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TRY AGAIN - 01. maybe it's natural

SYNOPSiS. the expected had unexpectedly, but finally, happened. infamous heartbreaker sunghoon park and quiet girl y/n. broken up. you and sunghoon, the college campus it couple. what happened? what happened to the two lovers who had the most love for each other in the world? broken promises and broken hearts. but do you two ever want to try again?

PAiRiNG. non idol!sunghoon x fem!reader (ft. rest of enhypen, chaewon from le sserafim, ningning from aespa, yeji from itzy)

WARNiNGS. sickening loads of fluff , swearing , mentions of food , parties , drinking , mentions of hook ups

WORD COUNT. 2K

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Love at first sight was either something people agreed on or found as a fib. a "figment of imagination", some would call it. "There's nothing actually called love at first sight."

Fortunately, for you and Sunghoon, it was real. A dream come true. Just a slight glimpse of you two, and people would truly believe love at first sight was real.

Who would've thought that you being sleep-deprived would cause this whole... incident? A happy coincidence? Was it luck?

Maybe it was the way that your head fell onto Sunghoon's shoulder due to the lack of sleep you'd gotten the previous night.

Or perhaps it was the way you cutely and quickly apologized, wiping the teeny trail of invisible drool from your cheek. Randomly, and suddenly, proceeding to give him the sandwich you were planning on having for lunch. But you gave it to him instead, impulsively. All because you felt sorry for getting a spot of drool on his shoulder.

"No wait," he tried calling out for you before you quickly rushed out of class in embarrassment, blending along with the rest of the students leaving class. "Wait! it's okay - wait! Come back!" He tried going after you, quickly packing his bag as the rest of the students were leaving.

As he bent down to grab his stuff, he noticed a glint at your seat. A bracelet. Quickly shoving everything into his bag, he grabbed it without hesitation and rushed out.

He went around almost everywhere near the cafeteria area to look for you. He didn't know your name, which he just realized. Even though you two had always sat next to each other, coincidentally. But anyways.

"Hey, sunghoon!"

Turning around, he found Jake rushing to him at a frantic pace. "Hurry up! I've been trying to get to you through calls and texts too! We're late!"

Well shit. Today was Jay's birthday. The group: Jay, Jake, Heeseung, Jungwon, Ni-ki, Sunoo, along with Sunghoon, was supposed to meet for lunch. And he had completely forgotten about it.

"Jake, go without me. I'll be there soon, tell Jay i'm sorry, I swear I'll be there real soon." Well, leaving Jake in a very confused state, Sunghoon rushed out of the cafeteria after he saw you at the corner of his eye. Outside, sitting under the tree reading a book. Alone, with a pair of headphones.

He jogged to where you were, trying to get your attention.

"Hey," he cleared his throat. Gosh, he didn't know why he was being so awkward. The Sunghoon Park was being an awkward person around you. He started again, seeming to figure out you were too zoned into the book you were currently reading. "Hey!"

Finally getting your attention, you looked up at him. Cue the random wind that you could only see in movies, your hair softly blew in the wind. Cue the sudden glow right onto your skin from the sun, making you look prettier than ever.

Oh a dream, in Sunghoon's eyes. You were pretty, and Sunghoon saw it. He noticed it. and well jesus, Sunghoon park was fucking blushing because of you.

He snapped out of his daze after hearing you, well, shriek. "Oh my god! I'm sorry! Are you still mad about what happened in class? I'm really sorry, I promise I didn't mean to." You were ranting, almost sounding like you were trying to rap. Awkwardly getting up, away from the spot you were previously sitting at.

Cute, he thought. "Oh, no, it's okay. don't worry about it, I actually found your bracelet. I think? I was putting my stuff away so," was what he had said instead. Handing you your bracelet, he gave you a lopsided smile.

Oh, he's cute, you thought. If only you two could read each other's minds.

"Do you not want it?" Sunghoon was just standing there, an awkward arm extended.

"Oh! no! i want it it's mine. Oh my goodness I'm sorry I'm a mess today. Did you like the sandwich? Do you want more?" Your cheeks were on fire, redder than a tomato.

Sunghoon chuckled, "You're cute." Shit. That was actually not what he meant to say but he was just speaking his mind, we could say!

"What?" Well you were red as a tomato now. This was one of the most, top 5, embarrassing and most fucking awkward moments of your life.

Quietness. A moment of stillness as the college's well-known heartbreaker Sunghoon Park was blushing over you. With that damn arm still extended out in front of him, holding your bracelet. Is this how slow-mo from the k-dramas feels like? It was such a sweet thing. Staring into each other's eyes. An awkward arm’s length away from each other. And hundreds of texts piling up in Sunghoon's messages from his friends asking where the fuck he was. 15 minutes late already.

"Wait shit,” Sunghoon was frazzled, letting out a little squeak. “Sorry i need to get going. Please forget about what I just said.. slip up! Yeah. A slip up I was getting nervous, sorry. Yup. See you around." And there he went. Awkwardly leaving, bag over his shoulder while you were clutching onto your bracelet for dear life.

There was no fucking way the sunghoon park just called you cute out of nowhere and left. You were in a daze. still blushing. And awkwardly standing. But you were hopelessly in love. Scratch that. No, you weren't. Well, you were gaslighting yourself into thinking that you weren't. You couldn't be in love with Sunghoon Park, he'd done the bare minimum for you. What was so warm about the fact that someone returned your lost item to you? Well christ, you were a goner. Too late. And there you went contemplating on the true meaning of, "Am I in love?", for the rest of the day.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon had finally arrived at the local restaurant. "Sorry Jay, real sorry. I had to give someone-"

"Who was the girl you had to go see?" Jake had cut him off mid-sentence. And shit, Sunghoon looked up after taking his seat, only to see all his friends devilishly grinning at him. Oh god, how was he supposed to explain everything to them? Should he lie? Say it was just a friend? Or completely act clueless? Or be honest?

Jay laughed looking at his friend’s blank face. "Don't be sorry. It's fine, but who's the girl anyway? That's a fun topic to talk about. Jake told us you ran off to give something to a girl?" Sunghoon could practically hear Jay’s grin.

Sunghoon sighed, acting all calm while he most definitely was not, while the rest were grinning ear to ear, "That's out of context. She was sitting next to me in my last class, and she forgot something behind so i just went off to give it to her." Quietness. But a different kind of quiet - the quiet where six pairs of eyes were on him, with a cheeky grin plastered on their face, all thinking of the same thing.

"Well then why are you blushing?" Heeseung pointed out. Grinning more, if that was even possible, staring into Sunghoon's soul. 

This was not going as Sunghoon planned, and he was blushing. Again. He was supposed to make girls blush, not for girls to make him blush. (Or whatever people say!) He was supposed to have a silly fun night with girls at parties, a one-time thing, and that was it. He never felt any “romantic” connection with anyone for a date, nothing like that. But what was it with you? Did he have a thing for girls who were socially awkward and fell asleep on his shoulder? 

"I'm not blushing!" Stupid. He knew damn well he was. He downed the cup of water that was next to him, throat burning. From denial. But he wouldn’t ever admit that.

"Right... better introduce us to your. Classmate." Jungwon threw a silly little wink at Sunghoon, and if it was even possible, everyone grinned even more. A whole-ass grinch smile on every single one of them.

"Deny it all you want but," Jay started, still grinning, "to make it up for coming late Hoon, you’re coming to the party later tonight. And you better come on time, or come early with a special treat for me." 

Did Sunghoon want to go? No. But was it for his friend? Or for the chance that, just maybe, he could see you? For you. For Jay.. definitely! Well, tonight was going to be a very long night.

In another universe, you were very busy ranting about Sunghoon Park to your friends. for the past 2 hours. Well - Ningning got sick of it. Chaewon was immersed in this situation, along with you. while Yeji was concerned. Very concerned. You, a girl with minimal experience in the real meaning of life - was here expressing your silly love crush on Sunghoon Park. 

"He's notorious for being an asshole with girls, y/n." Yeji thought he was absolutely a no-go. just at the thought of him ever dating you, it gave Yeji a whole body chilling irk. A whole nightmare you could say. "I really don't think you love him, honestly maybe he was just being nice. He’s usually not like that, you know. Maybe to earn a night with you?" Objectifying. 

The horrors of college party nights. Stories from girls who slept with Sunghoon, “I thought he genuinely loved me.” Well christ, they should’ve gotten the hint by now.

"Nope," Chaewon intervened. "He's definitely in love with you. If the Sunghoon Park did all that, chased after you to give you that damn bracelet, literally blushed. Like I’m pretty sure the Sunghoon Park we know, does not blush! He’s supposed to make you blush! Which I bet you did.”

In fact, you did. You could even feel it when you were standing up. The heat spreading across your cheeks. The way you had no thoughts, christ, Sunghoon Park was standing in front of you. He was known for being good-looking as well, and for once, nobody was lying about it. His face, with a soft smile in the view of your eyes. You liked how everything around you muted when you were there with him. Love at first sight. 

“You zoned out again,” Ningning sighed. She knew that you were hopelessly crushing on Sunghoon Park already. As much she would’ve cheered you on, with whatever decision you were making. Sunghoon Park was an absolute and instant no from her. She heard about all the tales that he did around the college campus, and she didn’t want you to become a victim. A victim helplessly under this trap. “Let’s think rationally, please. What if he’s purposely trying to flirt with you? You know, like, trying to get your attention. Because there’s also the party we’re going to later tonight and he probably knows that you’re going, so.”

The party. You were not going to the party. “Nope! Not going to the party.” You were walking away from your friends, searching for a bottle of water to chug. “I’m not going to be wasting my time at a lousy party that’s full of too many people who just grind on each other and smell like shit. no thanks.”

“But what if you see Sunghoon there,” Chaewon smirked. You knew where she was going with this. It was definitely a great way to make you go, but you didn’t want that to be the reason on why you would go.

You sighed, “Fine, I’ll go. But NOT because he might be there, actually. I’ll go because last time I skipped and made you guys go, I’ll just go with you guys together. You know like a fun little night.”

Cue the giggling from Chaewon and the long sighs from Yeji and Ningning. 

Chaewon was doing this weird eyebrow wiggling at you, “Sure. You’re definitely not just going for Sunghoon. Right. Got you. Well then, what are we waiting for! Let’s get ready!”

It was going to be one hell of long night.

NOTE. finally finished chapter 1.. i was planning on writing more but decided to keep that stuff for chapter 2. first chapter ever written, there's like mistakes here and there i think i sort of rushed.. BUT i have this whole image painted in my mind for this series i'm so excited 🥹

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[taeescript]

IX. Script of the Angel (m)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 >> This is the story of three very different people. A successful novelist, a blossoming artist and a dedicated cop. They seem to have nothing in common. Yet, they are continually drawn to each other. It is as if their fates have been intertwined. Written. That they must meet.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> ft. jungkook and jimin primarily.

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 >> policeman!jimin, author!jungkook, painter!freader, serialkiller!XXX; a classic game of cat and mouse

𝔴/𝔠 >> 4.8k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> mature themes depicted. due to the explicit nature of the topic (serial killers, murders, violence, sexual content, infidelity etc.) this is rated 18+. to spare storytelling: please consider yourself warned. chapter warning: mentions of self-harm and infidelity; depictions of blood and murder. 

𝔞/𝔫 >> topics discussed in this chapter may be brief, but they are serious. please take the warnings mentioned above seriously. if at any point this makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. 

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Jimin pulls up to the house, and his GPS beeps to tell him that he has arrived at location. He observes the scene from his spot in his car. He then steps out, walks to the door and rings the doorbell.

“Did you forget something?” Liza’s mother opens the door with the question. “Oh!”

Jimin gives an apologetic smile. “Sorry to bother you ma’am, but could I ask you a few questions? S.F.P.D.” He flashes his badge.

A few days ago, he had discovered that a vehicle had been rented out under the name Jeon Jungkook. Consequently, he had put in a request to his friends at the station to inform him of any and all movements of this vehicle. His friends had laughed at him, sending him quickly away as they did not have time to do this for him. Jimin thoroughly pleaded his case and had been given a simple tracking program in which he had used to follow Jungkook around today.

Liza’s mother steps out of the house and quickly closes the door behind her. However, she is not fast enough to hide Liza peering out from Jimin’s observant eyes.

“Your daughter?” he asks.

She becomes flustered. “I…You…Yes. Sorry, who did you say you were?”

He holds out his badge again. “S.F.P.D.”

“R-Right. I see your identification.”

The badge is put away.

“It’s just that we don’t usually have policemen coming to our doors and well, I didn’t want to scare Liza, my daughter,” her mother continues.  

“It’s not a problem, ma’am, and I’m very sorry to have to interrupt your day like this.”

Shaking her head, she waves his concern away.

“Would you be available to answer a few questions right now? It won’t take much of your time,” he tells her.

She nods.

“Did you have any visitors at your house today?” he starts.

“Visitors? Well…” she rambles off a few names and then stops. He hopefully looks on and exhales only when she speaks again. “There was also a man who stopped by. A few minutes before you actually.”

Finally, he is getting somewhere.

“I see. This man you speak about. Have you seen him before?”

