What are you doing?” she whispers in my ear.

“I don’t want to go to this thing.” I nibble her earlobe. “Can we just stay here?” My fingers hover over her panties, but she traps my hand between her thighs.

“No…” she breathes, her voice shaky. “You promised we’d go. Jin invited me personally. Please.”

Her plea makes me relent, and I move back, our foreheads still touching. “But you’re wearing a skirt. You know what that does to me?” I caress her thigh again, unable to resist.

“I have an idea,” she giggles.

“I’m going to be hard and uncomfortable the whole time,” I say, trying to keep my tone light.

“I’ll take care of it afterward,” she promises. I groan again, starting the car.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

As I drive, Y/N fumbles with the radio, displeased with the music.

“Oh, I know!” She reaches for the glove box. “Can we listen to this?” She holds up my mom’s Carpenters CD.

My chest tightens, but I try to smile. I haven’t told her about my parents, and while she knows I moved in with my aunt and uncle as a kid, she hasn’t pried. She’s giving me time, waiting for me to open up.

“Not a chance,” I snap, slipping into our usual banter.

“C’mon, I want to listen to it.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Why have a Carpenters CD if you don’t like them?”

“Y/N…”

I really don’t want to get into it tonight.

“Just one song, please?” Her eager eyes and smile make it impossible to refuse. I nod, focusing on the road. She opens the case and sees my mom’s note, and my chest tightens again.

“Oh…” she says softly. “You didn’t want me to see this.” She closes the case. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Just put the CD on. It’s fine.”

“No, Yoongi. This obviously has sentimental value. I’m sorry.” Concern etches her features.

“Hey, don’t be upset.” I reach for her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. “Let’s forget it. I’ll tell you about the note another time. Okay?”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats, eyes locked on mine.

“It’s fine.” I smile, pushing thoughts of my parents away. I grab my iPod, knowing exactly what will cheer her up. When The Police starts playing, her smile returns, and all feels right in the world.

I place my hand over hers on her thigh, the sensation of the skirt fabric under our intertwined fingers reminding me of the night ahead.

Oh God, the skirt, the party… this is going to be hell.

“Hey, Y/N! Ready to mingle with the senior citizens?” Hoseok’s voice cuts through the chatter as he hops into the car and settles behind me.

“So, what’s the plan?” Serena chimes in, sliding into the backseat beside Y/N.

“Can we please keep this low-key? We’re just giving Y/N a ride, nothing more,” I say, trying to keep the irritation from seeping into my tone. Of course, they ignore me.

“Y/N, how about you and I walk in first? The boys can follow behind us,” Serena suggests, leaning forward to prop herself between our seats like a self-appointed traffic cop.

“Or… I could stroll in with Y/N, my arm around her shoulders. You know, start some fun rumors,” Hoseok pipes up, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Ow!” He yelps as Serena gives him a swift elbow to the ribs. “Come on, babe! I was just joking!”

“Seriously, Hoseok. That dog act is getting old,” I mutter, catching Serena’s annoyed glare in the rearview mirror.

“How is this not a big deal?” I groan under my breath.

“How about we all walk in holding hands? All four of us!” Y/N suggests, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I turn to scowl at her. “You too?” She flashes me a grin, scrunching her nose playfully.

We finally pull up to Jin's house, and as we pile out of the car, I notice Y/N walking ahead, chatting with Serena. I fall back next to Hoseok, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. 

Inside, Y/N glances back at me, then disappears into the crowd. I greet Jin and grab a drink, then find a spot by the back wall. Familiar faces from the lab are scattered around, some with their families. I find myself chatting with a few of them, even playing with a little kid in a sweater that says “Future Scientist.” I snort at the irony—here's hoping he grows up to be an engineer instead.

To my surprise, I’m not hating this night. I lean against the wall, stealing glances at Y/N as she lights up while talking to Prof. Tanner, one of the few female professors in our department. I’ve heard she can be a total nightmare, but she’s all smiles for Y/N. What gives? 

As Y/N mingles, I can’t help but wonder if there’s anyone who wouldn’t be drawn to her charm. Just then, Jungkook appears out of nowhere, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. My heart races, and I shoot up from my chair.

“She’s got it under control,” Serena whispers, her grip firm on my elbow as we watch Y/N step away from Jungkook, saying something before he wanders off. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, sinking back down in my seat. Y/N glances my way, her eyes briefly meeting mine before she moves on.

“Yoongi, you need to get it together. You’re staring at her like some creepy stalker,” Serena says, finally releasing my elbow.

I sigh, knowing she’s right. We bicker a lot, but beneath her icy exterior, she really does look out for me.

Hoseok appears, holding another round of drinks, and I begin to feel a little lighter. But when I find Y/N again, she’s deep in conversation with Jin. I can see the passion in her gestures, the way she lights up as she talks about her project. It fills me with pride to see how far she’s come this semester, how confident she is now.

Jin glances at me a couple of times during their conversation. I try to focus on my drink, but the curiosity gnaws at me. Is he proud of her? Does he see what I see?

“Dude, Jimin is giving you a death stare,” Hoseok whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts. I follow his gaze and meet Jimin’s dark brown eyes. He quickly looks away, a slight frown on his face.

I shrug, trying to shake off the feeling of unease. “He has a weird stare. You think he suspects something?”

“Probably,” Hoseok says. “I don’t know how much longer you can keep this charade up. It’s torture.” I rub my chest, where a tightness has been growing since Y/N walked away.

“Jeon can’t take a hint, huh?” Hoseok mutters, and I see Y/N accepting a drink from Jungkook.

Are you kidding me?

My hand tightens into a fist on my thigh as I down the rest of my drink, a wave of frustration crashing over me. Y/N smiles at Jungkook, and while I’m somewhat relieved to see it doesn’t reach her eyes like when she smiles at me, it still makes my blood boil. I want her by my side, to claim her as mine. I want Jungkook to back off.

“Dude, calm down,” Hoseok says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I turn to him, exhaling sharply through my nose.

My night is crumbling, and I feel on the verge of snapping.

“I can’t, okay? I’m going to take a breather.” I stand abruptly, forcing myself not to look for Y/N again. I know if I see her with him, I might lose it and drag her away like some caveman.

“Want me to come with you?” Hoseok asks, his concern evident.

“No, I’m fine,” I reply, but my tone lacks conviction.

I storm into Jin’s sprawling backyard, seeking solace in the shadows. I need to figure out what’s happening inside my head. Why does this pressure in my chest hurt so much? It’s ridiculous—I shouldn’t be feeling like this over someone. I should be rational. 

Sinking onto a bench, I rest my head in my hands. 

God, I’m losing my mind. Or maybe I’m turning into a hypochondriac… or both.

I just want Y/N. I need her. I miss her. I love her.

My head falls back against the bench. 

Is this what love feels like? 

Suddenly, I hear a soft voice. “Hey… what’s wrong?” 

I didn’t even notice Y/N coming outside. I lift my head and lean back, letting out a deep sigh.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I say, but the anger slips through despite my best efforts.

“Yoongi…” She sits beside me and takes my hand in hers.

“This party sucks!” I snap, but she doesn’t flinch. She never does. Y/N knows me too well, understands my rough edges. I never want to take my frustration out on her.

“What sucks?” Her voice is steady, soothing. How does she do it?

“This stupid party…” I trail off, staring at our hands.

She laughs lightly. “Are you drunk?”

“No! I’m not!” Realizing I raised my voice again, I groan and try to regain my composure. “I want you beside me. I want to tell Jungkook to back off because you’re mine. I want to hold your hand, put my arm around you, keep you warm. I don’t want to hide this anymore.”

“I know…” Y/N reaches for my face, her fingers brushing my hair behind my ear. I lean into her touch, closing my eyes as her words unravel me. “I want to be beside you too,” she whispers, and it feels like the world has shifted. “But right now, it’s not smart for us. The semester is almost over. I’ll find an internship in a different lab, and then we won’t have to hide anymore.”

So I’m screwed either way. If she finds a different lab, we won’t have to keep this secret, but I won’t get to see her every day. And if she stays, we’ll be stuck in this limbo.

“Can we go soon?” I plead, my frustration boiling over. I want to escape this place, take Y/N somewhere safe where I can finally let myself be with her.

“We just got here,” she giggles, trying to lighten the mood. “Stop being so grumpy and let’s get back inside.” She rises, but I grip her hand tightly.

“You know I hate when you call me grumpy.”

“No, you don’t. You love it,” she counters with a bright smile.

I do love it. And I love you.

The words sit heavy on my tongue, burning to be spoken, but I hold them back.

I pulled her gently between my legs, my hand finding its way to her cheek as I brought our lips together. She kissed me back, soft and tentative, but then, with a push against my chest, she pulled away.

I groaned, rising from the bench. “I’ll go in first. You follow in a few minutes, okay?” I needed a moment to gather my thoughts, and the warmth of her fingers lingering on my chest felt like a whisper of reassurance.

“Yeah…” I breathed out, almost a whine.

“And try to have some fun.” She shot me a playful smile that sent a flutter through my chest.

“Yeeees…” I groaned again, turning to walk away.

“You’re being a big baby, you know that, right?” Her teasing tone made me roll my eyes.

“Y/N, don’t provoke me,” I sighed, tugging at the hair on the back of my neck.

“Okay, okay.” She giggled, her laughter lightening the air between us. “I promise to sit by you for a bit.” With that, she let me head inside alone.

I lingered outside for a few more moments, trying to cool off and collect my thoughts before re-entering the fray.

Just as I was about to step back in, Jimin stumbled outside, looking a bit worse for wear. “Yoongi! There you are,” he said, plopping down on the bench next to me.

“Jimin,” I greeted, not really in the mood for small talk.

“So… are you like social now?” he asked, his words slurred from the alcohol he’d consumed.

“What do you mean?” I feigned interest, though I really didn’t care.

“You never used to come to these things,” he pointed out, sounding suspicious, as if I’d committed some sort of crime.

I shrugged and stood up, feeling the urge to escape. “Are you sleeping with your undergrad?” he blurted, trying to whisper but failing miserably.

A glare shot across my face as I realized he suspected something. Jimin was definitely too drunk for this conversation. “Jimin, I think you should stop drinking,” I advised, and when he just stared blankly, I added, “I better get back inside before Hoseok thinks I left without him.” I didn’t wait for his reply as I headed back in.

Y/N was sitting with Hoseok and Serena when I walked over, and the moment she smiled at me, my chest tightened with a mix of longing and pride. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her hand or leg, but I managed to sit back, trying to play it cool. 

I was surprisingly glad I’d come. I’d anticipated a dull evening, but it turned out to be quite enjoyable. Watching Y/N all dolled up, chatting with everyone, filled me with a sense of pride. 

Then, as Jin started playing Nelly, the atmosphere shifted. Seeing Dr. Amun-Kebi, bow tie and all, dancing to “Hot in Here” was an image that would be burned in my memory forever.

Later, Y/N paced nervously through my room in her underwear, her damp hair leaving a faint mist in the air. I watched her, my heart pounding at the sight of her anxious movements as she rummaged through her bag. The tension felt heavy, almost suffocating.

“Y/N, you’re going to do great,” I said, my voice still laced with sleep as I tried to offer her some comfort.

“You don’t know that,” she replied tightly, finally finding what she was looking for. 

“You know this stuff better than anyone else in that room,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows to catch her gaze.

“That’s not true. You’ll be there too.” She faced me, comb in hand, her worry evident as she began to untangle her wet hair.

“Exactly! So, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” I flashed her a reassuring smile, but it felt weak against her rising anxiety.

“I stutter when I’m nervous,” she admitted, her voice wavering as she pulled out her clothes and bent over, her vulnerability stark against the backdrop of my cluttered room.

“Then try to relax,” I said, taking a deep breath. “You’ve put in so much work, and you know your project inside and out. You’ll do amazing, Y/N.”

“What if Jin asks me something I don’t know?” Panic danced in her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips.

“You don’t have to know everything. I’ll be there too—this is my project too. Remember, it’s not a test. The point is to discuss the results together, nothing more.”

Slowly, her frown faded, replaced by a tentative grin. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling me, her wet hair dripping onto my shoulder. The scent of her filled the air, intoxicating, as she leaned in to kiss me softly.

I lay back, tracing the strap of her bra with my finger. “I know how to get you to relax,” I teased.

“Not a chance, Grumpy. We’d be late,” she shot back, rubbing against me just enough to send a bolt of desire through my body.

“Y/N, you’re such a tease,” I groaned, dropping my head back in exasperation.

“And you have a foul mouth, Min,” she replied, disappearing into the bathroom, her voice echoing playfully.

“Which, coincidentally, you love,” I called after her.

She poked her head out, toothbrush in her mouth. “That… I do.”

With a lazy stretch, I got up from the bed, dragging my feet toward the bathroom. She stood by the sink, brushing her teeth in her adorable smiley-face underwear, making me ache with need. “You’re going to pay for my blue balls tonight,” I murmured into her neck, eliciting a giggle as my stubble brushed against her soft skin. 

She bent over to rinse her mouth, pressing her behind into the growing bulge in my boxers, causing a deep groan to escape my lips. I playfully smacked her ass as she squealed, darting out of the bathroom.

“Don’t take forever, Grumpy. I want to be early to set things up!”

Y/N and I stood in the seminar room, preparing everything for the presentation. The space was cozy, just big enough for the nine of us in our group, including Jin. After confirming that all the slides displayed correctly, I shot Y/N an encouraging smile and took a seat toward the back, keeping a close eye on her.

I could see the nerves bubbling beneath her composed exterior. We had gone over every detail last night, and I knew she was ready for this moment.

Jin kicked things off with some lab business, and then it was Y/N’s turn to shine. As she started her talk, she stumbled over her words just once at the beginning, but quickly found her rhythm, her confidence blossoming with every passing second. My heart swelled with pride as I watched her speak; she was absolutely incredible.

Jin seemed impressed too, prompting her to elaborate on a few points, which she handled flawlessly. But then Jimin jumped in with questions that felt a bit off-base, probing into unrelated techniques and approaches. Y/N stumbled over a couple of his inquiries, but she made educated guesses, maintaining her poise. Still, I could feel my irritation rising. What the hell was Jimin’s problem?

“That was all nice… uh… Y/N?” Jimin hesitated, clearly relishing the moment as he mispronounced her name. My blood boiled at his deliberate slight. 

“I just don’t see the point.”

“The p-point?” Y/N stuttered again, and it took everything in me to keep my temper in check. I wanted to tear Jimin apart for being such a jerk.

“Yeah, I mean… so you found two new toxin genes. How is that going to help anything?” Jimin shrugged dismissively, and I could feel my frustration reaching a boiling point.

Before Y/N could respond, I jumped in, my voice sharper than I intended. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jimin. Are you questioning the impact of my research?”

Jimin turned to face me, a smug expression creeping across his face.

“Yoongi…” Jin’s warning gaze made it clear I needed to rein it in.

“No, seriously. Please, tell me if you are,” I shot back, my eyes locking onto Jimin's, daring him to continue.

“Actually,” Y/N interjected softly from the front of the room, pulling our attention back to her. “I think I might be able to answer that question.” She glanced at me for permission, and I nodded, stepping back to let her take the spotlight.

“Please, go ahead,” Jin encouraged her, his tone supportive.

“Well… if these two toxins are, as we’ve shown, involved in the cancerous growth of stomach epithelium cells, then studying their protein structure and interaction will provide insight into the anomalous stomach pathology caused by H. pylori… and its possible cure.”

I couldn’t have put it better myself. My heart swelled with pride and something deeper. Marry me?

“Marvelous!” Jin exclaimed, while Jimin huffed, sinking into his chair in defeat. My annoyance at Jimin evaporated, replaced by overwhelming joy. I couldn’t take my eyes off Y/N as she smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. I wanted to run to her, scoop her up in my arms, and kiss her senseless, but I managed to stay seated, a wide grin plastered on my face.

As the room emptied, I lingered behind with Y/N, pretending to help pack up the projector and laptop. It was just an excuse to stay close to her, to contain the waves of emotions crashing inside me. Jin congratulated her one last time before leaving, and I counted his steps, waiting until he was far enough away. My heart raced, and when I could wait no longer, I dropped everything and rushed to Y/N, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her desperately.

“You did amazing!” I said, my voice breathless with excitement.

“I was so nervous!” she admitted, her eyes wide.

“I know, but you nailed it!” I kissed her again, unable to get enough of her.

Still holding her face, I searched her eyes. “Geez, Y/N… you’re incredible. I—” I leaned closer, resting my hands on the table behind her, my lips trying to convey everything words couldn’t. It was more than just her success or my pride as a scientist; it was so much deeper than that.

“I want to cook you dinner tonight,” I said, pulling her into a tight embrace.

She smiled up at me. “You do?”

“Yes. We’re having a celebration date at my place.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I kissed the top of her head, reluctantly letting her go as we gathered our things to head back to the lab. My heart was full, my mind racing with excitement and a twinge of fear. I’d never been happier in my life.

Now the only question was: what on earth was I going to cook for Y/N?

We returned to the lab, the earlier tension between Y/N and me fading as we wrapped up our tasks. Her eyes sparkled with determination as she headed off for her final exam, and we agreed to meet at my apartment for dinner later. Just as I was about to slip out early to prepare, an email notification pinged in my inbox.

From: Seokjin Kim, seokjinkim(at)fhcrc(.)org   Sent: Friday, May 13, 2024, 4:27 PM   To: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu  

Yoongi,

We need to talk about your undergrad. Please stop by my office.

Jin

-

Dr. Seokjin Kim   Member, Division of Basic Sciences   Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center   1100 Fairview Avenue North   Seattle, WA 98109-1024  

Shit. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Jin had never summoned me to his office like this before. He usually came down to the lab if he wanted to talk. The email's terse tone sent a chill racing down my spine. There was only one reason he’d call me in like this—he knew about Y/N and me. 

That jerk, Jimin, must have said something. 

No point speculating now; I had to face Jin. My heart raced as I imagined the worst. He’d tell me Y/N and I couldn’t be together, that she wouldn’t be able to work in the lab anymore. The thought twisted my gut with regret. I should have been more careful, kept my feelings in check.

Shit.

I knocked on Jin’s door and stepped inside. He was facing his computer, barely glancing at me as I sank into the chair across from him. 

“Hello, Yoongi. Take a seat,” he said, his voice calm but layered with an undercurrent I couldn’t quite place. “Let me just finish this email.”

I watched him type, the sound of the keys echoing like a death knell. Finally, he turned, a smile dancing on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes. I nodded, trying to mask my nerves, my hands gripping the chair arms.

“I have to say, I was very impressed with Y/N’s seminar. She showed a broad knowledge of the project, answered questions confidently, and gathered an impressive amount of data for just one semester.”

“She is incredible,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Nice, Yoongi. Way to keep it cool.

Jin raised an eyebrow, nodding. “She does seem very mature, dedicated, and hardworking.”

“She is.” I couldn’t help but think of all the moments we’d shared, both in the lab and out.

“So, I called you in here for two things. First, I want to offer Y/N a position as a summer intern. What do you think?” 

My heart leaped. Jin had never offered an undergrad a position after just one semester. This was amazing! Y/N was going to be thrilled. 

“That’s… um… that’s great! She completely deserves it, and it would be an incredible opportunity for her. She wants to apply to grad school next fall, so summer research would be really beneficial.”

“I see… so you approve?” Jin asked, tilting his head.

The way he looked at me made my blood run cold. He didn’t need my approval. Something was off.

“O-of course,” I stammered, my instincts telling me there was more to this conversation.

“Well, that leads to the second thing I wanted to discuss.” He shifted in his chair, crossing his legs as if he were settling in for a serious talk. 

Here we go…

“It seems you have a very close relationship with Y/N. You seem very… protective of her.”

I knew it! Jimin must have spilled the beans. My fists clenched at the thought.

“Now, I understand it’s in your nature—her being under your care and all—to be protective. But there’s something else,” Jin continued, tapping his finger against his lips thoughtfully. “I’ve noticed the change she’s brought about in you. It’s fascinating.”

Geez… Jin and his fascination.

Before I could respond, he went on. “Of course, I would never ask if there’s something unprofessional going on because that would be tactless. However, you should know that involving yourself in a romantic relationship with an undergrad—especially if she’ll be getting paid for the summer—is completely unacceptable.”

Fucking shit.

My hands gripped the chair so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I couldn’t do this. Hiding my feelings for Y/N felt impossible, but I’d have to—for her sake. This was an incredible opportunity. We’d have to keep it up until she graduated. Damn, that was a whole year! Maybe I could graduate sooner, find a job in another lab…

Jin was staring at me, eyebrows raised, when suddenly he burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the small office.

“I’m just messing with you, kid.” He slapped his thighs as his laughter subsided. “Your personal life outside this lab is none of my business. As long as it doesn’t affect your work or hers, I have no problem with it.”

I stared at him, dumbfounded. Did he just say what I thought he said?

“You know, when I met Mrs. Kim, she was a post-doc in this lab.”

“I didn’t know that…” I exhaled, the tension draining from my body.

“Well, now that this is settled, I’ll offer Y/N the position.”

“O-okay.”

Still in shock, I left Jin’s office. Before I even reached the lab, my phone rang—Y/N, squealing about Jin’s offer. I didn’t mention my conversation with him; I’d save that for tonight during our celebration dinner.

Our celebration dinner… Oh God. What was I thinking? I couldn’t cook!

I definitely needed to stop at the grocery store unless I wanted to serve Y/N mac and cheese for dinner. Sighing, I realized I had no idea what to prepare. Time to turn to my all-knowing best friend: Google.

Search: What to cook for your girlfriend? Search Results: 5 Easy Meals To Cook For Her – AskMen.com

AskMen.com? Seriously? 

Chipotle Shrimp Kabobs…

What the actual fuck?

Sautéed Lemon Garlic Chicken…

Really, AskMen? Really? 

I groaned, frustration bubbling up. This was not going well. Maybe I should try again.

Search: Easy dinner for two Search Results: Cooking for Two Recipes – Allrecipes.com

Allrecipes.com? I think I’ve heard Yoonji mention this site before. 

Salmon with Raspberry Ginger Glaze…

Holy shit! And these are the easy ones?

I slammed my forehead against the desk repeatedly. Okay, maybe I should stick to something I already knew how to make… like grilled cheese. Or pasta! I could whip up some pasta sauce.

Search: Easy Pasta Sauce Search Results: Easy Vodka Sauce – Allrecipes.com

Now we’re talking. 

I jotted down all the ingredients and headed to the store, feeling a flicker of hope.

I was chopping onions into tiny squares when my phone buzzed with a text from Y/N.

Undergrad: I’m done with the semester! Woot! Woot! Do you want me to come early to help with dinner?

Yes… please… no!

C’mon, I can handle this. How hard could it be? Just follow the protocol, Min.

Me: What? No faith in me, Y/L/N?

I typed quickly, trying not to let the onion juice splatter all over my cell. 

Shit…

Undergrad: I would prefer not to get food poisoning. I have an internship this summer! :)”

I couldn’t help but smile at the screen.

Me: You’re distracting me. See you here at 7. P.S. Smiley faces are lame.”

Undergrad: And you, my Grumpy, are adorable!

I chuckled, my heart racing with excitement. Maybe I could do this after all. Just as long as I didn’t burn the kitchen down.

When Y/N knocked at the door, it was only a quarter to seven. I had the garlic bread in the oven, and the sauce still needed another thirty minutes to simmer. I’d hoped to squeeze in a quick shower before she arrived, but clearly, that plan was a bust.

I opened the door to find Y/N standing there, a bright smile lighting up her face. “Did you wrestle the tomatoes?” she giggled, tiptoeing in for a quick kiss. “Hi…”

I wanted nothing more than to pull her close, but I was covered in tomato juice and splatters from head to toe. “Give me a sec,” I said, retreating to my bedroom to change.

When I returned, she was by the sink, eyes wide as she surveyed the chaos I’d created. “Geez, Yoongi. How many things are you making?” She gestured dramatically to the pile of pots and utensils stacked high.

“Just the one dish, Y/N,” I replied, trying to sound casual while stirring the bubbling sauce.

“Did you feel the need to use every pot in the kitchen? Were you trying them all out?” She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Okay, Y/L/N. You’re getting on my nerves. I’m trying to cook here.” I continued mixing, trying to ignore her playful jabs.

“You should use a wooden spoon,” she advised, inching closer with a wooden spoon in hand. “The metal one makes the sauce acidic. The metal reacts with the pH of the tomatoes—”

I shot her a glare. “I didn’t even know I owned a wooden spoon,” I grumbled, taking it from her. “I almost have a PhD, you know.”

“Okay… okay… Mr. PhD.” She waved her hands in mock surrender. “Can I play some music?” She reached for my laptop on the counter and gasped, laughter bubbling out. “Oh my gosh… you googled the meaning of sautéed?”

“Okay, that’s it, Y/L/N.” I pretended to drop the wooden spoon over the counter dramatically. “No dinner for you.” I pointed a finger at her, struggling to keep a straight face.

“I’m sorry!” she laughed, and I stepped closer, cornering her against the counter. “It does smell delicious,” she whispered, running a finger down my chest.

“And I haven’t even showered yet.” I dropped kisses along her neck, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her shirt.

“You do smell delicious too,” she said in a husky whisper.

“Liar. I stink of onions.”

“Only a little bit.” She giggled into my neck as I lifted her up onto the counter. “Thanks for making me dinner.”

“My pleasure,” I murmured, nuzzling her neck. She smelled amazing—like warmth and sunshine. I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Congratulations on your internship, Y/N. You absolutely earned it.”

“Yeah… about that,” she said, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. “I haven’t said yes yet.”

“Why not?” I asked, confusion painting my features.

“Well, I have to think about it.”

“Y/N, it’s an incredible opportunity. Jin has never offered an internship to a student after only one semester of work.”

“I know… but…” She bit her lip, trailing off.

“What is it?” I cupped her cheek with my hand, rubbing my thumb along her skin.

“Well… are we going to be okay if I join the lab for the summer? We’ll have to keep hiding this, and I know it’s been getting… um… difficult… for both of us.”

I sighed in relief, a smile creeping onto my face. It was sweet of her to include herself, especially when I’d been the one making everything complicated. The thought of her giving up this chance for us made my heart swell. “Yeah… about that…” I echoed her earlier words. She looked at me expectantly. “I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult about the whole thing… but it turns out, we don’t need to hide anymore. I mean, we should still keep things professional in the lab and all, but… Jin sort of knows.”

“WHAT?” She pushed me back with a hand on my chest, her eyes wide.

“I think it was becoming obvious, Y/N. He didn’t ask me directly, but he said our personal life had nothing to do with our work. As long as it didn’t affect our performance, he didn’t care.”

“He doesn’t care?” Her voice was still high-pitched with surprise.

“Apparently, his wife worked for him once too…” I shrugged, returning my attention to dinner. I stirred the sauce and tossed a pinch of salt into the boiling water before adding the spaghetti.

“That… that changes things,” she said slowly, her brow furrowed.

I stepped back between her legs, looking into her eyes. “What is it?”

“So, um… do you want me to take the internship? You won’t get tired of me?”

“What kind of question is that, Y/N?” I shook my head, feeling a pang in my chest. “I’ve been aching, physically hurting, thinking about you taking an internship somewhere else and leaving me for the whole summer.”

Her smile was radiant, brightening the dim kitchen. “You have?”

“Yes…”

“Well, it looks like I won’t be going anywhere,” she declared.

“Good. Because I have a lot of work to do, and I could really use an overachieving undergrad with some pretty amazing skills at the bench.”

“I’d say my skills go beyond the bench. Wouldn’t you agree?” she asked, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

“I would…” I pointed the wooden spoon at her playfully. “But don’t distract me now, or I’ll burn your dinner.”

Dinner turned out surprisingly well. We ate as she excitedly recounted her classes, finals, classmates, and professors. I sat back, just soaking in the sight of her—how her eyes lit up when she spoke, how her mouth curved into a smile, the way her eyebrows danced with every emotion. Watching her enjoy life, so passionate and full of energy, felt like a precious gift I never wanted to take for granted.

Y/N was drying the last few dishes, the rhythmic swish of the towel against porcelain filling the quiet kitchen with a comforting cadence. I approached her from behind, the warmth of her body radiating toward me as I leaned in to kiss her neck. The familiar flutter of anticipation twisted in my stomach. “You want to show off some of those non-bench skills of yours?”

She turned to me, a playful smile on her lips. As I leaned on the counter, I caught a whiff of my own odor wafting up. “God, I stink…”

Her laughter bubbled up, light and teasing. “It’s fine.”

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I asked, a hopeful lilt creeping into my voice.

“Can I join you?” 

A grin broke across my face, and I took her hand, leading us toward the bathroom. The air between us crackled with a tension that felt electric, urging me to shed my shirt and pants before we even reached the shower.

She kicked off her shoes, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her jeans while I turned the water on, steam swirling like ethereal ghosts in the dim light. “May I?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around her wrist. She nodded, her eyes shimmering with mischief.

With practiced ease, I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles. As I knelt to kiss her calves, then her knees, and finally her thighs, her giggles rang out like music, lifting the weight of the world off my shoulders. “Your scruff tickles,” she said, her voice bright and breathy.

I lifted her shirt over her head, tracing my fingers along the delicate straps of her bra. Once our underwear was discarded like forgotten memories, I pulled her close, feeling her warmth envelop me as her legs wrapped around my waist. Our differing heights made this an all-too-familiar arrangement, a perfect fit for everything we were about to share.

She squealed as I jumped into the shower, icy water hitting us both and sending shockwaves of heat through my body. Her lips found mine, soft and insistent, and I pressed her back against the cool tiles, the world outside fading away.

“Put me down,” she murmured hoarsely into my ear.

I obliged, feeling the rush of her kisses trailing down my chest as she sank to her knees, a wicked smile playing on her lips. 

“Y/N…” I breathed, leaning against the slick wall for support, knowing what was coming. This was one of her non-bench skills—a skill I’d come to appreciate in ways I couldn’t quite articulate. The water cascaded over us, hot and cold, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time.

She began slowly, teasing, her hands wrapping around me, her tongue swirling around my tip, and I groaned, the sound swallowed by the rushing water. My instincts told me to hold back, but the pleasure was too sweet, too intoxicating. 

“Y/N…” I rasped, the words spilling out like a confession, “I’m… shit…”

But she didn’t relent. No, she tightened her grip and quickened her pace, and as my knees weakened beneath me, I surrendered to the waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I grabbed at the shower curtain rod, but it shook under my weight. I couldn’t hold on anymore.

With a final, desperate groan, I let go, surrendering to the moment, the pleasure consuming me entirely. She rose from her knees, licking her lips, that look in her eyes making my heart race. “You are one talented woman,” I murmured against her neck, panting.

Still wrapped around me, I stumbled into the bedroom, a tangle of limbs and laughter. I collapsed onto the bed, her body beneath me, and kissed her everywhere, exploring the soft curves that felt like home.

I knelt beside the bed, pulling her legs over my shoulders, my hands wandering over her hips as I feasted on the sweetness before me. The taste of her was electric, sending jolts of desire straight to my core. 

“God, Y/N, you taste even better than you smell,” I groaned, losing myself in her as she writhed beneath my touch, her moans filling the air like a siren’s song. 

It was then that I realized bringing her pleasure was no longer just a thrill; it was my favorite pastime, a dance of intimacy that bound us closer than any words could express. I placed soft kisses along her body, the world outside fading into obscurity, leaving only us—lost in our own private paradise. 

“Mmmmmm… Yoongi…” she sighed, fingers tangling in my hair. “Very… talented… yourself.”

I chuckled, planting another kiss on her lips, affection bubbling up like a tide. I love you, I love you, I love you…

“Inside… now,” she commanded, breathless and eager.

“Yes, ma’am,” I grinned, knowing this night would linger in our memories long after the water had dried.

“Y/N?” I gently comb my fingers through her damp hair, the strands clinging to my chest like the remnants of a storm.

“Hmm?” Her voice is soft, almost dreamy, as if she’s still wrapped up in the warmth of the moment.

“I… I want to tell you about my parents.” As I speak, she lifts her head, folding her arms over my chest, resting her chin there like it’s a pillow—a sanctuary amid the chaos of my memories.

A tiny grin dances on her lips, and she nods, encouraging me to continue.

“You probably guessed that they’re dead, right?”

She nods again, her gaze steady. “I know they’re not part of your life now… I figured something must have happened.”

“My dad died when I was four,” I say, the words tumbling out bluntly, like the beginning of a ghost story. 

“I’m sorry…” Her voice is small, fragile.

“I don’t remember him, except for pictures.” I shrug, trying to shake off the weight of the past. “He had pretty aggressive colon cancer—killed him in two months.”

“Oh my God, Yoongi… I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I attempt a smile, but it probably comes out crooked and imperfect, like an old photograph faded by time. “So it was just my mom and me for a while… but when I was eleven, she was diagnosed with breast cancer.”

Her eyes widen, a shadow of understanding crossing her face as she starts rubbing gentle circles on my chest with her fingers, an attempt to soothe the pain I’m dredging up.

“She was so strong, though. She fought it for almost two years, with the most eager and positive attitude you can imagine. Kind of like you, in a way.” I flash her another smile, hoping to lighten the moment, but Y/N���s eyes glisten with unshed tears, and she remains silent, letting me spill my heart.

“When she started getting worse, we moved in with my aunt, uncle, and Yoonji. My dad’s brother, Namjoon, is one of the best oncologists on the West Coast. But after metastasis, there was pretty much nothing else he could do.” 

“And that’s why you do cancer research,” she says, piecing it all together.

“It was Namjoon’s idea, really. He talked about how frustrating it was, being an oncologist, waiting for new therapies, new drugs, and discoveries. I figured it made sense to devote my life to that.”

“It does…” she replies, her tone soft but firm, a steady anchor in my turbulent sea of memories.

“I know it’s not a very profitable career…” I pause, the weight of Estelle’s words echoing in my mind, the sting of her judgment lingering like a bad dream—wasting my time.

“Profitable?” Her disbelief catches me off guard, pulling me from my thoughts. “What do you need so much money for anyway? You’re doing something you love. Something meaningful. That’s so much more important.”

Y/N renders me speechless with her insight, her understanding washing over me like a wave, leaving me breathless. I kiss the top of her head, the moment stretching between us until I decide to share the last piece of my story, the promise I made her before.

“My mom… um… she loved The Carpenters. She would make me sing their songs to her all the time. At the end—when she was breathing through a tube and couldn’t speak anymore—she wrote that note you saw on the CD.”

“‘I’ll be with Daddy soon’?” Y/N remembers, her voice barely a whisper, the words hanging heavy in the air.

“Yes…” I run a hand through my hair, staring at the ceiling as if the white paint might offer me some solace. I try to breathe through the lump in my throat. “I still miss her… so much.” I keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling, willing them not to fill with tears, blaming the onions and their cruel sulfenic acids when they finally betray me.

After a few deep breaths, I turn to face Y/N, who is sniffling, her hands trembling slightly.

“Y/N, don’t cry. Please.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just so sad. I’m so sorry.” She cries over my chest, and I run my hand over her hair, creating a soothing rhythm in the storm of emotions.

“I know. But I’m okay. I’m happy now.”

“You are?”

“Yes, because of you.”

Her sniffles dissolve into giggles, a beautiful mix of laughter and tears, and she never ceases to amaze me with her resilience.

“I love you, Y/N.” The words burn in my throat, raw and true, echoing in the empty spaces of my heart.

She lifts her head, staring at me through her wet eyelashes, and I know she can feel how my heart pounds beneath her. I’m overwhelmed by emotions, but I’ve never spoken truer words. After a moment, Y/N’s hand reaches behind my neck, and her lips collide with mine in a passionate kiss, her tears mingling with mine.

“And I love you…” she breathes in between kisses, her voice trembling with sincerity. “So… so… so much.”

We fall asleep like that, her warm body over my chest, the world fading away. I feel a profound relief, a weight lifting as she gets to know me in ways no one ever has. And even though shadows of uncertainty linger about our future, I realize I don’t have to solve everything right now. Like Y/N said, I would savor my time—my time with her, my time in school. As long as she was by my side, nothing else mattered. I was doing what I loved, and the person I loved was right there with me. It couldn’t possibly get any better than this.

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✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7 x Plus Size! Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: "What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.

Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?"

OR  

The one where seven campus princes who are used to getting everything they wanted get enchanted by your distrust and brattiness, climbing over each other to get a smile from you who could not be bothered to give them a single second of your day.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: I wanna leave this here as sort of a trigger warning: this work features a plus size main character and throughout the story there will be mean comments from characters about her body and her journey dealing with said comments. A lot of it comes from my own experience as a (now ex-ish) plus size girl myself and my path to living peacefully within my body. And although this work is about Y/N's relationship with the boys, I like to think that she still would've continued to grow and blossom happily on her own. Let this be something you learn from this fic, as I say right on the first chapter: You don't have to love the way you look right away, you just can't let it stop you from doing the things you want and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.

Thank you for reading <3

P.S: Red daisies, like many red flowers, represent love and romance. Florists often use them to communicate affection to someone who doesn’t know how beautiful they are—a.k.a. beauty unknown to the possessor. 

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

The pattern in your relationships - if you could call them that - was tiring, to say the least. Once, they might have been soul crushing, but time and repetition took away the novelty of your pain and now the endgame was a mild, resented disappointment.

It started with kindness and a gentle smile, mainly from your part. You treated anyone who gave you any smidgen of attention with the utmost sweetness, hoping your energy would be matched. And sometimes it was, for a while. Sometimes you got to be on the receiving end of a blinding smile or a casual touch and you allowed yourself to hope - no, pray -that that could be it. That someone, some modern day knight in shiny armor , saw through your looks and decided that you were deserving of love, despite societal norms,

But men had a way of setting you up for disappointment. A talent, truly.

You were tired, you decided that night. No, beyond that, you were exhausted, scarred, bitter, hopeless, resentful… You could keep going. You could list every bad feeling you had been carrying in your chest by alphabetical order or by how badly they hurt and honestly you just wanted it to stop.

Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy, you wondered watching the boy you had been seeing for a few weeks make fun of you in front of his circle of friends at the party you were both at. Would you never be allowed to be happy just the way you were?

Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy?

“Yeah, she’s nice” Junsuu said, winking suggestively at his giggling friends “if you know what I mean.” you felt your face heat up in humiliation at the renewed round of laughter “But we just don’t match, like, physically. You know, looks-wise.”

“Right” someone agreed way too enthusiastically, sending a spear through your heart “I really just can’t see you with someone like her.”

What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.

Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?

“You’re right” you said out loud, drawing attention to yourself. Filled with hatred (for him, the world, the circumstances), your heart had no room to be mortified when all eyes turned to you “we don’t match.”

You watched as Junsuu’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to hear, much less reply “I am a big girl” you continued, words dripping with rage “And I know for a fact that there’s nothing big about you.”

You turned around to leave the room, cringing at the petty comeback, ignoring the murmurs and Junsuu’s panicked calls of your name. Walking fast, you fled the scene of the last heartbreak you would allow yourself to go through, deciding that a change was needed, but not the change everyone wanted from  you.

Despite the rumors, you didn’t turn into a huge bitch overnight, didn’t start kicking puppies or spitting on the poor. Truly, the only thing you did was establish boundaries and reevaluate the amount of respect some people deserved, but very quickly people started seeing you as some sort of villain, especially when they realized how little you cared for how they saw you. How disrespectful of you to not allow yourself to be disrespected, right?

At first, there was still an air of uncertainty about you - years and years of non-reciprocal niceties drilled into your brain, habits hard to quit. But the more you let go of those things, these tiny acts of self-aggression disguised as pleasantries and altruism, the lighter you felt; Your days became easier to get through, existing within your body felt less and less like a punishment. You had yet to reach an Instagram-worthy level of body positivity, but you had become accustomed to body neutrality. You didn’t have to love the way you looked right away, you just couldn’t let it stop you from doing the things you wanted and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.

And respect you started to demand and much happier you became, living in relative peace and solitude - safe by a few close friends - up until your days started being pestered by seven headaches you could not seem to shake away.

—-

Jungkook was the one that saw you first.

It was 3 weeks into the semester and he finally decided it was the perfect time to start going to classes, sitting in the back and only listening to about 25% of what was being said, mind floating towards more important subjects such as the package of ramen waiting for him at home. Only mildly interested in what the professor had to teach, he couldn’t help but to be startled when everyone started getting up from their seats to shuffle around the room. “What’s going on?” he asked the guy sitting next to him.

“Professor gave us a duo assignment.” the other man said, standing up “You're with Y/N.”

“Who?”

The guy just pointed towards you with his chin, redirecting Jungkook’s attention before leaving. You were sitting a couple rows further down, hunched over your little green IPad as you wrote something with impressive velocity. Jungkook walked over to you, already mentally going over what he would have to do to charm you into doing everything on your own “Y/N?” he called and you raised your head.

You were pretty, he noticed with satisfaction, all bright eyes and lovely features, curves everywhere he looked “Yes?”

“I’m Jungkook.” he extended his hand with a casual smirk “The professor put us together for this project.”

There had been a small, but pleasant and polite smile on your face up until he said those words, replaced by pursed lips and an arched brow. “Yes, I know. We’ve had classes together for over a year now and been partnered together before.”

Uh oh. “Right” he coughed awkwardly, fumbling under your hardened stare “so, about this project…”

“We will meet once a week,” you said, straightforward as you turned your eyes back to your sticker-filled IPad “I will go over the theme and split the work evenly, so give me your number and I can text you with what you’re supposed to do.”

“Woah, woah, asking for my number already?” he said in a flirting manner, sitting on top of your table so he could be directly in front of you.

“Would you prefer it if I emailed it to you?” you asked without looking up.

“Actually, I was thinking you could help me out a bit,” he placed his finger under your chin, raising your face towards him “you know I have soccer practice and…”

You pushed his hand away “Unless you’re playing at the World Cup, I can’t see how that would be more important than your studies, so you either do your part of the assignment or get an F in it, I don’t care. I won’t do all the work for you, Jeon. Not again.”

Again? Jungkook winced, trying to remember when you had met before. Surely he would remember getting his head bitten off by a snappy, pretty thing like you, wouldn’t he? Surely your attitude would stand out to him amongst all the sweetness and compliance he received just for existing and smiling.

“Here’s my number.” you gave him a piece of paper with your digits written in gel sparkly ink “Text me when you decide if you want to pass this class. Good day.” 

You looked down again, going back to your notes, signing that the conversation was over before he even had the chance to add anything more. He jumped off the desk and stepped away, looking back to see if you were looking at him, but there wasn’t a single glance from your part.

Shit. Shit. He actually did have to pass this class, otherwise his overbearing soccer coach would kick him off the team. He stared down at your number, wondering what he would have to do to get you to cut him a little slack and forgive him for absolutely forgetting about your existence. 

—

“Hey, this is Jungkook” the text from an unknown number said “looking forward to us working together. We should get dinner sometime, get to know each other better.”

You read over the text once more, willing your heart to slow down its beating. Sure, Jungkook was charming and handsome, but you had seen this dance before. He would talk his way into your good graces, making you laugh and giggle until you had a four thousand word essay done with both your names in it and your texts to him would go unanswered and unseen. 

This was not your first hurtful rodeo. You put your phone away, facing down, ignoring as the poor device vibrated itself off the table with the upcoming texts.

Meanwhile, across campus, Jungkook was fuming.

“Or breakfast. We should get breakfast. I know a great place.” he tried once again, but his message was left unread. Still, he persisted.

“I have a lot of great ideas for this assignment. Don’t you want to know them?” he texted, even though he didn’t have the faintest idea on what the assignment was even about.

“You know, it’s rude to leave a guy hanging.”

“How can we do this if you won’t even text me back?”

“I thought we were in this together.”

“You know, like High School Musical.”

He kept typing out absurdity after absurdity, hoping you would dignify one with an answer. He just needed one opportunity, one opening…

His text stopped going through.

“She blocked me!” he gasped out loud.

“Who?” his roommate, Taehyung asked from where he laid on their couch, feet up on the coffee table.

“This girl in my class. We have this project together and she blocked me!”

Taehyung sent a disbelieving look his way “Were you actually planning to do the work?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously not.”

His friend rolled his eyes “Obviously not. So what’s your plan here?”

Jungkook didn’t answer, too busy looking for alternative ways to contact you. After a few minutes of research, he found your Instagram. You were cute, he noticed again, scrolling through your few posts, all relatively recent. You had a very specific style, a tasteful mix or dark and edgy with splashes of pink and bows, tight corsets under leather jackets that he couldn’t help but stare appreciatively, the flattering material clinging to your waist line and pushing your breasts up, exposing the soft freckled top of cleavage to his always hungry eyes. In your pictures, your eyes shone brightly, crinkling at the sides from your ever present smile and he could not understand why you hadn’t directed one of those to him. 

It was unsettling, to say the least, but he could not allow his annoyance to take over. He needed your help if he wanted to pass that class and if he had to use unconventional ways to get your attention, he would. 

And so, much like a little boy pulling at a girl’s braids, he started liking and spamming the comments of every single post you had.

—

There were whispers all around you, your worst nightmare.

You were at the school library, getting work done while drinking from your fourth cup of coffee, hands shaking due to caffeine and anxiety, your ever present friends. You tried to focus on your books and carefully written notes, but every word you could barely hear and every look you felt over your shoulder seemed to dig claws into your skin. You knew what they were saying. You heard it all the way from your dorm to your classes and couldn’t seem to escape them. 

“Did you see Jungkook’s comments on her pictures? What’s that about?”

“It’s not like there’s a lot to comment, is there?” 

“Maybe he thought it was someone else?”

“It’s probably a prank.”

“I bet he was hacked.”

Of course, why else would someone like Jungkook - a campus prince, popular soccer player, heartthrob - show interest in you? 

It hurt, but a small part of you still agreed with those mean spirited whispers. You closed your eyes, trying to even your breathing and will those thoughts away. You knew better, had learned better than to measure your value by how interested some boy was in you.

When you opened your eyes again, Jungkook was in front of you.

You barely had time to process his presence when the voices picked up volume, your skin prickling and eyes aching to remain dry. 

“What’s Jungkook doing with Fat Y/N?”

That word shouldn’t be as hurtful as it was - after all, it was just an adjective, just the current state of your body that served only to carry your thinking mind, your feeling heart. But people always said it like a curse, wielding it like a sword.

You closed your eyes again and when you opened once more, Jungkook was still there. Looking furious.

“What are they saying?”

“What they always said” you shrugged, avoiding his eyes by looking down at your papers.

Jungkook didn’t move for a while, hearing people pretend to whisper around you but it was clear that the motherfuckers wanted you to hear. Was it always like this for you, he wondered, watching as you focused on whatever book you had in front of you, hunched over with tense shoulders, your face a far cry from the luminescent one he saw on your Instagram, not a hint of that smile he wanted directed at him so unreasonably.

He couldn’t just stand there and watch you struggle to keep your posture. 

You felt him standing up and leaving more than you saw him. Good, you thought. He should leave, like everyone did, scared away by that one word that followed you around like a brand. He was probably embarrassed to be seen with you, you assumed bitterly, and there was no place in your life for people who didn’t want you proudly by your side…

Jungkook sat back in the chair in front of you and you couldn’t help but gape at the impressive bouquet of red daisies he extended towards you.

“Take it” he said, but you couldn’t move, could barely hear the furious voices around you over the roaring beat of your heart.

You… You had never gotten flowers. 

“Take it” he repeated “I almost got run over because of this, the least you can do is accept it.”

“Jungkook” you whispered, dumbfoundedly accepting the bouquet “what’s this?”

“People keep doubting I could be interested in you” he said and there was an edge to his tone you did not expect “maybe this could help clear up some rumors.”

“This is not your battle to fight” you held the flowers close to your chest carefully, looking up at him with distrust, unable to understand his motives “I’m used to this sort of thing and I don’t care about those stupid rumors.”

You were used to it? That just made Jungkook angrier. How could you be used to that sort of treatment? 

Jungkook was a lot of things - spoiled, a little lazy, sometimes a dick. But he wasn’t a bigot and he wasn’t about to stand around and let you become used to being disrespected if there was something - anything! - he could do about it “I like picking up fights”.

“Is this just pity?” you asked and he could see walls around you that stood thousands of feet tall “Is this because of that stupid assignment? Because I’m not going to do all the work just because you got me some flowers…” 

He raised his hands and smiled at you “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll do my work” he said, a new goal in mind as he saw you recoil from him with eyes filled with wariness like a suspicious kitten “You said once a week, right? How’s friday for you?” 

You still clung to your bouquet like a lifeline “That works, I guess.”

“Great!” he clapped loudly, standing up and catching the eye of those around him “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart” you mumbled, but he pretended not to hear as he crossed the table around to your side, quickly leaving a kiss to your heated cheek before you had the chance to react.

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ll see you around” he said, making sure everyone in the library could hear him “do me a favor and unblock me, ok?”

You flipped him off, both for stealing a kiss and that stupid nickname, but he just laughed it off.

“That’s my girl” he said and the library erupted in renewed whispers.

°•. ✿ .•°

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Deep | Chapter 9

Deep | M.YG ✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit sexual content, angst, explict language, degradation kink, did i mention a bit of angst? spanking, making out w tongue, overstimulation, claiming/possesiveness, multiple orgasms for reader, hes a asshole but its ok cause its yoongi, maniplulation, filthy words, oral sex (both m/f rec), multiple sex scenes, anxiety, cold and detached yoongi, ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract ✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. ✧ word count: 7.9k ✧ Theme song: Fri(end)s by V a/n: BOO! heres the new chapter. I will be posting the next chapter very soon. expect the unexpected, our female lead is not going to have a break any time soon. also if there is any errors...ignore them I have to reread one more time but wanted to keep my promise and post this. prev | index | next

She lay sprawled on the floor, her eyes fixed on the ceiling above, though she barely registered it. Her luggage in the entrance, not even opened. The moment Jungkook pulled up to the apartment she stepped out of the car and walked in without thanking him. Nibbling her inner cheek she mentally curses herself for not even saying thank you. He cut his trip short just to bring her home and….shit.

You had attempted to text him but your phone had died. She felt the anxiousness seep through her, the thought of her marching off being a bad idea. Her thoughts circling back to Jihye and how she kept this to herself. She cringed at how she would tell her everything that had been happening the past months with Yoongi. Getting up from the floor she plugs her phone in to charge, pulling off her clothes one by one as she tosses it to the ground. “I need a shower,” she mumbles.

Just as she was about to leave the living room, her phone buzzed with notifications. She picked it up, biting her lip as she scanned the messages. Taehyung had texted her, filling her in on what happened after she left with Jungkook. Most of it blurred together, but one line kept replaying in her mind: “Yoongi and Jihye left together not long after you.” The words twisted in her stomach. She turned her phone off, refusing to look at anything else.

It had been only thirty minutes after you came out of the shower and you had become a stalker. Standing beside your window as you looked out to see if he’d arrive. His parking spot, empty. Just as you convinced yourself that you were pathetic, waiting for him. You were about to walk away when he pulled into the parking lot, quickly hiding behind the thin see through curtain.

He steps out of the car, opening his trunk as he pulls out his bags. You let out a sigh of relief when you confirm that he’s alone. Your eyes not pulling away from him as he walks up to the building. You turned to look at your apartment door, waiting for him to knock or even just enter your apartment. But he didn’t.

You didn’t bother to talk to anyone, you only stepped out to buy groceries once and then decided to just stay in your apartment the rest of the break. You needed to gather your thoughts and being alone felt like just the right thing to do.

It wasn’t.

He was right next door, and the urge to confront him was nearly impossible to resist. If it were any other day, she would’ve just asked him, and he’d probably explain. But this wasn’t like every other time. Not only had he kept his past with Jihye from her, but she felt blindsided in a way that only twisted the knife deeper.

You turn on the television and just put on a random show you had been postponing on netflix as you brushed your hair. You were into the show when the doorbell rings, groaning as you walk to the door and the only reason you opened the door without checking to see if it was him was because you knew it wouldn’t be him but it still didn’t stop you from being surprised.

“You look horrible,” Junho said, raising a brow. you stared, wide-eyed, before replaying softly “Hi” Glancing around the hall, you grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “What are you doing here?” you whispered.

“I don’t want to talk about her,” you snapped, stepping back. “If that’s why you’re here, you can go.”

“I want to apologize, the last time we were together well..” he stayed in place, you turn to him seeing how awkward he stood. “It’s fine…i’m glad you’re here..” he hums with a light nod, following you to the sit in the living room “I was actually thinking about how to reach out to you” you mumble. “Because of what happened?” if there was someone who would willingly talk about Yoongi’s wrongdoings it’d be Junho and as pathetic it made you look, you were desperate. “Did you know?” you ask suddenly, cursing yourself mentally. If he knew then that made you the only ignorant person around the two who had no idea.

Junho purses his lips as he tries to think of what to say to you. He lets out a sigh “yeah I knew that they had been together…but I didn’t find out right away” he watched your eyes fill with hurt, he continued “ and before you get angry with me for not telling you. Just remember that I met you after you and Jihye had been friends for a long time. I thought you already knew” his voice was rushed as he kept talking “and in my defense you two were so close I didn’t think you’d be that close unless you knew. And knowing Jihye…who can’t keep a secret to save her life..well”

“Oh she can keep a secret” you roll your eyes.

“She got drunk one day and confessed. Listen, she told me they never talked after that until you introduced him to her. Even then they never talked unless you were around” could you be acting overly dramatic? Maybe. But that doesn’t change the fact that she saw how head over heels you were for him..”stop over thinking about it, look Jihye was crying her eyes out when she called me. This happened a long time ago, she didn’t tell you because you shun everyone who gets even a inch of attention from Yoongi”

“No I don’t!” you yell

“Yes you do, and you know it! You’ve always been like that!” you were about to argue with him but his phone rang. “Is your phone off?” he says after reading the message from who ever texted him.

“What?”

“Jihye said she’s been texting you and calling but you won’t answer.. I had called you earlier but thought you had blocked me or something” shaking your head you walked over to the table where you had left your phone “it’s dead”

“Since when?”

“Since I got back” plugging in your phone you don’t wait long before the missed calls and messages start flooding in.

20 missed called from Jihye, 50 messages

10 missed calls from Yoongi, 5 messages

1 missed call from Junho, 2 messages

1 missed call unknown, 1 message

Muting your phone you place it down and turn to him. Junho, who was already standing up, shoves his hands into his pocket. “Look, I hope you two can deal with this as grown-ups. I only came here to make sure you weren’t dead because she was screaming at me through the phone to check on you”

“Thank you” you say softly

You open the door for him, stepping out. You felt bad for him, after Jihye sent him here to check on you even though she knew the two of you weren’t talking and he clearly felt uncomfortable with it. Now that you were thinking about it, pulling him inside without asking what he was doing here first was not a very smart thing to do, you suddenly became self conscious of the spaghetti strap shirt and shorts you were wearing.. Thinking back to him inside his eyes never ever left your face. After what he pulled the last time, you should’ve been more alerted. “Let me know if you need anything” he says, pulling you out from your thoughts.

few seconds before...

“She found out, and instead of going over to talk to her and beg for forgiveness you’re inviting us over?” Taehyung says in disbelief. “She’ll get over her drama and then we’ll talk” Yoongi sighs, already regretting inviting Taehyung. One, he doesn’t shut up and two, even after being told to drop the topic he still can’t shut up about it. Jimin senses the frustration from Yoongi but can’t help but chime in when Taehyung brings it up “but you said she hasn’t been answering nor have you seen her..aren’t you worri-” the three turn the corner and Taehyung gasps loudly, making Yoongi stop glaring at Jimin who was also looking a bit confused. “I thought they weren’t friends anymore,” Jimin mutters.

“They aren’t” he responds calmly, not bothering to make a scene. The three walked towards Yoongi’s apartment and the two who were talking in front of her apartment door which was wide open.

You hadn’t noticed them, not until you were already leaning in to hug Junho goodbye. Yoongi raises a brow as his fingers fumble with his keys, he looks down at his keys not bothering to say anything to you. You smile at Junho who whispers a small goodbye as he walks past the group. What did you expect? For him to overreact? Get mad? Jealous?

Jealous, that’s what you are.

Taehyung and Jimin walk over to you “you left early the other day, I hope Jungkook was not much trouble” Jimin smiles, clearly trying to make small talk, waiting for him to open the door. “We’re going to watch a movie, and also got food! Do you want to come over” Taehyung butts in awkwardly showing you the bag he was holding. You glance at Yoongi to see how he was reacting to the offer and as if sensing your stare he looks back at you.

“What?” he says

“Nothing” you respond

Yoongi’s eyes scanned your body, lingering on the light fabric of your outfit, which draped over your form. Shorts that accentuate your legs, a casual look, but the way it hugged your figure made him want to gauge Junho’s eyes out. "you look like you want to tell me something" you raise a brow, noticing his narrowed stare.

==

"Do you want me to say something? maybe invite you in? act as if you didn't lash out like a child and then left without talking to me" opening the door he scoffs "and now" he can't help but laugh sarcastically "now you're opening the door to your apartment to him? openly giving him the opportunity to do it again and this time have something worse happen" as he lectured you. you instantly regretted telling him what happened that day.

"he came to check on me after ji-"

he snickers "right, he found the perfect moment to come crawling to you like a rat. how can you be so gullible, but yet you walk away from me and don't even think of talking about what happened”

"What was there to talk about? I heard everything I needed to know" you couldn't help but laugh at how he was turning this against you "I can't even think of anything to say to you or her"

"you got...you know what it's pointless talking to you. it's like each time...all we do is run in circles"

"that's so like you, always avoiding to talk about anything" his face twisted into an arrogant scowl "avoiding? bullshit! you- fine" dropping the bags to the ground he didn't care that the items scattered.. pushing Jimin aside he grabs your arm and pulls you into the apartment shutting the door behind the two of you.

"Go on then, what do you want to talk about" his grip on your arm caused you to whimper but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Why are you angry! I'm the one who had to learn about Jihye and you after years of being her friend!" you try to get free from his grip but fail as he pressed you against the wall, his face incredibly close to you, causing you to unknowingly hold your breath.

"I have the right to be upset with you when you let someone into your apartment, and it's not just anybody it's the same guy that tried to force himself on you and you broke friendship with! I can be upset when you do something as stupid as let him into your apartment and I don't know!"he snarled

"Why do you need to know!" you yell back, thrashing as you push him but continue to struggle "are you that stupid?!" his grip loosens and he walks away from you, entering your apartment "you talk about me and how I avoid talking. you left!"

"because jihy-"

"That was nothing!" he screams, causing your body to jump at his sudden raised voice. "It was before she even met you y/n! We met that summer and had sex a couple of times and that was the end of it!"

"Then why not tell me!" you yell back, you feel as if you didn't, your voice would betray you, your heart beating so quickly that you hear your pulse in your ears. "because it wasn't your business y/n! you never cared about anyone I was with before, why should she have been an exception?!"

Your hands are clenched into fists, and the frustration boils over. Glancing at the chair beside you, you grab a stuffed toy and hurl it at him. "because you saw how much she mattered to me! you saw me befriend her and you know how I feel about those girls" catching the toy he groans, frustrated with the conversation "She asked me to not say anything for that exact reason! shit, I was gonna tell you the day you introduced her to me as your friend but she fucking cried" not caring if you looked childish you kept throwing the stuffed animals at him it wasn't until the fifth one till you successfully hit his head. "Stop throwing shit y/n!" he yells but you had already sat on the empty chair having pushed aside the rest of the toys onto the floor.

you lost, again.

