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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part seventeen)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do, too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, honeymoon ;) long chapter)

A/n: taglist at the bottom as always,, last chapter y'all, are you ready? :) Smut with feelings/plot below ⬇️ irl you should wear condoms and use lube, and anal is not nearly so simple, but im lazy and this is fantasy; start and end of smut scenes indicated by a ♡ sign if you wanna skip

While Jimin's words had electrified you, Jin quickly shot it down, saying that everyone needed to rest from the long day of traveling and preparations that were made, far too drained from traveling that day to engage in anything that required more energy than it took to kick off his shoes and cuddle the heck out of his loves.

And you had to agree. Since the wedding-- hell, since the engagement party, your life has been a whirlwind and taking time for yourself hasn't been a priority, always focused on looking perfect in public to keep from tarnishing Namjoon's reputation, which was now linked to yours. This is where the fancy, classy outfits Jimin and Taehyung had been buying you have come in handy, your put together looks along with your frequent appearances on their Instagram pages have made you some what of a celebrity, boosting your followers count and causing more organizations reaching out to work with you. You had even received news from your old school offering you a full ride scholarship to study with them again, not that you'd even need it at this point, being offered jobs within the fashion field despite your lack of certification.

It was scary, all this attention on you so suddenly and you hoped that you would eventually fade into obscurity again after a while once people got used to the new couple in the celebrity world.

So, basically, when you laid your head on that pillow surrounded for the first time by all the men you had come to love, you knocked out cold. You want to say that it was a magical experience. That finally sharing a bed with all of them (and not just the maknaes looking for extra cuddles) like you had watched them do with each other was fulfilling. And in a way it kinda was, the slow breathing rhythms of everyone of them around you, squished onto a mattress in ways that would definitely have people waking up with a numb arm or two, made you feel whole in weird way, like you had been living life one, boring way, and suddenly realized that there was a much simpler way.

But mostly it was just hot and sticky, and not in the good way, the covers being completely tossed aside at some point and none of you caring. Jungkook had managed to lay on top of you, head laying on your chest in a way you weren't sure wasn't purposeful, and Hoseok had pulled you half on top of him, your pillow the lean muscle of his bare chest. Because yes, these boys sleep practically naked.

You woke up feeling sweaty, not that any of the boys seemed to care. Half of them were awake before you, the morning light peeking through the blinds probably causing it, and the other half were still lazing about in bed, skin still touching yours even with more space to stretch out.

"Jungkook," Jin rasped in a voice that told you he was still half asleep while batting Jungkook's unmoving body with a pillow. "Stop pretending to sleep and go take a shower."

You looked down at the boy still pressed into your chest, seeing him try to fight off a smile with his eyes still closed. "You brat," Yoongi pinched him, making him yelp. "Don't be a perv."

"Like you have room to talk." Jungkook scoffed, giving up the act and rolling off you. "You talk in your sleep." The boy muttered indignantly, slumping to the bathroom.

Yoongi went bright red, trying to subtly look at you to gauge your reaction. Namjoon chuckled, rich and deep, bed shaking with the movement. He was sat up next to you, pillow behind his back as he read a novel, because of course he brought a book on a honeymoon, and turned to you, amusement all over his face. "It's okay. Our honey's a deep sleeper." He said, hand cupping your jaw and stroking your cheek with his thumb tenderly.

"Our honey." Jin sighed, content, leaning over to peck you on the cheek. "That sounds so perfect."

You covered your face with a pillow shyly, not able to handle the caring gazes trained on you, making Namjoon laugh again. Jimin and Taehyung came out of the bathroom holding hands, a flush to their skin that suggested it wasn't just due to the shower water being too hot. "What're we laughing about?"

You had known that the boys were intimate with each other, that much was obvious, at first you never saw much of it, nothing more than obscene sounds bleeding through shared walls or blushes and heated looks being shared that made you feel like you should look away. Over time they had become more open with showing affection to each other in front of you, mostly chaste kisses and touches. Suddenly, you realized that you were about to be thrown into the middle of their love life, be able to see the intimacy for yourself. That they would be more open about affairs that were previously private. That they wanted you to see them and be with them now.

Wow.

"Yoongi's shy because Jungkook called him out on saying angel's name in his sleep."

Yoongi grabbed a pillow, hitting Hoseok with it repeatedly as the other man laughed, unrepentant. You found yourself giggling, too, watching the sudden energy Yoongi had. Namjoon caught your attention again, stroking your hair as you looked up at him curiously, the amusement still on his face, bone deep contentment showing through his smile. Looking at you, laying nestled in the pile of cuddliness that were the loves of his life, he couldn't be happier. You looked so perfectly in place. Yoongi, Jin, and him were still lazing about in bed, Hoseok having showered earlier, going to use the gym room Taehyung's parents had in the house, only stopping to tease Yoongi. The maknaes were going to go explore the beach and maybe the town nearby. He himself had gotten out of bed to do something productive, being pulled back into bed by Jin after he washed up, telling him that he shouldn't work himself to death on his honeymoon.

And you yawning while being all curled up in a ball-- your favorite sleeping position, he remembered, thinking of how he used to wrap himself around you when you would sleep in the same bed before-- was the perfect way to start his morning. And if everything went well, it would start this way for the rest of his life.

So the day started like that. Calm and serene, and it seemed it would stay that way. The warm sun and strong breeze made you want to curl up on the pool chairs and sleep, but you would be happy with staying in bed. After washing up, you laid right back down. Jin was having a movie marathon-- all movies he was in, of course-- Yoongi humoring him and joining, but you were sure that was mostly because it was an activity he could do laying down. Namjoon took to the academic journals Taehyung's parents had on shelves around the house. They had many in multiple subjects, anatomy and literature and physics. Jin called him a dork but he just shook his head and smiled, undeterred.

"Alright, you ready for my best film?" Jin said, throwing the blanket over you, settled in the middle between Yoongi and him.

Yoongi scoffed, hands hand busy with combing through your hair. "You say every movie is your best film."

"And I'm right every time." Jin replied back confidently, and you giggled. He winked at you, pressing play and you watched rapt with interest, the movie truly was excellent. It was a murder mystery with Jin playing the lead detective, captivating, cunning, charismatic. It was a perfect role for him.

"I'm going go grab some water." He whispered, slipping away at some point towards the end. You hummed, not paying much attention, eyes glued to the screen. It was only after the movie ended that you realized Jin never came back. You ventured out to look for him, Yoongi staying put and selecting the next movie.

You tiptoed down the stairs, looking around, the house was a maze, the only thing discerning one hallway from another was the artwork on display. Before you knew it, you were in the kitchen.

And so was Jin.

Sat up on the kitchen counter, Namjoon between his legs leaning in towards him with his hands under his shirt around his waist, was Jin, lips locked with Namjoon's in a tender looking kiss. It really was a domestic scene, Jin's hands wrapped over his shoulders.

You gasped involuntarily, covering your mouth. It was a just a kiss honestly, it wasn't like they had their clothes off, but you still tried not to pry into their personal business, and watching them kiss felt like a total invasion of privacy.

They broke apart at the sound, turning to you, and you moved your hand up, covering your eyes now. "I didn't see anything!" You squeaked.

Jin chuckled. "That's my bad, I took too long with the water." He looked back at Namjoon, neither especially bothered by the interruption. He pecked his forehead, pushing him back gently and hopping down. "Have fun with your books, genius." He said to Namjoonㅣㅣ, a sarcastic edge to the title. Namjoon just laughed as Jin picked up the cup of water he originally went came to get off the counter.

You were quiet all the way back to the bedroom, flustered into silence. Jin was holding back a smile, biting his lip. He wasn't laughing at you, really, it's just so cute when you got all blushy like that. Even now that you were theirs you were still shy.

The both of you entered the room again, Yoongi picking up on the awkward air around you. "What happened?" He asked, corner of his mouth already turned up in amusement. You stayed quiet, crawling back to your spot in the middle of the bed, Jin slipping in next to you.

"Sweetie pie saw me and Joonie kissing in the kitchen and got all embarrassed." Jin explained and you hid your face in your hands, hiding yourself.

"Nothing to be embarrassed over, kitten." Yoongi assured you, turning back to the screen, lifting the remote to play the next movie. "We used to accidentally walk in on each other all the time. No need to be embarrassed."

Jin took a closer look at your flustered state, a curl coming to his lip. "Unless, that's not why she's embarrassed." His hand cupped your jaw, turning you to face him. "Maybe our darling wanted to try for herself." Jin spoke, tone suddenly low and silky, leaning closer slowly, the gravitational pull of his soft lips making you lean in as well.

Your eyebrows shot upwards at the shift in atmosphere. "Is that... okay?" You asked, voice little more than a whisper as you felt like speaking too loud would disrupt the slow pace of Jin's path towards your mouth. You saw his plump lips curve into a smile, soft but also smug.

"We're all yours, remember baby?" He spoke, stopping to speak, his lips brushing yours. You could hardly remember to breathe, to blink, waiting with bated breath for him to close the distance. He seemed to like taking his time though, reveling in your eager expression. He spoke again, and you knew now he was definitely teasing you with the way his lips were just touching yours, but not nearly enough to call it a kiss. "And you're all ours, too."

With that, he closed the distance, pressing to your lips firmly in an all consuming kiss. His hand moved to the nape of your neck, holding you as he tilted your head for a deeper kiss. His nails scraped your scalp slightly finding purchase in your hair, you letting out a small moan at the sensation, muted by his lips. Taking the opening, he kissed deeper, licking into your mouth, twining his tongue against yours languidly. He kissed like he was trying to savor the taste of you, like you were the most delicious meal, eager to have you and not letting you get away for a second, the firm grip he hand in your hand keeping you in place as he indulged in you.

♡

Gently, as you kissed, he eased you onto your back, laying you back down onto the bed and moving over you. He pulled back, finally letting you come up for air as you breathed heavily, watching his chest heave over you. Your eyes hazy, skin flushed from the heat of his kiss. It was fervent but not overexcited, the older man's experience showing in his ease of turning you into a kissed-out puddle, pliant under him as he situated himself above you, kissing at the corner of your lips and jaw as you caught your breath. Jin sucked at a spot on your neck, making you let out the most delectable sound, sucking in earnest to hear it again.

A deep chuckle rolled out from next to you, rumbling through the pillow Jin laid your head on. You almost forgot Yoongi was here, almost lazily observing the display in front of him, you slowly losing your composure as Jin laved licks onto your warm skin. You made eye contact with him, Yoongi comparatively much more composed than you, but you could see the way his pupils were blown out, eyes watching you like he wanted to pounce while his body stayed in its relaxed position.

"So sensitive, aren't you, kitten?" He drawled, still casually looking you over. He reached out a hand, dragging his thumb over your lips. You licked at it absentmindedly and he inhaled sharply, pressing his thumb further into your mouth. "Nice and warm" He hummed, you lightly sucking on his thumb.

"I wonder if she's just as warm somewhere else." Jin purred, slowly pulling down the band of your pajamas. "Is this alright, cupcake?"

You nodded, shaking with desire but Yoongi just gripped your jaw tighter, pulling your attention back to him. "Use your words. Say what you want." His eyes burned into yours, amusement gone.

"I want you." You said, timidly and a bit flustered by having to say the words out loud.

"Want us to what?" He asked, implying that he wanted more detail from you. He wasn't going to let you easy, and a part of him burned to hear you say how much you want them out loud.

"Touch me?" You said, blinking up at him hopefully.

"Where?" Yoongi tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, playing dumb.

You huffed, frustrated with their teasing, and they both laughed. "Alright baby, I won't tease." Jin said, pulling down your pajama bottoms.

"You need new pajamas." Yoongi stated, eyes entranced with the slow way Jin was pulling them off, watching more and more of your smooth skin get revealed.

"Why?" You asked.

"These look too good on you. Every time I see you in them I wanna rip them off." He finished, pushing your shirt up and trailing his fingers down your exposed stomach, giving your pouch an affectionate rub.

The statement both made you smile and ignited a heat in your belly, how long had they wanted you like this? But you were quickly distracted by Jin's fingers on you, rubbing oh so lightly against the pad of your clit. Your breathing stuttered, which didn't escape Jin's notice. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," you breathed, legs struggling to stay still, wanting to chase the new sensation. Jin teased you for a while through your panties, rubbing around your clit, then trailing elsewhere, repeating over and over as you whined for more. While he was working you up, you noticed that his eyes weren't studying you.

They were watching Yoongi, who seemed totally enraptured by every little twitch of your body, watching you try to buck forward against Jin's hand on your hip keeping you held down with a hungry look in his eye.

"Yoongi," Jin spoke, snapping the other man out of his trance. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Yoongi licked his lip, then bit into it, sliding to where Jin was and positioning himself between your legs as Jin moved aside. Squeezing your thighs in both of his hands, he leaned forward slowly, giving a soft lick to your clothed clit. Your answering buck and attempt to close your legs made him bite down a growl, quickly moving his hands to take your panties off, your arousal stretching in slick strands as he pulled the fabric away from your heat.

"This wet from a little kissing, baby girl?" Yoongi said, voice an octave lower as he took in your wetness, running two fingers through it and spreading his fingers to watch it stretch.

"Now, now, Yoongi," Jin began, mock scolding as he moved back up to pepper your lips with teasing kisses. "You know not to play with your food."

Yoongi smirked, leaning in towards your clit, breath ghosting over it and making you twitch. "How can I not," he asked, watching the way your thighs trembled in anticipation. "When it's so fun to watch her squirm?"

"Yoongi please?" You pleaded gently, breath coming in quick puffs, quicker and quicker the closer his mouth got to you. He chuckled, the air puffing against you making you bite your lip.

"Aw, she's begging now." He smiled sardonically. "How badly do you want it, kitten?"

"So bad." You whispered, hand reaching out to grip his hair, lightly pushing it down.

"Lemme not keep you waiting then." He pressed a light kiss to your clit making you gasp, then dove back in and sucked hard, your gasp turning to a moan and you dropped your head back against the pillow, gripping the fabric as he lapped at your essence. Jin was trailing his hands over you, one moving under your shirt to rub lightly, teasingly, at a nipple, rolling the bud around as he sucked a trail up your neck and then planted his lips on yours again. He swallowed down your moans and whimpers as Yoongi continued licking and sucking, alternating in a madness inducing rhythm. He would focus on your clit, then move to your gushing hole, licking up whatever sweetness leaked out and then back up, your hips bucking against him uncontrollably. You lifted your legs onto his shoulder for better leverage, near suffocating him with the way you rode his face for release. If Yoongi wasn't so intent on savoring every delicious part of you, he might've teased you about how desperately you rubbed against him, the obscene sounds you made as you chased release, high-pitched whines and drawn out moans, Yoongi pulling sound after sound out of you. You turned your head, burying it into the pillow to muffle the noises coming out of you, only to get a slap on your thigh from Yoongi.

"Don't you dare try to be quiet right now," he growled, taking two fingers and circling your hole, easing you open, an easy job considering his tongue did of the work already. "You're gonna take what I give you, and let everyone in the house know how good I'm making you feel, you understand me?"

"Y-yes." You replied, voice cracked and raspy.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir?"

"Good girl." He praised with a gentle rewarding stroke to your thigh, fingers still working inside you. His eyes focused squarely on your face, holding eye contact as his fingers curled up to hit your g-spot. Your legs squeezed tighter around him, but he looked unphased, even downright pleased about the way you kept losing control. With your hair strewn about, your chest heaving from the pleasure, and the hickeys Jin was steadily placing all over your neck and collarbone, you looked like a dream come true.

But one thing would make it better.

He got back to work, leaning down to suck at your clit again, still shifting his fingers inside of you, working you up towards your peak and you were fast approaching.

Jin had pulled himself out of his boxers already, stroking himself with one hand while laving you with attention with the other. He was already unraveling at the sight of you getting blissed out from the feel of Yoongi's tongue, eyes closed and head thrown back against the pillow. And the sounds you were making sounded like heaven, your sweet voice like singing. He looked down seeing Yoongi fully immersed in pleasing you, eyes closed as he worshipped you.

But Jin just about lost it when your hand reached out, clumsily wrapping around his shaft and tugging, twisting your hand and circling your thumb around the tip every so often. Even when lost in pleasure you were still thinking about him, and Jin couldn't help but sloppily buck up into your hand, wrapping his hand around yours and fucking up into it as his own high approached, moaning out as he showered you in his release. The milky liquid splattered onto your torso, decorating the peaks of your chest. Your eyes fluttered as you watched it roll over your skin, and combined with the fervor of Yoongi's tongue, you unraveled, back arching, gushing out onto Yoongi's chin and fingers, your thighs clamping around his head as you held his face to your pussy with the grip in his hair.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breath, you came back down to reality, realizing you basically almost drowned Yoongi and gasped, sitting up, removing your legs from around him. "I'm so sorry!"

Yoongi was almost as dazed as you were as he straightened up himself, licking your juice off his fingers with a pleased expression. "Never apologize for that."

Jin chuckled, tired just from watching you two go at it, and leaned over to kiss Yoongi, licking into his mouth and tasting the juices you left on his face. You blushed, weirdly too embarrassed to watch despite what you had just experienced with them. As you looked back, willing yourself to not be so shy, you realized Yoongi was still painfully hard, bulge straining against his sweatpants.

"Yoongi," you started, reaching a hand out. "Can I... help with that?" You asked, hand hesitantly hovering over the bulge. He probably just wanted Jin's help with it, but you still wanted to offer.

He grasped your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. "You don't have to, Y/n."

"I want to... If you want me to..?" You said, uncertain. You didn't want to push, but if you could help him feel even half as amazing as you did, you'd be happy.

"You should let her help, Yoon." Jin said, positioning you once more. He laid you down against the pillows, pulling your legs apart again. Your cunt, still glistening, greeted them as your thighs spread again. "Look at how ready she is for you."

"You sure about this, kitten?" Yoongi questioned you, but he wasn't looking at you, he was looking at the slick mess between your legs and the way your juices had smeared on your thighs.

"Yes, sir." You replied, voice hush from the way he was staring you down. You felt like prey under him, and maybe you were, his hand settling on your hip to keep your from moving as he glided his fingers over your wetness again. You shook a little, still sensitive from the last orgasm as Yoongi pushed his fingers into you, stretching you out.

Jin pulled his sweatpants down, Yoongi's shaft springing up as it was freed, pale and flush at the tip. It was long, you couldn't help but notice, and Yoongi lined himself up with your opening, stroking your juices over himself to make the first push smoother, you wondered for a moment if all of it would even fit.

He took your hands, crossing them over at the wrists and holding them down above your head with one hand, the other he used to brace himself over you, leaning down so he could kiss at your neck, adding some hickeys of his own. As he distracted you with the sensations at your neck, he pushed in slowly, so slow you almost didn't notice at first.

But as the width of his cock stretched you open, you were all too aware, gasping at the foreign feeling. It had been too long since you been touched like this, held like this, kissed like this.

"Fuck, kitten," Yoongi groaned, lips pressed behind your ear. "Your pussy's practically sucking me in." He said, fighting to control the pace of his thrust when all he could feel was your walls tightening around him.

Sheathed in you to the hilt, your hips pressed onto each other's as you let out a soft moan at the feeling of fullness. Slowly, he pumped in and out, keeping a steady rhythm while watching your facial expression.

"Yoongi," you mewled, hands squirming under his hold.

"What is it, kitten?"

"I want more." You moaned, wrapping your legs over his, pulling him closer to you.

"More?" He asked, speeding up his pace and tilting your hips up into his for a better angle with the hand he had on your hip until you were whining for a different reason. "How's this, baby?"

You couldn't answer, him hitting the perfect spot, hammering up into you at a speed that made you see stars. He watched your face, watching you inch closer and closer to a second release, the same gorgeous sounds pouring out of you. He could feel himself tipping over the edge, fighting it back until he brought you to the edge a second time.

He could tell by the way you clung to him tighter and your moans grew louder that that was quickly approaching, your legs tightening around him until he could hardly pull back, instead pistoning into that sweet spot until your jaw slackened, letting out a long sweet moan that sounded better than any song he'd ever made and if he could put it on a track he was sure it'd be a best seller.

The sounds you were making coupled with the fluttering of your warm, wet pussy gushing around him brought him to his end, burying his face in your neck as he came into you with a hiss, your slick warmth milking him for every drop. Your body was complete heaven, every part, and he almost found himself tearing up from how happy he was that he could hold you like this. That you were theirs and you wanted them and they could show you how much they loved you. He panted into your neck as he was coming down from his high and you were still grappled onto him, no signs of letting go.

♡

You turned your head, still holding his head to your chest. "Where's Jin?" You rasped, voice hoarse from overuse. Yoongi looked up, noting the empty expanse of bed where Jin used to be.

Yoongi snorted, laying his head back down. "Guess he got bored." He shrugged, basking in the silence as you trailed your fingers over his back and in his hair.

Eventually, footsteps came down the hall, Jin entering with a fresh bowl of popcorn, having put on boxers and pajama pants at some point while you and Yoongi were occupied. "Oh, you guys are finished," He remarked, faux-pouting as he entered the room. "I got something to snack on while I watched." He joked.

Yoongi scoffed, Jin really found time to joke at any possible moment. "Come help clean up our girl, you perv." He chastised, leaning away from you, though you put up a fight, trying to tighten your arms around him. He calmed you with a peck on your forehead, smoothing your messy hair back.

Jin chuckled, placing the bowl down on a nightstand, setting about the hard task of detangling you from Yoongi. You felt sweaty and weirdly sticky and as Yoongi pulled back you realized why, his cum dripping out of you and pooling onto the bed.

A long moment went by as you could feel it roll down but when you tried to close your legs again, suddenly shy, Yoongi shot a hand out, keeping you open for him.

"I'll go get a towel to clean you up," Jin said, leaving Yoongi to his trance with his gaze fixated between your legs. "We won't need to be buying you Plan B, will we?"

"No, it's okay," you answered, "I'm on birth control. I started taking it again after those awful cramps from my period." Yoongi slowly nodded, still not completely thinking straight, especially after learning they could have sex with you raw.

"Is something wrong, Yoongi?" You asked tentatively after a while, wondering what the man was so focused on. His gaze shifted to you, seeing the slight worry, and his face broke into a smile, trying to both reassure you and show you how happy he was.

"I love you, kitten." He whispered after he leaned in close, laying a soft kiss on your lips. "You're just so beautiful. I can't believe that this is happening."

"How do you think I feel?" You smiled back, giving him another kiss in turn, and he pulled you back for another. And another...

"Take it easy on our girl, Yoongi," Jin scolded, pulling him back so he could clean you properly. He came forward with a warm wet towel, gently wiping in between your legs, being careful not to irritate your sensitive parts. You thanked him, smiling, then said, "Is there anything more I can do for you? I'm sorry we kinda forgot about you for a moment there."

"Why do you ask? Is our little darling not satisfied?" He teased, satisfied with the little blush that formed in your face on your face and relented, his teasing smirk turning to a soft smile. "I'm good, sweetheart, and I'm sure you're tired. You've been so good for us. Let's lay down for the next movie and get some rest." He urged, smoothing your hair back from your sweaty face. You were sure you looked like a mess but he stared at you like you were the stars in the sky.

You nodded, snuggling back into the bed, Jin sliding up behind you and wiggling a shirt onto you that you were sure was his or Yoongi's. Cuddled up in their arms as they ran their hands over your skin comfortingly, the sound of Jin's voice on TV lulled you to sleep, drifting off with your two boyfriends as your pillows.

"You have to see this! Come on, it's so much prettier at night!" Jungkook pleaded, pulling at your arm to lead you outside.

All day, Jungkook had been telling you about the cool places he explored with Jimin and Taehyung, the things they did around town and he was bent on making sure you had the same experience. Right now he was dragging you towards the wildlife near the beach, some trees and tall grass, an occasional beautiful flower field dotting the grass, but that didn't seem to be what he wanted to show you, from how excited he was.

He pulled aside a couple of low hanging leaves, revealing a trail that led down the beach and into a small cave. Hoseok stood in front of the entrance already, near a couple of abandoned looking beach lounges. He turned, seeing you approach and waved eagerly.

"Hey! You ready to see what's in the cave?" He asked, eyes glittering in the last light of the sunset. You turned to Jungkook, eyebrows shot up in shock.

"A cave?" You asked, turning to Jungkook apprehensively.

He held his hands out as if to calm you. "I know how it sounded, but it's a cool cave! Not scary at all, nice and spacious inside and we're not going in that deep."

"But why so late? It's practically night."

"Because, what we're about to see looks better at night." He explained cryptically, ushering you forward. He covered your eyes as he led you in, saying he wanted it to be a surprise.

Soon, you stopped, his hand still covering your eyes. You heard him whispering to Hoseok and a cool draft of wind blew over you. "Can I open my eyes yet?" You said, shivering slightly. You wanted to see what they had to show you, but you were eager to get out of whatever creepy cave Jungkook had dragged you into.

"Not yet... Just wait a little bit more..." Jungkook said, then after a few moments, he continued. "Okay, open them... now!"

His hands pulled back from your face and you opened your eyes. At first you couldn't see much, eyes adjusting to the dark of the cave and the light from outside not quite illuminating far. Then, the setting sun hit the perfect angle, light straight forward into the cave. At first, you saw some twinkling, then suddenly the whole cave was alight, crystals growing from the walls and floor glimmering in the sun's light.

"Wow," you breathed, stepping forward to look closer at a crystal on the wall. The sunlight shining through it cast little rainbows all around it, beams of red and green and blue shining all over the cave's previously dark walls. You turned back to Jungkook, awe and wonder dancing around your eyes. "This is so beautiful. How did you find this?"

"We were walking along the beach yesterday." Jungkook said, stepping up next to you. "We came back and told the other guys about it and Hobi wanted to come see. I figured you should see it, too."

"Thank you for bringing me here. It's gorgeous." You replied sincerely. This vacation really was incredible, this whole place was beautiful, and you couldn't wait to spend time exploring yourself. If everything here was as pretty as this cave, you would need to carry a camera with you from now on. For now, you used your phone, snapping a few photos of the scenery.

"This isn't even the best part." Jungkook said, a sneaky smile on his face.

"Are there more crystals or something?" You asked, trying to worm it out of him.

He shook his head. "Not crystals." He half-answered, laughing at the pout you gave him. "You'll see! Just wait."

"I don't like waiting." You frowned, and Hoseok chuckled on the other side of the cave, looking at crystals himself.

You continued looking around, you just could not get enough of the view. Looking out the opening of the cave, there was a perfect view of the sun gleaming on the water, and inside, the shards of crystal of the ground made it look like you were walking on diamonds. But as the sun began to leave the sky, another glow started to appear in the cave, replacing the fading light of the sun. You gasped, seeing a patch of moss growing in a corner starting to glow, looking ethereal and unreal. You bent down to look at it, realizing that the entire cave was glowing with bioluminescent moss. When you straightened back up, excitedly turning around to point out the gorgeous sight, you caught Hoseok's eyes already on you, a glimmer of darkness in them that wasn't just from the dimness of the cave.

Since yesterday with Yoongi and Jin, you had been getting more trailing looks from the boys, assuming details of your *ahem* activities had been shared. Our maybe it didn't even need to be said, the satisfied looks and your various states of undress in the bed that day might have been telling enough. And then there's the fact that Namjoon and Hoseok were definitely able to hear you as they were still in the house. You weren't disillusioned enough to say you were quiet, and while you would usually feel embarrassed at someone knowing what you had been up to, you feel weirdly relaxed about it. The level of trust you had built up with the boys making you sure that they wouldn't judge you over it.

Jungkook bounced over, breaking your eye contact with Hoseok, who, now that you thought about it, had been strangely quiet since you got here. "This is what I was talking about! Awesome, right?"

"Yeah, it's so cool, I'm glad I got to see this." You smiled at him and he beamed, leaning in to peck you on the lips.

"I wanna share everything cool with you, bunny." He said, moving to hold you around the waist. "Everything that makes you smile and laugh. I love seeing you happy."

"You already do such a great job at that." You smiled, looking right into his eyes, the adoration in them pulling you in.

The cool wind blew again and you shivered, full body shaking in Jungkook's arms. "Oh, are you cold? Come on, it should be warmer outside the cave."

Jungkook led you and you stopped turning to Hoseok. "Hobi, are you coming?" You asked, still puzzled by his weird behavior. This whole time he was mostly quiet, and straggling off from you and Jungkook. He looked up from the ground at your voice, nodding and following you out of the cave.

Jungkook sat down on the beach lounges set up on the sand outside the cave, sighing in contentment and looking up at the stars. You moved to sit next to him, Hoseok lounging on the other. The grass was peppered with little wildflowers becoming more and more sparse the closer it got to the sand that lined the water.

"This vacation has been so much fun already," Jungkook sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back into his chest. "We cleared off a whole month for you, bunny."

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Wow, really? That's so much of your schedule. You're going to have so much work to catch up on."

"It's worth it for you." Jungkook replied.

You smiled sweetly up at him for a moment, then your eyes drifted to Hoseok in the corner of your eye, sitting on the other lounge. You stared at him for a while, wondering why his behavior was strange,

"See something you like, angel?"

"I'm just wondering if you're okay... You've been so quiet today."

"You wanna know why I've been quiet?" Hoseok chuckled, a low rumble that had an sharp edge to it that made you feel as if you had stepped on a landmine, or flipped a switch of some sort. "You know, I was in the house yesterday, angel. Just a floor below you."

Oh. You know where this was going.

You covered your face with your hands to hide your embarrassment. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, you must've heard everything. Did I... bother you?"

"Bother me?" He asked, incredulous you would even say that. "The only that bothers me is the fact that I could hear you making all those beautiful sounds and couldn't do anything about it." He stood, moving to sit next to you, the three of you sitting next to each other, the sudden warmth of them so close making you heat up.

♡

"That's what you've been thinking about?" You raised your eyebrows in surprise, the fact that you were the cause of his weird behavior was shocking, and all because he wanted you? That sent a pang of desire to your core, trying to subtly cross your legs.

But Hoseok caught on, grabbing your thigh and pulling your legs away from each other as he spoke. "Yes. And ever since then all I've been thinking about is making you sing like that for me."

Your breathing hitched and Jungkook noticed on your other side, leaning with a playful smile. "Ooh, I think she likes that idea." He settled his hand on your other thigh, high up on your leg. "Right bunny?" You looked away from the two of them, unable to handle their intense stares, nodding slightly.

"Now, now, I know you how to use your voice." Hoseok tsked, turning your head towards him. "You don't have to be shy with us. Here, I'll tell you what I want. I want to play with your pussy. You want that, too?"

You were breathless at his bluntness but gathered your voice to reply, "Yes, I want it."

"Good," he said simply. Then you were flipped over, moved to lay on your stomach bracing your arms on either side of Jungkook's lap. He began slowly pulling your pants down, trailing his fingers over you in wisps and teasing movements that made you shiver.

Trying to distract yourself from the nervousness while Hoseok unwrapped you like a present you looked up at Jungkook leaning back in front of you, seemingly enjoying the view. He reached forward to pull some hair back from your face and you reached a hand up to meet it, holding it as he cupped your jaw. You looked down at his crotch squarely in front of you and gathered your courage. "Do you... want help?" You asked, gingerly reaching forward and placing a hand on the bulge. His eyes widened and you could feel his cock twitch under your hand.

"Only if you want."

"I want to, oppa."

That really made him harden under your touch, him biting his lip with an eager look in his eyes. He pulled his hand back, pulling down the waistband of his pants to let you touch him. His length sprung up, veiny and long, making you hesitate slightly. It was big, and after the dry spell you went through with your ex and the time you spent in their house after, you weren't confident you could deliver.

"You don't have to, babe," Jungkook said, voice hush as he tilted your head up so you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

You shook your head, determined. "I want to. Just... be patient with me?"

"Of course, bunny."

You licked your lips, leaning towards the head and giving the flushed tip a light kiss. Then, you licked around it, wetting and teasing, making Jungkook hiss and settle his hand gently around the nape of your neck. Licking from the base to the tip in long, wet streaks, sucking and kissing all the way up, you felt Hoseok's hands on your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks.

"So pretty, doll," Hoseok said, mostly to himself, but you heard it. His finger teased over your wetness, dipping in slightly, making you moan a little. You busied yourself with Jungkook's tip, trying not to lose yourself just from Hoseok's teasing. You bobbed your head a few times, trying to relax your jaw as you lowered yourself down, but Jungkook was big and you could only get about halfway. Still, you focused your mouth on the tip, using your hands to work at the rest, tugging and gently squeezing at his shaft. He groaned as you bobbed your head, his hand on your neck moving into your hair, holding it.

Hoseok plunged two fingers into you, making you moan onto Jungkook's cock, the vibrations from your mouth making him moan, his fingers in your hair pushing you down slightly. "She's soaking," Hoseok breathed, something like awe in his voice as he moved his fingers in slowly at first, taking his time familiarizing himself with the contours of your heat. He hiked your hips up, pulling your knees under you for a better view. This new position allowed him deeper access, making you moan as he massaged your g-spot slowly, and allowed you to take in more of Jungkook's length.

As you continued bobbing your head and sucking, lightly, then harder, in an alternating pattern, Jungkook's moans got louder, the way he would twitch periodically telling you that he was getting close. You tried again to take more of him into your mouth, getting closer and closer to his base--

"Wait, bunny," he gasped, pulling you up off of him. Your saliva coated your mouth and chin, your lips plump and slick. You were panting yourself, you hadn't realized how much you were losing yourself in pleasuring him, your jaw sore and you were sure Hoseok could feel the way your pussy fluttered at Jungkook's pretty moans. You looked up at him, head fuzzy with the need to have Jungkook's dick in your mouth. You wanted to make him cum, needed to.