“No. That was my first time. I think he worked for an insurance company? He wasn’t even supposed to be at our house; he was looking for a Mrs. Fallon perhaps down the street,” she tells him. A sudden thought dawns upon and she gasps, horror splashing ugly across her face. “He’s not some criminal, is he? Heavens! He seemed like such a nice man as well!”

He places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “There’s nothing to worry about. Could you tell me a little more about him? You said he worked for an insurance company?”

The woman is extremely nervous. He can read it off her body language as she continues to tug at the hem of her shirt. His previous words had not been any consolation to her at all. He appeals one more time.

“Truth be told, I’m here investigating claims about a group assuming fake identities to sell illegal goods to occupants in this area.”

“You don’t think….!” she holds a hand over her mouth.

He shrugs. “We’re not too sure yet. However, if you help answer some of these questions, we’d be able to track down this group quicker.”

“O-Of course! The man showed me some papers. I couldn’t get a real good look, but I think I saw a logo on there. That one with the giant “L” and the twigs that stick out on the side. I can’t remember the name of the company, however…” her voice trails off.

She doesn’t need to explain further as Jimin recognizes the logo.

“Not a problem. Well, that’s all for today. Thank you so much for your time, ma’am,” he nods and begins to leave.

“That’s all? I haven’t even given you the name!” she calls after him.

“You’ve been very helpful!” he shouts behind him, “Have a good day and stay safe!”

He enters his car quickly to prevent her from calling out at him again. The logo she had explained is one he is familiar with. It is one he’s seen often at the building two blocks away from the station, and he knows for a fact that Jungkook does not work for that company.

All Jungkook had done was talk to the woman. They had barely exchanged enough words for her to even remember who he was. However, he was also clearly not there to sell any type of insurance.

If so, what had Jeon Jungkook been doing at that house then?

…................

“Excuse me, would you be able to tell me where I can find this gentleman?” she slides the wallet sized photo of herself and said man to the receptionist.

The pretty lady on the other side faintly smiles upon seeing it. “Your husband?” she asks.

Krystal blushes. “Oh no. He’s my boyfriend. I was hoping that maybe you can locate him.”

The lady’s eyebrows furrow upon her words. “Is he missing? I can direct you to the Missing Person’s Unit.”

“No!” Krystal immediately blurts, “Sorry. I mean, he’s not missing. He had told me previously that the station had called him in for an interview? He’s not involved in any crime. They only wanted to ask him some questions.”

Her fingers fly across the keyboard while chewing on her pen. After a few moments, the receptionist looks back up at Krystal for a brief moment. “What did you say his name was?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

More typing. “Ah, yes. He came in quite some time ago. I have him signed in to visit the Homicide Unit with Lieutenant Wang.”

“Ah, would you be able to direct me to the Lieutenant?”

“Well, I can’t just have you going in…” the receptionist bites her lips in thought. She scratches something down on her notepad before her head snaps up again.

…...............

Namjoon and Jimin had returned from their lunch break. Jimin had only been planning to go down for a quick sandwich at the cafeteria but he had been dragged along by Namjoon to go to the nearby Thai restaurant. It all started when Jimin had observed that Namjoon had an unopened lunch bag on his desk.

“Youngji made lunch for me,” Namjoon had said.

Perhaps this is the opportunity to bring up his suspicions on Jungkook; he hadn’t spoken of the matter to Namjoon for a while now. In fact, he hadn’t even told his supervisor about the vehicle tracking he did a few days ago.

“Oh? What did she make you?” Jimin had innocently asked. How he regretted the decision.

The entire time they were out, Namjoon had complained about his wife’s cooking – especially her renewed passion for cooking green foods (for a brief time, Youngji had stopped). His complaints had paused while they were physically partaking in their lunch meal, and Jimin had thought Namjoon forgot about it, but on their walk back to the station, Namjoon began ranting again. He hadn’t even had the chance to bring up Jungkook’s name let alone his recent observations.

“I don’t even like green beans. I try to tell her, but she insists on making them because they’re healthy,” Namjoon groans, “How does one tell their wife to stop cooking for them?”

Jimin sighs. “Maybe simply saying ‘Please stop cooking for me’.”

That causes Namjoon to roll his eyes. “This is why you’ll never get married. You can’t just tell your wife that her food sucks. I have thick skin when it comes to speaking up to anybody else, but her… I’d rather just down it.”

“You didn’t though. You threw it out and we went out for Thai instead.”

Namjoon does not seem to hear what Jimin has said; as they are walking into the station, he harshly jabs Jimin in the ribs.

“Namjoon what – ” Jimin glares at his friend.

Namjoon nods his head in the direction. “Hot girl, alert. Like 10/10.”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “You’d better not let Youngji catch you saying that…” his sentence trails off when he notices the girl who stands at the receptionist’s desk.

She is immensely pretty. Her light brown hair hangs in waves down her back and her smooth, long legs are accentuated under the black skirt she is sporting. She is also wearing a body-hugging turtleneck that wraps around her athletic body, naturally drawing attention to her flushed curves.

“Damn,” Namjoon whistles lightly under his breath, “Do you think she’s a good cook?” 

This time, Jimin fails and the laughter bursts out. The sudden sound draws both the receptionist and the beautiful woman’s attention towards the two of them.

“Lieutenant!” the receptionist calls over.

The two men shuffle over like shy school boys.

Now that they are standing closer and that they could see her face, they are even more impressed by her natural beauty. Her make up is light and makes her skin appear soft and dewy. Her bright eyes greet theirs and she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, an unconscious seductive gesture in their minds. When they finally reach her, she beams them a smile of perfectly aligned white teeth.

“Howdy,” Namjoon goofily says. He clears his throat once and tries again. “Um, hello. I’m Lieutenant Kim Namjoon.” He extends a hand.

Krystal shakes it.

“Detective Park Jimin,” Jimin introduces himself sequentially.

She takes his hand as well. He notes how warm yet strong her grip is.

“They’ll be able to help you better,” the receptionist smiles.

“Oh?” Jimin tilts his head at the question.

Krystal opens her mouth to explain the reason she is at the station when Namjoon interrupts before she can speak.

“It’s rude to make a lady wait and stand here. Perhaps I’d be able to invite you to his office so the two of you can talk comfortably there?”

“His office? Are you not the Lieutenant?” Krystal asks, slightly confused.

Namjoon laughs. “Yeah I am. But uh… I just remembered that I, um, have some business to take care of for the other… thing. I mean, case. I have to take care of a meeting to see a case.”

Jimin glares at Namjoon.

“You’ll be left in capable hands though. Detective Park is the best in our unit,” Namjoon says. He gives them a quick wave and the wiggle of his brows towards Jimin before leaving the station despite having just returned to it.

Jimin wants to hit Namjoon, but he really could not leave the mysterious stranger standing by herself. He turns to Krystal again.

She is regarding him with a slight grin. “He’s a strange one, isn’t he?” she comments.

“You can’t even begin to imagine,” he returns with a roll of his eyes, “This way.” He leads her towards the elevators up to his floor.

“I’m really sorry to be a bother,” she says while they wait. She waits until he has pressed the button before continuing, “It’s really nothing much. I’m just looking for somebody.”

“If you’re looking for somebody, shouldn’t you be speaking to the MPU?”

“MPU?”

“Sorry, slip of the tongue. Missing Person’s Unit.”

She scrunches her nose. “He’s not missing… He’s somewhere here. The last time we spoke he told me he had been called in here, so I thought to try my luck. Perhaps you’ve seen him?”

Her words are confusing to Jimin. They don’t make sense.

The lights above head start to slowly flash as the elevator comes down to meet them. 

“I’m sorry, this is probably really bizarre right now; I haven’t even introduced myself formally. I’m Krystal,” she extends her hand again. It awkwardly hangs there for a quick second before she retracts it a second time, remembering that they had already exchanged handshakes.

Jimin gives her a warm smile. She was nervous, for some strange reason. “Not to worry, Krystal. Do you have a name?”

“Jeon Jungkook,” she says.

“No, he isn’t,” Jimin mumbles. “At least for now,” he keeps that part to himself. He turns back to Krystal. “I saw him. He came in to do an interview for me.”

He is not fast enough to conceal his disgust at the mention of the man’s name.

Krystal catches the brief microexpression, however. “Please don’t tell me that he’s in trouble.”

“Oh! So you did see him! Would you be able to tell me where he is staying currently? I tried to call him earlier but he was busy…”

“I could. But first you are his…”

“Girlfriend.”

Ah. So this was the woman Jungkook had mentioned. Again, he is relives the bitter taste in his mouth from when Jungkook had told him that he had been out with another woman. Jimin tightens his fist when a thought crosses his mind.

“Girlfriend, you say?” he repeats. Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone.

She nods, animatedly. Krystal is excited that she had been able to bump into the handsome detective. He seemed to know about Jungkook’s whereabouts in this foreign city.

“He’s staying with a friend of mine. I could give you her address, if you’d like,” Jimin tells her.

She takes his bait. “Her…?” she repeats silently to herself.

“Is something the matter?” Jimin asks.

Krystal looks back up at him with a smile. “Nothing!” she says, “I’d appreciate that a lot, Detective Tuan.”

Jimin nods. He writes out your address on a piece of paper and hands it to her. “I hope you find him,” he encourages her.

The elevator doors before them open and wait for its passengers.

“Mhmm,” Krystal says. The initial excitement her voice held is audibly dampened. She thanks him and walks away.

Jimin enters the elevator alone. There is a knowing smile on his face. Perhaps this lady would finally be able to get Jungkook out of your life once and for all.

…...............

We all have that thing, don’t we? That one thing we know we should not do, yet we succumb into its temptation each and every time because it’s so good. Despite it destroying our body, the thought of not being able to yield torments the passing thoughts in our mind and coaxes us to believe that it is okay.

Let us listen to it this one last time. Just this one last time and we promise ourselves that we will never do it again. Just this one last time and we will then walk away. That is the argument we have and boy.

We’ve lost.

The feeling of absolute bliss washes over your body as you stand in the shower, allowing the hot water to run across every inch of skin. It feels like a large warm hand that massages your shoulders, calves, back – each muscle on your body. You are aware that the temperature is too high but it feels too good for you to turn it down.

After avoiding the studio for so long, you had finally brought yourself around to go back to it. Min had been ecstatic when you walked in. You had not seen each other in a little over two weeks and with you not responding to any of her nor mutual friends’ calls, she had thought something had happened to you.

Min is your best friend. There is no doubt about it. The two of you shared everything so Min had been slightly disappointed when you failed to tell her why you had suddenly disappeared.

You had taken out the large canvas from your bag instead after the initial hug ended. You rolled out the painting and asked Min for her opinion.

“It’s a little… sporadic,” was all Min could say.

“Sporadic… that’s one way to put it,” you grimaced, “I don’t like it. But it’s nearly complete, and I don’t have time to make a new one.”

“Are you making it for a client?”

“No.”

Min was seen biting the inside of her cheek with all of your mysteries. You had felt bad so you told her, “Remember that guy I told you about? It’s for him.”

Her eyes seemed to light up now that you were speaking again. “Oh yeah! Jungkook! You had been working on it for quite a while, right?”

You nodded.

“Well, how about I go out and get us our favourite donuts from the bakery? I know good food always helps me get over artist’s block!” Min had offered. Before you could tell her otherwise, you were looking at the back of your petite friend rushing out the door into the autumn wind.

With not much of a choice, you had settled down at your usual corner. The studio was quiet. There were a few people here and there, but they were mainly minding their own business. They gave you a small smile as you walked around collecting your usual art utensils.

Once you were sitting in front of the painting again, staring at the blacks, navy, bruise-like purples, you started falling into darker thoughts - the same thoughts that are infesting you now that you are alone in the shower again.

You grab the shampoo and start lathering it into your hair.

Baekhyun… How many years has it been since that happened? Why was it that he continued to torment you like this despite the fact that he was gone? The most difficult moment had been the few weeks right after the incident. Every little thing you did, you were reminded of him. You couldn’t even go out without breaking down into tears; going out meant walking on the path to the studio that you had done so many times with him.

It had taken time, but slowly you thought your wounds had or were at least beginning to close. Yet, Jimin had opened them when you discovered he was still searching for Baekhyun. It wasn’t entirely Jimin’s fault. He was only doing what he thought was right. Still, he shouldn’t have hid it from you.

You blamed that for your moment of weakness. Seeing yourself physically wounded made you think of the wound that had been reopened in your heart. It made you think of the safe haven you used to have with the man you loved. They had been so close to saying their vows – till death do us apart – that was only supposed to be the case when they both grew old. It wasn’t supposed to be their truth so early on.

Baekhyun, am I allowed to fall in love again?

Turning the water off, you step out of the shower. The blast of cold air that hits you makes you tremble, and it is like a clear ring of water in your muddled pool of thoughts.

You shake your head, causing droplets of soapy water to fly everywhere.

You are not in love with Jungkook. There is absolutely no way that can be true. You are grateful to him for being there when you needed – and that is quite often lately. However, you could not find another reason for your speeding heart and dizziness you felt whenever he came home. Could he really be the one to blame for all the moments of breathlessness and chest aches?

Is it okay for me to have new feelings after losing you?

