#i hope yejin saw this and giggled

[fridayvelvet]

[amoc94]

"His Pet"

Summary : Min Yoongi. A business magnate, and a mafia leader. He was everything you would never imagine to be a part of your life. Yet fate is not something to be eluded.

He would do anything to make you his.

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Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.

Pairings : Yoongi × female OC (from reader's POV).

Warning for this chapter : Angst.

This story is not for easily triggered readers or below eighteen.

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Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.

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List of chapters here.

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CHAPTER 8.

You were staring at your phone in the bedroom, contemplating of what to say to your brother. It had crossed your mind to just spill everything to him, believe in him that somehow he would be able to help you. Hoping that all the things Yoongi said to you were all bluff.

But that would mean putting your brother's family at risk, and you couldn't do that to them.

Not only that they were the only family that you had, but also because your brother practically acted as your parents when you were orphaned and had nowhere to go.

Ayumi would be six years old in two months, you usually celebrated her birthday with dinner at their house. Everytime you visited, your niece would chat nonstop with you, showing you her collection of doodle art and Bt21 merchandise that she treated like her life depended on it. She looked just like her father, taking most of her physical features from your family side.

Once a week you would visit them and enjoyed Mariko's cooking, she was a whiz in the kitchen which could come up with delicious dishes even one that made from vegetarian ingredients, or some scrap or leftover from the fridge.

Both of them were vegetarian, but they still served meat for Ayumi and you whenever their budget allowed. You would certainly miss her signature curry rice and vegetarian sushi. Sitting with them every week was a routine that provided soothing comfort in your otherwise quite dull life, outside your sole friendship with Yejin and Chen.

The reality of being Yoongi's mistress seemed nothing compared to the fact that you wouldn't be able to see them anymore.

You cried on the floor while hugging your knee, feeling so alone, with no one you could talk to.

How things could go so wrong in every turn in just a few days, you felt like drowning in an endless nightmare. Few weeks ago, you would think these kind of things only happened in movies, even the seven men you saw earlier looked unreal to you.

You pulled a bunch of tissues from the box, and started to wipe your face, and drew a long breath to calm yourself. It seemed impossible to compose a reasonable scenario that wouldn't raise suspicion from your brother, he wasn't stupid. He's been with you for long enough to read you so well, sometimes even better than you knew about yourself. Closing your eyes, your brain spinning in full gear, trying to find a solution in this messed up situation, without putting him and his family in danger.

You met and stay with Yoongi only overnight, but you wouldn't take any risk by regarding his words lightly, not even the small possibility to test the water. It was too dangerous and you had to think about them more than about yourself.

You dialed your brother's number with trembling hands, waited until you could hear his voice from the other side of line.

"Oppa?"

"Yuri! I've been calling you since morning. Yejin contacted me last night, looking for you, said that both of you got work to do, but she couldn't find you at the apartment. Where are you?" It was obvious your brother had been waiting for your call.

You tried to suppress another gasps and mask the nasal sound from your crying, but you were sure your brother could feel you even without looking.

"I ... I was staying at my friend's, you know ... it was late and I was too tired."

"Yuri, are you sick? What happen to your voice?" He sounded worry, there was Mariko's voice at the background- asking about something, and Ayumi's vague giggle over the sound on the TV.

You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs, this was harder than you had thought it would be.

"No ... I'm ... I'm fine, ... just lack of sleep I guess... Anyway, I'm just telling you, I need to go a bit longer, something came up. So ... I probably won't be at the apartment for a few days."

"Why? Did something happen? Yuri ..."

His voice turned frantic as he probably could sense you were about to hung up the call.

"I really gotta go now, I'll call you again. Bye Oppa."

"No, Yuri ... wait, please ..."

You hung up, silencing your phone, and sobbed again. Harder this time, trying to vent all the emotion up. Your chest hurt, and you felt like throwing up.

You wouldn't be able to talk to Yejin now, didn't know how to explain your current situation without getting her involved. Yejin was too hotheaded, she wouldn't just stay quiet knowing your situation, and having her to go to the police would only worsen the situation with you and your brother. You didn't even know if Yoongi had any connection within the metropolitan police, and if he did, you could imagine what he would do to punish you or your family.