"Can I record you?" Jungkook asked, hand trailing toward his pocket where his phone was. "It'll be just for me, I just need to capture how pretty you look on camera right now. Please, babe?" He pleaded, and you couldn't find a reason to say no. You bit your lip, considering it as you looked at the almost desperate need on Jungkook's face, the way his irises were darkened from the sight of you and your touches, then nodded, deciding to trust him, wrapping a hand around his base and directing the shaft into your mouth again.

"Looks like our angel is eager to have you in her mouth." Hoseok said, sending a slap down on one of your asscheeks. "Aren't you, baby?" The sting made you moan, a new sensation for you. The lack of exploration you had gone through with your ex-boyfriend was a far cry from this, you hardly ever sucked him off, never mind doing it while someone else fucked you. And yet, it felt comfortable and easy, you knew the people in front of you loved you.

Your eyes closed as you moved your head up and down Jungkook's shaft. You were sure he had the camera pointed at you already but you didn't care. You trusted him. And you knew that he was far too possessive to let anyone but him and the boys see it. He groaned at the warm sickness on his dick using his other hand underneath you to grope at your chest.

It was dark as the stars shined above you in the sky, and you could hardly see even if your eyes were open, the feeling of Jungkook's hand running all over whatever part of you he could reach coupled with Hoseok's steadily increasing pressure on your g-spot were your only sensations, leaving you on edge and starting to shake from the sensory stimulation.

Just as you were starting to get used to the feeling of their hands on you, Hoseok ramped up the speed again, switching up his tempo by suddenly hammering into you with his finger angled right into your sweet spot.

You choked, hips involuntarily bucking from his fingers hitting right there, having to pull off of Jungkook as moans were spilling out of your mouth. Squeezing your eyes shut, you reached back to Hoseok to hold the hand that wasn't pounding into you. He laughed at the slack jawed expression you had, teasing you with a condescending smile, "What's wrong, baby?" He asked, patronizing, comforting you with one hand and torturing you with another.

"Too much," you whined, barely getting the words out with the way you were slowly forgetting how to speak.

"You want me to stop?"

You shook your head no rapidly despite your begging, making him laugh again. "Then, come on, angel, you can handle it." He let go of your hand, using his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

Your hips bucked into his hand, feeling the desire in your core tighten into a knot, the tension building in your lower stomach until it exploded, popping like a balloon. You called his name as you gushed into his hand, the man not letting up until you pushed your hips away from him as the sensation became too much. You collapsed into Jungkook's lap, laying your head on his thigh as the man pet your hair softly, pulling it back and holding it in one hand.

"You finished already, bunny?" He asked, teasing with no heat behind it. The sight of you fucked-out in his lap, lips swollen from being around his length was never anything he thought he'd get to have. He'd be happy to have you like this forever, laid out all soft and satisfied for them. You shook your head, obviously tired, but determined, leading his tip back to your lips. As you recuperated, catching your breath, you idly licked at his shaft, mouth moving down to the base and gently sucking one of his balls into your mouth, his light moans encouraging you to go on.

As you sucked his tip into your mouth again, you felt Hoseok touching your sensitive core again, making your hips jump a little bit as his fingers gathered up the slickness from your heat to rub around the outer ring of your ass.

"Can I try something, baby?" He asked, using your own juices to lube up your hole.

You bit your lip, unsure. You had never tried anything in that hole before. You turned your head, making eye contact with him, seeing the care and desire he had for you in his eyes. The second you locked eyes, you knew that you only ever wanted to experience things like this with them. You've never had so much innate trust for a group of people before. "Okay," you agreed, steeling yourself, and he leaned forward to pepper kisses to your shoulder.

"Thank you, baby." He said, almost reverently, breath fanning out onto your shoulder as he pulled back.

"Our baby girl is so sweet." Jungkook sighed, savoring the sweet image of you laying in his lap as you lapped at his dick. You smiled, a shy grin, as their attention on you while you were intimate with them made you feel a bit nervous. You went back to losing yourself in sucking off Jungkook as Hoseok worked you open bit by bit. But you could hardy pay attention to that, focusing on the rising pitch of Jungkook's moans. You were sure he was on his way to cumming, and worked earnestly to make sure of that, loosening your jaw as much as possible to surround him in the warmth of your mouth, bobbing your head then pulling back to suck hard on his tip as his cock began to twitch.

All the while, Hoseok rubbed gently at your clit, making you wet enough to lube up his cock as he prepared your hole, finally slipping into you slowly, but as Jungkook's hand settled on your neck again, you barely paid attention, fixated on the way he was pulling you up and down on his length, hard about flexing and tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

You made sure to focus on his tip, noticing the way his moans would get more desperate and his grip on your hair tightened, and the way he started to buck into your mouth while holding you down was telling of how little control he was holding onto.

As soon as he realized, though, he let go, letting you come up for air. "Shit, sorry babe," he panted, letting you go as he felt you gag around him. You panted, dazed and breathless from the feeling of being held down on him. It was suffocating, but you liked it, being overwhelming filled with him. Hoseok, fully seated in you, groaned, the feeling of your rim fluttered around him in tandem with your arousal.

"Oh, she really liked that, she got so tight around me just now." Hoseok said, hands gripping on your hips as he started to ease you up and down, watching as he pulled out to the tip and pushed in to the hilt, you getting used to the stretch as his length pushed into you. He was long and slender like Yoongi, but as you weren't used to anything in that hole, he felt almost unbearably large. Almost. As the desire in you started to build back up from their moans, your untouched heat wept for more stimulation, pulsing with the growing tension in your core.

Hoseok sped up, rutting into you, the force from his thrusts pushing you deeper onto Jungkook's length, and his hand moved to finger your core at the same tempo as his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping together as Hoseok began to chase his own pleasure caused more moans that were muffled by your mouthful, and you struggled to hold it together with all three holes stuffed being stuffed and used. Jungkook moaned, high and loud as he started to race towards his peak, his cock twitching as his seed started to pump out. He let go of his grip on your head to give you time to pull off, but his release only landed all over your face instead.

Not that he was really complaining. The droplets rolled down your face in a way that almost made him hard again, despite the fact that you just gave him one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had. It made him glad he started recording, making sure to get a clear shot of your face. He gently wiped it off from your face, hushed praises falling from his lips that he wasn't sure you were really hearing, the volume of your moans increasing as Hoseok moved from fingering you to rubbing your clit, and you came hard around him, clenching down on him as his thrusts got sloppier, and he reached his own edge, pulling back and finishing all over your back, his release pooling in the dip of your back where he had you arched for deeper access.

♡

You laid there, panting and trying to come back down to reality. Hoseok chuckled, wiping you off with his shirt and pulling Jungkook's shirt onto you so you wouldn't get cold, pressing kisses to your skin as he held you close. "You feeling alright, angel?" You nodded, babbling an inaudible response while your eyes slipped closed, body limp and numb from all the sensation. "I guess we tired her out." He said to Jungkook who honestly looked more refreshed somehow, glowing with the happiness of someone deep in love as he stared down at you.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your cheek as he picked you up, you immediately clinging to him as he carried you back towards the house. "Come on, koala," he teased, arms wrapping around you securely as Hoseok pulled your messy hair back from your face. "Let's get you warmed up inside."

While your honeymoon was becoming more and more eventful, something still didn't feel right. As you walked through the house one day, looking at all the nice trinkets and things Taehyung's parents had around their beach house, you couldn't put your finger on why.

You reached your hand out to hold a ballerina figurine. It was pure crystal and beautifully sculpted. Taehyung told you that he bought this house for his parents, that ever since he became famous he's been using his money to give his parents an easier life since they weren't born into money like most of the other boys. It was an incredibly sweet sentiment and you find smiling as you go around and look at all the things they were able to do afterwards, their personality shining through the decor of the house. You could definitely see where Taehyung gets his creativity from.

As you walked, you passed a door, hearing sounds from inside but almost writing it off and walking past, until you caught a glimpse through the door cracked slightly open. The noises you heard was the scratching of a pen, Namjoon sitting at a desk with a laptop and a paperwork set in front of him.

And, seeing this, you realized what was wrong. You had hardly seen Namjoon this whole time. He must've been sneaking away to work this whole time, the way he was elbow deep in it made it look as if he had been doing it for a while. He must've snuck this paperwork past Jin.

You pushed the door open, walking in. You were still in Jungkook's shirt from last night, hair mussed from sleep and the intense "cuddling" Jimin and Taehyung were doing this morning. You slipped away, but you were sure a couple of the guys were spending the morning in bed.

"Hey, Joon," you yawned, walking closer to his side to peer at the screen, open with multiple tabs and excel spreadsheets. "Have you been working all this time?" He looked up as you approached, surprised that you were there.

"Yeah, sorry, I just have some more paperwork to file for my father's company." He said, scratching his neck bashfully. "Since it got handed down to me, I'm putting precautions in place now to make sure my grandfather has no ties to the company anymore and can't take anything away from my father. Which means more paperwork for transferring contacts and allocating more responsibility to Yoongi for our company so I can still help with both and--" He stopped his ramble, sighing. "Sorry, I can't dump all this on you."

"No, it's fine. You're stressed obviously." You lifted your hands to his hair and his shoulders, alternating between massaging both of them the way he liked to help him relax. "Can I help?"

He shook his head, waving toward the door as he started to work again, shuffling through papers in front of him. "No, go have fun, it's fine." He said, telling you to leave despite the fact that he was visibly more relaxed with your touch.

"I have fun with you too, Joon." You tilted his head as you spoke, cupping his jaw and making sure he could see your sincerity, but he averted his eyes, unable to hold eye contact with you for long.

"I doubt I'm any fun like this." He denied, but still was starting to lean into your hand.

"Well, I beg to differ." You finally decided, sitting yourself in his lap and making yourself comfortable. He laughed as you wrapped yourself around him stubbornly, holding you just as tightly even though he was the one trying to send you away in the first place.

For a moment, you both just held each other, content to sit with each other in the silence. You could feel his tension seep out in seconds, and chuckled. "Good to know I still have that effect on you." You teased.

"What?" He asked, fiddling with the end of your shirt.

"You're like jelly now, but you were all tense and stressed when I walked in."

He smiled, slow and sweet, as he looked directly into your eyes, and said, "It's hard to be stressed with one of the loves of my life in my arms."

You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend like the statement wasn't the cutest-- albeit cheesiest-- thing you had ever heard. "Don't say things like that."

"Oh sorry, I forgot," he chuckled, tilting his head back against the chair. "You turn into a puddle when people compliment you."

"Do not." You denied, turning your nose up in the air.

"You're beautiful."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, hearing him laugh again and shaking you as he body quaked with laughter "See?"

"Whatever." You protested, head still on his shoulder as you spoke. "You can't handle getting gifts, so I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm great with gifts." He corrected. "Including you, I have seven of them."

You scrunched up your nose in pretend disgust. "I forgot how cheesy you are."

"But you love it."

"Because I love you."

"Sorry I don't think I heard that, could you repeat?"

"I'm not saying it again."

"You won't even say you love me twice? I would say it a thousand times," As if to prove his point, he sat up straighter, pulling you up so you were looking at him again. "I love you, I love you, I love you," You giggled, and covered his mouth with your hand, but he kept going, voice muffled behind your palm. "I wub boo, I wuv vu--"

"Okay, okay, I know!" You laughed, then leaned towards him as your giggles subsided, touching your nose to his. "I love you." You said again, loud and clear so he couldn't pretend not to hear this time.

"I love you too." Namjoon said, serious again as he said it. He truly meant it with every ounce of his being. "I'm so happy I could say that again. I'm so sorry--"

You cut him off, "You keep apologizing--"

"Because I can't believe I used to be such an ass. I had the most incredible girl in the world telling me I was amazing and it went to my head." He apologized sincerely, his brows creasing with regret and guilt.

"You were kind of an ass." You replied, but before he could wallow for too long, you continued. "But now, you changed. And that's more important." You said, wrapping your arms around him and you two sat in silence again, enjoying holding each other.

"I wrote vows you know." He spoke up eventually, a long moment after.

"What?"

"For the wedding. I decided against saying them, I didn't know if you'd... I mean I hoped you'd feel the same way but that isn't the kinda thing you figure out at the alter."

You shook your head in disbelief, pulling back so you could look him in the eyes, though that was hard with how flustered he'd gotten admitting that. This man wrote vows for your fake wedding. Despite yourself, you found yourself smiling. "You're such a sap."

"I know." He shrugged, rearranging you so you sat to the side on just one of his thighs. "I should get back to work." He sighed, pulling his laptop closer and looking back at his paperwork.

You crossed your arms, fake-pouting. "We're having a conversation and you want to work?"

He scoffed playfully at you teasing him. "I can talk and type at the same time."

For a moment you pouted, then lived a hand, running it along his arms as his hands were settled on his keyboard. "I guess I need a way to keep you busy then."

♡

"And how do you plan on doing that?" He asked, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers.

"Like this." And with that, you graced the back of his neck and kissed him, putting all the emotion you could conjure up into the kiss and your lips pressed together.

You pulled back slightly, foreheads resting together as he spoke, lips brushing yours. "The other guys aren't keeping you satisfied enough? You play with them all day and still need more?" He teased, hand slipping under your shirt brushing your stomach and making your muscles tense on anticipation.

"I'll always need you, Joon." You breathed, going back for another kiss, sweeter and slower, but no less passionate, his hands running over the soft skin of your back and stomach, hands creeping close and closer to your breaststroke. As his hand brushed a nipple, you pulled away with a gasp, his lips still chasing yours.

"Joonie, please," you giggled, pushing him back so you could breathe for a minute.

"Sorry." He panted, not looking sorry at all as he stared at your kiss-plumped lips. He grabbed the hem of your shirt pulling it up and stopping at your waist.

"No underwear?" He commented with a smirk. "The boys have really been keeping you busy, I see."

"Yeah, I knew they were touchy but it's amplified by, like, a thousand now." You laughed. Jimin and Taehyung had said they wanted to cuddle but by the way they Taehyung took your panties from you, you don't think that was their only intention.

"Welcome to my world." He sighed, but you could tell there was no actual tiredness in it. He went to continue lifting your shirt, looking to your face for permission. "Can I?"

"I-if you want?" You said, vice a bit shaky and nervous. You were a bit scared, even though you should technically be the most comfortable around him. But your body has changed since he's last seen it. Will he be disappointed? You bit your lip.

"You're as beautiful as ever," He said, breaking you from your thoughts. He lifted a hand to gently caress your chest, looking in awe of you. "If not more."

"You really think so?" You asked, the tension draining from your body.

"Mm." He hummed, contemplative as he admired your body. "When we were younger, I always thought about what it'd be like to grow old together. It seems like you age like fine wine." He chuckled.

"Oh please, have you seen yourself? You're all muscly and confident and I swear you've gotten taller." You scoffed, play-punching him on the shoulder.

He made a look of fake hurt, "You didn't think I was muscly before?"

"Pfft," you tried to hold back laughter, trying to reassure him and be honest. "I'm sorry, but you were so scrawny. It was cute, you've always been cute, but now you've matured." You reached a hand out, smoothing his hair back from his face and cupping his jaw in your hand. "I really am proud of you."

"I should be saying that." He pulled you closer to him, you pressed up against his belt buckle. He was still wearing his clothes with you completely naked, your clit resting on the rough fabric of his jeans. He continued roving his hands over your skin, massaging and caressing everywhere. "Everything you've done, the person you've become. Your younger self would be so proud."

"I think she'd be kicking me for all the stupid stuff I've done." You shook your head, melancholy kicking in as you turned your head, focusing on the carpet.

"But you survived and did your best." He reassured you, pressing a kiss to the expanse of your shoulder. "You wanna know what I wrote in my vows for you?" He started, caressing your thigh.

"I wrote, that the minute I met you, I felt a connection. Do you remember, when your parents invited us to your fifth birthday party? And you said if I go, we could play trucks together and then we got sand all over us from the sand box?"

"My mom hated that." You smiled again, thinking of that time. You had been wearing the prettiest dress, and it had gotten so dirty by the end of the day. Then a thought struck, turning back to Namjoon. "Is that date what the password to your studio is?"

"You just figured it out now?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I thought I was overthinking it." You shrugged.

He laughed at that, fond and happy. "Of course you were. I love when you overthink, though. I love when I can see your thought process on your face. I love how your nose scrunches and you furrows your brows like you're thinking of the most complicated problem ever when really you're deciding what to eat for lunch." He turned his head into your hand, kissing your palm. He moved his hand to your clit while pulling off his belt buckle, popping open his jeans. "I think it's beautiful the amount of thought and effort you put into things. And your beautiful mind finds the best solutions to things."

Too stunned for words and overcome by the gentle circles he was rubbing onto your heat, you could only manage an emotional "Joon," but he continued, cutting you off.

"And you dedicate so much care to everyone you meet. I can't be surprised that you captured all our hearts because you're so genuine and kind there was no way it wasn't happening." He reached his hand up, wiping a tear that escaped from the brim of your eyelid, as he pulled you close rondo his lap, sliding into you as he continued speaking whispers into your ear. "I'm so glad that we can grow old together like we planned, and I get to wake up everyday with your smiling face to greet me. You're my lighthouse, always showing me light and bringing me home when I feel lost. And on the days where you don't have the energy to smile, I'll give you mine."

You were full on crying now as he grinded into you slowly, tears of pure joy as he made you feel every inch as it dragged inside you, bouncing you on his lap. You unbuttoned his shirt sloppily so you could be skin to skin, and clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck as you two lost yourself in the feeling of each other, relearning the feeling of each other bodies. Moans spilled out of your mouth and he let soft groans out, brushing against your ears and making desire pool in your gut simmering until it reached a fever pitch, tension building up you couldn't ignore.

"'M coming, Joon," you gasped out, and he sped up, harder and deeper, nodding.

"I'm with you baby, come on." You let yourself go, moaning out his name as he fucked you through it, bringing you pleasure until the last moment. With a loud groan, he came, too, filling you up with his release. You both caught your breath, neither of your making a move to separate from each other.

♡

You were just holding each other as he was running his hands up your back with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair, cradling his head against you.

"Joon?" You asked after a long moment.

"Mm?" He hummed, laying still on your shoulder.

"I want to go back to school." You said, and that got him to sit up, looking you right in the eyes.

"You sure? I mean, at this point I don't think you'd need to, you already have so many designers offering for you to apprentice--"

"No." You cut him off, wanting to make your point clear. "I want to get jobs from my own skill. I don't want to get an apprenticeship from being married to you and have nothing to offer." Now here's the hard part, you thought to yourself, steeling yourself to ask. "But... I'll need help. If you'd be willing to sponsor me until I can pay you back--"

It was Namjoon's turn to cut you off, pressing into you with a kiss. When he pulled back from you, he said, "I'd support you in any endeavor, honey. But please, don't focus on money. You give us so much more than we can repay you with, so money is no object."

"Yeah, yeah." You waved your hand, deciding against arguing over it for once. You were far to content to do something like that, leaning back until him to cuddle some more. "Let's not make this an argument again, hmm?"

It was the hottest day of the vacation by far.

For most of the day, you had resigned yourself to laying inside in the air conditioning, but after most of the afternoon passed, the sun seemed to lose its sting and you decided you would go and enjoy the last of the rays until sunset. Jimin and Taehyung were splashing around in the pool all day, their shots of joy and happiness reaching all the way to the bedroom, muffled shrieks and laughs cooking through the closed window.

You had been alone for the last hour, the others going into town to scope out food options for dinner. Might as well work up an appetite, you thought to yourself as you picked out a swimsuit and went to join Taehyung and Jimin in the pool. As you descended the stairs down stairs and headed to the back patio, you thought about the last time you wore a bathing suit. You hadn't given much thought to it then, but the boys were acting strange around you then. Now that they had confessed that they loved you, was that weirdness because they were attracted to you even then?

As you stepped out into view, you watched their reaction. Your bathing suit was relatively more conservative than the cow print suit, but you could still the way the boys stood splashing each other and roved their eyes over you. "My beautiful muse," Taehyung called out to you dramatically, seemingly thinking this was some tragic romance drama and not a pool in a backyard. "Come join us!"

"Why should I?" You teased, walking over to stand above then as they leaned against the side of the pool, eager to be close to you.

"Because, we haven't seen you all day, baby." Jimin faux-pouted.

"You're the ones who decided to go to the pool. You could've stayed with me." You pouted back, much more effectively if the immediate guilt on their face told you anything.

"We're so sorry, little dove, we can hang out with you now." Taehyung offered, starting to pull out of the pool.

You shook your head turning and walking to a lounge chair near the pool, deciding to stop teasing them. "Don't worry, it's fine. You can stay in the pool." You stretched out on the chair and looked back at them, their eyes still trailing you like a hawk.

"You aren't going to swim, princess?" Jimin asked, eyes on your legs. His gaze flicked up to your eyes, flickers of heat building in the warm brown pools. "It's pretty hot out here."

"No, I'm good. I'm just going to enjoy the sun. Don't mind me." You tilted your head up to watch the clouds and heard the sound of water sloshing around, looking back over to see they had gotten out of the pool and come to your side.

♡

"If our little dove wants company, we're happy to help." Taehyung said, but you had the feeling he didn't just want to sit by your side by the way his eyes focused on your body, running a wet hand over your exposed stomach. "You look so good in this bathing suit."

"You think so?" You spoke, trying to keep calm. You had a feeling that if you showed any reaction to their teasing that they'd pounce on it.

"Mm," he hummed, a sneaky smile coming to his face. "But I don't think anything can beat how good you looked in that strappy one you had on the other vacation."

You covered your face with your arm, laughing but embarrassed. "I knew it, you guys were checking me out! I thought I was overthinking it back then."

"You weren't overthinking it," Taehyung chuckled. "You really looked so irresistible." He said, biting his lip as his eyes tossed over you again.

"Do you know how hard it was to not hold you the way we wanted to?" Jimin ran a finger up your arm, light touches swirling over your skin. "I can't believe all those people got to see you like that."

"When you're ours." Taehyung said, somewhere between a huff and a growl, leaning in to capture you lips in a searing kiss, every bit of desire he had poured into it as he licked into your mouth, sucking at your lips as he pulled back. As soon as he did, Jimin took his spot, every bit as heated as Taehyung, but more languid and sensual, tongue twining around yours like a dance.

"Have you been having fun on your honeymoon, dove?" Taehyung murmured into your ear as Jimin took over your mouth, trailing kisses up to your ear and biting at your ear lobe.

"We've heard from the other guys you've been having lots of fun." Jimin spoke as he pulled away, breath fanning over you, descending kisses down your neck to your collarbone. "Are you leaving us out of the festivities?"

"No, I just--"

"Just what? Just couldn't contain yourself? You needed their hands on you right away, right, princess?" Jimin cut you off with a smug smile as you were being left breathless by them.

"Well, we won't keep you waiting either, dove." Taehyung said, voice impossibly deep as he pulled back, pulling himself down to your thighs, starring to rub at your clit with no rhythm, driving you crazy with his unpredictable pattern. He'd rub at your clit and just as you thought you would get relief, he'd pull away, fingering into your heat just as fast, and then back, bringing you to the edge and back without mercy. While you were being practically tortured, Jimin was no help, kissing up and down your skin, sucking hickeys into the skin of your neck, shoulders, collarbone, anywhere he could taste.

He broke away from your skin, observing his work proudly and listening to you moan from the work of Taehyung's fingers. "Just listen to her," he said, looking at you with your head thrown back, arms gripping the chair tightly as if to hold yourself together. He chuckled, "She's going crazy."

"I bet your so sensitive, aren't you dove? The way you haven't had a break this whole vacation." Despite the way he had spoken as if he pitied you, he didn't let up at all, still torturing you with that crazy rhythm. "So wet and you didn't even get in the pool. Wasn't me to fuck you baby? Pound you into the chair?"

"Yes, please." You moaned out, lost in the sensation.

"So polite." He hummed. "Since you asked so nicely." He pulled back and entered you in one swift move. Jimin was still sucking at your chest, centered on your breasts and you gripped his hair, pulling his roots and making him let out a long moan. He reached down a hand, and as Taehyung focused on working you open on his cock, Jimin started tracing circles around your clit, steadier than Taehyung but light enough that it just wound you up, no relief in sight.

"Listen to how pretty she sounds." He sighed, pulling up from your nipple.

"So gorgeous, just fluttering around me. You're already close, aren't you baby?" Taehyung said, slowly pushing in and out as you got used to him inside you, pulling out to the tip then pressing back into you until you were hip to hip and again.

"Yes, don't stop, please." You begged.

"I don't plan to." He growled, lifting your leg over his shoulder, pulling you down the length of the pool chair towards him, settling on his knees on the floor next to the lounge. He let you settle there for a moment, repositioned you so he could hit your sweet spot, then started pounding into you, as wild and unpredictable as his fingers were, thrusting with so much force it bounced you backwards with each slam.

You could feel your orgasm rush over you, intense and long as he pounded you through it, making you whine out of oversensitivity when he didn't let up after the waves subsided. Your whimpers and whines only made him chuckle as you gripped at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself in him. "You got this baby, you can-- oh?"

He cut himself off, slowing down as his attention drifted above your head. "It looks like we have a stalker."

You tilt your head back as you caught your breath, looking up at the direction he was looking. In the upstairs window, you saw a flash of movement and the blinds closed shut fast, but you know what you saw.

Jungkook was watching you.

You didn't know he was still in the house, he must've stayed behind when they went to get food. "Let's go say hi to him, baby." Jimin laughed, and Taehyung scooped you into his arms, the three of you heading upstairs to the room Jungkook was in, the two maknaes rushing at the chance to tease him.

The door pushed open, Jungkook was standing there looking incredibly embarrassed but obviously turned on, red in the face and pants hastily buttoned if his lay still being down was any tell. "Guys, what are you--"

"We saw you~," Jimin cut him off smugly, stalking toward him as Taehyung laid you down onto the bed, still sticky and sweaty from your activities outside. Jungkook's eyes stuck you to you like glue despite trying to pretend like he was watching you, almost ignoring the way Jimin was taking his clothes off, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pants.

"I don't-- I dunno why you're up here, weren't you swimming?" Jungkook said, voice hoarse and distracted as he watched Taehyung, now licking a stripe from your neck to your stomach.

"You're really gonna pretend? It's okay, we saw you looking. She's hard not to look at, isn't she?" Jimin said, pushing him closer to the bedside where you lay, a hand in Taehyung's hair. "Don't you wanna play with your bunny?" He whispered into his ear, ever the voice of temptation.

Jungkook's gaze darkened, biting his lip as he stared down at you. "Bunny?" He asked, wanting to join but wanting your permission first. You reached a hand out to him and he took it, you pulling him towards you.

"What do you want to do?" He murmured to you, still a bit flustered to have been caught and be suddenly in this position.

"Whatever you want, Kookie." You said back,

"Yeah, what do you want, Kookie?" Taehyung teased.

"I... I wanna fuck her." He brazenly admitted, and while that sent a flash of heat to your gut, you could tell that wasn't all he wanted to say.

"But that's not all you want, is it?" Jimin called him out on it, and Jungkook bit his lip again, hesitating.

"I... If it's okay, can I record you, bunny?"

"Okay." You agreed, already okay with it. You guess Jungkook had a penchant for recording during sex, but you suppose that made sense considering that he had a lot of interest in cameras. The idea of him having a collection of videos of you actually didn't make you as nervous as you're sure it would've when you first met them. Everything you had gone through with them has made you into a totally new person.

It seems that Jungkook had gotten pretty pent-up from watching you, his hardness springing out of his pants as he pulled his pants off to settle himself above you on the bed. He was fixated on your center as he rubbed himself against your wetness to lube himself up. Jimin and Taehyung settled themselves by your side as he pushed in, watching your face and listening to you moan as he started thrusting, setting a steady pace and easily getting you to another peak. Taehyung took your hand and settled it on his bulge and you started rubbing at it, twisting your hand around it and making him hiss in pleasure.

"Kookie," Jimin singsonged. "You're holding back."

"I just wanna make sure she enjoys it," he defended, and you reached your free hand up, cupping his cheek.

"I'll always enjoy it with you, oppa." You said, and almost as if on cue, Jungkook sped up, slamming his hips into yours. You gasped as he hit your g-spot with every quick thrust and he repositioned his grip on his phone, getting a clear shot of the way your breasts bounced with his thrusts and your hand wrapped around Taehyung's shaft faster. Jimin released himself from his pants as well, placing his length by your lips for you to suck as he reached over to play with one of your nipples.

With every passing moment, the sensation built until it overtook you, the sensitivity from earlier making you come on Jungkook's cock. You whimpered, squirming away from the stimulation and Jungkook moved his free hand to your neck, holding you down gently but firmly. "Take it baby, I know you can be a good girl for me." He huffed, thrusts getting sloppier as he fucked into you, chasing his own release.

You focused on sucking on Jimin, obscene whisper coming out of his mouth, praises and curses as he finished onto your face with melodious moans, the sights and sounds triggering Taehyung to finish onto your chest with a groan. Jungkook came inside you, collapsing onto you as he finished and catching his breath.

Coming down from your high, you heard Jimin giggle. "Let's end the video to the group chat." He suggested mischievously.

"You're crazy." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Taehyung shrugged. "Their fault for leaving us alone."

"Only if Y/n's okay with it. What do you say, koala?" Jungkook teased, pushing himself up to look at you.

"Sure." You shrugged.

This was the wrong choice.

Awhile after the video was sent, you had almost forgotten about it in favor of focusing on the cuddles the maknaes were giving you, swaddled up in a warm pile. However, you heard the sound of a door slamming open downstairs and heavy footsteps marching towards the room, four large silhouettes filling the doorway looking displeased.

The hyungs were home.

And judging the looks on their faces, they weren't happy with being sent the video. They surveyed you all laying in bed together the maknaes mostly stunned for words, besides Jimin who looked all too pleased with himself. "You're back so soon." He hummed. "Did something make you hurry back?"

Jin shook his head, moving towards you and planting kisses on your foreheads. "Is our little sweetheart having fun without us?" He asked, pulling you up to look at the damage the maknaes had done. They had placed you in a button up, only one or two of the buttons actually done, not hiding any of the hickeys or bites they left on you.

"You letting the brats have a treat?" Yoongi asked, moving to pinch Jimin's cheek as the younger man kept laughing.

"You've all been with her this whole time." Taehyung pouted, trying to get mercy from the hyungs for teasing them.

"Look at how sensitive she is, you've clearly more than made up it." Hoseok commented, pointing out the way you jumped just from having his hands brush against your inner thighs.

"How do you feel, honey? Tired?" Namjoon asked.

You shake your head, looking up at them expectantly.

"Oh? Then, do you think you up for more?" Hoseok hummed, and you nodded.

"You know how to ask for things." Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "If you want something, say it."

"I want you." You said.

"To do what?"

"Anything. Just touch me." You really didn't care at this point, blissed out by the feeling of all of your loves showing their affection for you. No matter how much time passes, you don't think you'll ever get used to the feeling of their touches.

"I have an idea in mind." Namjoon pushed you up towards the head of the bed, the rest settling around you. Well, all of them tried to settle around you, but Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were dragged aside by Yoongi and Hoseok, the two keeping them from participating since they already had their turn and decided to tease the hyungs at the same time. But, after they started using kisses and touches to keep them sated and docile off to the side, the maknaes didn't seem to be complaining, keeping themselves entertained while Namjoon took control.

"I don't think you need any preparing." Namjoon said, playing with your wet folds. He rubbed his cock against your entrance and pushed slowly. "Mm, I just slid right in." He groaned. He settled into a rhythm, deep hard strokes pulling moans and mewls out of you, making you grip at his shoulders, scratching your nails down his back. Namjoon hardly reacted only pressing closer. "You want me closer, sweetheart? How's this?" He asked, pulling your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half, his thrusts reaching deeper, making you feel impossibly full. He held you in place, you completely at his mercy he pounded into you, his gasps and groans right in your ear as he held you close, and you came, moaning his name into his ear as he spoke sweet whispers into your ears, filling you with a moan of your name.

He pulled back, leaving a trail of kisses down your cheek to your collarbone as he pulled away from you, you clinging to him still, reluctant to let him go. Jin chuckled, watching your eyes blink slower. It had likely been a long day for you, but he could tell you weren't ready to quit. If they had known you'd be so insatiable, they'd have brought more toys. Jin would make sure they all sat down and had a long talk about Dos and Don'ts in the bedroom with the addition of you to their usual dynamic.

But for now, he'd satisfy you as much as he could.

"Aw, look at you. You must be so tired." He cupped your cheek, tilting your head towards him as he sat back on his knees. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you." He positioned you onto his lap, holding your back to his chest and spreading your legs so the whole room had a clear view. The cum Namjoon had pumped into you started to leak out, dribbling down your thigh. "That won't do." He hummed, deciding to fuck it back into you, lining up his shaft with your entrance and pushing it back in. He impaled you, your moans filling the room as they quieted to focus on you, watching your face as Jin held you up, pistoning into you as you were held immobile by him, helpless to do anything but take it, eyes fluttering as you came.

After that, you were really nearing your limit, your legs twitching with just a soft touch to your core. Yoongi laughed at how you still pleaded him for more with the look in your eyes, Hoseok slinking up next to him, "Okay, baby, we'll go easy on you. What do you want us to do?"