He watches you as you bury your face in your hands, your muffled cries breaking through the silence. “I didn’t know if you’d even stay friends,” he says quietly. “At first, I was skeptical about her. I warned her that if she tried anything, I’d tell you… but then I saw how close you got.”

He doesn’t move toward you, and though you hate it, you wish he would. You wish he’d hug you right now.

Pathetic, you think.

“You always had a hard time making friends with girls, so I kept quiet.”

“Get out.”

“What—?”

“Get out! I don’t want to hear your excuses.” You stand, wiping your tears as you walk past him, sidestepping his attempt to reach you. “I don’t want your friendship or hers. Just leave.” You shut your bedroom door, leaning against it as you try to catch your breath. “You’re making this bigger than it is!” Yoongi shouts from the other side. “This is what you always do when something bothers me! You say I’m exaggerating, and I’m done with it! The deal, everything—it’s over. Leave!”

“No. Open the damn door.”

“Go to hell.”

"y/n!" you both stay silent and then you hear his footsteps grow distant. I hate them. dropping on the bed you hug your pillow. not even two minutes passed when you hear him come back "Yoongi i'm serious get out!" your eyes widen when you hear the door's lock click, jumping to your feet you run to the door but he was faster than you. the door swung open and he walked into the room "I get why you're mad, but you're not going to kick me out of your life over this. You're testing my patience with all this dramatic show you're putting" he said angrily as he strode to you.

"I give two shits about your patience" you say through clenched teeth, you shake your head. "I'm not gonna stand here and let you tell me that my feelings mean nothing!" you were about to race out of the room but he blocked your path, closing the distance between the two of you , before you could complain Yoongi grabbed the back of your head and pressed his lips to yours.

yanking at his hair you try to pry him off. Yoongi frowns, biting your lip causing your lips to part from the pain, his hot tongue pushed into your mouth entwining his with yours. He did not give you a break, continuing to kiss you until you felt faint. his chest heaving as he brushed your hair from your eyes "I never said your feelings didn't matter" he muttered roughly "just that it happened a long time ago, and It was nothing. you hear me?" glaring at him you try to push him but he wouldn't let you "it meant nothing, it meant nothing" you mock him "that's all you can say!"

"I have nothing else to say about the matter." His answer left you speechless. and it snapped, your sanity "then that's all I want, I don't want our friendship anymore just sex, that's all you like or am I wrong!"

"That's what you want?! "

"You treat me-" Yoongi stops you, ravaging your lips. His hot tongue tangled with yours as he deepened the kiss. fighting for air, he didn't pull away until he felt your grip on him weaken. All the build-up emotions inside you made you act without thinking. The moment the kiss ends your hand raises and strikes him against his cheek. the room falls silent as he stares to the side.

coming to your senses your eyes widen. "yoong-" "fine, if that's all you want. then i'll happily give you just that" you were too stunned to move, his lips pressed against yours this time more aggressive than the last.

He was quick to lift you off your feet, wrapping your arms around him and carrying you to the bed. He pulls down your shorts against your complaints. "Wait" you say as he tosses them aside with your underwear "stop" he says, holding your ankle "isn't this what you wanted" before you could rebuttal he spread your legs, his long finger traced between your dripping wet folds. the tip of his tongue swirled around your clit, you're lips parting to try and tell him to stop but instead you yelp as he closes his lips around it and sucking, he finally tasted your release on his tongue but he didn't stop there, nose pressed against your clit as he continued to suck. whining from the oversensitivity "y-Yoongi stop" you cry out. his thumb wiping his wet lips as he stared at you specifically stared at your tear filled eyes. you felt your heart swell up as he got up from the bed. thinking about how he would usually wipe your tears and give you kisses, instead he undid his belt pulling down his pants and briefs, his hardened length in full view. his cold eyes looking down at you "get on your knees and suck"

you stare at him and then glance at his throbbing length. "Hurry up, you're wasting time" he scowls.

swallowing you get on your knees on the comfort of the mattress, gently grabbing the hem of your shirt he pulls it over your head. taking him in your hands you can feel him watching you. you wrap your lips around the tip and begin to suck slowly. you begin to take all you could and wrap your hand around what you couldn't receive. tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, his large palm gripping your hair as you keep bobbing your head on his shaft. your drool from the side of your mouth coating his balls. you hear his low moans, he'd move his hips thrusting his cock down your throat "fuck" he mutters through gritted teeth. "swallow" he says sternly, releasing in your mouth.

letting go of your hair you pull back, coughing. scoffing he grabs your chin "you never listen to me do you" ravaging your lips he doesn't care to taste himself as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You press your hand against his chest you could feel his heart racing just as fast as yours. but there was something different, his eyes were cold. nowhere near as loving and kind as the first night you two spent together.

there was a hint of pain, as his forehead creased and he held your arm but only to yank you down, face first into the softness of your bed. "raise your ass" he says, his patience thin as he watches you rise slowly. He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you quickly. "You're dripping wet from sucking my cock huh" he says, his fingers entering your entrance "you stopped begging for me to stop" his hand plays with the clasp of your bra before undoing it. "Do you want me to continue" he says as his hand cups your breast pinching your taut nipple. you nod, gripping the bed sheets "say it" he pinches your nipple causing you to moan.

"please put it in already" your throat was dry.

“Is this what you want? you want me to find you only when I need my dick wet?" he growls against your ear "do you want me to come to you only when I want your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock" pressing two fingers against your lips you open your mouth as his fingers enter. "want me to take you from behind and leave right after?" he presses his fingers down against your tongue and you begin to drool. "because if that's all you want from me....then you really are no different from them" you feel as his hard length rubs against your folds. removing his hand from your mouth he goes to your night stand, pulling out a foil.

Say something, tell him that he isn't just sexual relief for you

But no words left your lips, you were on your back in seconds. your eyes on him as he pulled his shirt over his head "then I'll give you what you want" your tongues intertwined passionately, feeling his length brushing between your legs. He entered you with a single, deep thrust. Your toes curled as he thrusted into you mercilessly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tightly hug him, his name being the only sound that left your lips. His thick length slowly slid into you before pulling out to the tip only for him to thrust in deeper. Moaning quietly, your back arched as he leaned over you to put his mouth on your breasts, each suck causing the heat in your belly to intensify. As if a bolt of lighting had struck you, the feeling of almost cumming is robbed as he scooped you up and placed you on his lap. you claw at his shoulders as you try and steady yourself on your knees while facing him. without giving you a chance for anything you receive him even more deeply as he thrusts upwards. You clung to his neck each time he sank into you, your hips moving on their own. You feel the knot in your stomach release, the intense pleasure causing you to bite down on his shoulder. Just when you thought you'd faint from the overstimulation his movements stop as he groans.

You lift yourself, his length slipping out of you as you fall back onto the bed. You could still feel the sensation of having him inside you, "don't even think that it's over yet" your eyes snap up, he was already sliding on another condom on his hardened length. He laid you back, initiating a kiss he grabbed your ankle and propped your leg on his shoulder, lifting his hips he thrust into you. You let out a low moan, your eyes shutting tightly. "Watch" he says "watch how I enter you" he moved urgently inside you. Wave after wave of passion you had already orgasmed twice but it did not stop him. Yoongi gritted his teeth and shuddered as if he was suppressing something. Rocking his hips as his length swelled inside, biting down on his lips he moved faster. Moaning as he releases his load.

Pulling out from you, he ignores your whines. Getting off the bed he begins to get dressed after disposing of the condom. "Yoongi" you mutter but he doesn't stop, you try to sit up but your back and hips ache causing you to whimper. The sudden noise makes him freeze but he doesn't bother turning around to look at you. Once he's fully dressed he leaves the apartment.

Yoongi didn’t contact her after that day, nor did they didn’t coincidentally bump into one another even if they lived in the same building. The anxiety and regret she felt made her cry herself to sleep, cursing herself for not telling him that he wasn’t just a sexual relief for her.

Looking at the mirror one last time she pushes aside her bangs, thinking about getting them trimmed later. Gulping she opens the door, peeking out slightly to see if he was there, thankfully there was no one in the hall. Therefore another day of not seeing him began. “Make sure to read the next chapter and check the assignments posted online” the professor spoke but no one listened. Every student beelinning to exit.

Groaning at the thought of the next class, her stomach twisted at the thought of having to see Jihye. I shouldn’t be trying to avoid her, she’s the one that hid it from me. She thought as she took the long way to class. For a moment as she stood in front of the building, she considered simply skipping. All four years she had never skipped class, nibbling on her inner cheek she’d wave at people who say hello from either this class or another.

Fuck it, turning on her heel she attempts to escape hell but instantly bumps into someone. Quickly apologizing, she looked up, it was Junho. “Are you alright? You’ve just been standing there” awkwardly smiling as she takes a few steps back which he respected by staying in place. “I was just..”

“Thinking of skipping to avoid Jihye?” feeling embarrassed for her petty actions she blushes. Sighing he looks at his watch “do you wanna go eat or something…I’ll ask a friend for the class notes”

“Oh” her voice filled with a bit of hesitation. One, she was thinking of skipping and two, with Junho. That was already two reasons for Yoongi to kill her. “Here at the cafeteria” he adds “Jihye isn’t in your next class, that way you can make it in time” she stares at him for a few seconds before giving in and nodding.

At first, she thought it would be awkward, but that feeling quickly faded once they sat down and started catching up.Laughing at his jokes like the old times, she couldn’t help but think that skipping class was worth reconciling with him.

“y/n, are not planning to make up with her?” you stop slurping on your drink, looking up at him. “I don’t know,” you mutter. “As stupid as I think of what i’m about to say” he licks his lips “you and me made up..after what happened”

Raising a brow you purse your lips “yeah but… it won’t be the same you know.. I…Right now I just needed to get out of that situation” you stutter

“Right, yeah…” he exhales “I’m just saying that compared to me what she did wasn’t as bad” smiling you gather your book bag and books “thanks for this, next time i’ll get you a drin-” grabbing your hand he says your name which you freeze up and stare at his hand. He pulls back and curses under his breath “I’m sorry, I just think that you need to hear her out”

"“Thanks, I’ll think about it.” She hurried out of the cafeteria, pulling her phone from her bag, which she had silenced earlier for class. Biting her lip, she looked down at the message:"

Yoongi:

Where are you?

Not wanting him to cause a scene looking for her she sends him a quick, blunt message. “Woke up late.” Stepping outside, she quickened her pace down the street, feeling her phone buzz again as his name flashed on the screen. “Damn it,” she muttered, pressing the side button to silence it and shoving her phone into her pocket.

Just when she thought the rest of the day might pass peacefully, she spotted him waiting by the building. She ducked out of sight before he noticed her, slipping in through a side entrance. Her phone vibrated again—Yoongi’s name glowing across the screen—but she ignored it as before. By the end of class, though, her luck ran out; with only one exit left, she walked straight into him. There he was standing by the doors, glaring at her.

“Where were you?” he demanded, irritation clear in his voice.

"I told you, I was late," she replied, brushing past him.

"Don’t give me that—I got here after you and saw your car," he shot back.

She paused, turning to him. "And how exactly do you know if I skipped?"

Yoongi closed his eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. "That’s not the point. Did you seriously skip class just because she was in there too?" His tone bordered on exasperation.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Oh, did she tell you? Wow, you two must be real close. How ignorant was I to have never noticed before "

“Don’t skip class. And get home early” he says walking past her, too tired to argue with her. She was used to him being all high and mighty but at this moment, the urge to become violent and slap him once more flared inside her.

Jihye got the message. In any class they shared, she avoided Y/N’s area, keeping her distance. Junho noticed, giving both of them a wary look before deciding to sit far enough from either to avoid taking sides. But Jihye couldn’t stay away forever, by the end of class the two girls were running across campus. One being chased, the other doing the chasing.

“Stop being like this! Please let’s talk” Jihye shouted, sprinting behind her. Passing students threw them confused looks, but Y/N kept moving. When they reached the parking lot, she tried to unlock her car quickly, but Jihye blocked her path. Out of breath, they stared each other down, and Y/N couldn’t help but think that, under different circumstances, they’d both be laughing right now. But this was anything but funny. “Fine. You’ve got a minute,” she managed, standing upright. “After that, we’re done talking.” Jihye’s face fell at her demand, but she pressed on. “Let's go talk somewhere else” she says which y/n then looks at her wrist acting as if there was a watch “you have 30 seconds left” Jihye’s patience snapped. “Why are you acting like this? Fine, I didn’t tell you what happened back then, but how could I? We probably wouldn’t even be friends now if I had!”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be friends” she shots back

Jihye takes a step closer “you don’t mean that”

“What If I do?” you scoffed “even now you go snitching to Yoongi about me ditching class.

“ I was just worried about yo–”

“Don’t be! Clearly, you weren’t worried about how I’d feel finding out, or you’d have told me the truth! Even if it risked our friendship.”

“to think that I came ranting to you about him, about how I felt and shit you already had him!” she screams

“That’s not fair! I didn’t know you back then!!”

“You sound just like him. Your minute’s up. Move.”

Jihye’s jaw clenched as she stepped aside, watching her get into the car and drive away. She blinked hard, but her eyes still burned as tears finally slipped down her cheeks.

You slam your apartment door shut, tossing everything to the floor in frustration. The encounter with Jihye was still fresh, making your blood boil. Guess I'll need to fill up the gas tank tomorrow, you think, flicking on the lights. Maybe driving around to clear my head wasn’t such a smart move after all.

A voice cuts through the silence, making you jump. “So, is this how you’re planning to act from now on?” Yoongi’s voice is calm but pointed as he sits up, pushing the blanket off himself.

Clutching your chest, you try to calm your racing heart. “What are you doing here?!”

He raises an eyebrow, looking at you as though waiting for an explanation. “What am I doing here? I told you to get home early. I come back, and you’re nowhere to be found.”

“I can come home whenever I want,” you say defiantly. His eyes narrow, and he takes a step toward you, gripping your chin before pressing his lips against yours. Caught off guard, you instinctively try to pull away, but he tightens his hold, lifting you onto the counter as his kiss grows more intense.

You let your arms fall around him in reluctant surrender, responding to his intense advance. "Where did you go?" he murmurs, his hand tangling in your hair as he yanks your head back, drawing a surprised whimper from your lips.

"I just drove around," you manage, feeling the heat of his gaze, but his expression shifts as he presses on.

"And when you ditched class?" His brow arches, his patience clearly running thin as you hesitate. "Y/N, don’t make me ask again—where were you?"

“With Junho,” you finally admit, watching as his expression darkens. He releases your hair and steps back with an exasperated chuckle. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That guy again?!”

Jumping down from the counter, you glare back, incredulous. “What’s so wrong with me talking to him? Yes, he made a mistake, but I’m not giving him a free pass. It’s different now—I’m more aware—”

“Oh, that’s rich," he cuts you off, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "He gets a ‘mistake pass’ and you move on, but Jihye and I keep something from you, and we’re the worst people in the world?”

That was the last straw.

“Don’t you dare compare what you and Jihye did to what happened with him!” you shout, running a frustrated hand through your hair. “I’ve told you before, it meant nothing, it was just a fling, and we were both just—god, what do you even want me to say?!” I shake my head in disbelief. How could he expect me to move on like it meant nothing? If I’m angry with him, it’s because he didn’t tell me. With Jihye, though, it’s different. What I hate most is the way she looked at me every time I talked about him, and when I finally admitted how much I liked him...she just sat there and encouraged me. She’s nothing but a hypocrite.

“Where did the two of you go?”

“What?”

“That guy and you”

“That guy has a name–” you stop talking as he shuts his eyes in frustration, inhaling a deep breath. “To eat, that’s it”

Turning on his heel he walks towards the door, and you just couldn’t believe he thinks he can just end the conversation whenever he wants.

“Is that all you were here for?”

Maybe it was the teasing or me leading him on that brought us to this. And as much as I wanted to just enjoy the moment. His words from the last time kept repeating in my head, but being bent over the counter as his fingers were knuckle deep inside me, how could I even have a single sane thought. His eager mouth found mine as our lips slid against each other. “You’re just so eager to have my dick huh” he mutters.

Yoongi parts your legs, his arm resting on your ass as he tugs down his shorts and boxers revealing his erection. He pumps his length a few times before slipping the condom on. Then he pushes the head of his cock into you, making you moan his name.

He exhales in pleasure, feeling content. Pushing his length into your hot, wet core. You grip the counter as he pulls his length back out and slams it all in one go. Reaching down to your face he turns you to face him “just forget about it, about what happened. Can’t you?” you couldn’t manage to reply as he starts moving at an erratic pace. His pelvic area slams into your ass with each thrust.

Your legs begin to feel like jelly and he feels your knees buck. Slipping out of you he lifts you up, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Don’t tell me you’re tired?” His voice was hoarse, he quickly took you to the couch. Hovering over you he pushes himself inside with a force that takes both of your breaths away.

“Fuck” he groans

You squirm underneath him “Y-oongi” he covers your lips with his, not letting you say anything. The room filled with muffled moans and skin slapping as he thrusted into you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you reached your peak, it wasn’t long before you orgasmed. Your hands snakes around his nape, closing the distance between the two of you as you devour his lips. You whimper as the familiar knot formed in your stomach making your walls clench around him “yoongi” you moan his name which he hums in response “I know babe, I know” his hips continue to harshly snap into yours, the indescribable pleasure that felt like shocks along your spine making you arch your back as you cummed on his shaft.

A sob rips through your throat, nails painfullying digging into his skin as he fucks your through your high, his chuckle rings through your ear as he lowers his face into the crook of your neck. “Stop talking to that bastard, aren’t I enough” he growls as he quickly turns you over, lifting your ass quickly as he positions himself. He doesn’t enter you but rather rub his length against you.

“No–” a sharp sting spreads on your asscheek as you yelp in suprise, realizing he spanked you. And as much as you’d want to yell at him to never hit you again, you felt yourself getting wetter at the idea of him doing it again. Your thighs attempting to clench together at the feeling “you think you deserve to have this pretty pussy fucked if you act like a fucking brat?” he growls. He shoves his dick back inside without warning but doesn’t move at all. “Where did he take you out to eat” he asks, you were still trying to gather yourself from what had just happened when you hear him click his tongue loudly and immediately spanks you yet again.

As if feeling like you had enough he begins to move, your ass bouncing back against his hips with each thrust. He leans forwards, pressing his chest against your back “does he know how much of a horny slut you are” you moan as he hits your sweet spot, gripping the pillow underneath you. “My slut, no one else’s” the low volume of his voice and the rough pounding of his hips along with the degrading words leaving his lips made me want to right there and then tell him how much I needed him all the time.

“What would he do if he knew. how I fuck you senseless, how this pretty little mouth of yours sucks my dick” you cry as your second orgasm washes over you, your body violently jerking under him from the overstimulation.

“That’s my girl” he growls as he fucks you through your orgasm, he thrusts his hips into you faster. He moans softly, his head hung back as in bliss. You feel your stomach twisting, a sob leaving your mouth. A soft moan resounds in Yoongi's throat when his own orgasm hits him, thrusts getting sloppy. He kisses you once more, groaning loudly into your mouth. You whimper at the sensation of him pulling out, turning onto your back slowly. He rubs your thighs with his palm softly. “Fucking brat” he says, his eyes staring into yours.

You felt your eyes shutting on you, but you quickly sat up when he attempted to stand. “Don’t go” you say without thinking.

Bitch what the fuck, you scream inside.

He licks his lips, bringing his hand to your check as he brushes strands of your hair behind your ear “ didn’t you say that you just wanted the sex” his tone was set to hurt you but as you stared into his eyes you knew he didn’t mean the words he just said, and he was just hurt for what he interpreted by your silence last time.

“Then why do you care who I talk to, or how late I get home” you scowl. He tilts his head, a brow raised “why don’t you just say it, admit you regret reacting the way you did. And things can go back to how they were”

One thing I always hated about him was how easily he could read me. But this time, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you gave him a quick peck. “I don’t regret anything,” you said, standing up from the sofa and leaving him there as you walked away to take a shower.

By the time you got out, he was already gone.

This pattern went on for two weeks. Before class, we’d have a quick encounter, and he’d show up on weekends, catching me off guard in the middle of the day. Each time felt more intense, each encounter better than the last. We’d try new things, pushing past anything I’d read in books, which felt lacking in comparison. But each time it ended, there was a growing ache as we separated. If we were at my place, I’d be the one to walk away first, and he’d leave soon after. At his place, he never asked me to leave, letting it be my choice to go.

I was straddling him, my arms wrapped around him as we made out. It sometimes began like this, usually initiated by me. His hands squeezed my asscheeks, slightly sneaking their way into my shirt as I grinded my hips against him. The past weeks we’ve learned things about each other, things we should’ve never learned from one another. Like how he loves to spank my ass, his favorite position being from behind. How I had the hots for his degrading speech.

Just as things were about to progress his phone rang. Annoyed, he looks to the side, grabbing his phone. Kissing his neck I don’t hesitate to leave him hickeys as he doesn’t care if I do. “Who is it” I ask which he groans “my parents”

Lowering his hand I take his phone “you can call them back later” if there was something he loved about you lately it was the confidence you managed to build especially around him. Maybe that’s what he loved, the fact that it was just around him. That only he could see how beautiful you looked when you were confident.

His lips latched onto yours possessively, it doesn’t matter if she forgives me or not. As long as I say the deal isn’t over, she’s mine. And that’s never going to happen. You felt yourself in a daze as he caressed your body with his hands. His hands freezing at the sudden ring from your phone. Both groaning you stand from his lap “is someone dying?” he groans.

Picking up the phone your mom sounded rather energetic, asking you all sorts of questions. “Yes he’s right here too” you turn to look at yoongi who had already been staring at you. “Uh…I don’t know where his phone is…”

“I’m heading out, for you two to talk” he says, walking towards the exit

“She’s saying if we can go over this weekend..well she's asking me, your dad says you have to go” sighing in frustration Yoongi glares at me “I’m not going” not letting you rebuttal he walks out of the apartment.

Yoongi wasn’t lying when he said that he would not be going back home this weekend. Here I was packed and standing in front of his door. I know the two of us aren’t in talking terms and as unhealthy as it is that we only ever talk if it’s before the sex or after even if it's brief you had not made up with him or her.

Just as I step out of the building, I stop in my tracks, spotting Yoongi by my car. He’s wiping his hands on a towel, having just closed the hood.

“Hi,” I say.

“Your car’s good for the trip. Just needs some gas, but that’s all,” he says, turning and handing me my keys, which I blindly accept, realizing with embarrassment that I hadn’t even noticed I’d left them behind. I thank him, and he takes my bags. “Don’t stop anywhere—just head straight home,” he says, shutting the trunk.

Rolling my eyes as I settle into the driver’s seat, I reply, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Alright,” he says, leaning in to lift my chin, giving me a small kiss. “Call me when you get there.”

I nod, close the window, and drive off.

The moment I arrive, my mom envelops me in a tight hug. “My baby! Why don’t you visit more often?”

I sink into her arms, realizing how much I’ve needed this. Maybe the stress of the last few weeks has taken more of a toll on me than I thought. “I’ve just been really busy,” I say with a smile.

“y/n!” you felt an impact on your lower stomach as Hajun ran straight into you, tightly hugging you “did he come?”

“Who? Yoongi?” the younger boy nods his head “no he didn’t come” you could see the disappointment in his eyes for a split moment before he playfully grins.

“So it’s just us?” , laughing you pat his head “ yes it’s just us” taking out your phone you take a quick photo of hajun hugging your waist and send it to yoongi as your message of arrival. Quickly tugging your phone into your pocket you walk into the kitchen with hajun stepped on your feet as you walk carefully.

“How’s he doing?”

“Who?”

“Yoongi of course, I was hoping to see him” nibbling on your inner cheek you shrug your shoulders “he’s doing fine, i don’t know what he didn’t want to come but he’s good”

Nodding she places two plates down on the table “hajun has been living with us for a while now” your brow lifts as you look over to the boy who was chowing down completely ignoring the two of you

“Why?” you move aside with your mom, still cautious of him overhearing.

“His parents are having a divorce. It’s been messy, not a place for a boy his age to be.”I look back at Hajun, feeling a pang of sympathy. “How’s he handling it?”

“That’s the thing, he’s taking it like a champ. Afterall–” she glances towards Hajun softly speaks in a empathetic tone “he’s the one who told his dad”

You were exhausted after the long drive, resting in your room you couldn’t help but look at the window. A small part of you wanted to hear Yoongi knock on your window, asking for you to let him in. knocking at the door pulled your gaze from the window “sweetie, originally Yoongi and you were supposed to have dinner at his house..do you mind going alone?”

“No, I would love to go.” she does a flying kiss after wishing you goodnight. 

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the second part can be found here

✧.* 18+

“cold as ice, hard as stone, never choose men over being alone,” was what your mother had found herself repeating to you your entire life. maybe not your entire life, actually. you couldn't really remember when the phrase was spoken into life, perhaps when you had turned twelve, thirteen; when you began to develop and mature, when push-up bras began to substitute training bras, when makeup began to gain significance, when she had noticed how older and younger men alike had started to smirk and leer more and more shamefully whenever you passed by.

it wasn't because she had it out for you. quite the opposite, actually. it was something her mother had sang to her, an invention of her own she had sang to life when hormones began to work faster than she could blink. she thought it would raise awareness as a subtle way for her to let her daughter know that no man could ever be trusted in the slightest, but your mother didn't care to listen. it worked the first few years of her adolescence; she avoided relationships all throughout high school and college, but all good things come to an end. after she had graduated and gone into finance the way she had planned, things took a turn when she met your father. no one could have predicted the outcome. their relationship moved quickly, but smoothly. their friends had sworn up and down that they could never imagine them in an argument, until they got married. with marriage came a child, you. with a child came more responsibilities, with which came more money spent. they spent and spent until they had nothing left to spend, and that's when the verbal arguments had reached a new low.

by the time you had turned fifteen, you found yourself consoling your mother as much as she allowed you to. it was draining, you found yourself asking the man in the sky for a way out. a way out was in store, just not for you. one night, just a little after midnight, your father had packed his bags and left after another one of their more tense fights, swearing to find a younger, prettier, richer woman. you had both assumed it was another one of his empty threats, but you would never come to know, as that was the last time either of you have seen or heard from him.

for weeks on end following his departure, your mother had no tears left to cry. she was too quiet, white in the face as if all the blood has been drained from her body. she wasn't interested in discussing what had happened ever again. more weeks passed and winter came along, and she had fallen ill. you had picked up a job at fifteen and worked as many shifts as you could just to keep the house warm, to keep food on the table at least until december's weather had passed. she knew you had been trying, and you knew she was grateful, but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling as her condition worsened, as did the weather.

blizzards were uncommon in daegu. sure, it was normal to wake up to over ten inches of snow, but the storms just never seemed to take action. that's why you were surprised to have woken up just half an hour past four in the morning, to the sound of ice pounding on your windows and vicious wind blowing. your room was on the second floor, completely untouched, and you felt relieved for just a second. that second quickly passed when you called out for your mother, only to be met with silence. maybe she didn't hear you, maybe she had mistaken your voice for the wind; it's what you so badly wanted to believe as you made your way down the stairs. your heart stopped when you had realized that hope was more than a call away.

despite the untouched stairs and floor above, the living room she had been sleeping in was a wreck. the air was noticably colder, windows broken, glass shattered on the wet floor. the storm had done all the damage, yet that still wasn't the worst part. your mother was still on the couch, her skin as pale as ever. she was facing the ceiling, eyes open. you felt your heart sink to your stomach, and you've been dreading the feeling ever since. you've carried the grief ever since it happened, tears stinging whenever november made an appearance, whenever the temperature shifted. your mother had frozen to death, and how could you ever get over it, how could you ever function? you dreaded your father more than anything, knowing that if she could've beared to sleep in their shared room on the floor above, she would've been alive.

that was the first moment you had taken her words to heart. cold as ice, hard as stone, never choose men over being alone.

you had made it through the rest of high school without any interest in dating, or men in general. you had graduated the way you pictured yourself graduating, and you did it alone. it was a lonely road before anything else, but it was something you learned to live with. you spent your last summer as a high school student working to kill the time, waiting for the college season to start. everyone from your class had gone their separate ways, but you couldn't care less. every day seemed the same—wake up, eat, work, come home, eat, sleep. you went to sleep dreading the night, and woke up dreading the day. on one particular day, a man had stopped you in your tracks on the way to work. all he had to say was, “wouldn't hurt to smile, would it?” all it did was put a scowl on your face.

when summer had finally come to an end, you were the most ecstatic you've been in in the last four years. you couldn't wait to leave the house you grew up in—sell it, rent it out, it didn't matter. all you wanted was out. you ended up renting it out to an anonymous customer, which definitely should've raised some alarms, but you couldn't care less. they needed the house, you needed the money; they could've turned it into a meth lab for all you cared.

daegu university was located on the other side of town. it was a good college, despite how far away it was, which meant it was worth the agonizing drive. it was almost cartoonishly big, big and urban. nothing less was to be expected of a private school with a low acceptance rate and big bills. you had met with the principal of the university a total of three times. the first time was to congratulate you for being accepted, which had taken you aback. it was the first time in a long time you had allowed yourself to grin from ear to ear. the second time was just a few days later, he had shown you around the campus in advance, to avoid any confusion when the halls were packed to the brim. the third and final time was to get you comfortable in your dorm, where you met your dorm roommate.

the school itself was filled with spoiled, conceited kids with little to no knowledge and extended trust funds. it truly was a sight for sore eyes in the worst way possible. often did you find yourself rolling your eyes at their remarks and complaints, it was incredible how they could be so out of touch with reality and out of sync with the real world. you couldn't keep up with the rich people bullshit—stained shoes, last season clothes, companies going bankrupt. just a month into college, you learned to tune everything out, nearly everything.

your roommate took the cake, and you knew it. you felt the last shreds of your patience go numb when you had first met him. for the sake of your education, you told yourself that having a guy as your roommate would be no issue. you didb't want to leave a sour taste in the principal's mouth, so you put on a smile and complied. all you had to do was ignore him, just as you had been doing your whole life. he was quiet when you had first met, he was quiet throughout the many times you had spotted him during lectures or lunch. min yoongi—out of his entire group of friends, he seemed to be the most tame. that had lasted until he grew more comfortable and less mindful of your presence.

awake at the peak of midnight, you typed away at your laptop. your forehead was slick with sweat, hair tied back as you focused on your presentation. yoongi had gone out, perhaps with his friends. the room was quiet, aside from the sound of the wind whistling from outside. the silence didn't last as long as you needed it to, however, your heart practically skipping a beat as the door swung open. you really could've sworn you had locked it, making a mental note to double-check from that point on. the room was dark, so you couldn't make out who had entered until the lights flickered on. the smell of soju was pungent as yoongi stumbled into the room, making your nostrils flare. you couldn't bite back the groan that left your mouth as he stumbled in, only because he wasn't entering alone, for the third night in a row. he had come in with another sorority girl, hand around her waist as their lips remained locked in a drunken dance, their feet tumbling over each other. yoongi waved you off as if to let you know he didn't give a shit, you could either stay and watch or leave, so you left for the third night in a row. you took your laptop with you and remained sat outside of the door, typing hastily while you prepared yourself for yet another night of listening to their ten minutes of pleasure.

while you continued to type away, you felt a tap on your shoulder. already pissed off, you bit back a hiss as you snapped your head to the side. greeted by your friend's smile, you were relieved you didn't snap at him. “shit, third night in a row? he's on a roll, isn't he?” kim taehyung was the first person that introduced himself to you, and on your first day, too. at first, you had no interest in being his friend, but quickly warmed up to him once you realized just how much you had in common. he was from bukgu, just like you. he liked the same things you did, but more importantly, disliked the same things as you—men and rich people. men, more or less—he cheered you on when you found yourself ranting about men and their behavior, even if he did it jokingly. his vendetta against the rich was what made him stick out, as he had gotten into the university due to his promising resumé, accepting a full scholarship. with that being said, he was always respectful towards you, treating you as a friend and nothing more.

“i don't know how you can stand to hang out with him,” you responded, typing away as he allowed himself to sit next to you, throwing a glance at the screen. “he's a good friend, don't sweat it,” he paused, a smile crossing his lips. “but i'm not dumb enough to live with him, fuck no.”

yoongi was all too quiet, even with his friends, but he made up for that with many habits that failed to please you. those habits ranged from chainsmoking to excessive drinking to the dehumanizing way he fucked every girl with two legs and a functioning mouth. shit, it didn't matter if the girls had two legs or three, he'd find a way to spread them as long as he was in the mood, but they'd never get a glance from him the next day, let alone a text back. he'd just move onto the next victim.

“you could hold me at gunpoint and i still wouldn't know what these girls see in him,” you scoffed. you really didn't know. sure, he was a good-looking guy, you weren't gonna go out of your way to lie and call him ugly, but nobody could be good-looking enough to risk your self-respect.

taehyung seemed like he was actually thinking about it for a second, the faint sound of moans and groans from behind the door adding to his brain fog, “i think he just has a really big dick, yeah?” you shot him a look, almost concerned, “you seem to do a lot of thinking about his dick, anything you wanna tell me?” you teased, earning a joking punch to the shoulder.

“how charming,” he sneered, all you could do was laugh. he paused for a second as the moans began to die down. “there is something i wanna ask you, though.”

you stopped your typing, peeling your eyes off the screen in order to face him. “yeah, go ahead.” he seemed hesitant, a nervous smile crossing his face, and you couldn't help but worry about what was to come. “you can't say no right away, you have to hear me out,” he was only making it worse. “i'm supposed to go to this kid's frat party tomorrow night, and i wanna bring a guest, yeah?”

your face couldn't help but twist up in pure confusion. it wasn't that you were a total stone cold bitch that was gonna leave him high and dry, but you had never been to a party in your life. “and out of all the potential victims in this school, you wanna go with me?” he nodded, almost eagerly, as if the answer was supposed to be obvious. “duh, who else am i supposed to go with?” you could've inquired, but you didn't dare argue back, you didn't have the patience to. instead, you waited a second before agreeing. you didn't have to stay overnight, just a couple hours to keep taehyung company.

“okay, yeah, come to the dorm and we'll go, what time is it?” you asked as you closed your laptop, the painful silence from behind the door being a good enough sign that you could come back in. “i'll come by around eight, thanks for this, i owe you one.” you nodded as he gave you a hug goodbye, watching as he scurried down the hall and back to his own dorm.

you let out a sigh of exasperation, hand sliding down your face as the realization hit you. you didn't know the first thing about social gatherings, let alone about the ones with wannabe elite socialities that'll have too much to drink. the thought made your stomach churn as you reached for the doorknob, but before you could open the door, you had been beaten to it.

from the other side, the girl yoongi had brought to the dorm had swung the door open, stopping in her tracks as she locked eyes with you. she was a pretty girl, but the look she gave you was enough to make your blood boil. she didn't say a word, but the look itself was so nasty, you felt as dirty as she did. as she stomped away, you could hear the sound of yoongi's laughter from the room. “feisty one, isn't she?” he asked as you finally came in, making sure to lock the door this time. “charming girl, you sure know how to pick them,” you rolled your eyes.

he turned to face you as you walked in, wearing nothing but his short as he made himself comfortable, pressing a cigarette to his lips. the look you threw him was incredible, almost mimicking the one tonight's vencido shot you just a few seconds prior. “do you really have to smoke that shit in here?” you asked as he lit the tip of it. he raised an eyebrow, as if offended. “you got lung cancer?” the question had little to no relevance, but you shook your head. “then, what's the problem?”

“it smells like shit,” you hissed, waving your hand at the smoke drifting in your direction. he couldn't help but chuckle as he made his way over to the sofa, kicking his feet over the side. “hold your breath, open a window if you have to.” you scoffed as you watched his eyes close, cigarette tucked between his lips. you opened both of the windows in the room, greeting with fresh air with open arms. it was the last thing you had said to one another before you went to sleep, physically too tired to argue any further.

the following morning came too quickly, the sunlight from the window that had been, once again closed, practically blinding you, even while your eyes were closed. you could barely open them, head groggy as you powered through it. despite the bright rays, it wasn't what you saw that had awoken you from your slumber, but what you had heard.

it was about seven in the morning, maybe a few minutes last seven. whatever time it was, you knew it was too early to be listening to whatever it was you were listening to. you could make out two loud voices; one was yoongi's, the other belonged to a girl. for a second, your blood ran cold at the thought of him hooking up with a girl while you were awake, but the fear went away as your vision began to clear up. they were both half-naked; not fucking, just arguing.

“you're a fucking asshole, you've always been a fucking asshole,” the girl yelled, voice piercing your ears. you could make her frame out, definitely wasn't any of the past three girls that came in. she was much smaller than yoongi, her fists pounding against his chest but to avail as she continued to yell and cry. “you think fucking my best friend is funny, asshole? or the other sluts you have in here every fucking night? or the whore in your bed at seven in the morning?”

you scrunched your face up, offended at the assumption, but you remained in your position, not wanting them to notice your presence in case the situation worsened. “you better watch that fucking mouth of yours,” you heard yoongi respond. he didn't yell at her, he didn't hit back. his voice was almost stoic. “she's not a fucking whore, she's my roommate and she's sleeping, so either be quiet or get the fuck out.” you were almost pleased with his answer, it was the closest thing you'd ever get to him being nice to you. unfortunately, she didn't like that answer at all.

“get fucked, you son of a bitch,” was the last thing she said before leaving, and she didn't go quietly. she left the dorm with heavy footsteps and a deafening slam of the door. yoongi paused, reaping the insult with only a second of eerie calmness. when the wave of calm had passed, you felt your body jolt as he threw the television's remote control at the door, muttering a string of angry curses as he did so. only then did he turn around, watching the way you stared in surprise.

he tilted his head back down, almost as if he felt sorry, “sorry if i woke you up, go back to bed.” you shook your head, pushing the blanket off as you swung your legs off the bed. it was much too late to go back to sleep anyway. “all good, i gotta get to class anyway.” he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter as he pressed another cigarette to his lips. you watched him light it up in shock, it was still seven in the morning.

“what the fuck kind of classes do you have this early?” you rolled your eyes as you brushed out your hair, getting done only what was necessary before leaving for your morning lecture. “management accounting,” you murmured a response. he raised his eyebrows, keeping his distance as he blew smoke into the air.

“studying finance, really?” you nodded in response, unable to tell if he was impressed or disgusted. “that's cool,” he said softly. “my step-dad studied finance, too. says it's a pain in the ass.”

perhaps you had were too comfortable in that moment, perhaps you were just too tired and out of it to register what was coming out of your mouth. “my mom studied finance, she was really good at it,” your eyes had locked, but only for a second. it wasn't long enough to carry too much significance, but not short enough to go unnoticed. you coughed, “i'm gonna go to class.” he nodded silently, watching you grab what you needed before heading towards the door. he watched you leave for your lecture, cigarette still pressed to his lips, but not before opening the window.

your classes had lasted longer than you had anticipated, the one hour mark stretching for another two hours. by the time you had finally finished, you felt the second wave of exhaustion flood your system. the morning wasn't even through, and you were ready to give up and go back to bed, but you couldn't. as you left the classroom, dreading whatever your schedule had in store for you next, you felt an arm sling around your shoulders as you walked down the hallway.

“hey, loser,” taehyung cooed in your ear, ruffling your hair as you scoffed, delivering a playful slap to his arm. “going to your morning classes like a good little geek, aren't you?” you rolled your eyes as you peeked at your schedule, smiling as you realized your next class was with your friend. “remember those words when you're working for me in ten years, jackass.”

he feigned offense as he placed his hand on his forehead in a dramatic fashion. “so so cruel, i would truly rather work at a gas station.” you couldn't help but laugh as you both made your way into the next classroom. you couldn't help but admire how elegant the classrooms were, truly a hit or miss product of capitalism. unfortunately, you weren't given much time to admire as you both stopped in your tracks in the middle of the room.

“min yoongi taking english literature,” taehyung was the first to react, equally as surprised as you were. he laughed as he walked up to his friend, who was seated in the back row, arms crossed with a faint smile on his face. “you do realize the class doesn't come with a free ashtray, right?” you faintly trailed behind him as they dapped each other up, the most unnecessary display of masculinity, you thought.

“yeah, don't be too shocked, my parents aren't paying for me to smoke all day,” yoongi responded. his faint smile grew more and more faint as he watched you come up behind taehyung. his gaze switched from you to him. “you two friends?”

you had opened your mouth to say something along the lines of “none of your fucking business,” but your friend was much quicker than you. taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulders once more, ruffling your hair as you protested. “(y/n)? no, she's my hostage, as you can see.” you sighed in defeat, knowing it was no use. “you're such an ass,” you hissed. yoongi didn't say a word, he just stared. his gaze continued to flicker, but he remained quiet. even as you found your seat next to taehyung, just across from yoongi, he stayed quiet. silent, though his gaze never left the two of you, and you could almost feel it.

morning classes seemed to be the last of your problems as the day went on. everything was normal until you returned to your dorm, the panic you had been fighting since last night finally settling as you checked the time. you had exactly an hour to get ready before taehyung would come to pick you up. exactly an hour to find an outfit, put some decent makeup on, and get the courage to not pussy out. yoongi was nowhere to be found as you entered the dorm.

your wardrobe wasn't necessarily limited, as you had brought everything that could fit you. anything that couldn't was given to charity before you rented out the house, it was the smartest thing to do. you kept everything in a narrow closet, alongside some jewellry your mother had kept in a dainty box. it was a weird sensation, even after so many years, running your fingers through the fabric would never not strain your heart. you gulped back the melancholic nostalgia as you raked through the clothes. finally, you pulled out a dress hanging from above, one that had caught your eye.

it was anything unlike you had ever worn, because it wasn't yours. it was a dress your mother had worn when she was just a bit younger than you. despite what she believed in, she was the life of the party, unlike you. she knew how to let loose, and she wasn't afraid to express herself through her clothes. the dress was almost skimpy, she loved giving men the wrong impression. she loved knowing they could look because, they'd be looking either way, but they could never have her. she was in control, and the dress was gorgeous. a gold dress with thin straps, entirely tight and made to hug the body of whoever chose to wear it. it wasn't what you were used to, not at all. you loved the fact that it was pretty, but you loved the fact that your mother felt pretty in it even more.

if it wasn't her dress, you were entirely sure you wouldn't have liked it. the sensation of putting it on and embracing it was even weirder than the feeling of finding it. nonetheless, you slipped into the dress as you stood in front of the mirror. the dress was even more beautiful on you rather than in your hands. it was just as you imagined—tight, hugging every part of your body from your chest to your thighs, but beautiful. the light from the room did it more than enough justice, it glimmered.

even as you did your makeup, you couldn't help but give all your attention to the dress. it made you feel warm on the inside, the fact that you had a part of your mother clinging to your skin. it was as if she had never left. when you finished, with your face touched up, the heels you wanted, and the gold ring on your finger, all you could do was admire the dress in the mirror.

“holy shit,” were the words that finally snapped you back to reality, your body jolting as your head turned to the source of the sound. you hated how bad your instincts were when you were distracted, it was one of the reasons why taehyung could tease you as much as he did without you reacting. you froze, not knowing what to do.

“shit, i didn't mean to scare you, i'm sorry,” yoongi continued. he was equally as frozen as you were, having stopped himself in his tracks as he stared at you, eyes scanning you from head to toe. “it's just that you look really nice. the dress is—really nice.”

you almost felt bad for staying quiet. it wasn't that you were ungrateful, you just didn't know what to say. for a moment amidst your silence, yoongi continued to admire you for a moment longer, turning on his heel when he realized you had gone mute. “wait,” you practically blurted out, stopping him in his tracks once more. “thank you. it was my mom's.”

he didn't turn back around, but he remained in place as he felt his heart tighten at your words. “doesn't fit her anymore?” his tone was almost hopeful, as if he was hoping that would be the case. you went quiet for a second, before the answer came out entirely too quickly, as if you had thrown it up. “it would've if she was still here. she passed away, few years ago.”

you regret it the second it had come out, but that was the thing about word vomit; just like regular vomit, you could never take it back. now, it was his turn to be silent. you were entirely sure that you had creeped him the fuck out, but he felt that it was far from that. his heart tightened, it wasn't the answer he was hoping for. he responded as he turned around, finally facing you. “i'm sorry,” he murmured. “my dad passed away some years back, too. storm was bad.” he had mentioned his step-father, but never his actual dad. you felt for him, and he felt for you.

you opened your mouth, ready to offer some form of support, but the distinct pounding on the door was quick to cut you off. “come in,” yoongi muttered out, loud enough for whoever it was to here. taehyung wasted no time opening the door, practically cheering as he came in, unable to read the room.

“is my hostage ready?” his voice had dropped a few octaves as he neared the end of the question, walking into the room as he locked eyes with you. it was something about you in the dress rather than the dress itself, and yoongi was quick to notice his reaction.

“what're you doing here?” he asked taehyung, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes at his shell-shocked reaction. for a second, he focused. “i'm here for (y/n), we're going to the wang party.” never had you heard of that name in your life.

yoongi raised an eyebrow before turning back to you. “you didn't say you were going to jackson wang's shitty frat party,” he sounded almost displeased. you shrugged, “what's it to you?” you and taehyung exchanged a glance as yoongi scoffed, the agitation expanding.

“his entire frat has a thing for roofies and rape,” he paused to shoot taehyung a look. “but i'm sure your friend already told you about that.”

it was your turn to shoot taehyung a look, who already had his hands up. “you really think i'd let something happen to her?” he asked, his tone slightly colder than usual. yoongi scoffed at the rhetorical question, “go on, then,” was all he uttered out.

you knew you didn't need any help, and that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, which included the decisions you made. still, it didn't change the fact that leaving the dorm held more tension than it was supposed to. taehyung shut the door as you left, leaving yoongi in distress that he chose not to make obvious. instead, he chose to ignore the way it nagged him as he turned the television on, hoping it would just go away.

“roofies and rape? you guys are such a fucking cliché,” you muttered as you made your way down the hall with your friend. as oblivious as you were, for taehyung, it was a blessing, because you failed to notice the glances sent your way. he thought you were gorgeous, he thought the dress was gorgeous, up to the point where he could barely register what you were saying. “okay, yeah, ignore yoongi. i told you, i'm not gonna let anything happen, no way.” you knew he wouldn't, but you couldn't shake the feeling of unease as taehyung knocked on the door. the way yoongi acted, the way he talked, it was such a drastic and quick shift.

the generic music and cheers weren't audible until the door opened, you began wondering who you had to ask to get a thick door like that for some very necessary sound blockage. the guy who opened the door was familiar, you were sure you had seen him around campus before. “what's up, jackson?” they greeted each other with a laugh before the guy turned to you, with an almost unsettling spark in his eyes as he did so.

“good to see you, tae,” he spoke a little louder in order to combat the loud music. “and who do we have here?” the flickering colorful lights lit up the room, and you could make out what seemed to be hundreds of people in there, much to your disbelief. there was no logical reason for there to be that many people at one dorm party.

you introduced yourself, a friendly but equally forced smile on your face. “yeah, you're yoongi's roommate, aren't you?” you nodded in response, and you could tell that jackson wasn't too pleased with your roommate. “we should get you a drink then, make it easier to deal with him.” you feinged a laugh as you agreed, shooting taehyung a desperate look. you didn't need to say anything as you followed jackson in, your friend has already burned holes in the back of his head with his glare.

“i'll get us drinks, is that cool?” he could've sworn he saw jackson's face flash with disappointment, but the host obliged, nonetheless. you knew it was the best way for you to not get your virginity taken by the proclaimed roofie rapist, but you couldn't help but panic as taehyung left, even if it was for a good cause.

everybody was a sweaty, drunk mess. the party had started a mere fifteen minutes ago, yet the dorm was packed to the brim with careless, leering students looking to blow some steam off. you found yourself with your pressed against the wall as you created as much distance as possible. “i'm guessing it's your first frat party,” jackson said, only a few feet away from you. you avoided eye contact as best as you could, though you could barely hear him. “first party in general,” you corrected him. “not really my type of scene.”

he chuckled as he closed a few inches of distance off between you two. “that's what i figured,” you quite literally had nowhere to go, with the wall pressing into your back. “must be why you came with your boyfriend, right?” you laughed, but it wasn't in a mocking way, as if you had taken slight offense. “no, taehyung's not my boyfriend, i don't do boyfriends.” you made sure to put emphasis on the last bit.

jackson raised his eyebrows, taking a mere step closer as the lights flashed. he wasn't an unattractive guy, but you needed to take caution. “all the girls here tend to come with their boyfriends,” he gestured towards the many couples easily spotted behind him, all of them a sweaty mess of hormones, grinding and kissing without a care in the world. “rumor's going around that i'm not a nice guy, so they wanna be careful,” you couldn't tell if he was covering his tracks or not, but he was too close to your face, and the alcohol on his breath was no consolation. “what about you? you think i'm a nice guy?”

you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, and you truly didn't know how to answer. his eyes bored into yours as a smirk played on your face, your mouth open but no word vomit. before you could waste another second thinking, you glanced at his side, watching taehyung stride over with two drinks, as if on time.

“here you go,” he broke the silence, and relief washed over you. once again, jackson attempted to mask his disappointment with a smile. taehyung handed you a glass of something clear, strong. you knew it was strong, whatever it was, but the tension was so cruel, you couldn't help but down the contents of the cup, as if to ease how unsettled you felt.

whatever it was left a disgusting taste in your mouth, almost like nail polish. your friend watched you, almost concerned, while jackson let out a laugh. “i have a feeling it isn't your first time,” a comment that earned him a glare and a half. you shook your head, “i'm not a drinker,” you argued. “but i'll take more of it.”

this time, taehyung pulled you to his side. “great idea, let's go,” he urged, earning him the third look of disappointment of the night, but he paid no mind. he knew that no reaction, was the best reaction. a frown formed on your face as he dragged you through the tight crowd, leading you to the coolers on the wooden table. he shot you a look, “stay away from jackson,” was all he said as he passed you another drink, this time, a can from the cooler. something less strong to kill the burning sensation in your throat. all you could do was nod.

by the time you had gotten your fair share of drinks down your system, the atmosphere around you began to shift drastically. it was less tense, more refreshing. the more lightheaded you felt, the easier it was to let loose. the worse your vision had become, the more flushed you felt as your blood pumped. you had left taehyung's side, the succumbing to the foreign feeling as you joined the crowd despite his calls of disapproval. you knew he'd come after you, but you didn't care. all you could focus on was absolutely nothing. you just liked the way it felt, swaying to the music as if nothing mattered. unfortunately, everything mattered, and not everyone was as unaware as you were. jackson watched you from the sidelines, and he was focused, despite the many drinks that were clashing in his system. he couldn't not focus on you.

as the night wore on, situations varied. in one dorm, the music was loud. the flashing lights provided no sanctuary, and the drinks were practically freezing despite the immense heat. in one dorm, everybody was having a fantastic time. in another dorm, the silence was deafening.

yoongi had put out what may have been his final cigarette of the night. his throat had grown tight, and his stomach had started to churn. he knew it wasn't because of the cigarettes, no. he had put so many of them out just to ease the aching concerns in his mind as he watched the clock tick. a minute had past, followed by an hour. then, another hour. by the time the box was empty, it was almost midnight, and he couldn't think. with his fingers intertwined, nose pressed against them, he let out a sigh. why were you still there? why hadn't you come back yet? did something happen? it was all he could think about. it wasn't that he cared, he just didn't want anything to happen to you; it'd put his reputation in a tough spot, seeing as you were his roommate and all. at least, that's what he wanted to believe in.

the sound of the clock ticking was almost mocking, as was the way the hand moved in the slowest fashion possible. when another fifteen minutes had passed, he glanced at the door, hoping he'd see you stumble in. maybe not sober, but alive and untouched. when the last speck of hope faltered, he found himself pulling his weight off the couch. “fuck this,” he practically spat, snatching the door keys off the drawer before making his way out.

you were unaware of what was happening behind the door, outside of your makeshift sanctuary. you had finally reached the point of betrayal, only then could you see why you had avoided alcohol for so long. as your head span, so did the room. the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach had quickly replaced the short-lived euphoria you had felt up until then. as your dancing faltered, you found yourself tumbling in the opposite direction, practically tripping over your own two feet.

before you could cause yourself any harm, you felt a familiarly unfamiliar touch embrace your waist, preventing you from falling onto your back. for a second, everything went quiet, relief coursing through your veins. the relief was as short-lived as the bliss. “caught you just in time, didn't i?” you heard jackson murmur, his breath hot against your ear. your vision was blurry, and you were slurring your words as if you had a lisp. you didn't want him to know how drunk you were, you didn't want him to take advantage of it, but he was no fool. “yeah, thanks'o much,” he only chuckled in response.

in an attempt to pull yourself away from him, you found yourself staring at him face-to-face, as his grip never left your waist. you could barely make out his figure, let alone muster the strength to run away. your mouth was open, but it was as if your brain was too slow to form any sentences. “feel bad, don't you?” his voice was soft, almost comforting but borderline mocking. all you could do was nod. “we should go, get you taken care of. my friend's gotta spare room, yeah?”

your hands were pressed up against his chest, as if in attempt to push away from him, but no force was emitted. under any other circumstances, you'd have had no problem leaving, but things just weren't playing in your favor. he smirked, leaning in towards your face as his hot breath fanned your neck, nose grazing the side of your jaw. you pressed your eyes shut, hoping it would all go away, but it never did.

“it's a shame your friend left you here,” he practically purred in your ear. his fingers grazed your collarbone as his free hand slid down your hip, reaching to cup your ass as he let out a sigh at the feeling. “pretty thing like you, nothing good's bound to happen, right?” you couldn't fight back. for the first time in forever, you couldn't fight back, and you hated it. you hated how you were at his disposal, there for him to use without a care in the world. you kept your eyes shut, still hoping it would all stop and go away. and finally, it did.

it didn't go away quietly—within seconds, you could feel a tight grip ripping you away from jackson, a force so aggressive, you felt your heart stop for a split second. you felt as if you didn't need to second-guess who it was, thinking taehyung had finally located you and came to your rescue, but your suspicions were denied once you turned around. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” despite being free from his grasp, jackson's yell made you wince. he came closer once more, but he didn't face you this time.

yoongi came just as close as he did, mere inches away from his face as he levelled with him. “dunno, jackson, she looks pretty drunk to me,” he sneered in his face. you were behind yoongi, with one of his arms pressing into your front in an attempt to block the distance between you and jackson. by that point, the music had started to falter, and people were growing more and more interested in the scene that was unfolding. “you can take the roofies and rape bullshit somewhere else, i'll fucking kill you and you know it.”

for a second, jackson almost seemed hesitant to react, as if he was scared of the man in front of him. that second passed, but it didn't go unnoticed before he chose his next words, “i should leave my bullshit here and fuck her 'till she's sober, in case you wanted to watch.” had he chosen anything else to say, maybe the situation wouldn't have escalated the way it did so fast. because, in one swift motion, jackson plummeted into the ground beneath his feet, his neck bending backwards in an almost animated way as yoongi's fist collided with the bottom of his jaw.

“holy shit,” was all you could breathe out, screams emitting from the crowd of people behind you as you watched jackson's bloody gums shine under the lights. your body told you to move forward, pressing into yoongi's arm as you took a step towards jackson. the man beside you almost instantly looked back at you as he pushed you off with just enough force to make you stumble back.

for a second, you and yoongi locked eyes. your eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern in your eyes mixed with the profound melancholy of a lack of thoughts. your brain was moving too slow, you thought you looked stupid, but he thought you looked beautiful. it pissed him off how beautiful you looked, and it was all you could see in his eyes. anger, anger, anger. anger, and a speck of something else that you couldn't quite figure out.

“you've gotta be fucking joking,” your head snapped towards the source of the sound, and you spotted taehyung rushing to your side. first, all of his anger was directed towards jackson, but the anger quickly shifted to your roommate once he realized jackson had been dealt with. “where do you get off shoving her?” yoongi scoffed at the question, watching the way your friend came up to you from behind, his annoyingly protective hands cupping your shoulders as he watched you, hoping to see you were okay.

“where do you get ditching her in a place like this?” was yoongi's response. everything went quiet, too quiet, as he and taehyung locked eyes. you were afraid, too afraid that your friend would end up in the same position as jackson. “it's crowded, i went to the bathroom and couldn't find her,” taehyung's defense was reasonable, as you had given him permission to go, promising you'd be fine for a minute or so before making your way to the dance floor. yoongi laughed, but there was no humor to be traced, “that's funny seeing as i found her the second i came in here.”

the silence physically made your stomach twist, and they could both see it from the way your abdomen clenched as you bent forward. people had started whipping their phones out, snapping photos ane taking videos as hushed whispers began to fill the air. “let's get you out of here,” taehyung murmured, ignoring what yoongi said as to avoid any further discomfort, but you knew yoongi. everybody knew him. as your friend pulled you by one arm, leading you towards the exit, you both stopped in your tracks. from your other side, yoongi kept his grip on your hand tight. you couldn't fully grasp the situation, but his unfamiliar touch had a different feeling than jackson's. they were both foreign, but only one was welcomed.

“go home, taehyung,” yoongi uttered out, and oncr again, they locked eyes. the tension was palpable, and you couldn't stand the way their cold gazes matched one another so well. when taehyung's eyes left his, they met yours. you wanted to go home so bad, the situation was killing you from the inside. so, you held his gaze and nodded. he let out a sigh as he let your arm go, ever so hesitantly. “i'll call you,” was what he said before he finally turned on his heel. yoongi practically sneered—“no, you won't,” was what he so badly wanted to say.

the morning which had followed was no easier than the previous night. you couldn't remember the last time you felt so sore, the pounding in your head never seeming to ease. you blinked, more than what was deemed natural, as you opened your eyes to the blinding sunlight. you could hear your roommate, but had yet to see him. “weather's getting colder,” was what you could make out as you propped yourself onto your elbows. “enjoy the sun while it lasts.” unfortunately, he had a point. you stopped straining your eyes, allowing the sunlight to do its work. now, you could see him, standing next to the open window with a cigarette in his hand.

“what time is it?” you asked, exhaustion laced in your voice as your brain had begun picking up the pieces of last night's rezendevous. “about ten,” your head snapped, realizing you had missed two of your morning classes. “but don't even think about going anywhere.” you looked up to meet his gaze as he blew smoke out the window.

your whole body was tense, and only when you stepped out from under the covers did you realize just how right he was about the weather. “why's it so fucking cold?” you couldn't help but ask, the borderline freezing weather leaving a sour taste in your mouth. “it's almost winter,” yoongi responded, just as dryly. “fucking hate winter.” you let out a humorless laugh, as if to agree. if there was one thing to agree on, it was that.

your phone vibrated on your desk, and as you peered over to see who had been bugging you so early in the morning, taehyung's face flashed on the screen once more. “so annoying,” yoongi spoke once more. “he's been doing that all morning.” you shot him a look as you scurried to pick up your phone, “and you didn't think to answer him?” you asked, watching him take the last drag of his cigarette. he shrugged you off, earning an eye roll as you finally picked up taehyung's call.