The mirror has been fogged up and you wipe away the condensation with a hand. Peering back at you is a tired girl with long, dark hair that is plastered to your cheeks. Your skin is flushed pink because of the heat and pressure of water. Your lips are flattened and slightly downturned. Your eyebrows are unkempt, and a pimple pushes it way at the side of your nose and all along your T-zone. Fingernails are too long because you have forgotten to cut them; still with chipped pink polish coating the pinky.

You let out a low chuckle. Who would love someone as broken as you? Your eyes dart to a pair of tweezers that sit on the shelf. You pick it up and observe how sharp the edge of the metal object is. You press your fingertip on it until they dig in and you feel the familiar lullaby sting of pain run from that sensitive area down your spine.

You didn’t need to actually draw blood to feel it. Your body is already messed up enough that this is where you momentarily pause.

The one person who had always been there as your supporting foundation is long gone. You had not found the strength to admit it, but you had been flailing in quicksand for a while now.

What’s a house without its foundation? It can only sink until it becomes no more.

You press harder, sending another chilling flash over your body. Your breath quickens and you feel that your lips are dry, although you have only stepped out of the shower.

Is this what others have felt? The addiction that comes the moment you start.  

You close your eyes, forcing your body to continue when the sound of a door being slammed shut scares you.

The tweezers fall to the floor.

…................

Shit.

Jungkook thinks as he takes off his shoes. There are still dark brown spots on it despite him intensively scrubbing them for five minutes straight in the car with a cloth. He contemplates on throwing his jacket on the ground, but seeing the state of shoes, he needs to be careful. Bending down, he picks them up and decides then that he must burn them.

He is so engrossed in his thoughts he doesn’t notice that he is not the only one home.

Looking around the floor, he finds the closest source of water and strides to it. He lets the water from the kitchen tap run until steam rises from it in which he then proceeds to take off his clothing. He throws in both the jacket and his stained white shirt. He then presses them down until the scalding water hits his own skin.

He hated acting out like this without a plan. He hated it with such a passion, but he hated even more the reason he went out and did it. His kills were always methodically thought out and never without reason. That homeless man in the alleyway shouldn’t have said anything when Jungkook walked by. He should have stayed mute, crammed in that dark corner, and harassed the next person that walked by. Not him. No. That decision only resulted in him lying lifeless in his own bloodied mound of dirt.

How could he have let somebody into his car? How was it even possible that he had allowed someone to monitor him to this extent? To have somebody take this much control of his life.

Each stab, a way to release the frustration he felt to his unknown attacker.

He is reminded of the knife at that moment. He should dispose of that as well. It was likely not possible that they would be able to trace the kill back to him – many people died out in the streets each night – but he needed to be careful, nonetheless.

He drains the water and watches the red-brown liquid swirl down the drain. Lifting his white shirt, he sees that the stain is still there. With a clenched jaw, he throws the heavy cloth against the wall, creating a loud smack.

The kill should have calmed him down. He should be feeling much better, but he doesn’t. Instead, he feels worse than before because now he has lost a perfectly good shirt and a jacket along with his pride.

With one hand braced against the counter of the kitchen, he takes out the bloodied knife from his pocket. He fumbles to flip it open but cannot due to the temporary paralysis on his fingers from drowning them in the hot water. Bracing the bulk of the item against his side, he forcefully digs into it with his fingertips. It slips and nicks his bare skin on the side.

…...............

You had had to sit down on the floor after your scare from Jungkook slamming the door shut. The unused tweezers had lain beside you for a while before you could pick it back up and return it to its spot. You busied yourself with getting dressed and going out to greet him.

As you throw the long-sleeved t-shirt over your head, you let out a bitter laugh. You were too weak to even do something like inflict pain on yourself. Jungkook’s perfect timing of returning home had stopped you.

You are twisting your damp hair into a bun when you hear a loud yell from the kitchen area.

“Fuck,” Jungkook snarls. It is deeper than it should have been. He had been aware how much force he had been trying to use to snap the knife out. The self-inflicted wound above his hip continues to ooze, mocking him red in his anger.

“Jungkook?!” You run towards him. You turn the corner and see him shirtless in the middle of the kitchen, one hand holding his side with a reddish liquid running between his fingers. “Oh my god! What happened?”

He feels the drape of your wet hair against his chest before anything. You are immediately by his side, putting your hand over his to place pressure on the wound. Not bothering to ask why he is standing without a shirt, you look up at him concerned.

“My hands slipped while I was trying to take out the knife,” he explains to you.

Again without questions, you lead him to the couch and order him to sit down. He obeys and you leave momentarily to get the first aid kit. When you return, you start to dress his wound. Everything is starting to resolve until Jungkook suddenly chuckles, wincing when it causes his wound to slightly tear.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You reprimand.

He grips the couch while you pour medical alcohol over it. “How ironic,” he says, voice laced with fatigue.

You had thought your heart had fallen out of your chest when you found him bleeding. All the worst possible scenarios had suddenly flown across your mind, and you thought that you were going to watch him die before you.

Not again, your heart has screamed before you could stop it.

Even now, as you were faced before the relatively small but deep wound, you could not stop the racing sensation you felt both mentally and physically.

“What are you talking about?” you say.

He hears the tremble in your voice. How strange.

Lilacs. That is what he is smelling from your shampoo.

“I’m usually the one to patch you up when you’re hurt. Now it’s the other way around,” he sighs.

“You haven’t even begun to explain what you were doing, trying to take out a knife while standing shirtless in our kitchen.”

“Our…” he laughs again.

You had fully been meaning to smack him for making it harder for you to clean the wound until it registers in your mind what he had said. What you let slip.

“You said ‘our kitchen’. I thought I was only a tenant here,” he says.

“Well you’ve… I mean… Y-You are…”  you stutter.

Jungkook rests his head back, feeling an extreme form of tiredness on his body. Everything that had happened that day comes crashing down, knocking his breath out completely. It is as if somebody had thrown consecutive punches and he is now feeling its after effects. His stalker, the random kill, this self-inflicted wound.

You mumble something.

“What was that?” He is knocked out of his thoughts. He looks down at the top of your head. The wound has been covered but your fingers linger on his body, and he feels their coldness on his heated skin.

You mumble again.

He is tired, but you have been kind enough to help him with any questions. He can at least humour this by being patient towards you.

You don’t know what has come over you. You hadn’t meant to say it, but Jungkook’s words had flustered you. You let a single word slip out and it had acted like a key to unlock the next ones that tumble out.

“I like…” you whisper, your voice still buried beneath the veil your hair creates. You don’t even know if you truly mean what you are about to say.

You feel his fingers slip beneath your chin and tilt your head up to him. He stares at you with an unwavering type of patience and attention.

“It won’t help if you keep whispering what it is you want me to hear to my chest. Talk to me like this,” he says slowly, holding your eyes with his. There is an intense fire blazing when you meet them.

Your palms prick as they start to sweat. You gulp and wet your lips.

“I like you!” you blurt, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks immediately after, “I know it doesn’t make sense but – ”

He silences you with his lips.

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Things I Wish I Knew | Tip II: Grease Is The Word

Girl talk and sex tips mini-series for the modern ladies, ft. unfortunate Mark Tuan & Park Jinyoung

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Protagonists: Mark & You (Boyfriend!AU) - Girlfriends & Jinyoung

Word Count: 1,4k

Genre: NSFW - Sex Tips - *Explicit* - Humour - Drabble

Lys’ note: Here we goooOO! (sorry it took me forever!)

“Vagina.” Lulu repeats, cocking her head to stare at your very very red boyfriend, she’s been at that for two whole minutes. “Are you uncomfortable, Tuan?” She giggles and you intervene, feeling sorry.

“Stop teasing him…” But you laugh despite yourself and Mark shoots you an insulted look.

“I’m fine!” You bite your lips to keep your cool at his whiny reply. “It’s the best evening of my entire life, y/n! Vagigna…” Everybody guffaws at his poor attempt to sound unphased by the simple word. You know he’d leave if the girls made him feel too awkward, but you can’t help wanting to protect him. It’s like, ever since you decided to rant about Sex Ed, the two men suddenly became the target of your lil’ women stunt.

“VA. GI. NA.” Lulu repeats for the umpteenth time, causing him to groan. “There’s a feminist shop near my place that sells that word on a tee.”

“Why would you want to wear that?” Maria asks innocently.

“To see people’s face change when they read the word, ‘cause it’s powerful. Tuan can’t even properly say it.” She shrugs ignoring his outcry and you nod, agreeing despite your best intentions. “Right, Park?”

“Vagina.” Jinyoung says, the word half-drowned by his glass of wine. He tries to play it off as if he’s cool but the colour of his ears is betraying. “Vulva. I’ll have to say these words in front of my students all week anyway. This is good training.”

“I wish I was14 again… Then Mr. Park would say dirty things to me all day.” Isha teases and Jinyoung chokes, coughing like crazy. “Lucky students.”

“Vagina, vulva, penis, uterus... Worst dirty talk ever.” You groan and everybody looks at you curiously. “Nothing turns me off more than these words, to be honest.”

“Nothing?” Mark laughs, hitting you with his elbow just so you know he can already think of a few.

Isha raises a hand to require silence. “I once send naughty texts back and forth with a guy who would always answer too directly. I couldn’t agree more, y/n. Nothing dries me off more than reading things like ‘I’ll put my penis inside your vagina’.”

“Jesus, where do you find the guys you date?!” Jinyoung’s question almost gets buried by the sounds of the girls disgusted boos.

“Tinder,” she shrugs. “It’s not like I ask for sexy nonrhythmic poesy or anything. Just tell me how you want me… How bad...” She says all that while holding his gaze and Maria turns to you to roll her eyes as if to say ‘get a room’.

“Nothing ever turns me on.” Lulu’s words divert the attention from Isha and Jinyoung’s persisting flirting game.

“You mean when sexting?” You ask curious, “Some guys are-”

“Y/n calls me the pussy whispe-” Mark grunts when your elbow hits his side.

“He’s amazing at sexting.” You agree and he glares at you, wondering why you hit him if you didn’t mind sharing that in the first place.

“No, I mean... Nothing,” Lulu breathes out, almost inaudible.

“… Ever turns you on?” Isha frowns and you lean in, attentive. Lulu shares a lot with the girls, and she has a very active sex life. That’s a first.

“Well, you know me, everything turns me on! Just not down there...” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal and sips her wine. She has never brought this issue up though, so you know it is a big deal.

“What-” Isha starts but Lulu cuts her off to clarify.

“I’m the Sahara, arid as fuck!” Everyone falls silent so she giggles to ease the new awkwardness. “That’s what I wish someone would’ve told me… Sometimes the body doesn’t quite follow the mind.”

“So you…”

“It was fine when I was younger, it’s just these last two years. I don’t know, it… Changed.”

“But what if a guy isn’t an ass and really into preliminaries, woul–” Your boyfriend starts, skeptical since it’s never been a problem for you.

“Tuan, I assure you,” Lulu cuts him off, “Michael B. Jordan could eat me for over an hour and I’d still be as dry as a bone.”

“I wish she’d stop always saying my name like that.” Mark whispers in your ear but you ignore him, too worried about your friend to deal with his feelings right now.

“Am I the only one?” Lulu asks in disbelief, finding salvation in her glass of wine. “Guess my vagina is weird after all.”

“For me… Um…” Isha clears her throat, supportive. “It varies depending on hormones and stuff. It’s pretty regular, but it sure is a rollercoaster.”

“Me too.” You nod, biting your lips, serious and not minding oversharing if it makes Lulu more comfortable. “I’m not on the pill and I can basically follow my cycle based on lubrification and lust.” Mark’s thigh tenses against yours and you wonder if he’d rather be elsewhere, neither him nor Jinyoung seem about to leave though. You’re sure they’re learning plenty, unveiling mysteries they didn’t even realise existed. You bet they secretly love the conversation.

“You’re not alone, Lu…My doctor said dryness is quite common.” Maria’s voice is so low you think you misheard. “When I was younger, it was… like you.” She wouldn’t usually share stuff like that, even when you’re only between girls, so this is a surprise. “Now it’s fine though, normal I guess. If I want to, if I’m into it… then…” She suddenly giggles, startling everyone including herself. “Then I guess that my body agrees with my brain!”

“But… Isn’t it painful?” Jinyoung’ brows are furrowed, and everyone turns in awe at his question. “It’s not like you can force intercourse, if the woman isn’t comfortable then the friction and-”

“Lube saves life, Mr. Park.” Lulu interrupts with an arrogant smirk, more like herself after her initial confession. “How do you think grandmas and sex workers bone?” Jinyoung mouth falls open. Mark turns in horror, silently pleading for you to stop her, but you’re too busy laughing with the rest of the girls. “I swear I use more lubricant than porn stars, I wish my insurance covered it!”

“Oh…” Jinyoung falters, probably feeling stupid, but it’s not like he would’ve discovered that on his own.

“The guys I’m with sometime feel burdened.”

“I can imagine,” Mark says, it’s not like he’s a fan of your friend’ sometimes rough personality. “Some might find it hard to deal with your overwhelming sweetness and consideration.”

“Fragile masculinity.,” Lulu snicker, “clearly you relate, Tuan.”