"No fair, you're always so strict with us." Taehyung whined from where he was seated, enjoying the view.

"Look at this pretty girl, look how badly she wants it," Hoseok teased you. "We can't disappoint our baby."

"Can't I have you both? At the same time?" You looked to Hoseok, a little shyly. "You know, like we did on the beach?"

"You sure, baby?"

"Yes." You agreed immediately, your enthusiasm bringing another chuckle out of the men pleasuring you. Taking the wetness dripping down your leg, Hoseok worked your ass open gently, Yoongi relaxing you with kisses to your shoulder as you positioned yourself over him. As he prepared to push into your core, Hoseok pushed past your rim, the feeling of both of them filling you overwhelming in the best way.

"So perfect for us." Yoongi breathed as he and Hoseok settled to move in an offset rhythm. You could feel your body getting weak as they went in and out, and after a couple of hard thrusts from Hoseok, your legs gave out under you, making you fall onto Yoongi. Rather than interrupt his pattern, he just kept pushing into you, leaning over you and effectively sandwiching your body between the two of them. They exchanged a kiss over your shoulder, and then Yoongi tilted your head, kissing you softly but deeply as well. You felt your orgasm wash over you one last time and then promptly blacked out.

♡

Roused awake by caresses and kisses to your skin, Jin stood in front of you, some food placed on a fork and a bottle of water in his other hand. You yawned, stretching your arms over your head and then sat up to let him feed you. Jimin was the one cuddling you, holding you to his chest with the most adoring look on his face. You looked past him seeing everyone cuddled up together in various states of asleep and awake. "Are you rested, my queen?" He asked, softly caressing your hip.

You nodded, pecking him on the cheek in between bites of food from Jin. You smiled at him, "Remember when you hated me?"

He rolled his eyes, flopping backwards. "Ugh, let's not talk about it." You giggled as you finished your plate and he pulled you into him again. "I was right, you know," he started, walking his fingers up and down your tummy making you giggle. "Everyone did fall for you. I just didn't expect I would, too."

"I didn't think you'd be interested in me like that, even after you stopped hating me. I thought you just liked guys." You said, intertwining your hands together.

He shrugged, "I did. I experimented a little when I was still in denial, but it never felt as enjoyable. You, though," He pushed your hair back, studying you like you were the rarest thing in the world. "Something about you is so alluring. I've never enjoyed anything like this with a girl as much as I have with you."

"It's her heart. An authentic and genuine soul is more attractive than anything else." Jin smiled, getting up to put the dishes away. "Go back to resting, baby."

"But I wanna talk to you." You drawled, already falling back asleep.

"You have the rest of your life to, baby. We'll be here every step of the way. You've used a lot of energy. Sleep." He gave a kiss to your forehead, and you drifted off to dream land in the arms of your lovers.

You've never felt so whole.

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part eleven)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, you have a feast :D , it is time for fluff)

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A/n: taglist closed

Soon, everyone was back to full health.

Overall, the sick period only lasted about four days, the first day starting that morning where you all discovered everyone was sick. Jin recovered quicker, having hidden most of his sickness anyways and only needed to be taken care of for two days. Taehyung recovered the day after Jin, on the third day, but was still too weak to walk around too much, the sickness having given him fatigue after all the other symptoms went away. Yoongi and Jimin recovered last, the fourth day, Jimin miraculously feeling better after having thrown up one last time and Yoongi waking up after a deep fever induced sleep, refreshed and almost healthier than before.

"Maybe it's because you actually slept for once," Hoseok had joked while you all talked about it in the kitchen, preparing that feast Jin was so insistent on. It was that fifth day now, everyone fully recovered and going back into their usual routines. You had spent yesterday shopping for all the things Jin wanted at this special dinner, an affair that included you and Hoseok trying to keep Jungkook from putting the whole store in the cart while Namjoon made sure everyone was fine at home, it being easier to watch the four people alone now that they were mostly in their right mind again.

Jin had been up since eight this morning, staying in the kitchen to supervise you cooking, first breakfast than starting on the feast, and Yoongi came down at eleven, looking much better with the color returned to his cheeks. Jimin and Taehyung were still upstairs, but you could hear their footsteps, they would be down soon. You had their breakfast on the table, ready to be reheated and eaten when they wanted it.

Namjoon had barred Jin from cooking so soon after being sick, wanting him to rest rather than go back to being up on his feet immediately, so Jungkook and Hoseok were helping you out in the kitchen, Jin sitting at the counter and directing you on what to do next from his seat.

It was around one in the afternoon now, and as you chopped carrots to put in a stew, Taehyung and Jimin's footsteps came thudding down the stairs, Taehyung greeting you with a full body cuddle as you stood at the cutting board, pressing you against the counter with the weight of his tired form.

"Sleepy." He groaned, voice raspy as he leaned his head into your hair. He took a long sniff of your hair and you tried not to laugh. "Your hair smells nice." Taehyung mumbled, wrapping his arms over your shoulders, seeming to fall asleep on his feet.

"Taehyung, I have to cook," you said, good natured despite having an overgrown teddy bear clinging to you. Walking him backwards to a stool by Jin at the kitchen island, you went back to chopping.

"You promised me cuddles." He whined until Jin flicked his arm. "Ow!"

"Don't be a brat, she's busy cooking." Jin scolded.

"And you'll get your cuddles when I'm not in the middle of cooking." You replied, taking the cutting board full of carrots and sliding them into the stew pot.

Hoseok watched you move around comfortably, standing next to Jungkook at the stove as he held out a spoonful of stew for you to try. Jungkook had tied his hair back to keep out of his face and then tied yours so a little tuft was sticking up like a palm tree. Jin had burst out laughing it at when he first came downstairs, you pretending nothing was amiss only making him laugh harder.

Hoseok's not quite sure what happened after he left for work when you were taking care of all the sick people, but you seemed visibly happier, more at ease in the house and around them. You didn't shy away from touches or jump at conversation being made with you. You had an easy smile on your face and it made Hoseok happy.

"Good morning," Jimin had said trailing into the room a little later, smiling at everyone, even you, albeit a bit smaller, and you smiled back.

That was definitely new. Him and Namjoon shared a confused glance and he just shrugged. They hadn't gotten a chance to talk with everyone about what happened while they were at work, or how you and Jungkook fared taking care of everyone in the house.

But seeing the amiable air at the table a couple hours later when the dinner was finished and there were plates covering the table from end to end, and the way you and Jimin actually spoke to each other and not just ignored the others existence had to be a good sign.

"I'm not washing the dishes after this." Jungkook said, leaning back in his chair with his empty, dirty plates laid out in front of him.

"You never wash the dishes anyways." Taehyung laughed, looking just as full and happy as everyone else at the table. Then his attention caught onto something across the table by you. "Woah, is that your phone?" He asked, bewildered at the sight.

You glanced down at the phone by your side. You had taken it out of your pocket when you sat, it pressing uncomfortably against you. He was probably referring to the cracks all over the screen though.

"Oh, yeah. I dropped it a day or two ago when I was running around, it just shattered." You glanced at it, moving another bit of pork belly into your mouth. "It still works, though."

Jimin raised a judging eyebrow. "It looks like it'll slice your finger open if you used it."

"And it's like six years old," Jungkook judged, looking at the faded coloring on some spots.

"Yeah, no, you need a new one." Jin decided, shaking his head in disapproval. He was sitting on your left, scooping more food onto your plate everytime you looked away.

"I'll take you!" Jungkook raised his hand excitedly. "My dad made most of the technology in the stores so I get an automatic discount. And I can tell you what's best to buy."

"I need new headphones, so I'll come too." Taehyung said, and Jimin nodded, also agreeing silently.

You protested, a phone was a big buy, you had to save up for months to buy the one you had now. "I can't just make you buy me a new phone--"

"You're not making us do anything." Taehyung shot back, waving his fork around. "We offered to buy you something."

"You can just pay us back later, right?" Hoseok smirked, using your own words against you. You searched for a moment trying to find something to say and came up empty, giving in with a huff.

"I don't like how you're ganging up on me." You pouted, seeing there was no way out of this.

"We just want you to have nice things." Jin defended sweetly, moving a hair behind your ear. You looked up at him, his face kind and you knew that they really did just want the best for you.

You sighed in defeat. "Okay, a phone. But just a phone."

"Of course." Jin promised, hand over his heart to show his earnestness.

Yoongi winked at you across the table, a knowing smirk on his face. It wasn't going to be just a phone, was it?

---

You were right.

As soon as you stepped into the tech store, Jungkook geeked out, running from shelf to shelf and showing you all the cool new features and mechanisms in the cameras and the accessory products, talking your ear off as you tried to keep up.

You could see Jimin and Taehyung in the back picking out phone charms, holding them out for each other to see and laughing. Taehyung glanced at you and waved you over when you made eye contact.

"Oh, we should get you some charms!" Jungkook also noticed and dragged you over there too, dunking his hand unto the charm basket and pulling up a bunch.

"I wanted to show you this." Taehyung murmured into your ear and pressed a charm into your hand. It was a smooth plastic bunny, pink and see through like a crystal.

"It's so pretty!" You said in awe, as if he had lowered the sun directly into your hands. You held it, watching the light refract through it and cast pink shadows on the ground.

"Ooh! There's a purple one!" Jungkook pulled one out, holding it up to watch the overhead lights shine through it.

"And a green one. And a blue one." Jimin held up two more in his hands, smile a bit more reserved now that he was talking to you. "Now we can all match."

Jin came over from where he was previously at the register, handing you a bag full of stuff. "Alright, we can go now." You dug through the bag finding a cell phone box for one of the newest models and a ton of cell phone accessories. Chargers, headphones, cases, everything you could ever possibly need.

"Jin! This is way more than just a phone!" You cried, just thinking about how much it all cost. You pulled a charger out of the bag. "I already have one of these."

"You have wires and duct tape." Taehyung corrected. "You needed a new one."

"And I added you to our cell phone plan. Apparently, you only had like, 90 minutes of data a week before. How is that even possible?" Jin commented, incredulously.

"And this model is one of the best! It's not the newest, but it has the best storage, camera capabilities, and it has a more user friendly interface!" Jungkook said, holding up the phone box almost proudly. "We could take so many cool pictures with this, I know this super scenic park, we should go together after you program this!"

You nodded in agreement, Taehyung latching onto your back. "Can I come? We can do a picnic!" He pleaded, chin settling on top of your head.

"Sure, why not?" You shrugged, his arms around your sides bouncing with the movement. You turned to Jimin who hadn't said anything, looking at a display of phone cases in the wall. "Did you wanna come too?" You asked cautiously, trying to extend an olive branch of sorts.

"Oh, I'm leaving for a fashion shoot in a couple days. I'll be back next week." He explained, trying to keep his tone light, but you saw the downturn of his lips as he said that. He was obviously disappointed.

"We can wait til you get back." You suggested and he seemed surprised that you offered to wait, staring at you in disbelief.

"Umm," he averted his eyes to a display in another section of the store. "Okay. That would be nice, actually." He said with that same controlled tone. Jimin looked back at you and gave you a small smile, and you returned it, happy that you could make comfortable conversation and that he seemed to be actually trying to make good on his promise to be nice to you.

"Cute, but can we head home now? Namjoon keeps asking me about how much I care about the vase we keep in our sitting room and I think he might have broken it." Jin turned his phone around, showing you the messages that kept pouring in and led you all out to the car.

Jungkook and Taehyung squeezed into the backseat with you, showing you how to put the charms on your phone and get started on personalization. Taehyung had taken your phone out of your hands when it came to adding contacts, snapping a picture of himself and putting his number in, Jungkook and Jimin and Jin doing the same, Jimin snapping a picture of Jin driving since his hands were full. You watched their excitement, feeling slightly out of place.

Ever since the sickness had passed, you had been a bit lost. You felt so useful when you could do something to help them all recover, and for once, your presence in this house didn't feel like a hindrance. You knew it probably wasn't, that they actually liked talking with you, but they must want their own space back, right? Jimin apologized, but did he really want to be around you? You were entertaining in the meantime, but once they really got know you would they be as willing to keep you around? Now here they were, buying you things that they wouldn't need to if you had a job of your own. You needed to make sure you had a secure plan B in case, either to be able to repay them, or to keep yourself safe if they got bored with you and dumped you out on the street, metaphorically or literally. You couldn't be dependent on anyone but yourself, you had learned.

Jungkook bumped his shoulder with yours, pushing you out of your thoughts. "Hey," he said, his smile had a concerned edge to it. "You good? The car stopped moving."

You came back down to reality, the car had stopped in front of the house, idling in the driveway. You hurriedly unbuckled your seat belt, starting to get out.

"Actually, Y/nie," Taehyung closed his hand around your wrist, stopping you. You turned back to look at him, seeing Jimin taking the keys from Jin in the front out of the corner of your eye. "If you wanna come with, we're going to pick up some things before Jimin leaves for his trip." He offered, a hopeful look in his warm brown eyes.

You looked between him and Jimin who had settled in the front, getting himself ready to drive. "It'll be fun." Jimin sent a small smile at you, hooking up his phone to the speaker system. Slowly nodding your agreement, you looked back to Jungkook. He seemed to get the message and started to close the door, saying excitedly, "When you get back, we can finish setting up your phone," before walking into the house with Jin.

Once the doors were closed and the car was moving, Taehyung bounced with eagerness next to you, jostling the backseat's cushion. "I'm so glad you're coming, me and Jiminie always have so much fun. You like fashion, right?"

"Yeah, I do." You responded, tamely, trying not to sound too excited. It was one of your favorite things, but it's not as if that was apparent, your plain white tee and ill fitting jeans not supporting your statement. Compared to Taehyung and Jimin's matching sweater outfits, with Taehyung wearing a warm tan turtleneck and black pants and Jimin wearing a black turtleneck and tan pants, they looked trendy and coordinated, and you looked as if you had rolled in a bargain bin.

Taehyung didn't seem to mind though, already excited to have you coming with them. Now that Jimin was getting used to you, the three of you could do all sorts of things together! "Then it'll be even better! We can all help Jimin pick outfits to wear." He suggested happily and you agreed, his enthusiasm wearing off on you.

You made your way to the mall again, Jimin's smooth driving and light humming making for a relaxing ride as you readied your nerves for what could be the most awkward mall trip ever. You looked out the window as the car turned into the plaza, bad memories of the time you were here with Yoongi and Hoseok popping up. Hopefully no one would be yelling this time, you wished, hopping out off the seat and staring up at the now menacing building. Taehyung noticed your hesitancy and squeezed your hand, prior elation dulling in his concern. "You good?" He murmured low, moving in front of you so all you could see was his concerned face.

You took the moment to breathe as he shielded you, schooling your expression as best you could, making sure no displeasure was showing on your face before you smiled up at him. "Yup. So, what do we do first?" You asked, glancing around the strip.

Jimin hummed, surveying the stores around you. "First..." he spun in a circle absentmindedly, but the motion still came out elegantly. Everything he did was so poised, and you could see people start to stare again, the two people by your side looking put together and professional. You suddenly felt like you were wearing a potato sack. "There." He settled on a store, pointing to a small elegant looking store front with the sign in fancy cursive script. The store had low lighting and elegant decals throughout the whole place, you noted as you entered, and lots of fancy looking clothes on mannequins posed like high fashion models. Jimin and Taehyung blended right into the mix of people, moving around with familiarity while you trailed after them, unsure.

While walking around, you noticed that Taehyung and Jimin seemed to gravitate around each other, looping around the store but always going back to each other, laughing and smiling when they were around each other. They pushed into each other's personal space almost instinctively, like they knew the exact limits of the other, where to stop and pull back and where they could push forward. You remembered them with the other boys, clingy and touchy and flirty, and realized now that that might just be how they were.

"Doesn't this look perfect?" Jimin asked, pulling a couple things off the rack, and positioning them over his body so you could imagine them on him. "I could wear this to the airport, don't you think?"

He was talking to you, you realized, only to you, seeing Taehyung moving away across the store, and you nodded quickly, trying to seem less caught off guard at him addressing you directly. "Yeah, it looks cool." You saw a jacket out the corner of your eye, grabbing it. "This would go with it too, it's good to bring a jacket in case you get cold."

He took the offered jacket, assessing it with the other items he had pulled out. The olive green bomber jacket you handed him and the white top and black baggy jeans he picked out. Good on its own, but he would definitely make it look better just by wearing it, you were sure of it. His head tilted, a satisfied look coming to his face as he hummed. "Maybe you do have some fashion sense." He said, giving you a teasing smile.

"Look at this dress I found!" Taehyung came barreling back over, popping the bubble of the small moment. He was holding a white off the shoulder dress, flowy and frilly with a corset-like midsection, lace flowers and leaves woven all over. It was the kind of dress you'd see online, on supermodels, perfect and fairy like and dreamy and expensive.

Taehyung pushed the dress into your hands, "Isn't it pretty? I think this is your size." He looked you up and down, analyzing your measurements seemingly in your head. You checked the label, surprisingly it was your exact size.

You shook your head. "No, no, I--" you held it out away from you before you could hope for it too much, feeling like you were dirtying it just by holding it. "I don't even have the money for it. I can't take it." You told Taehyung, more convincing yourself rather than him.

"You're with us, don't worry about it." Taehyung reassured warmly, but you shook your head again. The last thing you wanted to do was make them feel like they had to care of you. You had clothes that were... fine. You'd be fine without it.

You turned away, not even looking them in the eyes. "I don't wanna make you buy anything--"

"You're not making us do anything, don't worry so much." Jimin said, an echo of the conversation this morning. He turned to you, and after a moment of hesitating, placed a hand on your shoulder to pull your focus. "Listen, Y/n, you can get whatever you want, it's fine. Besides, you'll need something to wear to that picnic when I get back, right?" He asked, tone coaxing and light.

"But--"

"If you won't pick stuff out for yourself, I will." Jimin declared with a playfully commanding air. He took the dress out of your hands. "Starting with this."

He moved towards the register determinedly and you were left there, floundering. How exactly do you say no to people who have probably never heard the word in their lives? Taehyung was already looking through racks again, pulling out another hanger with a preppy, puff sleeved blouse. "Look at this! You have to get this one too!"

"I'm not getting anything. This costs half of what I used to make in a week, I don't have that kind of money on me now." You protested weakly, pleas weakened by their determination.

Taehyung turned, handing you the shirt anyways. "We have that kind of money, though, and what better to spend it on than you?" He asked rhetorically, but you could definitely think of a list. "Besides, you could just pay us back right?" He winked, and you got the feeling that these men would never actually accept any payment you guys to give them. Before you could respond, Jimin was back already, handing you a dainty bag with the dress inside. "You really didn't have to do this. I'll be fine without it--"

"Calm down. It's not a big deal. Is it so hard to believe that maybe we just want to buy you stuff?" Jimin rolled his eyes, but his voice was soft. He wasn't mocking you, just exasperated with how little you seem to think you deserved. Bare minimum living was a treatment no human deserved, even Jimin could agree to that.

You turned around in a huff, not wanting to hear it, going back to mindlessly looking through the rack. "Coming from you, yes." You scoffed.

Jimin narrowed his eyes and began to say something but glanced at Taehyung who was looking back and forth between you two, confused and concerned, and drew himself back, pasting a smile on his face. "Tae, don't you think those boots over there would look great on her?"

Taehyung nodded excitedly, forgetting the momentary tension and walking over to the shoe display with all the excitement of a puppy at playtime. Jimin turned back to you, suddenly serious again. "Y/n, listen, I... have said some things to you in the past. Things about money that I shouldn't have brought up. And I want you to know that you aren't a charity case or some burden on us that we're trying to get rid of. I just... I've never..." Brows furrowed, he seemed to get frustrated and looked away, gathering his words while looking at everything but you. Taking a deep breath in and out, he tried a different approach, walking up next to you, joining you in mindlessly looking through the racks. "You're their friend. And maybe at some point, we'll be friends. So, today, if you want anything, just let us know, okay?" He stated simply, bumping shoulders with you.

You bit your lip looking at him out of the corner of your eyes through your lashes, hesitant to fully face him. "Are you sure? It's not too much?"

"Of course not. You just point and it's yours." He smiled, warm and... friendly. This is what being a friend is like, right? He wondered in his mind.

Taehyung came back, a pair of boots and another pair of white platform heels with silky ribbons meant to tie around your legs. "I got the boots, and these match your dress!"

You laughed, finding it absurd that they thought you should wear a fancy dress and platform heels to a picnic. "You guys really can't expect me to wear that dress to a picnic."

"Why not?" Taehyung whined. "You'll look great, and Jungkook is going to be taking pictures."

"He always posts his pictures to Instagram. He has a whole photography account." Jimin chimed in. You shook your head in defiance.

"I don't do pictures. I just won't be in them." You stated, confident that you could avoid being in the pictures.

They side eyed each other for a moment, passing a long glance between the two of them. "Suuuure." They said dubiously in unison, letting the moment pass and going back to shopping.

The store was relatively empty, making it quicker to look through all the clothes. You kept an eye out for things you liked, but mostly you walked alongside Jimin, giving him your opinion on certain clothes he picked up. At first, when you would come up with a good outfit together, he would smile wide and start talking to you excitedly, then seem to catch himself, clearing his throat and calming down a little. But after a while, after Taehyung came over, done looking around by himself, he was more openly talkative and playful. He would play peekaboo with you through the tall racks of clothing and dared you to try on some frankly horrific pieces of clothing. You didn't expect to have so much fun but after watching Taehyung and Jimin go into their fifth laughing fit in ten minutes, you realized that you were happy you came along, joining them in laughter easily.

They brought out the best in each other, you thought. Jimin was much more playful with Taehyung around, it was easy to understand why they called themselves soulmates.

They were also a handful.

They seemed to like getting a rise out of you, once Taehyung started messing with you, Jimin joined immediately, the two getting closer than necessary. Draping a necklace around your neck and murmuring into your ear about how pretty it looks on you, or running their hands over the fabric of whatever you tried on a little too deliberately to be casual. You did your best to block it out but couldn't help the warmth rising to your face that you hoped they didn't notice.

"Ooh, what about this one?" Jimin pulled out a sparkly bikini with more holes than fabric, shaking it around and giggling. He walked over to you, positioning it on the front of your body to imagine how it would look, turning you towards the mirrors on the wall.

"That's way too revealing," you laughed. There were strings holding it all together, little flaps of fabric that would cover your important parts but left a lot of skin exposed. "It looks cold."

Taehyung walked over in fake seriousness, pretending to look at it with a critical eye. "I don't know, I think it would compliment your body shape." He poked your side, making you jump. He took the bathing suit from Jimin inspecting it, "But I'm not entirely where these strings go..." he snickered.

"You know, you're always wearing baggy stuff." Jimin agreed. "You should show off a little, don't you think?" He walked his fingers from your hip up to the curve of your waist, a teasing smile on his face.

"I definitely think you should." Taehyung added, pressing closer to your back. You started to feel a little caged in, them forming a bubble around you heat emanating with them so close.

You took a big step away, rolling your eyes playfully. "You guys tease too much." You walked away from them, snatching away the bathing suit and putting it back on the rack. Taehyung could see the redness to your cheeks though, the way you avoided eye contact. You were shy, obviously, and he couldn't lie watching you squirm was fun.

The amused look on Jimin's face told Taehyung that he thought so too, the other man lived to tease and flirt, it was second nature for him, and even if you two had a rocky start this way the best way for him to get comfortable and learn where your boundaries are. Taehyung just needed a way to get the two of you to talk with each other more.

And you were still nervous about buying things, Taehyung noticed, always coming up to them asking 'can I have this?' Or 'is this too expensive?' with wide unsure eyes, like you expected their hospitality to suddenly stop. You would reach out cautiously to pick up something, blinking curiously at them. One thing was for sure, whether you knew it or not, you had mastered the puppy dog face, lashes fluttering and a small pout as you looked up to them. He'd crumble to any request you made when you looked at him like that.

And the way you smiled when they said yes was heartwarming, too. You'd just barely keep yourself from running into the dressing room to try it on in an attempt to hide your excitement, and come out, doing a spin with that excited little look on your face, and Taehyung clapped loudly every time. Jimin rolled his eyes at the exaggerated response, but Taehyung could tell he thought you were adorable too by the little smile that curled at the edge of his lips.

"Well," Jimin said finally after about two and half hours. "I think that's all for now." His clothes hung over his arm to take to the register. Your hands were free because Taehyung had insisted on carrying everything for you. He looked at you, thinking, then said, "You should come shopping with us more often. This was... fun."

Smiling, you nodded. "It was. Thank you so much for inviting me."

Taehyung looked between the two of you smiling at each other and his heart swelled with warmth. Moving into line, you all stood in place next to each other. The line was pretty short, the lady at the cash register quickly taking a scanning gun and pointing it at the tags on the clothes, removing the security alarms and waving people off.

"I'll go ahead and check us out, you two go bring the car around and I'll just hop in with the bags and we can take off." Taehyung said, pulling out his wallet as you two moved further up in line.

"Are you sure you can carry it all on your own?" You asked, reluctant to leave him alone. He beamed at your kindness, taking the clothes from Jimin.

"It's no problem. Go ahead," he nodded towards the exit and Jimin walked towards it without hesitation, so you followed him.

You walked toward the exit with him, silent as the air was a bit awkward between you two. Jimin seemed to be in a good mood still, humming as you walked along.

"Do you sing?" You questioned timidly.

He glanced over at you, an eyebrow raised. "Umm, sometimes. Why?"

You shrugged, saying casually, "Your voice sounds pretty," A faint pinkness came to his cheeks at that, but you pressed on, continuing. "And I know Yoongi and Namjoon do music stuff, I was wondering if you were involved in that, too."

He scratched the back of his neck shyly. "Well, I know Yoongi's used my voice on a couple songs, but it's not something I do. I mostly dance. Dance was my first love." He answered, tone getting dreamy. The look on his face was filled with adoration, probably thinking about dance. "It's why me and Hobi get along so well. We bonded over dance." He grinned.

"That's incredible. I wish I could see you dance. I know Hobi's amazing, but I haven't seen you yet."

Smiling wide, he replied, "My dancing is an art form. You'll definitely be impressed--"

"Eek!" You squealed, feeling raindrops fall on your head. You stepped back under the cover of the store's awning, not even realizing you had already reached the exit. Rain splashed against the floor outside, water falling from the sky slightly more intense than a drizzle. You gasped, face breaking into a smile. "It's raining!" You shouted, running back into the downpour.

"Don't run into it!" Jimin shrieked after you, watching you twirl around in the rain in apprehension.

You giggled, arms outstretched as you spun around. "But it feels so nice!" You pleaded, feeling the raindrops roll over you. It really was perfect, the sun was still shining behind the small cloud of rain, casting hazy rays of gold and illuminating the sky. The wind blew nice and warm, the rain giving coolness to your skin. "Join me!" You called, watching him still idling at the entrance.

"These clothes are dry-clean only!" He called back, trying not to crack a smile. It was ridiculous, really, what dummy would dance in the rain? But of course, the answer to that was you. You were, Jimin thought to himself, watching the way smile on your face, eyes closed and head tilted back like a scene out of a movie, nothing like he had ever encountered.

You stopped, turning to him, swaying a little from your dizziness. "Who cares? Didn't you say you wanted to show me your moves?"

"The rainy sidewalk outside of the mall isn't my usual stage."

"A world-famous dancer can perform anywhere."

He rolled his eyes, scoffing and stepping towards you. "Oh please. I bet you don't even know how to waltz."

"Au contraire," You countered. "I actually do." You did an overexaggerated bow and held a hand out, which he grabbed and used to pull you towards him.

"I'll be the judge of that." He pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist, and led you through a waltz, the two of you swaying in time with some inaudible music. You even started humming, some harmonic melody that reminded Jimin of Swan Lake, eyes closed again as you trusted Jimin to lead you, feet intertwining and waving around each other intuitively. Jimin looked at the sweet smile on your face the complete bliss radiating from you being contagious. He watched a drop of rain roll down the curve of your cheek and realized he was smiling wide, too.

The two of you swirled around on the sidewalk, giggling and laughing as you twirled into a large puddle, getting water all over your legs and in your shoes. "Ugh, that's so gross." Jimin groaned, taking a step and hearing the squelch in his shoes and you cackled at the look on his face.

"Oh, wait," you remembered suddenly. "Didn't Taehyung want us to bring the car around?" Jimin blinked, his face clearing with recognition and you laughed. "Come on!" You pulled him by his hand, running to where you remembered the car was parked.

"Why are we running?!" Jimin yelled over the sound of your feet splashing in puddles and rain landing around you.

"Live a little!" You called back over your shoulder.

Stopping by the car, you both paused to catch your breath. You looked at each other, smiles growing on your faces, hands still clasped in each other's.

"You're such a dork." Jimin chuckled breathlessly.

"You had fun, don't lie." You teased, moving to the other side of the car. You hopped in the passenger seat then cringed at the uncomfortable feeling of your wet clothes touching the seat. "Sorry, we're getting your car all wet now."

"Don't worry about it." He replied, staring the car and driving it all the way to the entrance. Taehyung was there now, phone in hand, then looked up when he heard the engine pull up. He hopped in the back, pulling in the bags with him then took in both of your appearances.

"Was it raining badly when you two came out?"

"Not that badly. We just took a while getting to the car." Jimin explained, shouting a secretive smile at you.

Taehyung watched the exchange, figuring that wasn't all that happened, but left it alone. He was overjoyed that you seemed to be more comfortable now though, you two making light conversation over the music on the radio.

When you got home, Jin opened the door for you and immediately stared fishing over your soaked appearances. "What hairbrush to you? Get inside, quickly you have to warm up."

"It's not cold." You insisted, but Jin had already disappeared, moving into the other room to get a towel. He came back going toward Jimin and the shorter man laughed.

"Jin, we're fine. I'll go upstairs and clean myself up, I need to get started on packing." He pecked Jin on the lips and went upstairs, Taehyung following.

Jin turned to you, eyebrow raised. "He's in a good mood." He said with a tone of surprise. "He usually hates the rain." He added, moving towards you instead.

"Really? Why?" You asked as he wrapped the towel around your shoulders, drying off your arms. "It's so fun!" You cheered.

A warm smile melted onto his face at your happy expression. "I dunno, Yoongi doesn't either, they're cats or something." He rubbed at your cheek with the towel, squishing it and making you giggle. "I guess they're just not as fun as you, cupcake."

You smiled softly, tilting your head towards the ground shyly and he continued gently patting you dry. "Did you have fun?" He murmured lowly, and you looked up realizing how close you were, the warmth from his body warming up the coolness the water was leaving on your skin. You nodded and he stepped back, pleased. "Good," he responded. "Go change into something warm and dry and put your new stuff away."

You put away your things quickly and easily, filling a couple more drawers in your dresser. Thinking of what to do next, you walked around for a while. You were sure Jungkook was playing games somewhere upstairs, or waiting to help you finish setting up your phone, but you decided to head to the reading nook, wanting a bit of time to yourself and to explore the books stocked in there.

After a few hours just reading and sitting on the soft rocking chair, you heard a knock at the door. Namjoon was there, smiling at the sight of you in his favorite chair.

"Hey," he said, stepping closer to you. "Mind if I talk to you for a bit?" After seeing the wary look on your face as you slowly closed your book, he rushed to clarify. "It's nothing bad, don't worry."

He settled in a chair next to you. "I just wanted to thank you again for helping out. You don't understand how great it is to have you here."

Your lips curved into a smile as well and you looked away bashfully. "It's nothing really, it would be weird if I could've helped and didn't. Especially since you've all been so kind, letting me stay here. I want to repay you for that."

Namjoon went to shake his head, about to tell you that no, you would never have to repay them, if anything all this was him repaying you, trying to right a past wrong, but an idea came into his head instead.

"You know," he started carefully, trying not to give away any excitement. "If you wanted to repay me, you could keep me company today? There's a new bookstore that opened up and it looks pretty cool. I was going to go get more books, maybe donate some later. You wanna check it out with me?" He finished his question, searching your face for any signs of you wanting to join him.

Your eyes lit up in interest. Bingo. "That sounds awesome! I'd love to."

"We could walk there, if you don't mind walking. I looked it up, it's not far." He mentioned and you nodded, getting up quickly.

"I'll have to get dressed. I'll meet you by the front door?" You asked and he nodded, heading over to the door after grabbing his stuff and waiting for you. He bounced on his toes impatiently, keys jingling in his hand. He was eager to spend more time with you, feeling pushed aside by all the excitement of everyone else in your life. Namjoon didn't think of himself as the most captivating man and he personally knew all his boyfriends were incredible and mesmerizing, he couldn't compare alongside them. But spending some time with you outside the house would guarantee him the time to talk with you like he used to, over your favorite thing: books.

You came trodding down the stairs in overalls a bit too large for you, the straps falling down your arms over your pink sweater. You had a wide smile on your face, calling out excitedly to him. "Let's go!"

As you walked down the street, you chattered excitedly about what you had been reading lately, Namjoon joining in with what he thought about it. He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to his side as you turned onto a busier street, holding you near in the bustle of people. He tried to ignore the perfect way your warm hand fit in his, telling himself it was purely so you could stay together and not get separated. On the other hand, you were hardly paying attention to it at all, so caught up in the description of the book you had been that you had been surprised when you stopped at the door of the bookstore.