“thank god, everything okay?” you heard his panicked voice from the other side, before even getting a chance to greet him. “yeah, just woke up,” you murmured, your heart pounding as you recalled just how bad it had gotten the night prior. you could recall the drinks, the lights, jackson. most importantly, you could recall yoongi, and how he had rushed in, potentially stopping you from getting assaulted. the phone was pressed against your ear as you looked up to meet his eyes once more. from the way he looked at you, you knew he recalled it just as well. because, he looked at you as if he wanted nothing to happen to you.

“i'm really sorry for leaving, i should've held it in a little longer,” your friend's apologetic voice rang once more. you shook your head as if he was there, but your eyes never left yoongi's, “no. tae, it's alright. it would've happened either way, it's not your fault.” you could've sworn yoongi's gaze dropped at the mention of his name, but either way, the eye contact had finally broken. you spoke to your friend a minute longer, dismissing his apologies and promising you'd see each other for lunch. he wanted you to spend it with him and his friends, seeing as that would be much safer than being alone. you complied.

when you finally hung up, you allowed yourself to face reality once more. “there's advil in the cabinet,” yoongi spoke. this time, his tone was colder than anticipated. you thanked him, allowing yourself to get ready for whatever it was the universe had in store for you.

by the time lunch had rolled around, you found yourself waiting for your friend once more. this time, for a much safer setting. taehyung and his friends normally spent that period outside, taking up a bench or two while they hung out. as you walked with him, you could feel just how unfamiliar and harsh the air had grown. he noticed your discomfort, but said nothing, as you were near the spot anyway.

you couldn't recognize any of his friends. sure, you had seen them around campus. maybe even in a class or two, but you knew none of them personally. all but one. as you walked up to the bench, yoongi was the last to notice you, but the first to meet your gaze. “this is (y/n), she's gonna be joining us today,” taehyung introduced you, and you forced a smile. the smile was returned as the boys introduced themselves, all but one. yoongi remained silent, but never took his eyes off you. all of the boys were locals, all from daegu, but all of them seemed to harbor the same personality as taehyung, regarding the rich people bullshit. they seemed nice, down-to-earth, until the questions rolled in.

“you were at that party last night, weren't you?” one of the boys, who had introduced himself as dongwon, asked. though hesitant, you nodded, earning a sound of astonishment from him. “yeah, jackson's a real asshole. he didn't put his hands on you, did he?” you tensed up at the thought, with dongwon earning a look of disapproval from taehyung. you weren't the only one uncomfortable—from the corner of your eye, you could see yoongi fidget with his fingers, perhaps at the mention of what went down last night.

“no, not really,” you responded, recalling the way he had you backed up against the wall, the way his fingers so desperately waited for further access beside your waist. “not really?” dongwon repeated, as if confused. “what exactly do you mean by that?”

you shrugged, as if hesitant to go into further detail. “he didn't get to do much touching, nothing too bad,” you paused, watching the way nearly all of them listened carefully. “tried to kiss me, had his hand on my ass but that's really all—” before you could finish your thought, everybody's attention shifted to yoongi, who had pushed himself off the bench and onto his feet, throwing his can into the bin behind him more aggressive than necessary. “yoongi, what's your deal—” once again, you found yourself being cut off by the same man. once he was on his feet, his grip was on your elbow, practically dragging you away from the group and back into the school.

you thrashed, but it was no use, you couldn't pull yourself out of his grasp. he was too strong and too determined, as he pulled you into the first empty hallway he could find. once he had found the spot, you found yourself in an all too familiar position, with your back pressed against the wall. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” you hissed, but your voice was weaker than usual. you didn't know if it was because of last night's antics, or because of the current tension. “what's wrong with me?” he repeated, tone equally as harsh. “where do you get off talking about shit like that?”

now, you were just confused. “what the hell are you talking about? he asked me a question.” yoongi rolled his eyes, you truly had no idea why he was so mad. especially at you, what was it that you said wrong? “why didn't you call me when he touched you?” this time, his tone was more gentle, and the confusion had been replaced with shock. “if i had come in a second later,” he stopped himself mid-sentence, not wanting to imagine just how much the situation could have escalated.

your face softened at his words, it was almost like he felt guilty for not having stopped you when he had the chance. “you came,” you said. “you came, and i'm grateful you did.” your words comforted him, just a little bit. in the end, the important part was that someone intervened. even if it happened to be your roommate. for a moment, you saw him smile, but perhaps it was too much. he knew it was, so he followed it up with an eye roll, “it was a pain in the ass, had to watch over you, missed breakfast and lunch and everything,” he paused, as if the lightbulb in his head came to light. “you owe me lunch.”

you owed him lunch, and it took every cell in you to avoid ripping his head off his neck. it was the least you could do, it really was. it wasn't like you didn't know how to cook, of course you did. it was one of the first things your mother had made sure she taught you on time. but it was something about the almost smug smile he was wearing as he made himself comfortable on the chair, while you whisked away by the stove. “and don't even think about poisoning it,” you heard his taunting voice from behind. “the death penalty's legal now.”

for a moment, you even considered it. you opted for one of your mother's recipes, seeing as your roommate wasn't specific with what he wanted. truly, he didn't care. he just wanted to eat, with the appetizer being an excuse to fuck around with you. the specific recipe you were using had been passed around from one generation, all the way to your mother. the stew itself was something anyone could make, but nobody could make it the way your did. in fact, it was so special, the only people she ever shared it with were you and your father.

“it smells good,” yoongi murmured, his eyes glued to your frame as you carefully removed the pot off the stove, turning the heat off. you smiled to yourself as you retrieved a bowl from the csbinet above, “thanks.” never had you tried the recipe out for yourself, it was your first time and you were determined to make it work.

he waited patiently as you scooped the stew out, dumping it into the bowl. he watched your every move, from the way you pushed the loose strands of your hair away from your forehead, to how you carried the bowl with grace he swore was there. the stew was served with a bowl of rice for him, and a side of radishes. you heaved a sigh as you sat next to him, hands sore. everything was there, picture perfect for him, but he kept his focus on you.

“well,” you urged. “go on, then.” only then did his gaze drop. he stared at the red liquid, allowing the spicy scent to grace his nostrils. it was comforting, and all too familiar to him. the scent itself sent a sharp jab to his chest, he was too familiar with it.

his suspicions didn't ease as he scooped a spoonful of the stew, he had reached a new level of excitement. you analyzed him carefully, hoping for a promising reaction. it was exactly what you were going to get. “holy shit,” he uttered out, his mouth full. his instincts hadn't failed him, the scent was familiar and the taste only confirmed what he had been thinking. “is this your recipe?” for a second, you hesitated, but shook your head. “no,” you assured softly. “it was my mother's, why? is it any good?”

the answer itself was all too obvious as he continued to fill his mouth with the product, swallowing within seconds just to help himself some more. it was as if he hadn't eaten in years. “it's amazing,” he praised, and your face lit up. you couldn't help but smile as he neared the end of the bowl. “it tastes exactly the one my step-dad used to make.” you were skeptical, as there was no way that was possible, but took the compliment.

“generational recipe,” you explained, a twinge of grief to your voice. “it was all we ate when winter came along.” the memories weren't as pleasant as the taste itself; you found yourself recalling the days there truly wasn't anything else to eat, but you never complained. you never got tired of the taste.

yoongi seemed to notice the way your tone shifted, even while draining what was left of the meal. “i get it,” was what he found himself saying. at first, you thought it was just empty comforting. “the cold took a toll on us, too. fucking hate the winter.” out of all people, you never imagined opening up to min yoongi, let alone him opening up to you. let alone him understanding you. for a second, there was nothing but silence, and the way you found yourself staring at him. you had been looking at him with the same eyes since you've met him, but this time was different. this time, you looked at each other in a way you never have before.

in a split second, the moment had passed. your phone had started to ring again, and you found yourself cursing whoever it was. taehyung, probably. you swore you'd kill him if it was him pestering you again, but it wasn't. your screen flashed, reading “no caller id” in white, bold letters. yoongi shot you a concerning glance going unnoticed as you excused yourself, leaving the room.

once you were a room away from yoongi, you answered the call with a simple, “hello?” you didn't know exactly what you were expecting to hear, nor who. maybe someone had the wrong number, or it was a spam caller. you had your list of possibilities and expectations, all but one. “(y/n)? is it you?” the voice on the other line was deep, scratchy, rough. above all else, it was familiar. the second you heard it, your blood ran cold and your heart grew weak. it had never crossed your mind, so you refused to believe it was happening. “yes,” you responded weakly, weary of your roommate in the other room. “who is this?”

in the back of your mind, you knew exactly who it was. you could see his face, and you could hear his voice. you had done your best, for years on end, to block it from your memory, but to no avail. “(y/n), you know exactly who this is,” he said, voice all but steady. your fingers quivered, breathing heavy as you did your best to keep it together. “please, sweetheart. i'm back at the house, where's your mother? where are you? come over, we have to talk.” and for a split second, the room was silent. you couldn't muster up the words you so badly needed to say, not while you blood was hot, not while your head was heavy. the shock had finally turned to anger, and you couldn't deal with it.

“you asshole,” you finally breathed out, your eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill. “you have some fucking nerve, you asshole.” it was all that was going through your head—asshole, asshole, asshole. how could he possibly have the courage, after so long?

from the other line, your father heaved a sigh, as if symapthetic. almost as if he was ashamed. “honey, i know i'm the last person you wanna hear from right now—” you had reached your limit, patience growing thin. you knew being rational wasn't an option, not with your knees threatening to give out from under you. “she's dead, you son of a bitch,” your voice was barely above a whisper. finally, he went quiet. it was your turn to talk. “she's dead and it's all your fault, dead. she's dead, you left her, and she's dead.”

so badly did you want to keep it together, but it was no use. your whispering had gone an octave up, hands furiously quivering as the tears came running down your face. your lips were swollen, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat as you failed against the sobs that were escaping from your throat. “i'm sorry,” were the words that finished you off. with a sob, you finally hung up. you should've done it the second you heard his voice, but it was too late. his words echoed in your head, even as you tossed your phone onto the floor, ignoring the sound of fatal cracks. you couldn't keep it together, you couldn't hold it in.

he had watched the whole scene unfold, much to your dismay. you realized it the second you held your head up. tears spilled from your eyes, and you were finally falling apart. yoongi stood there, just feet away. he stared, his eyes wide with shock as he watched you. something had awoken in him as he watched the way you held your face in your hands, sobs rocking your body. he watched you, but not for long. not wall you were so close to collapsing.

your legs were about to give out, but they never did. you were falling, but never did you hit the ground. he was right there, right beside you, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in so that you wouldn't fall. never in your life had you felt more grateful, more safe. you held onto the fabric of his shirt, and he didn't dare let go of you. you were fragile. in that moment, you were on the verge of breaking, and he wasn't going to let it happen. so, he pulled you close. his arms were wrapped around your frame, hand on the back of your head as he pushed your face into the crook of his neck.

he could feel the way you shook under his touch, and it broke his heart. his heart hurt for you. gentle strokes were delivered to your hair as he hushed you, and all you could do was cry. he didn't stop, not until your sobs died down. “was that your dad?” was what he finally asked, careful with his words as to not worsen the situation. all you could do was nod, and it was enough for him to keep quiet. all he could do was hold you, and that was exactly what he did. it was the comfort you had been longing for.

when you had finally calmed down, when the embrace had broken, you didn't know what to think. you cursed yourself for succumbing to your emotions as quickly as you did, you cursed yourself for breaking down. it made you wonder, what was it that made you feel so safe with him? what was it that made your heart flutter, that put your mind at ease? you were no fool, all you needed to do was remember what was engraved in your mind—cold as ice, hard as stone. never choose men over being alone. it was what had kept you afloat for so long, but it wasn't what was in your heart. it wasn't what made you feel safe, not the way you did with him.

he found himself cursing the way he found himself acting with you. it was unlike him, it was out of character for him. why, all of a sudden? why was he coming to your rescue, eating your meals? why was the urge to protect you stronger than the urge to protect his pride? it was all he thought about, why was it different with you? he didn't like different, different meant unfamiliar. he didn't like how vulnerable he was with you, how safe he felt with you. he never played safe, why start? why risk it all? he needed a distraction, and he was determined to find it.

thankfully, he knew just where to look. that night, you had gone to sleep earlier than usual, with only one thing on your mind. what had happened that day replayed in your head, but only the part you wanted to think about. him. you fell asleep thinking about him, dreading how quiet it was without his presence. he wasn't far, just two dorms over.

“hey,” he greeted almost the second the door opened, as if he was in a rush. he allowed himself to come in, despite the several yelps of disapproval. “got too much on my mind, needed to see you.” he didn't need to do anything, all he wanted was to be distracted. so, he did it the only way he knew how.

the girl scoffed, but closed the door behind him. “you should've called. what? you missed me?” the question sent a chill down his spine. no, no, no. it's what he so badly wanted to say. he didn't miss her, he didn't want her. he didn't need her the way he needed you, but he didn't want to need you. he didn't want to need anybody. to him, everybody was unreliable. everybody was waiting to ruin him. he knew he was making a mistake, but he was ready. above all else, he was ready.

“take your clothes off,” he uttered out. “and you'll see how much i missed you.”

the following morning, you had gotten up earlier than you wanted to. the basket of dirty clothes had filled up again, and someone had to take care of it. when you opened your eyes, yoongi was nowhere to be found. it made you get up faster than usual, panic coursing through your veins as you searched for him. he wasn't there. while you were in your feet, headed towards the basket, he still wasn't there. you tried to calm yourself down, assuring yourself he'd walk through the door soon enough. this time, you were right.

as you picked the basket up, you heard the doorknob jiggle. he had finally come home, just before seven in the morning. he seemed tired, as if he had got done running a marathon. the tiresome expression switched to a look of shock the second he saw you. for a moment, all you did was look at each other. “where've you been?” you finally broke the silence. the question should have been expected, but he didn't know how to answer. how could he, after everything? he gulped, thinking of what to say. so, he did what he did best. he lied.

“drinking with dongwon,” the lie came out smoother than intended, smooth enough for your worries to falter. you only nodded in response. he felt awful for lying, why do it in the first place? you had seen him in much more promiscuous situations with a variety of women, what was the issue now? he knew he couldn't, not after yesterday—after everything. his eyes shifted to the basket in your hands. “taking the clothes down to the washer?” again, all you could do was nod. you had nothing to say, you were just glad he was alright. “would you take this, too?” you watched him gesture to the shirt he had on, and complied.

all you could do was stand there as he peeled his collared shirt off, it was best not to look, but oh so difficult. desperate to ditch the embarrassment, you placed the shirt into the basket, and brushed past him.

the minute you left the room, once again did he curse himself. once time, for what he did. “fuck,” was all he could say.

the washing machine belonged to the campus, and students were free to use it as much as they needed to. people had grown more aware of how challenging it was for students to make it on their own while studying, so they did their best to help. you wanted to make a quick trip, shoving the clothes into the machine as fast as you could, but something caught your eye. all of the clothes in the bin had been worn over and over again, all but yoongi's shirt. he had a different outfit on the previous day, but came back wearing a new shirt. you had presumed it was stained with alcohol, but decided to check, just in case.

maybe things had gotten out of hand while he was drinking, but you didn't remember seeing any stains. the shirt itself was clean, from what you could tell. white stained easily. it wasn't until your hands pulled the collar upwards, did you see what the problem really was. at first, you ignored the pungent smell. the shirt reeked of cheap, fruity perfume that lit your nostrils up, and it made your stomach churn. maybe dongwon had a few girls over to drink with them, it was what you hoped for. why did it matter? it had nothing to do with you. it would've been the best case, but it wasn't. you realized it wasn't the moment you lifted the collar.

the rim of the collar was stained with lipstick. bright pink lipstick. the sight of it made your heart fall, you practically felt it in your stomach. “asshole,” you breathed out, fingers clutching the fabric. you didn't know why it made you so upset, you didn't know why the sight of it made you so angry. why was he lying about it? it wasn't the first time, and you believed it wouldn't be the last. it was all you could think about, and it hurt more than you wanted it to.

you had spent the following weeks ignoring yoongi as best as you could. unfortunately, living with him didn't make it easier for you. you did your best, unable to shake the feeling of betrayal. weeks passed, and you still didn't know why it hurt you as much as it did. you couldn't bare talking to him, afraid of lashing out. losing your temper, everything you had strived for so long.

he had noticed a shift in the atmosphere from that point on, brushing it off at first. maybe you were just having a bad day, is what he had been telling himself the first few days. those days quickly turned into weeks, and nothing was the same. his comments were ignored, even his provocations and jokes. his questions were answered abruptly and coldly. he dismissed the idea of you figuring out what he had done, as he believed there was no way for you to find out, but nothing explained the way you were acting. not even the smoking and closed windows bothered you anymore.

you spent as much time with taehyung as you possibly could. if you had classes, you'd attend them alone and in silence. all your free time was spent with taehyung, not that he minded. he was the only person you told what happened, from start to finish. you told him everything, even the bits he already knew, like what happened at the party.

“you like him, don't you?” he asked the question you had been so scared of facing, let alone answering. you tried to play it off as a joke, laughing it off, but never answering. he watched you carefully, a frown on his face. he didn't need an answer, he knew it just as well as you did. you liked him. he didn't know where to go from there, all he could do was watch you, and every move of yours gave him his answer. you couldn't keep the eye contact, your fingers toyed with your hair as you stayed quiet. he knew you liked him.

that night, he thought about it. he thought about it so much, he found himself standing outside with yoongi, in the cold air. he thought about it so much, he found himself with one of yoongi's cigarettes between his lips. there was something off about him, yoongi saw it. taehyung, who was once one of his closest friends, had grown cold, hostile. taehyung didn't pay mind to how his behavior had grown strange, he only had one thing on his mind.

“she knows,” were the words that broke the silence. yoongi froze, cigarette burning between his lips. he stayed silent, couldn't say a thing. “she knows you fucked that girl.” yoongi scoffed, but he couldn't ignore how fast his heart was pounding. the increasing anxiety wasn't detectable, he did his best to ignore it. “don't know what you're talking about.”

now, it was taehyung's turn to scoff. he didn't make eye contact with his friend, taking a drag of his cigarette as he stared into the night sky. “you're a pussy,” his words finally got the attention he was looking for. “she's this great girl, y'know? she's this beautiful, smart girl and she likes you. and i wish i knew why. but, hey, what do you know? you like her, you like this great girl, but you're too big of a pussy to do anything about it.”

“you don't know shit,” yoongi practically spat at him, too defensive for his own good. he faced his friend, but taehyung remained stoic. in his heart, yoongi knew every bit of it was true. he only returned the stance as he neared the end of his cigarette, throwing it onto the ground beneath him and stepping over it. “you're right, i don't know shit,” taehyung spat back. “you like each other, but don't do shit about it. fuck around with her some more, 'till she realizes she can do better than you.” those were the last words taehyung said to him, before walking away. it took everything in him to not punch yoongi in the face, because he so desperately needed to. he wanted him to realize what was in front of him, he wanted him to realize how lucky he was.

once again, yoongi was left alone. in his heart, he knew every word of it was true, but he couldn't bring himself to come to terms with it. it was something he needed to do, but he didn't want to. he wanted to live in his bubble, with his heart closed off to anyone but him. he needed to be selfish, because it was all he knew, but as the night grew colder and harsher, he knew it wasn't what he wanted to do.

you found yourself in your bed once more, but you couldn't fall asleep. your mind wouldn't shut off, and it pissed you off. you and yoongi had gone another day without speaking, and the silence killed you. he wasn't there, and all you could think about was where he was. you let out a dry laugh, thinking history would be funny enough to repeat itself—maybe he really was out there, wetting his dick again.

that possibility lost some of its credibility when the doorknob began to budge again. like clockwork, you found yourself watching him come in. this time, he was home early, it wasn't even midnight. for a second, you locked eyes. it was quiet, you didn't dare say a word, but you couldn't not look at him. he looked at you, admiring how pretty you were, even at your worst. even with your hair messy, lips swollen, eyes beaming with exhaustion—there was no way you couldn't look good. something in that moment had clicked, and the silence was broken.

“i fucked her,” definitely wasn't the best choice of words, but he needed something to clear the air with. still, you remained quiet, only raising your eyebrows in response. you knew, he knew you knew. “i fucked her and it was a shitty thing to do. i knew it then, and i know it now.”

you stayed quiet, the empathy currently drained from your heart. how could you feel for him? “i fucked her because i needed a way to distract myself,” he paused. “from you. i'm feeling shit i've never felt, and i'm scared of feeling it. when i'm scared, i run. it's all i've ever been doing.”

he stood there, voice steady despite how honest he was trying to be. for a second, you almost understood him. you knew what it was like, running from the same feeling your entire life. it was exactly what you were taught, but never could you have done to anybody what he had done to you. “i really hope she was worth it,” you whispered, just about loud enough for him to hear. she wasn't, he knew she wasn't. she had cost him everything, and he knew there was no coming back from it.

not much had changed as the weeks flew by. nothing but the weather. the colder the weather had gotten, the more hostile you found yourself acting. not just with yoongi, but in general. even with taehyung, you found yourself snapping just to apologize seconds later. he understood, he was patient with you. once it had started to snow, you spent more time inside than outside. seeing the fluffy, white flakes coat the ground was enough for you to get a frostbite. you spent the inside of the campus has truly become a sanctuary, until you and yoongi had started to cross paths once more.

it was only because he had been staying inside just as much. the minute he had woken up to the sight of white, it was official. he didn't even bother looking at the windows, let alone taking a step outside. he only smoked indoors, kept his friends close indoors.

your anger had finally faltered as the time passed, but you and yoongi never really spoke. you had both hoped that whatever it was you were feeling would finally fade, that it was a temporary occurence. you both prayed that one day you'd wake up, and feel nothing for the other. that day never came.

though you had finally made peace with the situation and gained your composure, the weather had lost its. everything up until then had been child's play, with the outside world freezing, but the inside providing comfort. nobody had really expected the drastic change, so nobody was prepared. when the night in question rolled around, it was brutal.

a snowstorm was in the process of unfolding. those who were able to deal with it, dealed by hiding under the covers. the wind rocked the windows, it was brutal. no matter the force, nobody was able to shut them. all the wind did was fight back. the wind howled as flakes of white scattered the dorms, the cold air practically violent. it was the reason you had found yourself on the couch, away from the windows. you were doing your best to ignore it, to block the familiar sounds from your mind. the noises were messing with your head, and the brutal cold brought memories you had no interest in re-living.

your breathing escalated, and all you could do was fight back the tears, reassuring yourself under your breath. you shut yours eyes tight, hoping everything would go quiet. just for a second. it never did. at one point, the howling had started to die down, but the air only grew colder. a new sound had graced your ears, but it wasn't the wind. it wasn't the wind howling. from the corner of your eye, you could spot the source.

yoongi had problems of his own, having taken the spot right next to the window. the covers on the bed offered no comfort, not while everything was unfolding right next to him. the cold was bitter, so unfamiliarly cruel as he rocked himself under the sheets. it was the most unstable he had ever felt, as he bit back his cries, wary of you just feet away from him. he muffled his sobs, but it wasn't enough to stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. he hated it, it was killing him.

you listened carefully, unsure of what you were listening to. ever the curious one, you pushed yourself onto your feet, with the blanket engulfing you. he was facing the opposite side, and you were absolutely sure the sounds were coming from him, the closer you grew to him. as you got closer, you could make out the sounds better. you were right, it wasn't the wind howling. you could recognize the crying all too well.

“yoongi,” it was the first time you had spoken to him in a long time. your voice rang like a melody, offering him the slightest comfort amidst everything else. slowly, he found himself turning towards you. as he did, you saw everything much clearer, and your heart skipped a beat. his eyes were swollen, lips puffy, his cheeks slick with tears. “yoongi, are you okay?”

he shook his head, and you couldn't hide the panic in your voice. despite everything, you knew you cared. you cared, he cared. hearing you was almost enough to block everything else out. it was enough for him to ignore how vulnerable he truly was in that moment, and he knew he had reached peak vulnerability. “i fucking hate winter,” he croaked out. all you could do was nod, you nodded and it pained you because you hated it, too. you hated how it took everything from you. “took my dad from me, it was too cold.” you could barely make out what he was saying, but you couldn't believe what you were able to hear. it made your heart sink, and you knew what followed was inevitable.

“it's okay, i promise,” your heart was racing as you sat on the bed, right next to him. cold, he was so cold. despite the blankets, he was freezing. “took my mom from me, yoongi. i get it, i promise i get it.” tears in your eyes threatened to match his own as his expression flashed with shock. it wasn't something you expected to hear from anyone, let alone him. “so fucking cold,” he finally whispered, and you realized just how bad he had it. you realized just how alike you were, so you finally did something so unlike the either of you.

you were careful with your actions, even if they weren't thought through. with a sniffle, you pulled the covers up. not enough to expose him to the cold more than he already had been, but enough to make room. you made enough room and, to his astonishment, you crawled in. you moved into the spot next to him, and neither of you moved. it was unlike any warmth either of you had felt before, none of the covers in the world had anything on the warmth felt in that moment.

you stared at each other with sore, puffy eyes. he watched you with soft eyes, sniffles dying down the minute you were next to him. you were perfect. more perfect than you've ever been. he was hesitant, but he found himself pulling you in. you were just as hesitant, but you found yourself scooting closer to him. nothing mattered anymore. the air surrounding you was still cold, it still hurt, but it was like his body had grown a new mind of its own. his fingers traced the side of your face, pushing strands of your hair away from your eyes. he needed to see you, all of you, and he did. you had never been closer, and you couldn't get enough of it. he was like a furnace to you, even though you were the one warming him. from the inside out.

“i love you,” he finally whispered, and neither of you looked away. he knew he couldn't take back what he said, the same way he knew how much he meant it. the words were foreign, they were words you hadn't heard in a long time. finally, you smiled. “i love you, too.” the shock that spread through his body couldn't be mimicked. for the first time in a long while, he smiled. he smiled back, and it was a genuine smile. one that wasn't provoked by teasing and joking, nothing of the sort. he hadn't been loved in a long time.

the wind stayed consistent, but nothing mattered anymore. it was as if a barrier had formed around the two of you, one that unapologetically emitted the warmest, kindest comfort imaginable. yoongi found himself moving closer to you, if possible, and you knew what was coming. you knew, and you were prepared. you loved him, you hated the cold, and you could never be what you despised the most, so you let him.

with his hand ever so gently in your hair, you allowed yourself to come closer, until the distance finally faltered. his lips pressed against yours, something he had found himself dreaming about for too long. your lips melted, colliding so gently, he swore they were made for each other. he had kissed a countless amount of women, but never like that. every ounce of regret left your body, and all you could do was kiss back. it was what you wanted more than anything. you wanted him.

he stroked your arm gently, his thumb tracing circles on your skin, sending shivers of a different kind down your spine. you looked up at him, feeling your heart race a little faster as you thought about what you wanted to say. he was so warm, so solid and comforting, and you felt a sudden rush of love for him that was almost overwhelming. you took a deep breath and whispered, “i've never done this before.” his eyes searched yours, understanding and patience in their depths. he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. “that's okay,” he said, his voice a gentle rumble. “we'll take it slow.”

the room was filled with a tension that was both nerve-wracking and exciting as you both realized the gravity of the moment. you felt a blush spread across your cheeks, but yoongi just held you tighter, his eyes filled with nothing but affection and reassurance.

he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he said, “but are you sure?” his question hung in the air, the only sound the soft rustle of the covers and the muffled sounds of the winter night outside. you nodded, feeling your pulse quicken. “i'm sure,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible.

yoongi pulled back, looking into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. finding none, he leaned in and kissed you softly, his hand moving from your arm to cup your cheek. the kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you both became lost in the moment. the bed dipped slightly as he shifted his weight, moving to adjust himself beside you, his hand still cradling your face. his eyes searched yours, asking for permission, and you gave it with a shy nod.

he started to kiss your neck, his lips feather-light as they moved down to your collarbone. you felt his hand slowly make its way down your body, and your breath hitched in anticipation. the cold outside was forgotten as the heat between you grew, a warmth that seemed to drive away every other concern. his touch was gentle, exploratory, as if he was learning every inch of you. you felt your body respond, your heart racing and your skin tingling where he touched. his fingers traced the line of your jaw, then moved to the hem of your shirt, his thumbs hooking under the fabric.

you lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head, the cool air of the room making you shiver again. but as soon as the shirt was off, his warmth was back, his chest pressed against yours, his hands running up and down your back in soothing strokes, only to make another appearance, fondling your tits in a way so gentle, even he couldn't believe it. he listened to your soft moans, and it took everything in him to resist pounding you right then and there. the snow continued to fall outside, casting a serene, silent backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding in the warmth of the bedroom. the only sounds were the soft rustle of the covers and the steady beat of two hearts, in sync with each other.

his eyes never left yours as he reached for the button of your pants, his gaze filled with a mix of love and lust. you felt a thrill of excitement and nerves as he undid the button, then the zipper, his hands moving with purpose and care. he slid your pants down, revealing your bare legs to the cool air. you felt his warm breath against your skin as he kissed his way down your stomach, making you gasp.

the anticipation was almost unbearable, your body trembling with a mix of cold and desire. yoongi took his time, his kisses like a warm embrace against the winter's chill. he reached your navel, and your hips instinctively arched towards him. his eyes never left yours, as if asking for confirmation at every step.

he gently pushed your legs apart, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made you feel cherished. his hand trailed down your inner thigh, and your skin burned with every touch. when his fingers finally reached the place where no one else had been before, you tensed, but his soft, reassuring whispers kept you relaxed. with a feather-light touch, he began to explore, his movements slow and deliberate. each caress against your soaking pussy sent waves of pleasure through you, and your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned softly. the cold air was forgotten, replaced by the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his hand.

“fuck, princess, so wet for me,” he murmured, his dick painfully hard, practically begging for you.

as he touched you, he watched your reactions closely, learning what made you gasp, what made you shiver with pleasure. his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. but all he saw was a deep, unspoken trust that made his heart swell with love. you felt your body responding to his touch, and you reached for him, your hands shaking slightly as you pulled his shirt over his head. his skin was hot against your palms, and you traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your fingertips.

the snowfall outside grew heavier, the world outside muffled and distant. the only thing that mattered was the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his skin under your hands, and the love that was growing stronger with every shared moment.

as he pulled his boxers down, you realized just how unprepared you really were. he could stretch you out as much as he wanted, it still couldn't prepare you for what caught your eye. he was big, and he knew it. he was big and throbbing against the flesh of his abdomen, and a you could do was stare. “it's not gonna fit,” you whispered. despite his laugh, your words only made him harder. the thought of you, so small and fragile under him, breaking because of his cock—it made him desperate for you. yoongi leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “you'll take it, yeah?” you nodded, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. he kissed you again, deep and slow, as if trying to imprint every sensation on your soul. you felt him shift, the bed protesting slightly under his weight as he positioned himself above you. he reached for the condom on the nightstand, his movements sure and practiced. but his eyes never left yours, filled with a tenderness that was almost painful in its intensity.

you felt his hard, pulsing cock against your entrance and it was enough to make you gasp. he let out a sigh, the sight of you so vulnerable for him enough to make him cum on the spot. as he entered you, the world outside disappeared, replaced by the feeling of him filling your pussy up, the sound of your mingled breaths the only music in the room. it was a moment of pain, quickly overshadowed by a deeper, more profound sensation of belonging. you held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, his rhythm gentle and steady. each stroke was a promise of forever, a declaration of love in the most primal and intimate way possible.

“so fucking tight, holy shit,” he groaned, eyes flashing between the way your pussy sucked him up, so pretty and greedy, and the way your face scrunched up in pleasure, pure pleasure. you and yoongi moved together, each stroke bringing you closer to the precipice of pleasure. your breaths grew ragged, your hearts pounding in unison as you climbed higher and higher. and when you finally fell over the edge, you came all over him. “just like that, all over my dick.”

you were overwhelmed, the foreign feeling gracing you with an irreplaceable euphoria you've so badly been craving. he leaned forward, capturing your lips in yet another messy kiss, his hands erratic. they moved as fast as they could, savoring the way your tits felt in them, the way your fleshy thighs spilled out of them. as he pounded into you, a you could do was moan into his mouth. “so good, fuck, yoongi,” the sound of his name leaving your mouth in such a dirty position was enough to send him over the edge.

he was desperate, his hips slamming into your pelvis as his dick brushed your sweet spot. your walls squeezed him, practically milking him for all he had to offer. his groans grew louder as he neared his high, his thrusts sending your eyes into the back of your head as he savored you. you were all his. “gonna cum, fuck,” he moaned, and he was right. he came with a groan, lost in the way you moaned for him, foreheads pressed against each other. he came into the condom, his dick throbbing into your cunt as he did so. it was good, so good.

when he finally pulled out, you did nothing but stare into each other's eyes. you knew that you had just shared something incredibly special, something that would change everything. but as you looked into his eyes, you also knew that no matter what was to come, you would face it together, wrapped in the warmth of your love, and it was stronger than any storm.

“i love you,” this time, it was your turn to say it. for a second, the fear of him leaving, discarding you like you meant nothing to him, like you were just another girl, became present. you weren't just another girl, you never were. “i love you, too.” it was enough, more than enough. how could you ever be just another girl? he alone wasn't strong enough against the cold, not without you.

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a/n: i hope this does well because this cliché took so long to write lol!! if it does, i'll do a follow-up, as there's a lot of unfinished business haha. only if it's what the readers want. thank you for reading!!!

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hi babes! from the picture game, could I maybe get something for image 3? thx ;)

Here is the second story for #3 from the picture game. I hope it’s okay!

Warnings: Pregnancy related stuff, getting hurt while pregnant,a little smut but nothing too explicit, swearing, fears of abandonment, mention of hospitals

One Month Pregnant

At this point you didn’t even know that there was a baby currently growing inside of you. You went about your day to day life as if nothing was any different. You were in your final year of college as a psychology major, you worked as an evening receptionist at the college front office, and you were madly in love with your boyfriend, Yoongi.

The two of you met in your chemistry class your first year of college when he took the seat next to you. You thought he was cute and the two of you would talk a little during class and then one day he shyly slid a note across the table to you, “Are you made of fluorine, iodine and neon? Because you are F-I-Ne.” You were a giggling mess while he blushed bright red and you were smitten ever since.

Two Months Pregnant

Missing one period wasn’t super unusual for you. It had happened in the past when you were really stressed and overwhelmed. Missing two periods though…that’s never happened. Still you held out hope that it was nothing but stress corrupting your body. Your classes were piling up work, you had picked up a few extra hours at your job, and you and Yoongi had been going through a rough patch.

He was just as stressed if not more than you thanks to his classes and working at a record label while also being the captain of the basketball team. You’re sure it was just stress and once you could get past this then your cycle would return to normal. But just to be safe you grabbed a pregnancy test from the pharmacy on your way home.

When the timer went off with shaking hands you picked up the test off the bathroom counter. “No no no…this can’t be happening.”, you whispered while looking at the screen that said positive in big bold letters. How did this even happen?

Then you remembered the night. Yoongi had missed the third date in a row. You were furious when he finally came home. You knew he was stretched thin and was trying his best but it still hurt that you seemed to always get the short end of the stick. You yelled and cried and pleaded. He yelled and cursed and then pushed his lips onto yours. His hands roamed your body leaving goosebumps as they went. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to shove him off of you and curse his name but you missed his touch so badly that you gave in. You needed him and it seemed like he needed you just as much. Finally getting the intimacy you both needed seemed to mend the relationship for the time being.

And now here you were pregnant with his baby. You didn’t know how he’d react. You knew he wanted kids but when he was much older and more established, he had made that clear in the past.

You heard the front door open and shut and Yoongi calling your name that he got pizza and to come eat dinner.

So you decided to wait. You wrapped up the test and shoved it to the bottom of the garbage can while making sure to dispose of any other evidence. You walked into the living room where Yoongi had already set out the pizza and was looking for a movie to put on.

“Here I got you this beer to try. I think you’ll like it.”, he said handing you the can. You panicked. “Oh uh thanks but I think I’ll stick to water today.”, you chuckled grabbing a glass from the kitchen. “You always have beer with your pizza?”, he questioned. “Yeah I just have a bit of a headache.”,a lie but not really because you could feel one coming on. Thankfully he didn’t question it any further just hitting play on the movie and putting a piece of pizza on the plate in front of you.

Three Months Pregnant

“Maybe we should get you to the doctors.”, Yoongi said rubbing your back as you were bent over the toilet bowl for the second time today. Last week you had blamed a sketchy piece of fish as the reason for your stomach problems. This week you weren’t sure what to say but you knew he was getting worried. You couldn’t tell him that it was morning sickness from the baby currently growing inside you.

“No I’m okay. I think just need to drink more water.”, you winced at the sound of your voice. He helped you get cleaned up and back into bed before settling in next to you and rubbing circles on your belly. It was moments like these that you fell even more in love with him.

“You have to tell him. Even if he does get mad he deserves to know.”, your best friend Jimin said while sitting next to you in the waiting room of your doctors office.

“I will. I promise I’ll tell him. Just not right now. The basketball season is starting soon and I don’t want to add more stress to him.”

“Maybe he’d want to be here instead of me. Did you ever think about that? Maybe he won’t be as upset as you think and will want to be here to support you. He loves you Y/N. I don’t think he’d just abandon you.”

You nodded, “I know. I…I just don’t want to risk that right now in case he does.”

Jimin gave your knee a squeeze, “You know you’ll always have me no matter what anyways.”’

You sat on your bed staring at the sonogram of your little gummy bear as you were calling them. They were so tiny and barely there but they were there. You’d heard the heartbeat, nice and strong. As scared as you were about this whole uncertain situation you knew you had to stay strong for them.

Four Months Pregnant

The morning sickness was finally subsiding and you were feeling better. No more trying to come up with lies for Yoongi. But then one morning after your shower you were smacked in the face with a sudden realization and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought about it before. As you stood in the mirror running your hand over your forming bump all the nausea returned. How were you going to hide your growing belly from Yoongi? He knew your body better than you did and he’d surely notice. Luckily the weather was getting cooler as the season changed to fall meaning you could hide underneath large sweaters and hoodies which should buy you another couple months you hoped. Besides, now that the basketball season was in full swing you knew you’d be seeing less and less of Yoongi anyways.

But tonight wasn’t one of those times. You were in your usual spot wearing his, thankfully much larger than you, jersey while cheering him on. The game was close but you knew he would lead them to victory. And when the final buzzer sounded he ran over to get his usual post game kiss. You were patiently waiting when he was stopped by a woman who gave him a hug to congratulate him. The rational and logical part of your brain knew that Yoongi would never cheat on you to begin with but especially not with Sera. She was like a little sister to him having grown up together thanks to their parents friendship plus she was engaged to some guy named Taehyung. But hormones were a bitch, especially pregnancy hormones and you couldn’t control the tears that started welling up in your eyes.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”, he gasped frantically running over to you.

“Nothing don’t worry about it.”

“You’re crying. Baby what happened?”, he asked again.

“I said nothing!”, you hissed before storming away leaving him standing there shocked and confused.

One of the great things about Yoongi is he would never chase after you as long as he knew you were safe. So when he saw you walk over to Jimin who gave him a nod meaning he’d get you home Yoongi sighed before heading to the locker room.

You were grateful when he got home a couple hours later and wrapped his arms around you pulling you flush against him in bed. It seemed like he had completely moved on from your little outburst earlier which you still felt bad about so you cuddled in closer and gently lulled yourself off to sleep to the sound of his breathing.

Five Months Pregnant

“Congratulations, you’re having a little girl.”, the doctor pointed towards the screen to show you your daughter. You were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. “Oh this kid is going to be a spoiled princess.”, Jimin joked from the seat next to you.

“I’ll print off a few photos for you. Go ahead and get cleaned up. I’ll be right back.”, the doctor said handing you a towel before leaving the room. Gently you wiped away the gel from your belly the best that you could.

“Are you gonna tell him now?”, Jimin asked immediately souring your mood.

“Yeah I will Jimin. I promise.”

“That’s what you said before but you still haven’t done it. Y/N, he needs to know. Plus I love you and I already love that little girl but I don’t have much room left in my tiny apartment to hide any more baby stuff.”, he chuckled.

“I know I know. Thank you again for letting me store it there. I’ll tell him soon. I’m not going to be able to hide this bump much longer any ways.”, you sighed as he helped you off of the table.

Tonight was supposed to be the night. You were finally going to tell Yoongi about the baby. In your bedroom closet sat a box and inside the box was a cute little onesie with a pink tutu attached. In glitter the front of it said ‘Daddy’s #1 fan’ and on the back it said ‘Min with Yoongi’s basketball number below it.’ You thought it was the cutest thing and thanked Jimin profusely for coming up with the idea and helping you put it together. You also added one of the sonograms to the box because there was no way he could be mad when he saw that or so you hoped.

Luck was not on your side though because instead of a quiet dinner at home you were sitting at some loud bar on campus trying your best to avoid any smoke or drunk idiots that were stumbling around. Yoongi had wanted to meet up with one of his good friends Namjoon and his girlfriend. You really didn’t want to be there but he seemed pretty set on it so you went knowing your surprise would have to wait a little.

“Congratulations, can’t wait to meet the little nugget.”, Yoongi smiled. You nodded along, “Yeah congrats.” Namjoon and his girlfriend had just told you they were expecting a baby. Your heart warmed at how excited Yoongi seemed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After goodbyes were said and you were back in the car with Yoongi’s hand securely wrapped around yours he began the drive back to your apartment.

“I’m happy for Namjoon. He seems really excited to be a father.”, you said to test the waters. Maybe you could still surprise Yoongi tonight.

“Yeah I’m happy for him but man I am so glad it’s not me in his shoes.”, he chuckled.

Ouch. That was not what you wanted to hear.

“Oh well I mean don’t you want kids?”, you pushed.

“Yeah absolutely one day. Maybe in like ten years or something but I 100% do not want them right now. That would be like the worst possible scenario, you know? I’d rather be the cool Uncle that fills them up with sugar and teaches them bad words and then drops them back off at their parents so they aren’t my problem any more.”, he laughed before looking over at you for a similar reaction.

You forced a giggle, “Yeah you’d be great at that.”

When you got home you took the box and shoved it as far back in the closet as you could before piling up a couple blankets and some clothes over top of it. That would have to wait until another time.

Six Months Pregnant

You cheered until your throat was sore. Yoongi’s team was playing their rivals. The score was too close for comfort but Yoongi was having the game of his life. He’d already broken the school record for most steals in a game and was just three points away from the record for most points scored in a season.

His teammate Jungkook passed him the ball but there was no clear shot. He passed it over to Hobi. Eight seconds left in the game. Hobi took the shot but it bounced off the rim rebounded by Yoongi. He dribbled back out to the three point line. Three seconds left on the clock. He took the shot and the ball swished into the net with ease getting him another record for the books just as the buzzer sounded. His team rushed him with congratulations. You were trying to get down the stairs to give him his post game kiss when some overly excited fans knocked into you sending you tumbling down a few steps. Yoongi sprinted over shoving the fans out of the way, “Y/N are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just embarrassed that’s all.”, you tried to smile and reassure him.

“How did they not see you? I fucking hate these people sometimes.”, he spat.

“It’s okay. It was an accident. Don’t let it ruin your celebration.”

He nodded and got his kiss, “Hey the whole team is gonna go out to get food and then probably head over to Jins for a party. Want to come?”

It did sound fun but you had other plans, “No go have fun. I’m pretty tired and just want to get some sleep.”

He looked dejected at your response, “Are you sure? We can just grab some takeout and head home together if you want?”

Quickly you shook your head, “No no go have fun with your friends. I’ll be fine I promise.”

He was hesitant but after checking with you again he gave you a kiss and sprinted back towards the locker rooms. You walked outside and pulled out your phone quickly dialing a number.

“Hey Jimin, can you take me to the hospital please?”, you whispered once they answered.

Jimin was there in a flash and took you to the emergency room where you were quickly hooked up to monitors after explaining to them about your tumble at the game. Thankfully everything checked out and other than a little soreness in your lower back you and baby girl were healthy and doing fine. Jimin had a lot he wanted to say about why he was at the hospital and not Yoongi but after the fright you just had he decided to let you get by this time.

Seven Months Pregnant

It was becoming increasingly harder to hide your growing bump from Yoongi. Especially because he was starting to become frustrated sexually. The first few times he tried to initiate anything you’d lie and just say you didn’t want to even if it was all you were thinking about too. It was either your period or you were tired or had a migraine. He would never ever consider forcing you so he’d always drop it at that. You knew it wouldn’t work forever though so then you started offering to take care of him but you’d still always refuse when he tried to return the favor. Again being the gentleman that he was he never forced you but he was starting to get concerned maybe even a little hurt that you always rejected him.

You had a feeling that tonight was going to be the final straw for him though. He’d been very touchy since he got home, leaving soft kisses on your neck, brushing past you in the kitchen you so you could feel how badly he wanted you. You wanted him too but you knew if you removed the extra large sweatshirt you were wearing he’d definitely notice how much your belly had grown and question it.

You were down on your knees with him leaning back on the bed grabbing onto a fistful of your hair. You were working extra hard hoping you could get him to finish before he could even suggest doing anything else. But Yoongi had incredible control over his orgasms. Something you once loved and praised him for but was now the cause of your misfortune.

He gently tugged on your hair getting you to let go of him with a loud pop. “Y/N, you gotta stop.”, he chuckled, “I want too…no I NEED to be inside you. It’s been way too long.”

Fuck. What do you say? You used the period excuse last week so he won’t believe that. If you fake another headache he’s gonna end up forcing you to go to the hospital. You thought about giving in and keeping the sweatshirt on but Yoongi was a boob guy so you knew that wouldn’t last long. You could tell him you were insecure about gaining a little weight (not a complete lie) and don’t want him to see you but you knew that would only motivate him more so he could prove to you how much he loved you and your body.

“Y/N?”, he questioned due to your lack of response.

“I…I uh…I… I need some water.”, you squeaked before getting up as quickly as you could these days and heading towards the kitchen.

You were chugging a glass of water when Yoongi walked in with his sweats hanging low on his hips and a t-shirt in his hands.

“Y/N, I want you to be be honest with me. Are you…are you not attracted to me any more?”, he whispered.

Your eyes widened, “Of course I’m still attracted to you Yoongi. That has nothing to do with it.”

“Okay so then you’re cheating on me? If you found someone else just tell me. You don’t have to go behind my back.”

You saw red and this time it wasn’t just the pregnancy hormones. How did he have the nerve to accuse you of cheating? He was the one with women on campus constantly throwing themselves at him even with you standing right there. He was the one who had away games in other states while you were back home not knowing what he was up to. He was the one going to parties without you the last few months. He was the one that was always coming home late because he had practice or was at the studio which you never questioned even though he could’ve been with anyone doing anything. You trusted him. You’ve been torturing yourself keeping a major secret from him trying to protect him and here he is accusing you of cheating.

“You think I’m cheating on you?”, you scoffed.

“Well you’ve been getting more and more distant. You flinch anytime I touch you and we haven’t fully had sex in months. What am I supposed to think?”

“You’re supposed to think that maybe I’m going through something. Maybe I just need your love and support and you should be there for me. Not accuse me of cheating on you.”

“Y/N wait.”, he tried to stop you but you were already down the hall on your way to the bedroom. You dug through the closet until you grabbed the box you’d been hiding and stormed back into the kitchen shoving it into his chest not caring that the contents inside were probably shaken up and no longer perfectly in place.

You didn’t say anything. You just turned and walked back to the bedroom to wait. You waited hoping that Yoongi would come find you. Even if he was angry and yelling you didn’t care. You just didn’t want him to leave. And then you heard the front door open and slam shut. The sound causing you to break down into tears.

After a while with no word from him you brushed yourself off and went to the kitchen. You knew you had to eat something to keep up your energy and get some nutrients for baby girl plus there was a small part of you that thought maybe Yoongi hadn’t even opened the box. Maybe he left because he was angry over what happened earlier and there was still hope. But in the kitchen you found the box torn open. The sparkly pink tissue paper tossed around and the onesie just hung over the chair. The sonogram laying face down on the floor. You felt devastated so you grabbed some water and made a quick snack before retreating to your room.

When you woke up the next morning Yoongi was sitting at the table, he was staring at the sonogram between his fingers. At least he came back home you thought.

“I’m sorry I left. I just needed some time.”, he said when he noticed you.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you came back.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t?”, he asked offended.

“Well I don’t know what to think to be honest.”

He sighed with an eye roll, “Well I’m so glad that my girlfriend and the mother of my child thinks so highly of me. Is that why you didn’t tell me until now?”

“Yoongi, you barely have time for me. You’re so stressed all the time. I was scared to add more to it. You made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want kids after we found out about Namjoon. I was scared that if I told you then you’d leave and I couldn’t handle that at the time. I thought I was doing the right thing. I’m sorry okay.”

Yoongi looked at you with such disdain it made you cower. You had never seen such a glare from him.

“Where are you going?”, you said charging after him when you realized he was already half way to the bedroom. You found him in the closet stuffing some clothes into a bag.

You began sobbing, “Please don’t leave. Please Yoongi. This is exactly what I was afraid of.”

“Y/N, I’m not leaving you or this baby but I think I need some space.”

“Wh-What do you mean space? Like you’re breaking up with me?”

He shook his head, “Y/N, you hid something major from me for like seven months. I missed doctors appointments. I wasn’t able to be there the first time you heard her little heartbeat. You fell down the bleachers at my game and didn’t even tell me then. What if something happened to you or her and I wasn’t there? You took all of that from me all because you didn’t trust me enough to know that I would be there for you no matter what and that hurts a lot too.”

By this point you were inconsolable, sitting on the floor. Yoongi walked over and crouched down in front of you. Gently he used his finger to tilt your head up to look at him, “Y/N I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving this baby. I think we just need a little time apart and then we can sit down and talk about this when we’re not so upset. I don’t want to say or do anything that I will regret.”

You sniffled, “I’m sorry Yoongi.”

“It’s okay. I know you are. I’m gonna stay at the studio for a few days. Call me if you need anything.”, he whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t stand to watch him leave so you kept your eyes on the floor until you heard the front door lock shut and your tears started in full force again.

Eight Months Pregnant

It was easier than you thought it would be without Yoongi. It probably helped that he texted you throughout the day to check on you. He had food delivered every time you said you were too tired to cook, even including a delivery of chocolate ice cream when you said you were craving it.

Tonight though, his team had a basketball game. It was the first home game you weren’t sitting on the bleachers for since the two of you started dating. You thought about going but a big part of you figured he wouldn’t want you there right now since he wanted space. So instead you were sitting on Jimins couch with a package of chocolate chip cookies while you both watched the game on tv. Jimin had made sure to tell you he told you so about the whole situation but every time you almost started to cry he reminded you that you weren’t alone and he repeated what Yoongi had told you about not leaving.

The camera panned to Yoongi as he was getting ready to shoot a free throw. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and maybe even a little thinner than the last time you saw him. Luckily the team they were playing sucked and his team was still winning because he was not playing up to his usual abilities as the ball didn’t even hit the rim. You felt terrible as if it was your fault.

After the game was over and they managed to squeak by with a win the camera caught Yoongi looking around the arena. You started to cry when you realized he was searching for you to get his post game kiss. He had expected you to be there and you weren’t. You cried because you had let him down again. Jimin drove you home as you sobbed the whole way there.

When you finally got in bed you saw that Yoongi had texted you,

“Are you and the baby okay? You missed the game.”

“Yeah sorry about that. I didn’t think you’d want me there so I watched it at Jimin’s instead.”

“Oh okay. I just wanted to make sure.”

You decided to leave the conversation at that and it seemed that he was content with doing the same because you didn’t hear from him again until the next evening.

Tossing your shoes aside you sighed happy to be home. You had picked up a few extra hours here and there to give yourself some more money before you went on maternity leave.

Your heightened sense of smell easily picked up the heavenly aroma of kimchi fried rice, an absolute favorite of yours and you smiled because the person that made it the best in your opinion was your boyfriend.

Sure enough there was a huge pot sitting on the stove still steaming but there was no Yoongi to be found. You started walking around the apartment and you saw his shoes, phone, and jacket so you knew he had to be there.

Checking each room you finally made it to the bedroom where you found him. Your heart shattered at the sight. He was sitting on the bed clutching some of the newborn outfits that Jimin had dropped off. You saw his shoulders shaking up and down as he cried into the fabric.

“Yoongi.”, you said after knocking so you wouldn’t startle him too much. Quickly he wiped his eyes and sniffled, “Sorry, I didn’t think you were gonna be home so soon.”

You knew the best thing to do with him was to allow himself to work through things on his own before he opened up and talked to you. So that’s what you did. You sat there and rubbed his back as he continued to break down and cry next to you.

“I’m scared Y/N. What if I’m not a good dad? I can’t even be a good boyfriend.”, he hiccuped.

“Oh Yoongi, you’re going to be a great dad. The fact that you’re even worried about it shows that.”

“I don’t know how to take care of a baby. I don’t have any money saved up. I work constantly. I’m trying to get through school.”

“Hey we’re going to get through it together. We’ll figure it out as we go but I know this baby will be loved and supported no matter what. That’s what is important.“, you whispered hoping to comfort him even a tiny bit.

He started to relax a little under your touch leaning his head onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I left. I was just worried that I would say something I didn’t mean…like when I accused you of cheating on me. I’m sorry.”, he said finally looking at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I thought I was making the best choice but I know now that it wasn’t.”, you also apologized.

He gave you a tiny nod which you knew meant he accepted it and was ready to move on.

“Yoongi give me your hand.”, you suddenly gasped making him jump.

“What?! Are you having the baby?”

“No no just give me your hand.”

He did and you took it placing his hand on your right side. You’re pretty sure your little girl was trying to break her way out of you right then and there.

“Do you feel her?”, you asked smiling at him.

His eyes were the widest you’d ever seen them.

“That’s her moving?”, he questioned still in awe.

“Ooohhh there she goes again. I think she likes hearing your voice.”

Yoongi pressed his hand a little firmer against you.

“Wow, she’s really in there.”, he chuckled with you following behind.

Yoongi kneeled down in front of you placing little kisses on your belly. Your little girl kicking away.

“Hey little one. I admit I feel kind of silly doing this right now but it feels right. I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much. I needed to get myself together so I could be the best daddy I could for you. I can’t wait for you to get here. I’m probably going to make a lot of mistakes and do things you don’t like but I promise I’m only trying to protect you and help you grow up so that one day you can be just as amazing as your mom. Now go ahead and settle down so she can eat and then get some rest. I’ll talk to you later.”

You bit your lip trying not to cry. Your daughter was already a great listener because she quickly subsided her movements giving you a little break. You ate and took a nice long shower before crawling in bed with Yoongi wrapping his arms around bringing a sense of comfort and safety that you’d missed for so long.

Nine Months Pregnant

“Alright Jimin, jump in.”, Yoongi said stepping back to give him some room. You held your breath as you watched your best friend gingerly climb into the crib to test it out. It was a suggestion by Yoongi claiming he wanted to make sure he had put it together properly but you think he just wanted an excuse to make Jimin climb in there and get some funny photos.

“Okay now hold these.”, Yoongi snorted handing over a rattle and a baby blanket. You tried to stifle a laugh when Jimin aggressively snatched the items out of Yoongi’s hands but still posed for the photo anyways.

You were sitting in the rocking chair busy going through the boxes of things putting them away and getting organized.

“Does a baby really need this many clothes?”, Yoongi asked when he finally got a good look at everything.

“Yes!”, you and Jimin exclaimed simultaneously.

“Really? So a newborn needs 35 different bows in various colors and patterns?”, he said holding them all up.

“Yes!”, you both exclaimed again completely serious. Yoongi accepted defeat with a laugh and started placing things wherever you pointed to instead.

“Heart beat sounds great. Everything looks good.”, the doctor said rolling the wand over your stomach a few more times to make sure. Yoongi stared at the screen in amazement. Since he found out, he had come to every doctors appointment even skipping practice once much to the anger of his coach.

“Now Y/N your due date is next Thursday. She could decide to come earlier. She could come later. It’s really up to her. But if you start having contractions or especially if your water breaks you should get to the hospital.”

You nodded and asked a few more questions before bidding goodbye and cleaning up. You noticed Yoongi had been unusually quiet. Normally he was asking all kind of questions, even the ones you were too embarrassed to ask. It was honestly adorable how involved he wanted to be.

“Hey you good?”, you asked as you walked back to the car.

“Yeah I uh. I guess I never thought to ask about your due date. And uh she said you were due next Thursday which is the same day as the championship game.”

“Oh…well like she said she could come early or late. We’ll see… and even if she does come on Thursday you should go to the game.”

Frantically he shook his head, “Absolutely not. I’m not missing the birth of our daughter for a basketball game.”

“Yeah but Yoongi it’s not just any game. It’s the championship and your last time playing in it before you graduate.”

“I don’t care if it’s the NBA finals. I’m not going.”

Secretly and maybe a little selfishly you were happy to hear him say that.

“Let’s not worry about it right now. We’ll take it day by day.”, you replied instead.

He nodded before giving your hand a kiss.

“Min Yoongi has the ball, he passes to Kim Mingyu, he shoots he scores!!!! We’re only down by one point. Can they pull out the win? Time out called.”, the announcer said as everyone in the arena was on edge. You were sure it was just excitement mixed with stress and the tacos you had for lunch but you were definitely starting to get uncomfortable. A small part of you thought that maybe you should start heading towards the hospital but there was only twenty seconds left in the game and you were determined to stick it out.

The teams entered back onto the court. Yoongi scanned the crowd for you. You gave him a thumbs up ignoring the stabbing pain in your side.

“The ball is inbounded. Bang Chan has it. Sixteen seconds on the clock. He’s passes to Hwang Hyunjin. Ohhhhh Nooooooo! Stolen by Min Yoongi. He’s dribbling up the court. Defenders are surrounding him. Eight seconds left, five seconds. He pushes his way through. The shot is up AND it’s good!!!! Min Yoongi has just scored the winning basket!!!!!”, the announcer and crowd went crazy. You ignored your pain long enough to clap before doubling over.

“Jimin we need to go to the hospital.”, you hissed grabbing onto his arm.

“Oh. My. God. Okay. What was the plan? Did we have a plan? Why didn’t we make a plan?”, he panicked while bouncing up and down.

“I’m going to start heading towards the car. You go get Yoongi and tell him we need to go.”, you groaned through a contraction, also regretting not making a better plan beforehand. Slowly and steadily you made your way to the car hoping Jimin could accomplish his task.

“Hey congratulations Yoongi!”, Jimin exclaimed when he finally got to the court.

“Thanks man! Here take a photo of me with my medal.”, Yoongi said handing over his phone.

“Of course!”, Jimin gleamed snapping the photo. He checked it over, “Oh wait your eyes were closed. Let’s get another.”, which he quickly snapped.

“Where did Y/N go?”, Yoongi finally asked.

Jimin jumped in panic, “Oh that’s right. She’s in labor.”

“What?! You just left her alone?! Where is she?!”

“Walking to the ca…”, Jimin tried to say but Yoongi was already sprinting at full speed in that direction.

“She’s so perfect. I lover her so much.”, you smiled while staring down at your sleeping daughter wearing her daddy’s #1 fan outfit that Yoongi insists she wears most of the time.