“Then it something men and women equally should learn about.” Jinyoung jumps in to defuse the situation before you can. “I mean, it does concern both partners.”

“Right!” Maria nods pensively, “I was so ashamed of that when I was younger. It kept me from being comfortable with my first boyfriend.”

“It’s my thing I wish I knew,” Lulu smiles. “Being aroused doesn’t always equate being wet as fuck. I used to take that for granted. Maybe you should take notes for your class, Jinyoung.”

“Imagine the calls I’d get from parents if I brought up ‘being wet as fuck’ to their schoolgirls,” he laughs at the idea as Lulu begins to initiate a toast.

“You could start by calling it; vaginal lubrication.” Isha shakes her head, padding Jinyoung’s shoulder kindly. “Do it for the greater good, Mr. Park.”  

“To the greater good!” Lulu yells in the living room and everyone clinks their glasses together, glad it’s out in the open now. Even Mark. “Cheers!”

“And to LUBE!” Isha screams before the second toast and hilarity ensues.

Still laughing, your boyfriend whispers in your ear; “I wonder what the neighbours think we are doing...” You shiver, pressing against his warmth as the conversation resumes around you. After a moment, Mark leaves to open a new bottle of wine in the kitchen, when he gets back, he surprises everyone. “You know, I’m a man, but it’s not like Sex Ed covered every single one my needs either!”

“Oooh,” Lulu wiggles excitedly at the claim, eyeing you. “Please overshare, Tuan. What do you wish you knew about sex?”

Mark must be getting tipsy if he’s about to open up in front of your whole girl squad. That’s giving them ammunition for later. Probably ignoring this, he takes a deep breath,  getting ready to share his own embarrassing stories…

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Downpour (Part 2)

pairing/s: park jihoon x oc, (ft. park woojin) genre: angst, drama, hanahaki disease

Hanahaki Disease: the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one sided love. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim’s romantic feelings for the other also disappear.

PART 1 // PART 3 // PART 4 

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She saw him sitting, eyes baring a hole into the computer screen, his hands repeatedly massaging his knees, and the other hand impatiently tapping on the table.

“Don’t let me down on this. Don’t crash. Don’t crash. Don’t crash. Shit,” as he facepalmed and massaged his forehead.

“What happened?” Riseul peeked by the doorway wearing an outrageously pink sweater and over-sized pajamas.

“Just my extra credits for the class saying goodbye. I’ll try again later,” Jihoon stood up limping.

“Still hurts?” she asked concerned while looking at his knees. “Just a bit when it rains. Anyway, let’s go grab some coffee? You okay?” she felt his dismissal of the subject as he passed by and patted her head. She frowned, but dismissed it too. It wasn’t her hobby to rub salt in wounds, so she wouldn’t delve into that sensitive issue. 

It was past 2 in the morning, and Jinyoung went to sleep after he managed to clear the boss round . She held the cup of coffee and looked down completely feeling Jihoon’s stare. “Stop looking at me like that,”

She knew Jihoon raised his eyebrows. “Like?”

“Like you’re forming a hundred theories about why we broke up? Or like that smug look as if you’d expected this would happen.”

“Isn’t it for the better?” calm and composed.

“Stop that!” Riseul looked straight to his eyes, and that’s when she realized that she fell to Jihoon’s trap because he was wearing a smirk as he was sipping the coffee. “I hate you,”

“I love you too,” his eyes crinkling, and Riseul wanted to slap herself because how could Jihoon look so attractive that she was forgetting about the break-up again.  “You’re finally looking at me. Woojin loves you. Trust me,”

“I know that,”

“Then? You’d just get back together sooner or later. He’s a petty guy. He’s just sulking that you’re meeting less and less because you’re both busy,”

“That’s not the issue,” she looked down again slightly ashamed because she knew she was at fault.

“Why are you so hung up about the past?”

She wasn’t . Right?

“You couldn’t have changed it either way. Or do you want to now?”

She wanted to. Of course. She wanted a road that was the best for the three of them.

“Are you in love with him?”

God, she hated that god damned flower disease.

“You’ve been looking like you’ve wanted to murder me for a while now, Riseul,” 

“I just hate flowers, and you’re wearing them. I’m feeling a little bit more bitter. You’re very distracting,”

“I’m glad to be distracting. You don’t know how panicked I was when I received your cryptic message without any clue as to where you were in this weather. And someone decided to just not answer the calls, and then I see you there in the bus stop like you were half-dead with your eyes bloodshot. I wouldn’t know what to do if you cried like that again,” Jihoon ranted, and she just mumbled a sorry.  

“You need to sleep soon,” Jihoon glanced at the clock. “Sleep on my bed,”

Yes. Of course, she needed Jihoon’s scent to throw her off more. How perfect.

“No, I’ll sleep on the couch instead,”

“It’s okay. I’ll stay up since I’m rendering the film. A comfy bed keeps bad dreams away you know. Don’t be sad, Riseul,” and she lost the will to argue because Jihoon makes a convincing speaker and she was tired so she crept to his bed hoping for the bad dreams to go away.

But Park Jihoon was a liar.

Because his bed wasn’t able to keep bad dreams away that she dreamed of that night. 

She swore she woke the whole apartment with her scream and wailing. Jihoon thought it was the break-up. Riseul didn’t have the courage to tell him it was because of him. 

She was so hung-up about the past. 

Woojin was right.

“Ri noona? Are you ok?” Daewhi asked her after practice. She looked up, vision blurring and whirling for a bit until it returned to normal.

“Yeah. I’m fine. A little exhausted is all,”

“Let’s reschedule instead? You should rest instead of going with me,” his voice laced with concern and eyebrows knit together. Daewhi was the youngest in their department, but his talent was overwhelming for an 18 year old.

She liked hanging out with Daewhi because it felt like she had a younger brother even if he was taller than her, and was prettier than her if he decided to dress up as a girl.

“It will just get worse if I rest. You know me. I need to always do something and keep my mind off things,”  Daewhi nodded knowingly though he was still concerned.

“Let me just change my clothes and then let’s go eat,”

“Ri noona?” Daewhi asked hesitantly. They were by the local coffee shop enjoying the few day-offs they have. Slowly, they were nearing their debut. “Uhm about hyung,”

She knew Daewhi would ask about them though she forgot about it because she had been busy trying to get herself busy to keep her mind off things.

“How is Woojin?” resting her hands on the table, her eyes a little glazed. She missed Woojin.

“Truthfully? Not good, noona. He’s been so out of it. He was even scolded by our dancing coach. I mean.. hyung being scolded in dancing?”

She frowned, and hated herself more. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to talk to Woojin, but their schedules always didn’t match, or Woojin was deliberately avoiding her.

Not that Riseul wanted to meet him because there was this uneasy feeling inside her that she wanted to disregard no matter what.

“Riseul?” a voice came from the distance. She looked around and saw Jihoon with Jinyoung.

“Jihoon? Why are you here?”

“Oh ! Jinyoung!” Daewhi interrupted when his eyes met Jinyoung’s. Jinyoung bowed and smiled , and sat beside Daewhi just as Jihoon sat beside Riseul.

“Oh, you know each other?” Daewhi nodded.

“We met each other last year. I watched a singing competition and he was there,”

“Oh the same competition you won a year ago? I remember they asked you to sing awhile back. Did you win Jinyoung?”

“No, unfortunately,”

“But you were so good !” Daewhi praised and Jinyoung blushed from embarrassment. “I forgot to ask you back then but I guess I should ask for your number now,”

Riseul giggled and sent Daewhi a knowing look as the two exchanged numbers. Jihoon arrived holding four coffees in hand, and gave each of them one.

“Oh, you didn’t need to,”

“Rental fee since we interrupted the two of you,” and he winked. Riseul’s chest tightened. “Also, since I met with Woojin just before I saw you. Kind of peace offering?”

“We’re all friends. You don’t need to give me some peace offering. I’ll take it as a rental fee for our table though,” and she stuck her tongue out and handed the coffee to Jinyoung and Daewhi.  She introduced Jihoon to Daewhi and explained their friendship because Daewhi was sending her a look as if she had been caught of her lie already.

Jinyoung excused himself first because he needed to get back to his own training, and Daewhi soon followed.

“Noona, rest well, and see you tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, hyung,” he bowed and left.

“You’re sick?” Jihoon immediately reached for her forehead and she started coughing. Her throat felt drier and itchier. “Seriously, the two of you ! Working so much until you can’t take it,”

“Woojin’s sick?”

“You bet he is. Burning with fever because that guy decided to just practice his butt out. Seriously, don’t make me so concerned,” her throat tightened up again like there was a rope wrapping her neck. She reached for her neck as if she was trying to untangle herself from the nonexistent rope.

“I see,” she frowned, and Jihoon took notice of it. He always does. “Why won’t the two of you say what’s wrong? It’s freaking me out. Have you seriously broken up?”

The sun was almost setting, and it cast a shadow veiling Riseul’s face. She was thankful for it because Jihoon was quick at picking up things. Sooner or later, he will realize it was because of him and the fragile relationship between the three of them would just become more complicated.

“We’re just.. We can’t come in terms of the future, you know?” not a lie. “Sooner or later we would still break up because we’d be banned from dating as idols,” white lie. “We’re just. We fought about what would happen from there. From here on,” total lie.

Jihoon nodded believing and she felt like she stabbed her heart. He stood and outstretched his hand, covering the setting sun that is now veiling his face.

“I’ll send you home,” 

Riseul felt that something crept from her chest. 

//flashback//

Out of breath, she rushed towards Jihoon’s mother who was crying. There was Woojin who smiled sadly and reached out to her as tears couldn’t stop falling from her eyes.

Jihoon was hit by a car. Jihoon was dying. Jihoon was.. 

Her breath hitched, and she sobbed as Woojin consoled her. She kept hearing that it will be okay from Woojin, but it didn’t work. It couldn’t keep all the thoughts away, and honestly it wasn’t the best example because it just created more tension for Jihoon’s mother.

Soon, a doctor approached them and informed them.

“Are you aware that he has the Hanahaki disease?” Riseul’s head turned swiftly with her eyes widened. Jihoon has the Hanahaki? She looked at his mother who nodded expectantly, and to Woojin who calmly stood there like it wasn’t foreign news.

Everything blanked out. Who was Jihoon in love with? She heard stories about the Hanahaki. It was the fatal disease that struck many people every year because of one-sided love. She liked to call it the “heartbreak disease” as a joke. Now, it’s breaking her heart.

“He lost consciousness while he was waiting to cross the street due to the complications of the disease and because of that, he was hit by a car. It’s endangering his life because it’s blocking the air apart from the fact that his ribs were broken from the crash, but we need to get your consent first to undergo with the surgery.” The doctor explained calmly. 

Jihoon’s mother shook her head. “My son wouldn’t like that. Is there no other way? The doctor told us the flowers weren’t that dangerous yet. They told us he still had time!”  

“That would have been the case if he wasn’t hit critically, but I’m afraid that if we postpone the operation then he would die,”

Woojin interlaced his hands on Riseul’s and she clenched it tightly. She looked at Woojin who smiled at her sadly. There was a certain foreboding inside.

As the doctor left, Woojin let go of Riseul’s hands and pushed her as Jihoon’s mother approached.

“Ri? May I talk with you?” Somehow she just knew what was to be said.

Riseul woke up with an intense cough. It has been three days since she last met with Jihoon. She collapsed from practice the day after, and was ordered to rest until the end of the week. She was grateful, but at the same time she hated resting. It made her feel worse. More anxious.  And the past was slowly catching up.  As much as she wanted to get better, her body wasn’t cooperating. She didn’t have any appetite, but she needed to take the medicine. Honestly, she didn’t know what was wrong, but she wrote it off as bad case of flu.  It was just the weather, the exhaustion and the stress.

She wanted to believe that even if there was a tiny voice inside telling her of something else.

She looked at herself by the mirror and everything was a mess. Her hair was all frizzly from lying in bed. She lost weight, and she was pale. She looked dying. Jihoon would panic. Her throat hitched, and it felt blocked and there was a taste she couldn’t understand. It didn’t taste like bile, but it was burning. Quickly, she drank water.

It was just over-exhaustion.

Just that.

New message received. Her phone screen lightened. She unlocked her phone and read the text.

There were a bunch of texts that were from her colleagues, the most recent one was from Woojin. They’d finally caved in after avoiding any form of contact for the past weeks. 

“You ok now?” she smiled, but was interrupted by the coughing. Her head ached, so she crawled back to her bed again. Looking at the screen, it was already 3 p.m. The picture of Woojin and her was still there. She didn’t want to remove it actually . Because she loves Woojin.

Then why don’t you meet him? The small voice inside her head asked. She swept it under the rug.

“Coming over?” she typed, but erased. “took the medicine already. be back soon,” sent. 

The doorbell rang, and she sluggishly went to answer the door, and there stood Jihoon outside. Her chest hurt like it was being compacted. She couldn’t breath and leaned on the door. The doorbell rang again, and she opened it this time.

“You look…” Jihoon greeted. “dying,” Riseul completed.

“Heartbreak disease?” Jihoon teased, and she flinched and horror filled her face. “Woojin wanted to come, but he was afraid that you’d shut the door on his face. He misses you, and you do too,”

So that’s what it was. Relief filled her face.