"Here we are," Namjoon announced, pushing the door open and watching your expression closely, the joy and wonder slowly lighting your eyes as you stepped in. The chimes attached to the door played a melodic sound, the afternoon light hazing through the stained-glass windows at the front of the store. There were warm colored light bulbs hanging over the space, half cafe and tables and half shelves and beanbags. "It's still pretty new, so it's not as crowded yet. And if you want to read while eating you have to buy the book first. You know, for sanitary reasons."

In a daze, you drifted over to the bookshelves, you quickly examining every book on the shelf and Namjoon picking up every one you found interesting. You didn't have to say it, he could see the sparkle in your eyes when you found a book you thought was particularly intriguing, had seen that same look countless times before in the low light of your phone flashlight when the two of you were supposed to be asleep.

Eventually, you turned to him, probably going to say something about the place and stopped short noticing Namjoon holding a stack of books. "Namjoon," you said warningly, and his smile only grew.

Innocently, he responded, "Yes?"

"Why do you have all those books?" You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to explain, but you already knew what he was going to say.

"So I can buy them for you." He stated simply, as if it just made sense, like he just had to buy these books for you.

"No, Namjoon, that's too many, they're like 18 dollars each!" You reached out for them exasperatedly to put them back and he ducked away, holding them up above his head so you wouldn't be able to reach them.

"What's the point of going to a bookstore if you don't buy books? Besides, I needed some new ones for the house anyways." He reasoned, making excuses.

You let out a big sigh and reached into your pocket. "Luckily, I brought some cash with me this time. How much are all those?" You looked up from counting the money you had pulled out, Namjoon having already walked towards the register and started paying for the books.

You stomped over. "Namjoon!"

"What? I said I wanted these for the house. I can't make you pay for them."

You looked at his face as he leaned against the counter, his stupid, smug face and huffed. "Fine. But I'm paying for lunch."

"Aren't those your savings?" He asked, concern leaking into his expression.

"Maybe." You responded cryptically, but the answer was obvious.

"Don't, I'll pay. You save that for an emergency, okay?" Namjoon said, handing you the bag of books and moving you towards the opposite side to order at the Cafe.

"I can't just keep being dependent on you guys." You looked up at him, as defiant and stubborn as ever and he smiled in spite of himself. You really were just like he remembered.

"It's called accepting help. We help you, and then if you want, you can help us. Think of this as your reward for taking care of everyone while I had to work, hmm?"

"I thought my company was your reward?"

"No, your company is you thanking me for staying at the house. These books are me thanking you for helping out." Namjoon stepped up to the counter, ordering for the both of you, somehow getting exactly what you were craving right then. It should've surprised you that he still knew your favorite food but somehow it didn't. He was just thoughtful like that, you reasoned with yourself.

He turned around tray of food in hand, turning to the cafe tables. "You can just seat yourself anywhere there's room."

You watched him for a moment, moving ahead of you confidently. Everything he said since you got here started to loop in your head and as you sat down in front of the spot he chose, you couldn't hide your smile.

"You know," you started, eyeing him with a knowing self-assurance. "You said you wanted to check this place out. But you've already been here before, haven't you?"

"What makes you say that?" Convincing to someone else maybe, but you knew him better. His hands shook slightly and his voice was a bit deeper, him forcing it to be calm.

"Just admit it!" You laughed. "If you already knew what this place was like, why did you pretend like you've never been?"

"I dunno, I thought it'd be fun." He pushed around some noodles in his bowl, taking a bite of the add-ins first, like he always did, wanting to leave the broth and noodles for last. He looked up at you from underneath his eyelashes, head still tilted down towards their bowl. "We always did adventure together before."

"We did." You agreed simply.

For no reason at all, your smiles both grew staring into each other's eyes and you decided to start eating your food.

It wasn't that you were trying to stare, it's just that there was a lot to look at. Namjoon was a large person, always had been, broad shouldered and tall, and loud and bright too. But now he had filled out where he was slender before, arms chiseled and thighs thick. His domineering presence and almost tangible confidence was enough to fill the room. He was definitely different from when you were kids. Everything about him now, the way he sat with his legs casually spread apart, the way he stood straight and tall, the way he just took up space even in the corner of a room, everything about the way he carried himself made it impossible not to pay attention to him.

"You're staring." He singsonged, flicking a piece of carrot at you with a smirk. You flicked it back and rolled your eyes.

"So what did happen while I was away? I just came home and you and Jimin are friends now?" He asked, taking a sip of the drink he ordered while you spoke.

You tilted your head, considering a better way to phrase it. "Trying to be, yeah. He apologized--"

Namjoon choked on his drink. "He what? Jimin never apologizes first. I thought he'd stay cold until you left honestly."

"Yeah, Jungkook said something to him, it made him apologize, I guess." You shrugged.

"Mm, Jungkook's always had a way of getting through to people when he sets his mind to it. So, how was helping him out?"

You told him everything. From the morning to the night, about each day, how Jin would talk your ear off, how Yoongi snored loud enough for you to hear it down the hall, how Taehyung was absolutely delirious the whole time and you now owe him a ridiculous amount of cuddles, and the lead up to Jimin apologizing.

He chuckled as he listened, the light through the window making him seem like he was glowing, the special time of day where light seemed like liquid gold, lacing golden strands through his hair.

After a long pause when you had finished, silence interjected with eating and sips of your drinks, he said, "You remember that day, when we went on that trip to the beach?"

"And you tripped over that rock and slid down that hill? Yeah, I remember."

He laughed, loud and sudden, remembering it all at once. "Yes, but no. I mean, when we were looking up at those stars and talking about--"

"Our future plans?" You finished with a nostalgic smile, and he nodded, his own smile matching yours.

"Yeah. Did you ever think we'd be back here again?" He said, leaning forward towards you slightly, almost unnoticeable if you hadn't been watching him so close.

"I never thought you'd talk to me again." You admitted quietly.

This seemed to surprise him, brows crinkling in confusion. "Why wouldn't I?"

"You didn't seem to want anything to do with me before."

"Oh no, I..." He stopped, seeming to think about how to phrase it. "I won't make excuses. I was avoiding you, because, in a way, I wanted to avoid feeling guilty."

"Guilty?"

His brows furrowed as he began to look ashamed. "I had been so horrible before. I was arrogant and rude, and I want you to know that I did care for you. Us being together wasn't a fluke. At least I don't think so."

"I..." Your voice shook, thick and heavy with emotion and you realized you were crying as your vision blurred.

"Shit," he hissed, getting up and rushing over to your side of the table, kneeling next to your seat. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. All I seem to be doing lately is apologizing." He loked up at you earnestly. "But I really can't apologize enough."

"No, no, it's okay, I'm... I'm happy." You smiled at him, shaking your head. You picked up his hand, holding it close in both of yours. "Thank you, I just thought that maybe... I also cared about you. A lot. And I'm sorry I pushed you away." You let out a wet laugh, and Namjoon moved a napkin below your eyes. "Especially since I ended up accepting your help anyways."

"It's fine. We're here now." His brilliant smile returned, warm like the afternoon sun, and you couldn't resist smiling even wider, both of you there like grinning fools for longer than necessary.

"And we're fixing old mistakes." You sighed, cheeks dry as Namjoon pulled back and you let his hand go slowly. "I seem to be crying a lot lately." You commented sarcastically.

Namjoon's smile took on a softer, dreamier edge as he said, "I'll do my best to break that pattern."

"We should head home, right?" You sighed as he stood.

"We can stay a little longer. You haven't creased your books yet."

"Oh my god, there's nothing wrong with dog-earring the pages!" You groaned, the years old argument you two had coming back.

"It's defacing property!" He argued playfully.

"It's my property!" You argued back, tucking the bag close to your chest.

"I thought you didn't want me to buy you those." He commented smugly.

"But you did, so they're mine!" You crossed your arms dramatically and he laughed, sitting back down, and you two talked over books and memories.

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Later that night, when you were finally home, lying in bed with one of the books you just couldn't put down, you heard a knock at your door. You sat up a bit, seeing Jin peek his head in. He was biting back a smile and his hands were held behind his back as he entered, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Hey, getting ready for bed?" He asked.

You nodded, sitting up fully. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh, no, I just have another gift for you," He revealed what he was hiding behind his back, a laptop box. He handed it to you excitedly, watching you gasp and open it. "I just figured, since you have a new phone, it'd be nice if you had a laptop of your own to use, especially when you want to start working, so I ordered this for you. Of course, you can totally just use it for leisure, I can give you the passwords to the streaming services we have and you can--"

You cut off his rambling with a big hug, pushing yourself forward to wrap your arms around him. "Thank you, Jin, thank you so much. Ever since I've been here you've just been trying to take care of me and--"

He heard your voice start to wobble and shushed you, soothing you and patting your back. "No more tears, okay lovebug? It only makes sense that I'd take care of you. You're my favorite, remember?" He joked with a conspiratorial wink, getting up. "Enjoy your new things, you deserve them. Good night."

"Night, Jin." You said, taking your new laptop and charger out the box. Something all my own, you thought to yourself. You spent the night familiarizing yourself with the laptop, heart warm from Jin's thoughtfulness.

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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part 1)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (fluff, roommates au, slow burn, but honestly everyone will be falling in love unrealistically fast)

Namjoon was a simple person.

He woke up every morning, kissed each of his boyfriends awake, went out onto the porch and watched the sun rise at 7 in the morning.

Then he went inside, ate the breakfast his boyfriends made for him, and they all got ready for the day, some dressing up for work, some getting ready for other things. Being the CEOs of their own businesses and in charge of their own careers meant they all had both a flexible work schedule and a lot of work to be done.

But Namjoon was used to hard work. He had worked hard throughout school and college, getting the top grades, running clubs, being class president and valedictorian. He was his parents pride and joy, and when it came time to utilize his business degree he did so dutifully.

For about two years. Then, he met Yoongi, who was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth just like him and had the attitude to match, and decided to chase his dream of music again.

His parents didn't like that too much.

But he was good at it, and his parents couldn't deny all the money that he started raking in, adding the entertainment industry to a list of things his family dominated over.

And he would never regret it either, because those connections are how he met Jin, fresh out of the acting school oven, and Jungkook, who was going to school for photography after practically being born with a camera in his hand to one of the largest technology and software giants.

And, after a couple years, when Namjoon decided to sit back and start producing instead, he found Hoseok, an up and coming rapper who he knew from the start was gonna go places. And Jungkook found Jimin, casually decked out in Chanel, while looking for a model for a photography project of his. And Jimin wasn't going anywhere without Taehyung, who he was wandering around a shopping mall with, which was fine with Jungkook, because they were both model material.

And somewhere along the way they all fell into place, movie nights and dinners, and sleepovers and waking up next to each other and staying at Namjoon's house for days, then weeks at a time until they decided to stop kidding themselves and officially move in.

They had become a permanent fixtures of Namjoon's life and he never wanted anything to change. He had never been this happy in his life.

Except, with his phone ringing in his hand during movie night, them all snuggled into each other like its not the movie they're here for, he's wondering if he'd been wrong about not wanting to change anything.

Because, to be honest, Namjoon would change how he treated you. On his phone, there was your contact picture on the screen, smiling and shining in the light of the sunset he had taken it in. You said you hated how your smile looked in it but he loved it, because it was you, and he loved you.

Past tense.

At least, romantically, because, Namjoon doesn't think he would ever stop thinking about you completely. You were his childhood best friend, had grown up in the house across the street from his, had been there when he learned how to ride a bike, had helped him study all through high-school. Namjoon had been smart, but you were brilliant.

But brilliance only does so much, and when your family had suffered an economic crisis, going to the school of your dreams was no longer an option. Most schools weren't an option, almost all of the money you family had put aside for your college fund withdrawn to help pay bills.

Namjoon had offered help, his parents were fond of you as his smart, beautiful, kind girlfriend, but you and your family were proud and stubborn.

It put a strain on your relationship, even though you both tried to dance around it, and when your father moved for a job transfer, that thread finally snapped. And Namjoon will admit he was a bit of an asshole back then, too rich to develop a personality, and didn't want to be tied to a long distance relationship while in college. If there was one thing Namjoon could change it was the way he treated you towards the end, when you could both feel your relationship dissolving and didn't know what to do.

So he let you go, with the promise that you'd stay in touch, and never ignore each other and blah blah blah, quickly regretting it once he got to college and could think about missing you, but too proud to own up to it, instead living like you never exited out of pride and spite. It had been to long to act like nothing happened and talk to you again.

Now, though, he was staring at his phone ring with his possible first love on the screen, and--

"Are you gonna just keep staring at that or are you gonna answer?" Jin huffed on the other couch, snuggled up against Taehyung, probably waiting for Namjoon to do something a normal person would do.

"Right," Namjoon said. "I should answer." He continued to stare.

Yoongi sighed, pausing the TV, the ringing sound starting to make his ears hurt. "Just go into the other room."

"Right, yeah," Namjoon stood, walking into the next room. "Okay."

Namjoon felt like his brain would explode, but he figured he should answer the phone before his brain cells completely die on him. He swiped his thumb across the screen. "Hello?"

A sob poured through the speaker, the sound of rain thundering in the background. "Joon? Is that you?"

"Yes, this is-- Y/n, are you crying?"

A sniffle. "No?"

"Y/n, whats wrong?"

"I... I need help, Namjoon."

Namjoon blinked. Then blinked again.

"You still there? Hello?"

"Yeah, I'm here, sorry, just waiting to see if the world was ending."

"Namjoon stop, I'm being serious." You scoffed, but he could still hear the smile in your voice.

"Okay, okay. What do you need me to do?" He made his voice as encouraging as possible, if you were genuinely asking for help he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. And since you were calling him crying after years of radio silence, something must be really wrong.

"It would be great if you could lend me a place to stay. I was fired from my job and I just got evicted from my apartment, and my boyfriend broke up with me so I can't stay there, and my parents moved back to Korea last year so I have no family in the States anymore." Your voice got progressively more garbled from holding back tears, almost full on sobbing again at this point. "None of my friends have any space for me or the funds to help me and--"

"Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart, everything's gonna be alright, okay?"

It had been years, since Namjoon heard your voice last. It sounded like this then too, you holding back tears and pretending like it didn't kill you inside to hear him break up with you. It was what you both needed, although he was a bit harsh, the relationship had become stale and awkward, putting a strain on your friendship, and the novelty was wearing off.

Hearing your voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when you were all he had. How you were his everything, supported him with everything you had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off your back.

For some reason those memories didn't feel as far as they usually did.

"Joon?" Y/n sniffled, taking his pause for denial. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, its been years,"

"No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, its okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?"

A huffed, snotty laugh came through the receiver. At least he could still make her laugh, even if it was at his already broken promise. "Yeah, we did. So, then..?"

"You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like old times, okay?" Namjoon was tripping over his words now, he just felt like if he didn't see her now, he would be too late for... something. What, he wasn't sure, but there was an urgent need to have her home safe.

Home?

"Okay, thank you again so much, I'm so sorry. Can you send me your address? I'll drive there."

"Of course, and don't be sorry. I'll see you soon?"

"Soon."

The call ended.

Namjoon walked back into the room, staring at his phone the same way he did when it was still ringing, still not sure if that really happened.

"Everything okay? You look pretty shaken up." Jimin asked, looking him over with concern. Everyone, actually, now that he had looked up, was looking him with concern. Namjoon was never good at masking his emotions.

"Yeah, I uh," he paused, wondering how to explain this. "An old friend just called me, crying, said they were kicked out of their apartment. I kinda promised them they'd be able to stay here without thinking about how you'd all feel about it, I'm sorry."

"Hey, that's alright," Hoseok said. He started pulling Namjoon back onto the couch. "Any friend of Joonie is a friend of ours." He squished Namjoon's cheeks, making little noises until Namjoon laughed.

"Yeah, when are they getting here? Will they be able to attend our video game tournament tomorrow?" Taehyung cheered. "I'm gonna win this time!"

"Nuh uh! You still can't beat me at Mario Kart!" Jungkook play-punched his shoulder.

Namjoon blinked again. "Oh, I actually didn't think to ask how long it'd take them..."

"Jeez, with all the thinking you don't do, it's surprising your IQ is so high." Jin teased, breezing past him to get to the linen closet. "Who's going to help me set up the guest room?"

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You had had the shittiest day.

Sure, things weren't going great with your boyfriend. You had been stepping on each other toes for weeks and you had been expecting a blowup to happen. You just thought that it wouldn't be initiated after you spent all day cooking for his lazy ass and before you could get a chance to sit and eat some of what you made.

Suddenly, he 'doesn't like onions'.

Whatever, you could handle that.

Your rent payment didn't go through. Maybe this is because your job has been paying you peanuts for the past month, saying something about not having the funds and 'we'll pay you extra next payday!'. You were half sure this was illegal, but you were one hundred percent sure that it was pissing you off.

But it's fine, because your land lord is usually kind enough to give you extra time to scrounge some savings together.

Apparently, though, he was at the end of his rope with you, and was just waiting for the next mistake so he could kick you out and give the room to more reliable tenants. At least he gave you an hour to pack your things.

Maybe on a normal day you could've handled one or two of these things, but all at once the horrible realization that you had nothing left but your car was too much for you handle, crumpling up into a ball on the curb of your ex-apartment with your sad banged up suitcases, sobbing into the rain.

What would you do? The only friends you had were people in the same conditions as you, working dead end jobs to pay for a tissue box apartment. If they had a couch, they were probably sleeping on it themselves.

You scrolled through your contacts feeling hopeless. Planning on calling your mom to cheer you up at least, since your parents had been doing well since moving back to Korea (your mom's homeland), but you passed a name that gave you pause.

Kim Namjoon.

A boy-- actually, a man, now-- who gave you butterflies. The one person who saw potential in you. The one person you thought would never give up on you.

Thought.

It would be stupid to call him. He's even more rich and successful now than he's ever been. You've seen the billboards, the news, the songs with his name in the credits. He's doing well for himself, probably would be even without all his parents stinking rich influence.

If you called now after years of radio silence it would be... desperate. How would that come off to him? His ex only calling after being dumped in the streets. You had more pride than that.

But a part of you remembered. The late night calls, the talks, the secrets you two exchanged for your ears only. The way he would hold you, look at you like you were his whole world.

Your thumb hit the call button before you could think about it, taking in slow breaths in and out so you weren't a sobbing mess when he answered.

If he answered. For a scary handful of seconds all that came back to you was the dial tone. Then,

"Hello?"

#ot7 x reader #poly!bts x reader #bts x reader #ot7 x y/n #bts x y/n #gbist #omgggg we did it guys!!#first chappie out #who knows how many to go #from my planning i think there'll be about twenty five #maybe more #i really hope to grow with this story #and then write more!!!#fluff #ggggg my pacing is gonna be trash though lol #how long does it take to fall in love???

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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting back Into the Swing of Things (part sixteen)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do, too)

ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, a really long chapter, we are wrapping it up, reader is called a whore twice but not by any of the boys)

A/N: taglist at the bottom!! Enjoy <3

The vacation was wonderful from start to finish, and the boys both loved and hated very moment.

Like now, on the day before it was time to go back home, when they had all decided to spend their last full day on the beach and boardwalk and then finish it off in the jacuzzi, a tight fit with eight people, no matter how big the tub was.

You had been wearing one of the strappy bikinis they bought you. Really it was a joke, something Jimin picked out to fluster you but didn't expect you to wear, and so far it had been serving it's purpose, the awkward blush that popped onto your face every time you had to awkwardly shuffle past it in your suitcase when looking for clothes to wear had been nothing if not entertaining.

However, all your bathing suits and been exhausted and were soaking wet from days of repetitive use. And instead of wearing a wet bathing suit, you went and grabbed the last dry one you had, the aforementioned offending item.

It looked great on you, honestly, but that was the issue. It was a cow print two piece, and a bit... ahem... cheekier than the others. It didn't offer much coverage for the chest either, triangles of fabric connected by strings tied into little bows. You seemed shy about wearing it earlier, but after a while, you didn't seem to have a care in the world, running up and down the beach to chase Jungkook around like you were right out of a Baywatch scene.

"So, what part of this was a good idea to you?" Taehyung hissed at Jimin from his seat in a beach chair next to him, eyes trailing after you as you splashed Jungkook with water down the beach.

"I didn't think she'd actually wear it!" Jimin defended. "She's getting really bold lately." He mumbled, more to himself, but Yoongi, who was in a chair on his other side, still heard.

"Yeah, she sure has. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." He rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his mimosa.

"Jungkook seems to be taking it in stride." Taehyung commented in the way Jungkook seemed to be extra touchy with you lately, especially now, picking you up and throwing into the water only for you to emerge and jump on his back out of revenge, making you both fall into the water.

"Jesus, they're both feral." Yoongi sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

They loved being able to be close to you, and loved that you were comfortable being around them, they were some of the only people you trusted and that made them beam with pride.

But they hated the fact that they were still in public, especially when they were walking down the boardwalk and they could see all the people gawking at you. Jin had pulled you in close to his side with an arm around your waist and the rest of the boys had circled themselves around you, especially obscuring your backside from view.

"The sun is so hot, my muse," Taehyung said, with a tone that implied what he was saying was not exactly what he meant. "Why don't you use my shirt as a cover up? Your skin must be burning."

You weren't paying attention to his voice, too busy staring down the vanilla milkshakes in a store on your left. "Huh? Oh, sure, thank you, Tae." You said shrugging his offered shirt on.

New problem: you looked absolutely adorable in the shirt.

The sleeves fell over your hands and the hem was just at the top of your thighs, showing off your legs. It was preferable to everyone on the boardwalk looking at you, but still pure torture to the boys.

"Can we get milkshakes?" You asked, and the boys were already agreeing before you finished your sentence, walking up to the window with you and letting you order. Yoongi pushed himself close to your side, spotting a man and his friend leering over at you at the booth next to you and meeting his stare, getting him to look away.

They hadn't had to deal with people getting close to you all week, but now that they were one day away from leaving, people were all over you. People had been coming up to you while you lounged in the sun earlier, the boys practically swatting them away like flies. They would commenting on your sandcastle building skills, start random flirty conversations, even try to get you to join volleyball games with them. It was Hoseok's idea to head back to the hotel and stay in the jacuzzi once they realized the allure of a pretty girl on the beach was too strong for most people to resist, having to hold back Jungkook from picking a fight. Just you laying in your lounge chair was picturesque, the way the sun bounced off your skin was hard not to stare at, and too many had people had come up offering to help you put on your sunscreen.

Back in the hotel room, the boys took advantage of the alcohol selection and made their own drinks, Jimin doing tricks with the bottles acting like a fancy bartender and all of you oohing and ahhing to humor him.

You had severely underestimated how much Jimin could drink, and when he challenged you to a contest, you lost easily, him laughing at you barely able to hold yourself up in the tub. He held onto to you as you repositioned and you smiled up at him, drunkenness making open up.

"You're so sweet to me, Jiminie," you mumbled, playing with his hair.

He grinned back, maybe not completely immune to the alcohol's effect. "You have no idea how sweet I could be, darling."

That was met with a splash, ruining the mood, and Jungkook blinking innocently as he apologized. But it seemed to snap you two out of it. The white shirt being used to cover you up didn't work when it was wet, instead looking twice as tempting as it stuck to your skin. Taehyung stared down at his cards, trying not to focus on the way your long legs were draped over the edge of the hot tub, you pushing into Jungkook's side as you played with the waterproof cards he brought.

You were losing all of the games, but having so much fun you didn't care, setting the cards down with so much confidence you may as well have been on a winning streak. However, in the middle of one of the games, you sat up straight, remembering something and going down into the rooms without a word, tracking water all over the place. You returned with an envelope, handing it to Jimin, slipping back into the hot tub.

"I got you a present, Minnie, here." He took it eagerly, he loved presents, but was careful to dry his hands before opening it.

It was tickets, eight tickets to Xolani's fashion show, the show he's been wanting to go to for weeks now. "You got these for me?"

You nodded, looking proud of yourself as you saw how much he liked the gift. "I talked to Xolani. She remembered me and was all too happy to catch up again. I told her about you and she gave me tickets!"

If he wasn't sure about how much he cared for you before, this would've cemented it for him. You listened to him, and actually did what you could to get it for him, no money required. He was speechless as he looked up at you, smile wobbly and full of warmth, and he probably would've actually kissed you right then and there had your phone not started ringing. Jungkook passed it to you, and you answered it, your happy face becoming serious as you spoke to the person in the other line.

"Yes, this is she. An interview? I can come in on the 5th." You spoke, your face becoming more and more excited. "Yes. Yes. Thank you so much. Have a good day, thank you." You hung up, kicking your feet in the water happily.

"What was that, cupcake?" Jin asked, watching you bounce in place excitedly.

"I got a call back for a job! They want to interview me and I can start right after!"

A job? The words sunk in in everyone brains, and while they wished they could share in your excitement, it actually dampened their mood. You getting a job meant less time you could spend in the house. Less time playing video games, or cooking with them, or just being there for them to cuddle with.

"That's great, Y/n. What place is it for?" Namjoon asked eventually, taking the mature route.

"It's a coffee shop, the one a couple blocks away? Soobin and his friends work there, we'd be able to share the same shifts and stuff, so I'd be working with my friends! It's gonna be so fun." You cheered, Another silence. This time, you caught on, pouting. "Okay, what's wrong?

"Listen, you don't have to worry too much about getting a job, we are totally fine with helping you--" Jin said, but you shook your head.

"It's not just help though, at this point you guys are doing everything for me. I want to do stuff for you too, and I want to do stuff for me." You pleaded. "And it's unlikely that I'll be able to do anything professional without a degree."

They shared hesitant looks, then Yoongi sighed, "You'll really be happy with a coffee shop job?"

"Yes I promise. The atmosphere is so nice, and I'm already great at making coffee." You giggled at your statement, no one could disagree with that.

Hoseok, happy to see you happy, commented, "We have a couple spare cars you can use to go to and from work."

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Don't worry, bunny. You'll just pay us back later." Jungkook shrugged.

"Now I'm starting to think you guys are teasing me." You scoffed, splashing him with a small wave of water. He giggled, unphased.

"Oh, we absolutely are."

Going back home was both disappointing and exciting, you were ready to sleep in a bed that's all your own, even if you did like sharing it with the boys. And while you missed your daily life, surrounded by all your usual things, you knew you'd miss the luxury and convenience of an all inclusive resort vacation.

And being able to see the boys in swimsuits 24/7, but that's besides the point.

The boys were extra whispery on the way back, talking with smiles and hidden giggles until you would walk up, and they'd look at you with an unreadable glint in their eye. Were they talking about you? Was it good or bad? You hoped it wasn't bad. You had tried to take the advice of your friends and be more bold with them, but what if they didn't like you? What if they thought you were desperate and were laughing at how clingy you had been?

These were the thoughts you tormented yourself with while unpacking, until you heard Hoseok yell out from the living room. "Uh, guys? You might wanna see this."

This turned out to be a gossip news channel playing on the television, and as you all gathered in the living room in front of the TV you could see exactly who it was about.

You and Namjoon.

Well, technically, it was about Namjoon and a mystery girl who, reporters believe, he whisked off to have a romantic weekend with, just the two of them. No pictures had the other boys in it. There were just blurry, far-off pictures of you and Namjoon walking on the beach holding hands and playing in the hot tub together, and you must admit, you perched in his lap to escape from a bee did look an awful lot like a romantic embrace. Supposedly, people were formulating rumors that you and Namjoon had been secretly dating for a long time as you were in a lot of his closest friends Instagram pictures, and reporters were starting to dig up dirt on who you were.

You started to feel dread grip your bones, you had no idea how the rest of the boys would interpret those pictures. What if they believed the media, and thought you were trying to seduce Namjoon that night? You two did look a little too close for friends. Biting your lip, you slowly slipped out of the room, escaping to avoid their reactions.

Namjoon rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "I guess we couldn't expect complete peace. Yoongi, your lawyers would probably handle this best."

"Already on it." Yoongi said, phone pressed to his ear.

Taehyung shook his head, pretending to scold Namjoon. "Letting the paparazzi catch you on a romantic getaway. What an amateur."

"She sure looked cozy in your lap." Jungkook added with a matching teasing grin.

"Oh, shut it, she was just trying to get away from a bee that was behind her." He chuckled, turning to you so you could defend him, then noticing you weren't in the room. "Where's Y/n?"

"She was right behind me when I came in..." Jimin said, brows furrowing. "Princess?" He called out. No response.

"Bunny?"

"Angel!"

"You don't think she's upset, do you?" Jin questioned and they all looked at each other, then went back to looking for you with twice as much urgency. They spread out, calling your names, looking in different parts of the house.

Yoongi, however, went straight towards his home studio.

He slowly opened the door, trying not to make any noise, and there you were. Under the blanket he kept on his couch, shaking and sniffling, the lights of the room not even turned on. He stepped over to the couch, quietly crouching by your side. "No one's mad at you, kitten."

You stopped sniffling, popped your head out, tears streaming down your face. "But I made a rumor and--"

"No, kitten, the paparazzi made a rumor. It's okay. Dating scandals happen all the time, you wouldn't believe how many we've been in. This is nothing new. And none of us are angry about it." He explained softly, wiping the tears off your cheek and holding your face in his hand. "Okay?"

"Okay." You mumbled back and he lifted the covers, slipping in next to you as you squeezed him tight, getting comfort from his hold on you. He pulled out his phone firing off a quick text to the other boys that he found you.

No more than a week or two after you all got back, Namjoon got a call from his father to come meet him immediately. Urgent calls like that weren't common so he hurried down, wondering about what his father might have to say to him. He talked with his father often, and had a pretty close relationship with him and still couldn't decipher what this meeting would be about.

And after getting to his dad's office and speaking with him, Namjoon had what felt like a complete bombshell dropped on him.

"What did you just say?" He asked, not believing it the first time.

His father sighed, head in his hands as his mother rubbed his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. "Your grandfather said that you either take over the business, or he shuts it down. He wants you, as the heir, to be the next CEO and would rather see it destroyed than in the hands of someone other than our family."

"That's not even fair." Namjoon protested. "Everything this business has become is because of you, if anyone should have the say over it shutting down, it should be you."

"Yeah, but it's all technically still in his ownership. He set conditions." His father looked defeated already.

"What conditions?"

"He wants you to take over, and he wants you to have a wife within the next year who is able to produce an heir with you."

"That's crazy."

"I know. I'm going to tell him that we're not going to do it." His father moved to pick up the phone and Namjoon stopped him. His father had worked too hard to give up all his earnings like that, no one was a more dedicated person than his father. It was where Namjoon got his work ethic from, where he got his motivation to strike out on his own.

"No, you can't, the business is like your baby."

"Namjoon, you're my baby, and I won't force you into an arranged marriage." His father looked up at him, just as stubborn and determined, and it was Namjoon's turn to sigh now.

"I... Lemme figure something out." He said eventually.

His mother smiled at him warmly. "That big brain of yours is always thinking. We'll let you think about it, but don't rush into anything."

Going home was a quiet drive, nothing, not even the radio was on as he thought of the possibilities, mind racing. As he walked in the door he was still lost in thought, attracting the attention of his boyfriends on the couch.

"Hey, Joon." Jimin, Jin, Taehyung and Hoseok were in one big cuddle pile on the couch, greeting him cheerfully, the others elsewhere in the house. He smiled back, but it was obviously strained, as he walked past the couch.

"What's wrong?" Jin asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the couch.

He sat, reluctantly, and explained the situation after a bit of coaxing. "I just don't know what to do. I need to find a wife within a year that won't be just trying to use me or some crazy fan trying to break us apart."

"I always thought your grandfather was a prick." Hoseok scoffed.

"Yeah, he is." Namjoon chuckled. "But now, he has the power to let everything my dad has ever accomplished die, unless I marry someone I don't care about."

"Yikes." A voice at the door said. It was you and Jungkook, a cup in your hand. "Sorry, we just came down to get some water and heard your voice. Are you okay?" You asked, eyebrows crinkled in concern.

Namjoon shook his head, waving you off. The last thing he wanted to do was bring you into his family business. "I'll figure something out."

"It sounds like there's only two things you can do." Jungkook shrugged, joining the cuddle pile.

You walked up, worried. "Joon, if you need help, I wouldn't mind."

Namjoon shook his head, adamantly. "I can't do that to you."

"It's fine. And besides, me not helping you won't make the problem go away." You insisted.

"She's probably your best bet, Namjoon." Jimin added. "The media has already even you two together, people already think you're dating. If you marry some random person, people will get suspicious, and you know as well as anyone that suspicion can ruin a business."

"And we know that bunny would never try to use you or hurt us." Jungkook said, reaching out to pinch your cheek, and you swatted his hand away playfully. "I stand corrected." He fake pouted.

"I'm okay with it, Joon. I want to help you, and getting married to you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." You said again and he looked at you, wanting to make sure you were really okay with it.

"Really? I mean don't think you have to--"

"No, honestly, it's fine," I don't see myself marrying anyone else after the kindness you've shown me, you thought to yourself. "Think of it as me repaying your kindness." You said instead.

"This is a big ask. We'd be getting actually married. Like, legally. And if we wanted to unmarried we'd have to go through divorce and papers and... what if you meet someone who you love, and can't go after them..."

You cut him off, anyway knowing there's no way that would happen. "Joon, I want to help you. Please?"

A long look passed between the two, you him looking in the eyes, and him really looking and searching you for the slightest bit of hesitation, finding none. "If your really okay with it. Then fine. But we'll have to act like we're an actual couple. We have to make people believe that we're in love or else everyone will be sticking their nose in our business all the time."