Yejin could always submit her paper ahead if you couldn't make it, but that would mean she had to work alone, and you certainly would get an earful from her. She practically begged you to work together with her. Not that you hope you could still meet with her anyway.

You could feel your head started to ache, like something twisted the nerve in your brain. Only two hours before the dinner and you were such a mess, physically and emotionally. You wasted your time crying in vain, you didn't even realize time went by so fast.

There was a knock on the door, snapping you back from your thoughts, and you frantically wiped your face with another bunch of tissues, then throwing it to the bin. The last thing you wanted to see right now was Yoongi's smile of satisfaction seeing your wrecked state.

But it wasn't him when you opened the door. It was the woman who did the cleaning in the other room this morning.

"Sorry Miss, Master Min asked me to help you getting ready for dinner tonight."

She carried several bottles of mineral water in her arms, and a small transparent food container that you couldn't really tell what's inside.

You step aside to make a way for her, and she walked inside, putting all the bottles and the small box on the table in front of the TV.

"So, what do you need me to help you first? How about I prepare the bathtub for you to soak for a while, to help you calm down."

"I ..no need, I mean...I'll prepare it myself. Thank you. I just need help for my hair later." You wiped your eyes before spoke to her in strained voice.

"Ok, I'll just wait here and prepare the tools. Miss, I think you might want to drink some water, so your throat won't be too dry." She gestured to the bottles if water she carried earlier.

"Thank you. May I know your name ?" Now that you could look at her with more focus, she was probably in her forties, looked very efficient and assertive. She wasn't pretty, her features were also firm, with light makeup and hair styled in a tight bun, wearing a professional suit with blazer.

"I'm Kwon Hee Jun. I'm helping around the household, mainly taking care of essential affairs and errand for Master Min."

You nodded but stayed quiet, didn't really have anything to say when all you felt everytime you heard that name was only fury and anger. Taking one bottle of water, you went to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, you sat in front of the dressing table, with Mrs. Kwon behind you.

"You might want to use the cucumber to relieve your swollen eyes Miss. I brought it with me. Wait a moment.." She took the small box she brought earlier, and opened it to let you take the cucumber slices inside. You hold the cucumber slices to cover your eyes, the chilling effect soothed your eyes immediately.

Mrs. Kwon worked with the curling iron on your hair in silence. It was like she understood your need to be in quiet time calming yourself down. Her presence gave you a sense of peace, and you could feel your breath slowly returned to normal, and the pressure on your chest subsided.

Fifteen minutes later, she unplugged the curling iron, and gave your hair several stroke with her hand. She then offered to do your make up, which you accepted gladly.

You chose an emerald green jumpsuit from the collection of clothes Yoongi provided for you. The bottom part was long legged, with knee-high slit on both outer sides, flashing a part of your leg everytime you moved around. The top part had ruffled sleeves, with red and blue dragon embroidery running from the side of the collar reaching accross to the waist. The neckline fell just above the cleavage, exposing enough skin without being too revealing. The fabric was smooth and fitted your body perfectly, it was stunning, reminding you of the style that was worn by those asian celebrities when they showed up in awards gala.

Something you would never imagine to wear even when you were invited to a party. This dress probably costed more than a year of what you made from the ramen house.

Your hair was styled in a wavy loose curl. Mrs. Kwon put on light make up on your face, but accentuated your eyes with bold smokey green color. The way she blended the colors on your eyes was impressive, you could never do it yourself. It was a make up artist worthy of skill surely.

You were so amazed with her styling skills, and couldn't hold your curiosity.

"Mrs. Kwon, how long have you been working with Mr. Min? Were you the one who bought the clothes and make up for me?"

"Yes, Master Min asked me to arrange your clothes, room and everything. I used to handle this kind of stuff for his mother before." That explained her amazing skills with your make up and hair.

There was momentary silence while you watched her worked on finishing your hair, wondering if it was okay to ask her some questions about Yoongi. Maybe she could even help you.