Jihoon wouldn’t know about the heartbreak disease. It was her own term after all, and he forgot about either way.  

“I’ll talk to him… soon,” she led him to the dining table, her head buzzing like it was being electrocuted.  The heat spread on her whole head, and it felt like the whole world was slower.

“I’m not a guest, so just go, lie down and sleep,” but she felt rattled. All her sleepiness was gone, but she complied either way. She didn’t like the light in the dining room. It strained her eyes, so she crawled to the darkness of her room and tried to shut everything off.

“No classes?” she drabbled hoping Jihoon would hear.

“Skipped it. Too worried,” his shortened words fastened the beating of her heart. The bile rose further. She was starting to taste it better.

It tasted like plant.

“And Woojin begged me to. Said he’ll buy me that new game if I made sure you were alive,”

“Bitch ass,” rolling her eyes, and Jihoon’s laugh was a cheat. It felt like she was slowly but surely stepping further into the edge of the cliff. 

After half an hour, Jihoon entered the room with a bowl of stew and mushed rice. She covered herself with the blanket shielding herself from the light that worsened the headache, but being the insensitive jerk Jihoon was, he uncovered the blanket. She wasn’t ready for his smile and gaze filled with genuine care. 

It made her want to vomit.

“You okay?” and she nodded trying to contain everything within her mouth. She wasn’t sure if something would fall if she opened it.

Her mouth felt dry, and she was about to grab the bottled water before her hands brushed Jihoon’s fingers. She jolted back, but wobbled because of the nausea. Jihoon caught her, and their eyes locked. And it kicked in.  She stood from the bed, and ran quickly to the bathroom not minding how her head was spinning. It didn’t matter. All she knew was that she should trust her instincts because all the alarms went off inside. 

She slumped immediately to the toilet, and forcefully locked the door. From her mouth rushed tens of vibrant pastel purples that opened slightly, the petals shielding its dark center.

For a minute, she stared at the flowers floating on her toilet deluding herself that it didn’t come from her mouth.

A knock on the door shocked her and she shut the cover of the toilet. “Riseul?” she covered her mouth pushing back the flowers.

“I’m okay. Just dizzy was all,” she reassured.  

She wanted to lock herself in there. Tears streamed down.

She was in love with Park Jihoon.

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[just-come-baek]

Love Game 1

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Hanbyeol) ft. mentions of Sehun x Irene

Genre: romcom | fluff | enemies to lovers!au | cheating!au | smut (later on)

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Byun Baekhyun founded a company that aids people cheat on their partners, while Park Hanbyeol runs a firm that helps find evidence of infidelity. However, they both face real difficulties when they help their common friends. Regardless of the effort, they are bound to fail. Miserably, I may add.

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It was a beautiful evening; the sky in its unique shade of orange, the air unusually clean, the street musicians playing smooth jazz. The scenery was breathtaking, most certainly postcard-worthy, yet the man clothed in a fine, navy blue suit, sitting in a local cafe, a cup of espresso and a piece of cheesecake on the table in front of him did not appreciate the view, as he stared at his phone, waiting for a message from his secretary.

Ultimately, his phone rang. It wasn't the long-awaited call from his secretary, though. Rather confused, Baekhyun looked at the name flashed up on the screen; Oh Sehun—his friend, freshly married at that. Scratching his temple, Baekhyun answered the call, having no clue why Sehun wanted to reach him.

"Baekhyun, I need your help," the voice on the other side of the line quickly spoke, not even bothering to greet his friend; he just went straight to business.

"Hello to you too, Sehun," Baekhyun casually replied, heaving a deep sigh, knowing that Sehun would start his rant as soon as he made sure the other one was listening. "What's the matter?" Baekhyun encouraged, being generous enough to donate his friend a little bit of his time. Even if he managed to get another client, he'd not schedule the meeting earlier than tomorrow's morning.

"Baekhyun, you have to help me," Sehun started, and Baekhyun sat back in his chair, comfortably resting his back, throwing one leg over the other. "I told Irene I'm going on a business seminar, but the thing is, I am not alone," Sehun trailed off, hoping that Baekhyun would get the hint. Actually, he had to; infidelity was the source of his income, after all.

"Okay, it seems you have everything under control," Baekhyun commented, reaching for his coffee, taking a small sip of a hot beverage, the caffeine almost had no effect on him given how much he drinks it daily. "What's the real problem?"

"The problem is..." Sehun made a dramatic pause, almost as if he wasn't already terribly stressed, "Irene's friend's here. I saw her when I went for more ice. My marriage will be over if she sees me, Baekhyun. You have to come here, and help me out man, for the old times' sake!"

"I'm kind of busy at the moment," Baekhyun mentioned nonchalantly, enjoying the way Sehun's voice stuttered and wavered, and just reeked of desperation.

"Baekhyun, please, treat me like one of your clients," Sehun urged, balancing on the verge of begging. His marriage to Irene was too important, he just couldn't lose her for one of his meaningless mistresses. Although he didn't love Irene, his family business benefited from the merger tremendously.

"Okay, let's say that I agree, which Irene's friend? Was it Wendy? Jiwoo?" Baekhyun asked, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to remember how they looked like. At the wedding, he had seen the bridesmaids, yet given the amount of alcohol he had had, the image was quite blurry.

"Neither, it's Hanbyeol." Sehun stated truthfully, and Baekhyun almost hung up. No matter how much he wanted to aid Sehun, he just wouldn't willingly go to another battle with the she-devil, the antichrist, the Satan in the flesh.

"No, you're on your own, Sehun." Baekhyun announced the second he heard her name. Sinister flashbacks projected into his mind, a shiver ran down his spine, his hands shaking. He had met Hanbyeol once, and it was enough for Baekhyun to run away from any girl who was named the same; regardless of how beautiful the women were, Baekhyun would still pale at the echo of her name.

"I'll pay double," Sehun offered, hoping that Baekhyun would reconsider his abrupt decision. He hated Hanbyeol, and she hated him, but Sehun's proposition was quite tempting—it was a shit ton of money! However, was it really worth it? He'd have to cover up for Sehun, and quite possibly come face to face with the only person he detests with every fiber of his body.

"Tempting, but no, sorry, I am busy, actually, I'm meeting my client right now," Baekhyun lied, his cheek stinging at the reminiscence of the slap he had received from Hanbyeol at the wedding. "I can send one of my employees over to handle the situation, I think Lay should be available tonight," he spoke like a mindless machine, wondering if Lay really had a clear schedule right now.

"I thought you knew me, Baekhyun. I always want what is best, and there's no better than you at this," Sehun started, buttering up Baekhyun, expecting his boastful words to convince the latter. "I'll pay triple, Baekhyun, just come here and help me, will you?"

Sehun had to be joking; the second Baekhyun heard the word 'triple' he clenched his fist and bit on it, a distinctive ka-ching! rang in his ears.

"Ugh, fine. Text me the address, and I'll be there asap." Baekhyun spoke quickly, and ended the call, not even waiting for Sehun's reply. Leaving his untouched cheesecake and a half full cup of coffee on the table, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and quickly got into his car, the location already in his GPS.

***

"Hi, Irene, what's up?" Hanbyeol answered the call, wiping her hands in the napkin, pushing a plate with fries away from her.

"Have you seen him yet?" Irene asked, impatient to know the details of the mission. Sehun was her husband, and even if they didn't love each other yet, she hoped the feelings would stem anyway. It hadn't been even two months since the wedding, and he treated her with the same exact indifference. She could handle the snail-like pace, yet there was something she couldn't tolerate—infidelity. If she was able to stay faithful to him, he could, too.

"No, I have not," she quickly replied, before she took a huge gulp of lime coke, "that's really strange, though. I'm at that meeting with all these businessmen and Sehun is no where to be found," she started to explain, looking over her shoulder wondering if her friend's husband finally showed up. "At first, I thought he bailed because this place is incredibly boring, since everyone seems to have a stick up their ass, but then I asked the guy who distributes the name tags, and apparently Sehun never showed up."

"Oh," Irene murmured, sounding obviously disappointed.

"It doesn't mean he's cheating," Hanbyeol instantly added, defending the guy. It was strange for her to protect her target, but she really didn't want to upset Irene. There was no proof that he cheated on her, she didn't catch him red-handed, perhaps, Sehun had a valid explanation on why he hadn't showed up yet.

"It doesn't mean he's not," Irene spoke, her voice quiet and cold, disappointment lingering in her tone. She could sense that Sehun hadn't been telling her everything, her suspicion backed with many unanswered texts, ignored calls, and a sweet scent of perfume which definitely didn't belong to Irene. They didn't love each other, but they could, and Irene was willing to try.

"Don't worry, I'll stick around for the weekend, and if anything fishy happens, I'll report it straight back to you," she reassured her, and licked her lips, "according to his payment history, he's here. If there's a woman with him, I'll find her and skin her alive for you."

"Thanks, Byeol. I can always count on you," said Irene, her voice again cheerful. Sehun might be distant to her, but she and Irene, they're fucking tight, although she wasn't always faithful to the only rule their friendship venerated—chicks before dicks, obviously.

"Yeah, anyway, I'll mingle with the other entrepreneurs, and don't forget that we're having brunch on Monday with Jiwoo and Wendy." Hanbyeol reminded her before she hung up, and hid her phone in her purse.

God, she hated these parties. Snob businessmen were gathering, drinking expensive champagne, and discussing their corporations. Normally, she'd not attend, but for Irene's sake, she did, and if it wasn't for free alcohol and appetizers, she'd already go crazy.

"Where are you, Sehun?" Hanbyeol whispered to herself, as she looked around, no familiar face ever flashed before her eyes; only men in their late fifties.

This party sucks.

***

"I'm here, where the hell are you?" Baekhyun yelled into his phone, as he walked into the hotel, his steps leisure, his elbow high. "What room as you in?" He questioned further, as he passed the bellhop, examining the exquisite decor; the place just screamed splendor.

"Room 304," Sehun replied quickly, putting on a bathrobe with his free hand, "I'll meet you outside, I don't really want to trouble her," he added, as he tied the velvet strip around his waist, his phone tightly squeezed between his ear and his shoulder.

"See you in a minute," Baekhyun mechanically spoke, ending the call, his head high, the gaze fixated on the elevator in front of him. Casually, he pressed the button, and the doors immediately opened, his reflection looking back at him in the mirrors in golden frames. The ride was short, yet it was long enough for Baekhyun to fix his tie and comb his hair with his long, slender fingers.

"Thank God," said Sehun, relief written all over his face. "I owe you so much for this," he sighed, the stress slowly leaving his tensed figure, as he knew that Baekhyun wouldn't let him down. Baekhyun was a professional, and it was certain that Sehun's secret was safe; Baekhyun was his warranty that Hanbyeol wouldn't catch him with another woman.

"Of course, you owe me a shit load of money," Baekhyun stated, as he looked at his friend, his stance nonchalant yet authoritative. "I'll be expecting a transfer from you on Monday, better don't be late."

"Yeah, whatever," Sehun answered with a shrug, the triple amount of money that Baekhyun had demanded for his service meant very little to nothing to him, given how rich his family is, "better tell me what's your plan, Baek."

"Since it's an emergency, the procedure is quite different," Baekhyun started, taking a sigh, as he stood on his heels, his fingers entwined behind his back, "send your lady to the hotel spa, you have to go to that business party, so Hanbyeol..." Baekhyun cleared his throat, which was bone dry, as her name barely left his mouth without vomiting, "so Hanbyeol would see you. When you're sure she saw you, I'll approach her and keep her busy, and you're free for tonight," he explained slowly, making sure that Sehun understood every detail of their plan; they only had one chance, and even the tiniest mistake could mean 'divorce' which was definitely the last thing Sehun wanted.

"You're a genius, Baekhyun. Thank you!" Sehun said, knowing that his secret was in good hands—Baekhyun's hands. "I'll get dressed and see you downstairs in a bit?"

"Sure," replied Baekhyun with utter nonchalance before he sent him a lopsided smirk, and turned on his heel, waiting for the lift to take him downstairs. "Good luck, and let's hope she won't suspect anything."

***

Baekhyun was standing in front of the entrance; one pair of doors separating him from the one and only nemesis of his. Moreover, not only he was going to see her, but what was beyond his comprehension, he had to approach her and maintain a conversation with the spawn of the devil itself. Surprisingly how eventful his evening has become; he surely wasn't mentally prepared for this meeting. As a matter of fact, he wasn't certain he'd be ever ready to face her.

With a deep sigh and short pep talk, he pushed the doors opened, his eyes roaming around the crowd seeking her.

"Okay, it shouldn't be that bad," Baekhyun spoke to himself, as he strolled inside, wide forced smile decorating his visage, as he bowed to some random businessmen and adjusted his elegant tie.

Much to his dismay, he spotted her in an instant; she was wearing a navy dress which terribly matched his suit. If he had to be objective, he'd even dare to say that she looked hot, yet given their brief history, he had to refrain himself from turning around and leaving Sehun on his own. Regardless of how pretty she looked, Baekhyun's judgment was clouded by the lousy memory.