"But, i have a question," you began to ask. "Aren't you guys dating? Won't the public find it weird if we get married when you have six boyfriends?"

"Well, no one really knows we're together." Jin shrugged.

"What?

"We never said anything explicitly, but we're always together." Jimin said. "If they haven't figured it out by now, that's on them."

Namjoon chuckled, then stood up with his phone in his hand to tell his parents the decision. "I'll let my parents Know. They actually don't know we got in touch again... I wonder how they'll react."

---

"My baby!" Namjoon's mother wrapped you up in her arms, nuzzling into you like a lion with its cub and pulled away for a moment to swat Namjoon's shoulders angrily. "Why didn't you tell me that you were talking again?" She turned back to you, all warmth and kindness again. "I've been worried sick about you, darling, how have you been? You must tell me everything."

His parents' reaction, or rather Namjoon's mother's reaction, was to throw a giant engagement party, which she said was make to sure the media caught wind of the event, but Namjoon was starting to think it was just excuse for her to see you and talk with you again. You really were like the daughter she never had, and when you broke up with Namjoon, she was upset that she couldn't see you as often.

As Namjoon's mother swooped you and Namjoon off, introducing you to guests and catching up, the boys settled at a table, resigning themselves to just watching you flit around and look pretty as you charmed everyone you spoke with. They had spoken about this, from now on, they couldn't show any romantic affection to you or Namjoon in public, which wasn't a problem, they weren't big on flaunting their relationship anyway, but it was a little saddening that they couldn't hold you close like they wanted to. The closest to you they could get was probably if they were slow dancing, but even that would look suspicious if you getting too close to someone who wasn't your future husband. They would have to put their plans of getting you to date them on hold as well, at least until all of this quieted down.

"They really do look perfect together." Yoongi said. The natural way Namjoon's arm wrapped around your waist and the way you would lean into him while talking with guests made it look as if you two had been together all your lives, which technically you had.

"And she's obviously winning over everyone in the room." Taehyung said, everyone who spoke with you left with a pleasant smile on their face, charmed by your kindness.

"Does Namjoon have to be all over her though?" Jungkook laughed, referring to the way Namjoon wouldn't leave your side for a second, a hand or arm always on you.

"He's having too much fun with this." Jimin chuckled.

And honestly, both of you were. There was something so comforting at being able to be close with Namjoon like this again. And reuniting with some of his family members that ere invited to the party. Namjoon's grandfather wasn't there, but that was probably for the best. You doubted you would be able to play nice with someone who didn't care about others.

And Namjoon's mother was so kind, you really did miss her so much. She reminded you of your own mother. She stepped away to grab some snacks for you, imploring Namjoon to come with her to help her carry stuff for her and you waited idly, looking around and observing the party.

"Hey, honey," your mother's voice filled your ears and you sighed. Gosh, you were even hallucinating your mother's voice now.

"Y/n L/n, don't ignore your mother!"

You turned around, seeing your mother and father standing there, you mother's hands on her hips. Wait, your mother was really here?

You rushed towards them, flinging your arms around them in a giant hug, holding them close for a while but they weren't complaining, hugging you back with the same energy.

"I can't believe your here!"

"We wouldn't miss our daughters engagement party." Your father smiled.

"Which you didn't invite us to." Your mother added, and you had no way of explaining it without going all the way back to the beginning.

So you did. You told your mother everything, even the things you didn't tell her before, finally coming completely clean with them. When you finished, you mother was wiping a tear away, saying, "I can't believe all that happened to you honey. Why didn't you tell us anything?"

"I wanted to be independent. I didn't want you to think I couldn't handle being on my own."

"Darling, we are so proud of you. But I wish you would've let us help you. We went so long not hearing from you, it worried us sometimes."

"I know. And it'll never happen again."

You went through the rest of the party, your parents going off to reunite with each other as they had been best friends too. As the night started to approach, Namjoon went up to the mic, pulling you onto the stage with him.

"Thank you all for coming, I don't usually do parties like these, but this was too important to let go by. It's me and Y/n's anniversary, and I have something I wanted to tell her." Namjoon then got down on one knee, making the room quiet. You pretended to be shocked, like you had planned, this was supposed to be a surprise engagement on you and Namjoon's anniversary.

"Y/n, ever since you have come into my life you have lit up my world. Everything is better with you around and I never want to be without you," he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a box, opening it to reveal the shiniest diamond you ever seen in your life. "So, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" You answered immediately, everyone cheering and whistling as Namjoon slid the ring onto your finger.

"Hi, fiancee." He whispered to you and you held back a giggle. This was really happening now. You were en route to marry your first love. Fake marry, but still, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

---

As it turns out, being fake engaged was a lot of work. You and Namjoon were in the public eye, showing off your relationship as much as possible. You really must applaud people who do relationships as a publicity stunt, you never understood how much work it was to look like you're in love.

Namjoon would take you on big dates, renting out restaurants to take you out for dinner, big romantic gestures that the paparazzi was never too far to witness. You felt bad for taking away his time with the boys, but they honestly seemed overjoyed, complimenting you both when you would get dressed up to go on dates. They'd pick out outfits for you, pay for you to get your hair done, drive you around to work. The media ate it up, happy to see you spending time and getting to know Namjoon's "friends". And some people who had initially labeled you as a poor gold digger even changed their tune after finding out you still worked at a cute little coffee shop after being engaged to Namjoon and not weren't with him for his money and to be taken care of.

It was going perfectly, but you were starting how fake the dates really were. When you two would sit across from each other and actually get invested in conversation, forgetting that it was all for the camera, when you would go on moonlit walks and hold hands and he would call you honey even with no one around to hear. It was all starting to feel too real. And somehow, it was only making your relationship with the rest of the boys stronger-- you didn't know that the marriage gave them a sense of security, a feeling that they had actually you to themselves now, if they couldn't all marry you, at least one could the rest of them could just spoil you to death. And spoil you they had, all the dress and jewelry you and been wearing had been gifts from them, they would've bought you your own car if you hadn't stopped them, settling for one of the spares they had offered you and just getting some decorations to make it feel more like yours.

But right now you were driving to Namjoon's office, stopping by to see him and go home together. He could drive, but he preferred not to, usually carpooling with Yoongi.

You walked up the steps, lost in thought about how weird you're life been lately, in a good way, definitely, but usually life takes a hammer and beats you down every once in a while.

And maybe you just jinxed yourself.

"Y/n!" Your ex calls out your name, stepping away from the wall he was leaning against. You instantly freeze in your tracks, you hadn't even noticed him there. You look around the mostly empty sidewalk. If you needed to, you could make a break for the lobby but hopefully there would be no need for that.

He stepped up to you, casually starting conversation like you ever wanted to see him again. "Thank goodness, I've been trying to contact you, did you change your number?"

"Um.. yes." You squeaked out.

"Yeah, I figured, you weren't picking up any of my calls." He rubbed at the scruff of his beard. He didn't have a beard when you broke up with him. Everything about him seemed different, rougher. You didn't like it.

You tried to cut off the conversation before it started, keeping your hands firmly in the pockets of your coat as you took small, subtle steps back. "Listen, I don't know why you're here--"

He cut you off instead, tone getting louder. "Why I'm here? I'm here because the guys you've been traipsing around with are hounding me. What did you tell them about me?"

You stuttered, not liking the way his voice was raising abs having no idea what he was taking about. "I-I didn't, I don't--"

Your ex barreled on. "You didn't tell them anything? Then why is it, that I'm getting calls from my lawyer telling me that your new rich friends are going after me. Are you trying to get more money? Huh? You wanna sure me? Or put me away so you can take everything from me? Are you that upset about me breaking up with you that you started whoring yourself out to seven guys so they do your bidding and try to lock me up?!" You were starting to hyperventilate now, visibly trying to back and get away from him, which he didn't like. "Answer me!" He yelled, bringing a hand down to, most likely, hit you.

But it never reached you.

Namjoon stood behind him, firm grip on his hand keeping it from ever touching you. The expression in his face was nothing but fierce loyalty and hated fur the man in front of him. "That's enough."

"Our cameras have all of that recorded, sir, please step off the premises, and never contact her or us again." Yoongi said, coming down the steps with two security guards in tow. He stood at your side, slightly in front of you, putting himself between you and your ex and the guards pulled him away. "But thanks for giving us evidence we can use against you in court."

"You fucking whore! I'll make sure you regret this!" Your ex yelled as the guards escorted him away. As soon as he was a safe distance away, Namjoon pulled you into his arms, pressing you close to his chest.

"You're safe now, baby, I promise no lowlife like that will ever hurt you again." He murmured low so only you could hear. You focused on his comforting scent and the steady rhythm of his heart beat. As you looked up at his and Yoongi's concerned faces, you smiled. You really were in good hands.

----

Finally, it was the day of the wedding, and you must say, your mothers had outdone themselves. It was a classic sort of wedding, white and timeless with chandeliers, and crystal candle holders and bejeweled flower centerpieces. All of it screamed elegance and money and you felt bad for making Namjoon's parents foot the bill, but every time you looked at the expression on Namjoon's mother's face you couldn't help but feel like she was getting too much satisfaction out of planning a fake wedding. Even your own mother looked too pleased, fixing your dress for you before you stepped out with happy tears in her eyes.

"Mama, please, this is nothing to cry over," Though your words may have sounded a bit unkind, you were smiling, wiping her tears away for her. It was so comforting to have your mother here with you after so long without her.

"Look at you shaking and trying to tell me it's no big deal." Your mother teased, grabbing your hands to steady their trembling.

It was true, your hand were shaking, but you chalked that up to the countless media figures and celebrities here to publicize your marriage. All eyes were going to be on you, judging your looks, judging your dress. You really liked your dress. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more, and fit you perfectly thanks to the boys personal tailor. Though, you're sure the tailor was more than a little stressed with how the boys would stare her down as she worked, every time a pin pricked your skin you could feel the room's temperature drop.

But you were here now, veil on, dress and shoes on, and waiting for your cue to walk out. Which was soon, you guessed from the way your father stepped in to take your arm.

"My beautiful daughter," he sighed, smoothing a loose hair of yours back into place. "I'm happy for you."

"This is just an arrangement, dad." You corrected again, and he shook his head, a proud smile on his face.

"The wedding, sure. But you still have these great men in your life to take care of you. I'm happy for that."

You had just enough time to give him a genuine smile before it was time for you to walk down the aisle. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself before the doors opened, revealing the crowd of odor waiting in their seats, turning towards you. Gasps filled the room as the opened, people awed by your dress and hair. Whispers came next, you hoped they were good things, but really you couldn't care one bit.

Because Namjoon was waiting for you at the end of the aisle, looking every bit as awestruck as a real husband would seeing their future wife walk towards them, his bottom lip wobbling slightly. His suit looked incredible on him but what else was new, hair slicked back with a little curl hanging over his fore head, the style you always said was your favorite back when you were together. You stepped towards him, one foot in front of the other to the music, thinking of everything you'd been through since you found each other again. How you apologized for everything and finally got closure, the stability you received from them each other and the others boys, the courage to completely detach yourself from your ex and your old life. The way you had been learning to love yourself again with every bit of kindness the boys gave you, the closeness, the cuddling, the compliments, the unconditional care. You looked around the room, spotting the boys-- your boys-- turned around looking at you in the front row, every bit as awestruck as Namjoon looked, smiling with encouragement.

And you were so stupid to think you could do this with no feelings attached.

You kissed your father on the cheek as he gave you away and took Namjoon's hands, stepping up across from him as the officiant began reading through the usual marriage script. But you didn't hear any of it really, the two of you staring into each other's eyes like the secrets of the galaxy were in there, smiles slowly growing on each of your faces and for some reason you were holding back laughter. You were always laughing around Namjoon, always blissful and at peace.

"Do you, Kim Namjoon, take this woman to be your wife, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

"I do." He responded without hesitation, squeezing your hands tight, still not breaking his stare.

"Do you, Y/n L/n, take this man to be your husband, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

Namjoon's intense brown eyes felt like they were burning into yours and you took a deep breath before finally saying, "I do."

The officiant gave you rings, the two of saying, "With this ring, I thee wed," as you placed them on each other hands, the urge to laugh at how unreal this all felt still too strong, biting your lip to hold back the unexplained joy bubbling up inside you. Why were you so happy, just to be standing here with Namjoon, looking into each other's like you'd never see them again?

The officiant continued, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

And before the officiant even finished half his sentence, Namjoon was grabbing your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, the room going up in cheers. As you parted you glanced at where the boys were sitting, some them tearing up too, and let go of the giggles you had been holding back the whole time as Namjoon swept you up off your feet and carried you back down the aisle towards the limo waiting to drive you to the reception.

"We did it!" You laughed, as the limo door shut. "We got married." Even saying the words sounded unreal. Namjoon took your hand again, intertwining them with your hand and wedding ring facing up. It was a simple gold band, very bland compared to the glimmer and sparkle of the engagement ring but you liked it just as much.

"We did." He repeated. "You are now, officially, Mrs. Kim Namjoon."

The two of you were quiet for a moment then burst into laughter again.

"This is so crazy. Did you ever think it would all happen like this?" You shook your head.

"I always hoped we'd get married for real." He said, still looking down at your hands together. They looked nice together.

"Right. Although I'm sure now you would much rather be marrying one of the boys." You looked down now, mood dampened a bit. "I'm still sorry I'm taking that away from you."

He shook his head, wordlessly telling you not to worry about it. "We gave up on marriage a long time ago. It's not exactly legal to marry six people."

"I guess not." You chucked.

Another moment of thoughtful silence, then, he spoke again. "You look incredible in your dress."

"And you look very charming in your suit. I still love your hair like this." You reached up, laying with a few strands. "It looks better on you now somehow. I guess you age like a fine wine."

"Me? You look just as beautiful as you used to, maybe even more now. Your more... I don't know, mature." He sighed, leaning his head on yours. "I feel like we were so childish back then."

"That's because we were."

"Promise me, for real this time, that we'll never lose touch again? No more excuses, no more hiding." He said, face serious and earnest as he spoke, looking you directly in the eyes. "I don't think I could live without you again."

"I promise." And you meant it.

The reception was just as beautiful, a venue with a large, sparkling, cream marble floor, and exquisite food. You and Namjoon were sitting at your own little table in the center of the room, already having cut the cake yet still trying to get it all over the other persons face, you having frosting on your cheek and him having it on his nose as you pushed bites of cake towards each other, giggling like you were only people in the room.

"They look so cute together." Jin sighed from the boys' own table, close but not close enough, wanting to be right there with you both. They were there as Namjoon's closest "friends", still dreading the fact that they couldn't do anything that might be perceived as romantic touching or gestures.

"Yep. They're officially together now, I don't think anybody here thinks they're faking it." Taehyung commented, looking at the reporters that were invited eating up every cute thing you and Namjoon did. "No more PDA with Joonie though." He pouted. Not that they did much before, but still.

"Truly a shame." Jimin added pseudo-solemnly, then started whining. "It just sucks that they get to hold each other all night and we can only talk to them, I'm so jealous--" He turned towards the table again, only you weren't over there. You right in front of him, making him yelp in surprise. "Princess! Geez, you can't just sneak up like that."

"Sorry for spooking you." Your smile turned sad. "And I'm really sorry that you guys aren't the ones getting married. I know how much you all love each other."

"It's okay, lovebug. If Namjoon's happy, we're happy." Jin reassured you, smiling warmly.

"You guys should come on the honey moon." You suggested, making Yoongi choke on his drink.

"What?" He rasped, wanting to clarify that you didn't say what he thought you said.

"I mean, we're going on a 'honey moon' so it doesn't look suspicious, but I don't think we'll be doing anything. You guys should come, keep Namjoon company."

"What will you be doing then?" Jungkook asked.

"I don't know, probably staying in a soundproof room far away." You giggled. "But you guys deserve a honey moon with Namjoon more than I do."

"We'll go, but there's no way you're just staying alone the whole time. We'll pick somewhere fun, maybe another beach, more private this time." Hoseok suggested.

"My parents have a beach house and a strip of private beach, we can go there, and you can play with the crabs again." Taehyung offered, almost reaching over to play with your hand before pulling back.

"Good. As long as you're there. You mean the world to Namjoon." You sighed, happy that they agreed.

"You do too." Yoongi said.

Speaking of Namjoon, he stepped up behind you, kissing you on the cheek. "Why'd you walk off, honey?"

"Uh oh, someone's had too much alcohol." Jimin teased.

Namjoon scoffed. "No, I didn't. It'd look suspicious if I wasn't affectionate with my wife on our wedding day." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist as if proving his point.

"Riiiight." Jimin said, totally believing him.

All in all, the wedding went off without a hitch, no one talking about you in any scandalous light anymore, and article after article being published about how cute you and Namjoon were and you both being everyone's newest favorite couple. Some of his fans were still wary of you, but for the most part they were receptive, theorizing that you were reason for Namjoon's recent uptick in love songs, which you scoffed at. You doubted that was true.

And the, quote un quote, honeymoon had you excited, happy to be going on another trip with the boys, and this time you had saved up enough to buy souvenirs for them yourself.

You and Namjoon had flown out first separately, making a big public event of it to give the reporters something to focus on while you were gone. Namjoon's grandfather couldn't be happier at all the attention despite the fact that he hadn't even shown up to the wedding, something that made you feel before Namjoon chuckled and calmed you down, assuring you that he didn't care what his gramdfather did. His father's company's was safe and he was happy, and you figured that was all that mattered.

The rest of the boys flew in a few hours later, more secret and landed in a different airport so if anyone found out it looked unrelated, them having their own alibis for why they were leaving the country. They met you in the beach house, dropping their bags and squeezing you both into big hugs. You settled on the floor by the bed, unpacking your things into the drawers by the bed, the boys all settling into spots around the room, some on the floor and some in chairs, Taehyung slumping on the large cushy bed next to Namjoon who was sitting there to unpack.

"I've wanted to do that since the engagement party." Jungkook said, sitting on the floor behind you and leaning against the bed.

"It has felt like forever since we've had anytime to ourselves." Jin sighed, collapsing onto a comfy chair.

"Look how pretty your rings look. You two really do make a pretty couple." Jimin cooed, looking at your ring. "Fake or otherwise." He winked and you giggled.

"Oh! That reminds me, Namjoon?" You gestured at him and he nodded pulling out a large velvet box from on the bags. You turned back to the boys, bouncing in place as you could hardly contain your excitement. "This is for you. All of you." You held it out, and Jimin took positioning himself on the floor in front of you.

Jimin carefully opens the box, each boy leaning in to get a look. Inside, there were six rings lined up, each unique with a name of one of the boys underneath them in fancy script. They froze in disbelief, looking to you both for an explanation.

Namjoon started to explain, "Y/n wanted to give you all a gift."

You shook your head. "It came from both of us. But I figured, if anyone should be getting married it's you all. So, we would bought you rings too. The love you guys share is so beautiful, it would be horrible not to have something to represent that."

"It was all her idea. All I did was buy them and her what sizes you were. She picked them out and came up with the idea." Namjoon insisted, making sure they understood his much you wanted to do this for them.

The room was silent, the boys all slipping their respective rings on, all in awe from your sentimental gift. Only you would make your wedding about someone else. Jimin actually started to cry, but Jungkook was not far behind, blinking back tears as he stared down at the ring. "And they all match our engagement rings. They're part of the same collection." You added, holding your hand up next to Namjoon's so they could see the way the designs matched, even though they weren't exactly the same.

Done holding back as he was overcome with emotion, Jimin pushed forward, kissing you deeply, almost desperately on the lips, wanting you to feel the emotion you made him feel, Taehyung taking his place as soon as he pulled away and kissing you just as fiercely. Not one to be left out, Jungkook did the same, holding your face in his hands as he kissed you, pulling back while biting your lip, watching the plushness plop back into place.

"Boys, please you're going to overwhelm her." Jin sighed, but he was smiling, watching the dazed look on your face as you caught your breath.

"I guess you really liked your present." You breathed, still a bit awestruck, making the boys all laugh.

Yoongi chucked. "No kitten. We really like you."

"What?" You blinked, not daring to hope they were saying what you thought they were saying.

"You're so sweet to us angel, more than we deserve, thank you," Hoseok leaned, kissing you gentler than the maknaes but no less intense. As he pulled back he noticed your eyes watering.

"I'm.. confused." You said, voice choking up.

"We love you." Jin explained gently, tilting your head up towards him. "We have for a while now. You are such a kind, genuine soul and since you've come into our lives we've never seen happier. You've taught us so much about love and understanding and kindness." You were full on crying now as you listened to his words. This was really happening. They loved you. Jin moved his hags to cup your cheek, wrong the tears away. "Darling, please say something."

"I love you too." Jin dipped down to kiss you at those words, his relief and unleashed love overpowering and intense, leaving you dazed again as he pulled away. You looked so perfectly flushed, the softness of your lips teasing as you licked them absentmindedly, making Yoongi lean in for one too, a firm hold on your chin as he kissed and nibbled on your lip.

When you pulled apart, all the boys looking at you with overwhelming love and affection, you looked up at Namjoon, who returned the same look. "I guess this wedding wasn't as fake as we thought, hmm?"

You laughed, throwing yourself into the arms of the nearest person, crying into their chest with happiness. "I've liked you all forever too, I never thought you would like me back, I didn't want to hope for something I couldn't have." You said, muffled into their chest but they heard every word. You pulled back, looking at them all again, face wet but happy, hopeful. "But I can have it? I can have you? And love you like this?" You reached out and Taehyung took your hand in a firm grasp, solid and real and comforting.

"We're all yours baby."

You sat there, all basking in the love and warmth in happy silence, until Jimin spoke up.

"This is my favorite part of weddings."

"What do you mean?" You asked, someone's hand stroking through your hair lulling you to sleep.

"Oh, princess don't you know? After a wedding comes the honeymoon." Jimin said with a devilish smile and you couldn't help but feel anticipation waking you back up.

You were in for a ride.

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#poly! bts x reader #bts x reader #ot7 x y/n #ot7 x reader #bts x y/n #gbist #whoo hoo!!#this one's cute

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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part twelve)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, jimin and tae are clingy as hell)

A/n: taglist closed! Thanks for all your support, besties <333

Sunshine streamed through the room, a warm breeze blowing through. It was a perfect morning, you thought, soft and breezy, some clouds in the sky, not too hot, not too cold. You rolled over in bed after checking the time. 8:47 am. You could get a couple more hours of sleep, the house was quiet, everyone was at work and--

Your bedroom door burst open, Taehyung bounding into your room and onto your bed. He settled next to you in a kneel, bouncing and shaking your bed. "Y/nie! Do you wanna go out on a date with us?"

"What?" You asked him to clarify, maybe you heard him wrong, it was far too early to be trusting your ears.

You heard movement by the door, looking over to see Jimin digging through your dresser, looking at your clothes folded inside. "We're going out on a date and were wondering if you wanted to join us," He explained absentmindedly while closing the drawer, then stepped closer to the bed, settling down on your other side.

Taehyung nodded, loose curls shaking. "There's no one else home and I wanted to take Jimin out before he leaves tomorrow." Taehyung said, taking your hand into his, pouting dramatically. "Please say yes."

You stretched out, raising your arms and sitting up, yawning. "Fine, fine, I don't have any plans. But I need to get dressed and take a shower first."

"Of course," they agreed and you gathered your things to head into the bathroom and start freshening up while they settled under your covers like it was their bed, getting comfy giggling and whispering to each other.

While showering, you mused about today, if it was really good for you to go. It's their date, it would be best if I stayed out if the way, wouldn't it? Jimin and Taehyung were a perfect match, and while Jimin is more comfortable around you, you doubted that he really wanted to split Taehyung's attention with you, especially since he was leaving for a week. You bit your lip, getting out the shower, trying to think up some excuse not to go with them and drying off, wrapping the towel securely around you.

Opening the door, you peeked out slightly to see if they were still in there, only to find that they were by your dresser now, holding up your clothes. Jimin looked up at the sound of the door pushing open, turning to you. "Oh, you're finished! Do you wanna wear the blue sweater we got you or the pink shirt?" He asked, turning a puffy sleeved white blouse with light blue plaid patterns towards you, while Taehyung was holding a pink crop top, a white skirt laid out over the bed.

"Umm, I guess the blue and white one?" You said, toes padding onto the wooden flooring of the bedroom.

"Me and Jimin like to pick outfits with each other, so we thought we'd do the same with you." Taehyung smiled at you, putting the pink one back in the drawer.

You nodded slowly, mind still racing. "Well, um, you should probably get out so I can change." You said awkwardly.

Taehyung nodded, agreeing and the two exited out the room, but you could hear them outside, excited conversation echoing in the hall.

You reluctantly changed then sat in front of the vanity in your room, combing through your hair and twining a couple strands into a twist before stopping, staring into the mirror for a moment as you were still lost on what to do. You must've lost track of time, because Jimin pushed open the door to the room a little, then, after seeing you at the vanity, wider as he moved over to you. "Y/n? Are you ready to go?" He asked, a confused undertone in his voice.

You fiddled with your fingers for a moment, then looked up at him. "Do you... really want me to go? I mean, it's your date and I don't really know if..." your voice trailed as Jimin moved behind you wordlessly, finishing your hairstyle and making another twist in your on the opposite side and pulling it all into a high ponytail.

"I don't mind. Honestly." He insisted, hands resting on your shoulders as he finished. "I had fun yesterday, and I want to have fun with you today." His words were light and soft, as if discussing something that was just fact. The sky was blue, the weather was nice, and Jimin wanted to hang out with you.

You turned slightly on the stool, looking into his eyes for a long moment and he raised a quizzical brow. "Are we going to have a staring contest or are we going to go? Taehyung's waiting in the car."

You nodded, not wanting to make them wait on you, and followed him out. Sliding into the backseat as Jimin hopped into the passenger seat, the car rolled out and you were all on the road.

"What are you guys gonna do?" You asked, hands nervously perched on your knees, pulling at the end of your skirt. The car rumbled under you and you grounded yourself in the vibration.

"There's a festival downtown," Taehyung explained, eyes meeting your in the rear view mirror as he turned a corner. "They have sculptures and art made by locals, everyone gets together and sells and trades with each other. It's prettier at sundown, they have sparklers and lights strung from the lampposts, but Jimin's flight is early tomorrow."

You nodded, it sounded exciting. It's been a while since you had gone to any kind of festival, or at least since you had made a day out of it. You spent all your time working before and when you had extra time for yourself, fun was short lived. Thinking about how much extra time you had now was strange, living somewhere you didn't pay for and wearing clothes gifted to you was definitely a hard adjustment.

"Here we are." Jimin announced as Taehyung parallel parked in the street. You opened your door, hopping out and looking at the transformed street. Main street was now a flash of color, ribbons fluttering through the air tied to vendor stands. People streamed down the road, going from booth to booth, faces painted and bags of trinkets they collected in their arms. Red flags stood on each side of the street, signaling the entrance to the event.

Moving forward excitedly, Taehyung and Jimin moved with ease through the crowd, and you hung back, watching them interact with each other. They walked along the booths first, browsing and making a note of what to come back for and just enjoying all the sights as they stroll. You hear Jimin gasp in excitement as he pulls Taehyung around a corner and then they disappear from sight in the crowd.

Normally, you'd just keep wandering a-- having some time alone was the point of them going out today, so disappearing for a bit would probably be best-- but this was a festival you had never been to before. Deciding to stay put, you walked out of the way of others, leaning against a building until you heard a sound like tinkling bells.

A colorful lion dance performance was starting up across the street, people gathering as drums and music began to play for the lion to dance along with. You gravitated towards it, not even realizing your feet had carried you closer until you were right next to it, the sounds and sight mesmerizing. The lion jumped and twirled, pulling oohs and ahs out of the crowd, and you were clapped and cheered along.

About thirty minutes into the show, you felt the crowd around you shift, a hand grabbing your shoulder as someone pushed their way over to you. "Y/n!" Taehyung yelled, over the music, the hand on your shoulder turning you around to face him. He was frowning, thick eyebrows creased. "There you are, where did you-- why didn't you stay with us?" He demanded.

You blinked, head empty. "Umm, I thought--" Without waiting for an explanation, Taehyung pulled you back out of the bulk of the crowd towards where Jimin was looking around, a worried crinkle in his brow. After spotting you, his face dropped with relief and he rushed towards you.

"What happened? Where did you go? You were right behind us and then you were gone." He questioned while looking you over, similar to how Jin would when you got too close to cutting yourself while chopping something up in the kitchen. It was something you weren't used to seeing from Jimin, but you could efficiently see the way some of the older man's mannerisms had become his: a tap to his foot, his arms were crossed sternly, the worried warmth in his eyes.

"I just thought you two would want some privacy..." you trailed off, looking down with the weight of their stares on you, fiddling with your fingers again. "I didn't know if you wanted me to follow you." You ended quietly, looking up anxiously. "Are you mad at me?"

Immediately, the tension in their body dropped, Taehyung pulling you into a hug and Jimin pushing a stray hair back behind your ear. "No, of course not. We were worried about you. There's a lot of people here and you don't really know your way around. We thought you were lost. We were calling your phone, you didn't hear?" Taehyung asked, the rumble of his voice as he held your head to his chest calming.

"No, I couldn't hear it over the music." You replied, your phone was tucked into a pocket in your sweater, the thick fabric muffling it. "I didn't think you wanted me to follow you."

Jimin rolled his eyes, a fond look on his face. "Obviously I'll just have to hold your hand, too." He said, interlocking his fingers with yours. "Did you have fun watching the show at least?" He asked, moving down the rest of the street as Taehyung released you, clasping your other hand and walking with you.

You nodded happily now that the tension was gone, telling them about it as you walked. As you walked, you past a stall with glass and clay pieces, wind comes hanging from the top and little painted figurines on the counter.

"Do you wanna go look?" Taehyung asked, slowing near the stall.

"Oh, we don't have to--" Before you could finish your sentence, they shared a look and pulled you towards it.

"Hi, can we see what you have for sale?" The person nodded, pulling out a rod of chimes and stained-glass light catchers, as well as figurines styled after sea animals. Your eyes lit up after seeing the sea turtle one, beautiful blues and greens and posed as if it was swimming upwards.

"We'll take this one!" Jimin said, snapping you out of your dream-like state and paying for the one you were looking at. Taehyung picked out a jellyfish as well, and Jimin got a dolphin and seahorse, as well as a crystal light catcher that cast rainbows all over.

You continued walking around the fair, Jimin and Taehyung not leaving your side, holding your hand tightly everywhere you went. Even after Taehyung pulled you towards a face painting stall, your hands stayed clasped together, the three of you taking the seat one at a time and getting butterflies and hearts painted on your face. You saw music performances together, and looked at the beautiful stuff being sold in the shops. You got some fried food on a stick, sausages and cheese and other meats with spicy sauces, all delicious.

"Here, try mine," Jimin said, holding his fork in front of your mouth, some teokkbokki and fried cheese speared on it. You took a bite, humming at the taste.

"That's delicious!"

While you ate, Taehyung pulled a flower off a nearby bush and placed it behind your ear, causing you to throw him a confused look. "It matches your eyes." He explained, but that was not the answer you were looking. Should he be putting flowers other people's ears? You asked yourself, glancing back to see Jimin's reaction, but he was only holding out more teokkbokki for you, an easy smile on his face. You shrugged and took another bite.

Suddenly, Taehyung gasped, pulling you towards a mural he spotted painted on a wall, dreamy colors and strokes, a community effort according to a nearby plaque on the wall. "Isn't this so pretty?" He asked, letting go of your hand as you walked closer to examine it. You studied the mural in awe, starting to talk to Taehyung about the art techniques behind it, and when you turned you heard a click, Jimin snapping a candid photo of you.

"Wow, look at how pretty this picture of you looks!" He turned his phone so you could see. A picture of you turning with a smile on your face, your hair swaying behind you and your skirt flared around your legs. It was a good photo for an unexpected moment. You looked really happy. And honestly, you were, spending the day making cheerful conversation and watching performances.

"I'm posting this." He said, tapping at his phone screen.

"Wait, what?" You pushed yourself closer, looking at his screen and hoping he was joking.

"You look nice and I want to post about what I did today." He explained, plain and simple.

"No, but you have like, a million followers!"

"30 million actually." He corrected unhelpfully. "Relax, if I say you look nice, then you look nice. Would I lie to you?" He raised an eyebrow and you deflated, feeling as if this argument was lost already.

"No... but aren't you worried about people knowing that you know me?" You asked. Surely he couldn't just have a random person on his Instagram. You were a nobody, it wouldn't make sense for you to be posted on his social media for all the world to associate you two with each other.

He blinked, not comprehending what you were stressing about, then said dismissively. "You think too much. I'm posting it. Jungkook helped you make an account, right?" At this, Taehyung nodded, giving your account name to Jimin, not reacting to the weak glare you gave him as Jimin tagged you. Traitor, you accused in your mind.

And there it was. Your face on Jimin's Instagram, with your new account tagged. You didn't even have any pictures of yourself posted, your profile picture a snapshot of a flower you took when Jungkook was telling you about the camera of your phone. The only accounts you followed were theirs after Jungkook added them for you, a follower count of seven and a following of seven, measly next to Jimin's 30 million.

"Are you still hungry?" Taehyung asked, drawing the conversation away from social media. You shook your head no, not wanting the to spend any more money on you as you tried not to glance at your bag of trinkets. After buying the figurines, they also bought mini tapestries and artworks to decorate the wall of your room with, and a jewelry box that you were sure would stay half empty, as well as some colorful hair ribbons and pins. Convincing them to head home, you moved back through the festival towards your car.