"May I ask you a few questions? It wasn't my intention to be here, and no one was willing to give me any information about Mr. Min. So, can ... can you please tell me a bit about him?"

For a short while she looked hesitated, it was clear she was thinking of what to answer you.

"I have been working with Mr. Min's family since he was ten years old. When they died, I continued working for him." When she paused, you could tell she was reluctant to speak.

She sighed before continued, her eyes looked at you with tentative gaze.

"Look, I know you probably felt overwhelmed with the whole situation, but if there is something I can assure you, he is not a bad person. He might be cold and harsh, but he is not completely heartless. I'm bounded with confidentiality agreement, so I can't tell you much. If you want to know more, you can ask Mr. Kim's fiancee, Miss Solar. She will be at the dinner tonight, and she is a kind woman."

Now that was something, finally.

"Which one is Mr. Kim?"

Chapter 9

"Kim Namjoon. He is the one you saw with a laptop at the shooting range this morning."

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[angellgguk]

maybe a drabble or daddy jin's reaction when he comes back home early coz he was stressed. He enters home angry but baby Jihoon (6months old) greets him with a giggle and jin forgets about his stress starts playing with jihoon. and then oc gives him a refreshing drink or something. then he realises how his fam makes him forget about stress. jin doesnt praise oc but maybe he praises out loud that he is happy to have such a family and indirectly tries to thank oc by talking about jihoon.

Where: Daddy Jin is angry and comes home to take his stress out on OC but baby Jihoon makes him unexpectedly happier (he shows his father side too it’s soft I swear)

Contains [ breastfeeding ]

Hope you will like it!!

Now playing : Sun and moon - Sam Kim

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“Why do you even work under me if you can’t handle a fucking shipment?” he heard the man shuffle from the other side and let out stutters as he searched for an excuse.Seokjin groaned under his breath and he shut the door of his Bentley pretty harshly, even making his security flinch.”if I don’t hear a good news in the morning start writing your resignation, you hear that?” the man found himself nodding vigorously at nobody in particular while running out to take care of the shipment.

Seokjin was not willing to hear more so he cut the call and shoved his phone inside his pocket before heading out the garage only to stop and growl when he heard the panicked and hurried voice of one of his men running to him, “sir your father-” seokjin heeded no more, he left the man to be and walked out not wanting to listen to his father’s commands.

His day was too bad to even comprehend.he found two traitors right beside him, he was almost losing a shipment, Yejin showed up at the wrong time, his father had too many commands for him and the only way he could reduce his anger is taking it out on you but he was still worried about you being too weak from giving birth, even if it has been a total of six months.

Even the walk to his door was too long for his tired muscles.he pulled the door open and locked it behind him.the warm smell of his home invited him inside but it still failed to calm him down.rubbing his creases away he got rid of his pradas and changed it to his lounge slippers he didn’t even bother turning towards the living room since he knew you were probably in the kitchen.he undid his tie and let it hang loose on his neck, should work well to bound your hands together.

He felt his stress leave his body in the tiniest amount when he saw your lithe body working all alone in the kitchen.he would have had you bending over if it wasn’t for a giggle stopping him.he found himself turning around and walking towards the sound without his own conscious.

It was his son

His own son giggling at him while attempting to roll around.his lips drew a hearty smile on his lips when he moved towards his son instead bending down to pick the boy up, making him giggle more and wriggle around.Seokjin took a few steps back and sat down on the couch with his son playing with his tie.

He leant back and cradled him on his chest as he watched him mindlessly play with his buttons, tie and even his watch.looking at the boy distracted him so much that he didn’t even notice his phone ringing once again.he rested the boy on his chest and almost laughed at how small he was, almost only twice the size of his hand.

You didn’t need to bother about checking your son every once in awhile since he seemed to be distracted with giggling at nothing.but the little moment of serenity you had washed away when Jihoon’s sudden cries resonated throughout the whole house.letting the stew to simmer on it’s own you rushed out.

You were taken aback when you saw Seokjin walking around the room while patting Jihoon’s back in attempts to get him to stop wailing.”you’re home?” he didn’t seem to bother your question as he turned around , already walking towards you.