The moment the waiter approached Baekhyun, he gladly took a glass of champagne, and gulped it down in one go. He needed it, he just wouldn't approach her without any preparation. Perhaps, she'd be a little bit more bearable if he fueled himself with alcohol. Normally, he was confident and brave, yet right now, he had to drink some more to boost his courage.

"Fancy seeing you here," Baekhyun spoke as he approached her and obtained her attention. She recognized his voice immediately; her figure slowly spinning around, a dreadful expression written all over her face. If Baekhyun hated her with pure passion, the animosity she felt toward him was twice as strong.

"I wish I could say the same," she muttered, as she eyed him from head to toe, not caring if he could hear her.

"Ouch!" Baekhyun pressed his hand against his chest, faking the pain that she caused with her harsh words. "Actually, I can't say I expected a warmer reception," Baekhyun commented, looking away, almost as if one look into her eyes would turn him into stone. "So... what brings you here?"

"It's a CEO gathering, and I am a CEO." Hanbyeol answered vaguely, not sparing him a glance either; his presence was repellent enough to handle. "What about you?" She asked, although she couldn't care any less about his reason; she only wished he'd go away after the small talk.

"Pretty much the same," Baekhyun replied, snatching another glass of champagne. "It's a perfect place to hand out business cards, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess," she agreed with a nonchalant shrug, finishing her alcohol.

"Though, it'd be way more pleasurable if Sehun didn't force me to go to that boring seminar in the afternoon. I thought I was going to die out boredom. At least, they provide food and alcohol." Baekhyun spoke casually, as he stared at her profile, examining her reaction when he mentioned Sehun's name. Just as he expected—she turned her head, their eyes locking for a brief moment.

"Sehun's here? I had no idea," Hanbyeol effortlessly lied, trying her best to look surprised, yet calm, so Baekhyun wouldn't figure out that she knew. So Baekhyun wouldn't fathom the reason behind her presence. She was going to bust Sehun with another woman, not get caught spying on him. "Well, it's a small world, isn't it?" She added, looking at Baekhyun, checking him out, approving his clothes and styled hair.

No matter how much she despised him, she couldn't deny that he was quite handsome.

"Yeah, it is," Baekhyun agreed, as he readjusted his tie, and put his hands into the pockets of his expensive suit. "Anyway... would you like to have a drink? I could use some," Baekhyun proposed, as he noticed Sehun in the crowd. Unlike Baekhyun, Sehun wasn't accustomed to this kind of stress, and it could be pretty risky for them if Hanbyeol approached him and started talking. Right now, it was Baekhyun's duty to keep her away from Sehun.

"I don't think so," Hanbyeol casually rejected his offer and turned around to leave him alone, yet if only he didn't grab her shoulder, she would be out of his side. "I said that I didn't want to, Baekhyun." She spoke, abruptly yanking her arm out of his grip.

"Come on, it's one drink, I'm not asking you to have sex with me," Baekhyun explained, trying to signalize that he didn't have wrong intentions. If she really thought that he was flirting with her, she was terribly mistaken, probably as wrong as it was possible. "For the old times' sake?" He smiled at her, almost as if he tried to seduce her.

"For the old times' sake all you can get is a kick in the nuts," Hanbyeol retorted, smirking when she saw Baekhyun's pain expression, as he was perfectly aware that she was capable of fulfilling her threat.

"Pass," Baekhyun replied with a sheepish smile upon his face, and took a step back, his hands immediately hovering above his crotch.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," she spoke, and turned around to leave. Baekhyun couldn't let that happen, especially when she was about to head toward Sehun.

"Are you still dwelling on the past?" Baekhyun asked, following behind her. "Whatever happened, happened; let's just forget about it." He proposed, but Hanbyeol only scoffed, as she continued to walk away from him.

Baekhyun couldn't be serious. Why did he urge her so desperately to talk to him? She was perfectly aware how little she meant to him, if anything, Baekhyun was supposed to avoid her like the plague. It was the only logical development of their relationship; they ought to restrain their contact to the very minimum. The most adequate behavior should be leaving one room when the presence of the other party spotted, and what Baekhyun tried to propose was the exact opposite.

What was his hidden agenda?

"I already did," Hanbyeol stated casually, not even sparing him a glance, "though, I still don't want to hang out with you."

"It's just one drink, relax." Baekhyun carried on, as they approached the bar, and raised his hand to obtain the bartender's attention. "My treat."

"Drinks are free," Hanbyeol said matter-of-factly, as she sat down on the stool, and Baekhyun immediately occupied the seat beside her. "Okay, cut the chase. What do you want from me?" She asked, being fed up with Baekhyun's insistent attitude. She didn't want to be anywhere near around him, and he must've felt the same; why did he bother?

"I don't know anyone here—"

"You know Sehun," Hanbyeol interjected, trying to prove him that he had better options than pestering her.

"Yeah, but I spent the whole day with him, I want to throw up when his face flashes in front of my eyes. He's my friend, but there are limits." Baekhyun explained with a cheeky smile, hoping that she understood him. Sighing, Hanbyeol looked at him, as he ordered drinks for them. He was irritating, but she realised that he wasn't going anywhere; if she could get rid of him, he'd already be out of her sight.

"Okay, whatever," she spoke, as she sipped on her sweet drink, her eyes seeking Sehun in the crowd. In her opinion, he didn't act like a person in the affair; he was somewhat relaxed, making casual conversations with businessmen in their fifties, not even sparing a single glance at the beautiful women who accompanied them.

"Hi, there," said a man who just approached the bar, one hand laid on the counter, the one one gently pressed against the small of her back, "can I get you a drink?" He asked, giving Hanbyeol a wide smile.

"She already has one," Baekhyun interjected, immediately jumping off his stool, "and she's with me," he added, as she swiped the man's hand away. "You're welcome, I protected you. He won't bother you anymore."

"You're the one bothering me, Baekhyun." She retorted, shaking her head in disbelief, as she sighed and bit her straw. "Besides, he was kind of cute, if anything, you just cockblocked me."

"I'm trying here," Baekhyun defended himself, returning to his seat. "It'd be much easier if you told me why you hate me so much."

"You really don't know?" Hanbyeol asked, looking him in the eyes, trying to determine whether he was seriously this shameless or simply ignorant. "Okay, fine. Let me enlighten you," she started, and Baekhyun gingerly nodded his head, waiting for the explanation. As far as he remembered, it had to have something to do with Sehun's and Irene's wedding.

"Please, do. I really want to know."

"At the wedding, we flirted with each other and it was really nice," she started, and Baekhyun responded with a gentle bow, taking in the information, "but later, I saw you making out with someone, and I was seriously pissed when after the toast you came back to me as if you just didn't shove your tongue down other woman's throat. All the attraction disappeared like a snap of fingers."

"Really, that's it?" Baekhyun asked with his eyebrow raised upwards. "Aren't you a bit melodramatic? It's not like we were in a relationship."

"It doesn't matter, Baekhyun." Hanbyeol answered calmly, a polite smile upon her face. "Don't get me wrong, but I know a little something about players, and I can tell when I see one."

"Well... I know a little something about relationships," Baekhyun started, making Hanbyeol interested in whatever he had to say, "why even bother to be with someone when eventually it's going to fall apart?"

"Relationships don't fall apart without a reason; people just stop trying. It's not going to last if you don't care to maintain it," Hanbyeol fought back, even if she didn't want to discuss that matter with him.

"Yeah, I agree, and that's why I don't do relationships."

"Good for you."

[storytimewithsapphire]

Love is Ludicrous 001

Jimin ft. Jungkook and Taehyung || Fuckboy! Maknae Line || 1963 Words

“Jimin Park being the ultimate definition of fuckboy along with his friends Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon. Upon one of his best friends getting married, he’ll have to deal with consequences also known as Y/N.”

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Music thumps in the eardrums of those using the excuse of dancing to grind upon random people and of those random people was infamous playboy Park Jimin.

It was normal to see Jimin grinding upon one girl with another in his arms while another is getting him a drink, it was a usual routine for people like him.

His two playboy friends, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, were always surrounding him but one didn’t seem present at the hottest club in LA where they had occupied themselves in with a couple small drinks, the youngest had never arrived.

Jimin knew Jungkook had gotten himself stuck in a trap, one of which many women have tried to set up for him but have failed miserably, it was ridiculous how a playboy like himself could have been could have fallen for someone, how could he actually love someone?

Love, it didn’t exist in the mind of Jimin and those who he chose to surround himself with but Jungkook had seemed to slip from his grasp, it is a real shame that something like young stupidity could be mistaken for young love.

The black haired gir returned with his drink, sending her away with a wink and a quick ‘thanks, babe’ he took the drink from her to reinterest himself in the dusty pink haired one that was kissing up his neck and the blonde who was drunkenly grinding herself into him.

He felt multiple vibrations in the back pocket of his skinny jeans and frankly, they began to feel better than the mediocre grinding his was receiving. He unwinded himself from the pink haired girl and lightly pushed the blonde away to check the multiple notifications left on his phone.

(2) Missed calls from Jeon Boy (4) Missed calls from Tae Town

From: Tae Town Where the hell are you??? Received at 11:34pm Why aren’t you picking up?? Received at 11:37pm You’re already fucking someone, aren’t you? Received at 11:40pm Answer the fucking phone! Jeon is about to get hitched! Received at 11:42pm

From: Jeon Boy I know what you’re gonna say Hyung but I don’t care anymore Received at 10:51pm There is only one thing left to do Since we love each other so much And you know that Hyung Received at 10:53pm I hope you can make it Sorry Hyung Received at 11:01pm

He stared at his messages in confusion, the little alcohol he consumed slowed down his ability to process this new information. ‘Jeon is about to get hitched’ Jungkook is about to get hitched, Jeon Jungkook is going to get fucking married.

With much fury, he called Taehyung as he made his way to the outside of the club, Tae was on sober duty tonight so he was driving.

“Tae! where the hell are you? And what do you mean Jungkook’s getting hitched?” “It’s true Jimin! When you didn’t answer he called me right in the middle of my lap dance from this smokin’ hot girl. He told me that it was only right for them to get married since it was the only thing left to do” “Has Jeon gone insane? Love ain’t shit!” “Then get your shit and make him realise that”

With that Jimin told him where he was and together they headed off to the only chapel that would open this late, the only chapel that would allow such a mistake to happen at this time of the night.

Jimin jumped out the door before Taehyung even had the opportunity to put the car in park, he was more than determined to stop this.

He kicked open the doors with the sudden force of three angry men, “Stop! Stop the wedding! Stop everything!” Jimin’s outburst didn’t startle the couple that stood at the altar in club-like clothing, however, it did make the poor groom hang his head in shame for his older friend’s behaviour.

Jimin marched down the aisle with Tae finally following closely behind, Jimin took Jungkook by his shoulders while shaking him vigorously like his words following would be understood better that way.

“Why Jungkook? Why would you do this to yourself? You’re too young for this” “But Jimin hyung, I love her, I truly do”

Jimin didn’t understand what was so special about this girl that Jungkook had been seeing for longer than he should have been.

“Do you know what love is? Love is shit. It ties you down, restricts your freedom, she’ll give you no freedom. That’s the only thing getting married will get you” Jimin spoke harshly as he eyed the girl stood next to Jungkook, she was quite tall but still appeared small in front of Jungkook even with her stripper-like heels. What was her name again? ‘Isn’t this that Claire girl I hooked him up with a couple months ago?’.

“But hyung Hana isn’t like that, I’ve known and been with her for 3 years now”

‘Hana, so that’s her name’. “3 years? You’ve been hooked with her for 3 years?” Jimin questioned Jungkook surprised that he missed such a big piece of information.

“Yeah hyung, 3 years. I know I’m only 22 and that seems too young to be married but I do know that what I have with her is love and it’s true love, I wouldn’t change it for anything” Jungkook had the most sincere voice Jimin had ever heard, he really had fallen hard for her.

Jimin let got of Jungkook to look between him and the girl, she was on the verge of leaving but the iron like grip that Jungkook had on her was enough to show how much he really wanted her to stay.

Jimin turned to look at Tae behind him seeing as he’d let a few loose tears slips at Jungkook’s confession, he sighed in the realisation that he really wouldn’t be able to talk Jungkook out of this.

“Look I’m not saying I’m happy about this but if that’s what makes you happy then let’s do it” Jimin had never seen a bigger smile appear on Jungkook’s face as it did now.

“Yah Mister Preist, do your thing” he spoke to the priest before stepping away for the ritual to continue.

“Do you Jungkook Jeon take Hana Yoo as your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do” “And do you Hana Yoo take Jungkook Jeon as your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do” “It is at this time that I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride”

Jimin and Taehyung stood there clapping as Jungkook leant closer to Hana, their lips merely inches away before another slam of the chapel doors was heard.

Hana looked up at door to see who had interrupted them once more only to hid behind Jungkook as the girl approached.

“Oh Shit, Y/N” Hana spoke causing all attention to turn towards you.

Jimin let out a small gasp of your name as he eyed you head to toe, from the skin tight dress you had on, to each of the curves they let out, you were damn attractive.

“Hana what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I was getting married Y/N” “Are you mad? Why would you want to ruin your life like that? Your image, your career, it’s all down the drain from here” “I’m not ruining anything, Victoria Secret’s Angels are allowed to get married”

Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes popped out at the statement, ‘No wonder she got a body like that’ Jimin thought to himself.