As you walked through the street, them linking their arms with yours again, you stopped in your tracks seeing a pet shop still open behind some of the street stands. "We have to go in!" You rushed forward, practically dragging the two on your arm forward, Jimin and Taehyung hurrying to keep up with you.

When you went in, a worker told you about all the pets they had on display, which ones you could hold and which stayed in their cages. Almost immediately, you took off towards the aisles, cuddling up to some bunnies, gently petting the tops of their heads with a light brush off your finger. "Look how cute." You cooed, and Taehyung's heart melted a bit watching the happy look on your face. A yap came from his left and he looked over, seeing a white Pomeranian jumping and barking for attention, eyes trained on him.

"Aw, he likes you!" You came over to his side, looking at the Pomeranian with him. He stuck a hand out while squatting down, letting the pup rub against it.

"He reminds me of my puppy back home." He smiled, thinking about his pet.

"You have a dog?" You asked curiously, eyes wide as your attention was captured and sunk down next to him.

"It's more my parents, they take care of him. But I'm his favorite." He winked at you, making you giggle. "I hope you get to meet him soon." His eyes took on a wistful gleam staring down at the dog, but you could tell he wasn't really looking at what was in front of him, caught in memory.

"You want me to meet your dog?" You asked instead, and he chuckled, turning to you.

"Yeah, why not? I want you to meet my parents, too. I think they'd like you." That seemed to give you pause and you fell silent. You stayed there for a while, then seemed to catch a second wind, back to zipping about to each and every animal. They all seemed to love you, but Taehyung thought you looked far more adorable than whatever animal you would scoop up. He took to leaning against a wall and watching you laugh and squeal when an animal would do something cute, like nuzzle against you or press their wet nose to your cheek.

Jimin had taken to a corner after waking in, petting a little puppy's nose softly. You went over to him, holding a little kitten. "Look, I found one as grouchy as you!" He looked over, seeing you hold a little black kitten with a sour look on his face. "When I went over he hissed at me, but I waited and held my hand out and he walked right into my arms. Isn't he cute?"

Jimin looked at the sappy look on your face as the kitten moved to nuzzle noses with you, making your smile impossibly more soft. It was so unfair, he thought, how naturally angelic you were. Even the store lights seemed to highlight you, making the fuzz on your sweater seem like it was glowing. You made it hard not to like you, initially he thought being nice to you would be hard, but spending the day with you was actually pretty fun. You seemed to value his opinion after everything, asking him what he wanted and what he thought while walking around, wanting his approval. You were young, he remembered suddenly, younger than him, even if it was only slightly. You had dealt with the hand life gave you in stride and could still smile every day. It made Jimin's prior crabbiness seem irrational in comparison.

Jimin thought that you'd take the spotlight, take all the attention from him and try to separate him from his boyfriends. It had almost happened before. He expected to be pushed out once everyone saw how much better you were than him. But here you were, wanting to get to know him, including him in things. You were kinder to him than he deserved.

"Yeah." He said finally, remembering you asked him something. "I guess he is kinda cute. But I'm not grouchy." He turned back to the dog who started whining when he stopped petting them.

"You so are! You're always like, 'ooh, I'm Jimin, I'm perfect and handsome, and any minor inconvenience is a personal insult to me'." You mimicked, waving the kittens paws around you spoke in a deeper voice.

He scoffed, not deigning your mockery with a single glance as he focused on the cute pup. "The only thing you got right was that I'm perfect and handsome." He shot back.

Taehyung walked over after watching you two interact for a while, a smile on his face from well everything had gone today. "It's around 3, we should head back now."

Jimin nodded, agreeing, and you walked back through the street, tucking yourself closer to Taehyung when you noticed people staring were staring. "Why are they looking at us? Is there something on me?"

"They're staring because you look incredible." Jimin rolled his eyes, bumping your shoulder with his as you walked. "Don't worry so much. As long as you're with us, you don't have to worry about anybody giving you any problems."

As long as you're with us, huh? You thought to yourself. You looked closer at those who were staring. Some were staring at you, but for the most part they seemed to be looking at Jimin and Taehyung, which made sense. They walked with the confidence of Gods on earth, not sparing a look back to anyone. You could only imagine what people were thinking, you didn't fit with them at all. You felt tiny next to them, even though Jimin was barely half a head taller than you. He looked at you, noticing you staring up at him out of the corner of his eye and stuck his tongue out at you playfully, dissolving your deep thinking.

"No one's home yet," Taehyung mused as you entered the house after driving home. "What should we do now?"

You looked over, realizing they were waiting on your answer, staring at you expectantly, and shrugged. "Whatever you both want to do, I guess."

"Let's watch a movie!" Taehyung suggested, seeing your eyes light up at the mention. "I've been wanting to rewatch The Sound of Music for months now, and none of the tasteless losers in this house--"

"Hey! That movie's three and half hours long." Jimin defended said, throwing his bag onto a chair by the door. "And it's boring."

"Anyways, I've been needing a movie buddy." Taehyung rolled his eyes, turning to you, hopefully. "So, you wanna watch it?"

You were agreeing immediately, excited smile and bouncing in place. "Yeah, of course! Julie Andrews is a fashion icon." You clapped your hands excitedly, prior worries forgotten for now.

Taehyung smiled to himself. He had a plan to get Jimin and you more used to each other. Jimin hated being left out, so he would likely join the two of you.

"I guess I could watch a movie," Jimin agreed, examining his nails, feigning boredom.

Perfect.

"I'll pop the popcorn, why don't you go ahead and put on the movie?" Taehyung said, moving towards the kitchen as you sent an awkward glance towards Jimin, who shrugged.

"Sure." Jimin finally said, moving towards the cinema room. You followed him, a bit slower.

Jimin was strangely nervous, not really having to talk to you one on one. He had never really been nervous to talk with anyone before, but, like Taehyung said, if he wanted to get along with you he'd have to try.

"So," he said, grabbing the remote. He busied himself with setting up the movie so he wouldn't have to look at you. "How long have you liked fashion?"

"Forever! I think the way fashion's evolved through the decades is pretty cool." You chirped. Jimin glanced at you through the corner of his eye and noticed a small smile coming to your face as you spoke. "Especially hairstyles, I mean, could you imagine everyone you knew wearing their hair up in a beehive? Or slicked back with loads of grease?" You laughed slightly, falling back onto one of the comfy couches and Jimin found himself smiling at your words.

"Oh yeah, it'd be so weird. I wonder how many things people will think were weird about us in the future." He commented. "At least they got leather jackets right."

"Yeah, those are so cool!" You bounced idly on the springy cushion, hair fluffing around you. He turned away, not realizing how big his smile had gotten without him noticing.

"I know, I have a bunch of them." He reached the play screen for the movie and Taehyung wasn't back yet, so he sat down a cushion away from you, trying to keep a neutral distance. He turned to you. "Do you have any?"

You deflated a bit, making him wonder what he said wrong. "No," you looked down fiddling with your fingers. "I did, but I sold a bunch of my clothes to pay rent a while back."

Jimin's face dropped. Having to sell your own clothes? He's had some bad moments in his life, but he's never had to sell personal belongings to survive. Clothes were important to him, important to you, and to have to sell them... He didn't know what to say, mouth open but no sound coming out, no sound that could convey any sympathy without sounding like useless pity.

Taehyung entering saved him, the diversion enough to distract from the conversation. Taehyung came in, a bowl of extra buttery popcorn in each hand, smiling after seeing how you two were sitting nicely next to each other. He was so proud of Jimin for going outside his comfort zone to be friends with you and couldn't wait to see how it would evolve further.

"Scoot over," Taehyung said to you, trying to have you move into the center of the couch rather than let you hide off to the side.

"Don't you wanna sit in the middle?" You asked, a bit confused. Next to Jimin? went unsaid, but Taehyung just smiled wider, deciding to have fun with throwing you for a loop.

"If I remember correctly, you owe me some cuddles." He tapped his foot with a playful impatience.

"Now?" You squeaked.

"Yep. Scoot."

You moved over into the center, trying to keep a bit of distance from Jimin still and Taehyung plopped down next to you and spread out, pushing you over until you were elbow to elbow with Jimin, who you didn't even dare look at now. He pulled a lever on the side of the couch making the chair recline so you were lying back. He handed a bowl of popcorn to Jimin, settled the other bowl on the wide armrest next to him, and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling in close to your neck.

You looked positively flustered and Jimin let out a snort before he could himself, the look on your face was just too funny. You looked up at him, betrayed, cheeks warm and red, and he faux cooed, trying to hold back a laugh. "Aw, is Taehyung's cuddling a little too much for you?"

"It's just... been a while." You mumbled, trying to hide your face in a throw pillow nearby.

"Oh no, we can't have you being cuddle deprived." Jimin teased, taking the pillow away from your hands and tucking it behind him as he lowered him into a laying position as well, wrapping his arms around you from the front.

You turned your embarrassed face into the couch cushion and screamed, and Jimin let out a full on cackle.

Taehyung smiled to himself, watching Jimin poke fun at you as you whined into the couch cushion, hiding your face from him. The room going straight from awkward silence to laughter and joking. And I got my cuddles, he thought to himself, grabbing the remote to play the movie and squeezing you closer. The movie helped you relax as well, a new source for you to focus on without having to think too much about Taehyung's fingers mindlessly running up and down your back and Jimin's warmth pressed on your other side. You slipped into easy conversation with each other, talking about the outfits, the differences of the time, the historical context, the beautiful scenery.

After a lull in the conversation, Taehyung spoke up suddenly, "You know," he started, his breath soft puffs against your neck. "Jiminie told me that that museum date Namjoon took me on was your idea."

"Whaaaaaaat?" You chuckled awkwardly, after a pause where you tried to think of a lie. "No, that was all Namjoon."

"You're a bad liar." Jimin stage whispered and you swatted his arm, him laughing at you again.

"It was nice of you." Taehyung's voice rumbled deep and low, and you felt it more than heard it with his chest pressed to your back. "I want to thank you."

"Um, you're welcome, I guess." You mumbled.

"No, I mean, I want to do something to thank you." He scooted back slightly, rolling you onto your back so you could look up at them both. "What do you want?"

"I... I don't know? I'm fine, I guess." You mumbled, even more shy with the weight of his gaze on you.

"You have to want something." Jimin added, leaning up over you as well. His hair, having grown longer in the time he had been home, fluttered over his face at this angle, the gravity pulling at it to brush your forehead. "Everyone does."

You shrugged, still unsure. "You could surprise me?"

"Are you sure? You don't know what a surprise from us might be like." Jimin drawled, a smile that you found suspicious on his face. "What if we put worms in your socks?" He whispered conspiratorially.

"Why would you do that?" You scrunched your nose up in disgust and Taehyung tapped it.

"Well, it would be a surprise, wouldn't it?" Jimin said playfully, tickling you and you fled to safety in Taehyung's arms who laughed and pulled you close.

"Okay, no worms. But seriously, you've done a lot since being here. You even helped take care of us. You deserve a reward." Taehyung smiled, warm and soft, and you squirmed a bit under the intensity.

"Wasn't the phone stuff a reward?"

"No, that was just basic human decency. If you get in trouble, you need to have a phone we can call you with." Jimin replied. "If you answer it, that is." He raised an eyebrow, giving you pointed look, referring to the earlier fiasco. "But Taehyung'll think of something to do for you." Jimin said, flopping over, apparently done brainstorming. "This movie is making me sleepy."

"If you're bored then, why did you join us?" Taehyung said, smacking him with a pillow.

"Because, it's less boring than packing." Jimin grabbed a pillow, smacking him back. "The only thing more boring than packing is watching Jungkook play video games." He giggled.

"It's not that boring." You spoke up in Jungkook's defense and Taehyung pinched your cheek gently.

"You only think that because you're nice."

"She thinks that because she's a dork." Jimin said, hitting you with a pillow now. Taehyung laughed and hit you as well, the both of them targeting you. You squealed, covering your face to defend from the fluffy attacks then saw Taehyung's elbow getting too close to the bowl he had set aside.

"No, stop! You're gonna hit the--"

The bowl fell to the floor, popcorn spilling out everywhere. You stared at it in silence for a moment then Jimin laughed. "You're cleaning that up, Taehyungie."

After that movie, Jimin pulled you and Taehyung with him to help him pack. Taehyung stepping out to answer a phone call from someone important. You sat on the floor next to Jimin, kneeling and helping him fold clothes into his suitcase.

He sighed, sadness tinging the exhale heavily. "Time for a nine-hour flight, and then an hour long car ride, a week of no sleep and another nine hour flight back." He complained, but you could tell he tried to keep his tone light despite being upset. "Just the price of being perfect." He smiled, a strained edge to it.

You smiled sympathetically. "You'll be back in no time. Make sure to get Taehyung and Jungkook souvenirs, I know they have a whole shelf of stuff like that in the living room."

He nodded. "I always do. We usually try to travel together but sometimes it's just not practical for all of us to go. I'm going to be so bored on my own." He groaned, crumpling a silk shirt in his hands.

"We'll send you pictures," you tried to cheer him up. "I can ask Jin to make those cookies you like?"

He smiled appreciatively, then frowned again. "Ugh, it just sucks that you guys will have all the fun while I'm away standing in front of a camera for hours each day."

"That's so long." You said, shocked.

"I know it's torture." Another forced smile. "But I can't deny the people the gift of my beauty."

"Why do you act like that?" You asked carefully.

"Like what?" He said, but you could tell he was playing dumb, avoiding your eyes.

"Like you always have to be perfect and happy." You replied, putting down a shirt and pulling the clothing away from his hands so he'd focus on you. "It's just us. It's okay to relax, to be upset sometimes."

He shook his head, insistent. "I'm being given opportunities some people only dream of. It would be stupid of me to be upset."

"Everyone deserves a break, and to rest. I can't imagine how much work it is to be in the public eye all the time, especially it sounds exhausting." You argued. "It's your job to look perfect, but you don't have to act like it."

"I am perfect, no acting required." He deflected, picking up the next thing to fold.

"See, like that." You pointed out, talking about the mechanical answer. "You're perfect when you say what's on your mind, not some practiced answer. You're not in front of a camera right now."

He looked at you, scrutinizing with a hint of nervousness. Asking him to be vulnerable with you was a big step, but you didn't want him to feel as of he had to pretend to love every part of his life. Everything was stressful, even things you loved.

He bit his lip, admitting in an uncharacteristically quiet voice, "I guess I never noticed." For so long he's had to be someone others wanted to be, a role model meant to create envy in others, to be looked up to constantly, to have the perfect life. He didn't consider that he might've had that bleed over into his personal life and thoughts.

You placed a hand on top of his, gentle abs comforting like a sun ray peeking through clouds. "I like hanging out with you. No overthinking, okay? Just dance in the rain remember?" You giggled at your little inside joke, making a smile, a real one, coming to his face. You were such a dork, he thought, unable to keep himself from chuckling.

He started to explain, the tension building up in his shoulders loosening. "I'm just... I'm always trying to be the kind of person that people adore, it just--"

"But you don't have to." You cut him off, breaking off his sentence.

He looked at you, confusion and astonishment on his face. "What?"

"You don't have to work to be adored." You clarified. "People love you anyways. Taehyung told me he loved you from the moment he saw you, even after you had been mean to him." The suitcase was full now, you picking up one of the items Jimin had thrown aside when he was looking for what to pack, a fluffy pink scarf. "Love isn't something you have to earn, just something you get when you show people a side of yourself that is genuine. Stop focusing so much on whether people love you and more on whether they know you love them." You playfully placed the scarf around his neck, the fluff tickling his skin, but he cud hardly feel it as he priced what you were saying. To not work to be loved, to not change himself for others, to embrace his emotions, it all sounded so... different.

After a moment of dumbfounded silence from him, you laughed again, adding, "For someone who acts so self assured, you really aren't that aware of yourself. I guess that means you're the dummy." You poked his forehead and he retaliated, flicking your nose.

"Don't be a brat." He scoffed, closing and zipping up his suitcase. "Thanks for helping me pack." He said, standing and getting you up as well.

"No problem. I hope you have fun on your trip, but it's also okay if you don't." You reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." He said with fake exasperation. He was happy you cared, and happy you wanted to talk with him at all after everything. He'd have a lot of making up to do for sure.

He watched you flit around the room, gathering stuff up for him and picking up clothes tossed aside. When you turned back to hand them to him, you said, "I'm sure everyone will miss you a bunch. You all seem happier around each other."

"Yeah, we are, and I know they'll miss me because I always miss them." He placed the clothes on top of the dresser to be put away later. "I'll miss you, too." He added, hesitantly, not sure if you'd return the sentiment. Jimin turned back to you, seeing your face light up, and no amount of fame in the world could compare to the feeling he got from making you smile.

"And I'll miss you."

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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part fourteen)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, period talk, the boys are very gentle with you)

A/N: the next couple chapters are going to have some time skips bc I want a certain period of time to pass before the story ends. I'd say it's been about three and a half months since the beginning of the story at this point, so it's like... early October ish rn <33 taglist is closed

Jin had a morning routine.

He would wake up before anyone left for work and cook something for them, wishing them well at work and sending them off, asking the others to set the table or wash dishes for him if they were staying home. Then he moved around, cleaned up a few things-- him and Hoseok were the neat ones, when Hoseok didn't have work, they cleaned the house together-- and then relaxed and joined the maknaes in whatever fun activity they would create between themselves.

It was one morning while cleaning, a week or two after you had been home from your beach trip with Jimin-- Jin and the other boys were stressed at first, not knowing where you were or when you had slipped away to, and then annoyed when they found out Jimin had just stolen you away-- that Jin had found you, crumpled on the floor in front of the laundry machine.

Panic struck through him immediately-- of course, it did, you were hurt-- and the pile of laundry Jin was dreading having to do was far less important than before as he dropped it all and rushed towards you.

"Y/n?" He tried to keep his voice steady, if he panicked now it would only worsen the situation. Your eyes fluttered in surprise, cheek smashed against your arm, then opened all at once, wincing as you sat yourself up.

"Jin? I'm sorry, did you need the washer?" You tried to scoot away from it to get out of his way, but he placed his hands on your shoulder, holding you still as he leveled a calm but worried look in your direction.

"I'm more worried about why you're curled up in a ball on the floor, sweet pea." He could feel his brows furrowed in concern and you looked away bashfully.

"It's no big deal, it's just, umm, my time of the month." You mumbled shyly, the last part so quiet Jin had to strain to hear it.

Jin sighed in relief. At least you weren't dying or had some sort of injury. "Why didn't you say so? Are you cramping? I have tea and pills that can help, and we have a heating pad--"

You shook your head before he even fondue his sentence, sitting up more and trying to stand, slowly. "You don't have to, I can handle it, it's not that bad--"

"It shouldn't be bad at all, come here." He lifted you into his arms, moving out of the laundry room and seeking over the pole he dropped at the door. He didn't work out as much as the others but he could manage carrying you.

"I can walk." You protested weakly, already settled into the cradle of Jin's arms.

"You won't be lifting a finger," he decreed, carrying you back to your room. If you were in enough pain to curl up on the floor, you weren't walking anywhere on his watch. He pushed open your bedroom door with his hip, noticing your bedsheets were gone as he looked into the room. "What happened to your bed, doll?"

You bit your lip, starting to talk fast and play with your fingers, obviously feeling guilty for some reason. "I'm sorry, I bled through the sheets, I was trying to wash them, but I didn't think you'd need the laundry machine today--"

Jin stopped your rambling with a finger on your lips, waiting for you to take a breath and listen to him before slowly reassuring you. "It's okay. Thank you for trying to clean up after yourself, but don't be so nervous. Periods are natural. It's not like you can control it."

You were silent for a while, blinking at him as if at a loss for words. Jin didn't think a normal statement like that deserved such a surprised reaction, but then again, life hadn't been kind to you. He couldn't imagine what you had been through if you didn't even feel comfortable to talk about your period, something natural that happens often.

"Thank you." You'd eventually said, the genuine gratitude in your tone showing how little understanding you were used to on this topic. "I've never-- I mean, people usually judge me for it." You cast your eyes to the floor, still reluctant to talk about it, and Jin placed his hand under your chin, trying not to let the hatred he felt for whoever judged you show in his eyes.

"Y/n, whoever made you feel like you can't be open about a normal experience is horrible, but I promise you can trust me to help you." He delivered, determined and sure. Unlike everyone else in your past, he was not going to let you down. Ever. As he went to go get more sheets after telling you to stay where you were, he tried not to focus on the way his blood was boiling, instead focusing on the cute way you kicked your feet as you sat politely, waiting for him like he said to. "Is there anything special you need? Like I said, we have a heating pad you could use, or are you hungry?" He fretted over you, making the bed around you and picking you up and setting you back down as he laid out each layer of sheets. Finally, after he finished, he positioned you to lay against the pillows, tucking a big fluffy blanket around you, making you feel warm and cozy.

You yawned, slowly snuggling into the sheets around you, melting under the warmth. "I am a little hungry, but--"

"Say no more, I'll make your favorite." Jin made for the door, turning back before he exited. "It'll take a while, so I'll bring you a plate of fruits and cheese. Or do you want chocolate? Nevermind, I'll bring both!" And there he went without you saying a word.

After a short while, Jin brought you a large platter of snacks, chips, pretzels, chocolate bites, cheese, fruit and then promptly exited again. Well, you weren't going to turn down a cheese cube, you thought, popping a cube of cheddar into your mouth. It was just you for a while, the sounds of Jin opening cabinets and clanking pots and pans keeping you company. You opened your laptop, using the streaming services Jin had given you access to and watching something lighthearted to keep your mood happy. Which wasn't hard. You were incredibly happy that Jin was being so caring towards you. You don't know how you expected anything less, he was always warm and helpful, and the way he knew exactly how to soothe you when you were anxious made a warmth bloom in your chest like a rose.

Earlier, when you woke up in a puddle of blood with cramps aching and stabbing at your lower abdomen, you thought he'd be upset. It didn't take a lot to notice that Jin was a particular man who like things a certain way. You were sure he wouldn't like his satin sheets with blood stained into them. You frantically searched up how to quickly get blood stains out of fabric half asleep, tearing your sheets off your bed and tossing them into the washing machine, glad the blood didn't get to the actual mattress. You weren't sure how much California King mattresses cost, but you knew you couldn't afford to replace this one. You didn't account for how much your stomach would rebel against the frantic movement, deciding to just curl up on the fluffy mat in front of the machine while waiting for the sheets to dry and for your stomach to stop stabbing you. And you especially didn't account for Jin doing laundry that same morning.

But he was kind and understanding, and he carried you to bed and made you snacks and tucked you in. Like a good boyfriend would, you thought, and then ignored the feeling in your chest that hummed at that. He isn't yours, he can't be. You laid there for a long while, lulling yourself to sleep and ignoring your thoughts.

Eventually, the door creaked open slightly, but it wasn't Jin. It was Namjoon, still in his clothes he wore to work that morning, a jean jacket over a white hoodie and a baseball cap on his head. He peeked in slightly, seeing you all swaddled in bed, and stepped in further, a plastic bag in his hand. "Hey, Jin told me you got your period, are you okay? I brought snacks," he held out the bag, filled with your favorite sweets and chips. "I know your cravings get bad. Do your hips still get sore? I can massage them for you, or maybe get one of those massage rollers Jungkook uses after he exercises?" He rattled off questions, rapid-fire, and you smiled, pulling at his arm.

"Thank you, Joonie, that's so thoughtful." You mumbled, cuddling with his arm as you wrapped your arms around it, and that's when Namjoon noticed you were half-asleep, your eyes struggling to flutter open.

"Oh!" He exclaimed in realization. Then quieter, "Oh. Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I'll go--"

"No." You said simply, a sleepy pout coming to your face as you squeezed his arm tighter.

He smiled warmly at your sleepy clinginess. "Okay, is there anything I can do for you? Can I get you anything? Jin says he wants you to stay in here, but if there's anything you need, I can go get it."

"Mm..." You started, nuzzling your cheek against his arm, eyes closed again. "I need more pads, but I can manage with what I have."

"Manage? I can just go buy more." He suggested. Why let you ration out pads when there was an easy fix? He'd gladly buy you anything you needed to be comfortable.

"No, I can't let you do that, that's weird." You muttered, half conscious.

"What is?"

"Wouldn't it be weird for you to buy me pads? My ex hated it, he said it was embarrassing." You said it matter-of-factly, like it was normal for a guy to ignore his girlfriend's need for a pad because his ego would get bruised.

"Your ex?" Namjoon tilted his head, jaw clenching. "Well, he was an asshole, I'll go buy you pads." He turned towards the for, definitely going to get you pads now.

"Nooooo," you pleaded, clinging to his arm, and he smiled again, his temper melting away at the sleepy way you blinked up at him.

"It's okay, I'll be right back." He looked to the other side of the bed, picking up a plushie that was knocked over next to your pillow, trying to get you to let go of his arm and take it instead. "Here, cuddle with this." After handing it to you, he got a better look at it. "Wait, where did you get this?"

"What, my Chimmy?" You said, happily cuddling the yellow puppy into your arms.

"Your Chimmy? That's Jimin's. He made it a while back when we were making stuffed animals as anniversary gifts. Did he give it to you?"

"I don't think so? I got this back when he didn't like me, I was crying one night and this showed up in front of my door. I tried to give it back, but a note was left with it telling me to keep it." You patted around your nightstand, you were sure the note was around somewhere. You kept it as the memory made you feel happy even now. "This one!" You handed the slip of paper of him when you found it.

Namjoon examined it for a short moment. "Yeah, no, this is Jimin's handwriting."

"Why would he give me something? He was all mean to me back then." You were puzzled, the idea of Jimin giving you something when he only recently started giving you a chance didn't click in your brain.

Namjoon placed the paper back down, explaining, "Jimin hates when people cry. Even if he doesn't necessarily like them." A small smile came to Namjoon's face as he spoke, clearly thinking about Jimin.

"Oh." You yawned again, now firmly wrapped around the Chimmy, as you drifted back to sleep again, mumbling, "He's so nice. You found such nice people, Joonie, I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Y/nie." He ruffled your hair playfully and you giggled, rolling over to move away from his hand, then settled in your new position, falling asleep, eyes finally falling closed.

Walking into the kitchen, Namjoon tapped his fingers on the counter, watching Jin make food for you. Taking a deep breath, he started calmly, too calmly, "Has Y/n ever... said anything about what her ex was like?"

Jin raised an eyebrow, responding without turning towards him. "Not really. Why?"

"Apparently, he thought periods were weird." Namjoon scoffed. "I offered to buy pads for her and she said it'd be embarrassing for me because her ex thought so."

"What a jerk." Jin agreed, sliding ingredients into a pan on the stove. "You know, now that I think about it, she was really anxious about me finding out she was on her period. Maybe her ex was rude to her about it." It was an off hand suggestion, but it made Namjoon fume just thinking about it.

"Hmm." He said, jaw clenching again. The front door opened, probably Yoongi and Hoseok also on their breaks from work, summoned home by Jin asking them to pick up ingredients for your favorite food.

"Yoongi," Namjoon stops him as soon as he enters the room, the superstition that he knows something-- Yoongi always knows something-- about what you might've said about your ex in the past. "Do you know what Y/n's ex was like?"

The question was innocuous enough, a simple head shake or shrug would've Yoongi's usual answer if he really didn't know anything, but instead the man stopped in his path towards the kitchen counter for a moment, leveling Namjoon with a suspicious look.

"Why do you ask?" Not a no, so Namjoon pressed on.

"She seems to be shy about talking about her period. Said her ex thought it was weird. I was just wondering if the two were connected."

Another long look from Yoongi. "You should ask her, don't you think?" He finally said, carefully pulling the groceries out as he avoided eye contact with Namjoon. Still not denying that he knew what her ex was like.

"She wouldn't tell me if I asked. But she told you." Namjoon averted his attention to Hoseok, quietly looking back and forth between the exchange. "Isn't that right, Hoseok?"

"Yeah, she might've." The man easily admitted, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

"Hoseok." Yoongi said, warningly., tossing him a look that said 'be cautious'. Namjoon was more mature than the others, but he could still have a temper.

"It's fine, Yoon, this is Namjoon we're talking to. There's no need for all the interrogation." Hoseok said to Yoongi rolling his eyes, then turned back to Namjoon. "Her ex was an asshole, simple as that. If you think he gave her some weird trauma about periods, you're probably right, just like he gave her trauma about everything else."

"Hoseok!" Yoongi called.

"It's true!" Hoseok turned directly to Namjoon again. "If you want the absolute truth, her ex was an abusive fuck, and the fact that she has the energy to get up every day is astounding to me."

Yoongi sighed loudly, and a silence descended for a long while after Hoseok's statement until Jin cleared his throat. "Well, that confirms your suspicions." He said to Namjoon who was staring down at the counter as if doing a math equation in his head.

"Be mature about this. I'm already handling it, my lawyers are putting together a way to punish him now, but I don't want to tell the maknaes. You know how they are." Yoongi said, referring to their headstrong way of making delicate situations messy.

Jin nods, turning back to the side to busy his mind with cooking. "I just wish I knew sooner. I'd be doing way more than making her favorite meal." He turned to Namjoon, noting the weirdly long silence from him. "Joon?"

"I'm gonna go out for a jog and head back to work." The man finally said, still not meeting anyone's eyes. He walked out, shutting the front door excruciatingly softly, but Jin could still hear him slam his car door shut in the drive way.

"He took that well." Hoseok nodded, then turned towards the hallway to head to your room. "Is the patient in their room?" He joked.

"She's on her period, not dying of terminal illness." Jin rolled his eyes, picking up the spatula and going back to moving stuff around in the pan.

"With the way you're mothering her? I'm sure there's not much difference." Hoseok chuckled, moving towards your bedroom.

Whje he pushed open the door, you shifted awake again, eyes bleary with sleep as you peered up at him. "Hoseok? Where's Joonie?"

"What, am I not a good enough replacement?" He teased with a fake frown, crouching down by your bedside. You quickly shook your head, waking up more at the shock of the question.

"No, you're perfect! I mean, you're not, I just--" You frantically reassured him and he couldn't help but crack.

"Calm down, angel." He let his face break out in a smile so you could see he was joking. "I'm just teasing you."

You pouted, glaring at him with no heat behind your eyes. "No fair, I'm still sleepy." You made a show of rubbing at your eyes and he laughed.

"You're right, it's not fair. I should make it up to you, huh?" And with those words, he pulled out a stuffed animal shaped like a manatee that smelled like lavender from behind his back, your eyes lighting up and reaching out for it. "It's a plushie you can heat up. So when you get cramps, you can cuddle with something more comfy than a heating pad."

"He's beautiful. What should I name him?"

"Whatever you want."

"Mmm, I'm going to name him... Tee." You decided, gently petting it's velvet head.

"Very imaginative." He held his hand out, standing again. "I can go heat it up if you wanna try it now."

You looked up at him from under your lashes, seemingly debating something in your mind. "But... I want some company..." you began, looking away. "I've been alone all day, and you're probably warmer." You looked up at him again more pleadingly and his eyebrows both raised high in surprise.

"Oh, you want me to..?" He gestured at the bed next to you awkwardly, and you shrugged, looking down shyly.

"You don't have to... but it'd be nice."

Hoseok couldn't say no to you, not when you were asking him to cuddle with you. How crazy is that? He thought to himself. You, actually asking him to spend time with you. Hoseok remembers a time when you would've skittered away or kept to yourself. Maybe knowing they wanted you to stay with them made you bolder, more secure in your place in their lives. Hoseok had to get back to work technically, but he had more than enough time to cuddle.

He settled next you on the bed, you snuggling up to him, content. You set your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, Hoseok pulling the blankets up over you both when a knock sounded on the door.

Yoongi stood in the door way, an amused smirk on his face as he surveyed how comfy the two of had gotten. "Really, Hoseok?"

"It was her idea." He argued back quietly, but you woke anyways, seeing Yoongi in the door and making grabby hands towards him.

"C'mere." You beckoned with one word, and Yoongi easily obeyed.

"Really, Yoongi?" Hoseok countered, teasing him now and Yoongi shrugged, laying on his back next to your other side.

"I can never turn down a nap."

And after Jin came in with food, he joined as well, carefully spoon feeding you bites over Hoseok's shoulder. You really were like a pampered princess, laying in bed with people at your beck and call. When you asked, they gave you a water bottle to sip from, and when you wanted ice cream, Jin got up and brought some for you.

Another set of footsteps approached the door, Namjoon back once again, pushing it open slowly, rasing an eyebrow at the scene before him. "I leave for twenty minutes and you all end up cuddling." The men laying around you offered a shameless shrug, not the least bit embarrassed about being around you. Namjoon lifted the bag in his hand, showing it to you from his position at the foot of the bed. "I got you your pads."

You nodded, barely acknowledging them. "Come here."

"Me?"

"No, the person behind you." Jin snarked sarcastically. "Just lay down, Joon, don't make the princess wait."

Namjoon chuckled at that, moving closer to the bed. Yoongi scooted over, allowing him to take the spot between him and you. Namjoon hesitantly placed himself next to you and you pulled him closer, placing his hand on your hip.

"Massage." You commanded, settling back into Hoseok who was gently stroking through your hair now, lulling you back to sleep.