“He’s just hungry” you assured him as he handed you Jihoon before sitting back down.you smiled down at your son and cradled him to your chest before turning around to leave while patting him “where are you going?” you turned around with a confused shrug “to feed him” he looked over you to see the kitchen empty before sitting back down“There’s no one else, you can feed him here” you stared at him hesitantly for a few seconds before nodding and moving to sit.

He stretched his arms out and crossed it together while watching you pulling your strap down and moving your nursing bra aside before aligning your nipple to Jihoon’s mouth which he sucked on eagerly.he watched his son wave his mitten clad fists around and occasionally kicking his legs as he feasted on your milk.

“He’s growing up too fast” you smiled wider at your son and softly rubbed Jihoon’s back.Seokjin rested his head on the headrest behind him and continued to watch his son with a unknown smile, “I don’t want to miss too much of him”.

You softly ran your thumb across Jihoon’s ear as you heeded finely to him.he sighed and moved closer, crossing his legs this time and resting his hands on the headrest and making his palm hold his head to get a clear view of the chubby little boy.”he has your nose” you let out a short chuckle and focused on his button nose which indeed did replicate yours.

He pushed your bra further down for Jihoon to drink more comfortably and held his thumb next to your areola while joining your fingers to hold Jihoon with the rest of his fingers ”isn’t he too much for you?” Jihoon indeed was too much for the little strength you had but he was your own son what else were you to do?.“I'll take care of him when I’m home” you smiled,

He did care immensely when it came to the family he created.

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Making Up With Mom [Hyunwoo, Hoseok, and Minhyuk]

Hyunwoo

When Melly didn’t come home the first night, Minsoo didn’t care. He knew she was at his aunt’s home. After getting chewed out by both his parents that day, he didn’t care if his mom never came back. In fact, that night he wished she never walked back into the house again. Something he would regret very fast.

Several days went by and it had only been Hyunwoo and Minsoo everyday in the house. There was a tension so heavy that Minsoo couldn’t wait for his suspension was over. The two didn’t talk, Hyunwoo took off work to make sure his son stayed home during his suspension. Minsoo spent most of the time in his room or in the home gym to kill time between the studies with the tutor his parents hired. His mind did go to his mom periodically, but he never bothered asking his dad about her. She would show up when she showed up for all he knew.

Hyunwoo had insisted that Melly spent some time away from the house, so Melly and Yejin decided to take a sister vacation to Jeju. It had been their third day they went out to Seobin, Udo. After their beach day, they took a ferry back to Jeju and called for a taxi to go back to their hotel. Neither of them knew they were getting into the back seat of a highly intoxicated driver. The driver hit the gas and began rambling on about his life problems. Melly and Yejin panicked as they reached for their seat-belts to buckle up. Yejin screamed at him to stop the car as they flew down the road. The light was red on their side, but the driver didn’t make any attempt to stop. Melly noticed how he began to swerve to oncoming traffic and she undid her seat-belt. She jumped into the passenger seat as she tried to speak over the driver and her sister before she yanked the steering wheel sending the car in the opposite direction. The car spun on the slick road before it collided with a pole. Melly flew against the passenger door, head hit the dashboard and she was unconscious. Yejin let out a scream as she tried to move her arm but was crushed by the drive side back door that had caved in partially due to the impact of the pole. The driver slouched against the steering wheel unmoved and soundless.

That night, Hyunwoo and Minsoo were fast asleep when Hyunwoo’s phone woke him. He answered it to hear a panicked Yugyeom on the other line. Hyunwoo shot up in bed, “What’s wrong, Yugyeom?”

“It’s Yejin and Melly! They’ve been rushed to the hospital. A car accident or something Yejin said,” his words were going a mile a minute, “she said Melly took a hard hit and their driver died. I’m getting the kids and I’ll come get you and Minsoo.” 

Hyunwoo hung up in a daze as he slipped out of bed. He walked towards Minsoo’s bedroom half hoping this was all just some nightmare. He knocked on the door before he opened it, “Minsoo-Minsoo!”