“Yes they are but as far as I know you, you’ll be pregnant soon enough and then.. kids? Victoria Secret models don’t have little toddlers running around Hana” You stated but you plan failed as Hana squealed gripping Jungkook’s arm, “Kids? We love kids” Hana stated, ‘Seems like a bit of an airhead’ Jimin thought to himself knowing it'd be rude to say it out loud.

“Fine, get married, have kids but of all people, you had to get married to... him?” You rudely stated judging Jungkook for all he had showing was gave off clear fuckboy vibes.

“Hey!” All three boys yelled at once causing you to step back to look at all of them, ‘typical, even his friends look like him’ you thought.

“All I’m saying is that you could have gotten a doctor, a lawyer, someone hot and intelligent, why’d you go for a playboy with barely any brains?” You stated truly concerned about your friend, as rude as it may seem it was all true.

“Wait a minute” Jimin stated pushing Jungkook back so he would not be the aim of your rudeness.

“Excuse me, what did you say about intelligence?” Jimin stood slightly towering you as your height, even with heels, still fell short.

“It’s true, why should she go for some college frat boy wearing jeans with more holes than the ones in his IQ?” You expressed your anger eyeing him up, whoever he was he sure was good looking but you had no time to think about anything like that.

“Are you here to break up their marriage or degrade us?” Jimin questioned her, his temper was starting to get the better of him, his sexual frustration was helping either.

“Maybe a bit of both” “Who are you to call us out? Bet if someone fucked you right then you wouldn’t have this stupid attitude” Jimin wasn’t in the mood for games, Tae and Jungkook both knew there was no going back from this.

“Of course! The only thing you fuckers could think of is sex. I’m telling you, Hana, this is all he’ll want from you” “Listen here you uptight little bitch, I know how to shut you up so it’d be best if you stay out of the fucking way and let them do what they want” It was as if there could be visible smoke coming out of both of their ears, they had hardly met yet Jimin and Y/N knew they could hardly stand each other.

With faces only inches apart, it was surprising they had not started clawing at each other with fury. “Oh is that so? Why should I shut up? You have no right to tell me what to do. I’ll talk if I want to, I’ll say whatever I want to say, You can’t stop m-” Y/N’s yelling rant was cut short as Jimin used hand to push her neck forward, the impact caused Y/N’s lips to push against Jimin’s in a rushed kiss.

Everyone’s jaw dropped at the sight, all except Jungkook who still managed to speak, “Wait, we’re getting married, why are they kissing?”

Realisation hit Y/N as she pushed Jimin away by the chest, feeling the firmness of his body under the thin clothing. “Damn baby you’ve got some soft lips” Jimin stated back in his playboy attitude as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip.

Y/N stood back in shock at Jimin’s behaviour, one moment he’s yelling at her and next he chooses to kiss her but of course that’s all guys like him wanted to do.

“Fuckboy” Y/N stated before turning and walking to the exit “Bitch” Jimin called out just before she could leave before turning away and leaving himself with Taehyung following closely behind.

Hana frowned as she looked up at Jungkook who gave her a small smirk, “So can we kiss now or what?”

[peachytae5]

Future

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. the rest of the boys

Warnings/Genre: Angst, fluff, little bit swearing, mentions of self consciousness

Song: Let me know and Spring day by BTS

Words: 3595

>> On top of this ending tune, I’m standing here alone, now tell me that it’s over, Let me know<<

“YAH! Hyuuuuung” Taehyung yelled as Hoseok wrestled with him. You laughed out loud at the faces Taehyung made while Jungkook joined you. “Gosh, you rascals, stop it!” Jin scolded the two of them and rolled his eyes at their childish behavior. Taehyung and Hoseok stopped playing around and sat down on the floor, looking at Jin and pouting. You were sitting comfortably leaned against the shoulder of the boy you loved, Jungkook. Your body was still shaking from the giggles that were escaping your lips. “Y/N-ah why are you laughing?” Hoseok complained. “You two are really something…” you laughed before giving him an angelic smile. Jungkook shifted in his seat, causing you to look at his handsome face. His face was turned towards the kitchen and he hummed at the smell of freshly made food. “Food’s ready!” Namjoon yelled through the dorm, causing uproar of noises when the boys, including you, made their way to the open kitchen. It was silent while everyone was stuffing the delicious food into their mouths. Jungkook sat next to you silently shoving Kimchi in his mouth. You looked at him and admired his sharp jaw line. He suddenly turned his head, surprising you as he looked you dead in the eye with a stuffed mouth. You almost choked on your food bursting into tears and laughter when you saw his face. He looked like a hamster. He turned his head away from you, swallowing his food to then look at you again, joining your laughter. The boys looked at the two of you like you were aliens, as you both kept laughing. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Yoongi asked, amused about the fact that both of you didn’t seem to care about the gazes you got from the boys. Hoseok and Taehyung started cracking up about the blunt comment Yoongi made, causing the others to join their loud laughter. You waved your hand in front of you trying to stop you from crying, laughing and choking on your food. Jungkook and Namjoon started to pat your back to help you swallow your food. As you finally managed to do so, you sighed and went back to eating your food. The others were still smiling before returning to silently eat their food.

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The next morning you woke up early, letting Jungkook sleep, you changed your clothes and went to the living room of the dorm to find Taehyung stretched out over the whole length of the black leather couch. “Morning” he mumbled, glancing to you before returning to look at his phone. You nodded, sure he didn’t see it. On the question of what he wanted to eat his whole face lit up as he jumped from the couch, banging into the lamp that was hanging from the ceiling. “God fucking damn it I’m going to rip this dumb lamp of the ceiling one day” he grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. You tried hard to keep in your laughter but still causing you to chuckle a little. “Anyways” Taehyung whirled around to look at you smiling brightly, “You were talking about food. How about Pancakes?” he asked clapping his hands. You nod, giving him an amused smile. “Wanna help me?” you asked, turning around to the counter, to collect the ingredients you would need. He practically jumped behind you, bumping into your shoulder and started to search for a bowl in one of the cupboards.

After an hour the others slowly came out of their caves, rubbing their eyes and greeting you and Taehyung good morning. The only one missing was Jungkook; he was either still asleep or too lazy to get up. You asked Jin to do the rest after you decided to go back to Jungkook’s room. You peeked your head through the door to find him looking at you with sleepy eyes. “Jagi…” he whined, pouting at you and holding one arm out for you to grab. You accepted his invitation as he suddenly pulled you on the bed causing you to yelp in shock. “You’re a fucking idiot Jeon Jungkook” you laughed at him, slapping his shoulder. He was hovering over you, straddling you beneath his toned body. His hands were next to your head. He gave you a wicked smirk before he bowed down to connect his forehead with yours, looking into your eyes with his soft chocolate irises. You bit your lip in anticipation of what may follow. He leaned in to connect his soft red lips with your own, sending a shiver down your spine at the tickling sensation his body sent out to you. After what felt like hours he backed away to look at you with a soft smile, his eyes slightly forming crescents. His handsomeness and beauty overwhelmed you all the time. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and he leaned in your hand, closing his eyes, clearly enjoying the touch of yours. “Come on…breakfast is ready” you smiled at him. His face lit up immediately hearing the news. He quickly got off the bed, changing into different than boxers. He took your hand yanking you off the bed and walking to the kitchen only to find the boys judging the both of you. “Why do we have to wait for y’all” Jimin and Taehyung whined in unison. You chuckled at the sight of six hungry boys pleading the both of you to finally sit down so they could eat.

______

“Shall I drive you back to your dorm?” Jungkook uttered, cocking his head to his right. You looked at him quizzically before giving him a silent nod. He immediately knew something was off. “Are you okay?” he asked you, a slight trace of concern in his voice and squatted down in front of you to get a better look at your face. “Huh...Yeah” you waved him off, still deeply sunken into one of your daydreams. He sighed before standing up straight again, deciding you would need some time to yourself and walked off to the living room.  

You shook your head before going back to your original thoughts that lingered in your head. You thought about the future of yours and Jungkook’s relationship. Does he still love you? What is going to happen after both of you graduate? Will you live together? Are you enough for him? Are you annoying him? You slowly became self conscious dragging yourself down on your own thoughts of dislike. You somewhat always hated yourself for your appearance which made you think you don’t deserve him. He’s better off with some pretty girl and not someone like you, you thought. He deserved better. You surely were funny and quirky but your looks made you self conscious around boys, especially someone like Jungkook. He was handsome, his body was toned, and his eyes always showing off warmth and his aura was incredibly comforting. You still can’t believe you’re his girlfriend of 2 years now. You knew each other since kindergarten and went from best friends to lovers in May, 2 years ago. He was the first to confess that he had fallen for you. You couldn’t believe what he said back then. You knew you cried before confessing your own feelings to him.

A loud bump made you jump in your seat, snapping out of your daydream and mentally returning to the real world. Namjoon apparently tripped over a cable, knocking over the monochrome floor lamp behind the couch. As he cursed something under his breath, Hoseok and Yoongi, who were both hit by the lamp, yelled at him about how he always manages to knock something over or break it. “Sorry, man, who of you dumbasses thought it would be a good idea to just lay the cable across the whole room. Idiots.” he ranted. Looking away from the scene in front of you, you turned to look at the clock that was hanging in the kitchen. 4:52 p.m. You jumped on your feet, your work shift started in less than 10 minutes. “Guk?” you muttered. Snapping his head in your direction, he quickly understood and jumped off the couch, grabbing his jacket and his car keys. Both of you practically hopped down the stairs to get to the car that was parked in front of their house. He quickly drove you to the diner you were working at, which, at the same time, was yours and the boys favorite go-out-place. Jungkook glanced at you while you were tapping on your armrest. It was 4:59 p.m., so you would be a little late to your shift. Jungkook parked his black truck in front of the diner. Looking at the clock you quickly gave him a kiss and waved at him as you mouthed a silent “I love you” in his direction to which he responded with a smile. You watched him drove off and made your way into the diner, greeting and apologizing for your late arrival.

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It was past midnight when you arrived at your dorm. Silently opening the door, you tried to keep quiet as you tiptoed to your bedroom. You didn’t want Alex, your female best friend, to wake up. You changed into your pj’s and slid into bed, only to fall asleep shortly after.

 You woke up from your dream, drenched in sweat and tears. Once again you experienced a nightmare. It was your fifth nightmare in about two weeks now always making you dream the same things: your break up with Jungkook, him telling you that you were a burden all the time and so on. You shifted in your bed swiping over your forehead. You sat up straight so you would breathe properly. You quickly made yourself calm down, taking the towel that was laying on your nightstand to swipe away the last tears and sweat drops before going back to sleep.

 When you woke up the next morning you felt sore and as if you haven’t gotten any sleep for at least 4 days. You felt drained. You looked at your phone to find 4 unread messages from Jungkook.

[Gukkie], 10:43 p.m.

“Are you really okay?”

[Gukkie], 11:02 p.m.

“I’m sorry if I did anything wrong?”

[Gukkie], 02:05 a.m.

“Please answer me, I’m getting worried.”

[Gukkie], 09:15 a.m.

“Good morning love <3”

The last message was only sent half an hour ago. You quickly answered him.

“Good morning, sorry I’ve been really tired last night, that’s why I didn’t answered your texts”

Seconds later your phone chimed, initiating a new message from the love of your life.

[Gukkie], 9:46 a.m.

“I’m glad you’re alright. Wanna go out today?”

You quickly answered him with a yes and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Your phone chimed once again, stating that Jungkook would pick you up around 1 p.m.

You took a shower, letting the hot water run down your body and drifting off to yet another daydream. You snapped out of it when someone knocked at the bathroom door. “Y/N? You in there?” a familiar voice asked. Alex. “Yeah, give me 5 minutes to finish.” you answered, getting out of the shower to get dressed.

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It was exactly 1 p.m. when Jungkook rang at your dorm. You run to the entrance and opened the door that separated your from Jungkook. You fell around his neck and gave him a quick kiss, clearly catching him off guard. You were excited. The weather was perfect for going out. “Where are we going?” you asked as you hopped alongside Jungkook. “Coffee?” he questioned, giving you a lopsided smile. “Ah yes, exactly what I need.” you excitedly stated.

You got in the passenger seat of his truck, looking at him, before turning your head to the right side to look out of the window, watching the landscape blur around you.

You finally arrived at your favorite coffee shop. It was small but cozy with a small library. Getting out of the car, Jungkook walked around it, entangling his hand with yours. You sat down opposite of each other under one of the windows. The afternoon sun shone through the large windows, creating waves of sweet honey on the white walls. Jungkook was hovering over the menu when you once again started to admire his looks. The sunlight lit up one half of his face and his skin became a honey like color. His light brown fringe was covering his eyes and his lips were full and soft looking. The corners of his lips were curled into a slight smile as he read the menu. He always did this, reading the menu even though he knew fairly well what was on there. It was a habit of his. You smiled while absently looking at him.