“Me too. She’s growing up so fast. I can’t believe she’s already a month old.”, he whispered turning off the light.

“Yeah and I can’t believe you made us hang up that picture in her nursery.”, you chuckled pointing at the wall where a photo hung of Yoongi proudly showing off his championship medal. It stuck out compared to the pictures of puppies and kittens that surrounded it.

He shrugged, “One day she is going call me lame and then come in here to get away but then she will see that photo and be reminded of how cool her dad was in college and then she’ll come find me and apologize and then we’ll go get ice cream together and everything will be okay.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but gave him a kiss, “Yeah I really don’t think that is how it’s gonna work but it’s cute that you think way.”

[melancholy-of-nadia]

love u lately (m) | myg/pjm/knj | masterlist

series: love u lately pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; college/university au, frat! bts; best friends to lovers, smut, angst summary: In the midst of your college journey, life takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself moving into a "frat" house with your childhood best friends Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. The college experience you envisioned seems promising, but as Namjoon and Jimin get caught up in flings, their focus shifts away from you, Yoongi, and everyone else in the house. The strong bond you once shared starts to feel strained, leaving you to question your feelings and changing dynamics. Though, the haze of a single night at a party sets off a chain reaction of emotions that leaves you grappling with a question you never thought you'd ask—could you be in love with all three of them? warnings: stated in each chapter. minors dni!! mood: love u lately by LAICA - this is actually a song that plays in chapter 1 while reader is partying mlist created 2023/09/28 edited on 2024/09/13 status: complete 

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➵ #1 - lavender haze smut ; 8.3k ➵ #2 - right here smut ; 6.8k ➵ #3 - pears angst ; 7.3k  ➵ #4 - sour candy smut , angst ; 12.4k ➵ #5 - home girl smut , angst ; 10.5k ➵ #6 - introspection smut , fluff , angst ; 9.6k ➵ #7 - people (pt. 2) angst , smut ; fluff ; 12.6k ➵ #8 - split fluff, smut ; angst ; 14.8k ➵ #9 - pour up angst , smut ; 14.3k ➵ #10 - honey light angst , fluff ; 7.8k ➵ #11 - love u lately heavy smut, heavy fluff ; 8.1K ➵ #12 - shift (outro) fluff, light smut ; 7.5k ——————————————————————————— ➵ #0 - la la lost you (prelude) fluff, smut, angst ; 21.5k - [FALL 2024]

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does anyone know this au? it’s a jungkook one and i think he’s like a doctor or a nurse and oc is his coworker. they’re always bickering and arguing and jk is ALWAYS texting the members everyday complaining about oc on his lunch break but the members were like oh no she’s the sweetest and they let her take jk’s parking spot, they time it too. I think there was like a part where she took a bite of his lunch and just left. and idk if it helps they were talking about another nurse that divorced her husband and later tried to get with jk and he was like nope.

edit: nvm found it teehee. literally had to search up and down for it omg

[taegihoees]

Nonsense

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (f) Summary: The cute barista at your local cafe has been occupying your mind for a while so you finally decide to make a move Genre : angst, fluff, smut Warnings: Age gap between reader and Yoongi (reader is in her early 20s while Yoongi is around 27-28) virgin reader, Switch reader, Dom Yoongi chocking, rough sex, over thinking, spitting, hair pulling, Yoongi being adorable

"Come on Y/N do we really have to go to that cafe? Their coffee isn't even that good" Jia exclaims as you make your way to the cafe near your campus. You've been going there almost every day that you have class, sure Jia's right, the coffee isn't the best but the atmosphere makes up for it. But the real reason you became such a loyal customer is because of the cute barista, Yoongi, that's there every Monday, Tuesday and Friday. I try my best to go on the days he's there just to get a glimpse of him working while I try my hardest to stay on task. I can't tell whether it's his beautiful blonde hair that is always hidden behind a beanie or his deep raspy voice that attracted me to him, but there's an aura about him that's sexy.

 “Well Jia, I for one enjoy their drinks very much” you say walking into the shop automatically getting hit with the smell of fresh brewed coffee. Your eyes immediately dart to Yoongi, who seems to have changed his hair from a bright blonde color to solid black making his pale skin pop out more and somehow making him look even sexier. Most of the customers are girls around your age, some sharing the same classes as you. Just last week a couple of girls in your physics class were mentioning how they’d do anything to suck the life out of him, you can’t completely blame them, the thought of him causing warmth to spread throughout your body. Often you daydream about his plump luscious lips lightly sucking your skin claming you as his until you moa-

“Good afternoon, what can I g- oh hey the regular?” Yoongi smiles as you approach the counter, maybe you do come her too often.

*Will hopefully be posted by the end of June or the beginning of July

[itssunshinetoday]

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Classes have finally stopped for lunch break. I wasn't ready for this level of difficulty when I decided to enroll here but the universe once again likes to prove me wrong. My head is spinning and my throat is dry like a dessert from doing vocal exercises since morning and it's currently 13:00 for crying out loud. They didn't joke when they said it would be strict but a little heads up in the curriculum would be nice for us newcomers.

I feel like if I don't voice out everything that's in my head right now it might be the cause of a stroke. So I seize the opportunity to voice my complaints to Jungkook instead of making small talk on our way to the cafeteria where we would meet up with the other boys. Honestly bonding through pain-sharing is way more effective than simply finding wether we like the same food or have the same taste in music and clothes.

"Ahh, I feel like my vocal cords are begging me to stop talking for the next three weeks. If this is the first day of classes I dread to see what's coming up. I might not make it till the end of the first month!"

He snorts and pats my back in what seems like consolation. "Have you never had vocal exercises before? Your throat hurting might indicate that you're doing it wrong you know." Yeah, consolation my ass. I sneek a glare at him but he only raises his hands in defense. "No offense Y/N, it's only natural if you've never done it before."

I can only sigh and hang my head in embarrassment because I can't deny the fact that I've never had vocal training before. "Well you know.. I've been singing even before I could speak properly but, yeah, I have never taken any classes on how to do it right as a professional, I guess."

"There isn't a right or wrong way to sing really, there's only good and bad technique. It's not that you've been singing the wrong way, it's just that you've been hurting your vocal cords while doing it."

My eyebrows furrow at his response as I'm trying to process his words. I know he's trying to make me feel better but frankly I don't see the difference. "Uh, isn't that practically the same thing? I don't really see your silver lining Jungkook."

The boy shakes his head and prompts me by the arm as we near our destination. "Trust me, you'll see the difference soon."

"You sound experienced. Have you taken classes like these before?"

"Hmm, judging by your question I can say for sure that Jimin hyung hasn't told you anything about anyone, huh." He clicks his tongue in disapproval that I know absolutely nothing about him even though we share the same best friend. "Well fyi, I've had a vocal teacher since elementary school and I attended a few extra curriculum dance classes."

I yeald in my tracks, my mouth gaping as I look at him dumbfounded. I kinda figured that he'd be as clueless as I am but my guess was off by a million. He might be a pro already whereas I'm standing here like a baby chick trying to take my first steps after cracking my way out of my egg. "Right. Well then, for making me feel like a total noob you'll have to make up for the rest of the year by coaching me on the side."

His eyes widen as he comes to a sudden halt after hearing my proclamation. "Wha- excuse you! What makes you think I'll have that kind of free time?"

"Well, for starters you don't seem to be needing the studying on any of the introductory material seeing as you've already done your thorough review on the subject. Plus you get to hang out with me, ain't that a great deal or what?"

"Uh-" He blinks a few times but doesn't deny that last part as a faint smile creeps its way on his lips. He tries to hide it by rubbing his nose but it's still there, making my belief that he wants to spend time with me stronger. It's a win win situation when we both get to create a beautiful friendship through it all and also hone our skills to perfection. "Uhm, well, if you put it that way I-"

"Now that's settled come on, I'm starving and I need fuel for the rest of the day. The coffee you brought me only got me so far." I cut him off by dragging him towards the entrance of the cafeteria, secretly snickering as I get to have my way before he could voice out his full opinion on the matter. It sounded like he would accept either way.

Upon entering the cafeteria, I look around and spot Seokjin and Namjoon already sitting at a table and indulging in their food. "Oh there they are. Let's go." He nods in agreement and we take our lunches before making our way to join them.

"Why is it only Seokjin and Namjoon? Aren't the others coming?" I turn to Jungkook carefully so as to not bump anywhere and become the laughing stock of the whole semester.

"Oh, they're probably running a little late due to their classes. Don't worry Jimin will definitely come. He'd never leave you alone with all six of us." The snicker that is heard from him makes me look at him questionably.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

"Huh?"

He doesn't say anything further. I shrug not giving anymore attention to what he was trying to convey through his words. But what he said was true though. Jimin will definitely be here. He's going to want to know everything about my first few hours here. The thought of him bombarding me with questions makes me chuckle to myself, earning me also a weird look by Jungkook. "It's nothing", I respond to have him nod.

Upon approaching the table Seokjin spots us and waves at us to which I respond with another wave back at him. When we get there, he pats the seat next to him making all my newfound confidence flee like a bird in the sky after a gunshot. And so my poor soul leaves my body once more today, this time to drown into my burger.

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Jin's POV

Lunchtime has never been an exciting period of time for me. Excluding a few hook ups here and there, usually I prefer hanging out with the boys and enjoy both my food and their chaotic company. Today though is a whole different story. I feel restless as I stare down at the fries which must be turning cold now.

Jimin said Y/N would be eating with us from now on, a fact that makes my mind wander. I don't know why but I was really drawn to her this morning. Probably because I've heard so much about her. Jimin has always bragged about him being the closest person to her on earth, all while recounting how kind, funny, smart and beautiful she is. So now that I've actually seen her with my own two eyes I can understand the hype. The girl is flat out gorgeous.

With pale skin clear as glass, rosy cheeks that flare up as she got embarrassed and dirty blonde curls that turn golden in the sunlight. But the highlight are those majestic green eyes of hers that resemble two expertly cut emeralds. Jimin had mentioned her mother being a foreigner but the photos of her I've seen do her no justice.

It's no wonder Jimin has tried his best to keep her to himself even if he claims it's all platonic. I'd never in a million years believe that he hasn't thought of kissing her at least once a day throughout their daily and constant contact.

Jimin's overprotective nature towards Y/N is the biggest hint. Besides I'm guessing Jungkookie might have already had to drive other males away from her as Jimin had been constantly instructing him to do. Yet everyone seems to forget that Kook is not as innocent as he likes to showcase, far from it actually. I know for a fact that the gears in his brain can turn in a naughty way.

Y/N on the other hand.. She looks like the embodiment of innocence. And even though she makes all the other girls look like potato sacks, she exudes a girlie charm that's hard to find. She simply has this aura around her. The essence of mystery behind her every gesture along with the way the morning light cascaded around her made her look like a Renaissance painting come to life.

It only took a few minutes for me to be smitten by her and I'm sure I'm not the only one basking in that feeling. I noticed during our first meeting how the boys eyed her up. They will definitely go after her but as of now Jungkook is the one with the field advantage. Being the eldest though, I'm the one with the advanced experience to my disposal.

"Hyung, what are you pondering so hard about? I think I can smell smoke coming from your brain."

I give Namjoon an unimpressed look as he munches on some fries and eyes me with a brow raised in question. "Joon, you should cut down on the time you hang out with Yoongi. He's rubbing off on you in a bad way."

"I beg to differ! You should have seen your face, I feared you were having a stroke."

"Either way, you shouldn't let his disrespectful ass influence you. You used to be a good kid."

Joon takes a sip of his coke and looks at me weirdly. "Still am hyung. But I know what you're trying to do here and I'm not falling for it. Now spill, what has your panties in a twist, hm?"

I sigh and curse under my breath at how observant this boy is. Sometimes his big brain can be a pain. "It's nothing Joon. I'm just trying to decide on something."

"Hmm, is it some kind of dilemma that's rendering your mind incapable of making a decision?" I sigh again and nod as he couldn't have been more spot on with his explanation. "Well then tell me hyung. I might be able to help, you know."

I can't avoid talking to him about it so I might as well cease this opportunity to take him out of the competition. Sorry Joonie, I love you but the game's the game. And I plan on winning. "Well.. Do you think Jimin will mind if I try to court Y/N?"

He suddenly stops his every movement and peers at me dumbfounded. "You wanna court Y/N? Why? Do you like her?" I was right. Judging by his wide eyed reaction he has definitely been thinking about making a move on her.

"Well, I don't really know her to be able to say that I like her wholeheartedly but from what I've heard from Jimin and the great impression our first meeting made on me, I'd say I wanna give it a go. What do you think?"

Strike number one. Knowingly I put the pressure on him by having to give me advice on the matter. Judging by the goodness of his character he'd never discourage me so as to swoop in later. That's just how soft hearted he is.

"Uhh, I'm not sure what to tell you hyung. I mean I totally get what you're saying but you've seen how protective Jiminie is about her and.." He looks away as if he's struggling with his words.

"And..?" I edge him on to complete his sentence even though I know exactly what he's insinuating.

"You know hyung.. No offense but it's not exactly that you've had a good record of being faithful to your romantic relationships up until now. So I'm just thinking that, judging from that perspective, you'd be the last among the six of us that Jimin would entrust Y/N to."

I hate to admit it but he does have a point and a valid one, if not anything. That's practically the only valid obstacle between me and a possible relationship with Y/N. Nevertheless, I can turn the current situation around and have Joon support me at least.

"I get where you're coming from and thank you for being honest. But Joon, you know I'd never do anything of the sort to Y/N. She's way too precious to Jiminie and I wouldn't in a million years jeopardize our friendship. Hurting Y/N would not only hurt him and place him in the middle of everything but it would also affect the rest of our group." I pause and make sure to look him in the eye. "So if I go for her it'll be the real deal. I'm talking about a proper relationship, full strings attached and whatnot."

Strike number two. Making sure my involvement with Y/N won't become any sort of breach in our friendship is all I need to have Namjoon convinced of my determination.

That being said, it's not that I don't believe in what I told him just now. It goes without saying that I'll have to be extra careful when I'll be going out with Y/N so as to avoid any sort of conflict. I love all the boys dearly so wrecking havoc is out of the question here. Yet the strings attached part is something that I'm not really confident about. I'll try for sure but I'm afraid I won't be successful. One thing's for sure though. If that happens nobody can ever find out.

I watch as Namjoon visibly sighs, probably giving up on his plans and I'm quite proud of myself for being able to outwit the smartest person I know.

"What can I say hyung? If you're being legit about what you said then go for it. Just make sure to do a raincheck with Jimin first. Tell him exactly what you've told me and be sincere. He will no doubt threaten to kill you if you try anything funny but I'm sure in the end he'll give you the green light. I'll also back you up if you need any recommendations."

I try to hide my grin as celebratory music starts playing in my head at this small but essential victory. "Thanks Joonie, talking to you always helps make the right choice." Jokes aside, that's actually true. Namjoon has some of the best advice no matter the issue at hand.

I pat his back in appreciation to which he simply replies with a nod and a strained smile. Later on I'll have to make it up to him somehow for cornering him like I did today.

We silently decided to turn our attention to our lunches but for me it didn't take long as I look up and spot Y/N along with Jungkook approaching our table and so I don't miss the chance to wave at her. Thank goodness the others aren't here yet cause she wouldn't be able to sit next to me not to mention she wouldn't be able to breathe from all the questions addressed to her.

Watching her move around, I kinda get the urge to smell her scent. Her perfume was sweet and flowery, from the little I could whiff during our first meeting this morning. I can't stress this point too much but she's the definition of a great catch and I'll be really lucky if she doesn't have a boyfriend already. That's why I wanna take my chances from the get go. I'll have to play my cards in the open more or less and try to woo her if I want to have any good chances though.

"Hey little ones." I greet them both but immediately turn my attention to her. "Oh Y/N, why don't you sit next to me so we can get to know each other better?" I pat the seat next to me and I can visibly tell she gets a little flustered by my suggestion.

"Hyung! Don't call us that, it's cringe." Jungkook whines while making a funny face to which I choose to respond with a glare before focusing my attention to the beautiful girl who's now trying not to laugh at Jungkook's shenanigans. At least she seems a little relaxed now seeing as I nod at her again to take the seat beside me to which she eventually doesn't decline

"Ahem, sure, I can't say no to that." She gracefully manoeuvres around the table and places her tray next to mine before sitting down. I like how cool she tries to seem. Most girls would have become a blushing mess by simply being in line of my sight. Yet Y/N, though looking a bit nervous, she's doing her best to stay collected. And it's another thing that impresses me about her, it shows her willpower.

"Hey guys!" Namjoon greets them both joyfully though I suspect his wide smile os caused by the arrival of a beautiful girl such as Y/N to our sitting area. "Oh Y/N, Jimin mentioned you'll be eating with us from now on and lete tell you that I couldn't be more glad. Honestly this table needed a major rearranging."

"Back at you Namjoon! I'm blessed to get to sit with you guys, otherwise I'd probably be eating alone and talking to the chairs." She makes a funny face, making both Namjoon and I snicker though I don't let their conversation drag on for any longer. It's time to smooth myself in.

"So Y/N how were your first few classes?"

"Oh well, they were really interesting but, uh, I guess I need a bit more time to adjust to the environment here. Also professor Lee.. sigh.. He's inhuman I swear. My throat hurts just thinking about him. And Jimin didn't even warn me about that belligerent man." She pauses to let out a dramatic sigh. "Correction, he didn't warn me about anything, he just left me to fend for myself."

The cute way she chooses to pick up a fry and munch on it brings a smile not only to my face but to the others' as well. She truly is a unique character. Jimin did tell us she tends to complain about the simplest of things, but it just adds up to her seemingly sweet demeanor. 'It's quite refreshing to be honest' is what Jimin had told us about her whiny yet adorable nature, and I now can see what he meant.

"Hmm, I'd have to second Jimin on that Y/N. You can't expect him to tell you everything. That would ruin all the fun in finding out on your own. Trust me we've all been through exactly the same." I pat the shoulder gently making her head tilt towards my direction in search of emotional support. "Plus you're not fending for yourself you know. If you need help you can just ask. Namjoon, Yoongi and I majored in music too during our first years so whatever you need help with feel free to ask us anytime."

"Really? Ah, that is so reassuring to hear honestly. It kinda makes me feel better to know I won't be left alone in a wolf's den." She turns away from me for a second and extends her arm towards Kook before placing it on his shoulder. "I've already persuaded Jungkook to be my tutor but if he fails, which seems likely, I'll probably be an inconvenience to one of you guys, so sorry in advance."

"Hey! What do you mean 'which seems likely'? I'll have you know I'm a great teacher Y/N and you actually have the honor of becoming my protege. Be a little more excited about it at least!" Kook crosses his arms over his chest as a pout forms on his lips making Y/N coo at him. "Yes teacher Jeon, I humbly apologize for my insolence."

The maknae cutely huffs at her and she responds with a deep bow to him. Also, I'm pretty sure it wasn't that much of a struggle to persuade him to spend more time with Y/N, he's just trying to win every bit of her attention in his own way which proves to be successful. Then Y/N earns a pat on her head by him and they both giggle at each other, making it quite obvious that they have become closer than I thought in only a few hours. Now I really have to get back on track.

"Ahem." I clear my throat so she can look my way once again. "I'm sure you'd never be an inconvenience Y/N, at least not to me or Joon. I can't promise anything about Yoongi though. But if you ask him and he's mean about it make sure to tell me. I'll discipline the rudeness out of him."

"Alright then, I'll make a note of that." She chuckles and gracefully pushes a stray curl out of her face. "And maybe you should make a guide or something. Like '100 and 1 ways to discipline your Yoongi' or 'How to tame your wild Yoongi in 10 steps'. I'm pretty sure I'd become a best seller."

"Haha, hyung she's so right! In fact that would solve all your financial problems in the future!"

Y/N points at Namjoon in agreement while Jungkook reaches behind her shoulder to poke mine. "Hyung, please buy me a lot of food with all that money!"

I roll my eyes at the youngest. As if I had another choice. "Don't I already do that though?"

Jungkook pouts and shrugs as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about before turning to whisper something at Y/N's ear. She leans in towards him and giggles at whatever he told her, her hand reaching up to hit his shoulder playfully. Damn, Kook ain't playing here.

"Seokjin I must say I admire your generosity. Trying to feed this bunny must be such a pain in your pocket."

"Oh you have no idea what I've been through but a hyung is a hyung, I can't avoid it. And please do call me Jin. I prefer it, since only my parents and professors call me Seokjin. It's way too formal between two good friends."

When I say that and wink at her a faint tint of red paints her cheeks. I think she might a little shier around me cause she's not as talkative as Jimin said. He has made it very clear that sometimes she would go on for hours without stopping much like him.

"Right. Okay then, my good friend Jin". Her tone is soft and airy as she calls out my name. It sounds so good coming out of her pretty mouth. I bet it would sound even better if we were tangled up in my bed.

I shake my head whisking away any intrusive thoughts of that nature or I might as well doom myself from the very beginning. I shouldn't show this side of me this early on not knowing whether it would scare her away or entice her. And even though she looks too irresistible to not have my mind spiraling down that hole I'm guessing she doesn't have that much experience in the field. So I have to proceed with caution, definitely not like I've done with the rest of the girls I've been with.

"Oh hyung.." I shift my gaze towards Jungkook, mentally thanking his impeccable timing which makes my dangerously wandering mind regain its senses. I blink away my thoughts and look at the youngest. "Yes Kook?"

"Just so you know, classes were very interesting so far for me too. So thanks for asking me as well earlier." Good golly this kid.. At times, when he doesn't receive the dose of attention he wants his whining can be worse than Jimin's.

Jungkook throws me a dirty look from the other side of Y/N to which she snorts. Had she not been stationed between us I'd be twisting that little shit's nipples for that.

"I was just about to ask you but you beat me to it Kook."

He simply shrugs me off and rolls his eyes visibly which has me reaching behind Y/N's back and slapping the back of his neck.

"Ouch! Hyung!"

"Roll your eyes at me once more Kook and you won't be able to turn your head for a week."

"Tch, we all know you're just saying that but in the end you'll just indulge in anything he does hyung." Namjoon playfully sings and stuffs his face with more food. But before I can answer him, Jimin makes his appearance cutting us off so I decide to let it go.

"Hi guys." He greets us all but makes a straight line for Y/N, forcing Kook to scoot over so he can take the seat next to her. "How've you been holding up beautiful? Are you having fun? Are the classes to your liking so far?" With a pat on her head and his smooth voice he attracts the entirety of her attention solely on him, like a magnet on the fridge, while his questions rain on her one after the other.

"Jiminie! Why didn't you tell me it would be this difficult? Or about professor Lee? He was driving us insane and it's only our first day! I thought he'd have us lined up and executed after a single error! And I made mistakes! And I'm telling you his cold, blood thirsty eyes are still imprinted on my brain and will probably be carved there forever." Y/N's lips turn to an adorable pout while she rants to Jimin. I kind of envy him for having the privilege of seeing her every side without filter.

"Woah.. and here I was hoping you'd be enjoying yourself." Min rubs the back of his head before wrapping his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. "There must be something you liked so far right?"

"That's not the point! Of course I like it that's why I'm here. But!" She hits his chest with her fist lightly, looking up at him while in his side embrace. "A little head's up would have been really helpful you know!" A few more hits on Jimin's chest by her little fists make him catch her hands in his to seize them from coming onto him.

"Alright, alright drama queen! I think we all got your point. So I will humbly apologise for the error of my ways and try to compensate with my life.. I'll buy you ice cream later okay?"

Y/N squints her eyes at Jimin, her lips forming a single line clearly showing her displeasure. "Do you honestly believe ice cream is going to make up for neglecting me that way? You practically sent me to war without ammunition."

Jimin scoffs at her and makes sure to mess her hair by running his finger in her golden locks as a punishment to her sassy remarks. Yet to me seems more like a reward for Jimin as his skin comes into contact with her silky curls.

"Tsk, Ji-"

"Alright alright I'm sorry." He fixes her hair by smoothing it out and taps the tip of her nose playfully. "I'll buy you food too. How about a large bag of your favorite fries and a large coke zero?"

Just the way he knows how to fulfill her needs is impeccable. I'm sitting here completely dumbfounded, wondering whether I'm watching the interaction of two best friends or the flirting/teasing of a young couple in love.

"Hmm.. I guess that'll do." Y/N looks away in pretense but Jimin takes that opportunity to pinch her side.

"You guess?! I'll show you then!" Now he fully charges by tickling her making the poor girl squirm around in a fit of hysterical laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm- stop! Jimin!" She tries to apologise while catching her breath.

"Say 'thank you Jiminie, you're the best' and I might consider stopping."

"Thank you Jiminie, you're the best!" Her voice comes out screechy due to her laughing out loud but the tickling torture stops after she obeys Jimin and tells him what he wanted to hear. Is this how they always act with eachother? How are they not together? Do I really stand a chance here?

My worries increase as she leans towards him and places a soft peck on his cheek. The action being so quick yet so natural at the same time makes one ponder about how close these two really are. Yet again to her it might seem completely normal, almost reflexive after so many years of spending her time with only Jimin as her closest confidant. And I'm sure Jimin has made the most out of it too.

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Jimin's POV

Jin hyung. At first glance he just seems friendly and engaging. After observing him though I soon realize he's trying to get closer to Y/N, physically closer. And I can't say I particularly like it. I mean, surely she's free to find a good boyfriend just not him. Because I know him like the back of my hand and what a playboy he can be. Hyung is a really sweet guy with his friends and will always indulge in anything we want, providing anything we might need but when it comes to girls.. Sigh.. let's just say that he makes really bad decisions on that field.

The fact is that I don't want to see Y/N getting hurt. She deserves someone who will treasure her wholly, like I do. So if anyone tries anything with her I'll make sure to put him through thorough examination until I'm sure he'll be good to her, something that doesn't apply to Jin. He's the only one who's unquestionably rejected even before the bootcamp period. I love my hyung and I love Y/N just as much. I love them both as my dear friends but in this situation Y/N goes first. I've taken it upon myself to be the guardian of her heart and that won't change no matter who is trying to win it over.

I look at my phone to double check the text Tae sent me, saying he'd be here shortly. I want the others to come as quickly as possible so as to have Y/N's attention devided between all of us. Thankfully the conversation goes on between all five of us smoothly till now but I wanna make sure she doesn't get distracted by Jin hyung alone. Nevertheless she seems to be enjoying herself, something that gives me great joy and relief to be honest.

Thinking that she would be hanging out with seven boys had been an issue in my mind. Even if she's used to male company thanks to myself, as she grows up I've always considered the possibility that she would need a female friend at least cause some topics are hard to be explained between the two sexes. Until now this problem hasn't risen but it'll be different from here on because she's entered a new chapter in her life, a more mature phase where she will experience new emotions and what not.

"Yo! You're all here already!"

I hear Hoseok hyung's voice and turn around only to find all the rest of the boys standing there with their food in hand, waiting to pile down around the table. More like, they all want to pile down around Y/N seeing as they greet her quite enthusiastically, to say the least. Even Yoongi hyung looks more interested in what's happening than usual.

"Y/N, Y/N! I want to hear all about your day! How did it go?" Taehyungie sits just across from her and shoves his tray aside, seemingly way more interested in what Y/N has to say in response to his question than his food.

"To be honest Taehyung, I'm not very sure I'll survive until the end of the semester. This school is brutal."

"Huh?! What are you talking about? There's no way the tough cookie Jimin has described won't make it all the way."

"Tough cookie?" Her questioning eyes lock with mine and I simply shrug.

"What? Don't even try to deny it Y/N, you're tougher than all of us."

"How even? Don't get me wrong I'm flattered, I just don't think it depicts reality."

"Are you kidding me? Do you want me to start listing things you do that none of us can?"

"Oh please do so Jiminie. Enlighten me."

"Okay, well, remember when you had to run like 5 miles while on your period cause the coach didn't believe your belly was hurting?"

She rollls her eyes and takes a sip of her water before answering. "Come on Jiminie, that was something unavoidable. If any of you were in my place you'd be doing the same thing. And before you say anything, yes, I do think that guys wouldn't be able to handle period cramps but it's something girls are more accustomed to. It's not our choice, trust me."

By this point all the rest six pairs of eyes are fixed on us, while snickering at our bickering.

"Okay then.."

"So, anything else besides my period cramps?"

I ponder for a moment, trying to think of something that proves she's way more insensitive to pain compared to me and the guys. "Hmm.. ah ha! I know something that proves my point and that's completely by choice Y/N."

"Oh, oh spill!" Jungkook claps his hands before Y/N shoots a warning gaze at him. She must have gotten closer to him during classes.

"Y/N.. You voluntarily wax."

She rollls her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Really? Wax? That's your point?"

"I second Jimin! That shit hurts like hell." Yoongi hyung raises his hand in support as all the rest do so after him making Y/N snort.

"Y'all just too sensitive. It's not that bad guys, and usually it's over faster than you have time to hurt. Plus it leaves my legs and arms smooth like a baby's butt." She traces a finger over her other arm in pride and extends it to the guys to touch but before they do I pull it back and glare at them. They can't just touch her like that, she's off limits to everyone that's not me or her future boyfriend.

"Ahem. I'm not talking only about that you know."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She blinks a few like she doesn't know what I mean but I'm sure she's just playing dumb.

"Well, you know.. you also wax your, uh, your coochie."

For a few moments a deadly silence looms over our table as everyone is trying to process my words, especially Y/N. Her mouth is gaping and in her speechless state her cheeks begin reddening.

"I-"

"Coochie? Bahahaha!" Hoseok slaps the table making other tables look at us in question. Now everyone bursts out laughing at the euphemism and her face is already bright red. "Jimin! Wha- why do you know that? I'm pretty sure I haven't talked about my- about that with you."

"Y/N you don't have to tell me in order for me to know. And fyi, I've also seen it."

"What?!"

"You've seen it?!

"When?!"

"Why?!"

Jin hyung, Tae, Kook and Yoongi hyung ask in shock simultaneously while the rest gasp at the revelation. Meanwhile Y/N resembles a tomato and doesn't utter a single world for a few seconds.

"Jimin. Explain." Two words from her are enough for everyone to quiet down and look at me expectantly.

"It's not a big deal Y/N. I accidentally walked in when you were changing into your swimsuit last summer, remember?" It's certainly something that I will never be able to forget. A single glimpse of her naked body was enough for me to lose my sleep for two weeks as dreams of me doing things to that body were both satisfying and haunting. So much that it was enough to put our friendship through a test. I can remember myself wanting to have her every single minute while being in her presence. Sometimes I still think about it.

"You! You swore you didn't see anything! That's why I forgot about it!" She points at me accusingly but the truth is that I only said so to put her mind at ease at that time. "How could you take such a good look that you even remember my- well that?!"

"Come on darling, how could I not? Even if we have been friends forever, a beautiful girl being in front of me naked? It was instinctive for my eyes to wander." In truth I say that only to indirectly brag about being the only guy who has seen Y/N completely naked before and as my eyes carefully scan our table I get the reaction I was expecting from the boys. Some in a more subtle and others in a clearer way, yet jealousy is now reflected in their eyes.

"Okay, stop stop stop. I- it was an accident and you should have already deleted that image from your brain. In fact I'm not going to speak to you until you do so." Her pouty lips and crimson cheeks make her look even more adorable. Of course I will indulge her and set her mind at ease once more about this matter, even if I have to result to a white lie yet again.

"Image.jpg deleted from drive!" I point at the side of my head with my finger before reaching over to pat her head gently. "Come now boo, it's all gone. And I promise that neither I nor anybody else will ever bring it up again. So don't pout, hm?"

She huffs once and looks at everyone else who is now nodding their heads in agreement. Thank goodness they decided to let the poor girl off the hook. If it hadn't been Y/N on the spotlight they'd drag the joke on forever, especially Jungkook and Taehyung.

"Don't worry Y/N shit like that can happen to anyone. Consider it long forgotten from now on. In fact I don't even know what we were talking about." Hoseok hyung is a saint. He might have been the only one who wouldn't take the joke too far even if it were one of the boys in place of Y/N and after hearing his reassurance she smiles at his attempt to feign ignorance.

She then finally looks back at me and nudges me on the side with her hand, so in response I hug her close to me. It's a known sign between us. Whenever she nudges my side it's always her asking for that kind of affection and I'll always gladly give in to her. "Sorry for overreacting Jiminie. I just felt like a deer caught in headlights."

"No, you're right, I'm sorry too love. I shouldn't have brought this up in front of everyone without asking you first." We pull apart from the hug and she flashes me her signature sheepish grin which I've come to love gazing at. It makes her whole face light up.

"Alright, now that you two have apologized to each other we can all finally enjoy our meals in peace once again." Yoongi hyung shakes his head before shoving a few bites of his salad in his mouth one after the other.

"Hyung, slow down. You shouldn't be eating this fast at your age, you might choke and die." And as of queue to Jungkook's words Yoongi hyung does choke during his attempt to tell the youngest off making everyone laugh at him.

Lunch continues smoothly with everyone eating whilst enjoying pieces of convos and jokes here and there. My attention trails to Taehyung who's having a heated debate with Yoongi hyung about the qualities of the afternoon napping the latter usually takes, with Tae telling him off about how he's messing up his biological clock and Yoongi insisting on how it helps him conserve energy.

During all that time I didn't realize that Y/N had indulged in her own private exchange with Jin hyung. I only spot the two of them with the corner of my eye being extremely close to each other, Y/N blushing and him whispering something in her ear.

Instinctively my arms wrap around Y/N's shoulder pulling her closer to my side so as to help her gain some distance from Jin after I saw how whatever he said affected her. At the same time, slowly some sort of realization takes over my mind.

Y/N and Jin hyung.. My Y/N and Jin hyung! I should be happy if she gets together with one of my brothers and normally I would be. But this particular hypothesis makes my skin crawl in an unpleasant and chilly way.

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Y/N's POV

'I don't think it's going to be that easy for me to forget now that my imagination is running wild."

I still can't process the words Jin whispered in my ear during lunch. I can't even think properly. He's almost too good looking to be real and he showed interest in me. I don't consider myself ugly but I still believe he's way out of my league, as is everyone from Jimin's group, Jimin included.

Speaking of Jimin, I caught him glaring at our little moment with Jin at the dining table, which was a bit weird. Why did he look annoyed with us? It's not like we did anything more than talk, albeit in a close distance to each other but still nothing more than that.

Is it because he's always so overprotective when it comes to boys around me? Probably. I remember that I had to try so hard to convince him to approve of my first relationship with my ex. But he didn't have to glare that hard. I mean if looks could kill he would have ended us in seconds.

Seokjin didn't seem to mind it though. In fact I'm pretty sure he didn't even realise the glare that was befalling him, his own gaze glued on me the entire time. At first I felt flattered but after a while it became too intense for my liking. And his words during lunch time only confused me more concerning his intentions. I mean is he going to ask me out? And if he does what sould I do? Should I say yes or should I refuse? I'm not sure if I should give him a chance or not cause he does seem like a playboy to be honest. And Jimin has told me before that he's known to sleep around occasionally. But he's really handsome. He's probably every girl's dream, so why not become my dream come true?

My mind is spiraling erratically as I ponder on the possibility of Jin and I dating that the whole class goes by in an instant and I don't even listen when the professor wraps it up until Jungkook nudges my shoulder. "Y/N? Y/N, are you ok? Classes ended already. Are you even listening?"

I look at him and then down at my notebook which is almost completely empty apart from the date, the title of today's subject and a few introductory points. "Uh yeah, sorry I was just lost in thought. What did you say?"

"Hm, you sure you good? You seem lost. I said classes ended. Do you wanna walk home together?" He raises a brow at me picking up my things and stuffing them in my bag in a hasty manner.

I stand up straight before him and smile a little awkwardly before hooking my arm with his making him blush a teeny bit. He tries to hide it though by rubbing his nose and clearing his throat.

"Ahem, you sure you're fine? I can take you to Jimin if you wanna talk about it with him cause we just met today so I shouldn't be asking you to tell me."

He's so very considerate that I can't help but be reminded of Jimin once again. I guess he must have rubbed off of him all these years they know each other.

"You're very sweet Jungkook but I'm fine don't worry. And to be honest I think I'll be talking to you about my issues very soon. So you're not off the hook just yet."

"I'm kinda scared now. I don't really know if I should be happy or not about that." He smirks playfully and I decide to drag him towards the exit of the classroom in response.

"Yeah yeah, sure. I know deep down you're screaming with happiness. Now come on, I'll grant you permission to carry me home as your first mission of becoming my bestie."

He scoffs dramatically at my words as he's walking by my side now. "Yeah, no. I don't want to injure or worse crush my precious body with you. So I'll be keeping my health instead of your bestie card pass." He claps back proudly and walks ahead of me.

"Hey, come back here! I'm older than you so you should wait for me!" I also speed up to match his pace and I bump into him on purpose.

"Oh bite me, you're only like half a month older, it doesn't even count!" He shouts back at me while I struggle to keep up with him.

We go back and forth as we pass from the east corridor and head towards the main hall where we spot the rest of boys. Which means Jin as well. Damn, just what I needed. It's not that I wanna avoid him I just can't even look him in the eye cause I don't know how to deal with him just yet. I should keep a low profile for the time being and then I'll probably ask Jimin about it. He always knows what to do in these situations. He'll help me for sure.

"Hey you two, ready to head home?" I blink at Hoseok's question.

"Wait. You mean like all of us together?"

"Of course, why? Don't you want to?" Teahyung looks at me with puppy eyes and I feel my heart melt. That's one hell of a weapon. I'll have to watch out for him in the future and avoid eye contact to stand my ground.

"No no no, I didn't mean it like that. I was just taken by surprise because, err, because I didn't know we live nearby and I had guessed Jimin would drive him and I home since we took his car here this morning." Good save, good save.

"Oh yeah you're right. This short dumbo didn't even mention we're gonna be living in a penthouse all together. You know, to share the expenses." Yoongi says after he slaps Jimin at the back of his head. But wait did he say penthouse? Why should they care about the expenses if they're living in a penthouse? What kind of logic is that? I wish I was in their place.

"Ouch- huyng!" Jimin shouts in a whiny tone.

"Yah who are you shouting to you little-" He doesn't finish his sentence but fixes his posture and turns to me again. "Ahem, also our house is like 10 minutes from yours by car. So on that note Y/N, feel free to visit anytime you'd like. Just don't ring the bell too much cause I'll probably be sleeping."

"Dully noted!" I joke by doing a military salute.

"Yeah and we'll be more than happy to have you over! Finally some female hormones among these testosterone freaks." Namjoon adds and I blush a little at his words. Female hormones? Jeez, my mind goes elsewhere when he puts it like that.

"You talk as if you're not just as bad yourself if not worse!" Yoongi rolls his eyes in exasperation as Namjoon tries to shush him off. So I decide to speak up and rescue him.

"You guys, thank you so much, you're all so kind! I'll make sure to visit as much as I can if I'm not bothering of course. Oh, oh! I know how to cook pretty well, so I'll be in charge of feeding you in return!" I proudly exclaim and I swear they look at me like some kind of saint or something.

"I vote to have Y/N stay permanently with us!" Taehyung raises his hand in excitement before Jimin quickly pulls it down with a scoff.

"Yah, she'll think we have been starving or something. Y/N don't listen to him, we'll be glad if you visit and you don't have to cook or anything." Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head at Taehyung's now pouty face.

"Sure, but if you happen to do so it'll be greatly appreciated. Jin hyung and I can only do so much for these guys constant hunger." I giggle at Yoongi's comment and I nod at him, making him smile in appreciation.

"Now that's everything covered, shall we head back?"

We all nod and on Namjoon's note we start heading towards the parking lot.

Meanwhile Jin does not utter a single word. He's just staring at me the whole time making me blush a tiny bit, which only he saw. Or at least I hope so.

I follow behind Jimin to get inside his car while all the rest devide into two groups. Taehyung and Namjoon at Jin's car and Hoseok with Jungkook at Yoongi's.

Before I open the door though Jin approaches me and holds it in place.

"Since you'll be coming with us now at our house, what do you say I take you home when it gets dark?"

I was definitely not expecting an invitation this quickly and I'm kinda at a loss of words at this point. I want to accept but at the same time I feel nervous being alone with him. But I don't have the chance to answer him due to Jimin butting in to do so in my stead.

"You don't have to hyung. I'll be taking her home cause her parents have entrusted me with that task. So don't worry about it."

Confusion must be written all over my face at this point. It's true that Jimin has always been the one to take me home but it's not like a rule my parents imposed on us. It's just that we've been hanging out together so it simply ended up happening that way.

"Uh Jimin-"

"No, it's okay, he's right. It's only fair that way, I'm sure your parents will feel better with seeing him taking you home rather than myself. So maybe some other time when I'll get the chance to meet them as well. Right Jiminie?"

I frown and look over at Jimin whose expression mirrors my own.

"Right hyung. See you at home then."

"Of course. Here Y/N." He offers me a charming smile to which I smile back as he kindly opens the door for me to get inside. As I sit in the passenger seat he starts to lean in most probably to fasten my seatbelt but Jimin moves quicker than him, his arm reaching around me before Jin could reach the belt buckle himself.

"Thanks hyung, we'll see you later."

Jin simply smiles and straightens his body. "Sure." With just that he closes the door gently and makes way for his own car as Jimin starts the ignition and manoeuvres to head out of the parking lot behind Yoongi who left during our interaction with Jin.

I wait till we're in the road and turn to look at Jimin who seems deep in thought, his eyebrows creased and his jaw clenched making his pretty face turn haggard. "Now spill, what was that all about?"

"What do you mean?" I scoff at his attempt to look oblivious to my question.

"What do I mean? Come on Jimin, don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about." He purses his lips and shakes his head, his shoulders rising as if he's got no idea of what I'm saying.

"Nope I really don't Y/N."

"Okay then I'll help you refresh your memory. Why did you make it seem to Jin like you're my appointed guardian or something?" He snorts and as we stop at a red light he turns his gaze to me.

"Am I not though? I might not be officially appointed as you said but I've always been like a protector to you not just your best friend. And I'm pretty sure your parents see it that way as well. Do you not?"

We start moving once more when the red light turns green with his question hanging in the air. I can't say he's wrong. I've always looked at him in the same way and I'd be ungrateful to all the times I've depended on him throughout all those years.

"No, you're right. I do feel the same way and I'm always grateful for that Jimin, you know that. It's just that you looked like a guard dog ready to bite off his hands or something. And what was up with the whole 'get off my back' attitude? I thought you were really close with all of your brothers."

He sighs and doesn't answer immediately, rather he takes his time thinking deeply. What exactly is going through his head? It feels like his mood is doing a constant roundabout today.

"Y/N, I don't know how to really explain it. I just feel like Jin hyung might have some ulterior motive when it comes to you so I guess it came out naturally."

"But Jimin, he's one of your best friends, one of your brothers. Even if he does approach me with a motive different than friendship, is it really that bad? I mean you already know him better than anyone, so he's already been through your background check. And for him to be friends with you he can't possibly be a bad guy."

A single scoff leaves his mouth and not another word. I wait for him to explain further but instead he rolls down the window as the car slows down and comes to a stop in front of the entrance of an underground parking lot. I watch him put in a code and press the button for the window to close. Then we head inside and follow the arrows down a floor. Jimin drives around for a bit before parking at a designated spot and immediately turning off the car.

"So you're not going to say anything else?"

Another sigh escapes him before he decides to speak up.

"Y/N you have to understand something. When it comes to you, no man is an exception. Anyone who tries to see you romantically has to go through the same procedure before he can qualify to be with you. And all the more when it involves Jin hyung. I've told you about him love, he's not good for you. Yes he's the best brother but when it comes to the romantic stuff he's exactly the opposite. In fact now that I think about it he's not good for anyone."

"Jimin, I get why you're saying all these things but I'm not a baby, not anymore. And don't you think that exactly due to your friendship, he's going to be extra careful around me? He'd have to be a fool to do anything wrong to me."

Honestly it might be the first time seeing him this worried about an issue of this nature. He's always been overprotective but never to the point where he pep talks me and tries to warn me against a guy this zealously.

"I don't know Y/N. I'm ashamed to say this but I can never be sure about Jin hyung when he's around girls. Don't get me wrong, I love him like a true brother but women are his passion and one he hasn't been able to overcome for as long as I've known him. It's-" he pauses for a few seconds as if he's trying to hide something. "It's a complicated story, one that is not mine to tell but it explains his infidelity."

"What do you mean?"

Jimin doesn't get the chance to speak further as a knock on the window cuts our conversation short. He huffs and scratches his head as the knock is heard yet again after a few seconds pass but he again chooses to ignore it.

"Listen we'll talk more about this next time. I just want you to promise me that you'll not do anything before telling me me first."

"Jimin I-"

"Promise me Y/N." He looks deeply into my eyes waiting for confirmation, leaving me no choice but to agree.

"Alright, I promise." To seal our deal he takes my hand and links our pinkies and thumbs together making it an official promise, one that cannot be broken without consequences, in this case for my side. Then the knock is heard once more, this time louder. He looks outside and huffs as he tries to scurry away the person who's constantly reminding us to hurry up.

"Let's get out before Tae decides to break my window."

I laugh as my imagination brings to life the situation. The image of Taehyung breaking Jimin's car window just to get him to step outside is so very vivid in my mind that the sounds of glass breaking and Jimin shouting are making my ears perk up. So I quickly unbuckle my seat belt after Jimin and gather my bag from the back seat where I threw it haphazardly on the way.

"Jimin! What's taking you guys so long? Come on, we're all here and waiting for you!"

"Alright already we're coming! Jeez.." At Jimin's answer Taehyung responds with yet another loud knock before he zooms past the car in fear of Jimin who's ready to get out and pounce at him.

Their cute interaction makes me forget about everything, my laughter never ceasing. I think I've just found a new happiness pill besides Jimin himself.

"He's a persistent one huh?"

"Oh, you have no idea! He can go on and on for hours. Kinda reminds me of someone I know.."

I shoot him with a warning gaze as I get out of the car and wait for him to do the same and then lock it. He walks over to my side and gently takes my hand in his, pulling me with him towards the elevator vestibule where everyone else is currently waiting for us.

"Finally! You sure took your sweet time."

"Taehyung don't make me hurt you." With Jimin's warning poor Taehyung quickly raises his hands surrendering to him. Nobody wants to piss off Jimin that's for sure and I now see he doesn't only scare me when he gets angry.

Namjoon steps between them and pats them both on their heads like a father would to his bickering children. "Alright, alright you two, that's enough. Let's get going."

There's only one elevator and 8 of us. Mathematically it doesn't work. So we'll have to split up and I stick by Jimin's side wanting to be with him on the ride just in case. Tight spaces give me anxiety.

A ding echoes and the first group consisting of Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon gets in.

"See you upstairs." Hoseok waves at us as the doors close and I'm left waiting with Jimin, Jungkook and Jin in a bit of an awkward silence.

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The party tonight is packed with so many bodies and faces you could care less about. 

All you care about it Yoongi.

You’ve only been here 40 minutes before him yet it feels like 40 minutes too long.

It started off innocent. 

It was just you laughing along to their jokes and genuinely sharing about your life.. Then you felt the buzz of alcohol kick in and suddenly someone’s body was pushing onto yours. You blink and find Yoongi shoving someone to the wall and yelling in his face. Everyone begins to crowd around and cheer as you slip your way in between the two and beg Yoongi to take a step back. 

His furious eyes soften when you say, “Yoongi, I’m here. You wouldn’t hurt me, right?”

No. 

Of course, he wouldn’t. 

Yoongi drops his fists and uncurls them. You gesture at him to take deep breaths with you.. Even tipsy, you were still such a preschool teacher. It warmed his heart but also angers it. How could you be so patient even in times like these? Times where a warning shove and spiteful words should be exchanged for the sake of your respect. 

He doesn’t know what to do. He breathes in from his nose and sharply exhales in a pissed-off manner. “He deserves this.”

“You don’t,” you promise him. It’s painfully true. Yoongi doesn’t deserve to go through such angry emotions that clog up his relationship with you. Contrary, you don’t deserve to feel this uncomfortable between the two. “... I don’t deserve this.”

It’s then that Yoongi realizes how many eyes are on you three. How childish and immature everything has quickly become. You aren’t even his girlfriend and you already have him acting as if he’d kill for you… Which, let’s be clear; he would. 

“Take a breather,” you beg him before swiftly turning away to check up on the guy he pushed. 

Before you can say anything else or even check on Yoongi; he’s already halfway gone upstairs. You huff and turn to the guy whose name you can’t even remember. 

“Look at what you did,” you mutter to the guy who is still trying to catch his breath. “You made my boyfriend upset.”

By the time Yoongi finds himself in the bathroom, he locks the door and sighs heavily. His head is spinning, not knowing if he’s in the wrong or in the right. He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. If it’s not about you or for you—what is he doing? These days, it’s all about you. 

Everything aches. 

His heart, his head, and his knuckles all ache. His knuckles are a little red already but there are no cuts. Opening and closing his hands, he rolls his wrists to check on them. They feel a little tight but he’ll get over it. 

Yoongi leans towards the sink, turns on the tap, and splashes his face with the running cold water. It refreshes him instantly and calms his boiling blood. Turning the tap off, he lifts his head and stares at himself in the mirror. 

How did he get here?

Just a few months ago, you were the one chasing him. You were the one flooding his phone with random updates and thoughts. You were the one showing up to his practices. You were ignoring the swimmers and now—now you’re all they can look at. Now you entertain them and it hurts because you’re allowed to. 

You’re not his.

You don’t even flirt with them! Yoongi knows you well enough and is confident that you could never do such a thing to him… It’s just the fact that it’s not you that he can’t trust; it’s them. It’s their impulsive thoughts and greediness that Yoongi is well aware of. Why? Because he has a dick too. 

Because he likes you too.

Because maybe, deep down, Yoongi knows he’s just like them. 

Just as Yoongi begins to dig into his thoughts more, they are interrupted by the sound of your aggressive knocking. 

“Aki, it’s me,” your frail voice calls out for him. “Let me in, please..”

And just like that, Yoongi folds. 

He takes a step towards the door but hesitates as his hand wraps around the door knob. Yoongi wonders if this is the best state for you to see him in right now. He’s so confused and consumed in his own feelings—could he see yours? Could he consider yours? Could he be yours?

He wonders for a minute. 

You, on the other side, bite your tongue and hope he’ll let you in. 

Just as you’re about to knock again, the door swings open and you feel him grab onto your wrist and pull you inside. You yelp at the quick movement. You’ve sobered up by now, fully aware of the tension and happenings. You weren’t that tipsy anyway.

“Why’d you storm off like that?”

“You told me to leave,” he snickers.

It’s partly his fault. He listened too quickly to you. Usually, he’d stay. He’s not the type to leave a fight he starts. 

You shake your head to oppose his comment. “I asked you to take a breather.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Same shit… Why’d you follow me?”

“You left me.”

His shoulders drop and his eyebrows knit together in concern. He didn’t realize he left you with the same guys he was fighting off your body. 

Idiot. 

He’s such an idiot!

“Are you okay?” you ask him, quickly noticing the irritated look on his face. 

He’s leaning against the wall, just staring at you. You’re against the sink, tilting your head at him. You’ve never seen Yoongi look this… Small? He looks so unsure. He looks so needy and just so… You don’t know. This is the first time Yoongi has ever looked at you like this. 

This is the first time Yoongi looks at you like he needs you. 

He moves closer to you. You straighten your posture and secretly inhale his scent. Nothing beats being close to him. You wish it could be like this all the time. How every part of him takes over you and just becomes a part of you… You wish this could last forever. 

“I hate that shit,” he begins, voice already so fragile. You look into his eyes, chasing them for some sign of calm. Instead, all you see is a blurry chaos. In his eyes, you see so much desperation, devastation, and disappointment. It makes your stomach turn and you aren’t sure if it’s in a good or bad way. “I hate that they feel entitled to you. I hate myself sometimes because I feel entitled to you. I hate—”

“I’m yours,” you blurt, cupping his cheeks and pulling him close. “You’re allowed to feel entitled to me. I get it. I feel entitled to you too.”

He rolls his eyes, unable to stop his pettiness from arising. “Whatever. Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?” Yoongi remarks the swimmers downstairs. God, when will they ever leave you alone?

“I’m pretty sure I am with him,” you tease.

Yoongi blushes and fails to hide it. “... Okay.”

“Okay?”

Biting his lip, he pulls away from you. “H-how do you do that? How do you piss me off and then pull me back in the moment you open your annoying mouth and say the dumbest shit—”

“You’re clearly upset,” you interrupt him. You hop on top of the sink counter and cross your arms. Offering him a sympathetic look, you ask, “do you want to regulate your emotions? Are you in the green zone, blue zone, yellow—”

“I’m not a child, ___.”

You laugh at him. “Then stop acting like one!”

“I am not your preschool student. I’m a fucking pissed-off boyfriend—”

“Mhmm?” you catch him in the heat of the moment. “What was that?”

Yoongi pauses and clears his throat. Did he just say that? Fuck. He hates that he has to correct himself. “... Eventually your boyfriend.”

“Mhmm.”

“Mhmm?” Yoongi glares at you. All this tension for you to be fucking around with him like this? Two can play this game. 

Yoongi then comes back to you. Closing in on you, you spread your legs for him to fit in between. He snakes his arms around you, making you arch your back. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his favourite skirts. It’s a white pleaded one and it makes you look so angelic. He’s always wanted to do this. He’s always wanted to shove himself up your pretty little skirt and ruin you. 

Thank god for your annoying little mouth. 

It gives him an in.

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. You breathe heavily, taking in his scent once again. Before you know it, you feel his hands travel to your thighs and his index fingers twirl the thin fabric of your flimsy skirt. 

“You’re mine?” Yoongi asks you, “prove it to me.”

You nod, eyes locking with his. Shifting to get more comfortable, you let him scrunch up your skirt to your stomach. Helping him, you put your hand over his and hold your own skirt up. Yoongi smirks at your obedience and tilts his head cockily. 

You aren’t sure if it’s the slight buzz or the fact that your absolutely throbbing waiting for him to do something... But you give in. How could you not?

“Good girl,” he whimpers before dipping low to kiss your lips. 

Your lips melt onto his so easily. 

Just as sweet as the first, Yoongi takes his time sucking on your tongue and dragging the kiss intensity. It’s so wet and lewd, you practically feel his boner breaking through his jeans. As he kisses you, his lips travel down to your neck and your collarbone. Throwing your head back, you lift your other hand and place it on top of his bulge. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi struggles to keep it together. He sucks on your neck, letting your soft moans encourage him to leave a big hickey. He loves the way your hands rub him and how small they feel against him. Soon, your hands travel under his shirt and then around his arms. 

When he’s done leaving a mark, you hiss at the touch of his thumb rubbing against your panty. You two quickly exchange looks before you bite your lip and nod at him slowly. He takes this sign and finds the hem of your underwear to pull them down not even a second later. Scrunching your underwear in his hands, he places them beside you. 

You let him push on your stomach for a moment, causing you to lean against the mirror. In this position, he gets a clearer view of your pussy. Yet, he doesn’t look at it just yet. Instead, he tugs on the hem of your shirt. 

“Take it off,” he commands you. You shake your head teasingly. “Why not?”

“You didn’t say please.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Yoongi cries. “I hate you.”

You giggle in response. “I’m waiting—”

“Please let me see your tits, ace.”

You shrug. “Why?”

Yoongi’s shoulders drop, unamused by your behaviour. He huffs, “hey, how long do you think I have before my dick explodes?” 

Laughing, you playfully shove him. He sticks his tongue out at you and pulls away. You frown as he pushes your legs together and turns his back on you. About to leave, he suddenly gets hit on the head with your bra. 

Did you just fling your bra at him? 

Turning around, he’s greeted by your bare breast. You pout and pat your lap. “Come back. I’ll be good, aki.”

Yoongi nods, eyes closed with a tired expression. “Fine.”

You gasp at his reaction but quickly forget the negative feeling as he cups your breast with his veiny hands. Spreading your legs again, he takes his place in between them. There, he buries his face into your boobs and licks them. 

You moan. 

“Argh, g-get on with it,” you whine.

Yoongi blinks. “Say please.”

You’re dumbfounded and Yoongi feels awfully prideful. 

“I’m waiting.”

“P-please,” you choke, reaching for him. He lets you touch him. “I’ll be good.”

Yoongi takes your word for it. 

You two pick it up from where you left off. He bows his head and then spits on your pussy. Your breath hitches, feeling his saliva run down your folds. Yoongi wastes no time, dragging his thumb to massage his spit in. 

The bathroom is filled with heavy breath exchanges as he begins to stick his fingers inside you. There’s no warning and you can’t lie; it felt a little discomforting in the beginning. His fingers at long and thick, ultimately making you need a little time to adjust to the stretch and burn. Once you get used to it, it’s completely pleasurable. 

It feels so good—so rewarding. 

He knows exactly what he’s doing too.. Watching every little reaction from you and feeding off his skill of being a quick learner. He notices what you like best and how squeezing your breasts every so often adds to your experience. 

Circulating inside you, he pumps them in and out. His speed is exactly what it needs to be at the moment. Meanwhile, his ego continues to skyrocket from your whimpering and gasps. Yoongi curls his fingers inside you and looks up to watch your facial expression. Your eyes roll back and flutter to fixate on his lips. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration; completely getting lost in the sensualness.

Yoongi fingers you deep and fast. It gets more and more intense and before you know it, you’re uttering his name. “Y-Yoongiii,” you sob. “I’m g-gonna—nghh!”

He pulls out his fingers when he feels your walls tighten. Instantly, he slaps your pussy and sneaks in a few rubs against your clit. Before you know it, you wince at the sudden relief of release. 

You squirt. 

Yoongi takes so much pride in this. He moans, leaning against your forehead again and watching your stomach twitch. Followed by that, your breasts bounce from the overdrive. Your lips have become puffy from all the kissing and lip-biting. There’s so much sweat between you two and he can’t help but love how sticky everything feels. 

He pauses, letting you catch your breath. After a moment of silence, you sit up and pull him towards you. Without exchanging words, you unbutton and unzip his pants. His boxers cover his length and it makes you so much more hungry and desperate. 

As you peel off his boxers, Yoongi breathes; “do you really want me to fuck you in a bathroom?”

You blink at him. 

“W-what? Why not?”

He shrugs, watching you take his dick out. You pump him and run your thumb across his angry tip. Yoongi’s body shivers and he can’t help but mutter your name. 

“Fuck, ___.” 

You smile, loving the way he reacts to your touch. Even if you feel a little exhausted from your turn; you couldn’t miss this. You refuse to. 

He moves close to you and stretches your folds. Then, he places himself in between them and shares one final look with you before he brushes his dick up and down your entrance. 

“Don’t tease,” you beg. “You’ve done that enough today.”

He chuckles at your desperation and feels his heart clench. “Whatever you want, ace. You have it. You have me. I’m yours.”

With that, you reach up to kiss him. As you two kiss, and just as he’s about to push himself, knocks abruptly interfere. 

You two turn to the door and watch the door knob shake. Yoongi pulls away, tucking himself back in. You reach to your side and put on your underwear and bra. Fixing yourselves up, you two sigh at the sound of Jimin’s voice on the other side. 

“Yoongi, you fucked up one of our swimmer’s shoulders! He can’t compete at our next meet! I hope ___ blue balls you, you bitch! I won’t let you two fuck because of this!”