Minsoo shot up from his sleep, “The hell dad!” He hissed as he glared at his father’s figure. He noticed the ill look on his dad’s face and his anger shrank, “What’s up?” 

“It’s your mom. She’s hurt...”

Minsoo’s stomach sank. He didn’t hear whatever else his dad was telling him. He looked down at his hands as he thought about how he wished his mom didn’t come home. He was getting his wish and he wanted so much to take it back. Minsoo felt like his heart was being ripped out of him as his dad pulled him out of bed. He squeezed his eyes shut as he silently wished that his mom was okay. 

By the time the two families arrived to the hospital, Melly had awaken. She was sitting up in bed with a bandage wrapped around her head and one around her arm that had been sliced by the window when it shattered. Yejin sat beside her with a cast on her left arm that was broken from the car impact into the pole. 

The hospital door swung open, “MOM!” Minsoo was the first one inside. He was panting hard from running through the hospital to get to the room. His eyes were red as they frantically sought for his mom. Seeing his mom, he stumbled over to her bed. She gave him a soft smile and said nothing as she held out her good arm. Minsoo’s eyes watered as he collapsed on the bed beside her and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry. I love you. I’m so sorry” he sobbed. 

Melly crinkled her nose in an attempt to stop her own tears, but failed. She rubbed his head and pressed a quick kiss on him. She felt a hand gently touch her hair and she looked up to see Hyunwoo standing beside her with a relieved look. She flashed him a smile as she took the time to comfort their son. 

Upon returning home, Minsoo waited on her hand and foot. She was stuck at home for a few more days and Minsoo, though was supposed to be in school, was excused to tend to his mom. He poured a cup of coffee and began to make breakfast when he saw his dad reach for the cup. Minsoo swatted his hand with the wooden spoon and held it up at him threatening, “That’s for mom not you.”

“Well, that’s harsh. You could have poured me a cup to” Hyunwoo pouted as he grabbed for his own mug. 

“Get injured and then we can talk. Otherwise, you’re on your own, old man.” 

Melly stood outside the kitchen hidden from view as she listened to her husband and son. She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing out loud as she snuck off back to her room where she was served breakfast in bed. 

Hoseok

Jinhee was the first one up the morning after she snuck out of the house. She turned off her alarm clock before it went off and climbed out of bed. She went for her phone, but stopped remembering how she had left it in the hands of her parents. She took in a breath as she tried to work up the courage to face her mom. Jinhee brushed her teeth and grabbed her slippers before she descended the stairs to the kitchen where she heard her mom singing a song in French. 

Alisha was always the first one up to make breakfast and pack the lunches. She heard the sound of a clearing voice as she sang. Alisha looked back and noticed Jinhee awkwardly holding her arms against herself as if trying to hide herself. 

Jinhee’s heart felt like it was going to collapse in on itself or explode. She looked up at her mom nervously expecting anger, but Alisha’s face revealed no emotions. “Can we talk?” Her voice was rough from just waking up. 

Alisha turned off the burner as she pointed to the barstool for Jinhee to sit. She grabbed her cup of hot tea and poured a glass of orange juice for Jinhee. She stood across the island and handed Jinhee her glass as she murmured a thank you. “I heard you and your dad talked last night. I don’t plan to lecture you a second time if that what you expect.” 

Jinhee looked up at her with wide eyes, “It’s not that I wouldn’t deserve it. I’m really sorry for scaring you last night. I honestly didn’t think how that would look to you when you couldn’t find me.” 

“What would you do if your child snuck out to go to a party without your permission?”

Jinhee looked at her mom in confusion, “Spank them? Ground them for life? Lock them in a tower like Rapunzel.” 

That last one got her mom laughing hard. She couldn’t suppress her smile, “That’s what I always said when I was younger.” There was a twinkle in her eyes, “I snuck out when I was your age--”

Jinhee let out a loud gasp, “You snuck out of Granny’s home and survived?”

Alisha was taking a sip from her coffee and had to stop herself from spewing it out of laughter. “Right! Mom about killed me. When I became an adult myself, I watched how parents let their kids walk all over them. I used to say, my children would end up hating me if they pull stuff like that. However, I now believe spanking doesn’t fix the problem. It enforces a fear that I don’t want. I want you girls to be able to come to me and your father and talk to us. I love your Granny, but growing up we had no open communication. I don’t want that with us.”