"Uh oh, she's getting bossy now." Yoongi joked, making the other men chuckle, not that you heard, already back into dreamland. Namjoon set to work, rubbing soothing circles on your hip to massage the sore spot that would always bother you on your periods.

"You gonna be okay, Joon?" Yoongi said after a while, alluding to the earlier news.

"Yeah. It already happened. The only we can do now is make her forget about it." Namjoon reasoned. He had cleared his mind earlier, taking a walk and then ended up at the convenience store and deciding to buy you pads and head back.

"And we will. She will know nothing but kindness from now on." Jin promised, picking up the empty trays and plates and setting them aside on a nightstand.

"Trust me, Joon, we were both mad when we found out. But we aren't letting it slide. We just don't want it to be a big deal. She said she didn't wanna go after him, but we're handling it anyways." Hoseok explained, looking down at your sleeping face as he spoke.

"And I'm glad. You guys are so important to her, and I'm so glad that you all get along so well." Namjoon nodded, squeezing your hip a little tighter.

"And she's important to us. And we'll make sure she knows that." Yoongi commented.

Again, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, the energetic pace and curious voices making it clear who was home. The door burst open, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook standing there looking betrayed.

"No fair!" Jungkook cried, only to be quieted by Jin's stern stare.

"If you wake her, you will face a fate worse then death." Jin threatened. "Now slowly and quietly close the door. And let her get rest."

"Oh, she so owes us for this." Taehyung grumbled, reluctantly shutting the door and letting the hyungs lay with you as you slept.

The next day, you felt better, cramps alleviated by the pills and tea and warm food Jin filled you up with, now refreshed and rested from all the napping before. The maknaes were giving uou the silent treatment, whining about you cuddling the hyungs and not them. You were a little embarrassed about how you asked the hyungs to cuddle with you, hormones and sleepiness making you more clingy than usual. And since you pulled all of them away from work, they all had to clock in a little earlier, going to work earlier than usual and coming back for their break later.

"Hmm," Jin hummed after washing plates from lunch. "Yoongi didn't come home to eat."

Namjoon and Hoseok had come home at twelve, tearing through the food Jin made for them and leaving again, but Yoongi never came home, only replying a 'later' to Jin's text telling him to come get food. And hours after, when the sun was starting to set, he still hadn't come home. He was okay, still responding to Jin's texts, but insisted on staying at work until he finished with his project.

"Ugh, he's gonna hole himself up forever." Jin groaned, putting down his phone.

"Can I go check on him?" You asked. Jin thought about it for a moment then, sighed, agreeing, and going to get his keys.

"I'll drop you off, I need to run some errands."

So there you were, dropped at the doorstep of Yoongi and Namjoon's studio. You were sure Namjoon was working away down the hall, but you stopped at Yoongi's door, putting in the code you remembered from last time and quietly entering. You had a takeout bag in hand from the shop down the street that Jin had told you was Yoongi's favorite, ordering everything he said Yoongi liked with the money he gave you before pulling away.

"Yoongi? I brought you some food. I remember you saying you liked the takeout from the shop on the way here, so I brought some. You weren't home so we didn't know if you had eaten."

"Thanks," he mumbled, setting down his headphones. "You okay? No more period issues?" He stood, coming over to take the delivery from your hands.

"I'm fine, just some bad cramps."

"Do you need a heating pad? We have one somewhere in the garage?"

"Yeah, Jin gave it to me, and Hoseok gave me one, too. I'm okay for now, but I knew you were working for a while so I thought I'd come and check on you."

"You didn't have to do that," he shook his head, going back to work without eating, leaving the food on the table. "I'm sure you were busy hanging out with the maknaes or something."

"Yeah, but I wanted to make sure you ate." You looked around the room checking for other food containers. "Have you? It's not good to go too long without eating."

"I have a lot of work to do."

"You can work and eat," you decreed, picking up chopsticks and bringing towards his face. "Eat some."

"You're worse than Jin." He groaned, but then stood, grasping your arm gently and pulling you over to the table, settling onto the couch next to you. "Did you really think I could eat all this?" He asked, taking one of the disposable plates that came with the take out and spooning food onto it, handing it to you.

"I just didn't want to get too little. Jin said I could use all the money to get your favorites, so I bought everything he said you liked."

Yoongi chuckled, more of a puff of an than an audible sound. "You should've got yourself something."

"I don't have to eat any, it's for you anyway."

"Did you eat yet?"

"No, but--"

"Then you'll eat now." He smiled, handing you chopsticks and a fork and spoon.

"And you say I'm too much like Jin." You took the chopsticks with mirth, scooting closer so your thighs touched and could access the bowls and trays easier.

You ate in silence for a while. "I won't keep you long. I'm sure you wanna go back to whatever you were doing with the maknaes." He stood again, placing his late down and walking back to his sound board.

"I don't mind staying." You shook your head. "Its nice and quiet here. And you're here. I feel like we haven't hung out in forever." "I've been sleeping in late a lot, I guess."

"It's good. You're comfortable enough to sleep through the night now."

"Mm." You hummed through a mouth full of noodles. "We'll just have to turn our coffee drinking mornings to tea drinking nights."

Yoongi smiled again. "If you want."

"Of course I do. I love hanging out with you Yoongi."

"Feelings mutual, kitten." He tapped his fingers on the desk, thinking for a moment. "Do you wanna hear some of what I've been working on?

"Of course!" You popped up from the couch coming over to him.

You passed the time there, and when Jin called you told him you'd stay with Yoongi, going home whenever the man decided to finish with work. Watching him work you realized how diligent the man was, almost never looking way from his screen and humming to himself, testing melodies and beats with the tap of his pencil. You were quiet, too quiet, Yoongi realized eventually after you sat back down, turning around to see you had fallen asleep sitting up on his couch. Deciding to take pity on you, he pulled out a blanket he usually kept in a cubby in his cabinet, specifically for when he felt like catching a nap in his, usually, freezing cold studio. He could already see the goosebumps on your arms and tucked the blanket carefully around you.

He went back to work, glancing at the clock every once in a while to see the time tick past, always hours later. It was getting dark outside, he could see fork his studio and looked over at you. he stood up and walked over to you, peering at you from above.

You stirred awake from his movement. "Yoonie?" You slurred, and he smiled, leaning closer.

"Right here, Kitten."

"C'mere." You mumbled, pulling at the leg of his pants.

"Jeez, you're cuddlier than the maknaes." He pretended to be inconvenienced as he let you manhandle him next to you, practically pulling yourself on top of him and falling asleep again.

Yoongi looked down at you, face half hidden by the fluffy blanket, curled against his chest, puffs of air hitting him rhythmically. You looked peaceful and he secretly hoped it was him bringing you that peace. He pulled his phone to check the time and before he could think better of it, he snapped a photo of you swaddled up next to him. After some hesitation,-- but who was he kidding, he didn't hesitate at all-- he set it as his phone screen. A little creepy, he thought to himself, but the picture made him smile when he saw it, it was the perfect thing to see whenever he opened his phone.

The next day, the maknaes gave up on giving you the silent treatment, now plastering themselves to your side as you made breakfast. Jin had to whack the back of their hands as they kept trying to take nibbles of food, making Jungkook slink back to the table, bit Taehyung kept himself glued to your back, while you whisked up eggs to scramble.

"We have vacation time for all of us coming up. Why don't we plan a vacation?" Jimin said, slowly and sneakily trying to grab a strip of bacon while Jin was busy flipping a pancake.

"Oh, yeah. We didn't get to anything for Joon and Kookie's birthdays this year either. What do you guys think?" Hoseok asked the question to them, gesturing with his mug of coffee, legs crossed, as he slung his arm around Yoongi's chair.

"What about... somewhere far, maybe with lots of beaches?" Jungkook said, now stealing sausages from Namjoon's plate, the older man pretending he didn't notice.

"Mm, like an island getaway?" Jimin hummed, taking his trip of bacon back to the table where Jin couldn't smack him. "What do you think, pretty?"

A silence fell and you turned around to see the cause, surprised that all eyes were on you. Oh, he was talking to you! "Uh, it sounds nice, I've heard it can be really relaxing." You said with a shrug, going back to whisking eggs.

"We should find a nice resort, maybe beachfront, I want one with a good spa so I can get a foot rub." Hoseok said, stretching out his leg.

Yoongi groaned, leaning his head onto Hoseok's shoulder. "Ugh, but then other people will be there."

Taehyung suggested, "We could always go somewhere more exclusive, or just get a rental." He turned to you again. "What do you think, Y/n? Resort or rental?"

"Mm, since you all are famous it would probably be best to get somewhere more private, but since it's a celebration you should go some where public, so you can be close to a lot of fun events."

"You are so smart. What would we do without you honestly?" Jin praised, probably more than necessary but you just smiled, happy about it even if it was excessive.

"You'd be vacationing in a shack in the middle of nowhere apparently." You joked, poking fun at Yoongi who mumbled 'that would be better' under his breath as the conversation continued.

"Okay. Where should we go then, sugarplum?" Jin asked you, piping whipped cream on the stack of pancakes he flipped off and handing them to Taehyung, who finally peeled himself away from you.

"Wherever you guys want to go? I don't know, it's your vacation." You blinked up at Jin blankly, confused on why they were asking your opinion so much.

"Honey. Don't tell me you think that we're just gonna go and leave you here?" Jimin asked, turning in his chair to make sure you could see his dramatically raised eyebrow.

'You said you guys should go on a vacation." You repeated.

"I said we should go on vacation. As in everyone." He clarified. "You're coming, too."

"Oh." You really didn't know what to say to that. You should've expected it, you had seen the endless generosity of these men, but going on their vacation? You keep assuming they'll get sick of you at some point but they keep surprising you.

"So, pick a place." He said again.

You set your mixing bowl, moving the whisk absentmindedly as you thought about it. "It doesn't really matter to me. I mean, somewhere cheaper would be nice, so I could be able to afford activities and things with the money I have saved up, but--"

Jin immediately stopped you. "No, no, no. You're not paying for anything on this trip."

"But--"

"No, keep your money for something else, we got this one, angel." Hoseok added.

"Are you sure? I could probably--"

"We're sure." Taehyung said this time and you got the feeling that they weren't budging on this one. They looked at you expectantly and before you could protest again, Jimin spoke up.

"Please. Let us take of you, just this once? You do so much around here and have helped so much since being here. Let us repay you with good memories and carefree times on this trip." He pleaded and you couldn't bring yourself to say no. Was it really so bad to be spoiled?

"Okay." You acquiesced, and the kitchen erupted into cheers.

"Okay! Now, pick a place."

#poly! bts x reader #ot7 x yn #ot7 x reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #gbist #aaaahhh this one isnt proofread #theres typos for sure #and i had to cut out a txt scene #two chapters away now #i keep forgetting about our boys

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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part thirteen)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, picnic :) )

A/N: taglist closed! omg guys I'm so sorry, I'm so swamped 😭 the next drabbles are going to take a while to come out. I'm working on them, I promise, in fact the next ex-fiancees au drabble is almost finished but the spy au one is half done and the college au one is not started yet. First and foremost, I will make sure that above all GBIST always comes out on time because I promised myself and you all that I would never miss an update, and the drabbles are side stories, not my main focus so unfortunately they will have to suffer 😔 With that being said, enjoy the chapter <3

A week went by in no time, Jimin keeping you guys posted and sending you videos of him behind the scenes while people touched up his makeup and clothes, and you all sent back videos of you doing stuff around the house, like when Jungkook did a backflip off the balcony into the pool after Taehyung dared him to and the lecture he got from Jin after he found out, or when Hoseok tried to teach you some of the choreography he was doing with his students and your shoe flew off and hit the ceiling.

Actually, they had added you to a bunch of group chats now that you had your phone: one that was all eight of you, and one that was just maknaes and you, one that was just the hyungs and you, plus one with you, Hoseok and Jungkook that was made to make fun of the others for not liking mint chocolate chip ice cream and ended up being a chat for you all to send memes to at three in the morning.

You also had a group chat with Soobin, Kai, Taehyun, Beomgyu and Yeonjun, and talked to them often, but they were super busy. Apparently, they were training to participate in an international dance competition and ran a YouTube that they had all their practice work on. They were super popular and really funny, doing vlogs and dance covers and everything.

But, right now, you were making food for the picnic planned before Jimin left, making mini sandwiches and strawberry shortcake slices with extra whipped cream, as well as chocolate dipped cheesecake bites, a recipe you had found late at night while scouring for apartments and fighting midnight cravings. You even found a cute little picnic basket Jin let you borrow, packing the containers onto the soft fabric lining the basket.

You were leaving for the picnic soon, placing the basket off to the side and going to your room to get ready. It had been rainy and cloudy for the past week after Jimin came back, confining you to the house, but now rain had left perfect weather. You stared up at the dress that had been bought for you, still thinking it was way too gorgeous and classy for a smile picnic, but you took it off the hanger anyways, musing on your newfound friendships, especially Jimin's now that he considered you to be close to him.

Jimin's friendship was an interesting one to receive, to say the least.

Now that Jimin was no longer wary of you, he seemed to be trying to make it up to you entirely through cuddles, snuggling up to you on the couch and bringing you everywhere he went, even if it was just down to the kitchen for some water. Since he's been home from his trip, he hasn't spent a second alone and recommending a movie marathon where you all lay around and catch up with each other, making smores and hot chocolate. And with Taehyung there it was twice as bad, hands playing with your hair and laying next to your other side.

You had definitely grown in your friendship with both of them, Taehyung especially making an effort to include you in as many things possible now. He and you started a tradition of movie marathons, where you would bake something and then eat it together, while discussing the movie you were watching and everything you loved or hated about it. He'd pull you along to the couch randomly, saying something like, 'come watch this movie with me, it's one of Jungkook's favorites,' and sit hip to hip with you like there was no space. Music listening was another hobby you shared, and he would often go to you with song recommendations, gently placing headphones into your ears, and playing music for you while telling you, 'I think you'd really like this song.' Once after you had washed your hair, starting to dry and style it, he helped you, taking a brush and gently combing knots or tangles out of your hair. 'Let me play with your hair, it's so pretty,' he had said, doing cute styles like space buns and ponytails, twining pretty ribbons and clips into it.

Jimin had also brought gifts like he promised, souvenirs and more things, more clothes and more jewelry. He had come into your room the first night he was back and emptied out a bag stuffed with clothes he'd brought for you onto your bed, helping you put them away and pick what you liked, all the latest fashions of wherever he was modeling in. He had also bought home for you a bigger jewelry box already filled with gold bracelets, silver necklaces, diamonds earrings, things so shiny it almost hurt your eyes.

It was becoming more and more obvious that he liked sharing things with you and buying things for you, getting you some matching outfits and letting you borrow some of his stuff or even raid your closet-- full of clothes he'd bought you in the first place anyways. He seemed to like sharing jewelry, getting you both a pair of earrings to share. He'd taken one dangly diamond earring out the box and handed the other to you. 'This way, we always have something to remind us of each other,' he had said then, insisting that you wore it when you went out together, arguing that it'll let people know who you're with. You pointed out that people don't usually pay that much attention to earrings but he just rolled his eyes. 'People pay a lot of attention to me when I go out, so this way they'll pay a lot of attention to you, too.'

It's become quite obvious that the boys liked to show affection with gifts and favors, like Yoongi offering to fill up your cup of water for you so you don't have to get up, or Namjoon giving you a book he thought you'd like, and Jimin even more so, showering you in things he found that reminded him of you while he was gone, like the fancy necklaces and shoes he brought back.

In these cases, you figured it was better to just take it rather than put up a fight like you used to. If they got joy from giving you things, why turn them down? You did like the things they gave you and at this point turning them down to be polite would upset them more than anything. You had trouble thinking of yourself like a friend, used to being a burden to most people you came in contact with. You tried to make yourself small as to not bother them, but it seemed like they kept trying to pull you out of your shell, wanting you to be as loud and active as them.

A knock sounded at your door as you stared at the dress on you, as dreamlike and pretty as it looked when you found it. It made you look like something out of a fairytale, like a princess on an adventure, you couldn't help but stare. "Come in!" You called out, still admiring yourself.

It was Jimin, of course, vibrating with excitement. "Hey," he said, coming in and looking at you in the dress. "You look so gorgeous." He smiled, looking in the mirror while standing behind you.

You smiled back, still too stunned for words, and he hummed, a sneaky smile coming onto his face. "You know, I think I have the perfect necklace to go with this." He said, taking your hand and pulling you to the door. He led you down the hall to his room, digging through a bag until he pulled out a black velvet box.

"Here," He placed it in your hands. "Open it." Jimin said, looking up at you with eager excitement. What could be in this box? You had no idea what would make him so excited, even when he was giving you the gifts he wasn't this anxious. You flipped open the top.

You gasped, seeing a familiar sight. The pink diamond necklace from the shop all that time ago. You plucked it out carefully, holding it gently as you lifted it from the box and looked at Jimin again, your eyes filled with happy confusion. He started to explain, rambling nervously, "I bought it then when we first saw it, but I figured I'd wait until you would actually accept it from me." He had a sad smile on his face as he tried to figure out how to phrase his words. "I've never dealt with anyone like you, but I'm glad I have. Knowing you has been... different. In a good way." He quickly reassured after you didn't say anything for a second.

You listened quietly as he spoke, looking at the warmth in his eyes, directed at you. It was really true. Jimin had accepted you as part of his inner circle, he had regretted what he had said to you and he wanted to have you around and do things for you.

You smiled, wobbly and watery, and placed the necklace down. "Jimin, this is... I don't even know what to say." You wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him into a grateful hug. "I forgive you, I can't imagine it was easy to have me around, but thank you for trying to be nice to me, and thank you for all the gifts and things. We had a rough start, but you've more than made up for it."

He squeezed you back tight, smiling in relief. "Thank you princess, but I have a long way to go before I can make up for anything. I hope you're ready for more presents, because I'm not letting you say no to gifts anymore."

"You never let me say no to gifts in the first place," You teased, pulling back so you could look at him. "I still need to put on my shoes," you added trying to step away, but he held tight, pulling you back to clasp the necklace around your neck and then grabbed your hand.

"I'll come with you." He said, walking with you back to your room.

"My room is just down the hall."

"Sure, but things are more fun when you do them with other people." He said, swinging your hands back and forth.

Entering your room, you picked up the shoe box, you hadn't taken them out because they looked to so pretty and white, you were worried about staining them. However, taking them out the box one handed was a struggle and putting them on seemed like it would be even harder. Luckily, Jimin took them from you, ushering you to sit back on the bed.

"Here, I'll do it." He kneeled before you, sliding it onto your foot and tying the straps around your calves.

"This is just like Cinderella," you giggled, and he smiled up at you, moving onto the next shoe.

"Does that mean I'm the Prince?" He joked, standing up again as he finished. "I guess we know what we're doing for Halloween."

You both made your way downstairs, seeing Jungkook and Taehyung standing by the door with the picnic basket, then looking up as your footsteps sounded on the stairs.

"Woah," Jungkook breathed in awe. "You look incredible! If I knew we were getting all dressed up, I'd have worn something fancier." He scratched the back of his neck bashfully, but you shook your head, surveying his outfit.

He actually looked really good, wearing a white button down casually rolled up to his elbows and jeans, but he made the outfit so much more classy just by wearing it. Taehyung and Jimin looked good too, but that was a given, both of them wearing comfy looking sweaters fitted to their physiques, Taehyung's warm tan and Jimin's jet black.

You patted Jungkook's arm in reassurance, replying earnestly. "You look fine to me, Kookie, don't worry about it."

His eyebrows shot up in shock, meeting the messy wavy hair over his forehead. "Did you just call me--" he cut himself off with a laugh and turned to Taehyung smugly. "I got the first nickname! I told you!" Taehyung groaned as he gloated and you looked between them confused.

"The first nickname?" You inquired, blinking owlishly.

Jimin explained, laying a hand on your shoulder, "They made a bet over who would get a nickname from you first. Tae thought it'd be him and Jungkook thought it would be him, so we all bet fifty dollars over who would get it."

Taehyung was sulking as Jungkook laughed in his face, and rolled his eyes, marching to the car. "Whatever, I'm still her favorite."

"No way!" Jungkook immediately argued. "I'm her favorite! You two have only been friends for like, a week. Me and Y/nie have been friends forever!"

"Well, I don't see you with a personalized playlist." Taehyung shot back.

"You made him a personalized playlist?"

All the way to the park, Taehyung and Jungkook bickered over what makes them a better candidate to be your favorite while you and Jimin held back giggles. Eventually they turned to you, asking you to settle it, right there and then.

"Why don't we ask Y/n who her favorite is?" Taehyung asked turning to you expectantly. "Just because you got a nickname first doesn't mean you're the favorite." He said to Jungkook who rolled his eyes playfully.

"Doesn't Jin technically have first nickname?" You deflected.

Jungkook scoffed. "No, everyone calls him Jin. That's different--"

"Oh look, we're here!" Jimin announced, driving up to the entrance of the park. The park rolled into view as you looked out the window, bright green on a perfect sunny day. Jimin parallel parked on the curb, all of you hopping out.

You looked over the park, mostly empty with a few people milling about or jogging in workout clothes. You subtly clutched the skirt of your dress, feeling overdressed until Taehyung took one of your hands. "Let's find a good place to sit." He suggested, squeezing your hand and walking you onto the path.

For once, you looked dressed up enough to match the boy's stunning appearance. They attracted attention easily, now you didn't look so out of place like usual. A part of you imagined always looking like this, dressed and attracting attention with them and not just fading into the background behind them, being with them and being seen with them, but you shook that away. You were friends, to want more from them would be draining, they were already giving you so much.

"Let's head over there!" Jungkook pointed at a patch of grass under a tree, sunlight streaming through the leaves. You would have to walk off the path though, through the grass and dirt. You frowned and lifted your leg, preparing to untie your shoes.

"What are you doing?" Jimin asked, watching you with slight concern. "Do the shoes hurt?"

"No, I just don't want to get them dirty." You replied, and before you knew it, you were swept up, Jungkook's arms wrapped around you and carrying you princess style.

"I've got you." He hefted you easily over the grass towards the tree, and after Jimin rolled out the blanket, he placed you gently down. Jimin quickly stole the spot on your right and Taehyung sat on your left, making Jungkook roll his eyes as he settled across from you, the furthest away.

"Let's see all the tasty treats Y/nie made for us." Taehyung cheered, unpacking the picnic blanket.

"Oh, I'll show you!" Yoi chirped excited for them to see the things you made for them. You took out the trays of food and bowls of fruit, showing them off one by one. "This is the strawberry shortcake, these are the finger sandwiches, these--" you heard a click as you held up a bowl of raspberries with honey drizzled over them, seeing Jungkook aiming a camera at you.

"Don't take pictures of me," you tossed a napkin at him and he simply laughed.

He raised an eyebrow, lowering the camera. "Oh, come on the whole reason we're out here is to take pictures."

"Of, like, flowers and stuff. Not me." You pouted and he acquiesced, though his smile didn't make you feel confident he would keep his promise.

"Fine, no pictures." He replied, eagerly grabbing the paper plates out the basket, passing them out. "Let's eat! I'm starved."

You all dug in, the boys praising your cooking and you beamed happily, glad you could do something to make them happy. You watched them eat until they noticed you weren't taking anything.

"You aren't going to have any?" Jungkook said, noticing you didn't take a paper plate.

You waved your hand dismissively, refusing, "I had some when I was making them, you all can eat the rest--" Taehyung pushed a bite of sandwich into your mouth while you were distracted, feeding you himself off his plate.

"You should still have some." He said. "You worked so hard to make these, you should have an extra treat."

"And you should definitely have dessert." Jimin added, holding a chocolate bite up your lips until you ate it. He watched the way your lips parted to close around it with a little too much interest, but you hardly noticed.

"And this whipped cream is delicious!" Jungkook chimed in, holding a bite of shortcake on a fork up to your mouth and watching you lick it up. You didn't even realize how perfectly you were posed, wiping some whipped cream off your face with and licking that off as well, your lips wrapped around your finger just so. You were walking art and you didn't even seem to realize it.

You let a small giggle, being bombarded with food, as you heard another click. You turned, seeing Jimin with the camera now and you held your hand up to block him. "Stop!"

"I don't do anything," he lied with a innocent smile, handing it back to Jungkook. "I was just testing it."

"Sure." You huffed. Most of the food was gone now, so you sat back again, letting them eat the rest now that they weren't spoon feeding you anymore. Jungkook quickly stuffed his mouth with the rest of his slice of shortcake then stood eagerly.

"Let's go take pictures now." Jungkook held out a hand to help you up and scooped you into his arms again. "These losers can stay here and keep watch over the stuff." He stuck his tongue out at them, carrying you away to another stone path you could walk on without dirtying your shoes.

"Where are we going?" You asked as he set you down and led you forward.

"There's a botanical garden here," Jungkook explained, holding your hand as you walked. "They have flowers native to this region and butterflies fly around there all the time."

You looked around as you entered, white stone archway and vibrant tall green hedges marking the entrance. Sunlight filtered in spots through the leaves, and butterflies were perched on colorful flowers, blues and purples and pinks mixed with green.

"Wow," you murmured quietly, slowly stepping up to an orchid. As you stared, a butterfly landed on it, blue wings opening and closing as it rested. You heard a click and looked over to see Jungkook taking another picture of you. "Seriously?" You scoffed as he grinned playfully.

"What? You look pretty. See?" He held the camera out so you could see the screen, a profile picture of you and the butterfly haloed by the sun, the dress making you look angelic.

"You really are talented." You commented. For him to make you look so good so easily, he must really know what he's doing.

"It's not hard to take pretty pictures when you have a pretty subject." Jungkook replied, murmuring low as he approached you. He wrapped his arms around you, putting the camera into your hands and holding them, focusing on the flower in front of you. He continued, shaking into your ear over your shoulder, pressed closely to your back. "You use this button to zoom in, this dial to focus, and this button," A click sounded and then a picture of the orchid with the butterfly fluttering off appeared on the screen. "To take a picture."

You looked up over your shoulder at him as he smiled softly down at you, then stepped away slowly. "But that's just the basics. There are more settings you can play with, but for now," He held his hand out to you. "Let's see what your phone camera can do."

You handed him your camera and he started going into detail about it, most things that went in your ear and out the other, but you found it hard to retain anything as he spoke, confidently and swiftly, you getting caught up in how cute he looked when he was excited and rambling about something. His nose scrunched up slightly and his smile had a charming slant.

You shook yourself, breaking away from that train of thought. No thinking about your new friends as cute. They were gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that, but you would not allow yourself to catch feelings and ruin this. You focused back on what he was saying, taking the camera and snapping pictures around the garden like he showed you.

Jungkook leaned against a tall tree, watching you interact with the things around you. You gently touched flower petals, ran a finger over smooth leaves, watched butterflies flutter with wonder in your eyes. Everything about you was so amazing.

He lifted the camera again, snapping a candid photo of you standing still so a butterfly could perch on your finger. He would have to make sure to transfer these photos later, maybe post them on his Instagram or Twitter. He wanted to share these photos with a the world, let as many people as possible know that he knew you.

"Are these good, Kookie?" You asked, soft voice echoing slightly in the quiet space. You looked up at him, waiting for approval and he took the phone looking at all the pretty pictures of flowers and plants you took. You were skilled indeed, it seemed like you were a natural. He complimented your work then looked up at you, smiling wide and proud of yourself and had to hold back from kissing the cute swell of your cheek.

"You know, I'm glad you feel that we're close enough to call me Kookie," He started, handing your phone back and stepping closer, watching your eyes widened as he stepped closer into your space. "But I think you should call me Oppa instead."

Your eyes twinkled, pushed into half moons by your smile. "Really? Why? Because you're a couple months older?" You teased him back, smile curling smug and alluring, Jungkook being drawn in and leaning in more towards you, absolutely awestruck.

He continued, voice growing lower as he focused on you in front of him, spots of sunlight making your skin and eyes glow. "I'm older so it still counts."

"Sure." You replied mockingly and he rolled his eyes, but secretly he loved how playful you were being. It was a sign that you had truly adjusted, that you felt comfortable enough to tease, that you wanted to connect and laugh with them.

"You're going to be mean to your Oppa when I showed you how to take good pictures with your camera? How ungrateful." He crossed his arms in mock indignation and he could see your teasing attitude melt.

"Okay, okay." You placated him, deciding to humor him and said again, more genuinely, "Thank you, Oppa."

His heart fluttered and he whooped, scooping you up again and running with you back to the picnic blanket, your laughter filling the air. First nickname and the first one you called Oppa, he thought to himself. He was definitely your favorite.

Shortly after, you all had headed back home, folding up the blankets and packing everything back into the car. When you reached your room, you carefully removed the dress, hanging it back up carefully and placing the shoes back into their box. It was a miracle they didn't get dirty today, you were sure that the dress needed to be dry-cleaned and you didn't have the money for a place that could properly take care of your dress.

Speaking of money, you picked up laptop, deciding to use the rest of your day to search for jobs and apartments. You had applied to a couple jobs in the area already but none had responded, so you figured you might apply for more.

Moving through the living room to the back porch, you encountered the rest of the boys settling on the couch in the living room.

"We're playing video games, wanna join?" Jungkook offered, flashing a video game case at you as he set up a console on the low table. Mortal Kombat 11, you appraised. "We're playing story mode and everytime someone loses a fight, we pass the controller."

"Which means Namjoon and Hoseok won't be seeing a lot of play time." Taehyung teased, a pillow getting tossed at him by Hoseok and an eye roll from Namjoon who seemed mostly invested in a book.

You shrugged, explaining. "I was just going to sit outside for a bit."

"Sit in here, you can hang out with us." Jin waved you over and you say in the seat next to him, his arm laying on the back of the couch behind you as the first cutscene began to play on the screen. "I've been meaning to ask if you wanted more stuff to decorate your room with. You know, different furniture, repainting, anything like that."

"I don't think that be a good idea." You declined, logging into your laptop.

"What's the harm?" Hoseok interjected over the sound of Jungkook already beating up the first opponent. "I'd be nice for your room to have a more personal touch, right?

"Well, I don't want to use up any of your money when I'm going to be moving away." You remarked casually, turning your laptop so they could see the apartment listing you had been looking at, but the room hushed, all attention turning to you.

"Who said anything about you moving?" Jimin replied, trying to be casual but couldn't help the slight wariness in his tone.

"I just..." You blinked owlishly, confused at the tense reaction. Isn't it good that you'd be leaving? "I'm gonna move eventually. I can't live with you forever. I already have a few apartments I've been looking at and when I get a job, I'll have my own place to decorate."

"You wanna leave?" Jungkook asked you, character on the screen long past defeated as he stopped playing, feeling his heart gripped with cold at your words.

"I can't stay forever--"

"Yes, you can!" Taehyung insisted, cutting you off before you could finish.

"What Tae means is... we wouldn't mind if you did." Jin placed a warm hand onto your shoulder, looking you in eyes, brown eyes serious but comforting. "You're far more than just a housemate now, if you want to stay, we won't kick you out."

"You mean it? It doesn't bother any of you?" You asked, looking around the room and being met with heads shaking no.

"Good." Jungkook said, looking around at everyone. "Everyone's okay with it, so you're staying." He announced an air of finality to it, turning his attention back to the screen.

"Unless you want to leave..." Taehyung looked at you, sadness tinging his tone. It hurt to think about but he had to address it. It was only fair to you to have the choice.

"But you don't. Right?" Jungkook looked back at you, eyes piercing yours as he searched for an answer in your face. No way you were leaving, over his dead body.

Yoongi met eyes with you, silently observing and encouraging you no matter what you chose, and Hoseok seemed to be sitting this one out. The last thing he wanted to do is force you to stay or make it seem like you had to stay for their sake. Namjoon was looking back and forth the way he always did when you interacted with the boys, analyzing the way you acted with each other as your relationships evolved. It was interesting to watch, especially in times like these when he could tell how close you had gotten with everyone. Usually they had to convince people to get away from them. Asking someone to stay and live with them was definitely new.

"Kookie, she has to have the chance to refuse." Jin said, his own tone sounding reluctant. Even if we really don't want her to, went unsaid, but it didn't matter much. In the next moment, your eyes brimmed with tears and you slumped into Jin's chest, hiding your face and letting him hold you.

"You mean," you began, voice wobbly as you slightly peered up at Jin, eyes wet and wide, still pressed to him. "I can stay? With all of you for as long as I'd like?"

"Oh darling, of course you can." His arms held you tight to his chest, squeezing you like it was this hug that would keep you home with them. "Besides, I need my cooking buddy or else I'll lose my mind."

You giggled, it sounding like magic and twinkling chimes after the tension of the moment. "How could I ever let that happen?" Everyone, consciously or not, let out a breath of relief. Jin held you to his chest for what was probably way longer than typical for a hug but you weren't pulling away and he sure as hell wasn't either.

"Anyways, Jungkook lost, so it's my turn!" Taehyung snatched the controller out of Jungkook's hands. "I'll show you how a real pro does it."

"No fair, I wasn't even paying attention!"

"You snooze you lose."

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The next day, you were laying in bed, your bed in your room, like you've been doing more often with Taehyung cuddling you all the time (you had a feeling you'd never be done paying back those cuddles), and Jungkook using you as a pillow while he played video games. You were starting to think that you were just a fancy pillow to them, with how comfortably and constantly they'd lean into you or against you.

This time though, it was Jimin, head on your stomach while you laid on your back on your bed, watching funny videos on your phone and trying not to drop your phone on your face. Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, you glanced up at Jimin. He had the front camera of his phone angled towards you, taking a video and zooming in on your face. "Stop," You pushed it away laughing, both exasperated and amused. Jimin seemed to have a penchant for capturing moments on camera and lately he seems most interested in you.