After that, Jimin continues to yell and knock on the door. Yoongi groans, hating his friend more than ever. Looking back at you, he watches you compose yourself. You fix your hair, adjust your clothes, and catch your breath. 

He offers his hand and helps you off the sink counter. Your legs still feel a little weak, so you stumble. Yoongi catches you before you can fall and holds you tight. You thank him for helping you and clear your throat to break the awkwardness. 

“You sober now?” Yoongi’s voice is dry. He feels a little parched and imagines you feel the same.

“... Y-yeah,” you nod, snapping back to reality. “Thanks f-for that. W-we should head out… Jimin probably wants to talk to you anyway, so I’ll head out first—”

Yoongi catches your arm and holds you still. “No goodbye kiss?”

Your eyes widen. 

After all of that, he still wants to pull this kind of bullshit? You can’t help but feel it to be endearing though. Giving in, you quickly kiss him on the lips, unlock the door, and push past Jimin. 

Jimin glares at Yoongi and shoves him. “Bro, you fucked up one of the sperms shoulders! I fucking hate you—”

Yoongi stands in the bathroom, watching you leave. He can’t hear anything Jimin has to say and honestly? It doesn’t matter to him right now. All that matters is you.. 

Yoongi doesn’t even know where you’re going, but he is sure to follow soon enough.

There’s no easy way to describe how he feels about you. How intensely he yearns for your attention or how much it aches to be yours for a moment and then left in the dust the next. 

It bothers him so much to watch you walk away… It’s a sight he can’t seem to swallow. Instead of fighting what he thinks this is; Yoongi gives in to the very thought that has been running through his mind since the very first moment you stepped into his life.

“I think I love her.” Yoongi confides to Jimin.

“No shit...” Jimin responds, sighing in defeat as he lets Yoongi slip through the door and follow you into the crowd.

[chimcess]

Bittersweet || myg (1)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Other Tags: Grad Student!Yoongi, Undergrad!Reader, Grad Student!Hoseok, Uncle!Namjoon, Doctor!Namjoon, Grad Student!Jimin, Fuckboy!Jungkook, GradStudent!Jungkook, Boss!Seokjin, Yoongi POV Genre: College!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, kinda Student/Teacher but not really, Older!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Word Count: 19.9k+ Summary: When a cynical graduate student meets an overly enthusiastic undergraduate, the air crackles with tension—though not all of it is good. Warnings: Mean!Yoongi, he's extremely rude, like extremely so, prank gone wrong, bitter grad student to the max, strong language, Jimin is a snitch, possible wrong science information (i'm sorry i'm not perfect), sexual tension, reader faints at the sight of blood, unfunny pranks, Yoongi is jaded, he's a softie once you get to know him, hospital visit, non-descriptive male masterbation, reader has a stutter when nervous, Yoongi just being in denial for almost 20k words, kissing at work, almost caught, Jealous!Yoongi, i'm sorry but this JK is kind of a slime ball, Reader knows what she's doing, they're adorable, lots of bickering, let me know if I missed anything... A/N: Another old draft I found buried in my Google Docs! I didn't need to change too much, and it's very loosely edited, so please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes. This was rather long (and I don't know why I never posted it), so it had to be split into two parts because of Tumblr's new rules. Thanks for reading!

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Subject: Undergrad Mentoring From: Seokjin Kim, seokjinkim(at)fhcrc(.)org   Sent: Friday, January 14, 2024, 6:18 AM   To: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu  

Yoongi,  

I’m forwarding an email from a brilliant undergraduate. Have you thought about mentoring a student? I really think you should.  

— Jin  

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From: ynyln(at)u(.)washington(.)edu   Sent: Friday, January 14, 2024, 2:08 AM   To: Seokjin Kim, seokjinkim(at)fhcrc(.)org   Subject: Undergraduate Research  

Dear Professor Kim,  

My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m a junior in the School of Arts and Sciences, majoring in microbiology. I’m incredibly interested in undergraduate research, particularly in your fascinating work on Helicobacter pylori and its connection to stomach cancer.  

Although I don’t have prior research experience, I’m hardworking and responsible, and I would appreciate the chance to join your team. Please let me know if you have space available in your lab.  

Attached are my CV and transcript.  

Thank you!  

Y/N Y/L/N  

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Dr. Seokjin Kim Member, Division of Basic Sciences   Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center   1100 Fairview Avenue North   Seattle, WA 98109-1024  

I stared at Jin's email, the words bouncing around in my head. No previous research experience? Oh great! Just fucking great!

As the clock hit noon, I trudged into the break room, where the fluorescent lights buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. It was my little escape, my sanctuary from the suffocating hallways of academia. Hoseok, the only graduate student I considered a friend, was already inhaling his lunch.

I plopped my Tupperware into the microwave, the day’s weight pressing down on me like a thick fog. “Jin wants me to take on an undergrad,” I grumbled, feeling the words stick in my throat.

“Seriously?” Hoseok asked, mouth half-full. He didn’t even bother to swallow before adding, “Have them do the dishes.”

“Oh man, this is going to suck,” I muttered, stirring my mac and cheese with the enthusiasm of a person headed to their execution. “I have to train her, and she has zero lab experience. I don’t have time for this crap.”

The microwave beeped, its harsh sound grating against my nerves. I pulled out my steaming food, the steam rising ominously. “I tried to get out of it, but Jin insisted it’s ‘all part of the training.’” I mimicked his voice, nasal and overdramatic. Hoseok chuckled, nearly choking on his food.

I dug into my lunch, my mind racing. “She’s probably some pre-med trying to pad her CV. Calling our research ‘fascinating’ like she even knows what we do here—just another cookie-cutter student firing off a hundred emails.” 

“Maybe she’s cute?” Hoseok waggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. My single status was a constant source of irritation for him. He meant well, but his attempts at matchmaking were like trying to fix a flat tire with a spoon.

“I already did my required TA-ing last year, and it nearly gave me an ulcer. I thought I was done with whiny undergrads! This really sucks!” The words burst out, hot and angry. The idea of babysitting a clueless student gnawed at me like a persistent itch.

I focused on my research, hoping it would be my ticket out of this academic purgatory. Mentoring an undergrad was the last thing I needed—a distraction threatening to derail my meticulously planned escape.

After lunch, I headed to the incubator to check on my cultures, the familiar hum a small comfort amidst the chaos. Then I settled at my desk, drafting a reluctant email to the undergrad, my words dripping with begrudging obligation.

From: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu   Sent: Friday, January 14, 2024, 1:05 PM   To: ynyln(at)u(.)washington(.)edu  

Come to the lab on Monday between 8 AM and 7 PM. Bring your schedule.  

Yoongi Min PhD Candidate   Kim Lab   Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center   1100 Fairview Avenue North   Seattle, WA 98109-1024  

This was going to suck.

“Hi, I’m looking for Yoongi Min?” A stranger’s voice cut through the quiet of the lab, and I felt my focus waver. I was knee-deep in DNA sequencing data, desperately searching for a start codon when the interruption struck like nails on a chalkboard.

“That’s him over there,” Jimin, my lab mate, replied. I didn’t need to look up; I knew he was pointing at me.

“CTT ATC GTG ACT…” I murmured; eyes glued to the screen. The code demanded my attention.

A shadow crept closer, invading my peripheral vision. I ignored it, hyper-fixated on the screen.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” the shadow solidified into the undergrad I’d been dreading. I continued to stare at the screen, unwilling to break my concentration.

“Did you bring your schedule?” My voice was clipped, an attempt to maintain my rhythm.

CGC CTC CGT ATG… There it was! I highlighted the start codon, feeling a small sense of victory amidst the irritation. Finally, I turned to face her. She held a crumpled piece of paper in trembling hands.

The crackling noise of the paper grated on my nerves, and I snatched it from her. A quick scan revealed she had a limited availability. Tuesdays and Thursdays it was.

“Do you want one or two credits?” I asked, filling out her form with practiced efficiency.

“Oh… um… t-two,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oh great, a stammerer. I disliked her already. My frustration bubbled beneath the surface.

“That’s ten hours a week,” I said, scribbling on the form. “Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, maybe some Wednesday mornings.” I thrust the completed form back at her and turned back to my computer.

“See you tomorrow,” I dismissed her with a wave, eager to end the interaction. Her stammering was already wearing on my patience.

When I returned from lunch, she was perched at my bench. A laugh escaped me at the sight of her attire.

“What the hell is that?” I pointed at her lab coat, which was covered in hand-drawn bacteria.

She jumped, eyes wide. “My la-la-lab coat?” she stuttered.

Oh great, she’s a fucking idiot.

I took a deep breath, scanning her outfit for safety violations. At least she wore closed shoes and jeans, but her long hair hung loose.

“You should tie your hair up. You’ll be working near the flame.”

She pulled a hairband from her wrist and started tying her hair back. As I walked past, I noticed the back of her lab coat had “Bacteria Rule” scrawled in huge letters.

Bacteria Rule? Is she serious? I wanted to stab my eyes out with the pen in my hand. Who wastes time drawing on a lab coat? Nobody in their right mind, that’s for sure.

Something was off about her—I was certain of it. Concerned about her competence, I decided she couldn’t be trusted with any real work. Instead, I assigned her mundane chores, the kind even a high schooler could handle. It might not have been what Jin envisioned, but it was the only way.

God, I’m already dreading this. Can it be Friday already?

Hoseok and I lounged in the break room, our feet propped up on the coffee table, Tupperwares in our laps. The lack of a proper dining table didn’t bother us; it still beat eating at our desks.

“How’s it going with the undergrad?” Hoseok asked, mouth full.

“I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong with her,” I said, dead serious.

Hoseok laughed, even though I wasn’t joking.

“All she does is nod at what I say,” I elaborated. “Like one of those bobblehead dolls.” I stretched my neck and bobbed my head for effect. “Except she has bangs flopping all over her face when she nods frantically at everything I say.”

Hoseok snorted but kept eating.

“And she stutters! Well, when she speaks, that is. She doesn’t speak much. I kind of like that about her.”

Hoseok chuckled. “Sounds like you’re in love, bro.”

“Fuck you, Hoseok,” I shot back, uninterested. I already knew where this was heading.

“Is she cute?” Hoseok asked, glancing at me with a smirk.

“She’s a baby.”

“Is she a cute baby?”

“Hoseok, she’s… she’s a zygote.”

“Well, maybe with this zygote, you’ll learn how to be human again.” He turned his attention back to his food.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Come on. You’re not exactly social, bro. All you do is lab stuff and occasionally hang out with me and Serena.”

“What are you talking about? I am social.” My tone came out whiny, betraying my disbelief.

“Oh, really?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow, gesturing to my Tupperware. “So social that you prefer to eat alone in the lab over joining us in the break room?”

“Do you even hear yourself? You’re such a dork. I eat in here because the lab is a mess, not because I’m antisocial.” I shrugged, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.

“Whatever you say, Yoongi,” he laughed, clearly unconvinced.  

I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about this right now. Instead, I grabbed my backpack, bracing myself for the next round of research duties.

After a few weeks of working together, I had to admit—albeit grudgingly—that the undergrad was following instructions better than I’d expected. If I could just ignore her ridiculous lab coat and the way those bangs flopped annoyingly over her forehead, she wouldn’t be half bad. The real annoyance, though, was her constant presence invading my space. But honestly, it could be worse; at least she wasn’t stammering nonstop. Most of the time, she barely spoke, and mercifully, she didn’t ask a ton of questions.

As I walked back from lunch with Hoseok, I was surprised to realize I didn’t dread the thought of the undergrad being in the lab when I arrived. Maybe having her shadow me wouldn’t be the end of the world after all.

Of course, the moment that thought crossed my mind, I jinxed myself. Stepping into the lab, I found her cleaning my bench, and a wave of irritation crashed over me. 

“What the heck are you doing?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.

She flinched, turning slowly to face me, her gloved hands still gripping an ethanol squeeze bottle. “I-I just thought I’d clean up a bit,” she stammered.

“Did you touch my samples?” I shot back, a surge of panic coursing through me.

“Which samples?” 

“Those!” I pointed at the upside-down tubes that had been perfectly positioned when I left, now carelessly shoved to the side. 

“I-I just mov—”

“Did you touch my RNA samples?” Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air—an annoyingly stupid fish. “Do you know how labile RNA is?”

“L-la-labile?” 

“Yes! Unstable—easily degradable. The main point here: you don’t touch my RNA samples!” 

“I-I used gloves… I’m sorry,” she mumbled, tears shimmering in her eyes. 

If she started crying, I was really going to lose it. 

I took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose to calm the storm brewing inside me. Slipping on my own gloves, I gently set my samples back in their rightful place, praying I hadn’t lost a week’s worth of work. 

I could hear her sniffling next to me, and I groaned out loud. “Why don’t you and your la-la-lab coat coat go find something useful to do?” 

I listened as she shuffled away, clearly eager to escape my sight. I should have known better than to think this arrangement would work out.

From: Seokjin Kim, seokjinkim(at)fhcrc(.)org   Sent: Monday, February 14, 2024, 6:27 AM To: Yoongi Min, ygmin(at)u(.)washington(.)edu

Yoongi,  

Part of the undergrad training involves more than just doing chores. Cleaning dishes, stacking pipette tips, and capping tubes do not count as experiments.  

I expect your undergrad to have enough experimental data to give a presentation at the end of the semester.  

Jin  

What the hell? Did she tell him I’m only having her do chores? 

Shit, shit, shit, shit. 

Jin was right, though. All she’d done these past few weeks were chores. Aside from that little incident with my RNA samples, she hadn’t completely messed up yet. Maybe I should cut her some slack and give her a real project. She might learn something—or at the very least, realize how frustrating science could be and decide to give up on it sooner rather than later. 

Oh God, how was she going to give a presentation if she couldn’t even say one coherent sentence without stuttering? 

This would be an embarrassment, not just for her but for me too. If she messed up, she’d make me look bad. 

Decision made. I needed to lighten up a bit and actually try to teach her something.

On Thursday, the undergrad was busy with her chores when I approached her, project sheet in hand. 

She looked at it, her eyebrows raised. “What is this?” 

“Your project for the next few weeks.” 

Her face lit up with excitement. 

“You didn’t have to go crying to Jin. I was going to give you a project anyway.” 

Her smile faltered into a frown. “W-What are you talking about?” She gazed up at me, bewildered, but I waved her off, unwilling to explain further. 

“Enough chattering. Those tubes aren’t going to wash themselves.” 

Gotcha, undergrad. Your puppy dog eyes don’t work on me.

It was the first week of real work for the undergrad, and I felt a knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach. My palms were clammy, and my heart raced uncomfortably. 

Am I excited about this? Nah… I’m probably just hungry.

“Do you know what PCR is?” 

She nodded eagerly, pulling out her notepad, ready to take notes. 

I explained how I wanted her to amplify two toxin genes from a set of H. pylori samples that had just arrived that morning from the hospital. Naturally, I only gave her a small subset of the total samples. It was a manageable number—enough for her to play around with, but not so many that I’d be ready to murder her if she messed up.

As usual, the undergrad took notes on everything I said, jotting down even where I pointed out the locations of various equipment. For all I knew, she was sketching a detailed map of the lab in that notepad of hers.

The undergrad sat at the bench, PCR tubes lined up in front of her, the protocol to her left, pipettes to her right, and a rack of reagents looming in the back. I watched her as she stared at everything, nervously picking at the edges of her gloves. 

She was going to drive me insane. 

“Do you know how to use the pipettes?” 

She looked up at me, shaking her head timidly. 

“Why didn’t you say so?” My voice came out louder than intended, and she flinched. 

We were never going to get anywhere like this. 

I took a deep breath and tried again, grabbing one of the micropipettes. “You set the volume here.” I pointed to the rings. “Clockwise to increase, counterclockwise to decrease.” 

I demonstrated, twisting the rings as I explained the display window and where to discard the disposable tips when she was done. 

After a few trials, the undergrad carefully pipetted into the PCR tubes, preparing the reaction with surprising precision. 

She was focused, making sure not to contaminate anything. It was clear she was paying close attention to every detail. 

Skilled hands, I noted, feeling a flicker of satisfaction. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.

I led the undergrad into the darkroom, where shadows clung to the walls like forgotten secrets, ready to ensnare us. The air was thick with a sharp, chemical tang, buzzing with anticipation as we approached the agarose gel. The PCR products shimmered faintly under the dim light, a hidden treasure waiting to be revealed. Surprisingly, a flicker of excitement sparked within me, a rare departure from my usual brooding.

“The ethidium bromide binds to the DNA,” I explained, my voice echoing softly in the sterile silence. “When we expose it to UV light, it fluoresces an orange color. You’ll see the PCR products light up on the gel.”

She walked beside me, clutching the gel like a sacred relic, her wide eyes absorbing every word. I could almost see the gears turning in her mind, likely wishing she had her notepad to document my brilliance, as if capturing my words would somehow validate her existence.

As we stepped into the darkroom, she hesitated, like a deer caught in headlights, before gingerly placing the gel inside the UV box. She moved carefully, avoiding the pitfalls of air bubbles that could ruin everything. Either she’d done this before, or she had the sense to read up on it. 

Good. I liked a prepared undergrad.

Once she’d set the gel, I instructed her to turn off the lights. The room plunged into darkness, and I leaned in, my heart racing a little faster. Peering into the UV box, I couldn’t help but grin. “Well, look at that. All your reactions worked.”

“Really?” Her voice trembled from the back, laced with a quiver of hope.

“Yeah,” I called back, though the shadows played tricks on me. “Come closer so you can see.”

I waited, but she lingered in the gloom, frozen as if afraid to approach the light. “Come here, I don’t bite,” I coaxed, trying to keep my tone lighthearted.

Finally, she moved, her profile illuminated under the eerie purple glow. Her eyes widened, and a smile broke across her face like dawn piercing through a dark night. I snorted softly, amused by how easily undergrads were impressed.

After she soaked in the spectacle, I showed her how to take a photo of her gel, and we returned to the lab. She began dutifully filling in her lab notebook, and a glimmer of pride swelled within me. That was until I checked her progress later. The notebook was pristine—a meticulous record of her every move since day one. Hope flickered in my chest, only to sputter out when I turned to the last page. There it was, taped prominently: a picture of the gel with “All worked!” scrawled underneath, accompanied by a crude smiley face.

A fucking smiley face.

This undergrad, I thought, definitely had a screw loose.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” 

“What’s wrong with it?” I glanced down at my sweater, a worn piece of fabric riddled with holes—just like my soul. It was what I had been wearing all day, and it sufficed. 

“It has holes in it.”

“And?” I shot back, genuinely baffled. It was just clothing—a shield against the chill of the world.

“Are you making a fashion statement? You do know grunge was over twenty years ago? I know you live in Seattle and all, but I’m not digging the Kurt Cobain look… at all.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I muttered, irritation bubbling beneath my skin. “I’m starting to regret bringing you to this.”

“Relax, it’s just beers with Hobi and Serena,” she said, rolling her eyes like I was some petulant child.

I raked a hand through my hair, but it sprang back defiantly, so I slapped on a beanie to cover the chaos.

“You know, Yoongi, it wouldn’t hurt to wash your hair once in a while. How are you going to meet any cute girls?”

Here we go again.

“Yoonji, would you get off my case? I don’t want to meet anybody.” 

Yoonji dropped in at least once a month, a whirlwind of concern and relentless nagging. She never believed me when I claimed to be fine over the phone. 

It was endearing, in a way, but mostly a burden I didn’t need. My family was my anchor, yet their relentless need to take care of me felt like shackles.

“Okay, okay... let’s go then.” 

“It’s just beers, for crying out loud.” 

“I’m telling you to relax.” 

In the car, I felt her eyes boring into me. “It’s just... I worry about you.” She brushed her hand along my arm, and I sighed.

“I’m fine,” I insisted, but I could see the disbelief flickering across her face. “Really. I’m just tired of school. I want to start real life already. I’ll be twenty-six this summer, and I’m still stuck in this academic limbo.”

“Hell, I’m twenty-seven!” Hoseok said when we arrived at the bar, lifting his pint in a mock salute. “And look at all the fuck I give!” He downed it with a flourish.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I shot back.

“Hey,” Serena interjected, her tone warning.

“It’s okay…” Hoseok waved dismissively. “He’s just got a bad case of graduate bitterness.”

Graduate bitterness... yes, that was exactly it. A malaise that settled in my bones like a persistent chill. I glanced around, my throat tightening as if the weight of my uncertainty was squeezing the life out of me.

I led the undergrad through the winding corridors of the building, our footsteps echoing like whispers in the shadows. She walked beside me in near silence, her gaze occasionally darting down to her notepad, scribbling furiously as if the ink might escape her. If only she spent as much time observing her surroundings as she did with her frantic notes, she wouldn’t need them to find her way back to the sequencing facility.

There was something peculiar about her. She avoided meeting my eyes, her demeanor skirting the edges of unease, a deep-seated shyness that pricked at my irritation. And Hoseok thinks I’m the antisocial one!

As we turned a corner, I pondered the unspoken rules of social behavior in the lab when we suddenly bumped into Jungkook Wand, another graduate student known for his knack for lurking around.

“Min,” he greeted, his gaze fixated on my undergrad, likely eyeing her in that ridiculous lab coat that looked like it had seen better days. Why she insisted on wearing that tattered garment was beyond me.

“We missed you at happy hour,” he added, his eyes still glued to her, ignoring me completely.

Every Friday, the department hosted a gathering that, while lame, at least offered beer. Last week, Yoonji was visiting, and I wouldn’t have dreamed of dragging her into that debacle.

“Yeah, my cousin was in town,” I managed, trying to shake off the feeling of being an afterthought.

Jungkook’s smile widened as he turned his attention to her. I should probably introduce them, but for the life of me, her name eluded me. Panic set in like a cold sweat.

“Hi,” Jungkook said, flashing a grin that felt a bit too eager.

Shit. What was her name again?

The girl glanced up at me, and a flash of annoyance crossed her features, as if she could read my mind. “I’m Y/N,” she said, her voice laced with indignation as she extended her hand. The scowl she shot me could peel paint off the walls.

Y/N. The name landed in my mind like a lead weight. How had I forgotten it?

Before I could muster an excuse, Jungkook was launching into conversation, his gaze lingering on her with a familiarity that irked me. I didn’t like Jungkook, nor the way he looked at my undergrad, so I steered her away from him, back toward the safety of the lab.

Now, what was her name again? Damn it.

The following week, I was knee-deep in sequence alignments at my cluttered desk when the fire alarm shrieked, slicing through the stillness like a knife. I turned to find my undergrad, her wide eyes betraying sheer panic. 

She thought it was real. In that moment, a mischievous idea sparked in my mind. 

“Run, Becca! Run!” I shouted, leaping from my chair.

“What?” 

The color drained from her face, and I couldn't help but laugh as confusion and fear played out across her features— priceless. I doubled over, laughter bubbling out like soda from a shaken can. 

The alarm blared on, drowning out her startled gasp as she clutched a rack of tubes, trembling. “It’s just a fire drill! Relax!” I finally managed to gasp.

She set the tubes down, took a deep breath, and shot me a glare, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “That was not funny,” she huffed, her voice laced with indignation. “And my name is Y/N!”

With that, she stormed off, leaving me with echoes of my laughter still ringing in my ears. 

Oh, being social was unexpectedly entertaining!

The fire alarms continued to test my patience, ringing again and again. Each time, I chuckled at the memory of her startled expression. Now, standing outside for what felt like the fifth time, I glanced sideways at Y/N, who was shifting her weight from foot to foot, hands shoved into her pockets. 

“Want to grab some coffee?” I asked, feeling an odd urge to make amends.

She blinked at me, surprise flickering across her face as if she couldn’t believe I was actually talking to her.

The cafeteria at the library was our destination, and we walked in silence, the clouds parting for a moment to let in the faintest hint of sunshine. 

As we stood in line, I noticed her tense shoulders. Suddenly, she muttered a string of curses under her breath. Before I could react, her arm was around mine, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, bewildered.

She maintained her smile but released me, stepping in front. “Say something funny,” she ordered, her voice low and urgent.

“What?”

Then she erupted in laughter, leaving me standing there in utter confusion.

She pressed a hand against my chest, and I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or alarmed. Was this how lab partners acted in her world?

But just as quickly as the laughter came, it faded, and she stepped back, looking sheepish, as if the moment had been a strange dream.

I moved up in line to get my coffee. “Do you want anything?”

“No, thanks,” she replied, shaking her head. I decided to drop the subject entirely.

As we started heading back, she caught up to me, her expression suddenly earnest. “I’m sorry,” she blurted. “There’s this guy, Jonah. He won’t take a hint. I thought if he saw me with someone…”

I tuned out her words, her rhythm a blur as I realized just how bizarre everything was.

Could undergrads get any weirder?

Sitting alone on a bench Wednesday afternoon, I savored the solitude when Jungkook appeared, looming over me like a vulture. 

“Min,” he said, his tone dripping with false familiarity.

I glared at him, not in the mood for whatever nonsense he was about to spill. 

“Where’s that cute little thing you were with?” 

“Who?”

“You know, the one in the colorful lab coat.”

Colorful? I snorted, recalling the eyesore she wore.

“She’s not here,” I replied curtly.

“Got her number?”

“Why would I have her number? And why do you want it?”

He raised his eyebrows, a smirk spreading across his face. “You know… you and her…”

I cut him off, anger flaring in my chest. “Me and her what?”

“Is she up for grabs?”

I couldn’t believe he’d come to my lab just to ask about her.

“Jungkook, she’s an undergrad.”

He laughed, completely oblivious. “Dude, have you looked at her? She’s fine.”

“Yeah, and she’s crazy.”

“Even better!” His expression made my stomach churn.

“I don’t have her number, and if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you.”

With that, I shoved my earbuds in, blocking him out as he stormed off, his words echoing in my mind.

Fucking creep.

Even though it was Friday—one of those days Y/N usually avoided—the lab felt off-kilter, like an old, rickety house holding its breath. She hovered at my desk while I pulled up the sequencing results on my laptop. Last night, I’d sent her a simple email, expecting a casual response. But her reply had come back faster than a ghost in the night. She wanted to see the data today.

As we sat there, the silence between us thickened, almost palpable. Her face was a mask of concentration, but her expressions kept faltering, crumpling like old paper. Not that I cared too much; she had to learn that research was 90% disappointment wrapped in frustration.

“Why didn’t it work?” she asked, her voice tinged with sadness, as if she were mourning a lost hope.

“Maybe you made a mistake?” I suggested, trying to sound casual.

“I was very careful,” she shot back, defensive, her eyes narrowing like a predator ready to pounce.

How typical. Pre-med students always thought they were immune to failure, that the universe owed them success on a silver platter.

“It happens,” I shrugged, trying to dismiss the tension.

“I don’t understand,” she said, her brows knitting together.

“There's a reason it’s called research. If you only had to do it once, it would be called a search.”

“So, what do I do now?”

“You start over.”

“From the beginning?” Her voice trembled, disbelief flickering in her eyes.

“Yeah.”

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she gazed at her notebook, defeated. Her eyes flitted to the calendar on the wall, and her pencil scratched furiously on the pad. “Can I come tomorrow? I want to have cells growing by Monday.”

Her eagerness surprised me. I added “overachiever” to the growing list of quirks that made Y/N so peculiar.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I know that.”

“Don’t you have a frat party to attend?” I quipped, but her glare silenced me, a reprimand that cut through the lab's sterile air. “Fine, come tomorrow,” I relented, knowing I’d be here anyway. Weekends in the lab were the best; no distractions, just the hum of machinery and the click of keys.

“Awesomesauce!” she chirped, her smile lighting up the dim room. I rolled my eyes, annoyed yet impressed by her determination. Maybe, just maybe, she had what it took for grad school after all.

Saturdays were sacred—my little slice of peace amid the storm of classes and lab reports. After a killer morning workout, I made my way back to the lab, my damp hair fluttering in the cool breeze. Just as I settled into my zone, my phone buzzed with a message that snapped me back to reality. 

“Mr. Graduate Student, I’m at the front of the building. Y/N.”

I chuckled, shaking my head at her cheesy attempt at humor. By the time I reached the entrance, I found her wrestling with her hair, tying it up into a high ponytail that looked like it could give anyone a headache just by looking at it. But when she caught sight of me, her face lit up with a grin that could brighten the cloudiest day.

“Very funny,” I replied dryly as I held the door open for her. “It’s Yoongi, remember?”

As we stepped inside, the silence stretched between us, thick and awkward. I considered tossing out a quip about her hairstyle or her lab coat, but then a mischievous prank began to brew in my mind—dark and delightful, like a noxious weed spreading through my thoughts.

“Start your experiment from scratch,” I said, forcing a serious tone. “Could be that my reagents were contaminated.”

Her eyes widened, and I could barely suppress a smirk. It was a complete lie, of course; the old autoclave in the corner was already wheezing like an ancient beast. But picturing her panic was too tempting. 

Settling at my bench, I could barely contain my excitement. But instead of the expected rush of alarm, there was a loud crash—glass shattering like a million tiny dreams—and then silence. 

What the hell was that?

I found her on the floor, surrounded by shards of glass that sparkled like lost hopes. The autoclave hissed and wheezed, steam curling around us like a ghost. I rushed to her side, trying to stem the leak with my hands. 

“What happened?” I asked, crouching beside her. She looked like a wilted flower, her head buried in her knees, eyes squeezed shut.

“Are you okay?” I tried again, dread pooling in my stomach as I saw her trembling hands. Her breath came in quick bursts, and my heart raced. 

She mumbled something I couldn’t catch, her palm pressed hard against her leg. “Let me see,” I urged, only to be hit with a wave of horror: a deep gash across her palm, crimson pooling onto the cold tiles.

Oh, no...

Panic surged as I scooped her up, her fragile body slumping against mine. “You’re okay,” I whispered, the words feeling hollow. “It’s okay.” 

I hurried her to the sink, the cool water a sharp contrast to the rising heat in the lab. She buried her face in my chest, her panic palpable against my shirt. 

“Is there still blood?” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“Mostly gone. But we need to get to the ER,” I insisted, urgency tightening my tone.

She groaned, eyes still shut tight, her composure slipping away. 

“Please, open your eyes,” I pleaded, gently lifting her chin. I rubbed my thumb along her cheek, trying to anchor her to reality.

“Can you walk?” 

She nodded weakly, but when she tried to stand, her legs buckled. I swept her back up, panic clawing at my throat. 

What have I done? The air felt thick with dread, and I knew I had to get her out of there. 

I carried her to my car, the world outside fading into a blur, as if the universe was holding its breath. Carefully, I placed her in the passenger seat, her eyes still shut like she was blocking out the horrors around us. I fastened her seatbelt, feeling the weight of the moment. "Please say something," I urged, glancing at her, desperate for any sign of life.

"I hate blood," she mumbled, voice fragile.

Relief washed over me—she was talking. It struck me as strange that a pre-med student would detest blood. "Are you still dizzy?" 

She nodded, and my heart sank at her admission. The crease in her forehead deepened, and I wanted nothing more than to smooth it away.

"We’ll be at the hospital in ten minutes," I promised, focusing on the road ahead.

"Would you distract me, so I don’t think about the blood?" 

"I don’t know how," I admitted sheepishly.

"Say something funny." 

"Funny? Okay. It’s pretty funny that you want to go to med school and you faint at the sight of blood." 

"Who says I'm pre-med?" she shot back, and I blinked in surprise.

"You're not?" 

"No, and that really wasn’t funny. Talking about blood isn’t going to help me forget about it." 

Frustration clawed at me as I struggled for something to say. 

"What do you want me to say?" 

"Don’t you know any jokes?" There was an edge of frustration in her voice.

"No." 

"Everyone knows at least one joke, Yoongi." The way she said my name sent a jolt through me, tightening my stomach with something close to admiration.

Before I knew it, I blurted out the lamest joke I could remember from college. "Two hydrogen atoms walk into a bar," I began, watching her lips twitch upward. "One says, ‘I think I've lost an electron.’ The other asks, ‘Are you sure?’ The first replies, ‘Yes. I'm positive.’"

I cringed at how cheesy it was, but when her smile finally broke through, it felt like winning the lottery.

"That was lame," she said, but the glimmer of her smile gave me hope.

At a red light, I risked a glance at her. Her eyes were still closed, but the pale green tint to her skin had faded, replaced by a healthy glow. My heart swelled with relief.

The driver behind me honked impatiently, snapping me back to reality.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, noticing her fingers curling around her injured wrist. 

She nodded, a pout forming on her lips that made my heart ache. I nearly missed a stop sign, cursing under my breath.

"God, I’m such a jerk," I muttered, guilt gnawing at me. I had messed up, all in the name of a stupid joke. I racked my brain for something else to say but came up empty.

"I don’t know any more jokes, but I was good at geeky pickup lines back in college," I offered, desperate to lift her spirits. Her smile returned, lighting up the car.

"This better be good," she warned teasingly.

"If I were an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase, so I could unzip your genes." 

"Oh my God," she snorted, and I laughed, relieved to see her react. "Did you use that on anybody?" 

"Maybe," I hinted, my chest tightening with excitement.

"Did it work?" 

"No," I admitted, but I was laughing now, and she was grinning, even with her eyes still closed. I was determined to keep her smiling. 

"Oh! Do you like The Police?" 

"The police?" She frowned, confusion crossing her features.

"Yeah…" 

"As in the profession?" 

"No, you dork. The band. Sting's band?" 

"Oh, yeah. I guess." She shrugged.

And against my better judgment, I cleared my throat and began singing. "Every bond you break… Every electron you take…"

Finally, her eyes fluttered open, surprise and delight dancing across her face. I couldn’t help but wiggle my eyebrows, and her smile broadened, banishing the shadows of panic. "Oh, can’t you see, you’re covalently bonded to me…" I sang, pouring my energy into the ridiculousness of it. Nothing felt more beautiful than the light in her eyes. 

How had I never noticed how amazing her smile was before?

We pulled into the University’s Medical Center in under ten minutes, just like I expected. I parked quickly and rushed around to help her out, but she stumbled out on her own, nearly losing her balance. I caught her just before she could face plant onto the pavement—or worse, land hard on her injured hand.

I could feel irritation bubbling up inside me. Did she really think I wouldn’t help? Sure, I was an idiot sometimes, but I still had a decent sense of gentlemanly instincts. 

“Can you walk?” I asked, keeping my hand around her elbow as we approached the entrance.

“I think so,” she replied softly, but I kept my grip steady, guiding her into the emergency room. 

Inside, a flicker of relief hit me—the place was nearly empty, and we should get seen fairly quickly. “Hello,” I said to the front desk lady, who was glued to her computer screen. She glanced up, her expression completely bored, and didn’t reply. Instant dislike. 

“She cut her hand, and it looks deep,” I said, gesturing toward Y/N beside me.

“Name?” The front desk lady’s question hung in the air like a sword about to drop, and suddenly, I froze.

Goddammit…

She didn’t mean my name. My stomach twisted as I desperately searched my memory. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten her name again.

It starts with a B, doesn’t it? I racked my brain, stalling as the front desk lady’s eyebrows shot up impatiently.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” came the shaky voice next to me, cutting through my fog of embarrassment.

God, I was such an idiot! I wanted to punch myself for being so careless.

I looked at her—Y/N—and even though she shook her head, a grin crept onto the corner of her mouth. Maybe, just maybe, I was forgiven. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… I repeated silently, determined that this time I would remember.

I was convinced that the “doctor” tending to Y/N wasn’t a real doctor—not yet, anyway. He claimed the cut wasn’t deep and that it hadn’t damaged any tendons or nerves. He even said it was clean enough to glue shut, which apparently was a thing now. But my gut twisted with doubt; something about him set off alarms in my head.

Y/N had her eyes squeezed shut, clutching my hand like it was a lifeline while this wannabe physician—Doogie Howser, I mentally dubbed him—cleaned her wound. She perched on the examination table, her injured hand resting on a tray beside her, as I stood behind her, anxiety tightening my chest. In the chaos of her injury and my desperate attempts to care for her, her ponytail had loosened, hanging low at the nape of her neck. A sudden curiosity gripped me: What would her hair look like, cascading down like a waterfall?

“Y/N,” I whispered, leaning closer, needing to say her name again, to engrain it into my memory. “Breathe through your mouth. It’ll help.”

I lingered near her neck, unable to pull away, drawn by something I couldn’t quite name. I tried to find the words to describe her scent—something fresh, like the morning air spilling through an open window—but words failed me. I’d caught a hint of it earlier when I held her close at the sink, but now, in the confined space of the ER, it enveloped me, bringing back echoes of happier times.

Y/N smelled good—no, different. Refreshing, like the world waking up after a long sleep. And I was trapped in this moment, lost in the intoxicating blend of her presence and the sterile smell of antiseptic.

Every time she flinched, my instinct was to lash out at Doogie. I wanted to punch him for every wince that slipped from her lips, but I knew that wouldn’t help; it might just make things worse. I fought against the urge to ask the nurse for someone else to help her, terrified to leave her side. So I stayed, fingers entwined with hers, trying to offer some measure of comfort in the storm of uncertainty.

When Doogie finished and began to bandage her hand, I felt a wave of relief wash over me as she released her grip. I stepped back, taking a breath that felt heavy in my chest. Tension still coiled inside me; I hated that she’d gotten hurt, but a part of me marveled at her resilience. Despite her aversion to blood, she had held herself together with a strength I hadn’t given her credit for. There was more to Y/N than I realized, and that realization struck me hard.

“Listen, I’m really sorry,” I said once we were back in the car, the weight of guilt pressing down on me.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault I’m such a klutz.” She offered a radiant smile that twisted my insides with guilt all over again.

“So, what happened?” I asked tentatively, hoping against hope that this wasn’t really my fault.

“I was carrying a rack of test tubes when that thing started shooting vapor out. I freaked out. I thought it was going to explode! So I dropped the tubes and cut my hand trying to pick them up,” she admitted, embarrassment creeping into her voice as she stared down at her hands.

I should have known...

“Shit…” I thumped my head against the steering wheel, frustration bubbling up inside me.

“Hey, stop.” Her hand reached up to my shoulder, a gentle gesture that only deepened my self-loathing. “You couldn’t possibly have known that thing was going to start leaking, right?” I peeked at her, guilt etched on my face. She scrutinized me, her brow furrowing as realization dawned. “You did know, didn’t you?” Her hand dropped from my shoulder, and I felt the accusation hanging between us like a thick fog.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” I said earnestly, trying to convey the depth of my regret, how much I hated myself for her injury.

“You’re unbelievably cruel!” she shot back, eyebrows knitting together as she glared at me.

She was right, but I felt compelled to explain. “There wasn’t any risk of you getting hurt. The door just leaks a little vapor. I was going to close it after you got scared. It was a stupid joke, Y/N. You weren’t supposed to get hurt.”

“Well, excuse me for ruining your prank,” she snapped, rolling her eyes and turning away from me.

Sarcasm. Just lovely.

“I am truly sorry. Can you forgive me?” I asked, keeping my gaze on her even though she pointedly avoided me.

“Whatever, Yoongi.” She shrugged, irritation radiating from her as she stared out the window.

I wanted to tell her she was acting like a child, but I held my tongue, knowing that teasing her wouldn’t help my case. Instead, I focused on driving, ruminating on how to make this right again.

How the hell do I fix this?

“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I said to Y/N, trying to sound calm even though a knot twisted in my stomach as I parked in front of the research building.

“This is really not necessary, Yoongi. I’m fine,” she replied, brushing off my concern.

“Y/N, can you please, just for once, not contradict me?” I shot back, frustration bubbling under the surface.

“I never contradict you!” she protested, eyes wide in disbelief.

I fixed her with a glare until the tension between us shifted, and a small smile broke through her pout as I climbed out of the car. Maybe I was getting through to her, even just a little.

I dashed into the lab to grab her bag, but was abruptly halted when I spotted Jimin hunched over her bench. An urge to warn Y/N about the mess brewing in the autoclave room hit me hard. 

“Jimin?” I called, feeling an unusual tension in the air as he turned to me, eyes wide like I’d just spoken an alien dialect. We rarely exchanged more than necessary pleasantries. “There’s a big mess in the autoclave room. I’ll be right back to clean it up.”

“And you’re telling me this why?” he shot back, still looking as confused as a cat in a dog park.

“There’s a bunch of glass… I don’t know. My undergrad—she dropped the tubes. I—” The words tumbled out in a jumbled mess, and Jimin continued to stare at me like I’d just pulled a rabbit out of a hat. “Never mind,” I muttered, eager to escape the awkwardness.

“How’s that for a change? First, you have her doing your chores, and now you’re cleaning up after her,” he called after me.

I spun around to glare at him, irritation sparking. Sure, he was right, but I had bigger problems than petty lab gossip. I left him behind, shaking off the encounter.

When I climbed back into the car, Y/N was waiting for me, eyebrow raised, holding a CD case. My stomach dropped as I recognized it—my mom’s treasured Carpenters album.

“Really, Yoongi?” she asked, her smile widening. “The Carpenters? Okay, cool.” She casually tucked the CD case back into the glove box.

She was teasing me—smiling at me. That had to be a good sign, right? Maybe she had forgiven me after all.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on her face, how her smile lit up the whole car. It was stunning; how had I never noticed it before? A pang of regret hit me for all the moments I had let slip by.

“Are you okay?” Y/N’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just—uh, how’s your living situation?” I mumbled as I started the car and drove off, reminding myself to keep it together. She’s just an undergrad, I thought, shaking off the flutter in my stomach.

As I parked in front of her building, my chest tightened again. I was still angry—mostly at myself—for letting her get hurt. I wouldn’t feel at ease until she was safely tucked inside her apartment.

“Are you still dizzy?” I asked, unable to hide the concern in my voice.

“I think I’m all right now,” she replied, a small grin dancing on her lips.

Would it be weird if I walked her to her door? Did guys still do that? It had been ages since I’d been on a date. What was the protocol these days?

What the hell am I thinking? This isn’t a date.

But she didn’t look a hundred percent. Maybe carrying her bag would help. I climbed out of the car, and she shot me a bewildered look as I opened her door.

“I’ll feel better once I know you’re safe inside,” I insisted, my voice firm.

“I’m fine. You don’t hav—”

“Please, humor me,” I interrupted.

Y/N hesitated, then took my hand as she stumbled out of the car. I grabbed her backpack, and we walked inside together, a strange sense of connection warming the air between us.

At her door, she paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. When she turned to look at me, her brown eyes sparkled with something I couldn’t quite pin down.

“I’ll see you Tuesday then,” I said, handing her the bag.

“Yes. Tuesday.” Her gaze flickered up through her long lashes, and I was momentarily mesmerized. “Not Monday.” A playful grin crept across her face, and I felt my breath catch at the sight of her eyes crinkling with delight. “You know why not Monday?”

I was still entranced by her smile and completely missed the point she was trying to make. “Because rainy days and Mondays always get me down,” she said, and heat rushed to my cheeks.

Great… she’s making fun of me.

I took a deep breath and snorted, forcing myself to look away from her lips. “You’re such a dork, Y/N. How long have you been waiting to say that?”

“Too long.” Her giggle sent my heart racing, a rhythm I couldn't ignore.

“Good night, Y/N,” I replied, managing a smile despite my racing heart.

As I walked back to my car, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the window and was horrified to find myself grinning like a fool. I frowned and climbed inside, but before I could drive away, I pulled my mom’s CD from the glove box, popped it in, and began to hum along.

Why do birds suddenly appear… every time… you are near?

I slammed on the brakes and hit the eject button.

Holy shit, what the hell is wrong with me?

Thankfully, when I returned to the lab, Jimin was gone. I started cleaning up the autoclave room, picking up shards of glass and mopping away the blood from the floor. As I worked, I spotted Y/N’s lab coat next to the sink, and my heart sank. It didn’t look festive anymore; it resembled a tattered Halloween costume.

Shit… She loved that ridiculous thing, and now it was ruined.

Before I knew it, I found myself washing the lab coat. I tried everything, even bleach. When I was done, the blood stains had vanished, but so had the whimsical bacteria drawings she’d painstakingly decorated it with.

Fuck my life...

When Hoseok called, I told him the chances of me making it to Serena’s party were slim. “I’m stuck in the lab and still have a long way to go,” I said, leaving out the details of my time spent doodling on a lab coat that now looked like a toddler’s art project. I also didn’t mention that I was starting Y/N’s experiment along with my own.

After inspecting the now-ruined lab coat, I realized I couldn’t give it back to her. Tossing it felt wrong, though—I’d just spent hours on the damn thing. So, I wrapped it in a plastic bag and tucked it under my desk, trying to forget it existed.

I left the lab after two in the morning, exhausted but restless. My mind buzzed with thoughts, not about experiments this time, but about Y/N—how she had gotten hurt because of me, and yet she hadn’t unleashed her fury. Somehow, she felt bigger than this. Bigger than me.

God, I’ve been such an asshole.

Images of her haunted me throughout the night. The way she smiled at my lame jokes, how she laughed at my terrible rendition of “Every Breath You Take.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sung to someone, not since my mom had forced me to sing The Carpenters with her. I turned over in bed, a smile creeping onto my face at the memory.

I didn’t have to be a jerk to Y/N anymore. I didn’t want to be. It wasn’t her fault grad school was a pain. If anything, having her around made it bearable. Maybe I could lighten up a bit… or maybe we could both learn something from this. No, I wanted to be nicer to her. I wanted to see her smile.

I want to make her smile?

First The Carpenters, now this?

When did I turn into such a marshmallow?

Monday night in the dingy gym felt like a scene straight out of a bad movie. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow that did nothing to uplift the atmosphere. Hoseok and I were at the bench press, trading off sets like two battered soldiers in a war that would never be chronicled. I stood behind him, bracing for the weight, but my gaze was pulled away, caught in the orbit of something infinitely more captivating.

There she was—Y/N—effortlessly gliding on the treadmill like she was born to run. Her ponytail swung rhythmically with each stride, a pendulum marking the time as she jogged. My breath hitched, a tightening in my chest as I let my eyes wander down her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine. And then—oh God—those shorts. Tiny and black, they hugged her body in a way that made my heart race uncontrollably.

The fabric didn’t just cling; it cradled her curves, indenting just enough in the middle to draw the eye downwards. I could almost feel the heat radiating off her skin, my mind spiraling into places I really didn’t want it to go.

“Dude! Hold the bar, would ya?” Hoseok’s voice jolted me from my daze. I blinked hard, shaking off the spell as I refocused on the weights pressing down on him.

“Right, sorry,” I mumbled, fumbling with the bar as I lifted it off him.

Hoseok wiped the sweat from his brow, the glistening drops catching the unforgiving light. I tried desperately to keep my thoughts in check, to suppress the smirk that threatened to creep onto my face, but my eyes betrayed me, fixating once more on Y/N’s ass as it bounced with every determined step on the treadmill.

“What is it?” Hoseok shot me a sideways glance, amusement dancing in his eyes. He knew. Damn him. “You look like a kid in a candy store.”

“Nothing,” I shot back, the word cracking like ice beneath my weight. I raked a hand through my hair, feeling more like a deer caught in headlights than a man. “That’s... um... that’s my undergrad.”

“Your undergrad?” He nearly shouted, and I winced at the volume.

“Shut up!” I hissed, heat creeping up my neck.

“She’s your undergrad?” He lowered his voice, his tone conspiratorial, as if we were discussing some top-secret mission.

“Yes,” I said, willing myself to tear my gaze from Y/N and muster some semblance of composure. “I don’t know why she’s here. This is the first time I’ve seen her in this gym.”

“Are you kidding?” Hoseok replied, incredulous. “She’s here all the time! You’ve just never noticed because you’re practically blind.”

My eyes darted back to her. She was still running, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing behind me. Could Hoseok really be right? Had I been so wrapped up in my own world that I hadn’t seen her before?

But then again, I didn’t recognize anyone else in this place. I came here every day—every damn day—and not one face looked familiar. Blind. I was completely blind.

And yet, here I was, rooted to the spot, entranced by the hypnotic sway of her hips, the way her legs flexed with each determined stride. It was as if she had cast a spell over me, one I didn’t want to break. But I had to; I was standing there like a moron, the weight of Hoseok’s gaze a smirk stretched across his face as he shifted to take his place on the bench.

“Yoongi!” he called, pulling me from my daydream. “It’s your turn.”

I shook my head as if waking up from a fog and stepped to the bench, but my mind remained tangled in thoughts of what I’d just seen. Y/N’s form, bouncing like it was teasing me, was too much. Too distracting. My body was responding in ways I hadn’t felt in years, and it took every ounce of willpower to focus on lifting weights instead of ogling her.

Then, as if she sensed my eyes on her, Y/N turned her head slightly, her gaze locking with mine. For a brief moment, the world melted away—the gym, the weight, the noise—all faded into the background as our eyes met. She faltered on the treadmill, her grip tightening on the bars like a lifeline before she recovered just in time.

What was I doing? I didn’t realize I was moving until I stood beside her, the tension thick enough to slice through the air.

“Hi,” I managed, the word slipping out like a confession.

“Hi?” Her smile lit up the stale space between us, brightening everything. “Who are you and what did you do to my bitter grad student?”

“What?” I stammered, disbelief knotting my stomach. “You’ve seen me here before?”

*Her eyes rolled in a way that was both exasperating and endearing. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m saying hi now. So, hi.”

“Hi…” she giggled, and I felt a low groan bubble up from my chest. What was happening? I hated how she made me feel, how she toppled everything I thought I had under control.

“How’s your hand?” I asked, grasping for something to anchor myself in this whirlwind of emotions.

“It’s fine,” she said, lifting her bandaged hand like it was a trophy. But I was lost, mesmerized by the way her lips moved, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, and how the sweat glistened on her skin.

I needed to leave before my body betrayed me further. “Um, I should go,” I interrupted, offering a shaky goodbye as I fled, a whirlwind of confusion and unwanted desire crashing over me.

What the hell was happening to me?

I ran home, my legs pumping, heart racing, trying to outrun the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. It had been four years since Estelle, and the memory felt as distant as a long-forgotten dream. But Y/N was everywhere now, invading my thoughts—her freckles, her laugh, those bangs that had once annoyed me but now framed her face like a masterpiece.

I stormed through my apartment, shedding my sweat-soaked clothes, bewildered by this tempest of feelings. I couldn’t fathom why it had taken me so long to notice her, why she had pierced through the fog of my indifference and settled in my mind like an unwelcome guest.

In the shower, the warm water cascaded over me, soothing yet insufficient to wash away the turmoil. She was a kid, for Christ’s sake! Nineteen? Twenty? Too young, too innocent for someone like me. I banged my head against the tiled wall, cursing my own weakness.

And yet, even as I stood there, I could feel her presence lingering, like a ghost clinging to the edges of my consciousness—a haunting I couldn’t shake. Was I becoming one of those men who pursued young girls, crossing lines drawn in the sand, sliding down that slippery slope of desire? The universe had a wicked sense of humor.

God, I hoped I wouldn’t see her again at the gym. The very thought sent a chill down my spine—a mix of longing and guilt. But there I was, fantasizing about her hands instead of my own.

When did I become such a creep?

I’m in a foul mood. Not a glimmer of sunshine inside me, just the dense fog of irritability that seems to thicken the air around me. Maybe it’s the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders, or maybe it’s just Tuesday. Either way, I know I’ll probably regret having lunch with Hoseok today, but deep down, I’m still holding onto the hope that, by some miracle, he didn’t notice my bizarre behavior at the gym last night.

As I step into the lunchroom, Hoseok’s voice slices through the stillness. “What the heck happened to you yesterday?”

Well, so much for miracles.

“Nothing. Why?” I try to sound casual as I toss my food into the microwave, but my heart races in protest.

“Nothing? You nearly killed me, bolted off to talk to Y/N, and then stormed out. That seems normal to you?” He raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.

I shrug, feigning indifference, but my stomach twists.

“We were supposed to have drinks with Serena and her friend with the—” he gestures dramatically, “the big personality.”

“Listen, you and Serena need to stop setting me up with her friends.”

“Why? Did you take a vow of celibacy or something?”

“I’m just not in the mood for this today, Hoseok.” I plop down in a chair, my food forgotten.

“Is it because of Y/N?” he asks, cheeks bulging with half-chewed food.

“No,” I reply, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “And her name is Y/N, by the way.”

“OH. MY. GOSH. It is! You’re totally crushing on her!” Hoseok leaps from his chair, fork aimed at me like a weapon. His eyes widen as if he’s just uncovered a major conspiracy.

“What? NO!”

“Dude, you remembered her name!” He plops back down beside me, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Hoseok, what does that—”

“Oh man. This is too good... like, really, really good.” His grin is the kind that makes me want to punch him—or maybe just smack some sense into him.

“Hoseok, please. Just for one day…” I rub my forehead, trying to ease the confusion tightening my temples. The last thing I need is Hoseok’s theories swirling around my mind like a chaotic storm.

“Okay, okay…” He continues to chew, stealing glances at me every few seconds. “So, when’s Yoonji coming?” he asks, smirking, and I shoot him a glare that could curdle milk.

So what if I remembered her name? It hardly means anything. I’ve been working with her for weeks now. I’m not some clueless idiot; I can remember a name. I don’t care what Hoseok or Yoonji think. This is nothing. This doesn’t mean anything.

Except it does. Because Y/N, not “the girl” or “the undergrad,” is going to be in the lab when I return. And I’m not just aware of it—I’m looking forward to it. I want to see her smile, to hear her laugh.

I want to hear her giggle? Jesus, I need to get a grip on myself.

My bad mood evaporates the moment I spot Y/N at my bench, scribbling away in her notepad. Her hair cascades over her shoulder, wild and free. It should bother me—should send alarm bells ringing—but it doesn’t. It looks soft and inviting, and suddenly, all I want is to run my fingers through it.

Okay… I’ve really lost it now.

And just like that, my bad mood crashes back in.

“I can’t find my lab coat,” she says, tying her hair up with an intensity that almost makes me envious.

I feel a spark of irritation at the safety rules that dictate her hair must be tied back. I find myself imagining the kinds of experiments that would allow her to leave it down, just so I could watch it flow freely.

“Do you know where it could be?” she asks, glancing up at me.

I’ve completely lost track of her words, staring at her blankly.

“My lab coat?” she repeats, tilting her head.

Right… the lab coat.

“Let me get you a new one. That one was all covered in blood.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll wash it.”

“We have lab coats here, Y/N—new ones. I’ll get you one,” I say, moving past her, determination pushing me forward.

She stops me, grabbing my elbow. “Please, can I have my old one back?” Her eyes are wide and earnest, as if I hold the key to some sacred treasure.

A flush of embarrassment rises in me, and instead of confessing, I lie. “I threw it away.”

“What? Why?” Her gaze pierces through my flimsy excuse.

“It was covered in blood!” I bark, frustration bubbling over.

“I could have washed it!” she snaps, defiance igniting her eyes.

“I’m getting you a new one.”

“I don’t want a new one. Is this some cruel joke? Because if it is, I’d really, really like my lab coat back. It means a lot to me.” The shift in her expression from anger to sadness tugs at something deep within me. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, like I’ve just crushed her puppy.

Realization washes over me like a cold wave: I’m making her cry. With a deep sigh, I relent. “Okay, I didn’t get rid of it.”

“Oh thank God,” she breathes, closing her eyes in relief.

“But… I tried to wash it, and the bloodstains wouldn’t come out. I thought it would be a good idea to use bleach. And it was. I mean, it got rid of the bloodstains, but it also erased your drawings.”

“Oh no…” Her eyes fly open, panic etching her features.

“I’m sorry. Can I please get you a new one?” I plead, hoping to smooth over this disaster before it spirals further.

“I would really prefer to have my old one back,” she insists, crossing her arms defiantly, her gaze unwavering.

Jesus! Why does she have to be so difficult?

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” I groan. She’s staring at me like she’s just won the lottery, and I can’t bring myself to back down. “Fine…” I reach under my desk for the bag containing her lab coat and hand it over, feeling like I’m offering her a corpse.

I should have burned the damn thing.

Her gasp as she pulls the coat from the bag makes my stomach drop.

“Oh my gosh!” She turns it around, inspecting the shapes I drew in a moment of misguided creativity. When she spots my pathetic attempt at rewriting “Bacteria Rule” on the back, she giggles, and I swear my heart stumbles.

How do I keep up with her?

One minute, she’s annoyed; the next, she’s crying; now, she’s laughing. It’s like watching a storm change directions on a whim.

“You… did you do this?” She glances up at me, her eyelashes still damp, and my chest tightens painfully.

“Yeah, it looks even more ridiculous now. Didn’t think that was possible. Would you please let me get you a new one?”

“Oh no. I’m wearing this one,” she chirps, slipping her arms into the sleeves like she’s donning a crown.

“Please say you’re kidding.”

“What? It’s perfect!” she beams, buttoning the coat closed, that radiant smile piercing through my irritation.

Even as she parades around in that god-awful coat, all I can think about is pulling her close and kissing her senseless. It’s ridiculous and utterly baffling, but I can’t shake it.

I really must have lost it now.

The morning air felt heavy, thick with a strange malaise that weighed on me like a thick blanket. "So, what's on the agenda for today, Boss?" Y/N chirped, her pen clicking in a cheerful rhythm as she flipped open her notebook, the sound almost irritatingly upbeat.

"Don’t call me Boss," I grumbled, trying to shake off the oppressive darkness that seemed to cling to me like damp fog.

"Okay, Grumpy. What are we doing today?" Her smile was a bright spark against the backdrop of my brooding mood.

I could tell she was trying to be funny, deliberately poking at my irritation. With an exasperated huff, I shoved the list of activities at her. "Try not to mess up this time, Becca."

She took the list with a theatrical pout, and I stifled a real smile beneath my carefully crafted mask of indifference—a skill I'd perfected over the years. 

Her brow furrowed as she scanned the list. "I thought I was starting from scratch."

"You are," I replied, trying to keep my tone as casual as possible.

"But you did all these steps already." She pointed to the initial tasks, her voice laced with disbelief.

"I was bored Saturday," I said, as if boredom were an acceptable excuse for taking the initiative.

Her eyes darted between the list and mine, a spark of awe lighting up her face. "You started my experiment for me?"

The way she looked at me made my skin crawl—a mixture of discomfort and something warmer I didn’t want to acknowledge. I clamped down on my tongue, suppressing the urge to explain myself. 

"You better get cracking, Y/L/N. There's a seminar at four I want to attend."

Her gaze lingered on me a moment longer before she shook it off, returning to her notebook. A sense of relief washed over me. 

We worked in silence, but I could feel her stealing glances at me like a kid peeking into a haunted house. I knew—I just knew—I had crossed some invisible line. What I felt was tangled, a confusion I was desperate to untangle.

"What’s the seminar about?" she asked, her voice light with curiosity as we carried bottles of growth media to the incubators.

"I don’t know," I said, holding the door for her as we entered the incubator room.

"Then why are you going?" She squatted to stow the bottles inside, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain.

"Free food." I shrugged, trying to sound indifferent.

"Seriously?" She looked up at me, disbelief written all over her features.

"Y/N… if you go to grad school, you’ll learn to appreciate the majesty of free food."

When she stood up, she released my hand with a huff, her pride surfacing. "When I go to grad school, I’ll enjoy the seminars, even without the free food."

"Right…" I turned away, shaking my head.