Jinhee smiled as she reached out and took her mom’s hand, “We won’t tell you everything--”

“Don’t I know.”

“But, we’ll tell you what is important. You’re a great mom and dad is an amazing guy. We are grateful that we have you two as our parents. And I know with what I did last night was terrible. I am so sorry for making you cry and making you panic about my well-being. I shouldn’t have gone to the party, but I was being--” she stumbled on her words.

“A rebellious teenager?”

“A rebellious teenager” Jinhee agreed in giggles. 

Alisha put her hand in her pocket, pulled it out, and placed Jinhee’s phone on the counter, “You left this downstairs.”

“I know. I grounded myself for a month... or longer if need be.”

Alisha shrugged, “You can only leave the house for school and to pick up groceries. You can text your friends, but can’t hang out with them outside of school for a month. That’s the punishment.” Jinhee took her phone and smiled at her mom as she nodded in agreement.

Hoseok headed down to the kitchen to greet his wife when he saw Alisha and Jinhee working together in the kitchen. Alisha was preparing the lunch boxes while Jinhee attempted to make breakfast with her mom’s constant instruction. He smiled at the entrance as he watched the way they worked and talked and laughed. 

Jinhee looked to see her dad and she grinned, “Mornin’ dad! Did you know mom had her first boyfriend was when she was 11!” 

Alisha swatted her with the wooden spoon lightly, “You weren’t supposed to tell him that” she laughed. 

“Oh I thought I was your first boyfriend” Hoseok placed his hand over his heart faking sadness as his wife and daughter laughed. 

Minhyuk

Minhyuk didn’t have a clue what he was doing when he called this family meeting. Yet, there they all were, his wife, son, and two daughters who were off on opposite ends of the couch. There was a heaviness in the air that only added to Minhyuk’s plate as he figured out what to do. “I’m sure you’re all wondering why we’re here...”

“Not really.” Woori and Hyeonseo replied in harmony. Their heads whipped back to the other and glared. 

Bailey waved her hand between the girls, “That’s enough, girls” her voice was exasperated and filled with annoyance. She had dealt with the girls arguing on and off ever since they got home from school.

Younghwa snickered at the trio earning a glare by Minhyuk. He straightened up in his chair as Minhyuk pointed at the two girls.

“You two are the reason we are here” Minhyuk stated. “Hyeonseo, the language you used in this house this morning is inappropriate. We never talk to one another the way you did this morning. If I called your mom a b--” his voice rose higher, “I can’t even say the word!” 

The family laughed at Minhyuk’s attempt to say the word. “Let’s be honest, hunny” Bailey shifted in her seat. “Your mother would end you before I could get my hands on you” her comment caused their children to laugh. Bailey raked her hand through her hair as the laughter quieted. “But in all honesty, Hyeonseo” her eyes met her oldest, “You’re the oldest. Woori and Younghwa will look to you to set an example.” Hyeonseo looked down disappointed. “And Woori, you don’t know what it’s like to lose a family member. Losing your great grandma killed me. I felt like I would never be complete again.” Bailey’s voice broke and Minhyuk put his hand on her shoulder lovingly. 

“I only said it because she called me a bitch...”

“Because you shoved me!” Hyeonseo snapped. 

“You hog the bathroom EVERYDAY!” 

“That’s what happens when you sleep in. I have dance practice first thing in the morning. I have to look my best everyday. Unlike you who wakes up pretty!” A silence fell over the family of five. Hyeonseo looked away from her family with her arms crossed periodically wiping at her face. Minhyuk went to speak, but Bailey caught his hand to signal him to stay silent. 

Woori scoffed, “I don’t wake up pretty. You have mom’s hair and your skin isn’t too white that you look like some ghost. I’m not even close to being as pretty as you.” 

Hyeonseo and Woori went quiet and Bailey moved to sit between them, “So what can we do from here? I think both of you are beautiful, but what I think doesn’t matter.”