You weren't in the habit of taking pictures like the other boys, always updating and keeping their followers engaged with whatever content they uploaded, but it didn't seem to be an issue. Every photo of you they uploaded, including the pictures from the picnic and the festival, they tagged you in, causing people to wander over to your Instagram page. You had noticed more followers, people following you out of loyalty to the boys probably, fans who were curious about you asking about you in their comments, not that they answered. While they seemed to like showing you off, they didn't answer any questions about you. Maybe they were respecting your privacy or maybe they just didn't care to interact with their followers but you noticed they all liked the comments people left calling you pretty.

After seeing the photos, Beomgyu and the boys followed you too, messaging you about how they needed to take pictures with you too and you promised them you would meet up eventually.

Though, it didn't seem like that would happen soon, the maknaes keeping you busy all the time with stuff they wanted to do, movies and video games and TV shows. You and Jimin had recently started binging some TV series with a bunch of seasons that you never had the chance to watch before until Jin had to literally pull you away from the TV in the living room after you sat in front of it for almost twenty four hours. Jimin had laughed about it the whole time all too delighted.

"You're a bad influence," you had told him then after getting scolded by Jin for the first time. He only smiled more mischievously and whispered, "There's a TV in my room, let's go finish the episode."

"I'm gonna go cook with Jin," you wiggled out from under Jimin and he pouted, rolling off the bed and following you to the kitchen.

"Ah, look who decided to join us." Jin announced from behind the sink. He and Jungkook were wearing their matching aprons from the first day you met them. So much has passed since then, you thought, and so much has happened in these last couple months.

As if proving your point, Jimin slinked past you, pressing against your side as he walked like a cat would rub it's tail against a person's leg. He kissed Jin and Jungkook steeping over to the stove. "What's for dinner?" He asked, peering into a pot.

"Beef stew and rice, with some grilled pork belly on the side. We already finished making it, it just has to finish cooking now." Jungkook explained, tossing a dish towel aside as he dried his hands. "Which will take another couple hours for the stew."

"And since you were late to the party, you can take of the dishes." Jin said to you, and Jimin scrunched up his nose.

"Yeah, good luck with that." Jimin said, quick to leave you to wash dishes alone. "I'll set the table."

He stepped into the dining room and you put on dish gloves and turned towards the sink, picking up the sponge to start washing. Jungkook stirred the soup over at the stove making sure it was cooking properly.

"You two seem closer." Jin murmured to you, voice low as Jimin was in the next room over. He leaned against the counter next to the sink. "Did something happen?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, scrubbing at a pot and looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"I mean, you were talking to each other before, but now you're all cuddly. Jimin usually only gets like that when he's really comfortable."

"What do you mean? Isn't he just the cuddly type?" You asked and Jungkook let out a scoff.

"Jimin? No way, he hates touch from anyone he doesn't like." He answered, turning to you with a bite of stew for you to try.

"But he's always all over you guys?" You said, eating the bite of stew and pulled the curry powder out of the spice rack, indicating it needed another dash.

"That's cause he calls us the pieces of his soul." Jungkook replied, adding the curry powder and mixing it in, preparing another bite for you. "He's comfy with us. And now with you, I guess."

"I guess so. I hadn't really thought about it like that. You're all so... different around each other. Seeing that for myself is new."

"Well, you've been officially indoctrinated now," Jin joked, taking a spatula and tapping each of your shoulders with it, pretending to knight you. "Welcome to the family."

You laughed, but it really touched your heart, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. It made you want to reach out and hug everyone, made you feel just as cuddly as Jimin had been acting.

"We're all so close now. Its like you've always been here." Jungkook commented, feeding you a bite of grilled pork belly, Jin telling him to stop picking at the food. He laughed and continued talking, putting the fork down. "I couldn't imagine you leaving. Y/n even made Tae a playlist a couple weeks ago." He spoke that last sentence to Jin.

Jin had started to rinse the soapy dishes you set aside, and said, "I didn't know you were making playlists, where's mine?"

"I don't what kind of music you like." You shrugged.

"But you knew Taehyung's?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"It was a guess."

Jin spoke, "It makes sense, Taehyung and Y/n have been glued at the hip lately."

"Whatever. I'm still her favorite," Jungkook scoffed. "Right?"

You didn't respond, just smiling.

"Y/nie, I'm your favorite right?" He asked more insistently, seeing your smile and the way you avoiding his eyes, leaning so he was in your vision still.

"Oh please, she doesn't want to answer because we all know it's me." Jin argued.

"There's no way!" Jungkook disagreed, the two of them starting one of their dramatic mock arguments.

You felt a hand on your back, rinsing your hands and turning around. Jimin was standing there, hand trailing into yours. "Y/nie, there's a festival at the beach an hour away." He gently pulled at your hand, urging you forward. "I'm going now, Wanna come with?"

"Sure," You nodded. He smiled widely, voice dripping to a whisper. "Great. Let's go while they're distracted."

Sure enough, the two men were still arguing over who was your favorite, and you and Jimin slipped away from the kitchen, the two of you giggling once you were in the car.

The ride was pretty fun, Jimin playing songs and you had a pretty similar music taste, the two of you singing the whole way there. As you got closer and closer you could smell the salty air, crossing a bridge over the water with ocean on both sides, making you excited as you realized you were almost there.

Soon, Jimin was driving over sandy road, the sea in the background you approached a small town on the coast, sea themed stores called things like Joe's crab shack or Robbie's Board Shop. You could see flags in the distance and banners proclaiming the location of the beachside festival.

Walking around, it was similar to the one you had attended the other week, stalls with sea themed art, large canvas tapestries that resembled waves and sunsets, smoothies of tropical fruits and grilled kebabs.

"We have to buy some tacky tourist clothes!" Jimin insisted, pulling you towards a store with Hawaiian shirts and neon bikinis. The air conditioning washed over you, cooling you from the heat outside and refreshing you.

Jimin had beelined to a rack of Hawaiian shirts, grabbing ones with the sunset illustrated in blues and pinks. "Grab some souvenir for our boys!" He told you while walking over to the flip-flops.

Looking at the various collectible items they had, you grabbed some basic key chains, one of those singing wall fish for Jin, a shot glass for Yoongi with a little painting of the beach on it, and some beaded bracelets for Tae and Hoseok.

Exiting the store, now decked out in tacky shirts, flip flops and oversized sunglasses, you moved around the rest of the festival. Jimin was beaming the whole time, laughing about sinking into the sand while you walked and pulling you to take pictures with him everywhere. He looked insanely good in the beach clothes, unfairly so, the Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned to the top part of his chest and the majority of his arms on display, his hair pushed back by the sunglasses in that messy fashionable way that made stray hairs frame his face.

"What?" He asked you when you went quiet staring at him. "Is there something on my face? Cause you're staring pretty hard." He teased, leaning in towards you.

You scoffed, looking away from his intense gaze, and pretended like you were dusting sand off his shirt. "I was just looking at that store behind you. There's a pretty pink scarf in the window."

Jimin turned, looking at the scarf and nodding when he saw it. "Oh yeah. Did you want it?"

"No, I just--"

But Jimin was already pulling you towards it, entering the store and getting goosebumps from the A/C again. It seemed like another tourist store, but with much less tacky decor. They had scarves, as well as bandanas, handmade dresses, knit bags, shirts with the store logo emblazoned on them, and personalized jewelry and mugs with random common names on them.

Jimin got the pink scarf, attention caught by the initial necklaces off to the side. He picked up two, his initial and yours and bought those and the scarf.

"Aren't those a little too tacky for your sophisticated style?" You remarked as he came back to you, tying the scarf around your hair.

"I'm literally wearing a ten dollar Hawaiian shirt right now." He replied, handing you your necklace. "This is the least tacky thing I'm wearing." He put on his necklace, looking at the both of your reflections in the mirror for a moment.

"You know what? I think this would actually look prettier on you." He said, draping his initial necklace over your neck and clasping it.

You raised an eyebrow at his weird idea, watching your mirror self copy you. "But it's your initial, and it looks weird if I'm wearing two initial necklaces and you're wearing none."

"Mm, you're right." He hummed, unclasping your initial and putting it on himself. "There." He smiled in satisfaction, grabbing your hand and pulling you back outside.

"Now let's go get another mango smoothie, it was so tasty!"

The sun started to set, the two of you settled at the coastline, the water rushing up to cover your feet and back again in waves, the two of you slurping at your smoothies and checking your phones. Earlier on, Jimin sent out a text to the group chat saying he took you out for a trip to the beach and shut off his phone, avoiding the wave of texts complaining about how he didn't bring them. This trip was for you two only, he decided, shooting a glance at you playing with the water with a cute smile on your face as you slurped at the stars of your smoothie.

He posted the pictures he took with you today, the boys instantly liking them and whining about how much you were having without them. Jimin laughed to himself, then almost choked on his smoothie looking at his feed.

"Xolani is having an exclusive fashion show!"

You tilted your head, looking over at his screen. "Who's Xolani?"

"Xolani is this super famous fashion designer, all her stuff is incredible." The post had sneak peeks of colorful, innovative designs that would only be displayed at the show. "I wanna go so bad." He groaned.

"Xolani Knight?" You asked again, face something Jimin couldn't decipher.

"Yeah," Jimin replied, a bit confused. "That's her full name, but her label is called Xoxo. Do you know her?"

"Oh my god, yeah, we went to school together! Good to see one of us made something of ourselves." You sighed, half happy for your friend and half downcast. Jimin laid a reassuring hand over yours on the sand. You shook your head, signaling that you were fine. "It's okay. She was always super talented. She was getting internships in her first year, everyone knew she'd make it big."

You were interrupted by buzzing, now that your phones were on again and Jimin had posted those pictures, the messaging was coming back tenfold asking when you'd be back.

Jimin looked at the horizon, basically almost fully sunk by now. "Mm, it's a little late to head back now... I saw a good hotel nearby, let's check in there and stay the night, hmm?" He suggested, already firing off a quick text about what you'd be doing to the group chat, shutting off his phone again. He stood, holding a hand out to help you up. "Besides there's really fun second part to the festival tomorrow where they bring in a bunch of cool foods, I saw it on a flyer, let's stay!"

You nodded, taking his hand as he walked you back to the car and drove all the way to the hotel, checking in at the front desk and getting room on a high floor, overlooking the sea.

"Gosh, that day was so much fun!" He cheered, opening the door to your hotel room, the card reader beeping and glowing a cool green. He pushed it open then stopped in confusion as he looked into the room.

"There's only one bed?" He stared in disbelief. "I thought I made sure-- they said a double queen suite." Jimin stared as if another bed would appear if he just looked hard enough and then groaned. He pushed you in gently, closing the door behind you both.

"Go ahead and sit down, I'm going to see if I can figure this out." He pulled out his phone to call the front desk quickly, striding out onto the balcony and waiting for someone to answer.

The room was nice, extremely classy actually, a large queen bed in the middle against the wall with a flat screen tv directly across. The walls were a soft beige and the carpets a jewel toned red that was plush and soft under your feet. There were modern artwork hung on the wall, splashes of color and shapes, and gold accent ran through out the room, lacing the blue and white sheets on the bed, lining the paneling on the wall, the wooden dresser having gold knobs. It was everything you had never had before. The doors on the wall went to a walk-in closet and a large bathroom complete with a jacuzzi, a separate round bathtub and shower unit.

The balcony Jimin was on overlooked the city, separated from the main bedroom by glass so clear it didn't even seem like it was there. You poked around, looking at the couch, moving the pillows and cushions. To your delight, it was a pullout.

"Apparently, double queen suite means 'a room with one queen bed and an occupancy space of two'." He scoffed. "They should've made that more clear." He looked at you, standing around awkwardly. "You can go ahead and lie down on the bed, I don't have the energy to change rooms now."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Oh, no, I'd rather you take the bed then have to sleep on the couch. I'll take the couch."

"Who said anything about taking the couch? If anything we'll just share." Jimin gave you a confused look, walking closer to you to gently usher you towards the bed. "It's been a long day, princess, lay down and try to rest, okay? You've been up on your feet for too long."

"But I don't have anything to sleep in."

Jimin rummaged through the bags you had with you, pulling out his sweater from earlier in the day and handing it to you. "Here, change into my sweater. I stole it from Namjoon so it's extra big."

He whipped off his Hawaiian shirt, just in his tank top and shorts, setting up his side of the eyed to sleep, plugging his phone into charge. You were stock still, hyperfocused on the definition of his toned arms. You had gotten a sneak peek with the shirt but it was different now, glimpses of his back and his side and your chest, your initial still dangling between his collarbones.

He smirked, feeling your stare. He bit his lip to try and hide his smile and moved to lay down. You looked away feeling creepy and fiddled with the sweater. You felt the bed move from where Jimin was settling under the covers.

"You having trouble putting on the sweater?" He drawled, obviously having fun watching you get flustered.

"I'll just go into the bathroom and change." You squeaked, standing and rushing towards the bathroom, hearing his giggles.

When you came back out, the sweater draping down to your thighs and slipping off your shoulder from how big it was, you tried to quietly walk back into the bedroom, seeing that Jimin had turned the lights off and wasn't moving. You slowly slipped onto your side of the bed, your back facing Jimin.

The A/C was blowing way too hard, cool air reaching you even under the blanket. You tried not to shiver too much, but Jimin spoke up, "Are you cold?"

"Just a little," you said, an obvious understatement with how your teeth were practically chattering, and you expected him to turn the A/C down. Instead, you felt the bed move again, strong arms pulling you closer to the center of the bed.

"How's this?" He spoke into your ear, warm breath brushing your cheek as he melded his body to yours.

"It's fine," you whispered, voice losing all strength being so close to him. He giggled again.

"You sure?"

You nodded, knowing he could feel it. It did feel nice, you liked cuddling even if you weren't as used to it. He squeezed you tight, holding you around the waist like you were a stuffed animal then sighed.

"I really am sorry."

"Hmm?"

"For everything, I mean. I was a jerk to you for no reason and you're so incredible, I just--" He paused, the humming A/C filing the space. "I wish I could take it back."

"You've apologized a thousand times." You replied.

"And I'll apologize a thousand more." He said back. "Every minute you show me that you weren't worth the way I treated you."

He groaned playfully, breaking the tension. "It's embarrassing just to think about. I was a mess."

"No, you weren't," you insisted but he shook his head. You turned around, looking at him through the moonlights streaming in through the window.

"Just, how would you feel if you found out your boyfriend had an ex who was apparently super special to him that you never heard about and now they were living in your house? On top of that you're like super pretty and nice and genuine, and he totally still has--" Jimin cut himself off before he said something he shouldn't.

"Has what?" You blinked unknowingly, eyes innocent and wide.

"Uhh... he, you know," Jimin back-tracked, figuring this wasn't his secret to tell or the time to do it. "We still have so much room to grow in our relationship, I guess I was scared you would throw that off." He corrected, hoping you wouldn't notice.

"Jimin, I would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship." You said, firm and honest. Your hair spilled out on the pillow case underneath you as your cheek pressed against it. You looked sleepy and adorable and Jimin wanted to laugh. How had he ever thought you'd be anything but a gift?

"I know, princess." He smiled softly at you through the darkness. "Now go to sleep."

#poly! bts x reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #ot7 x y/n #ot7 x reader #gbist #if this is five minutes late no its not #i am a master of being punctual #and if you see any typos no you dont #also this update is long as hell omg

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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part three)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (roommates au, fluff, slow burn, jin has so much room in his heart, everyone's getting used to you)

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Growing up, Jin was confused why people made such a big deal about liking boys or girls. He found it strange why people made big deals about anything, really, and at his ripe age of 29, he still didn't get why it mattered what anyone else did.

He was pretty in touch with his sense of self and tried not to overthink it. Some of the others had more rigid labels, but not Jin. He liked men, mostly, but that didn't mean he found women unattractive, and if it felt right, he wouldn't be opposed to dating one. He just thought that time had past, falling into routine with the other pieces of his soul in a place they had made home. They were perfect, their big loud family, and some would argue that seven is already too much.

But Namjoon's always had a way of surprising him, and while he had not technically brought you here with the intention of making you a permanent part of their lives, Jin knows that you wouldn't be this important to Namjoon if you weren't something special, and he's always trusted Namjoon's judgment.

Jin's being ridiculous of course, he usually is, even he could admit. He often jumps to conclusions without thinking things all the way through, and indulges in fleeting daydreams before resigning himself back to reality. Friends is a more likely result of all this. But the romantic in him is always thinking.

And honestly, walking in on you half covered in flour, a mixing bowl bigger than your head in front of you as you pored over the recipe for 'Perfect Chocolate Chip Waffles!' Jin had pinned to the fridge was enough fodder for Jin's domestic daydreams.

The other brats in this house treated cooking with him as a chore-- teasingly, he knew. If he really expressed how much he wanted to cook with them, they'd join in a heartbeat, but its nice to have someone that just shares the same enthusiasm as you-- maybe with you here, he'd have a cooking buddy.

And honestly, you worried Jin a little. You were a little on the underfed side, wrists too thin and appetite too small. Its been a week since you'd gotten here and the food he left out for you was only ever half eaten. You were tall and lanky, only about an inch shorter than Jimin, but the slim man had more meat on his bones than you.

Maybe, if he could get you to help him more in the kitchen, you'd actually sit at the table for dinner where he could keep and eye on you.

For now though, he'd make sure you didn't cover everything in waffle batter.

"Lower the mixing speed," he said, making his presence known instead of lurking in the doorway. "And you didn't add nearly enough chocolate chips." He tossed in another fourth of the bag, holding the bowl steady while you flipped the switch on.

"Oh, thank you." You chirped.

You had woken up early, too exhausted for job hunting today and decided to try and make something for the people graciously letting you stay in their house.

Eggs? Cinnamon buns? Pancakes? You settled on chocolate chip waffles after seeing the recipe and fancy looking waffle maker on the shelf. You hoped they wouldn't mind and that the waffles would soften any anger.

How many waffles do eight people need? You always ate at least two, but these were grown men, and you had observed from the aftermath of the dinners that they ate a lot.

You had been trying not to but, in the process of baking, you effectively made a mess. Butter smears on the counter, flour all over the floor, and maybe you ate more of the chocolate chips than you should've (but they were tasty!)

When Seokjin came to help you, you were honestly thankful. You were scared of messing something up without knowing it, the pristine kitchen daunting in its foreigness, so with him here you felt less scared to be in the kitchen.

The two of you stood there for a moment watching the mixture spin before he turned to you. "You know, Yoongi forgot to buy the whipped cream last he went to the store," he smiled like he was sharing a secret with you. "You wanna learn how I make my 'Amazing Homemade Whipped Cream'?"

And of course you did.

You got all the ingredients-- heavy cream and powdered sugar, and a dash of vanilla-- and set to mixing. Jin insisted that it tasted better when hand mixed, and made it easier to prevent overwhipping.

You grabbed the whisk, trying to make fast, tight circles to whip the mixture quickly. "Wait, no, not quite so fast," Jin grabbed your hand over the whisk, his chest pressing into your back momentarily. "Be a bit looser, try to get it all mixed, not just the center." Your hands moved as one for a long moment, your heart speeding up a bit. You told yourself to calm down, he was just showing you how to whisk.

"Like this?" You asked, blinking up at him through your lashes-- as the man was much taller than you and very close-- then blinking more when some flour fell off your eyelash.

"Good girl, that's perfect. Hold still and I'll wipe that flour off you, okay?" He grabbed a napkin, wetting it a little, and went to gently wiping the flour off your face. He had grasped your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly and you had averted your eyes to the buttons on his night shirt.

This is fine. He is just wiping flour off your face. He called you a good girl in a totally casual, friendly way, no big deal. You glanced up for a second seeing his warm smile accompanied by a flicker of something darker and hungrier in his eyes, and glanced away again.

He eventually released you, deciding to start cooking the waffles now that all the chips had been mixed in and you were otherwise occupied with whipping.

One by one, you watched the waffle stack pile up high, and eventually finished the bowl of whipped cream.

"Would you do me a favor and start brewing some coffee? Yoongi can't live without it and I'm craving a cup today too." Jin said, flipping another waffle out the machine.

"Sure." You answered, tapping at the fancy Keurig coffeemaker and making the flavors Jin told you he and Yoongi liked. You popped another one in there, only half thinking, one you remembered Namjoon liked, and ended up preparing a whole cup for him-- the cream, sugar, and syrup you would use before when you two would pull all-nighters-- before realizing Jin hadn't asked you to make this one.

"Who's that for?" He asked, as you placed down the third cup shakily.

"Umm... Namjoon, I guess. I kinda made it without thinking."

Jin had a knowing smile on his face. "Old habits, huh?"

You chuckled. "Yeah, I guess. Namjoon's parents had a Keurig too, when I stayed over I'd make him coffee. He doesn't like coffee much but he always said he loved when I made it." A small smile slipped out and you bit your lip to try and hide it.

"That's cute." Jin bumped his hip with yours. "Was Namjoon always such a hopeless romantic?"

You thought hard, tilting your head. "No? Not at first, anyway. He was hard to get close to. I thought he hated me at first, honestly. But after he would be kinder, more spontaneous, he'd take me on bike rides or out for ice cream randomly."

"Hmm. Maybe he learned it from you." A teasing smile this time. You dismissed the thought. "I doubt it, he's--"

Light footsteps coming into the kitchen interrupted your train of thought. Yoongi came in looking like death, skin pale and the bags under his eyes dark. "Coffee." He grumbled.

"You handed him his cup, a dark blue mug Jin said was his favorite. He took a sip, plopping into a stool next to the kitchen island.

"Mm, this is better than usual babe." Yoongi paused to say, only for a moment before taking another gulp.

"Y/n made the coffee actually." Jin said, plopping out another waffle.

Yoongi directed his attention to you. "Can you make it like this every day?"

"I could try?" You shrugged, the oversized shirt you slept in slipping your shoulder. Jin fixed it back for you.

"Please stay forever." Yoongi begged, drowning himself in coffee again.

"Yah, you never ask me to stay forever when I make you a good cup. What's so special about this one?" Jin had his arms on his hips now, staring down Yoongi and tapping his foot.

Yoongi took a second to breathe, already having downed half his cup. "It's not ridiculously sweet."

"I don't make mine ridiculously sweet!"

"You do, you always add extra sugar--"

"Sorry for assuming you wouldn't want to drink a cup of dirt!"

You broke out in giggles, unable to help yourself, thinking the situation was hilarious. Yoongi gestured at you, mug still in his hand. "See, even y/n thinks you're being ridiculous."

"I didn't say that," you gasped, shocked at being suddenly put on the spot.

"Y/n! How could you betray me like this? After I shared my Amazing Homemade Whipped Cream recipe with you?" Jin turned to you, mouth open in faux shock.

"Oh, please, you stole that from Food Network." Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully. "Besides, I don't have to worry about you going anywhere. Lord knows we couldn't you get to leave even if we tried."

"That's right, so you better enjoy the things I make for you! Y/n's not gonna be here forever."

Yoongi turned to address you again. "When you get a place of your own, would you be willing to come over everyday to make me coffee?"

"That depends. Do I have to wake up this early?"

"I'll drink coffee at midnight if it's this good."

"You drink coffee at midnight anyways." Jin scoffed.

"Okay, then its a deal." You nodded.

"I can't believe you, plotting to get rid of me in front of my own eyes!"

You laughed again, interacting so simply with them being very new to you. But maybe this is just how they were. Maybe they weren't so scary, like you thought, because for the past week you've been a bit... tense.

Well, okay, you were way past tense.

You were sure you'd never been so anxious in your life.

You felt so confused when you first got here, what does one even do when sharing a house with their ex and his six boyfriends?

Hide, apparently, because that's all you've been doing.

Well, not all. You had a schedule worked out.

You would wake up super early. This was mostly involuntary. Sleep came slowly to you nowadays and left just as quickly. You would go out and look for potential places of business to apply for. Namjoon's place was right in the middle of the city so these weren't hard to come by. However, looking for places that accepted college dropouts, especially from design school was difficult. You would do this for awhile, sometimes coming back at breakfast, sometimes at noon.

Namjoon would call when you stayed out too long, tell you he saved you breakfast, tell you to come home.

(Home? That place didn't seem to quite fit you. Them, sure, with their endless decorations and awards and pictures on the wall. You had no place there, no sign of your stay there. And it was honestly for the better. As soon as you could get financially stable again, you'd be out of there, and away from Namjoon and his picture perfect life, where you didn't belong anymore.)

Next, once you were home you would walk around the outskirts of the, frankly, huge house. There was a cluster of pretty flowers and bushes, tucked away in the corner of the backyard. Namjoon or someone seemed to have had a garden running at some point, but now it was overgrown weeds and shrubs and wildflowers. You had found gardening equipment in a nearby shed and had taken to fixing it up again.

The wildflowers were just too pretty though, so whatever you plucked you'd sit up in a plain looking vase you found in a cabinet, hoping they wouldn't be upset about you using it without permission, and placed it on the kitchen table. Someone must've noticed, picking it up and putting it back down, because it was be shifted around the table some days, twisted a different direction than you put it down.

You would sit on the bench swing, also seemingly abandoned, half hidden behind bushes. You were perfectly in the shade and could stare up at the clouds for hours, or read a book. There was a pool you were too scared to use, not that you had a bathing suit for it anyways, but you weren't sure how much liberty you had in treating this place like a hotel. You would stare into it though, at your reflection, wondering what other people saw when they looked at you.

You'd also picked up origami, making cute little turtles and bunnies and bears and snails, everything you could find a tutorial for. You did this inside and outside. Late at night, when most of the guys were in bed cuddling and talking and other things, you'd sit free and undisturbed in the living room. Sometimes you would sketch or paint out on the porch, you had so much more time to get back to your hobbies now that you weren't constantly scrounging for a meal.

Of course, sometimes, sleep would get the better of you, and folding paper can only be so entertaining. One blink, then two, then you're gone, laying back on the couch with paper animals around you.

Which is how the guys would often find you, face pressed soft against the cushion, and some would place a blanket over you.

Namjoon would sometimes carry you back to your room, if only to press you closer a little. The cute scrunch of your nose when fighting to stay asleep was so hard to look away from. It reminded him of lost nights, sleepless and sleepy all at once, feeling like you had to spill all your secrets before bed, all your theories on the universe. And the origami you'd been working on was becoming pretty precise. He scooped up a handful of paper animals, fitting them in around the house. You would wake up sometimes and go to make breakfast only to pass your origami added to the mix of trinkets on the fireplace.

The kitchen table, Jin decided, had been missing a centerpiece. The wildflowers you selected looked so perfect, like they belonged there all along. Everyday a new assortment of bright yellows, pinks, purples, and green would be sitting on his tabletop. How had you been struggling before when everything you did seemed worth paying millions for? He would pick up the case, turn it, twist it, look at in the light, in the shade, everything. How you managed to find something pretty in that old vine-ruined garden was beyond him, but he is eagerly waiting for what you bring every morning next.

Jungkook had seen better canvases. Out on the porch, you leave your paintings to dry, your sketches to tan to in the sun. He had better canvases, sitting somewhere in the house probably. The canvas you used was cheap, turning even your most delicate strokes rough and shoddy. And yet, they still had charm to them. Maybe it was the colors. Jungkook could even recognize a painting you did from following along with a Bob Ross video, signed with a cute lil heart next to your initials in the corner. Maybe he'll ask to join next time, if he could catch you out of your room. (If he wasn't too shy.)

After the creative activities of the day, you'd watch movies or TV in your room, trying to sleep but failing. You'd eat dinner in your room, too. You had made a habit out of using your phone less, using too much data was more than you could afford.

The first couple nights you cried a little and then one night you cried a lot, but you've been doing that less since you found a cute yellow puppy plushie sitting outside your door for you. When you felt like crying, you'd hold it and think about who in the house might have placed this welcoming gift. Maybe Namjoon, maybe Jin, but whoever it was, it was a reminder that maybe you weren't totally unwelcome here.

Because honestly, as nice as the first night's dinner was, you felt like you were. They all worked like crazy, some staying only to work at home all day, computer keyboards clacking and phone calls leaking out from closed doors. It made you scared to make more than a peep, and not just that, but you felt as if you being avoided.

You had had a pleasant conversation with him that first night, but Taehyung seems to have changed his opinion on you, slipping out the room when you entered or avoiding eye contact, and Hoseok also seemed to be maintaining a friendly impersonalness on your interactions, polite but never more. And Jungkook was a combination of both, always trying to slip away, but made the effort to at least say hello and goodbye.

It only spurred your need to escape the house, to avoid having to make them pretend in their own home.

You were brought back into reality by loud footsteps this time. "Mmm, is that waffles?" Namjoon stumbled into the kitchen, sleepily, kissing Yoongi on the cheek and then Jin. He turned to you and blinked, suddenly more awake. You were usually gone to... wherever you go so early in the morning by now. It was nice though, to see you talking and laughing in his kitchen with his family. It felt... right.

"Good morning," he ended up saying.

"Good morning." you said back.

"She made you a coffee," Jin cut in, taking out the last waffle and placing the full plate onto the island in the kitchen, pulling out table mats and cutlery.

"You did?" Namjoon blinked at you again, surprised. He didn't usually drink coffee, usually going for tea in the mornings, but he sure wasn't going to turn you down.

You nodded, handing him the cup, and he might've brushed his fingers over yours even though there was enough space not to, but soon that moment was gone and you were watching expectantly for his reaction to the coffee. "I don't think I made it exactly like I used to, but here."

Like you used to. Smooth and creamy and sweet, the way Namjoon is always hoping for whenever he makes coffee for himself, deciding to try it again, but he can never make it quite right, the way you do.

You were here though, and making it for him again. Maybe he'll be drinking it more. He took a long sip, feeling the warmth flood into his skin like a blanket wrapped around him. He smiled involuntarily. "It's perfect. Thank you."

You nodded, looking away now, fiddling with your fingers. "You're welcome."

"You know what?" Jin cut in. "We should eat in the family room today, watch a movie, maybe? We're all home for once."

"Sounds nice." Yoongi placed down his empty mug. Namjoon nodded.

"Great, why don't you and Y/n go get comfy, and me and Yoongi will bring the food and wake everyone else."

"Oh, me too?"

"Of course, darling, you live here so you're a part of whatever we do. Movie nights, game nights, family dinners."

"Oh."

"Come on, let's go sit. The family room has a bunch of cozy blankets and this big screen door, its nice when it gets cold and we just let the morning air flow in."

You nodded. "Everything about this house is so beautiful. You're all very creative if you designed it yourselves. But I guess that only makes sense considering you all have creative careers."

"Yeah, it definitely comes in handy. Not so much with the paperwork stuff though." He joked. "It was really Tae and Jimin who took control of the whole thing. They have a real eye for stuff like this."

"Maybe in another life we'd get along." You smiled wryly.

"I'm sorry. Jimin can be... standoffish, when it comes to strangers. And I'm to blame for not telling everybody about us." He held the door to the movie room open for you to enter, the comfortable couches and chairs and fluffy blankets and pillows on every available surface.

You walked in slowly, coming to a stop in the middle of the room. He thought that would be the end of it, that you would just pick a seat and sit and you both would catch up on each other's lives maybe, but then you said, "It's fine, Namjoon. It's not like there's much to tell."

He paused in his walk into the room, thrown off by the way you said that, almost dispassionately. "What?"

"I just mean, we dated for a bit, it didn't work out, we moved on. I'd hardly say it's worth mentioning." You turned to him, talking as if discussing the weather casually.

"Hardly worth mentioning? Our parents knew each other."

"Because they were neighbors."

"So what, you think our whole relationship was just because we were neighbors?"

"No, of course not, we were best friends. It's just, we confused that closeness for romance."

"That's what you think?"

"Well, what do you think?"

Namjoon didn't get a chance to answer, Jin entering the room with two giant bowls of popcorn and everybody in tow. Jimin and Hoseok still looked half asleep.

"You two haven't sat down yet? Pick a couch, go ahead."

You went and sat on a single hanging chair in the corner, and wrapped the blanket folded on the chair over yourself, curling up like a cat.

Namjoon sighed and sat down on of the larger couches, Jin immediately snuggling into his side and Jimin into the other, falling back asleep. Taehyung and Jungkook started to argue over what movie to put on.

"What's wrong?" Jin murmured quietly into his ear. Namjoon shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. Jin continued, "Did you two argue or something?" Namjoon's silence told him all he needed to know and he faced the television again as Shang-Chi started to play.

Namjoon couldn't be entirely surprised. He hoped you'd think better of him than someone who dated you out of some strange confusion of their feelings but it's probably what he deserved for letting you go so quickly, when you probably needed him most, considering how the years seemed to have treated you.

What he thought of your relationship was that it felt right. Like home. And maybe he was looking at all through rose-tinted glasses, or maybe you'd felt differently the whole time, but he hoped that he was a comfort for you too, back then.

He knew then that he would have his work cut out for him. Since you've been here you've dismissed any sort of offer for companionship, any movie nights or outings to places nearby. If he was going to make you feel comfortable here he'd have to start with fixing what had obviously broken.

Your spirit.

#ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #bts x y/n #bts x reader #poly! bts x reader #gbist #namjoon realizes he's made mistakes #your self esteem is in the garbage #m/c is trying so hard to act like she doesn't exist she may as well be living in the walls

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