"So, can I come?" she asked shyly, her voice nearly drowned out by the hum of the incubators.

"You want to come to the seminar?" I shot her a skeptical glance.

"Hells to the yeah!" 

I suppressed a snort, the surprise of her enthusiasm bubbling up inside me. "Why?"

"I might learn something."

"Okay, you can come, but the la-la-lab coat stays." 

The thought of her actually being excited about attending a seminar with me sent a strange thrill through my chest, one that both excited and unnerved me.

As we made our way to the seminar, Y/N rattled on about her dreams for grad school, her voice bubbling over with energy. I struggled to interject, her words flowing like a vibrant stream, full of life.

When we reached the seminar room, she shook her head at my heaping plate of food. I settled into my seat, grateful for the chance to hide from the annoyed glances of the people behind us. Y/N plopped down beside me, her nervous energy radiating from her.

"That one with the sweater vest is Prof. Waylon," I said, nodding toward him. "He has a serious case of narcolepsy. Snores through the entire talk but wakes up right on cue to ask the hardest questions."

She giggled, and the sound pierced through the fog that had settled around me.

"And over there, with the red bow tie, is Dr. Amun-Kebi. Brilliant but completely bonkers—he discovered Quorum Sensing, yet can’t make eye contact because he’s too busy staring at the ceiling."

She snorted, laughter bubbling up as she covered her mouth, her joy infectious.

"Then there’s Jin," I continued, "who dresses like he’s going to a board meeting every day. Knows more adjectives than a thesaurus, but his favorite is definitely 'fascinating.'"

I mimicked Jin’s exaggerated tone, and Y/N laughed again, drawing some disapproving throat-clearing from the folks behind us.

"Main point is, Y/N," I said, "science makes you lose your mind. You’ve been warned."

"Oh, I think I can handle it," she replied, winking at me, and my heart twisted painfully in my chest.

As the speaker began, I couldn't help but chuckle when I noticed her furiously scribbling notes as if her life depended on it.

Once the seminar ended, we returned to the lab. Y/N still had work to catch up on after being away for an hour. I’d finished my tasks long ago, but I lingered, a shadow in the corner, unwilling to leave her alone in this sterile, fluorescent-lit space.

She closed her notebook with a satisfying smack and turned to me, her eyes bright. "This is so exciting! I can’t wait to see if it works this time."

"Yeah, you’ll get over it," I said, trying to keep my tone light.

"Have you always been such a grump? Or was there a time when you actually liked what you do?"

Her question hit me like a punch to the gut, catching me off guard. I could feel her gaze piercing through my defenses.

"I like what I do."

"Do you love it?"

Her question hung in the air like a dark cloud, and I found myself lost in a maze of memories, the joy of discovery overshadowed by the weight of expectations. Had there ever been a time when I shared her enthusiasm?

"I don’t really remember," I mumbled, avoiding the truth. "It’s getting late, Y/N. How are you getting home?"

"I’m walking."

"I’m walking too. Let’s go."

Did I used to love what I did? The memory felt elusive, slipping through my fingers like water.

As we walked, Y/N asked, "Why did you decide to go to grad school?"

"Why does anyone?" I shot back, a cryptic smirk teasing my lips.

"To make a difference? To revolutionize the field?"

"Very cute, Y/N."

"It’s not cute. It’s true."

"Is that why you want to go to grad school?"

"Yes. I’ve always wanted to help people. Since medical school is out of the question for me—"

"You’ll get over the smell of blood, Y/N."

"It’s not just that. I get too attached. I’d rather contribute silently from the lab." She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Plus, where would medicine be without science? They’d still be pouring hot oil into wounds!"

I chuckled, a genuine laugh bubbling up like warmth breaking through winter’s chill. "You’re funny." The words slipped out before I could think better of it, and before I could process my thoughts, my fingers brushed against her arm, lingering over the fabric of her hoodie.

She halted, her cheeks tinged pink, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I froze, my hand dropping to my side, panic racing through me. That had to be inappropriate.

"I’ve been called worse," she joked, her smile radiating a warmth that sent shivers down my spine.

We walked on in silence until we reached her building.

"Do you live on campus too?" she asked, fishing for her keys from her bag.

"No. I live in Portage Bay."

"Oh… we passed that already."

"I know."

Suspicion flared in her gaze as she pieced things together, and I felt the weight of my own guilt creeping up on me. She would realize I was that gross old grad student trying to woo the sweet, naive undergrad—the very person I had mocked in others. The thought made my stomach churn.

"I know what you’re doing," she accused, crossing her arms defensively.

Here it comes…

"You feel guilty because I got hurt," she said, her voice steady. "You feel responsible. But you don’t have to do this."

Is that really what she thought?

"You think I’m walking you home out of guilt?" My voice was harsher than I intended, anger bubbling up inside me.

"I know you are."

"You don’t know anything," I spat, turning away, desperate to escape the rising tide of emotions threatening to drown me.

"Yoongi, wait!" she called after me, dread washing over me.

Keep walking… don’t look back.

I couldn’t believe she thought I was being nice out of guilt. I had done nothing but act like a jerk for too long, and now I was about to lose the only flicker of light stupid, lonely world.

God, she had no clue.

Wednesday morning felt heavy with an unsettling quiet when Y/N arrived at the lab a little earlier than usual. I was already there, lurking like a shadow in the corner, unable to shake off the ghosts of a sleepless night. I busied myself with the equipment, clinging to the hope that keeping my distance would somehow quell the anger simmering beneath my skin.

It was confusing, really. I was furious with her—not just because of the injury that haunted my thoughts like a ghost, but because she had twisted my kindness into something it wasn’t. Sure, I felt like a hollow shell, the guilt gnawing at my insides like a rat in a rotting wall, but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy walking her home. Yesterday’s seminar had been a strange kind of fun—the first I’d experienced in what felt like ages.

As I returned to the lab, pretending to check something in my desk drawer, I caught her gaze from across the bench. The way her eyes followed me stirred something deep inside, a mix of frustration and longing I couldn’t quite place. I tried to slip away, but as I turned to leave, her fingers brushed against my elbow.

“Hey, I’m sorry about yesterday,” she said, her voice soft and sincere, those puppy-dog eyes piercing through my defenses. Warmth rushed through me, a strange blend of emotions swirling inside. “It was really nice of you to walk with me. Thank you.”

With a timid smile, she released my arm, leaving me reeling, torn between the urge to pull her back and the need to retreat. Just then, I caught sight of Jimin, his piercing blue eyes wide with suspicion from the shadows of the lab. What the hell?

“You’re welcome,” I muttered dryly to Y/N, my voice almost a growl, before storming away, seeking refuge from the chaos in my head.

In the media preparation room, I paced like a caged animal, cracking my knuckles repeatedly to chase away the madness. This was absurd. I was losing it over a girl—an undergrad—who seemed blissfully unaware of the tempest she stirred within me. Deep breaths. Focus. But I knew this strange obsession wasn’t going anywhere.

When I returned to the lab, I found Jungkook leaning casually against my bench, chatting with Y/N. She wore that timid smile again, twisting something inside me. My hands curled into fists, rage and jealousy flaring up like a wildfire.

“I’ll see you Friday,” Jungkook said, flashing a grin as he sauntered past me. Did he just ask her out? The urge to grab him by the ponytail and shove him to the floor was overwhelming. “What did he want?” I spat, unable to contain the fury boiling within.

“Nothing,” she replied innocently, her attention flitting back to her notebook as if she hadn’t just tossed gasoline on my fire.

“Y/N,” I hissed, slicing through the air with my words, demanding her attention. “What did he want?”

“Nothing important,” she clarified, but her eyes locked onto mine, searching. My resolve wavered. What the hell was wrong with me? The desire to pummel Jungkook quickly transformed into an intense longing to press my lips against that bottom lip she kept biting. The confusion swirled around us, thick and suffocating, and I felt trapped.

Just then, Jimin reentered the lab, breaking the spell that had ensnared us. I stepped back, the tension snapping like a brittle twig, and Y/N sighed, disappointment heavy in the air.

“Are you done?” I asked, my voice cold, each word laced with the weight of my internal turmoil. “I need to use the bench.”

Hurt flickered in her eyes before she masked it, and guilt settled in my stomach like a stone. I tried to focus on my work, but her presence lingered, a distraction gnawing at my concentration until she finally left for the day. This is ridiculous! Why did she affect me so much? I couldn’t keep living like this.

Thursday afternoon arrived, and I maneuvered around Y/N like a ghost. I didn’t want to be a jerk, but the thought of her and Jungkook had me seething. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire, irritation coiling tighter with every passing second. I tried to stick to succinct answers and instructions, but the tension thickened around us like fog.

As we received her sequencing results, I could no longer pretend she didn’t exist. She pulled a chair next to me at my desk, her presence suffocatingly close. My fingers twitched on the mouse, nerves sparking as I avoided glancing her way. She tapped her pen rhythmically; each tap a countdown to my sanity.

“Please, stop that,” I groaned, frustration spilling over.

She halted instantly, a sigh escaping her lips, and my heart sank. I hated feeling this way—trapped between annoyance and an attraction that sent shivers down my spine. How was that even possible?

Finally, the software loaded, and I opened her file. Y/N gasped, and I held my breath as she leaned closer, the tension between us palpable.

“Sample 1. Ran well. Sample 2. Ran well… ran well, ran well, ran well…” All fifty samples had run flawlessly. Impressive. I couldn’t recall a time when every single sequencing reaction had succeeded; there was always a failure or two. Y/N was undeniably skilled.

As I turned to her, a smile crept onto my lips despite myself. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and before I could process it, she squeaked, throwing her arms around my neck. Her warmth enveloped me, her hair brushing against my face, and the world narrowed to just her, the scent of her shampoo intoxicating. My body responded in ways I couldn’t understand.

I shot up from my chair, breaking the spell. “Sorry,” she mumbled, her cheeks a deep crimson, laughter spilling from her lips. “I’m just so happy! They all worked!”

My heart raced, shock coursing through me as I struggled to regain composure. The pull I felt toward her was almost unbearable, thrumming like an electric wire, demanding release.

“Good job,” I managed, forcing my voice to remain steady. But as she smiled at me, her joy tearing through my carefully constructed barriers, I knew I was in deep trouble. I wanted to hold her again, to kiss her until the world faded away. God, I needed help.

As I turned to her, a smile crept onto my lips despite myself. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and before I could process it, she squeaked, throwing her arms around my neck, her warmth enveloping me, her hair brushing against my face. The world narrowed to just her, the scent of her shampoo intoxicating, my body responding in ways I couldn’t understand. 

God, I needed help.

You know those days when nothing seems to go right? When you drag yourself out of bed, and it feels like the universe is playing tricks on you, pushing you back with every step forward? Yeah, today is one of those days. A downright miserable Friday, and I can’t help but feel that the promise of the weekend is just a hollow consolation.

This morning was a disaster. I tossed and turned all night, haunted by thoughts of Y/N. Her smile flickered in my mind like a candle caught in the wind—warm and inviting one moment, then snuffed out the next. The irony is, while I’m relieved I won’t have to face her today, the gnawing uncertainty of whether she’s out with Jungkook weighs heavily in my stomach. Anger simmers beneath my skin, bubbling over in waves I can’t seem to control.

As I step into the lunchroom, the emptiness greets me, broken only by the taunting hum of the microwave. I slam my fist against its cold metal side, frustrated when it refuses to cooperate. It beeps at me, a cruel mockery in the sterile silence. I slam the door shut again, and my temper flares.

“What did the microwave do to you?” A familiar voice cuts through my frustration. It’s Hoseok, ever the jester, his amusement practically radiating off him.

“It’s broken,” I mutter, fingers still mashing buttons like a madman.

“Step away from the microwave,” he orders, a playful yet firm tone in his voice. In two quick moves, he’s heating up my food. “What’s up your ass?”

“Nothing,” I groan, flopping down in a chair with a defeated sigh. “Just one of those days.”

“Why?” 

“It’s just one of those days…” I can’t muster the energy to say more.

“Like, ‘Everything’s messed up and everyone sucks’?” He turns his baseball cap backward, bobbing his head as if ready to launch into a nu-metal anthem.

“Great, Hoseok. Quote Limp Bizkit. That’s really going to help.” I cut him off before he can get into full swing.

“Dude, you’re in a mood. What happened?” His eyes reflect genuine concern as he rummages through the fridge.

“Nothing,” I insist, rising to retrieve my Tupperware.

“Bullshit. I’ve known you for four years. This isn’t just a failed PCR kind of mood.” He crosses his arms, blocking my path.

Part of me wants to spill my guts, but the words feel lodged in my throat. Still, they tumble out. “If I tell you, can you at least try to be mature about it?”

“Mature is my middle name,” he grins, but I can’t help but scowl.

“Fine. It’s Y/N.”

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” 

I bury my face in my hands, feeling the weight of his excitement pressing down on me. “What happened?” he whispers, leaning in, all ears.

“She’s... I don’t know.”

“Come on, man. I’m serious.”

“Yeah, she’s out with Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” Hoseok’s voice rises as if he’s just spotted a raccoon in the hall.

“Jesus, Hoseok!” I hiss. “Keep it down!”

“Sorry.” His whisper is tinged with amusement. “Jungkook fucking Jeon?”

“Yes.” I take a deep breath, frustration bubbling over. “And she’s my undergrad.”

“Puh-lease. Who cares?” 

“I’m at least five years older than her,” I retort.

“The younger, the better.” He waggles his eyebrows, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“Disgusting.”

“Stop brooding, dude. Jeon’s got nothing on you. Go get your girl. She’s fine, and she was always checking you out at the gym—like I told you a thousand times.”

Y/N checking me out? No way. Hoseok’s just being delusional. I shake my head, dismissing his words. This fixation has to end. She’s just my undergrad. That’s all she’ll ever be—at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Happy Hour. The name is ironic, a pathetic excuse for mingling—if you can even call it that. It never lasts an hour, and “happy” is a stretch, but hey, there’s free beer, so here I am. Alone in the corner, I down red cups like they might wash away the grime of the day. By the time Hoseok and Serena finally stroll in, I’ve polished off four.

“You’re here before us. That’s weird,” Serena quips as they approach.

“Thanks for the observation, Captain Obvious.” 

“What’s his problem?” Serena glares at Hoseok, arms crossed.

“He’s in a mood,” Hoseok replies, handing me another red cup that I chug.

“Why?” Her tone is whiny, as if I owe her an explanation.

“Lady problems,” Hoseok shoots back before I can stop him.

“Yoongi has lady problems?” Serena sounds incredulous, as if she’s just discovered a new planet.

“I’m standing right here!” My voice is louder than I intended, laced with irritation.

“So you like a girl, Yoongi. Not the end of the world. I mean, this self-imposed celibacy was bound to end someday. I just wish I knew who she is.” She twists the conversation back to herself, as always.

“It’s not just a girl. It’s his undergrad,” Hoseok interjects, unable to contain his enthusiasm.

“You old perv!” Serena playfully smacks my chest, and I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

“I’m going to get fired,” I murmur, tipping my cup back for the last drops of liquid courage.

“No, you won’t, drama queen.” She dismisses me with a wave, annoyance radiating off her.

“It happens all the time! PIs hit on post-docs, post-docs on grad students, grads on undergrads. What world do you live in?”

“It’s like a jungle,” Hoseok chuckles.

“Shut up, Hoseok,” Serena snaps. “Good news is, now that there’s this girl, you can stop with the emo bitterness. It’s getting old.”

“Fuck you, Serena.”

“Hey, hey now,” Hoseok says, grabbing my arm. “Let’s go get another round.”

When we return, my anger toward Serena simmers just beneath the surface, but I’m too tipsy to think straight. “For your information, Serena, this girl has a name. Her name is Becca. No, wait... it’s Y/N! Dammit!” My palm meets my forehead in a facepalm of pure embarrassment.

“Wow. She must be something special, Yoongi. You don’t even know her name.”

“Baby, stop. He’s drunk, and he’s having a shitty day.”

“Why?” 

“Y/N is out with Jungkook,” Hoseok explains.

“Jeon?” Serena’s expression shifts to one of shock, and they dive into speculation, completely oblivious to my presence.

I shut them out, groaning into my cup as I gulp it down. It’s true. I know it. Jungkook is with Y/N tonight, probably taking her to dinner and drinks, sharing laughs while I’m stuck here. My mind spirals into a dark abyss—what if he kisses her? What if she invites him in? God, I’m sick just thinking about it.

Of all the undergrads in this department, Jungkook Jeon had to go after mine. I hope Y/N gets drunk and spills her drink all over him.

Worst. Hangover. Ever.

Well, maybe not the worst, but it’s definitely up there. My head pounds like a jackhammer, and my stomach feels like a chaotic whirlpool of regret as I stumble into the shower. The hot water cascades over me, a fleeting relief, but all I can think about is how tempting sleep sounds right now. But I have things to do in the lab. Don’t I always?

The apartment is a total disaster zone—a messy tribute to last night’s antics. Red cups are scattered across the coffee table like the remnants of a forgotten battle, and chip crumbs litter the floor like confetti from a party that had long overstayed its welcome. Hoseok and Serena wouldn’t leave me alone last night, terrified I’d do something reckless, so we ended up bringing Happy Hour back to my place. I was just the third wheel, watching them get lost in their own world of laughter and flirting. By the time I woke up on the couch, blanketed by a pile of crumpled chips, they were long gone.

I shuffle into the library, desperate for my usual caffeine fix on the way to the lab, but my stomach is rebelling. Still, I know I’ll need that coffee to survive the day.

Inside, the library feels like a claustrophobic hive of undergrads buzzing around like over-caffeinated bees. It’s overwhelming.

What a nightmare!

I hurry to the coffee line, pouring sugar into my mug like it’s a lifeline. Just as I catch my breath, I spot her—Y/N—sitting at a table surrounded by a fortress of books. Her hair falls like a curtain, hiding her face from view. I can’t help myself; I’m drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

“Hello, Y/N,” I say, sliding into the chair across from her.

She looks up, surprise flickering across her features, and for a moment, my heart races. 

“Oh, so I’m back to being Y/N?” There’s no hint of humor in her voice, only seriousness, and it feels like a punch to the gut.

What’s going on? Where’s the smile that usually lights up her face?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light as I settle in.

“What are you doing here?” she replies, her gaze cool and collected.

“Y/N, please go easy on me today. I’m not feeling great,” I admit, running a hand down my face, feeling every ache from the night before.

“Oh... what’s wrong?” Her stoic facade starts to crumble, replaced by genuine concern, and it warms me a bit.

“Too much beer,” I confess, and the word makes my stomach churn at the memory of my poor choices.

“I see... does that explain this?” She pulls out her phone and turns it toward me.

Grumpy: Becca, you’ve just revealed yourself to have absolutely no taste.

“Who the hell is Grumpy, and why does he call you Becca?” I blurt out, anger bubbling up before I can stop it.

Her eyes widen in disbelief. “You’re the only Grumpy I know.”

“Are you saying I sent you that text?” 

“Yes,” she says, sighing as her eyes drift away like leaves in the wind.

I pull my phone from my pocket, my heart sinking as I check my sent texts.

Well, great…

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes, wishing I could take back last night’s mistakes.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean either. No taste in what? Music? Food? Men?” 

“Men?” I let out a dry laugh. “Jungkook is not a man. He’s a tool.”

“So this is about Jungkook?” she says, gesturing to her phone.

“Yes.” My brain feels sluggish, like I’m moving through molasses.

“Why do you care?” 

“I’m uncomfortable with you dating my classmate,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to appear nonchalant.

“He’s not your classmate, and we’re not dating.”

“We both started our PhDs at the same time in the same program. That makes him my classmate… Wait… you’re not dating?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. We went out for coffee, talked, he asked me out again, and I kindly declined. I’m focused on my studies right now, Yoongi, and I really don’t have room for anything more.”

“Oh…” Relief floods through me, even as my hangover rages on. I might even be smiling.

“Yes, oh indeed. Which brings me back to why you’re sitting here distracting me from my study session.”

“What are you studying?” I ask softly, a smile creeping onto my face, hoping to steer the conversation away from Jungkook.

“I have an organic chemistry exam on Monday.”

“Oh, I see…” I hesitate, but the temptation of spending time with her outweighs my growing pile of work in the lab. “Well, it might just be your lucky day, Y/L/N, because I happen to be an expert in all things organic chemistry.”

“You are?” Her lips curl into a small grin, and I feel a surge of relief wash over me. She’s back.

“I am…” I smile at her. “So, do you want some help?”

“I could use some help.”

Help… yeah… that’s what I’m here for… help.

For the next two hours, I guide Y/N through her organic reaction problem sets, all while ignoring my cooling coffee. She’s a quick study, soaking up the information, and I’m confident she’ll ace her test on Monday.

I keep my hands clasped between my knees—except when I need to draw reactions for her—wanting to hide how my fingers twitch every time she brushes her hair behind her ear.

Y/N is focused on her notebook, but the third time I yawn, she looks up at me.

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, just tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Tell me about it… On average, I get about four hours a night.”

“Four hours? If I don’t get at least six, I get grumpy.”

“Grumpier than this?” she says, waving a hand at me, a smile teasing at her lips.

“This,” I gesture to my chest, “this is the five-hours-of-sleep me.” I stretch, feeling my muscles pull, and I notice her eyes trace down my torso before I quickly pull my shirt down.

Was Y/N checking me out?

“Anyway…” I scramble for a distraction. “It’s healthy to sleep eight hours. I’m all about being healthy.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re an old man.”

“Hey… I’m only twenty-five!”

She laughs, and before I can ask how old she is, her gaze shifts behind me, and I can sense her tension.

“Shit…” she whispers.

“What?”

“Remember that guy I told you about, Jonah Rodgers, the stalker?” Her voice drops to a near whisper, laced with panic.

I wrack my brain, trying to recall. Y/N had a stalker? She looks at me, and it’s clear she knows I’m lost.

“Just play along, please,” she whispers, scooting her chair closer to me. Her hand brushes my knee, and I’m startled by the tentative touch.

A vague memory flickers in my mind—her acting strange around me one day, but it’s obscured by the haze of regret and longing.

Y/N’s gaze is intense, making it hard to focus on anything else. She smiles shyly, then looks down before peeking at me through her thick lashes.

God, what is she doing to me?

I know she’s faking it, pretending for someone else—but I can’t help how my body reacts, how hyper-aware I am of her presence. My hand moves to her cheek, my thumb tracing her soft skin. She blushes, biting her lip, and it sends a jolt through me, a deep ache to pull her closer—bring her lips to mine.

Her hand slides from my knee, brushing my thigh, and I can feel a warmth stirring inside me.

This isn’t real… it can’t be.

She’s still staring at me, and I’m lost in her gaze, wondering what she’s thinking, if she feels it too.

But then, all too soon, her attention darts behind me again.

“He’s gone,” she breathes, relief washing over her. Her hand rubs my thigh one last time before she withdraws. “Thank you.”

I know I should let go, but I can’t. My hand remains on her face, my thumb tracing her cheek while my fingers tangle in the nape of her neck. Her expression shifts, confusion knitting her brow. She reaches for my hand, her fingers enveloping my wrist—her thumb brushing the top of my hand, once, twice—and then she smiles.

But she’s not looking at me seductively anymore. She’s looking at me like she doesn’t understand why I haven’t let go. And honestly? Neither do I.

I drop my hand from her face and stand abruptly.

“I better get to the lab,” I say, running a hand through my disheveled hair. “Good luck on your test.” Her eyes linger on me, confusion clouding her expression as I turn to leave.

I guess the show is over…

I spent the rest of the weekend in the lab, mostly because I had nothing better to do. It felt easier to throw myself into my work than to face the nagging thoughts of Y/N swirling around in my head. Pining after her felt wrong—she was just a kid, my intern, and whatever was brewing inside me needed to stop. I had to keep my distance.

When Y/N walked in on Tuesday, she looked a bit worn out. I wanted to ask her about the test, but I bit my tongue, forcing myself to act indifferent.

As the day wound down, she asked for my help, and I followed her into the dark room. She needed to cut different bands from an agarose gel to purify the DNA. Even though she knew how to use the UV light box, I guided her through the excising process.

Once inside the dimly lit room, Y/N flipped on the UV box and switched off the lights. I stood behind her, watching as her shaky hand hovered nervously over the gel, clutching the blade. 

"I think it’s safe to say that not going to medical school was the right choice for you," I teased, trying to keep the mood light despite the tension. "With those shaky hands, I wouldn't want you holding a scalpel near me."

"I had too much coffee today," she shot back, her tone sharp but playful.

"Right," I snorted, a grin breaking free.

"Shut up. You're making me nervous." I could almost hear her smile through her words.

"Here," I said, inching closer. I covered her hand with mine, steadying her fingers over the blade. "Relax," I suggested, hoping it would ease both our nerves.

Her proximity felt electric, as if the air around us vibrated with tension. The scent of her hair—fresh and unplaceable—danced under my nose, making my heart race. Y/N's hand trembled beneath mine as she turned to glance up at me. In the faint blue glow of the UV light, her features looked even more striking. 

"This is making it worse," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt her warm breath against my neck, and everything inside me screamed that we were too close. I should step back. I needed to step back. But God, I wanted to kiss her. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

Her bewildered expression shifted as her eyes drifted from my gaze to my lips. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched her tongue trace the edge of her bottom lip before she began to nibble on it nervously.

Then, without thinking, I closed the distance and pressed my lips against hers.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, intoxicated by her sweet scent as my mouth enveloped her bottom lip. Y/N whimpered softly against me, turning her body to face mine. My hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

What was I doing?

I felt lost, unsure of how to proceed or how to stop. Reluctantly, I released her neck and gripped the bench for support, struggling against the rising tide of desire. All I wanted was to wrap my arms around her and pull her onto the counter, to lose myself in her warmth.

No, stop! This is wrong!

I broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Y/N…" I gasped. "Shit, I'm so sorry." I stepped back, needing space. She was breathing hard too. "I-I didn’t mean to do that. I shouldn’t have… Shit." My hands raked through my hair, searching for words that eluded me.

Then, with a single determined step, Y/N closed the distance. She grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me down to her level. Her lips collided with mine once more, and I felt her inhale sharply.

I was too tall, or she was too short; either way, I hunched over her as her legs wrapped around my hips, lifting her onto the countertop beside the UV box.

Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging in a way that made me groan into her mouth, while my own hands hovered uncertainly over her body, torn between desire and restraint.

Loud, insistent knocking on the door shattered the moment.

Y/N gasped, and her legs slipped from my sides. 

"I need to look at a gel, Yoongi. What’s taking so long?" Jimin's voice rang out.

Jimin… shit…

I groaned against Y/N's shoulder, gripping her thighs to steady myself. Her fingers remained tangled in my hair, and I felt dangerously close to losing it.

"We're cutting a gel, Jimin," I called out, taking a reluctant step away from Y/N. "Give me a fucking break," I muttered under my breath.

I heard Jimin huff through the door, and Y/N’s voice came low and tense. "What do we do?"

I didn't know about her, but I needed to get out of there. I was uncomfortable and desperately needed to regain control. I moved to the UV box, which was still glowing. Y/N jumped down from the bench as I grabbed the blade, cutting around the bands on the gel. I found it ironic that my hands were now shaking, yet I managed to do a decent job.

Once finished, I shut off the UV light and flicked the room lights back on. Y/N jumped a little, and though I was sure she was staring at me, I couldn’t meet her gaze—I wouldn’t.

I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. "Take each piece of gel and put it in a single epi tube," I instructed, forcing myself to focus on anything but her. "You can follow the rest of the protocol at the bench."

"Yoongi," she whispered, urgency lacing her voice.

"I’ll be back in a bit," I said, my hand on the doorknob. I didn’t risk a glance at her, fearing that a single look would draw me back in. I opened the door and stormed out, nearly colliding with Jimin, who stood there with his arms crossed.

What the hell just happened?

A few moments later, I was outside the building. Rain hammered down, but I didn’t care. I wished I smoked, drank, or had any vice to help me calm down. I tried deep breaths to steady myself, but the rain only added to the chaos swirling inside me. I made it to the tree line behind the parking lot, leaning against a trunk with one hand while the other pressed against my chest, where my heart threatened to pound its way out. I was panting, sweating, and completely unraveling.

What the hell had I been thinking?

Well, clearly, I hadn’t been thinking at all.

God, I could still taste her on my lips.

I swallowed hard.

Y/N had the sweetest lips I’d ever kissed.

I was doomed.

This could ruin everything. I couldn’t let myself be distracted by Y/N like this. I had lost all control, and I didn’t know what would have happened if Jimin hadn’t knocked. Or worse, what if Y/N had opened the door without knocking? Thank God the light was off, and the “IN USE” sign was outside.

No one could know about this, especially not Jimin—he was Jin’s puppy! If Jin ever found out…

God, this was all so messed up!

I had to make it clear to Y/N—this had to stay between us. We had to pretend it never happened.

It would never happen again.

I could never have my lips on hers again—just the thought of it made my chest ache.

I had known kissing her would be good. She had the most beautiful lips I’d ever seen. They didn’t disappoint. Her kiss exceeded any expectation I had dared to dream. How could I endure not kissing her again, knowing how sweet she tasted?

If I thought it was torture to be around her before, now it was going to be hell.

And she had kissed me back. She had. It wasn’t just me. She wanted this too. Didn’t she know it was wrong? I needed to talk to her, to explain that this couldn’t happen again. We had to keep things professional, to work together without awkwardness. We had to manage that. I needed to manage that.

I wouldn’t look at her lips, or her smile, if that’s what it took. Maybe I could lie and say we needed to wear mouth masks for the rest of the project…

With a groan, I stepped away from the tree. I fisted my hair, realizing I was getting drenched, and walked back into the building. I shook my head to rid myself of some of the water, but I was still soaked when I climbed the stairs.

When I entered the lab, Y/N pretended not to see me, but I knew better. Her posture shifted, her back straightened, and the foot she had been tapping on the floor stilled.

I noticed Jimin was in the lab, standing at his bench across from Y/N, staring at her. It became clear to me that Y/N was putting on a show for him.

I sighed, feeling a little relief wash over me.

Y/N wouldn’t tell anyone—at least that much was clear.

But I still needed to talk to her. What happened was wrong and completely inappropriate. I couldn’t let her get the wrong idea.

I buried myself in my computer for a while, pretending to work by aimlessly scrolling and clicking, but my attention was entirely on Y/N. She seemed to move through the purification protocol without a hitch. What was going through her head?

Y/N strolled into the lab on Thursday, her smile cutting through the sterile, fluorescent gloom like a ray of sunlight. I gave her a nod—polite, detached—but that didn’t stop my heart from racing at the flicker of warmth in her gaze. As I turned back to my work, she let out a sigh that lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her glancing at Jimin's empty bench, and the reminder of his absence hung like a storm cloud between us. 

"Okay," she began, hands planted defiantly on her hips. "Should we talk about this?"

I forced myself to meet her gaze, focusing on those deep, captivating eyes while battling the temptation to let my gaze wander to her lips, which seemed to whisper promises that drove me mad with longing. 

"There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N."

"Well, are you going to go back to being mean to me?" 

"I was never mean to you."

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief, and heat crept into my cheeks as I remembered all the stunts I’d pulled—the pranks that had hurt her, the lab coat I’d ruined...

"I won't be mean to you again," I muttered, letting out a heavy sigh and looking at the floor.

"Yoongi..." Her voice was soft, almost melodic, and it tugged at my heart. 

When I met her gaze again, it was a mistake—her lip caught between her teeth was a distraction I didn’t need. My hands clenched into fists, seeking refuge in my pockets as her eyes searched mine, wary but hopeful, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"It won't be awkward, all right? I promise."

That smile of hers struck me like a bolt of lightning, forcing a groan deep within my chest. I could see the words dancing on her lips, ready to spill out, but they vanished like smoke when Jimin walked back into the lab. Taking advantage of the reprieve, I buried myself in my work, fighting to act normal.

But normalcy felt like a distant memory whenever Y/N was near. She moved through the lab with quiet grace, while I stood like a rock in a river of uncertainty, drowning in my thoughts.

As the day wore on and shadows lengthened, I noticed her gathering her things. Instinct kicked in—I pretended to be engrossed in my computer, watching her shuffle and fidget until she finally took a step toward me.

"Hey, Yoongi?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" I turned to face her, masking the turmoil inside.

"Um, I was wondering... I know I’m just an undergrad here, and there’s really no room for me to... I-I mean, I know it’s really not my place to ask, but..." Her words faltered, and the crimson blush creeping up her cheeks sent my heart racing.

"Y/N, would you get on with it? I don’t have all day." My frustration boiled over, the energy it took to be normal around her fraying my patience.

Her frown was instant, a storm brewing in those beautiful eyes. 

Shit, that was uncalled for...

"Never mind…" she sighed, disappointment echoing in the air.

"Wait." I took a breath, willing myself to soften. "I’m sorry. Please, Y/N, tell me."

She sighed again, a deep, resigned breath. "I know there’s that recruitment party this Saturday. It’s for prospective students to meet the current students in the department. And I know, I’m just the undergrad, but I think it would be great if I could meet them. You know? Hopefully, in a year, I’ll be going through recruitment myself." Her fingers twisted anxiously in front of her, a sight that both amused and strained my patience.

"Is there a question you wanted to ask?" I barked, the irritation bubbling to the surface.

"Yes…" she snapped back, indignation rising. "My question is: do you mind if I’m there?" She crossed her arms, defiance written all over her.

Why would I care if she came? I hadn’t even planned on attending that stupid party. But suddenly, the thought twisted in my gut, a knot tightening as a realization hit me.

I shot up from my chair, startling her. "Who told you about the party?"

Her eyes dropped, a sigh escaping her lips, and just like that, the truth hit me like a freight train. I fucking knew it.

"You’re going with Jungkook, aren’t you?" I took a step closer, looming over her.

"No, I’m not going with Jungkook." Her voice was steady, but her gaze flickered to meet mine. "But I’m going."

"Well, I guess I’ll see you there, then."

"Okay," she said with a nonchalant shrug, but the smile that graced her lips made my stomach twist. She turned to leave, and I felt something unravel within me—my hands instinctively reached out, fingers curling into frustrated fists. I didn’t know if I wanted to strangle her or pull her into a desperate embrace. All I knew was that I was left staring helplessly as she walked away.

I didn’t need her to say it; I knew Jungkook was behind this. She might not be going with him, but the thought of him lurking at that party made my blood boil. For the first time in a long while, I felt the gnawing sensation of jealousy eat away at my insides.

Fucking Jungkook Jeon.

I couldn’t believe I was even considering this.

Why did it matter if Y/N went to the recruitment party? It shouldn’t. Yet here I was, battling an angry tide rising in my chest, all because of that idiot Jungkook. If she were going with someone more acceptable—someone who didn’t make my skin crawl—I’d be okay with it. I should be okay with it. The rational part of my brain knew that, but the irritation overshadowed everything else.

What did she even see in Jungkook? The guy barely scraped by on his Qual after taking it twice and hadn’t published a single paper. He was working with fruit flies for crying out loud! And his personality? A brick wall. I couldn’t trust him. I didn’t like him. I couldn’t stand him.

I had to go to this party.

At lunch, against my better judgment, I decided to bring it up with Hoseok. 

"Hey, where’s the recruitment party this year?" I asked, trying to sound casual as I stabbed my fork into the mac and cheese.

"You’re going to the recruitment party?" Hoseok dropped his fork, suspicion etched across his face like a roadmap to his thoughts.

"Yes," I groaned, already regretting bringing it up. Of course, he’d make a fuss.

"To our department’s recruitment party?" He pressed a finger to his chest as if I’d committed a heinous crime.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" I shrugged, pushing the macaroni around in my bowl.

"Let me think… maybe because I’ve organized every single one since I got here, and you’ve never attended."

"Will you just answer my question?" I snapped, frustration boiling over.

"It’s at the South Campus Center, bro." Even though he finally answered, his gaze lingered, scrutinizing me like I was a specimen under his microscope.

"Great, thanks." I tried to keep my tone light, rolling my eyes at his obvious scrutiny.

"I can’t believe you’re going." A knowing smile danced at the corners of his lips, and I loathed it.

I pretended not to care, shrugging off the comment as he took a seat next to me. 

"If only I had known all it would take was an undergrad to get through you."

"This has nothing to do with Y/N," I spat, defensiveness creeping in, my irritation sharpening with each word. Her name was Y/N, not ‘the undergrad.’

"Right, so it’s just a coincidence… this is just the year you happen to decide to attend this thing."

"Yes."

"Is she going?" His eyebrow arched, mischief glinting in his eyes.

I groaned and turned away, pretending to be absorbed in my food.

"Dude, I can see it. How she’s affected you. It’s kind of obvious. You can talk to me, you know? It might help."

The breath I took was deep and shaky, every nerve ending igniting with frustration. But before I could stop myself, the words came pouring out. "She drives me crazy, Hoseok. I can’t stand it. I lose all control when I’m around her. I kissed her… I kissed her, and she said she doesn’t want to jeopardize her work in the lab. And it makes sense for her to think that. But the worst part is now I can’t stop seeing her everywhere. She’s in the lab, at the gym, at the freaking library where I get my coffee—she’s everywhere! I need to go back to not seeing her, because I can’t handle this." I stared down at my lunch, the food suddenly unappetizing, a lifeless pile of carbs.

"So you don’t want to see her?" Hoseok asked, surprisingly calm, like he was dissecting a specimen on his lab bench.

"Exactly."

"You don’t want to kiss her again?" He pushed, an amused grin creeping across his face.

"I don’t know what I want!" I barked, irritation flaring.

"Sounds to me like you want to go to the party, see her, and kiss her again. The question is, how are you going to deal with Jungkook?"

My shoulders tightened at the mention of his name, a cold shiver running down my spine. "I don’t care about him."

"I don’t know, man. It’s weird. The vibes are strange. You’re talking about her with a lot of… emotion."

"Emotion?" I snapped, but deep down, I felt the truth behind his words. I was at the mercy of my own feelings, a trembling wreck in the face of Y/N’s smile. I hated it. I wanted to turn it off. I couldn’t afford to feel anything.

"Fine," I muttered, sinking back into my chair, wishing to be swallowed by it.

"You’re going to have to confront those feelings eventually, Yoongi."

I grunted in response, refusing to admit he was right. I didn’t want to think about Y/N, and I definitely didn’t want to deal with Jungkook. All I wanted was to escape this mess, but deep down, I knew I was already trapped.

© chimcess, 2024. Do not copy or repost without permission.

[cui-nisi]

Short and Sweet (Yg x black reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

Genre: smut, college au

Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for awhile now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

WC: 7,642

A/N: This one took me forever to write for some reason (writers block is a bitch). I wrote this to help me get back into things so I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

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Your hands nestled their way into the long black strands of Yoongi’s hair, gripping the roots harshly as you pushed the man’s face deeper against you, a poorly repressed moan escaping your lips as you do so.

“Y’know I’m not going anywhere,” you heard a low voice rasp from below you.

You forced your eyes open long enough to glance down at the man currently eating you out, your jeans halfway down your thighs as Yoongi smirked up at you, his lips glistening under the low light of the custodian’s storage room.

“Shut up,” you huffed, your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightening to punctuate your words.

The man simply chuckled quietly at your gruff words before situating his lips back around your clit, his tongue ran devilishly across you while his fingers plunged deeper inside of you. It was a dangerous combination that had you biting your lip harshly to keep your moans down.

You didn’t really think out your plan when you demanded Yoongi’s attention after class through text. He just looked so damn good when he walked into today’s lecture with his hair freshly dyed a midnight black, the wavy curls of his hair fanning his soft-looking skin while his sharp eyes glanced over at you playfully.

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled that shit.

Your legs clenched together from under your desk as if automatically. It had been a while since the two of you had sex and you were practically in heat. So when you texted Yoongi halfway through the lecture hinting at a quick session you weren’t exactly thinking logically since as soon as class ended you dragged the man to the nearest empty room on campus which just so happened to be the janitor’s closet.

The heady scent of Pinesol further deluded your senses as you took in harsher breaths of air to steel yourself against the wall as Yoongi licked away at you.

“Feel good, love?” he call out to you, you could practically hear the smug smirk on his lips as he spoke.

You grit your teeth, your eyes squeezed shut as you pressed him further against you, “quiet,” you command, only trying to focus on the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue and fingers against you and not his cocky attitude.

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi felt himself get even harder. As if tasting you weren’t hot enough, your quick and quiet demands had him feeling even giddier. He loved it when you gave him a reason to shut up and thus he let you press his head further into your center. He loved the taste of you. Shit, he practically worshiped the way you spilled onto his tongue as he slide in between your wet folds, savoring every shudder and tremble of your body.

He loved talking shit just to have you break him down to his rightful place. It’s why he continued finger fucking you even after you had just come. Your body squirmed under him, his eyes danced up to your face after he licked you off of his lips. You looked so goddamn sexy with your eyes closed and lip captured between your teeth.

“Thanks…” you sighed after your body finally came down from the extremely satisfying orgasm Yoongi gave you.

“My pleasure. You look hot when you come,” Yoongi noted with a lopsided smirk as he pulled up your underwear and jeans.

“How charming,” you said with a roll of your eyes, the hint of a smile curving the edges of your lips as Yoongi stood to face you, his hands sneakily sliding around your waist.

“I’m even more charming when I’m out, eating dinner under the stars and making quirky conversations with someone.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “mhm. Sounds like a date.”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, “you said it. So how about it?”

“We’re just fuck buddies remember?” You replied with a small smirk.

“That could change.”

“Or not. Y’know we’d make the worst couple.”

Yoongi tilts his head, his small eyes gazing into yours as he speaks, “who said that?”

You rolled your eyes, “like all of our friends? We’re only compatible with sex, remember?” You pinched Yoongi’s nose teasingly as he shuddered out of your touch with a playful smile of his own.

“Oh, I remember,” the man purrs, his voice low and soothing as his breath fans across your ear when he leans in closer to you. His thumb rubs soothing circles against your waist, just above your jeans.

You repress a shiver from running down your spine, this man was like a siren, his very touch and voice were enough to pull you in if you weren’t careful. Lucky for you though- you were always careful and pulled back from Yoongi, your eyes catching as you placed a hand on his firm chest and gently pushed him back. “Good. So you know that’s all we’re good for. I’ll see you next time, Yoongi.” With a wink you squeezed past the black-haired man and out of the small closet, your hands roaming over your clothes and piecing them back in order.

~~~~~✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~

Your eyes began to blur as you reread the same paragraph for the fifth time. Finals were just around the corner and you had been cooped up in the library with your small study group for the past six hours.

“Okay, if I don’t get some food in me I’m just gonna start eating people,” your eyes glanced up to catch your friend, Jungkook, slumped back in his chair from across the table. His tattooed arms folded over each other as a contrasting pout pulled at the curves of his small lips.

“God, _____, let's get Kook some food. He’s a big guy, he really could eat us if he wanted.” Jin, your other study buddy, responded. His eyes watching Jungkook with caution.

You chuckled a bit, “I can’t go guys,” you held up your comically large textbook, “I gotta at least get through this chapter before I take a break.”

Jin rolled his eyes, his plump lips curling up in a mocking smirk, “you’ve been on the same page for the past 15 minutes. I don’t think you’re making much progress.”

“Well, I have to try!” You groaned, your head falling against the cover of the textbook.

You heard your two friends move, their wooden chairs gliding against the carpeted floor as Jungkook’s voice sounded from above you, “don’t listen to Jin, _____. We’ll get you a snack or something, alright?”

You nodded your head solemnly against the book, not looking up until you felt like you were alone at the table. “Fuck finals…” you mumbled as you opened your book back to the page you last read.

You forced yourself to sit up straighter in your chair and shook your head slightly, trying to summon some energy to help you focus. You only got halfway through the paragraph, however, when another voice spoke up beside you.

“Studying?”

Just from the slight rasp alone, you could determine who the voice's owner was before you looked up. Your tired expression was quickly replaced by one of amusement when your eyes caught sight of Yoongi standing beside you, his body leaning slightly against the table.

“No, paragliding.” You answered after a second, your eyes meeting Yoongi’s with a gleam of excitement.

If anyone could replenish your energy- it was Yoongi.

“Looks fun,” the man commented with a smirk as he took a seat next to you, “where’s tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum?”

“Why you wanna know? Are you jealous?” You asked, your voice hinting at just a bit of playfulness.

Yoongi’s smirk widened even further as he brushed a strand of hair away from his face. His black hair shone underneath the warm fluorescent lights that washed his face in a subtle glow; his small pouty lips practically glistening after he briefly swiped his tongue across them temptingly, “terribly jealous.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m sure. Well, if you must know, they went to get some food after Jungkook threatened to eat someone.”

Yoongi quirked an eyebrow, his eyes pooling with confusion as he spoke, “why get food when you’re right here?” You felt Yoongi lean closer to you, his voice dipping low so only you could be privy to his licentious words as he whispered softly, “you taste pretty delicious to me.”

You thanked God that your brown skin prevented the raging heat in your face to not be outwardly noticed. Yoongi seemingly had no shame if he was willing to speak to you like this knowing the effect it would have on you while out in public. But before you could even think to come up with a response the sounds of something hitting the table startled you away from Yoongi.

When you turned your flustered eyes to the front of the table you saw Jin and Jungkook with bags of snacks that they poured over the table.

“We eating good,” Jungkook commented with a wide smile as he took a seat, his hands automatically reaching out to grab a bag of chips.

“Yoongi. Didn’t know you’d be here,” Jin greeted with a polite smile.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “yeah, well… I saw you guys and thought I’d say hi.”

“More like you saw _____ and wanted to say hi,” Jungkook said through a mouth full of crushed chips.

“Gross, Kook,” you grimaced as you held your hand up to cover his mouth.

Yoongi simply smirked, though the usual flirtatious edge it usually had when he flashed it was gone. “Caught me,” he then pushed himself away from the table before speaking once again, “and now that I’ve been caught… can I talk to you for a second?” Yoongi asked, his attention turning towards you.

You shrugged, “sure,” you agreed before standing up and looking over at your friends who sent you teasing looks.

You rolled your eyes at them before following Yoongi through the library until he stopped in a dim corner surrounded by tall bookshelves, the area void of any other students.

“You chose a pretty secluded spot to ‘talk.’”

Yoongi turned around to face you while leaning against one of the wooden bookshelves settled against the wall with a smirk, “purely coincidental.”

“Oh is it?” You asked, your eyes darkening slightly as you took in the man before you.

He nodded, his eyes seemingly doing the same as they flicked over your body. You watched the way his muscles flexed as he folded his arms across his chest along with the way he tilted his head slightly to the side before he responded, “plausible deniability, love.”

You scoffed as you took a step to stand directly in front of him, your hands snaking down his firm body until you grasped the precipice of his desire through his basketball shorts. Your eyes took in Yoongi’s reaction, a shallow groan escaping his pretty lips as his eyes glazed over slightly at your touch, “I’d like to see you plausibly deny that, love.”

Yoongi chuckled through his pleasure, his eyes meeting yours as you continued applying pressure over his covered dick. Watching him squirm underneath your touch and grasp your hips, pulling you closer against him, sent a thrill of excitement through you. It was just the thing you needed to keep yourself from burning out.

“As much as I am enjoying this- and trust me I am. I actually did want to talk to you.” Yoongi said, his voice slightly shaky as your hand continued to palm him through his shorts.

“About?” You cocked an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk crossing across your lips as you waited for a response.

Yoongi’s eyes gazed into you, a flash of something you didn’t recognize flickering in his stare before he cleared it away with a shake of his head. A thick quiet settled between you briefly as the athlete cleared his throat and gave you his signature arrogant smile, “nevermind. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You eyed Yoongi suspiciously, part of you wanted to probe him for his weird behavior but another part of you didn’t want to push him, after all, you guys weren’t together and you didn’t want to overstep any undiscussed boundaries. So instead you pushed the encounter aside before flashing him a smug smile of your own, the tension from before fading as you spoke.

“Since when do you call the shots?”

The side of Yoongi’s lips lifted in an amused smile as he countered, “since I saved your ass from studying?” he emphasized his point by sneaking his expansive hand around you and giving your ass a firm squeeze.

“Oh, ‘saved’ me did you?” you asked, a thrill of excitement coursing through you at his touch, “then I should repay for your generous nature, right?”

Without much further thought you quickly sank to your knees, your hands clutching the waistband of Yoongi’s shorts, preparing to pull them down. You glanced back up at Yoongi to see him watching you with wrapped attention, his breath shallow and his eyes wide. You gave him a sly grin, your teeth peeking out to appetize him before you pulled his shorts down slightly, just enough to reach your hand in and pull out his hard dick. It had been a while since you gave Yoongi head- you liked letting him pine for your mouth until you gave in to his desires.

Your eyes took in the sight before you; your hands roved mindlessly across the shaft of Yoongi’s cock. The pretty practically pink length stood stiffly, his tip weeping with precum for your attention. You loved him like this. Hard and practically sobbing for you.

“_____, are you really about to do this?” you heard Yoongi’s voice call out to you, his tone was gruff and slightly airy.

“Are you really complaining about me sucking your dick?” you asked, your hand squeezing his shaft resulting in a low groan tumbling out of Yoongi’s lips.

“Point taken. I’ll shut up.”

You smirked before returning your attention to Yoongi’s cock and giving his tip a little swipe of your tongue, his precum coating your tastebuds. Thank god he played basketball- he didn’t taste bad and you figured it was due to his athletics. Your tongue continued toying with Yoongi’s tip, licking at him as if he was an ice cream cone. You knew it was driving him crazy with the way his hands gripped the shelves behind him, trying to keep himself from just shoving himself in your mouth. He knew you didn’t like that.

You kept teasing him, happy to watch him try to restrain himself before you figured he had enough and finally wrapped your plump lips around him and took Yoongi’s dick deep into your mouth, sucking him hard.

“Fuck!” he whisper-shouted, his head hitting the bookcase behind him.

You continued deepthroating Yoongi, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you tried to control your gag reflex before sliding him out of your mouth, your saliva coating his slick cock.

“Jesus, _____. A little warning would be nice. I almost came.” Yoongi sighed as he looked down at you, his eyes widened in both surprise and arousal as he watched a string of saliva connect your lips to his dick.

“Sorry, I thought you could handle it,” you said with a mocking smile before pressing your lips against Yoongi’s shaft.

You saw Yoongi open his mouth to respond but before he could the speakers above you crackled to life as a voice announced through the old sound system, “attention all students. The library will be closing in 15 minutes. I repeat the library will be closing in 15 minutes.”

You sighed and turned back to Yoongi’s still-hard dick, you gave his tip a teasing suck before standing up.

“Not gonna finish the job?” Yoongi teased as he stuffed himself back into his shorts, the faint outline of his desires pressed against the fabric of his shorts.

“Who said I wasn’t? You’re still full of cum and my mouth is empty,” you responded with a devilish smile, “meet me outside. I gotta go get my stuff.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened ever so slightly before he steeled his expression and offered you a quick wink before pushing himself off of the bookcase, “you got it, _____.” He sent you one last sly smirk before walking off.

Your eyes gleamed with anticipation as you went back to collect your things quickly so that you could give Yoongi some mind-numbing head.

~~~~~✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~

Friday night. Your friends had been raving for the whole week about a new club that was opening only a few minutes away from your campus. Friday was the opening night for the club and so you found yourself in a tight short dress with high heels you were regretting wearing already as you made your way to the front of the line outside the building.

Muffled music could be heard through the thick walls of the club as you and your group of friends made their way to the front, one of these friends being Jungkook, who had been flirting with a few other people in the line behind you.

“Kook, we’re moving to the front,” you called out to your tattooed friend who turned away from the pretty girl he was talking to (who shot you the meanest glare you’ve ever seen).

“Right. You excited?” he asked with a bright smile, his chin hovering over your shoulder while his arm hugged the shoulder of your other friend, Jimin, who stood next to you.

“I guess. You guys gassed the hell out of this club so I hope it lives up to the hype,” you responded with a smile.

“It will. Trust.” Jimin piped up, his smile bright under the cover of the dark night sky.

As you continued inching closer to the front, your eyes glazed over the other people waiting in line, to your surprise many of them you recognized from being on campus. You supposed the opening of this club drew many of the local college students out as your eyes jumped from face to face. Part of you was searching for a specific face, the face that could ignite every sense and nerve within you with just the curl of his fingers, the brush of his silky hair, the parting of his soft lips.

“_____? Earth to _____?” A blurry shape shook itself in front of your face, jerking you away from your thoughts as Jimin stood in front of you, his manicured eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to push yourself out of your daze as you stepped up in the line you were holding up.

“What had you so out of it, _____?” Jimin asked as he turned to look at you with crossed arms.

Before you could respond you felt a heavy arm sling over your shoulder rousingly. Turning your attention to your left met you with the sight of Jungkook grinning at you, his voice teasing as he spoke, “were you looking for a specific basketball star? First name rhyming with loony?”

You rolled your eyes as you shrugged Jungkook’s arm off of you as Jimin’s mouth popped open, his eyes widening in surprise as he spoke hurriedly, “you’re still dating Yoongi?”

You quickly pressed your finger to your lips, your eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening, “we’re not dating, Jimin! Don’t spread that around. We’re just…”

“Pretending to not like each other and fucking as an excuse to see one another?” Jungkook interjected, a shit-eating grin on his sly lips.

“Kook, hush!” you harshly poked the man’s side as he winced at your touch, “and it’s not an excuse. You know this whole thing started as a friends-with-benefits situation.”

“Yeah, ‘started’. But is it still just sex that you want? From the way you were staring at the line, it seemed like you really wanted to see Yoongi.” Jimin stated, his gaze softening slightly- he was such a romantic.

You scoffed as your heartbeat increased at the question you had tossed over in your mind a hundred times over. “Please, guys can we just focus on having a good time and stop worrying about my sex life.”

“More like love life since you love him~” Jungkook teased once again, his voice cooing at you before puckering his lips out playfully.

You elbowed him and rolled your eyes, effectively tuning him out before the three of you were promptly let into the club a few minutes later.

The club definitely lived up to the hype once inside. The design was sleek and had a futuristic theme with neon lights guiding people to the bar, a mirror acting as the ceiling over the dancefloor, and sleek plush furniture scattered about the spacious building.

Everywhere you looked sexy patrons occupied the space, pushing against each other on the dancefloor or throwing back glowing shots at the bar. It was safe to say that you were in for a good time. Your eyes locked with Jungkook and Jimin, your past conversation fading into the background as excitement gleamed in all of your eyes.

“I’m getting us shots!” Jimin pronounced before swiftly leaving, expertly moving through the crowd to the bar.

You and Jungkook picked out an empty booth before it got too crowded when Jimin came back with the drinks. You each quickly took the shots, the stinging liquid sliding down your throats before you started to feel the alcohol kick in.

Three shots later had you on the dancefloor, your body swaying to the music of the R&B song occupying the large booming speakers. The color of the strobe lights flashed over you, giving your brown skin an almost otherwordly glow as you lost yourself in the music.

As you moved gracefully along the dancefloor you felt a pair of hands slide on either side of your hips, their body pressing against your back. You smirked to yourself, your tipsy mind assuming that these hands belonged to Yoongi until you glanced over your shoulder to see another man occupying the space you wished Yoongi was in.

Looking over the man’s face he was far from unattractive. His sharp nose and angular jawline could melt anyone at just a glance and under any other circumstance, you probably would’ve let the man dance against you. However, you couldn’t shake the echoing words of Jimin’s question from earlier, pondering on the state of your relationship with Yoongi. You just couldn’t imagine feeling the touch of anyone’s hands against your body if it wasn’t Yoongi’s.

With a mumbled curse you shook your head apologetically to the man, silently declining his request to dance. Luckily the man took your rejection in stride, he simply inclined his head with a light smile before stepping away, slipping back into the sea of moving bodies. You suddenly felt a cold breeze wash over you, the curdling feeling of loneliness washing away the alcohol that coursed through your veins.

“Damn it, Yoongi,” you said to yourself with a bitter smile.

As you looked up to try to locate your booth, wanting to sit down for a break, your eyes inadvertently glazed over the bar before stopping at a sight that momentarily stopped your heart.

There, leaning against the counter of the bar stood Yoongi. The Min Yoongi. With a girl pressed against him, her hand sliding over his arm temptingly.

“The fuck?” you muttered, an incredulous look flashing across your face as you made your way off of the dancefloor.

You recognized the girl from one of the classes you had with Yoongi. You recalled the way she would eye-fuck him during the lectures. But what you don’t recall is this seething feeling of anger that pooled in your stomach as you watched her take a slow drink of her glass in a practiced move of seduction. Yoongi, who seemed to be aware of what she was trying to do, simply smirked down at her- the familiar curl of his lips being directed at another girl was the catalyst that had you trudging back to your booth where Jungkook and Jimin were currently doing body shots off of each other.

“_____!” Jungkook shouted, pulling his shirt down that still gleamed with sticky alcohol. Some of the nearby patrons pouted at the sight of his abs being covered prematurely.

“Hey, Jungkook…” you mumbled, giving him a weak smile as you slumped into the booth.

Your two friends gave each other confused looks as they sat down, eyeing you with concern before Jungkook spoke up again, his voice tinted in drunken worry, “uh oh, you’re using my government name- something happened. What is it?”

You sighed before gesturing to the bar where Yoongi was still conversing with the girl.

“That bitch!” Jungkook cursed once he caught sight of what you were pointing to.

“Kook!” Jimin scolded, even when tispy he was still the gentleman.

You chuckled half-heartedly at the two men before mumbling, “thanks, Kook. But it’s not her fault. Yoongi and I aren’t dating, he has a right to talk to her.”

Jimin’s hand reached out from across the table to hold yours, a soft look on his face before he spoke, “you could fix that, _____. From what I’ve seen it looks like you really like Yoongi. Why not just tell him that?”

You shrugged, “I already turned him down once, he’s probably tired of me by now.”

Jimin and Jungkook both display expressions of exasperation as you finish talking. With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook leans closer to you, his slightly slurred words don’t deter the firmness in his voice as he speaks, “_____, be for real. Yoongi likes you. Like really like you.”

“Yeah, trust us. From the outside looking in it’s pretty obvious despite how much you guys try to hide it.” Jimin says with a cross of his smooth arms.

You sigh as your friend’s words wash over you. Maybe they had a point? You couldn’t deny the way your heartbeat seemed to always increase whenever you spotted Yoongi around campus. Or the way you felt comfortable whenever you guys hung out outside of your sexual interactions. You cherished the time you’d spent in his dorm room, listening to the beats he’d made or ranting about your professors after class.

Truthfully, you enjoyed Yoongi’s company so much that it frightened you. If you were to try and have a serious relationship with Yoongi would it last? Could you guys be more than sex buddies? Could you open your heart even more for the man that had already made a home there?

You knew the answer to that question before you even stood up and made your way towards Yoongi and the girl at the bar, your friend's cheer blurring into the background as you approached.

With a steadying breath, you pressed yourself against the bar’s counter, your eyes glancing at Yoongi whose back was facing you. Your voice carried through the sea of noise that inhabited the bar as you addressed the bartender, “hi, could I get a shot of tequila? Chilled. Thank you.”