“Of course not” Woori smiled shyly. “You’re supposed to say that.”

“Yea” Hyeonseo agreed. “It’s like in the mommy manual.”

Bailey gasped, “The mommy manual? What’s that and how do I get my hands on it?” 

The girls laughed as their eyes met each other. “I’m sorry” Hyeonseo apologized. “I shouldn’t have called you that name and I really regret it.”

“Me too. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to die because then I’d be stuck with Younghwa on my own.” 

“Whoa whoa whoa! I am a blessing!” Younghwa snapped his fingers at his sisters. 

Minhyuk held out his hands, “Group hug. Everyone come on.” No one moved. “I guess my dear family wants me to go to important events and shout out every embarrassing thing they’ve ever done.” Everyone got up from their chairs and went over to hug Minhyuk who grinned victoriously. After their hug, Minhyuk shooed them, “Now, who wants to play some Mario Kart? Winner gets to pick what we eat for dinner.”

“You’re on!” The kids shouted as they rushed the tv for controllers. 

Minhyuk sat beside his wife and placed a kiss on her temple. “You think we need to talk to Hyeon and Woo in private?”

Bailey nodded, “But not tonight.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “Thanks, even though you really suck at family meetings.” 

Part II | Part III

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SUGAR HIGH, chapter vi. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary.  You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing.  jeon jungkook.  mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags.  angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional baggage, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating.  general (for now?)

word count.  ~2400

chapter 6.  What You Wanted

If you need someone who can love you while he's gone, baby, you've got my number.  When you realize it ain't him that's on your mind, baby, you've got my number.

For how much you love the song, he'd think you'd realize by now.

The scenery glides by, grey giving way to more grey.  You've got a bucket hat pulled low over your head - one of Jungkook's, you think, or possibly Hoseok's - and AirPods shoved into your ears.  Familiar melodies keep you company as you stare out the window.

Why do you feel so nervous?

It's silly, really.  You've known them for years.  Being around them is as easy as breathing and when they have you doubled over in a fit of laughter, it feels like home.  There's something about the ease with which they'd accepted you into their lives, a complete comfort found in the twinkle of their eyes and shape of their mouths.  It didn't matter that you saw them as often as you did your distant cousins (at least, nowadays).  It was always easy. 

It's because you're with him, you can practically hear Yejin's eye-roll.

You don't think she's wrong - you just don't want to think about the implications.

Because he's your best friend.  Has been since you were seven and you were the new kid, all awkward limbs and poorly done hair.  (Your father had tried - he really had.) 

He's everything you could ever ask for, your hopes and dreams come to life like a pumpkin on a fairytale night.  He's never asked for anything from you, except maybe the last bungeo-ppang.  For more than half of your life, he's been a reassuring presence, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold.  Even when he was gone, he was there with a funny message, or a delivery, or most rare, a little Easter egg in a public tweet.   

You would have given him anything he wanted, if he'd ever asked.  

But he didn't, and that was okay.  You didn't need him to want you back.

You just wanted to be there as he gleamed like the star he was, even if it meant dulling your own light a little bit.  You didn't need to be his moon and stars, so long as he shone even brighter.

"What's that?"  The boy with the big eyes and bigger smile is towering above you, shadow encompassing the little anthill you've made out of barely wet dirt and dredges of torn up grass. 

Despite how skinny he is, he feels larger than life.  Maybe it's the way he speaks to you like he's known you forever - as if you weren't the new girl halfway through the year, with a skirt that's not very well-ironed and a cowlick on the crown of your head.  Or maybe it's because he's too focused on the thing he's actually interested in - little fish-shaped breads tucked into a crumpled brown bag.

It takes you a moment to answer, curiosity lining the furrow of your brow as you try to decipher the enigma that he is.

(It really isn't that deep but you're uncertain and shy and you think your answer might be the key to all of life's mysteries.)

"Bungeo-ppang," you finally answer.  Your fist is digging into the bag before you have a chance to think better of it and then holding out one of the pastries to him.  You grip it tightly, as if it's a piece of your heart you're hesitant to give it away.