“Y/N?” he waved in front of you “Earth to Y/N?!” You snapped out of your daydream looking at him with big eyes. He laughed at your dreamy behavior; “What do you want?” he asked, still laughing at you. “Caramel Cappuccino, as always you fool.” you spat back, crinkling your nose, before bursting into laughter, making him join you in delight. “YAH! Young lady, don’t be so sassy.” he countered, shaking his head at you and waving his forefinger in your direction. You stuck out your tongue at him, him doing the same to you before he leaned over the small circular table, his lips only inches away from yours. His brown eyes were softly looking at you. You leaned in and brushed your lips against his soft, rosy lips. His eyes never left yours.  He once again leaned in, to place his lips onto yours. You responded in kissing back, leaning in even more than before, letting him take you away with only his lips. His hands cupped your cheeks, leaving tickling marks where his finger tips laid. He deepened the kiss and caused you to shift in your seat. Both of you pulling away on the noise of the waiter bringing your drinks. Your cheeks flushing a light pink, you sat there in silence, sipping your drinks.

The sun started setting down when you left the coffee shop, walking back to his truck, his hand entangled in your own small hands. Whenever he touched you ever so slightly, it sent a warm, tingling sensation through your whole body, instantly warming your heart. Opening the passenger door, he gestured for you to get in the car; slamming the door shut he got in the driver’s seat, started the engine and drove back to his dorm. His right hand rested on your thigh while both of you didn’t dare to say a word.

Your thoughts went back to your relationship, better to say to your future relationship. Your              self-consciousness crept its way back into your mind. Did he really still want you? Did he really accept you with all your flaws and habits? Thousands of questions dangerously lingered in your mind making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Your head dropped low and your eyes moved to your thigh where his hand was placed. Your daydreams and thoughts consumed you once again completely, your body slightly panicking. You shook your head, trying to get out of your thought’s prison. Success; you escaped your poisonous thoughts and started to look out of the window to concentrate on whatever came in your sight so you wouldn’t drift off again.

Half an hour later you arrived at Jungkook’s and the boys’ house. You got out of the car, making your way to the white front porch. Slamming your fist onto the bell push. You were a bit taken aback when you realized what you just did and looked at your hand, confused about your actions. Jungkook approached you from behind, “The boys are not home, love” he smiled. He opened the door with a click of the door knob, leading you inside and into the living room. He threw himself on one of the couches, taking the remote control and zipping through TV channels. You just stood there, unable to think of something to do.

“Excuse me for a bit Guk…” you uttered, shuffling to the bathroom.

You got in, slammed the door shut, with way too much force than you first intended. Slowly walking in front of the mirror, your gaze made its way from your feet to your face. You were looking into the eyes of a sad girl. Your reflection startled you for a moment. You felt panic slowly rising up, making the beat of your heart race, breathing heavily. The first tears crept their way down your flushing red cheeks. Leaving dark marks on your hot skin, more tears streamed down your face, dripping from your nose as your head hung low. Your whole body was vibrating on the cause of your sobs making their way through your body. You found yourself kneeling down on the cold bathroom floor, your hands stirred to cover your mouth, stopping you from making anymore noises. You were trapped in your world; the thoughts immediately back when you looked at your reflection. You felt your despair and helplessness overwhelm you and your hands dropped to your sides.

Peeking through the bathroom door, Jungkook froze in shock at the sight of you. He pushed the door out of the way, jumping behind you before kneeling down to let you fall into his tight embrace. Your sobs were still making their way through your body. Your face was pressed against his firm chest and your hands were around his waist. He held you tight until the last sobs and huffs escaped your lips. Eventually your heart beat slowed down and your breathing normalized. Jungkook lifted you up bridal style and took you to the living room. Your face was resting in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. He sat down onto the couch, letting you rest in his lap and tightly hugging you.

Holding you an arm length away from him, he looked you in your eyes. His own were filled with worry, concern and sadness. “Love, what is wrong?” he whispered. You looked down to your hands resting in your lap. One of his hands stirred to move your head up, to look into his eyes. “I-I’m sorry…” you stuttered, again on the edge of tears. “shhh” he shushed you, “don’t cry, Jagi.”

You took one last breath, before confessing your worries to your boyfriend.

“I…I don’t know. I just think I’m not worth your love and I don’t deserve you. Look at me, there are so many pretty girls out there…You’re better off with one of them, right? I keep thinking about our future. Do you still love me? Am I enough for you? Am I good enough to even be your girlfriend? I just…hate myself sometimes.” you said in a low voice, for no reason afraid to scare him.

“Jagi…” he started, looking in your eyes in disbelief. A soft frown forming on his beautiful face.         “Who makes you think that? I’m sorry if I have ever given you an unwanted feeling or that you don’t deserve me.” he muttered, placing a kiss on the temples of your head. You looked down once again, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I’m saying that because…, because you deserve me in every single way. You deserve my love. I don’t know how I deserve you, but I do, apparently. You’re cute, sweet, loving….you’re the most beautiful girl in this world. I love everything about you. The way you smile when you drift off in a daydream. I love the way you look at me in the morning when I wake you up, pouting at me sleepily. I love how your eyes are excitedly moving when you see the boys and especially me. I love your skin. I love every single one of your flaws that may exist in your thoughts. They’re charming. You’re unique, love.  You’ve always been there for me, since kindergarten and even more for five years now. I will always love you, never doubt that, okay? I will never leave you for some other girl that might be prettier than you on your own opinion, because no one is prettier than you.” he ended his spate of words. He looked at you with a softened gaze. Returning his gaze, your eyes widened at the realization of what he just said. “Are you serious?” you mumbled.  “I am serious, Jagi.” he returned, stroking the back of your head.

“I love you.” you said looking at him with shiny eyes.

“I love you too, and don’t cry.” he uttered, his thumbs swiping away the tears on your cheeks.

He stretched out over the length of the couch, you halfway laying on top of him. Your head was resting on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat and breathing. He still had his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I will always love you, Jagi.” he hummed.

“I will, too…forever” you responded and smiled.

Cuddled up against the warmth of your boyfriend the two of you watched a movie. It was past midnight when the boys came back from their little trip. They were mocking each other and let themselves fall on the couches. You were laughing again and Jungkook smiled at the sound of your laugh. He was happy to have you smiling and laughing again. It was music to his ears.

>> You know it all; you’re my best friend; the morning will come again, because no darkness or season can last forever<<

A/N: aaah my first BTS fanfiction. I hope y’all like it. And I actually listened to Spring day and Let me know while writing this. Feedback is always appreciated.<3

[boxwinebaddie]

to all the guardian angels watching over me --

for you, my treasures, i am working on a gift,

something to lift our spirits while i lift this curse.

( god, i wish i had taken PE a bit more seriously. )

now, it's not much...

but because i've been experiencing alot of stress/panic attacks lately, if you are looking for a little hurt comfort, but mostly comfort, i am writing up a little think piece about Ravesey!Style X Anxiety, what situations/subject matters might be stressors, nervous tics/tells,

and, naturally...

...what the other boy might do to comfort them. <3

again, it's not much ( i wish it could be more, but alas, i have been trying to write for months and my hands hurt almost as much as my heart does ), but i wanted to try and ease back into writing things again, i am inspired endlessly by your requests/questions, would like nothing more in the world than to answer them and hopefully heal the world with a little hate...from ravesey style.

( so you better smile, pendejos. )

but first, a sappy, crappy thanks from ur poorly functioning uncle.

many of you have asked what my days are like ( i'm sorry i got a little graphic and morose down here, but on the bright side, i'm only five ft, so it's far less stuffy than six feet under, right? khlks. what can i say! even as a gallows girl, i'm shallow. <3 call that preposthumo(ro)us. )

buuut anyways, a lot asked how to make my dog days better but tbh? i'm a cat person ( i miss lily :/ ), so i don't need compliments.

your company is more than enough.

( tho, i do 'preciate the gifts you're leaving on uncle death's doorstep )

...so, um...

*rubs neck nervously and accidentally strains it*

Thank You. :'}

on terribly hard days, ( any sans you ) when i wake up with the skin on my face red and broken open after another round of failed antibiotics from another lazy er diagnosis that i don't have/but must because my voice shakes when i talk and i pick my skin when i'm scared, my body heavy, puffy and yet far too light from exertion, a disgusting jaundice yellow against the bruise blue tile of my bathroom floor, trying not to gag as the nauseating, patronizing voices of ugly male doctors echo in my ears with this horrible thing brewing in my body like poison...

..i open your messages, i read your kind words, tell all the loud men in lab coats to shut up, i put the dnr down, and decide...to save myself.

i sit up slowly so i don't get whiplash or come crashing down to earth, ( yk, i've heard it hurts to fall from heaven, but then, hells not far off. )

i think about how if i don't do this, no one will relentlessly hit on my rant park girls and ruin their day, i think of what little silly drink i will weakly brandish in my hideous, chewed up hands for my bev check that day, it helps if i imagine us all together at a picnic table one day, laughing, smiling, drinking our drinks, just dillydalling the day away,

a perfect, beautiful day.

talking about our perfect, beautiful boys.

just me and my perfect, beautiful girls.

but right now...

it's just Fucking. Me. again.

and this biohazardous BITCH who won't pay rent.

and i finally make it up for air, i savor it, then hold my breath so i don't scream at god or waste my very important air on another stupid arrogant man who won't listen and doesn't care, gritting my teeth so hard, all sound and movement softens ( a very sick kind of kindness ), stupidly clinging to my sweat-laden shirt, all cotton and rotten hope,

trying very hard to be 'good', to be a positive role model even outside of the classroom full of small children i loved very much but was too sick to send off to off to the kindergarten i prepped them for...these weird, funny, odd, special, tiny little people i raised in place of their rich, idle parents; tied their shoes, sang them songs, taught them to spell their names...and will probably never, ever see again.

-- but who would want me to practice what i teach and be brave and not cry as i try to remember which parts of the lymphatic system will release pressure in each sagging limb, painstakingly putting my broken doll parts back together by myself in that cursed fucking bathroom which knows me better than any ex i've ever had...

...and because of your strength, my loves,

i remember everyday why even though i am some woman's annoying, inept, yappy purse dog pomerainian that accidentally got dumped on the side of the busy highway, a dumb, useless, fancy, fluffy, fussy thing, doomed from the start, dead on arrival, taken and afraid, shaking in my siren clog hello kitty crocks, scared shitless, with no survival skills, no self-preservation, no strength, that somewhere, way past this horror movie scene, far beyond night that never ends...

crimson dawn B R E A K S.

and it looks a lot...

Like Your Smile. :)

HYH.

-uncle nina xx

[kpopchangedme]

Girls sex talk mini series??? For WIP

WIP TAG GAME

PART I

I SWEAR THE PART 2 IS COMING GUYS. BUT I NEED INSPI AND MY LIFE IS SO BORING. (if u know what i mean 👀 #rip)

Things I Wish I knew: Grease is the word

The second drabble of a girl talk and sex tips mini-series for the modern ladies, ft. unfortunate Mark Tuan & Park Jinyoung

“Vagina.” Lulu repeats, cocking her head to stare at your very, very red boyfriend, she’s been at that for two whole minutes. “Why are you so uncomfortable Tuan?” She giggles and you intervene, feeling sorry.

“Stop teasing him…” You laugh despite yourself and Mark shoots you an insulted look.

“I’m fine!” You bite your lips to keep your cool at his reply. “It’s the best evening of my whole life, y/n! Vagigna…” Everybody guffaws at his poor attempt to sound unphased by the simple word. You know he’d leave if the girls made him feel too awkward, but you can’t help wanting to protect him. It’s like, ever since you decided to rant about Sex Ed, the two boys suddenly became the targets of their lil’ women stunt.

“VA. GI. NA.” Lulu repeats for the umpteenth time, causing him to groan. “There’s a feminist shop near my place that sells that word on a tee.”

“Why would you want to wear that?” Maria asks innocently.

“To see people’s face change when they read the word, ‘cause it’s powerful. Tuan can’t even properly say it.” She shrugs ignoring his indignant cry and you nod, agreeing despite your best intentions. “Right, Park?”

“Vagina.” Jinyoung says, the word half-drowned in his glass of wine. He tries to play it off as if he’s cool but the colour of his ears is treacherous. “Vulva. I’ll have to say these words in front of my students all week anyway. This is good training.”

“I wish I was 14 again and could listen to Mr. Park say dirty things to me all day.” Isha teases and Jinyoung chokes, coughing like crazy. “Lucky girls.”

“Vagina, vulva, penis, uterus… That’s the worst dirty talk ever!” You groan and everybody looks at you curiously. “Nothing turns me off more than these words to be honest.”

“Nothing?” Mark laughs, hitting you with his elbow just so you know he can already think of a few things.

Isha raises a hand to require silence. “I call a spade a spade, but I once send naughty texts back and forth with a guy who would always answer way too directly. So I see what you mean. Nothing turns me more off than reading thing like ‘I want to put my penis inside your vagina’.”

“Jesus, where do you find the guys you date?!” Jinyoung’s question is almost buried by the sounds of the girls laughter.

“Tinder.” Isha shrugs. “It’s not like I ask for sexy nonrhythmic poesy or whatever. Just tell me how you want me… How bad.” She says the last part while holding Jinyoung’s gaze and Maria turns to you to roll her eyes, as if to say ‘get a room’.