Your eyes sneakily glanced over to see Yoongi’s head tilt to the side subtly, as if he was trying to catch your voice before he turned his head to glance over his shoulder. At the sight of you, Yoongi’s bright eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, before he quickly steeled his expression to one of amusement and cockiness. You knew it was all a front, however, and cocked your head to the side with a small closed-lipped smile as you awaited for Yoongi to speak.

“_____, didn’t expect to see you here,” his smooth sultry voice floated over to you like an inviting cloud, threatening to consume your every sense if you let it.

“I could say the same to you. Friend of yours?” You nodded your head to the girl standing behind him, she eyed you haughtily but didn’t say anything. You did your best to keep both your expression and voice passive, letting the edges of your lips curl up in a mocking smirk.

Yoongi quickly glanced behind him before chuckling softly and moving aside to give the girl more room in the conversation, “yeah, I guess. She’s in our 1:30 lecture actually.”

You give the girl a simple small smile of acknowledgment before your eyes drifted to the shot the bartender had just delivered on a crisp napkin. As you lifted the acidic shot to your lips you heard Yoongi’s voice once again wash over you, “so… what’re you doing here?”

You shrugged and gestured to your table after swallowing the shot, “with Jimin and Jungkook. Just came out for some fun.”

“And are you having fun?”

“Mmh, not the kind of fun I want to be having.”

“What kind of ‘fun’ would that be?” Yoongi asked you, his head tilting slightly to the side as his eyes watched you, flaring with intrigue.

You shrugged, “the kind where my clothes are on your bedroom floor.” your voice was low and tempting as you responded, keeping your eyes hooded ad you looked up at Yoongi.

Were you flirting with Yoongi unabashedly in front of another girl? Yes. Was it wrong? Well, that all depended on the way you viewed the situation. You knew this girl had seen you and Yoongi a handful of times together outside of class. Hell, almost all your friends figured you were dating. She must have known that Yoongi was messing around with you so you assumed it was all fair game if she also decided to talk to Yoongi while knowing all of this.

You observed the way Yoongi’s eyes seemingly darkened in the already dim club, the look on his face was one of desire- a look of his you were familiar with. His eyes ran over you, caressing the curves of your body with his gaze. Before he could respond, however, the girl behind him roughly tapped his shoulder as a look of envy flashed over her face.

“Hello? Should I just leave?” she asked, a scowl covering her glossed lips as her eyes darted between you and Yoongi.

You smirked but refrained from saying anything, leaving Yoongi to split his attention between you and the girl. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to take the basketball player long to decide as he turned to face the girl and gave her an apologetic smile, “if you wouldn’t mind.”

A scandalized expression of offense flashed over the girl’s face that took all the strength within you not to laugh at. You weren’t expecting such a blunt response from Yoongi and it was clear she didn’t either as she narrowed her eyes at him before marching away into the dark club. You figured that was one less thing you had to worry about and quickly let yourself relax, your body releasing some of the tension it had been carrying.

“Whoa, don’t tell me you were just acting before?” You heard Yoongi’s voice chide you as a reluctant smile pulled at your lips.

“Calm down you’re not that special.”

“Is that why you stomped over here and passively told that girl to get the fuck away?”

That earned a laugh out of you, “I did not stomp, thank you.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Yoongi shook his head at you before glancing around the club, his narrow eyes scanning the venue slowly before a somewhat haggard sigh slipped from his lips. “Seriously, _____. Why’d you come over here?”

Your smile fell as you turned around to look at the club as well, the flashing lights were both hypnotic and distracting as you tried to piece together your scattered thoughts. There were a lot of different ways you could’ve answered that question, but all you really wanted to do was just be honest for once. You and Yoongi had been running circles around each other for a while now and while the chase was fun, there was always a sense of yearning that ebbed underneath the surface of your playful relationship. You were tired of having to fight against your emotions- convincing yourself that Yoongi only wanted a casual relationship and that you were content with that thought.

If you wanted this to work you had to be honest about your feelings and that all started with the steadying breath you took before finally answering Yoongi’s question, your voice tinted with a rare edge of vulnerability. “I missed you.”

Yoongi looked taken aback by your words, one of his eyebrows raising as he tilted his head at you, an incredulous crossing over his face. “You missed me? _____, what does that mean?”

“I-I missed you, Yoongi. Whenever you’re not around I’m always yearning for your presence.”

“Are you sure it's not a good fuck that you’re yearning for?”

The slight cut in Yoongi’s words shocked you but you did your best to remain calm, understanding why he’d be so apprehensive towards your confession after turning him down in the past. “I know we agreed to a casual relationship, Yoongi, but… when I saw you with that girl I… I got upset. And scared. Scared you’d leave me for a real relationship. For the relationship you tried to have with me but I was too stubborn to give us a chance.”

That seemed to make Yoongi pause, his once-guarded expression morphing into one of subdued shock as his brown eyes gazed into yours, his lips pulling into a tight line. A thick quiet settled between you as your confession hung tentatively in the air. Part of you wanted to reach out and take your confession back as unease crept into your skin, gnawing at your nerves. But the other part of you knew that the two of you needed this. You couldn’t keep this relationship if you weren’t willing to be honest with both yourself and Yoongi.

After another second of silence passed the sound of Yoongi’s voice finally reached your ears, “I knew you liked me.”

Looking up greeted you with the sight of the athlete with his signature smirk, the edges of his lips lifting in a teasing manner as his eyes glinted playfully at you from under the glossy lights of the club.

You shoved Yoongi’s shoulder as a certain relief flooded your senses, “you ass! You had me worried!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, his lips still curled, “did you really think I was going to reject you?”

“I mean maybe! I did reject you plenty of times whenever you asked me out. I just figured you’d eventually get tired of me and give up.” You responded honestly, slight embarrassment etched into your skin as you spoke.

Yoongi, however, seemed amused by your words. He chuckled softly but the sound was covered by the large speakers in the club. He moved closer to you, his lips leaning close to the side of your face as his voice whispered to you, “give up? _____, I'm obsessed with you.”

“Then why were you talking to that girl?” you retorted, your eyes narrowing as you remember the way she touched Yoongi.

“I was literally just talking to her.” Yoongi chuckled, seemingly amused by the hint of jealousy torching your words, “and maybe trying to take my mind off of you since initially I was going to ask you to come with me when I visited you at the library.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “really?”

The man nodded, a somewhat vulnerable look flashing over his eyes as his lips pulled into a shallow frown, “yeah… when I tried to bring it up I choked. I wasn’t sure if you’d agree and I didn’t want to keep pushing you to go out with me so…”

You smiled. A giddy smile that was etched onto your lips. You hadn’t lost him yet. Before Yoongi could continue his ramblings your hands lifted up to grab the collar of his shirt and bring him close to you, your bodies pressing flush against each other as your lips hovered over his.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize how much I need you. Not as a fuck buddy but as more,” you whispered, and despite the club being full of people, your focus was solely on Yoongi and the feeling of his soft breath fanning across your lips.

Yoongi smiled, his pouty lips stretching into a full-fledged grin. Your eyes absorbed the image and stored it away in your head before you finally pressed your lips against his, your mouths slotted perfectly against one another- pushing and pulling in tandem.

It felt right.

You felt Yoongi’s hands snake around you, his grip pressing into the fabric of your dress as the heat from his hands seeped through your clothes and into your skin.

“_____, I know we just did the whole confession thing and shit but I really wanna fuck you right now,” Yoongi whispered hotly in your ear, a low groan accompanying his words when he felt your hand slide down his body to palm his dick through his pants.

“No one’s stopping you,” you mumbled against his lips, your own body thrumming with need.

As if you said the magic words, Yoongi quickly pulled away to grab your hand before you both left the bar, searching for a place to act on your desires.

You ended up finding yourself in the blocked-off VIP section that was a bit removed from the main club. Looking around it seemed like they were still renovating the place with wall coverings strapped to the ceiling and scattered furniture not yet set up.

“Are we allowed to be here?” you asked, your voice skeptical but your lips curling up in an amused smirk as your eyes looked over at Yoongi who had already made himself comfortable on a covered couch that lay abandoned in the room.

“Who cares? The only thing I’m focused on right now is what’s between your thighs.”

You felt your core clench at his words, aching- yearning for Yoongi to fulfill his promise of giving you the attention you’ve been feigning for. With a tempting tilt of your head, you made your way over to Yoongi, allowing him plenty of time to see the way your dress hugged your body, accentuating your curves and pulling at his heart that thumped faster with every step you took before you found yourself standing between his open legs.

“This seat’s not taken,” Yoongi said with a smirk as his hands stroked his thighs.

You rolled your eyes, “corny,” you mumbled before sliding onto his lap, your dress rising while Yoongi’s hands immediately went to cup your ass, squeezing at the soft muscle.

You were not in the mood for foreplay today and with the VIP section not being completely blocked off from the main room, you both knew that you could be caught at any time if you weren’t quick enough. So when your hands flew to unbutton Yoongi’s jeans he didn’t tease you for your impatience like he normally would- shit he was just as impatient, maybe even more once he felt your hand grasp around him, pulling out his throbbing cock that glistened with precum.

You sent him a quirked eyebrow and a knowing smirk at how excited he already was for you but remained quiet. A thick silence settled between you two, the only sounds passing out of either of your mouths were your mingled breaths as your thumb slid over his tip, letting the precum cover the pad of your fingertip. You brought your thumb up to your lip before letting your tongue poke out to swipe away the fluid, tasting Yoongi on your tongue.

A low groan fell from Yoongi’s lips as he watched you. He could not put up with your teasing right now and so he quickly slipped his hands under your ass before flipping your positions. You found yourself looking up at Yoongi who hovered over you with pure unbridled hunger lingering in his eyes.

“Fuck me, Yoongi…” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence between you.

Yoongi didn’t need further prodding before his hands shifted to your thighs, grasping onto them and pulling you flush against his body before his hands slipped to your core, hooking a finger on the side of your underwear and moving it to the side. He aligned himself with you, making sure you could feel his tip press against you.

The feeling of Yoongi’s hardened dick rubbing against you sent a soft moan through your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you prepared yourself for the sensations that would soon envelop you.

Yoongi watched as your eyes closed before flicking down to your center, his eyes greedily took in the way his dick pressed against your warm entrance, he took a sharp breath to control himself before he slowly pushed into you. He watched the way you took him in, your tightness almost making him come as he managed to hold on and let you adjust to his length.

“Ready?” he huffed, the sight of you below him already taking him to the edge.

Before you could respond, however, Yoongi was already moving against you, his dick plowing into you as he quickly set a fast pace. Your less-than-private room forced Yoongi to have to try to get you there in a speedy time and so he fucked you hard and fast.

His hands gripped your thighs, his nails sinking into the soft skin while his dick ran against you, stroking your walls with every thrust and pulling out low and desperate moans from your lips. Your hands reached out for anything they could cling to, needing something to hold onto before you lost yourself in the man pushing and pulling against you.

Yoongi couldn’t do anything except watch you- watch the way your body squirmed and writhed underneath him. To feel you- feel the way you clenched around him, taking in more of his cock that was slicked with your wetness. To listen to you- letting the sounds of your moans spur him forward as he kept his quick pace, wanting to see the mounting pressure build between your thighs.

One of his hands left your thigh to grasp your breast that was spilling out from your dress with the way your body rocked against the couch beneath you. His warm fingers cupped and squeezed you, his fingers finding your brown nipple and toying with it which drawled out another shuddering moan from your lips. Minutes flew by with Yoongi moving against you, his dick drilling into you while you moaned from beneath him.

With how fast he was moving, it didn’t take long for you to feel your body begin to tense up, the feeling of your climax approaching making your hips buck up to meet Yoongi’s.

“Y-Yoongi…” you moaned loudly, the sound of the music from the club muffling your cries of pleasure.

“Come for me, _____. Give me the feeling of you clenched around me, taking me in as I fuck into you.” Yoongi’s voice was like a command, his tone low and stern.

You couldn’t do anything but adhere to his words as you felt your body begin to give in to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through your body, tightening every muscle within you before being broken down with every tremble that cascaded over you.

Yoongi was quick to follow after you, his own orgasm being brought on after seeing the pleasure that racked through you. He didn’t have a condom on him since he wasn’t planning on sleeping with anyone from the club if it wasn’t you but he knew you were on birth control pills since you mentioned it to him the last time you fucked.

So with one steady thrust, Yooni felt himself spill into you, the warmth of his seed filling you up as you milked him for everything he had. You watched as his head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut while a guttural moan slipped from his lips.

Yoongi’s chest heaved as he began to come down from his high, your breathing also started to become less erratic after your own orgasm. As you both started to come back to reality you stood up, your hands flying over your dress to try to look as presentable as you did before you came in.

“_____, you know you’re not fooling anyone right?” you heard Yoongi chuckle beside you, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Fuck you. You sweated out my hair,” you huffed, turning to face the basketball player with a mock glare as you crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry. I’ll pay for your hair to get done next time, alright?” he offered, his head tilting slightly as a small smirk crossed over his lips.

You rolled your eyes but acquiesced to his suggestion, “is that a perk of dating you?”

“That and many more.” Yoongi quipped back as he took a step closer to you, his hands finding a place on your hips.

You smiled as you let your own hands loosely hang from his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, “lucky me.”

“You might even be luckier if you leave this club with me tonight,” Yoongi’s hold on you tightened, telling you that you didn’t have much of a choice as he wasn’t planning on letting you go now that he’s finally caught you- officially.

You gave him a cheeky smile before you said lightly, “lead the way.”

With a smile and a quick press of his lips against your cheek, Yoongi’s hands slipped from your waist to interlock with your fingers. His grasp was warm and secure as he led the both of you out of the VIP section and through the throng of people, ushering the two of you out of the club and into a new world of possibilities and pleasures.

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Deep | Chapter 8

Deep | M.YG ✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract ✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. ✧ word count: 6.3k ✧ Theme song: Fri(end)s by V a/n: comment to be in permanent taglist!

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you wake up to the sound of the raindrops striking the window. attempting to sit up you felt yourself being pressed down, lowering your gaze you find his arm wrapped around your waist as he held you against his naked chest, your legs entwined with his. struggling to turn without waking him you finally manage as his grip weakens with your movements.

you were lost in a daze as you stared at his sleeping figure, the creases on his forehead were relaxed, his head sunken into the pillow, he looked younger. lifting your hand you brush back his bangs, you're index finger traced the lines of his face in a caressing motion. "you can't let me sleep can you" he groans, startling you.

"sorry"

he blinked his eyes open, still tired. releasing you from his hold he lays back "how do you feel" he asked with closed eyes. "oh..I feel fine" you mumble, staring at him.

"you sure?"

"yeah, just sore" you could feel your face heat up, as he turned to look at you with his droopy eyes.

a mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him as he pins you under him. "so another round is out of the question huh" he presses his lips to your eyelids as he spoke. showering you with light kisses on your face and ears before moving to your neck, you felt butterflies in your stomach as he kissed your lips causing you to blush to the tip of your ears.

"shame" he chuckles at your reaction before propping himself up

"the rain gives us enough time to eat and get ready before we leave, do you care if we leave today?"

"not at all" you sit up, eyes never leaving him.

"sure you feel alright?" his words hinted his concern for you, turning to look at you with a raised brow at your silence. you quickly smile at him "i'm fine, really"

"alright, i'm gonna shower first if you don't mind" you nod, he walks towards the door but stops in his tracks turning to you once more.

you felt your heart racing, it banged against your chest. tilting his head as he licked his bottom lip "unless you wanna shower together"

"can you not tease me" you whine, throwing a pillow from the bed which he catches it flawlessly as he laughed.

He filled the trunk with the packed bags, you run down the stairs. crossing the parking lot to his car you look up at the clouds which still gave the impression that there would be more rain "are you sure you want to go? it looks like it's gonna rain again"

"It says it won't rain anymore, on the app"

"they're never right sometimes" shutting the trunk he leans against it, staring at you with a questioning look "w-what?" you stutter, you noticed that ever since yesterday when ever he looks at you or you accidentally touch, the butterflies in your stomach erupt and you cant help but feel all giddily...way more than usual.

"do you not want to go?" he asks

"that's not what I meant, just that driving in the rain.."

"if we don't head out today we might as well just not go at all"

surprised by his words you were taken back, thinking you might've annoyed him. "oh" was all you managed to say.

"what I mean is...if it was my choice I would choose staying here, just the two of us. but then if that happened" he walked to the drivers side, opening the door "then we'd never leave the bedroom" he smirks, entering the car.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

The drive consisted of calling my parents to apologize for never showing up, eating snacks and hearing music as I laid back with the seat heater on. I didn't bother talking to him, the main reason because he didn't talk much either.

when he pulls up to the parking lot you stare out the window in excitement "how did we not know about this place" you open the door to the passenger side, getting out quickly to have a better look around. There were a variety of tents set in rows with a good amount of space between them as if to give the guest privacy, the tents were good sizes as well.

everything looked luxurious.

"I knew of the place, just didn't think you'd like it"

"you've been here before?" you ask, following him to the back as he began to take your bags out. there was reluctance in his voice as he spoke "it was just once, a long time ago" you nod, not wanting to pry incase he just didn't want to tell you.

"they are all different" looking around the tents were organized from their shape and size "yeah the ones of the far right are domes, the middle are pods and the rest are bell tents. they can accommodate up to five people" you look at him a little taken back. you wanted to just spend time with him during this time but then again you needed to get the project done, still this didn't stop you from getting disappointed.

"I thought we'd have our own place" you mumbled, which he didn't catch on as he turned to look at you "what?"

"nothing, I just thought it was really nice" you smile. his lips parted as he stopped to talk to you but you're name was called out before something rather..someone slammed into you from behind catching you off guard you stumbled forward, the arms wrapped around you tried to pull you back but ended up stumbling as well.

"can't you behave your age" yoongi yells. gripping jihye's arm as he pulls her from falling on top of you, jihye's pulls you up with her. "I didn't think you guys were coming" she laughs letting go of you, she steps back. "I'm regretting we did" yoongi scowls, turning to look at you he takes the bag from your hand.

"how did you accommodate everyone" he wasted no time to start asking. she rolls her eyes at his attitude.

"everyone is already settled" she begins to walk towards the section reserved for us. "everyone arrived but only jungkook didn't come"

"that brat never joins these things anyways" the two of you followed her as she walked through the rows "I thought it'd be better if you two got your own tent" she winks at you as she points down the row "the tent all the way to the end is yours"

"great" you both turn to look at yoongi who had a unpleased look on his face "did you not want to shar-"

"we're gonna go rest, plus it looks like it's gonna rain again" grabbing your hand he begins to walk away "i'll tell the rest you're here" jihye says loud enough for the two of you to hear.

"don't bother" he says back.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

Once the both of you entered the sleeping area of the tent, yoongi put down the bags and excused himself saying he needed to go and find namjoon. after a while jihye who probably saw yoongi out and about came to find you and began to pry into your business. "did the two of you fight?" "No, it's nothing" you smile to reassure her but you were just saying that for yourself.

you were still mentally kicking yourself for what you had said the night before, even though this morning he was acting as if it never happened you felt as if something was wrong but couldn't bring yourself to ask him.

"did you really bring your computer?" jihye laughs as she grabs it from your opened bag. rummaging through the bag playfully her brow raises in question "no books?"

"oh shut up" you snap at her, taking the computer from her hand, she laughs raising her hands as she steps away "makes sense now that yoon-"

"shut up jihye" you screech, face feeling hot.

"ok ok" she laughs

The two of you talked for a long time, in all honestly you were waiting for yoongi to come back but it got late when you received a message.

Yoongi

I won't be coming back till later so if you're waiting for me just sleep (9:34pm)

staring at your phone you bit on your lower lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you kept thinking what to respond. "is it him?"

"yeah he said he would be back later..." she watched as you stared at the phone and sighed "you literally have him and you're still not happy" you could hear the sound of annoyance in her voice "it's not like that, he's probably with the guy-"

"don't say that" her nose scrunched, taken back for a moment you stared at her until the words you just said repeated in your head and you couldn't help but laugh "oh you're right"

'with the guys' that was something you'd tell her when he was out with those girls or with her . taking out her phone she begins to message someone, curious you hover over her shoulder to see her messaging taehyung.

"let me find out where he is, then we just go join them. cause you aren't tired, are you?" you nibble on your inner cheek a bit, debating if this is what you really wanted to do. clearly something was bothering him and maybe it was what you said and space is what he needs.

but is it selfish that you don't want him to have that space.

"no, i'm not tired at all" you smile. after she finds out which tent everyone was in and confirms that it really just is yoongi and their close friends with others jihye places your bags on the bed rummages through it "please tell you brought something cute to wear"

"no" you mumble, already annoyed with what she would say to you. "bitch I've told you millions of time to alwa-"

"I know ok! I just forgot"

shoving back everything into your bag, ruining the organized bags you so effortlessly took time in packing.

"follow me"

after following her to the tent she was staying in, you both wasted a good amount of time in arguing about what you would or would not wear. in the end it was decided that the outfit you had on would just have to do. she didn't agree but it was late and you whined about not wanting to look desperate. you felt that just showing up when he clearly doesn't want you....dressing up would just be too much.

yoongi was right when he said that it would rain again, even if it had only begin to drizzle as you both made your way to the tent where everyone was. you weren't wearing nearly enough to cover yourself. The shorts you had changed into before this plan left your legs to get wet and you were regretting not grabbing yoongi's sweater.

running into the tent, jihye starts laughing as you almost slipped at the entrance. the second tent beyond the entrance wasn't closed so everyone inside turned their heads to the new voices.

"well well, yoongi said you were asleep. i'm glad you were able to join us" taehyung happily says. you give him a smile as you turn to look at yoongi who was sitting on the single sofa that based on the amounts that were in the tent they brought all the couches from their tents. jihye quickly slipped into the only available seat leaving you awkwardly standing.

you glanced at everyone who was there, there were some girls you didn't recognize. thankfully none near yoongi, inhaling you walk over to him as he bored his eyes into you. " I thought I told you i'd come back" he drinks from his glass, before placing it down on the foldable table. "I was bored" he didn't show annoyance or in fact any reaction to your words.

like always it was you always worked up, not wanting to be the only one standing. you naturally sit on his lap. you thought he'd say something but instead he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you. taehyung offered you a drink in the same glass yoongi had placed down and you accepted it.

yoongi watched you in silence as you interacted with everyone, occasionally tell you to slow down on the drinks which you'd tell him it would be your last one but you ended up drinking another.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"you knew what you were doing" your head tilted upwards, eyes lost in his as he leans forward dropping a wet kiss on your slightly opened lips. "you seemed annoyed" you muttered, not being able to concentrate as his hands roamed on your ass giving it a squeeze. "and?" he lets out a soft sigh feeling your lips on his neck as you leave sloppy kisses for him.

"are you mad at me" you mumble

"did you do something to anger me" his hands lifted you as he gripped your thighs, immediately making you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks into the second section of the tent. you wanted to bring it up, what you had said but something was stopping you.

maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way he was kissing you right now that you didn't want to do anything to make him stop. He rubbed his forehead and inhaled a shaky breath, lowering his head he pecks your lips softly "let's sleep tonight"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

once you woke up, he was not beside you. jihye who you found getting breakfast ready told you he went on a hike with his "brothers" you laughed as she did a face clearly not happy with the phrase she was trying to make. "does girls..." your eyes wonder as you look for what to do which could cover your pathetic questions "girls?"

"the girls in the tent last night" you say, grabbing the vegetables and cutting board that had been put aside "oh, friends of the brothers" she says with her nose scrunched. shaking your head you laugh "please stop saying it like that"

"I can't help it, but anyways...they're all guest of well everyone else. plus there are more people here that you may recognize. this is something like a getaway for students"

"oh? I thought this was your first time here based on how you talked about it. had you been here before?" putting down the knife you toss the veggies in their own separate bowls "ah did I come off like that? yeah... I had been here once before"

"really?"

"the summer before freshman year, I was invited" she shrugs as if to say it was nothing. nodding you glance at her slightly with a teasing smile "invited hmm"

"shut up my girl friends invited me, i'm not  close with them anymore since we don't have any classes together but thats why I came" her ears began to blush a tint of red and you were enjoying how she clearly had done more than hang out with some girl friends. before you could keep teasing you your peace was disturbed by the one being you wish could've been anywhere else but here.

eunju suddenly comes into view as she leaves a tent with two of her friends. you look over at jihye who unlike you didn't see her as she was focused on cooking. "I didn't know she'd be here" you slowly whisper standing next to her you hand her the veggies "who" she doesn't bother looking up trusting you'd just tell her. "eunju" her hands freeze and she whispers "where" you continue to hand her things and before you could answer the women decided to speak "jihye! y/n!" she calls your names waving shamelessly as if we were some childhood friends. you both look up at her and smile in unison as you greet her for the both of you.

it was weird.

there was no staring from her part or anything rather she was doing her own share of food from their provisions they had brought. apparently everyone shares spaces here to avoid paying extra. there was no talking about yoongi nor did she ask of our relationship. it was dumb of me to think that she might've just grown up. but that was always something about me I would see good in people that in fact they had no good in them.

the guys had not returned by the time the food was ready and jihye of course would not shut up about wanting to eat. eunju in the other hand had no problem inviting herself to your groups "do you mind if we all eat together" she smiles her very not friendly smile.

you were not comfortable with having her in your tent and jihye wasn't slow in realizing this, "sure" she responds and begins to walk to hers. the tents were divided into two, the first flaps will reveal a sort of portable kitchen but you could pay to use the more modern and thats where the two of you were. jihye didn't want her tent smelling like food.

the flaps were hung up and the foldable table was opened and set. there was a small talk here and there but not much exchange. you managed not to fill your plate because you knew that this would lead to indigestion.

the meal ended rather quickly and it was decided that those who didn't cook would clean the dishes even if the other three did not travel with you two they insisted. you also insisted and ended up following her two friends. you appreciated that eunju had not mention anything to make this trip become ruined

but even without her speaking I learned things,

things I wished I hadn't heard, maybe instead of going out to look for him this morning I should've stayed in and committed my self to my project. but it was inevitable, I was bound to hear it.

the reason yoongi didn't bother bringing me here was because it was eunju's and his love nest, chills crawled up your spine as you stood behind the building in which the three of you had just came out of after washing everything.

"eunju thought this was serious, but he brought her here. it's bound to end rather quickly"

"how is she so sure? you know how much he treasures her" the girl with the longer hair shrugs "eunju and yoongi never became a official couple but no matter who they fucked here they always left together and slept in the same tent" you glanced about trying to find a way to get away unnoticed but your cover was blown as a hand crept around your waist pulling you to their chest "what are you doing hiding?" yoongi questions you rather loudly. startled you drop the basket of bowls and supplies you had washed causing a ruckus that caught the attention of the two girls who were gossiping.

you stare at the girls almost guilty but the guilt washed away as the one with the longer hair had a smug look on her face and without a care of the world mutters to her friend knowing you'd hear "told you"

they wanted you to hear and it irked you. your face flushed in embarrassment and anger "whats wrong?" yoongi asked confused as he looked at you and the two girls.

"oh hey yoongi" the girl with the longer hair spoke first. he didn't bother acknowledging them as he turns you around to face him, caressing your cheek he bends down to pick up what you had dropped which was soiled by the wet dirt of the previous night rain. "are you alright" he whispers, you grab the items and smile at him "we-"

the two girls didn't care about his attitude nor how he treated them but they for sure found the whole scene amusing as one of them stepped towards the two of you, interrupting you "eunju and us joined them for breakfast"

"them?" he says, but his eyes never leaves you

"jihye and y/n of course. you all decided to leave so we were left alone. but don't worry we all made plenty of foo- actually eunju made your favorite dis-" losing his patience he turns to the girls "why are you still here? as you can see i'm talking to my girlfriend are you ignorant" your head was ringing....from embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping? or because you fell right into their trick and now....his favorite dish?

"well i'm starving so lets just get going huh" your eyes dart to the voice behind yoongi. taehyung looked at you and smiled. you didn't know this but the path back from the hike was right behind this building which means they watched you as you were eavesdropping.

"I have to wash this again" you try to pull away from him but he wouldn't budge. instead he takes the basket from you "i'll do it, why don't you go bac-" yanking the basket back without thinking you push past him and bee line your way to jihye's tent. but she wasn't there you were in the tent with soiled dishes and teary eyes all on your own.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

This time it wasn't yoongi who came to the tent late rather you. sitting on the foldable chair right at the entrance he looks up at you with his gorgeous brown eyes as he stands slowly " are you better now" he stood in place taking your appearance in, your puffy red eyes assured him you had been crying but he didn't budge from where he stood as he watched your hands fist his sweater you had stolen this morning. he could hear your subtle deep breaths as your lips shut close and parted. he could see how you struggled to think of what to say, without you knowing he knew, he knew how tangled your mind became when it came to him.

yet he did not bother to soothe your tangled mind, "what did they say to have you crying and in this state" you shake your head "nothing I just.." you mentally cursed yourself as you choked with your own words. "i'm just in a bind"

I can't tell him that I want to leave, then she wins.

"what is it"

"I basically have to complete some projects i've been procrastinating on and had a moment that's all...it was just.... a lot"

"what? and why didn't you say anything we would've stayed and have you finish...you aren't even enjoying yourself!" he exclaims, annoyed.

"well theres nothing to do about it so just, let me deal with this on my own. don't trouble yourself with me" you walk past him and enter the second part of the tent, getting changed you ignore the fact that you could feel him staring at you the entire time. you get into the bed with your computer in hand and begin to look at the work you had put on hold. "fine" he spats, clearly angry.

you expected him to storm out and leave you alone but instead he pulled the bean bags that were provided and just sat there, headphones in and book in hand. it was like this all day until he suddenly got a message and stood up. you fought the urge to ask him who it was or what it was about. it could be her asking him to meet up, but he wouldn't...theres the rule.

without a word he left the tent and it was a good 10 minutes before he returned with a tray of food for the two of you "leave that there, and come eat. you've been working all day" glancing at him he stood by the foldable table boring his eyes at you with a raised brow as he sees your reluctance. "look I don't find it responsible that knowing you had to complete these assignments you still decided to come on this trip....it's happened and its over. so please stop giving me that look and come eat"

about the tangled mind that he felt he knew so well, it's not true. because as I stared at him I wasn't thinking about these stupid assignments. But about the food he had taken so much time to place nicely on the trays and I couldn't help but think...if he had done this for her too.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

the rest of the days all I did was sit in our tent and work on the assignment, yoongi didn't leave my side at all other than to get us something to eat or to talk to his friends in the first half of the tent. but he did not let them bring any girls, you may have not said anything but he was sure that something happened and he would bet everything that eunju was the one at the center of it all. when he left to get breakfast you picked up your computer and started working, you made this the only way for him to not want to talk to you as he saw you so immersed in the assignment. what made you nervous was that after today you would be finished and there were still three days left to the trip. 

you hear footsteps approach the second flap and quickly avert your eyes to the screen "I finally get to see you" jihye jumps at you, embracing you right away. "jihye" you smile, hugging her back. "yoongi wouldn't even let me come see you. said you had to finish your work" rolling her eyes she lays on the bed pulling the computer off your lap as she shuts the screen "girl there are only three days left, one day of just relaxing won't kill you" 

"I know but after today I'm free" you mumble  the ending. "really!?" she exclaims and jumps up gripping your arm "good because I don't think it's fair that you haven't go-"

"has eunju spoken to yoongi" you swallow hard, lips in a thin line as you watch for jihye's reaction, who being cut off for yoongi irked her soul but she bit her tongue. 

"no, in fact when everything happened he had gone to the tent where everyone was and told the girls what they had said but neither of them said anything. jus that you were the ....the one listening in to their conversation" 

bitting your lip, you take back your computer and type away. sitting up jihye looked at you with nervous worried eyes "y/n what did you hear" you could sense her voice shake a bit and told yourself that it wasn't that serious for her to be this worried of you. eunju was the problem she was just so..annoyed you scoffed and jihye inhaled and looked scared. 

"just that yoongi came here often with eunju" jihye swallowed "oh"

"you knew?' taken back you stare in disbelief. "well you know rumors" she awkwardly laughs 

"jihye yo-" 

"i told you she had to work on her assignments and not to bother her" he sets down the tray of bowls on the table "she was just leaving" you respond bitterly slamming your computer shut and tossing it aside. you walk to the table and take a bowl and began to chow down the noodles. 

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you ended up finishing the work and you had one thing in mind. you were going to talk to eunju and let her know that her dirty little schemes are pathetic and that she needs to move on. yoongi stepped out and you assumed it was to get something to eat or to go see his friends. sneaking by and hoping to not be seen by anyone you make it to eunju's tent but it was empty. 

you were feeling guilty for snapping at jihye over not telling you but...maybe she knew how you'd react and..sighing you decide apologizing to her would be a better thing to do at the moment. 

but just like eunju her tent was empty too. entering the second half you close the flap and jump into the bed. it wasn't long before you heard a couple of voices outside the tent which you sat up and tried to hear. it was clear that it was yoongi and jihye. annoyed at the thought that yoongi was lecturing her over going to talk to you. you walk to the barrier and grab the zipper but you froze as another voice appeared and it was eunju. 

snapping out of your state you look around in a frenzy to find where to hide. not having much time you grab yoongi's hoodie and crawl under the bed. hiding yourself as the sheets gracefully covered the bottom. 

"don't you think this is fucking childish" jihye yells 

"childish? i didn't do anything. what people say or do has nothing to do with me. everyone has free will" 

"cut the shit, what did they say" yoongi spats

"i really don't fucking know" eunju yells 

"what? are you afraid that they might've spilled the beans about the two of you?" you can hear the venom in her voice and it sinked into your heart making it beat rapidly. what is she talking about?

"that's none of your business  nor something you or anyone else should care to talk about" eunju bursted out laughing "Really? isn't that amusing. everyone talked about it and you didn't care - oh right. it's cause she wasn't around to hear" 

"that happened before i met y/n!" you can hear jihye's voice shake as she spoke. you try to control your breathing as your mind began to make scenarios  of what they were talking about and the worst things were coming to mind. "I could care less what she hears, what bothers me is the way she receives such information and how she takes it" yoongi says calmly 

"what the fuck are you talking about?" jihye yells "if she finds out...she-she won't want to be my friend" her voice cracked as she pushed her sentence out. 

at this point you had made a whole story in your head, and it was permanent. 

"yeah cause if she knew that you two fucked all summer" her tongue clicks in disappointment but full of mockery "how would she take that huh i wonder" 

and everything froze, everything and everyone was silent. including your heart. 

"she knows i've been with other people, if she finds out it wouldn't matter" yoongi responds "I really would appreciate it if you'd move on"

"move on" eunju says surprised "what makes you think I wa-"

"then why are you being such a pest" his words were like daggers and just as they were meant to hurt her for some reason they wounded me too. "you act all high and mighty but you're miserable and it's just suffocating having to deal with your shit" 

"so jihye goes crying to you that she might've heard of your little love season and i'm the one to get the black lash? may I remind you that that summer you were with me! you spent the entire summer with her, but you always came back to me! and you still attend to her just lik-"

"I was never with you. we were never a thing. there were no feelings from me at all. you just wanted the attention and I complied so why must I have to deal with your childish feelings when I never asked for them" she remained silent as if the words he said finally sinked in. 

you knew they weren't meant for you, but your selfish tangled mind let his words sink in too. and that was the last strike which made eunju cry "must you be so cruel" she didn't let him respond as she walked out the tent. jihye didn't wait to speak her mind "why, why di-" 

"if you didn't want me to speak my mind you should've dealt with this alone. if she would've found out I would've dealt with it. would she had been angry? yeah the guy she's dating and her best friend fu-"

"is it the same with her" your head snaps to the direction of their voice "or do you like her"

"why is that your business" he answers. 

"she's bee-"

"its not your business" he didn't care to stay and talk to jihye, in fact he left right away. jihye stood at the same spot for a long time and so did you not moving nor breathing well thats how it felt. finally realizing that yoongi might be looking for you, you had no choice but to crawl out of underneath the bed. 

"who's thee" she sounds startled but you didn't bother answering. you sat on the floor staring at the ground "y/n" she gasps as she opens the flap. "what are you- how much did you- fuck" she cries harder, covering her mouth. 

"you and yoongi"

"it was before i met you, and it was just a summer fling. nothing else!" she automatically runs to your side. "this whole time I must've sounded so...stupid to you" shaking her head she grips your hands "listen when we met again through you, we talked and i told him I didn't want you to know. I really liked you and I saw how much you liked him I didn't want you to think I-"

"that you had feelings for him"

"I don't I really don't"

"then why?"

"I don't remember-I just w-"

"were you drunk?"

"no no- fuck I do remember I just- it's in the past!" 

"right" you scoff, standing up. "i'm gonna go" ignoring her as she yelled and ran after you, you finally lost her as you ran through some rows and entered a lit tent. 

catching your breath you turn around to someone humming "what gots you running around in this place" taehyung was sitting with a group of guys you didn't recognize "taehyung" you say in a relief. 

"yes?" his charming voice and personality shines as he puts down a card. "problems in paradise?" taehyung says with a brow raised but you could sense how he was mocking you. and that made your heart clench. 

"can I borrow your phone" you say to him, glancing at you for a split second before he placed his whole hand down and the group of guys all groaned in defeat. "you seem to bring me luck to day, so yes" he hands you his phone and you scroll through his contacts. 

jihye paced in her tent "fuck fuck why was she here" wiping her tears in anger she walks out to the front determined to go and fight eunju but then if yoongi hadn't..no this is not just his fault. walking back into her tent she curses at herself "why did I not tell her, she knew how he was...but" clenching her forehead she clenched her jaw. 

a commotion outside caused her to walk out the tent again. it was yoongi and y/n talking by the entrance "are you serious right now" yoongi says calmly but you could sense the annoyance in his voice. 

"I just want to go home"

"and I said we'd leave together, why must you leave with someone else" he scoffs at her. "hyung, I was just arriving my plan was to come at the end" jungkook spoke as he held his bag in one hand and was standing beside y/n who was glaring at yoongi. 

"jungkook you don't have to explain yourself. I know" staring at y/n he crosses his arms "are you going to be this stubborn" 

"I don't want to go back with you.." you manage to respond. inhaling yoongi nods "fine, jungkook sorry to burden you like this"

"it's fine" he says nonchalant 

you quickly try to escape but he grips your arm turning you to face him "call me when you get there" jungkook looked at the two, and the crowd that had gathered thankfully many were friends. not wanting to be in between the two of you he begins to walk to his car. you glance at him your eyes pleading him to come back but he kept walking. "look at me" he says 

"ok" you exclaim 

licking his lips he leans in, close to your ear "I don't know what it was you heard but remember you're not allowed to be with anyone but me. break that rule and watch" clenching your jaw you look him in his eyes "you better remember that too then"  he doesnt miss the chance to give you a long passionate kiss and pull away leaving you to be the only one bursting a shade of red on your face.

"go now, before it gets dark. drive safety jungkook"

jungkook nods and looks at you before entering his car which you rush to before yoongi can take a grip on you once more and force you to stay. jungkook didn't ask anything nor did the too of you have a conversation other than you apologizing for forcing you to take him home just when he had arrived other than that you slept. 

you didn't text yoongi when you arrived. later on you found out that jungkook called him to inform him so he didn't bother bombarding your phone with messages and calls. you also found out by taehyung who didn't mind messaging you everything that was happening. jihye apparently got into a cat fight with one of eunju's friends not long after you had left and yoongi who was getting ready to also leave had to go and separate them. jihye left the same day too and yoongi was the one to drive her back. 

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frostbite 2 (동상 2) — min yoongi (민윤기)

the first part can be found here

✧.* 18+

when an object is cold, it typically absorbs heat from its surroundings. heat transfer occurs from a warmer object to a cooler object in an attempt to reach thermal equilibrium. so, if an object is colder than its surroundings, it will absorb heat from the environment until it reaches the same temperature as its surroundings. that just so happened to be the case with you. with you and min yoongi.

people had a negative way of reaction to the cold. their primal, native instinct was to warm themselves up as best as they could. maybe they'd wear double layers, accesorize with some mittens and soft boots. it was their way of building a natural defense against something that could potentially harm them. you never had a defense of your own, you were more likely to adapt to your surroundings, because you couldn't freeze something that had been cold for so long.

“i look stupid as shit in this, don't i?” no, you didn't need a defense, but you didn't need to adapt anymore either. all you had to do was surround yourself with what made you feel warm, what kept you invincible against the blizzards that awaited. the little things, like what you had found yourself staring at for a good minute. really, how were you supposed to tell him that the hawaiian shirt made him look like a ketamine-addicted tourist? he looked too cute.

you suppressed a giggle, unable to contain your laughter as you watched him scowl. “you've never looked better,” you couldn't help but tease. “all you're missing is a lei and coconut bra.” he shot you a look, feigning offense, but he doesn't remember the last time he was as happy as he was with you. you had spent the entire summer with him, and you knew the next semester was close, but the more time you had spent with him, the less you thought about it. all of your days were spent together, even your nights. the minute you had told him about your refusal to go back home—about how painful it was—he made it his mission to keep you as far away from it as possible.

he had become your new home, and you had become his. he had little to no interest in spending time with his family, he knew all it would do was piss him off. he never felt that way around you. it was amazing, the effect different environments had on people.

your activities had ranged from coffee dates and shopping, to sitting by the sea, to anything and everything. yoongi had truly believed he had turned a new leaf because of you, and it meant everything to you. he also knew that, despite all odds, he was more closer to your heart than he'd ever been. it wasn't the weather, the lack of snow and ice, it was love. you both knew it, because the smallest of moments were crucial. months had passed, and the slightest touch of his still made you blush. kissing you had still felt unreal. nothing mattered.

of course, there was still tension. nothing you couldn't push past, but the little things made you wonder. once, you had found yourself walking past an ice cream parlor with him, only for him to stop dead in his tracks. it was uncanny, the way he practically shivered at the sight of colorful, cold slabs being scooped into cups and cones. it made you frown, but you didn't ask. you never had to, you knew the feeling better than anyone. so, you'd give his hand a tight squeeze—a sign of reassurance—and you wouldn't let go as you led him away, not even when it left his sight.

your deeds never went unnoticed, he knew you cared about him the same way he cared about you. he treasured you, the thought of anything happening to you made him physically ill. not only that, but it pissed him off to a foreign extent. he had never been possessive over anybody or anything the way he was over you. much like the relationship itself, it was unfamiliar to him, a new experience, but he was willing to accept it. for you, he'd accept anything.

by the time the next semester had rolled around, nothing had changed. the campus stayed the same, the students stayed the same, you and yoongi stayed the same. of course, the air had become more crisp, but it had nearly gone unnoticed this time. almost everything had remained exactly the same.

almost everything. there had always been a saying that friendships had a bond just as strong as relationships. or at least, that's what you had believed. friends didn't fight the way couples did, they weren't intimate the way couples were. couples could be friends, but friends could never be couples, and that was the beauty of it, wasn't it?

the first time you had noticed a change in taehyung's behavior happened to be the very first day of your second year. during the vacation, you coincidentally hadn't spoken a word to each other. nothing was said, no messages were exchanged, but you thought nothing of it. you had presumed he had his own things going on. it was summer break, after all. that possibility had quickly left the list the minute he saw you. he saw you, and you had changed more than intended.

if the grin on your face was any indication, you were much happier than you were the year prior. the first time you had met him, he was the one with a shiny smile painting his lips. you were more stoic, cold, despite becoming one of his closest friends. you seemed more cheerful, like you had let loose. he didn't even have to ask, he knew the reason better than anyone. sometimes, he could feel hate brewing in his stomach towards himself for ever convincing yoongi to talk things out with you. he knew it was a selfish feeling, but he was only human. he had the right to feel, to love. the same feeling had started to make an appearance when he saw you, just down the hall. had you gotten prettier, or were you just happier? your hair was lighter, your skin a few shades darker. the sun had done its work. it was as if he was staring at the sun.

so badly did he want to greet you, to hug you. he missed you, he missed seeing you. he had nothing else to look forward to in school, seeing you kept him happy—the way he was supposed to be. instead, he walked right past you. your face fell as you turned back, waiting for him to do the same, to say he didn't see or recognize you, but it never happened. he wasn't in a hurry, and he didn't seem sick. you saw the way he looked at you—and he most definitely looked—a dull, lifeless look in his eyes, as if you had done something wrong. in the moment, you chose not to say anything. yoongi was the one who had the pleasure of hearing all about it.

“he is such an asshole,” you continued, pacing around the room for what felt like an hour. to yoongi, obviously. he rolled his eyes, but listened nonetheless. it wasn't that he didn't care about what you had to say, about what was bugging you—he just didn't want to hear about taehyung. “what the fuck did i do to him? i've been nothing but a friend, and now i'm getting the cold shoulder.”

yoongi sighed, “let him be, it's just the way he is,” was all he could say. he knew that wasn't the case, he knew that taehyung had become just as dismissive of him, and he knew the reason. it had been crystal clear to him that he was jealous, he knew it before all hell even broke loose. above all else, yoongi knew there was nothing he could do about it. he wasn't going to choose anybody's feelings over you. “ignore him and it'll pass, okay?”

all you could do was huff as he placed a reassuring kiss onto your forehead, nodding in agreement. after all, he was right; no response was the best response. maybe taehyung was just going through something of his own.

“by the way, there's something i wanted to talk to you about,” yoongi announced, placing both of his hands onto your shoulders. he gave your arms a gentle squeeze as you perked your head up, suddenly intrigued. “but you have to promise me you won't freak, okay?” you nodded in response, eager to hear what he had to say. he smiled at your excitement, but he couldn't help the anxiety that began to course through his veins.

it was something he had been wanting to ask you for a long time, but he never had the chance. he wanted the timing to be right, but it never seemed to be. “i talked to my mom recently, just before school started, and i told her all about you,” he was only halfway through his sentence, and it was already getting difficult to bite back the growing smile on your face. he had told his mother all about you, the woman who birthed him. “she and my step-dad wanna have lunch with us this weekend, they're dying to get to know you.” it was official, there was nothing left for you to hold back.

his heart finally steadied at the sight of your smile, he took it was a positive sign. “min yoongi wants me to meet his parents,” you teased, your smile never faltering. “what kind of girlfriend would i be if i said no?” he couldn't have possibly asked for a better answer. with a smile, he wrapped his arms around your waist, engulfing you in a hug. “you're the best girlfriend ever, i promise they'll be nice,” he murmured into your neck.

the week leading up to the lunch felt like an eternity. each day crawled by, filled with anticipation and anxiety that gnawed at you incessantly. yoongi, with his calming presence and reassuring words, tried to ease your nerves, but the thought of meeting his parents weighed heavily on your mind. you couldn’t shake the pang of insecurity that came along with the idea of making a good impression. after all, you’d heard stories of how discerning parents could be, especially when it came to their son's happiness. on top of everything, you had made no progress with taehyung.

he ignored you during your joint classes, during your free periods—you had even tried starting up a conversation, and it had gotten you nowhere. “do you have a spare pencil?” was your ultimate question, with his seat just next to yours. for a second, he looked at you, and there was hope. that hope went away in the blink of an eye—he didn't even spare a simple shake of his head, he just ignored you. you frowned, but said no more. the way he looked at you was unexplainable, almost painful. yet you still said nothing.

as monday melted into tuesday, and then wednesday merged into thursday, you devoted every free moment to preparing for the fateful lunch. at the campus library, you flipped through magazines, gathering ideas on fashion and etiquette, meticulously choosing outfits that projected confidence while still feeling like you. friday morning arrived, and after a thorough search of your closet, you finally settled on a chic yet comfortable ensemble. the day had finally come. sitting at your desk, you meticulously applied your makeup, ensuring that each brushstroke accentuated your features without overshadowing your natural beauty. just as you were putting the finishing touches on your look, you felt a familiar presence behind you. “are you ready?” yoongi's voice broke through your thoughts, warm and supportive.

he leaned against the doorframe, his casual demeanor instantly grounding you. he couldn't take his eyes off you. even after so many months, no girl was as beautiful as you were. no girl could come close. you turned around, heart fluttering at the sight of him. he wore a simple black sweater, his hair falling casually over his forehead, effortlessly charming. “almost,” you replied, forcing a smile. “just need to grab my bag.”

as you both set out for the restaurant, the air was thick with anticipation. his parents had chosen a spot closer to the campus, but it wasn't exactly a casual spot. by the looks of it, you could practically hear bank accounts draining. yoongi held your hand, squeezing it gently as you approached the entrance. you could feel your heart racing, and a mix of excitement and trepidation washed over you. “just remember,” he said softly, “my parents are going to love you. just be yourself.” you nodded, grateful for his support.

before stepping into the restaurant, you both paused for a brief moment outside. the bustling sounds of the city faded as you took a deep breath, grounding yourself with the scent of fresh flowers nearby. “you’ve got this,” he encouraged, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. with that, you stepped through the door, the chatter of diners enveloping you. as you approached the table where his parents waited, he could see the familiarity in their faces, warmth etched in their expressions. yoongi led you to the table as you fell behind him, the crowd of people making it impossible to see and squeeze through.

the minute you managed to squeeze through, you found yourself making some last-minute adjustments. you dusted your jeans, flattening them and making sure you looked presentable. with a sigh, you pushed your hair back and tilted your head forward, thinking you were finally ready for what was to come. the second you did, you realized just how unprepared you really were.

“(y/n)?” and the sound of your name rang in the air for what could have been forever. nobody shared your look of horror—not yoongi, nor his mother, who shared a look of utter confusion. it was your face that fell, as if all the blood had been drained from your skin, as if the life had left your body. your eyes were wide, pupils dilated to pinpricks as if you'd seen something so profoundly disturbing that your mind couldn’t process it. and you did, you really did. your gaze was fixed and unblinking, a silent scream trapped within.

“dad,” and he was everything but that, yet you still couldn't stop the name from passing your lips. four, five, six years had gone by in the blink of an eye, and he was still everything but that. six years had gone by since you uttered his name, and six years had led up to nothing but a nightmare coming to life.

in that moment, shared confusion finally morphed into horror. yoongi stood completely still, his body frozen as if the shock had turned him to stone. his face was locked in a rictus of terror, every muscle taut and unmoving, betraying the internal chaos raging within. he couldn't process what was happening, and he truly didn't want to. his eyes flickered between you and his step-father, and the scene that was in the process of unfolding was something that haunted him to his very core.

“(y/n)—” your father found himself calling out your name once more, but you had no interest in participating anymore. you had no interest in playing the sick, twisted gamr the universe had so cruelly had in store. despite his hand reaching for you, you found yourself moving backwards. your face crumpled as if you had been punched, the lines of your features collapsing into a grotesque expression of disbelief. your brows knitted together, and her eyes were filled with an agonizing realization that seemed almost too much to bear.

“no,” and it was all you could think to say. “no, no, no,” a sequence of the same word in an everlasting repetition as you backed away from the table. your head had started to spin, the background noise becoming suffocating.

it didn't take long for you to run for the exit, the walking in reverse only worsening your state. you ran, you ran out of the restaurant, and you didn't know what was happening. you couldn't process what was happening. you had told yoongi absolutely everything—he knew absolutely everything. the same way you knew everything—how his father had passed, how his mother had re-married, how fond he was of his step-father. you felt queasy at the thought, practically collapsing in front of the restaurant.

yoongi had put the pieces together as he ran after you. he said nothing more to his parents when his instincts kicked in—he ran. his face went ashen, his hands gripping his stomach as if trying to hold back the rising tide of nausea. the grotesque scene made his insides lurch, and he fought to keep himself from retching. everything had started to come together, even the stew that you had made him found its role to play, yet nothing made sense.

what was supposed to be clean, crisp air felt like an icy blanket against your skin as you fled the restaurant. the once-warm atmosphere of the evening had turned frigid, and each step you took seemed to echo the churning chaos inside your heart. your footsteps pounded against the pavement, and the hum of distant traffic was a dissonant backdrop to your escalating panic. behind you, yoongi’s footsteps grew louder, his hurried breaths blending with the rhythm of your own. his voice, strained with emotion, called out, “wait! please, just wait!”

you couldn’t stop. the sight of your father, now yoongi’s stepfather, had struck a devastating blow. the pain of abandonment, which had never truly healed, surged up anew. you could feel the tears blurring your vision, mixing with the raw fury and confusion that churned within you. how could this happen? how could he be so close, yet so impossibly distant?

you stumbled through the parking lot, the gleam of streetlights casting long, distorted shadows. you reached the edge of the street, the dim light from a nearby lamppost flickering erratically. your breaths came in ragged bursts, and you tried to calm the storm inside, but every time you thought of yoongi’s mother sitting beside him, the image of your father at the table, it only intensified the emotional tempest.

yoongi’s hand touched your shoulder gently but firmly, his touch a jarring contrast to the storm raging inside you. he turned you to face him, his eyes searching yours with a desperation that cut through your turmoil. “please,” he said, his voice breaking, “let’s talk this out. i know this is overwhelming, but running away won’t solve anything. we need to work through this together.”

you shook your head vehemently, tears streaming down your cheeks. “no, yoongi, you don’t get it. this isn’t just about you and me anymore. it’s about my entire life being upended. my father abandoned me when i needed him the most, and now he’s a part of your life. it’s too much. it’s unbearable.” yoongi’s face twisted with a blend of pain and confusion. “i understand that this is a lot to process, but we can face this together. we’ve built something real, something beautiful. don’t let this tear us apart. i want to be here for you, through all of this.”

his words cut through you, but they also felt like a cruel irony. the very thing that made his plea so heartfelt was the same thing that made it impossible for you to stay. your heart ached at the sight of his pained expression, but the distance between you felt as insurmountable as the ocean. “you don’t understand,” you said, your voice quivering. “you can’t understand what it feels like to see someone who hurt you so deeply now being part of the life you’ve built. i can’t bear the thought of seeing him at every family event, every holiday, every time i come to visit. it’s not just about us anymore. It’s about a wound that never healed.”

yoongi’s eyes filled with a mixture of pleading and sorrow, as tears of his own threatened to spill. “please, don’t do this. we’ve been through so much together. i need you. i love you. i can’t just let you go without fighting for us. we can figure this out. i promise we can find a way to make this work.”

you felt a deep, wrenching pain at his words, a profound sadness that seemed to echo your own. “i’m so sorry, yoongi,” and it was all you could say. all you could do was apologize, because you knew it was over. you knew that the very thing keeping you afloat was about to let you drown.

with those final words, you turned and walked away, feeling yoongi’s gaze on your back as you moved further into the night. each step felt like an echo of the heartbreak you were leaving behind, and the street seemed to stretch endlessly before you, reflecting the uncertain path you now had to navigate alone. the night that followed was silent except for the distant hum of traffic, and as you walked away from, not just yoongi and the restaurant, but from everything.

the days following the breakup were a painful blend of routine and heartache. the dorm you shared with yoongi felt like a haunted space, where every corner seemed to echo with the remnants of what had once been. the silence between you was palpable, a constant reminder of the fracture in your lives. you'd become adept at avoiding him, slipping in and out of the apartment with calculated precision, hoping to minimize the awkward encounters that were now a painful part of your daily life. your classes and studies provided a temporary escape, but even there, the weight of the situation followed you, a shadow that refused to lift.

one particular afternoon, as you settled into a lecture hall, yoongi was left alone in the apartment. the sound of his footsteps, heavy and laden with melancholy, echoed in the quiet space. with you away, he sought solace in old habits that had long been buried. he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, the familiar rustle of the wrapper a sad comfort. the cigarette’s glow cut through the darkness of his room, but the smoke only seemed to amplify the shadows in his soul. the only part that remained unchanged was the open window.

the alcohol came next. he poured himself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as he stared vacantly at the wall. the burn of the liquor was a fleeting distraction from the gnawing emptiness inside him. he sank into a chair, the alcohol doing little to numb the ache that lingered in his heart. as the night deepened, his usual habits returned with a vengeance. he reached out to old friends, seeking solace in transient connections that only left him feeling more hollow. the nights were spent in a haze of smoke, drinks, and fleeting encounters with girls that roamed the halls, waiting for an ounce of a chance with him—an attempt to drown out the echo of your absence.

as you returned from class, you noticed a change. the apartment was filled with a sense of coldness, almost as if the warmth had been sucked out of it. yoongi’s demeanor had shifted dramatically; he was distant and cruel, his once-familiar warmth replaced by a frosty detachment. his once kind eyes were now often cast downward, and when they did meet yours, there was a sharpness in his gaze that was both new and painfully familiar.

weeks passed in a blur of strained interactions and bitter silence. it was during this period that you began to notice something troubling. yoongi’s routine had become erratic, punctuated by sudden absences and late-night returns. he was frequently out of the dorm, and the frequency of his comings and goings began to raise questions.

it wasn’t until one evening, as you returned from a late class, that the reality of yoongi’s new life hit you with full force. you entered the apartment to find it unusually quiet. a faint, melodic laughter reached your ears from the adjoining room. as you approached, the laughter grew louder, and you saw her—a girl, strikingly familiar, sitting on the couch in his presence. you had recognized her from your psych class. a gorgeous girl—a smart, gorgeous girl. they were locked in an intimate conversation, and the sight of them together was a punch to the gut.

yoongi’s new girlfriend had become a frequent visitor, her presence an unspoken testament to how his life had irrevocably changed. the frequency of her visits and the way Yoongi’s demeanor shifted in her presence made it clear that he had moved on, leaving you behind in a painful echo of the past.

you retreated to your room, your heart heavy with the realization that the man you had once shared your life with was now building a new one, one that did not include you. the echoes of his old habits and the new relationship only served to magnify the void left in the wake of your broken heart. the dorm, once a shared sanctuary, had become a place of silent suffering and unspoken regrets. each day was a reminder of the pain and loss that had unfolded, leaving both of you grappling with the emotional wreckage of a relationship that had ended too soon.

the afternoon sun cast a gentle, golden hue over the campus as you sat alone on a bench outside, a serene contrast to the turmoil inside you. the quiet beauty of the setting seemed almost mocking, a serene backdrop to the emotional storm that raged within. you had come here in search of some semblance of peace, but instead, you found yourself lost in a labyrinth of memories and regrets. the past weeks had been a blur of sadness and loneliness. yoongi’s absence, the cold distance between you two, and the abrupt change in his life had left you feeling abandoned and adrift. the dorm had become a place of constant reminders of what was lost, and even the comfort of familiar spaces had turned against you.

sitting on the bench, you let your thoughts wander through the fragments of your recent past—yoongi’s new girlfriend, his sudden coldness, and the growing void in your life. each thought seemed to pull you further into the abyss of your own emotions. you felt a deep ache, an overwhelming sense of loneliness that no amount of rationalization could soothe.

the quiet of the campus was interrupted only by the distant hum of students and the occasional rustle of leaves. you fought to keep the tears at bay, but the weight of everything proved too heavy. your shoulders began to shake, and soon, the sobs you had been holding back burst forth uncontrollably. you buried your face in your hands, letting the tears flow freely, each one a testament to the heartache and confusion that had consumed you.

it was in a moment of utter despair that you felt a presence behind you. the sensation was faint but unmistakable. you wiped your eyes and turned, expecting to see a passerby or perhaps another student. instead, your eyes met with taehyung’s—his gaze soft, yet filled with a deep concern that mirrored your own pain. his absence in recent weeks had been painfully noticeable, particularly after your relationship with yoongi became more serious. the silence between you two had been a silent testament to unspoken feelings and unresolved tension.

he approached cautiously, his usual exuberance replaced by a solemnity that matched the mood. “can i sit with you?” he asked, his voice gentle yet laced with an earnest vulnerability. you nodded, unable to speak through the remnants of your tears. taehyung settled beside you on the bench, his presence a soothing balm to your fractured emotions. for a long moment, there was silence between you, the kind that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

finally, the floodgates of emotion that you had tried so hard to hold back burst open again. you began to tell taehyung everything—from what happened to your parents, to what happened in the restaurant, to what was currently happening. each word was a painful release, and taehyung listened with a patience and understanding that you had desperately needed, despite the shock that flooded his system.

he reached out, placing a comforting hand on your back. “i’m so sorry you’re going through this,” he said softly. “i’ve been an asshole for not reaching out sooner. i let my feelings get in the way of being there for you.” the warmth of his hand and the sincerity in his voice brought a fresh wave of tears. you leaned into him, finding solace in his comforting presence. his arms wrapped around you, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a genuine sense of comfort and safety.

you were grateful. for a moment, you allowed yourself to feel grateful. taehyung and you grew closer than ever before. he became a constant, reassuring presence in your life, a bright spot in a time that had been marred by sorrow. he made efforts to distract you from the pain, planning outings, watching movies, and engaging in late-night talks that made the days more bearable.

the transformation in you was noticeable. you began to smile more, laugh freely, and engage in activities that had once brought you joy. even yoongi, though still distant, couldn’t help but notice the change. the sight of you appearing happier, more vibrant, stirred something within him. despite his new relationship, there was a pang of jealousy and regret that gnawed at him. he observed how taehyung seemed to be a beacon of light in your life, and it only served to highlight his own sense of loss.

“what's this?” you exclaimed, startled as taehyung came up from behind you. you were in the middle of studying, whilst waiting for his arrival, but he didn't come empty-handed.

a smile graced his face as he stood before you, a tray in his hands. you furrowed your eyebrows as you analyzed the contents of the paper tray—food, food that was definitely homemade, and not a product of the cafeteria. you looked up at him, flushed in the face as he took a seat next to you. “i made this,” he announced proudly. “don't just stare, it's for you.” the smile on your face faltered, but it wasn't because you weren't happy. in fact, you were delighted. no one had ever cooked you a meal since your mother had passed, and it was something that had been bugging taehyung for days. specifically, since you told him about her. it hurt him how you had to spend years fending for yourself, feeding yourself.

you couldn't stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. he gladly accepted, returning the hug as he nuzzled his head into the crack of your neck. you had hugged so many times, but never like that. “thank you, tae,” and the nickname stuck. the gentle tone you used stuck. he remained silent, but he refused to break the embrace. it was something that hadn't gone unnoticed—you settled into his touch, and took note of just how sweet he was being.

“you're joking,” yoongi muttered to himself. it was stronger than him, he couldn't help the way his blood just so happened to boil. he was just a few meters away. he didn't want to watch—he wanted to walk past you like he didn't care, but he cared. he cared too much. he knew he had no right—he was the one that was cruel, the one that moved onto the next new thing, why couldn't you?

the days had settled into a comforting routine of companionship and mutual support. taehyung’s presence was like a steady anchor in the stormy sea of your emotions, and his efforts to bring light into your life had begun to heal some of the wounds that had seemed so insurmountable.

one evening, after another day spent together, you and taehyung were sitting on the couch in the living room. yoongi had gone somewhere, perhaps to his girlfriend's dorm, it didn't really matter. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a lamp, casting a warm, soothing light. the air was filled with the soft hum of a music playlist, and you both had just finished a shared meal—one that he had cooked—lingering over the simple pleasure of being in each other’s company.

he had been unusually quiet, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a contemplative mood. you noticed the change but chose to let it be, sensing that something was weighing on his mind. as the music played softly in the background, he turned to face you, his expression serious yet kind. “there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” he began, his voice carrying a note of hesitation that immediately drew your attention. he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he looked at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

you nodded, sensing the gravity of the moment. “what’s on your mind?” you asked, your voice gentle, hoping to offer him the space to express whatever was troubling him.

his gaze dropped to his hands, fidgeting slightly as he tried to find the right words. “i’ve been thinking a lot about us—about the time we’ve spent together recently,” he said slowly. “and i’ve realized something. i really care about you. i mean, more than just as a friend.”

his words hung in the air, and you could feel the sincerity in his tone. you could see the vulnerability in his eyes, a reflection of the feelings he was trying to articulate. the room seemed to hold its breath as he continued. “i like you,” he said, his voice wavering slightly with the weight of his confession. “i’ve had feelings for you for a long time now. and i know things have been really tough for you lately, and i don’t want to push you or make things harder. but i want to be honest about how I feel. i'dd really like us to be more than just friends, if you’re open to it.”

the confession was delivered with such earnestness that it left you momentarily speechless. you could sense the depth of his feelings, and though you were still healing from the end of your relationship with yoongi, his words resonated with a different kind of warmth. you took a deep breath, your mind racing through the emotions and thoughts that his confession stirred. the memories of your relationship with Yoongi were still fresh and raw, and you found yourself hesitating. there was a part of you that wanted to take this chance with taehyung, who had been a steadfast support throughout your struggles. but you were also wary of comparing what you had with him to what you once had with yoongi.

his eyes were searching yours, filled with hope and a hint of nervousness. he had laid his heart bare, and the vulnerability of the moment was palpable. you could see how much courage it had taken for him to speak up, and you didn’t want to hurt him with a response that might imply you weren’t ready or that you were comparing him to your ex.

the silence stretched, and you could feel the weight of your indecision. you wanted to be honest, but you also didn’t want to diminish the significance of bis feelings. finally, you nodded slowly, trying to give him an answer that reflected your own complex emotions without dismissing his sincerity.

“tae,” you began softly, “i really appreciate you being so honest with me. i’ve been through a lot recently, and i’m still figuring things out. but i like you. i like you, too. and I’d like to see where this could go, if you’re willing to give it a chance.” a look of relief washed over his face, and he reached out to take your hand gently.

“thank you,” he said, his voice filled with quiet gratitude. “i know this is a lot to take in, and i’m not asking for anything to be decided right away. i just wanted you to know how i feel.” you squeezed his hand, feeling a mix of hope and apprehension. the connection between you was different from what you had experienced with yoongi, but there was something undeniably comforting about taehyung’s presence.

taehyung kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and you leaned into him, enjoying the closeness. the laughter and conversation flowed easily, a stark contrast to the loneliness you had felt just weeks before. as the night wore on, the atmosphere between you grew more charged, a testament to the deepening bond you were forming.

the way he looked at you was heartfelt, and the sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter. you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of adoration and hesitstion. his hand gently cupped your cheek, and as he leaned in, you could feel the anticipation build. when his lips finally touched yours, it was a soft, exploratory kiss. it started with a gentle press, a tender connection that seemed to convey all the unspoken emotions between you. as the kiss deepened, it became more passionate, a beautiful expression of the feelings that had grown between you. his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his touch both comforting and exhilarating.

just as the kiss reached its most intense, the sudden slam of the dorm door broke the moment. yoongi, disheveled and clearly inebriated, stumbled into the room. his eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him—taehyung’s arms around you, the lingering kiss that had just ended. for a few tense seconds, he stood there, frozen in place. his face was a mix of anger and confusion, the alcohol exacerbating his emotions.

taehyung, noticing the intrusion, broke the kiss and looked over his shoulder. he met yoongi’s gaze with a steely calmness. “goodnight, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice steady despite the charged atmosphere. he leaned in to give you a quick, but gentle kiss on the cheek. “i'll see you tomorrow.”

he stood up, walking towards the other man with a confident stride. the two men exchanged a long, menacing look—taehyung’s eyes filled with a defiant challenge, while yoongi’s gaze was a mix of fury and jealousy. without a word, taehyung walked past him and out of the dorm, leaving the tension palpable in the room.

as his footsteps faded away, you turned to face your ex-boyfriend, trying to ignore the turmoil brewing inside you. you busied yourself with preparing for bed, the normalcy of the routine contrasting sharply with the emotional upheaval. you could feel his eyes on you, his presence a constant reminder of the past you were trying to move beyond.

after a few minutes of strained silence, yoongi’s voice broke through, laced with a mocking tone. “your boyfriend’s cute,” he said, the words dripping with a mixture of sarcasm and envy. you looked over at him, your emotions still raw. “well, your girlfriend’s even cuter,” you retorted, trying to mask the hurt with a sharp edge.

his expression darkened, and he leaned against the doorframe, his gaze intense. “her name is joohyun,” he said, his voice flat. the correction struck you like a physical blow. the way he spoke about her only deepened the wound. you forced a smile, though it felt brittle and insincere. “huh, pretty name,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

you and yoongi locked eyes, the shared pain between you palpable. there was an unspoken understanding in the look you exchanged—an acknowledgment of the hurt and regret that lay beneath the surface. it was a moment of raw honesty, even though no words were spoken. with a final, heavy sigh, you turned away and made your way to your room. the quiet of the dorm was almost suffocating, the weight of the recent events hanging heavily in the air. as you closed the door behind you, the tears you had been holding back finally fell, mingling with the sorrow of a relationship that had ended and the pain of seeing him move on so quickly.

the days following the confrontation had been a delicate balance of strained civility and simmering tension. the air between you and yoongi had shifted from outright hostility to a more subdued, yet pervasive, awkwardness. he no longer expressed his anger through harsh words or glaring silence; instead, he resorted to mocking comments and passive-aggressive remarks, all aimed at your budding relationship.

every morning, you would encounter yoongi in the shared spaces of the dorm. he had taken to casually taunting you about your new relationship, his comments laced with a biting edge that made your stomach churn. the kitchen became a battlefield of sarcastic jabs and forced smiles.

one morning, as you were preparing coffee, he sauntered into the kitchen, his demeanor as nonchalant as ever. “so, how’s your boyfriend doing?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “you two planning a romantic dinner tonight? maybe you’ll even get a serenade.”

you shot him a pointed glare but kept your response measured. “taehyung’s been really great. thanks for asking,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you poured the coffee. he chuckled, leaning against the counter. “oh, i'm sure he is. i mean, he’s perfect, right? must be nice to have someone who’s always ‘so thoughtful’ and ‘so caring.’”

the irritation was mounting, but you chose to ignore it, focusing on your breakfast. you had hoped the passive-aggressive remarks would eventually stop, but they only seemed to escalate. each day brought new comments, each more pointed and bitter than the last. it was clear that his jealousy was consuming him, and he channeled it into these relentless, mocking jabs.

the situation reached a new level of discomfort one afternoon in the common room. you were sitting on the couch, absorbed in a book, when he plopped down beside you. he took a swig from his beer, his eyes flicking over to you with a smirk. “let me ask you something,” he said, his tone condescending. within a second, he was close. much too close. “has he fucked you yet? how good does he fuck you?”

the question hit you like a physical blow, the frustration and hurt that had been building up finally reaching a boiling point. you slammed the book shut and stood up abruptly, facing him. “you know what, yoongi? i'm sick of your shit. i don't give you shit for joohyun, you should think of doing the same.”

he raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “for someone who can take dick so well, a joke is where you draw the line?”

that was the final straw. without thinking, you reached out and aimed a slap at his face. the movement was swift and fueled by a mixture of anger and hurt, but his reflexes were quicker than you were. he caught your wrist before your hand could make contact, his grip firm and unyielding.

his eyes locked onto yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them. there was a tense silence as he held your wrist, both of you caught in the charged moment. the air was thick with unspoken words, and the close proximity made it impossible to ignore the intensity between you. “don’t,” he said, his voice low and strained. “don’t think you can just lash out at me like that.”

you tried to pull your wrist free, but his grip only tightened. “let me go, yoongi,” you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. instead of releasing you, he used his free hand to brace himself against the wall, trapping you between his body and the hard surface. his face was inches from yours, and the heat of his breath mingled with yours. the physical closeness was overwhelming, a stark reminder of the intimacy you once shared and had now become a battlefield of emotions.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the intensity of the confrontation was palpable, a fierce clash of emotions and desires. you could see the conflict in his eyes—his anger, his frustration, but also a lingering trace of hurt and longing. it was as if he was struggling to reconcile his feelings with the reality of the situation.

“you think you can just move on like that?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “like it’s all so easy for you?” you met his gaze, your own emotions mirrored in the depth of his eyes. “i learned from the best.”

the proximity and tension were almost unbearable. you could feel the conflict within him, the way he fought to suppress the remnants of his feelings for you. his grip on your wrist remained firm, but the energy between you was shifting. it was a battle between holding on and letting go, a struggle that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. finally, with a visible effort, he loosened his grip and stepped back, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. “fine,” he muttered, turning away. “you wanna act like you love him? go ahead.”

you rubbed your wrist where his grip had left a mark, feeling a mixture of relief and residual anger. the moment of intense proximity had left you both emotionally drained. his retreating figure was a reminder of the complex and painful dynamics between you. with a deep sigh, you turned and walked away from the common room, heading towards your bedroom. the confrontation had left you shaken, and the sense of unresolved tension lingered in the air. as you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it, closing your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing.

as you lay in bed, trying to process the emotional upheaval of the day, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. the light from the screen cut through the darkness, drawing your attention. you reached over and picked it up, blinking as you saw taehyung’s name displayed on the screen. you opened the message, your heart lifting slightly at the sight of his familiar text— reading in big letters—“dinner tomorrow at 8? i’ve got a place in mind that i think you’ll really like. let me know if you’re up for it!”

a small smile tugged at your lips as you read the message. you could practically read them in his voice. his thoughtful gesture was a welcome distraction from the turmoil you had experienced earlier. his consideration for your feelings and his attempt to bring a bit of normalcy and joy into your life was a balm to your frazzled emotions.

you quickly typed out a response, your fingers moving with a newfound eagerness—“sounds wonderful, tae. i can't wait to see you!”

as soon as you hit send, a wave of relief washed over you. the thought of spending time with taehyung, away from the tension of the dorm and the echoes of the day’s confrontations, was comforting. it was a chance to focus on something positive and to enjoy a moment of connection that wasn’t tinged with the complexities and pain of your past. you placed your phone back on the nightstand, feeling a bit lighter.

the following day, a faint sense of normalcy had begun to return. after a well-rested night, you woke up with a renewed focus, determined to distract yourself from the emotional turmoil by engaging in a productive task. you decided that tidying up your dorm would be a good way to occupy your time and perhaps lift your spirits.

you spent the morning sorting through clutter, dusting shelves, and organizing your space. the rhythmic movements and the satisfaction of seeing your environment gradually transform from chaotic to orderly provided a small, tangible sense of accomplishment. the task was therapeutic in its own way, offering a reprieve from the emotional noise of recent days.

by the afternoon, the dorm was clean and well-organized. the transformation was striking; the living room and kitchen, once cluttered and disheveled, now looked inviting and serene. you had even taken the time to freshen up the bathroom and arrange the space with thoughtful touches, adding a few decorative elements to make it feel more homely.

as evening approached, you started to prepare for your date. you had planned to meet him at a cozy, little restaurant he had mentioned, and the anticipation of the evening ahead made you feel a bit lighter. you took a leisurely shower, the hot water soothing your muscles and clearing your mind. afterward, you carefully selected an outfit that made you feel both comfortable and confident. you chose a simple, elegant dress that highlighted your features without being overly flashy—a perfect balance for the occasion. it was a tight, red dress. it was gorgeous, falling to your knees and highlighting your curves. you completed the look with a touch of makeup and a soft, understated hairstyle that framed your face gently.

with everything in place, you stood in front of the mirror, admiring your reflection. the process of getting ready had been a pleasant distraction, and now, as you looked at yourself, you felt a renewed sense of confidence and excitement for the evening. the image in the mirror was a stark contrast to the person who had been struggling just days before.

unbeknownst to you, yoongi had returned from his classes earlier than expected. he had slipped into the dorm quietly, intent on grabbing a few things before heading out again. the dorm was eerily quiet as he entered, the door closing softly behind him.

he made his way through the living room, heading toward his room to collect his belongings. as he passed by the open door of the bathroom, he noticed the activity in the adjoining room. the sight of the living space—neat and inviting—caught his attention. but it was the reflection in the mirror that drew him in.

there, in the hallway, he saw you standing in front of the mirror. the soft, golden light from the lamp in the corner bathed you in a warm glow, making you appear almost ethereal. the transformation from the emotional turmoil of recent days to the poised and elegant figure in front of him was striking. he froze, his gaze fixed on you. he watched as you made subtle adjustments to your outfit and checked your reflection. your movements were graceful, and there was a serene expression on your face that he hadn’t seen in a long time. it was a side of you that was vibrant and alive, and it stirred something within him—a mixture of regret, longing, and unresolved feelings.

he stood there in silence, a few steps away from where you were, feeling the weight of the moment. the sight of you, looking so composed and ready for a night out, was a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions that had marked the past weeks. It was as if he was seeing a side of you that he had forgotten or perhaps never fully appreciated.

as you turned away from the mirror, a contented smile on your lips, you noticed yoongi standing there, his presence suddenly apparent. the brief moment of surprise on your face quickly shifted to a neutral expression, though the brief eye contact was enough to convey a silent acknowledgment of the situation.

“yoongi,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady. “i didn’t realize you were back.” he nodded, his expression a mix of contemplation and something more guarded. “yeah. i didn’t mean to interrupt.”

you shook your head, a small smile forming as you turned your back to him, facing the mirror once more, “it’s okay. i was just getting ready for a date tonight. taehyung’s picking me up soon.” the mention of his name seemed to spark a flicker of emotion in yoongi’s eyes. he took a deep breath, trying to mask the jealousy that had become so familiar.

you had expected yoongi would just walk away while you faced the mirror, a silent figure behind you. instead, you heard his footsteps approaching, the soft thud of his shoes against the wooden floor echoing in the room. your breath caught in your throat, and you froze in place, eyes widening as he stopped just behind you.

“that dress looks so good on you,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, sending shivers down your spine. you saw his reflection in the mirror, his eyes dark and intense, focused solely on you. “you should pair it with the gold necklace i bought you. it looks so fucking good on you.” his fingers brushed the back of your neck lightly, tracing the spot where the necklace would rest.

a shiver ran through you, your skin tingling where he touched. his hand lingered, his fingers warm and firm against your skin, and you tensed up, torn between pulling away and leaning into his touch. “does he know you like being touched here?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

you wanted to speak, to tell him to stop, but the words caught in your throat. you just let him, your heart pounding in your chest, guilt and desire warring within you. his fingers glided down the side of your neck, and you bit your lip, a soft whimper escaping you.

he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above the crook of your neck, and inhaled deeply. “did you pick this perfume because it's my favorite, or his?” he asked, his voice a husky murmur. you felt his breath against your skin, warm and intoxicating, and you shivered again, torn between resisting and giving in.

your mind screamed at you to stop him, to think of taehyung, but your body betrayed you. yoongi's hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against him, his chest warm and solid against your back. you felt his lips graze your neck, feather-light, and a soft moan escaped your lips. “yoongi, please,” you managed to whisper, though you couldn't quite say whether you were begging him to stop or to continue. he turned you around slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, and you found yourself looking up at him, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

his hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, and he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a slow, intense kiss. you felt a surge of guilt, knowing you were betraying your boyfriend, but you couldn't help but kiss back, your hands gripping the front of yoongi's shirt. the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past your lips, and you felt yourself melting into him, your resolve crumbling. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer, and you clung to him, lost in the heat and the intensity of the moment.

when he finally pulled back, you were both breathless, his forehead resting against yours. “you feel that too, don't you?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. you could only nod, your heart aching with the realization of what just happened, and what was about to happen. it was about to happen because you were weak against him, you were weak in the knees for him.

yoongi's lips crashed against yours, urgent and demanding, and you responded with equal fervor, your hands roaming over his back, pulling him closer. he lifted you effortlessly, setting you down on the edge of the bed, his hands exploring your body with a hunger that left you breathless. your dress slipped down further, pooling around your waist as his hands roamed over your exposed skin. his mouth followed the path of his hands, trailing hot kisses down your tits, making you arch into him, craving more of his touch.

you tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. he obliged, pulling it over his head in one swift motion, revealing the toned muscles of his torso. your hands explored his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingers. history had come to repeat itself once more, under the worst circumstancee possible.

his hands moved to your thighs, spreading them apart as he positioned himself between them. his lips found yours again, the kiss deep and consuming, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive intensity that made you moan into his mouth. he lifted you further onto the bed, his hands gripping your hips as he settled between your legs. the friction of his body against yours was almost too much to bear, and you felt a desperate need for him, a need that only he could satisfy.

“tell me you want this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a husky whisper. “tell me you want me.”

“i want you,” you whispered back, your voice thick with desire. “i need you, yoongi.”

that was all the encouragement he needed. his hands slid beneath your dress, pulling it off completely, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath him. his eyes roamed over your body, dark with lust, and you felt a flush of heat spread through your core under his intense gaze. his fingers trailed down your body, sending shivers of pleasure through you. he touched you with a reverence that made your heart ache, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. when his fingers finally found your pussy, you gasped, your body arching into his touch.

he teased you mercilessly, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, building the tension within you until you were a trembling mess beneath him. just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, his tongue flicking against your clit with a skill that left you breathless. your hands fisted in the sheets, your body writhing beneath his touch as he brought you to the edge of ecstasy. you felt the tension building, a coil tightening within you, ready to snap. and when it did, you cried out his name, your body shuddering with the force of your release.

but yoongi didn't stop. he continued to lick your pussy clean, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering, boneless mess beneath him. only then did he rise, his eyes dark with desire as he shed the last of his clothing, revealing just how hard his dick was, how badly he needed you.

he positioned himself over you, his body aligning with yours in a way that felt both natural and inevitable. he spread you slowly, giving you time to adjust, his eyes locked on yours as he filled you completely. the sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left you gasping for breath. he moved within you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust deep and measured, designed to drive you both to the brink. you met his movements eagerly, your bodies moving in perfect sync, a dance as old as time.

the pleasure built between you, an unstoppable force that drove you both higher and higher. his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. he watched the way your tits bounced with each thrust, the way your pussy clenched around his cock. you could feel the tension building again, that familiar coil tightening within you.

and when it finally snapped, you came together, your cries mingling in the air as your bodies shuddered with the force of your release. he collapsed beside you, his chest heaving with exertion, his skin slick with sweat.

reality hit you like a cold wave. the warmth of the moment dissipated, replaced by a chilling realization of what you had just done. you quickly disentangled yourself from him, your movements frantic as you reached for your discarded clothes. you dressed hastily, your mind racing with the implications of your actions.

he watched you, his eyes narrowing in anger and confusion as you fixed yourself up. “where are you going?” he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.

“i have a date, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panicked, your voice barely above a whisper. the weight of your betrayal hung heavy in the air, suffocating you. without waiting for a response, you rushed out of the room, leaving him behind, fuming and bewildered.

you ran to meet taehyung, your heart heavy with guilt and regret, knowing that the consequences of what had just happened would haunt you. but for now, you had to face him, pretending nothing was amiss, even as the memory of yoongi's touch lingered on your skin.

taehyung had gone to great lengths to reserve seats at a high-end restaurant, a place that was notoriously difficult to get into. he checked his watch anxiously, noting that you were fifteen minutes late. his fingers drummed on the table, a subtle display of his concern and impatience. when you finally arrived, slightly breathless and flushed, his worried expression softened into a relieved smile. “hey, i was starting to get worried,” he said, standing up to pull out your chair.

“i'm so sorry, tae. traffic was horrible,” you lied smoothly, sliding into the seat he had so thoughtfully prepared for you. your heart pounded in your chest, guilt gnawing at your insides like a relentless beast. he settled back into his chair, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “i'm just glad you're here. i hope you’re hungry. i heard the food here is amazing.”

you forced a smile, trying to push the thoughts of yoongi from your mind. “yeah, I’m starving,” you replied, even though the knot of guilt in your stomach made the thought of eating almost unbearable. as the waiter approached, taehyung took charge, ordering a selection of dishes he thought you would enjoy. he had clearly put a lot of thought into this evening, and the realization made the weight of your earlier actions press even harder on your conscience.

throughout the meal, he was his usual charming self, effortlessly keeping the conversation light and engaging. he talked about his day, the latest campus gossip, and shared funny anecdotes that had you laughing despite the turmoil inside you. but as much as you tried to act normal, the memory of yoongi's touch lingered, his words echoing in your mind. you could still feel the ghost of his hands on your skin, the taste of his kiss on your lips. each time taehyung reached out to touch your hand or brush a strand of hair from your face, you flinched inwardly, the guilt intensifying with each tender gesture.

“are you okay?” he asked at one point, his brow furrowing in concern. “you seem a bit distracted.”

“i’m fine,” you assured him quickly, forcing another smile. “just a little tired, i guess.” he nodded, though he didn’t seem entirely convinced. still, he didn’t press the issue, instead continuing to share stories and keep the atmosphere light. you were grateful for his efforts, even as your mind continued to spiral with guilt.

when dessert arrived, he insisted you try a bite of his favorite dish. he held the fork out to you, his eyes filled with affection and hope. you leaned forward, accepting the bite, and tried to focus on the sweetness of the dessert rather than the bitterness of your betrayal.

as the evening drew to a close, he reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “i had a great time tonight,” he said softly, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “i’ve been looking forward to this the past day.”

“me too,” you replied, though your voice sounded hollow to your own ears. the sincerity in his eyes made your stomach churn, and you had to look away to hide the tears that threatened to spill. he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. “you know, i love that perfume on you. it’s my favorite.”

his words were like a knife to your heart, and you had to swallow hard to keep from breaking down. “thank you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. the irony of his compliment twisted painfully inside you, knowing that it was yoongi’s favorite too.

after settling the bill, taehyung stood and helped you with your coat, his hands lingering on your shoulders in a way that was both comforting and suffocating. as you left the restaurant, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. the warmth of his touch only intensified the cold knot of guilt in your stomach.

when he walked you to the door of your room, he leaned in for a gentle kiss, his lips soft and sweet against yours. you kissed him back, but all you could think about was yoongi, and the betrayal that lay between you. “i’ll call you tomorrow,” he said, his voice filled with promise and affection. “goodnight, tae,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly. as soon as the door closed behind you, the weight of your guilt crashed down on you with full force. you leaned against the door, tears streaming down your face as taehyung's words echoed in your mind.

“i love that perfume on you.”

the next morning, you walked into your english literature class, your mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. taehyung was already there, saving a seat for you beside him. he smiled brightly as you approached, his eyes lighting up with genuine happiness. “good morning!” he greeted, his voice warm and cheerful. “i hope you slept well.”

you forced a smile, hoping to mask the turmoil inside you. “morning, tae. i did, thanks.” you sat down beside him, trying to ignore the heavy weight of yoongi's gaze from across the room. as the professor began the lecture, you felt his eyes on you, burning into your back. it was impossible to concentrate on the discussion about shakespeare’s sonnets when all you could think about was the intense connection you had shared with him the night before.

every time you glanced his way, he was watching you, his expression unreadable but his eyes dark with something you couldn't quite decipher.

taehyung leaned over, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. “hey, jackson's throwing another party this weekend. he really wants us to come.” you nodded, trying to focus on his words and not the feeling of yoongi's eyes on you. “that sounds okay. are you sure it’ll be safe this time?”

he chuckled, his smile reassuring. “yeah, don’t worry. we’ll be going as a couple this time. it’ll be safer with us together.” you felt a pang of guilt at his words, the memory of your betrayal fresh in your mind. “that sounds great,” you said, forcing enthusiasm into your voice. “i’m looking forward to it.”

from the corner of your eye, you saw yoongi's reaction. he scoffed softly to himself, a derisive sound that made your heart skip a beat. his expression hardened, and you could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he made a mental note. he leaned over to his friend and whispered something, his eyes still locked on you. you could only imagine what he was thinking, the anger and hurt simmering beneath his calm facade.

the rest of the class passed in a blur, the tension between you and yoongi palpable. when the lecture finally ended, you gathered your things quickly, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. as you walked out of the classroom with taehyung, his arm casually draped over your shoulders, you couldn’t help but feel yoongi's gaze follow you. the guilt gnawed at you, a constant reminder of the betrayal that lay between you and the man you had once trusted implicitly.

your boyfriend chattered happily beside you, oblivious to the turmoil inside you. “it’s going to be a great party,” he said, his excitement infectious. “i’ll make sure we have a fantastic time.” you nodded, forcing a smile as you leaned into his embrace. “i’m sure it will be, tae.” but as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the upcoming party would be anything but simple.

the rest of the week passed in a haze of guilt and tension. you did your best to ignore yoongi, avoiding his gaze in class and dodging any potential encounters. every time you saw taehyung, his genuine smiles and sweet gestures only made the guilt gnaw at you more fiercely. each night, you replayed the scene with yoongi over and over in your mind, the memory of his touch both a torment and a temptation you struggled to forget.

as the weekend approached, you found yourself increasingly anxious. you couldn't risk another encounter with your ex, not with taehyung's trust and affection weighing so heavily on your conscience. when the night of jackson’s party arrived, you decided to get ready in taehyung’s dorm, hoping the proximity to him would keep you grounded.

he watched you as you prepared, his eyes filled with admiration. “you look amazing,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “i’m so lucky to have you.” his words were like daggers to your heart. “thanks, tae,” you managed to say, forcing a smile as you adjusted your dress. the weight of his love and trust pressed heavily on your shoulders, almost unbearable in its intensity.

when you finally arrived at the party, the atmosphere was electric. the music thumped loudly, and the room was filled with people dancing and laughing. you clung to taehyung’s arm, drawing comfort from his presence as you tried to push thoughts of yoongi from your mind.

but it was impossible to ignore him. the moment you entered the room, your eyes locked onto him, standing across the room with joohyun. ahe was stunning, clinging to him with a possessive air, but his eyes never left you. they burned with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

in an effort to make you jealous, yoongi pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a heated kiss. they danced with his arm around her waist, his hands roaming over her body, all for you to see. the sight made your blood boil with a mix of anger and something else you didn’t want to admit. you knew you couldn’t take it anymore. fueled by a few drinks and a need to reclaim some semblance of control, you found yourself straddling taehyung’s lap. his eyes widened in surprise but quickly darkened with desire as you leaned in to kiss him passionately. you made sure yoongi could see every movement, every kiss, every touch.

his reaction was immediate. his eyes darkened with fury as he watched you with him. joohyun, oblivious to the tension, continued to grind against him, but his attention was solely on you. you could see the rage and jealousy simmering beneath his calm exterior.

after a few more drinks, yoongi whispered something to one of the guys, a sly smile playing on his lips. moments later, the announcement was made, cutting through the thick atmosphere—a game of truth or dare. you didn’t want to play, sensing the potential for disaster, but taehyung was eager, his excitement contagious. reluctantly, you agreed, hoping it would remain harmless.

the game began innocuously enough. joohyun dared jackson to make out with one of the girls, and everyone laughed as he complied with exaggerated enthusiasm. the same girl had asked yoongi for his body count, and he responded with a smug smile, his high number drawing gasps and giggles. then it was his turn. his eyes locked onto you, a dangerous glint in them. just your luck. “truth or dare?” he asked, his voice deceptively casual.

you hesitated, your heart pounding. “truth,” you said, hoping it would be the safer option.

a slow, predatory smile spread across his face as the room bubbled with anticipation. “is it true you had sex with me an hour before your date with taehyung?”

the room went silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. despite the music, it was practically silent. nobody said a word. you felt the blood drain from your face as everyone’s eyes turned to you. taehyung’s grip on you loosened, his expression one of shock and betrayal. you couldn’t deny it. the truth was written all over your face. “taehyung,” you stammered, your voice breaking, and it was all you could say. it was the only thing you could utter out.

he didn’t wait to hear your explanation. he stood up abruptly, his face a mask of hurt and anger. ignoring your pleas and apologies, he walked away, leaving you to face the aftermath of your actions.

joohyun turned on yoongi, her fists pounding against his chest as she yelled at him, tears streaming down her face. he barely reacted, his eyes locked on you with a mix of anger and something darker. he watched you run after taehyung, his gaze intense and unyielding. the damage had been done, and he didn't know if it was the alcohol or the pure rage he had been harboring for so long, but he didn't regret a minute of it. in fact, he thought of it as an accomplishment. even as you left him in the dust, running after taehyung, he remained stoic, no regrets.

the rain had started to pour down relentlessly as you sprinted after taehyung, your heart pounding in your chest. each raindrop felt like a heavy weight, mirroring the guilt that had settled like lead in your stomach. his figure was just ahead, his silhouette barely visible through the downpour. “taehyung!” you called out, your voice breaking as you slipped on the wet pavement, scrambling to catch up. he didn’t turn around, but you could see the tension in his posture. desperation fueled your steps as you finally reached him, grabbing his arm gently.

“taehyung, please, just listen to me,” you begged, your voice cracking. tears streamed down your face, mixing with the rain that drenched you both. “i’m so sorry. i never meant for any of this to happen.”

his face was a mask of pain, his own tears mingling with the rain. his eyes, usually so full of warmth, were now cold and hurt. “why?” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. “why did you do this?”

you felt your heart shatter as you saw the depth of his anguish. “i don’t know,” you sobbed. “it was a mistake, a terrible, horrible mistake. please, just give me a chance to make things right. i love you, taehyung. i love you so much. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

he shook his head slowly, his tears falling freely now. “you can’t just fix this with words. i needed to trust you, and now i don’t know if i can ever do that again.” his voice was filled with a deep sadness, as if he was mourning something he had lost. “maybe it was too soon for us. i shouldn’t have asked for a relationship this early.”

you felt your heart breaking further at his words. “please, tae,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “i can’t lose you. i know i messed up, but i'l do anything to make it right.”

taehyung’s gaze softened slightly, though the pain remained. “we can stay friends,” he said quietly. “but i can’t be with you like this. not after what’s happened. i love you more than yoongi ever could, and you just don't get that. you don't want that.” the words hit you like a physical blow, but before you could say anything more, he turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the rain. you watched him go, your heart aching with the weight of his rejection. as you trudged back to your dorm, the storm outside mirrored the storm within you.

when you finally reached your dorm, your rage was uncontrollable. the sight of yoongi, who was lounging casually in your room, made the anger inside you boil over. his relaxed demeanor only fueled your fury.

“how’s your boyfriend doing?” he asked, his voice dripping with casual indifference. without thinking, you slapped him hard across the face, the sting of the contact a fleeting relief against your raging emotions. his head snapped to the side, but he remained calm, almost as if he expected the reaction. “guess he didn’t take it so well,” he said coolly, his tone dismissive.

you reached to slap him again, but he caught your wrist in a firm grip, his expression hardening. “we’re not doing this shit again,” he said firmly, his voice unwavering.

you couldn't contain yourself. “i fucking hate you, i hate you so fucking much, you asshole.” he took your rage without flinching, his eyes cold and distant. “hate me all you want,” he said quietly. “but you wanted it as much as i did. this was never just about me. you played a part in this, too.”

he turned and walked away, disappearing into his room and slamming the door behind him. the finality of the sound echoed through the empty space, leaving you alone with your tormenting thoughts and the chaos of your emotions. you sank to the floor, your back against the door, tears mingling with the remnants of your rage. the reality of your situation crashed down on you, and the silence of the dorm was a painful reminder of how far things had gone wrong.

the days following the confrontation with yoongi were a blur of emotions. you spent your time in isolation, avoiding both him and taehyung. your anger towards him made you keep your distance from him, and your guilt over hurting taehyung drove you to avoid him as well. the weight of your actions hung over you like a dark cloud, making each step heavy and burdensome.

as you walked to your class, your thoughts were consumed by the aching emptiness of your days. you barely noticed the students passing by until a sharp voice cut through your fog of thoughts. “look who we have here.” joohyun's voice was icy, filled with venom. she stepped into your path, blocking your way. her eyes were filled with a mix of anger and contempt. “be honest, do you prefer being a slut, or a whore?”

you looked up at her, a mixture of weariness and resignation on your face. “i’m not here to fight,” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady. “i don’t want any trouble.” but she didn’t relent. “you think you can just waltz around like you didn’t ruin everything? you’re a fucking homewrecker, in case you weren't aware. a cheater too, apperantly.”

the words cut deep, but you tried to stay composed. “did he forget to mention that he came onto me?” you replied, your voice trembling slightly but resolute. her face turned a deep shade of red, her anger boiling over. without warning, she slapped you across the face. the sting was sharp, but you kept your gaze steady, refusing to show any more emotion. her reaction was immediate, a mix of frustration and rage that only intensified when she saw your stoic expression.

“you think you’re tough, is that it?” she practically hissed, raising her hand to strike you again. but before she could make contact, a firm hand grabbed her wrist.

“enough,” taehyung’s voice was low and commanding. he stepped in between you and her, his eyes blazing with anger. “get out of here, joohyun. you’ve made your point.”

her eyes widened in shock, and she glared at taehyung with a mix of hatred and disbelief. “you’re defending her? after everything she’s done—to me? to you?”

“fuck off,” taehyung said, his voice cold and final. “leave it be.” she hesitated for a moment, her fury still evident, but his presence and his words were enough to drive her away. she stormed off, her footsteps echoing down the hallway as she disappeared from view.

taehyung turned back to you, his expression softening as he took in your tear-streaked face. “are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice filled with concern. the tears that filled your eyes were not just from joohyun’s attack but from the overwhelming guilt that plagued you. “i don’t know,” you whispered. “i'm just so sorry, taehyung.” without a word, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. the warmth of his gesture was both comforting and heart-wrenching.

“come to my dorm,” he said softly. “we can skip class. you need a break, and i need to talk to you.” you nodded, your heart aching with a mix of relief and remorse. as you walked with him to his dorm, the weight of the past few days seemed to lift slightly. for the first time in days, you felt a sense of temporary respite.

over the next few days, you stayed at his dorm, avoiding your own and the confrontations with yoongi. you and taehyung spent time together, trying to find solace in each other’s presence, though the shadow of your guilt never fully left you. you didn’t return to your dorm, leaving yoongi to wonder about your whereabouts and adding another layer of complexity to the already tangled situation.

the separation from your own space and the constant presence of taehyung provided a small measure of peace, though it was tinged with the ache of unresolved issues and the deep scars of your recent actions. the turmoil within you was far from over, but for now, taehyung’s presence was a balm to your weary soul. even if he was there as a friend, and nothing more.

that's how it was supposed to be, at least. taehyung’s dorm was a sanctuary of quiet and warmth as you both settled onto his bed, the dim light of the lamp casting a soft glow around the room. you lay with your head resting comfortably in his lap, your body feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breaths as he stroked your hair with a tender, almost absent-minded affection. the movie played in the background, but neither of you paid much attention to it. Instead, his focus was solely on you, his gaze lingering on your face with a mixture of admiration and tenderness.

he couldn’t help himself from leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. the kiss lingered, and you turned your head slightly to meet his lips with your own. the gentle touch of the kiss quickly escalated into something more passionate, as if the raw emotions and unspoken needs were finally finding their outlet.

his breath was warm against your neck, sending goosebumps across your skin as he trailed kisses down to your collarbone. you gasped, arching into him, and his responding growl of desire was like a switch that had been flipped. suddenly, the gentle caresses turned to something more urgent, more needy. your hands found the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head to reveal the tapestry of abs that adorned his torso. your fingertips traced the muscles, committing the patterns to memory as his hands found the zipper of your shorts.

as the rest of the fabric fell away, the room grew hotter, the air thick with anticipation. his eyes raked over you, taking in every curve, every inch, as if committing you to memory. the way he looked at you made you feel beautiful, desired, and your heart raced in response. his fingers skimmed over your hips, your stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. you could feel his restraint, his need to savor every moment, to make sure this was what you truly wanted. but the way your body responded to his touch, the way you leaned into his kisses, the way your breath hitched when his hands found your tits, left no room for doubt.

his mouth found your neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and you felt yourself melting into the couch. your legs entwined with his, pulling him closer, until there was no space between you. the fabric of your underwear was the only barrier left, and it was as if it dissolved under the heat of his gaze. your skin was slick with sweat, and the sound of your breathing filled the room, a symphony of want and need. his hands moved lower, and you could feel his cock pressing against you. the realization sent a jolt of excitement through you, making you moan his name into the quiet night. and as he slipped inside you, he knew that this was a moment he'd cherish forever, even if it was the only one he'd ever have.

his strokes were deliberate, each one aimed to make you feel every inch of him. you matched his rhythm, your hips rising to meet his, your body moving in perfect harmony with his. the couch creaked beneath you, a testament to the passion that was unfolding. the friction was delicious, a sweet burn that built with every thrust, until you were on the edge of something so intense, you weren't sure you could handle it. taehyung's eyes never left yours, and in them, you saw the same need, the same desperation to make this moment last. because he knew it was fleeting.

your breaths grew shallower, your body tightening around him, and when you finally fell over that edge, the world shattered into a million brilliant pieces. his own climax followed shortly after, a groan torn from his chest that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment. he collapsed on top of you, his weight comforting, his heart pounding in sync with yours. for a moment, you just lay there, the only sound the ragged breaths that filled the room. the air was electric, charged with the intensity of what had just transpired.

the reality of the moment began to settle in. you hurriedly started to dress, the weight of what had just happened mixing with a lingering sense of guilt and confusion. just as you were pulling on your clothes, the door to taehyung’s dorm creaked open, and you froze, recognizing yoongi’s familiar silhouette in the doorway.

his eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene—both of you half-naked and disheveled. the raw pain and betrayal on his face were palpable, and without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the dorm. the door slammed shut behind him, and the sound echoed through the room, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

your heart raced as you looked at taehyung, your own shock and guilt mingling with the urgency of the moment. You wanted to call out for yoongi, to explain, but the words caught in your throat. taehyung, noticing the turmoil in your eyes, placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“go after him,” he urged softly. “fix things with him. i know you love him, and no matter how much i love you, i'll never be him.”

you looked up at him, your heart aching at his words. you couldn't imagine how much it hurt, how selflessly he could utter such a thing. you gave him a small, grateful smile, one that was tinged with sadness. “i love you, tae,” you whispered. he nodded, his own eyes glistening with unspoken emotion. “i love you, too.” with one last, lingering glance at taehyung, you dashed out of the dorm, searching for yoongi. so cruelly did you fail to notice just how selfless taehyung was. he cursed himself as he watched the door slam, allowing himself to slide back onto the couch, just minutes beforehand graced with your warmth. now, empty. it was empty, and he was alone. just as he always had been.

the corridor felt endless, your footsteps echoing as you chased after him. the guilt weighed heavily on your heart, and you knew you had to make things right. when you finally caught up with him, he was standing alone in the hallway, his shoulders slumped, his face a mask of hurt and anger. you approached him cautiously, your voice trembling. “yoongi, wait.”

his eyes, red-rimmed and filled with pain, met yours. “he fucked you good, didn't he?” he asked bitterly. “just like that? after everything?”

“we broke up, yoongi,” you reminded him, your voice breaking. “we broke up, and it killed me. and i know it fucking killed you, too.” his gaze softened slightly, but the pain in his eyes remained. “you broke up with me,” he insinuated. “you broke up with me, and i never stopped loving you.”

“i know,” you interrupted, your voice filled with regret. “i never stopped loving you either, but it's fucked up, yoongi.” he looked away, his fists clenched at his sides. for a minute, he remained silent. when what felt like forever had finally passed, he turned to face you, his eyes red and weary. “i’ve already made my decision,” he said, his voice flat. “i’m switching to hyesan. i’m leaving.”

the words hit you like a physical blow, and you felt your heart lurch in your chest. “you can’t go,” you pleaded. “we can work this out. we can fix things.” his expression hardened, the hurt and anger clear in his eyes. “i can’t stay. why the fuck should i stay? every time i look at you, i see what i lost. i see the mess we’re in.”

“it’s cold up there,” you whispered, trying to reach out to him. it was all you could say. it was cold up there—it was freezing up there. it was the kind of cold that would destroy him.

“can’t be any colder than here,” he whispered back, his voice breaking. “can’t be any colder than how it feels to be with you now.” his words were like ice, cutting deep into your already shattered heart. you struggled to hold back your tears, feeling the weight of his anger and pain. “please, yoongi,” you begged. “don’t leave. i’m sorry. i never meant for any of this to happen.”

his face twisted with anguish, and the pain in his eyes was almost too much to bear. “i hate the cold,” he confirmed, his voice trembling. you knew, you knew how much he despised it. “but i hate this even more. i hate feeling like this. i hate knowing that everything we had is gone.”

the rawness of his words left you feeling hollow, and you could no longer contain the tears that streamed down your face. “i love you, yoongi,” you cried. “i need you to stay. i don’t know how to fix this without you.”

his resolve seemed to waver for a moment, his own tears mixing with the frustration in his eyes. “i don’t know if we can fix it,” he said, his voice cracking. “i don’t know if we can keep going like this.” his words was ruthless, tearing at both of you in ways that felt almost unbearable. you cried together, the shared pain of the moment only amplifying the hurt between you. the night air was cold, but the chill between you was far colder.

the morning light filtered weakly through the curtains of your dorm room, casting a muted glow over the space. you awoke to the sound of rustling and clinking, and as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you saw yoongi packing his bags. his movements were methodical, but there was an air of finality to his actions that made your heart ache.

you sat on the couch, feeling the weight of the previous night’s argument like a heavy shroud. your eyes wandered around the room, finally landing on a photo album that had been left out after you’d been cleaning. it was an old, worn album from your childhood—a remnant of happier times that you had almost forgotten you had with you.

with trembling hands, you picked it up and opened it, the yellowed pages revealing memories long buried. as you flipped through the photos, each image seemed to tell a story of a past you had tried to move on from. there were pictures of your mother, her smile radiant and full of life, and snapshots of your father, who looked happy and carefree.

the room was silent except for the occasional sound of Yoongi’s belongings being packed. his eyes flickered toward you occasionally, but he said nothing, his expression unreadable. the sight of your mother’s face, so vibrant and alive in those photographs, made your tears flow uncontrollably. you traced her image with your fingers, feeling a pang of loss that had been buried under layers of time and pain.

he glanced over at you, his gaze softening as he saw the photos. “she was beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice breaking the silence. “you look just like her.”

you could only nod, your tears spilling freely now. yoongi’s heart ached as he watched you, his own emotions tumultuous as he observed the photo of your father. the realization struck him like a physical blow—he was about to leave you, the same way your father had left you. you and your mother. the parallel was almost too painful to bear, and the thought of repeating that kind of hurt was almost unbearable.

he approached you, his face a mix of anguish and determination. as he sat down beside you on the couch, he carefully closed the photo album, his fingers lingering on the worn cover. he gently brushed the tears from your cheeks, his touch tender and comforting.

“i’m not your father,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you looked up at him, the depth of his words hitting you with an unexpected force. the sincerity in his eyes and the gentleness of his touch made your heart ache with both relief and sorrow. the weight of the previous night’s arguments seemed to lift, if only slightly, as you felt the warmth of his presence.

he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you as if he could hold back the pain with his love. you buried your face in his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting sound amidst the storm of your emotions. he held you close, his own tears mingling with yours as he whispered, “you let me in your heart, and only an idiot would walk out.”

you clung to him, your tears flowing freely as you let out the pain and the love that had been bottled up inside. the hurt of the previous night and the fear of losing him were all there, but so was the overwhelming need to hold on to what you had together.

“i love you, yoongi,” you whispered through your tears. “i never stopped loving you.”

his grip tightened around you, his voice breaking as he responded, “i love you too. more than anything. and I’m here. i’m not going anywhere.”

the two of you held each other tightly, the words and emotions flowing freely as you shared a moment of raw vulnerability. the past few days had been a whirlwind of pain and confusion, but in that embrace, there was a glimmer of hope—a promise that despite everything, you were still connected.

as the minutes passed, the silence between you was filled with the gentle sounds of your breaths and the soft, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your small, intimate bubble of reconciliation. the pain of the past lingered, but in that moment, it was overshadowed by the strength of your love. in that moment, nothing mattered. not who his parents were, whose son he was. he was the love of your life.

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a/n: justice for taehyung?? this was so rushed!! thank you to those who made it to the end!!!

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Rebound | Chapter One: Cherry Picking

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: break up, implied cheating, cursing/sexual language

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound. Notes: The first chapter! Enjoy x

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You hated the days where the girl's basketball team was forced to practice with the boys. It meant that you'd have to deal with the smell of boy sweat, being blatantly checked out, and many of the guys making fools of themselves as they tried to show off. Not to mention, you didn't like giving away your plays to the boy's team. Sure, you all played for the same university, but with an even amount of championship wins, this year, the competition was between the boys and the girls and who would be able to bring home another title that year.

And, you'd caught the boy's captain, Min Yoongi watching you as you ran through plays with your team. However, it wasn't the glances like you were used to from the rest of his team, the ones that lingered over your body and left you feeling like you needed a shower. No, Yoongi was watching each step of your foot, each time you faked a pass, or threw a basket. He was learning from you, and that was completely unacceptable.

You and Yoongi has been playing together since you were in high school. Now, as seniors in college, it was both of yours last chance to earn a championship for your respective teams. You both had previous championship wins, but the boys and girls never won a championship in the same year. And, this year, it was going to be yours.

"Yah, Min Yoongi! Why don't you come down here and show off your own strategy instead of stealing mine?!"

"I wasn't stealing," he said. "I was admiring." A smirk crossed his face quickly, fading so quickly you weren't sure it had even been there at all. "But, fine. Come on boys, let's play some defense."

Yoongi called over his team and instructed his starters to get into their respective defensive positions. His eyebrow arched as he got into position in front of you, his stance low and his arms out. Yoongi was known for his defense, in fact, it had turned many games. If your offense could beat Min Yoongi, it could beat anybody.

"Captain on Captain," he said, his momentary smirk returning. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever loses has to stay and clean up. Both locker rooms."

You shrugged, you often stayed for hours after practice anyway, but the thought of having to clean the boy's locker room made you want to throw up. However, you agreed—not willing to back down—and waited for the coach to blow the whistle, signaling for you to begin.

You began dribbling the ball and headed towards the basket. Yoongi was right there with you, his chest less than an inch from you. You stopped and passed the ball to a teammate before booking it over to the side of the basket where she passed it back to you.

It was a fairly simple play--the ball only being passed between you two--unless for some reason either of you was otherwise occupied. It depended on your teammates moving around to keep their defenders busy while the two of you used the free space to your advantage.

Yoongi attempted to catch the pass, his fingertips connecting with the ball, but you managed to catch it and throw it up at the basket before he could get a grip. The ball bounced off the basket and rebounded in your direction.

Yoongi managed to catch the rebound and started dribbling down the court. You defended him, but he was faster than he looked. You managed to get in his face just as he shot the ball up towards the basket, but it didn't faze him and the ball sunk into the basket.

You cursed under your breath. You turned--attempting to retrieve the ball--and your ass rubbed against Yoongi's thigh and you could practically hear the smirk break out across his face.

The game continued fairly uneventfully. The boys were two points ahead due to a lucky three point shot. It was the last half of the final quarter and you had to do something. You carefully signaled to your team to do a play that involved passing the ball excessively before one of your teammates finally passes it back to you and you go for the three point shot. You could think of nothing sweeter than winning by one point.

The play went smoothly with the ball coming back to you. Yoongi had only left your side for a moment in an attempt to catch the pass back to you, but as he quickly discovered what you were planning, he lunged towards you. Attempting to stop the ball from its ascent, he had too much momentum and smacked right into you. The ball's ascent becoming much sharper and landing far short of the basket.

You--on the other hand--had fallen straight backwards. Luckily, your butt broke your fall and you rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, out of breath from the shock. You heard the whistle blown--indicating that Yoongi fouled you--and it brought you back to reality.

Everyone seemed to be asking if you were okay, in a flurry of questions that only made you feel dizzy. You simply offered a quick nod and made your way to the free throw line. You easily made the two free shots, tying up the game.

The whistle sounded. "Games over," the coach said. "Looks like the teams are pretty evenly matched." He nodded at you and Yoongi. He dismissed practice and you turned to look at Yoongi.

"So, I guess the bet's off? Since we tied? We'll each just clean our own?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind doing both. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You laughed. "I'm fine, Yoongi. You've seen me take worse falls."

"I know, it's just--I caused this one--"

"Well, if you really want to clean the girl's locker room, it's fine. Just text me first or something so I can make sure everyone's out."

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You didn't register Yoongi's text as you sat underneath your office desk. Your legs pulled into your chest as you tried to steady your breaths. He had to have known you were in your office by now. He'd been at practice and was probably changing when he sent the simple text.

"I'm breaking up with you, Y/N."

You knew your now--ex-boyfriend had probably left already--probably already had another date lined up. God, you hoped it wasn't with one of the other girls on your team. Partially because of the awkwardness, but also, because every girl on your team deserved better than a boy who would break up through text.

You heard a hesitant knock on the door. You huddled down closer underneath your desk, hoping that if you could keep your sobs quiet enough, whoever it was would just go away.

"Anyone still in here?" you heard Yoongi ask, as he peeked into the empty locker in room. Your office was connected to the locker room, but the blinds on your window were closed and your door was closed. You pulled your legs as close as they could possibly get to your body and pressed your head into your knees, hoping Yoongi would clean and leave thinking simply that you'd left already.

You heard as he shuffled around the locker room picking up half drank water bottles and making sure all the locks were secure. Your sobs were building up in your chest and you feared you couldn't hold them back. You inhaled sharply, but the exhale came out shaky. You whimpered, trying to hold the tears back.

The nearly completely concrete room carried sound better than some music rooms and it was only a moment later the shuffling paused.

"Y/N?"

You stayed quiet, even forgetting to breath for a few moments. You weren't sure how he immediately knew it was you. Maybe it was because you were always known to stay after practice and do your homework or work on strategy, often not leaving until it was dark. Or, maybe you two had simply played long enough together he could tell you from the others on the team.

You phone vibrated, somehow reverberating off the walls. It was simply reminding you of Yoongi's unread text and you muttered a silent curse as you heard the shuffling stop once again.

"Y/N?" he asked again, this time approaching the door to your office.

You closed your eyes and tried not to notice how the light was suddenly blinding you, even with your eyes shut.

"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" he asked. "Wait, what happened?"

You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy who was crouched down in front of your desk and examining you with his frustratingly puppy like eyes.

"It's nothing," you said, crawling out from underneath your desk and leaning against it and crossing your arms. Yoongi followed you, standing up, but not leaving the room.

"It's not nothing," he said. "I haven't seen you cry this much since you broke your wrist at championships Freshman year."

"At least I made the shot though," you said, smiling for half a second before it faded.

"I-I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"

You shook your head. "No, really, Yoongi, I'm fine. It's stupid."

Yoongi stood in silence, waiting for you to explain. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation or a fight, and you were too exhausted to argue with the boy. Normally, when you were grumpy, he was the first person you picked a fight with, but you hated him seeing you in your weakened state. And, you knew he would see through your attempts at trying to argue for what they were--trying to annoy him into leaving.

"Isn't Ji-yoo waiting for you?" you asked, your attempt at stalling causing him to sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. You knew mentioning his girlfriend was a sure fire way to piss him off, but the girl was sweet and a decent player. You honestly didn't want her to have to wait on your problems.

"Y/N, just tell me what happened. We've known each long enough. I'm not gonna tell any of the boys about this."

Your eyes shifted away from him and your hands gripped the desk, your knuckles turning white. You held back another sob that has built up during the conversation, feeling more pathetic than ever.

"Chan-woo broke up with me," you said. "He texted me a little before you did." The sob came out and you hid your face in your hands.

You felt Yoongi's body envelope yours. You immediately fell into his warmth, your face hiding in his black T-shirt. You could still smell his body wash and a small hint of a musky cologne. He'd obviously showered just after practice and you couldn't be more thankful as you took in his scent and you felt yourself relax against him and the desk.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and deep. It was the voice he used when he pitied you. His arm tightened around your back and you propped your chin on the center of his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand coming up to carefully brush some of your still damp hair from your face. "I know we're not really friends, but I don't like to see you upset. What happened to the Y/N from high school? You were the one breaking hearts then."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. "Like yours? Remember when you asked me to homecoming and I said no?" You dragged your fingertip over his chest and felt his gaze harden. Not maliciously, but enough to make you pause.

Your body tensed again under his gaze. His dark eyes looking at you in a way you couldn't describe. His gaze felt warm, but it was like sitting too close to a fire, the sparks began to burn.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do remember. I also remember driving you home after you got stood up that night."

You pulled away, losing his warmth was nearly painful, but you wiped your eyes, the tears having stopped spilling. The sobs were no longer in your throat, but you could still feel where they sat.

"Oh yeah," you said. "I, uh, forgot about that."

"I know you're upset, but you deserve better. You know that, right?"

"No, its okay. I know. He was a jerk, anyway, and I really should've seen this coming. I always saw the way he looked at the other girls on the team. I don't really know why I'm so upset about it. I know I shouldn't be cause he was probably cheating on me anyway, but--"

Yoongi's lips cut yours off. It caught you off guard, but your hands seemed to naturally gravitate towards his freshly washed and still half damp hair and your legs spread allowing him to come closer. His hands anchored to the desk on either side of your hips. The kiss was short, but heated, and when he pulled away you felt yourself yearning for him to come back.

"Stop talking about him," Yoongi said. "It'll make you feel worse."

"Yoongi, what was that?"

"You were rambling."

You couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at his excuse. Yoongi's eyes seemed to soften when you laughed, but his posture was still tense, his hands still resting on either side of you, and his body still so much closer than you two got outside of the court.

"I never liked the way he talked about you in the locker room," he said, his head lowering slightly. His gaze falling from yours.

"Mmm, is that right? How'd he talk about me?"

Yoongi seemed surprised at your response, but his gaze shot back to yours. It had darkened though, from a look of concern to one of need.

"All the things he wanted to do to you," he said, his voice becoming raspy and breathless. You noticed his gaze slipping downward, although you had no idea where.

"Like what?"

Yoongi's right hand moved from the desk and onto your thigh, pushing up your basketball shorts slightly. His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, but he didn't attempt to go any further.

"He wanted to fuck you on the court. Right at half court."

"Is that all?"

"Well, he was more specific, but I'll spare you the details."

Yoongi's face was dangerously close to your own, your foreheads nearly colliding.

"Don't guys talk about that stuff all the time?"

"Yeah, but it was different."

"Why?"

Yoongi knew you were baiting him, but as his fingers began to slowly massage the skin of your thigh, he seemed to care less.

"Cause it was about you."

"What makes me so different, Min Yoongi?"

He didn't answer the hair on his forehead tickling your skin.

"Is it cause you've known me so long I've become like a sister to you?"

"No," he said.

"Is it cause you have your own fantasies about me?"

Again, he didn't say anything, but he bit his lip and let out a shallow grunt that seemed to be in affirmation. "Just cause your glances are subtle, Yoongi, doesn't mean I don't notice."

His glance was less than subtle coming to rest at your lips and finally meeting your eyes full of something primal.

"What do you want to do to me, Yoongi?"

His lips brushed against the skin on your neck—testing the waters—and when your neck lulled back allowing him full access. He was eager and immediately his tongue came into contact with your skin and made you shiver.

"I want to fuck you on this desk," he said.

"Then, do it." One of your hands returned to his hair, while the other played with the hem of his T-shirt. "And, don't spare me any of the details."

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