Your father had painstakingly made them for you, just like your mother had. 

"For me?"  Somehow, the strange boy is surprised, fuzzy eyebrows disappearing into his mop of hair.  

For a moment, you wonder if you should snatch your hand away.  He's waited too long to take it.  Now it's awkward and you're huffing a breath that puffs your bangs away from your hair.  "If you don't want it--"  You don't mean to grumble.

You'd just wanted to be nice.

"No, I do!"  In the same breath, he's grabbing the offering and shoving it into his mouth.  "I'm Jungkook," he explains around a mouthful of red bean and bread.  When he smiles, his eyes nearly disappear, forced into little half moons by his soft, rounded cheeks.

Your hand's still outstretched - you're trying to process everything that's happened in a very short period of time - and he grabs it.  He shakes once, twice, like he's seen his father do, but his hold is flimsy, lacking practice.  Still, you grip his fingers with your own and shake just as vigorously.  You look like you're about to have an arm wrestling match.

"I'm Soomi."

By the time you've navigated the complex - it somehow never gets easier - you're late.  Or maybe it's because you spent a half an hour in the nearby Paris Baguette, debating what to pick up for the second time in less than twelve hours.

(Yes, you liked carbs.  They also liked you, and the way you let them settle on your hips.)  

Either way, you're finally there, bag of goodies carefully balanced against your hip and bottom lip gliding sharply through teeth.  You knock once, pause, and follow up with three in quick succession.  

It's your knock - so you think they won't be surprised. 

But when the door flies open and there's arms wrapping around your waist, hoisting you off the ground as if you weight nothing, you can't help but shriek.  The bag hooked around your elbow swings wildly, surely hitting your attacker in the head.  He doesn't seem to mind, though, big brown eyes gleaming as he's all but dragging you backwards into the suddenly boisterous apartment.  He doesn't even let you down before you feel another pair of arms swinging around you.

"What are you doing here!"  Jimin's usual rasp is all but squealed into your back, his cheek pressed flush against the curve of your shoulder.  It's nearly lost in the sound of the Taehyung's low rumble - he's so close you can count each individual eyelash, make out the faintest shadow of facial hair across his upper lip.

"What a nice surprise."  But he doesn't sound very surprised at all.

"I told Jungkook I'd be coming by," you explain once the giggles have subsided, ebbing into breathless hiccups.  Taehyung doesn't seem to mind, though, his arms still wrapped quite comfortably around the circle of your waist.  

"He didn't tell us," Jimin chirps, a look of indignation marking his soft, pouty mouth.

"Jimin-ah, it was a surprise,"  Taehyung reassures as he spins on his heel, bare feet carrying him silently back the way he and Jimin had just come from.  Back to the remaining gaggle of Bangtan Boys, all in various states of relaxation.

There's Seokjin, standing in the kitchen, handful of Honey Twists almost at his mouth.  He looks like he's been struck by lightning when he realizes who Taehyung is carrying rather unceremoniously, a booming 'Soooooooomi!' leaping past the oncoming snacks. 

There's Hoseok and Jungkook, sitting beside each other on the large, L-shaped couch.  The former's face splits into his mega-watt smile and you're reminded of a child on Christmas day.  It makes your heart flutter with affection before you're finding his face, one that's equal parts surprise and something else.  You're not sure it's meant for you, though.  But you do note the way his stare flickers down - to hands clasped across your back - and returns to your face, expression falling for an almost imperceptible moment.  You'd have to ask him about that later.

Then there are two heads bobbing down the hallway together, one looking decidedly disheveled.  Yoongi must've just woken up from a nap, if the creases in his cheek are an indication.  On the other hand, Namjoon looks well-rested, the glasses he occasionally wears sliding down the bridge of his nose when he tosses you a welcoming grin.  

At this point, you're keenly aware of the fact that you're still a foot off the ground, carefully balanced across a warm body.

"You can let me down now."  Of course, Taehyung does so without further prompting, setting you back on solid ground.  He flashes his trademark boxy smile, a golden retriever in human form, and retreats a respectful step back.  

Turning your attention back to the boys, you cannot help but sing the next words, proudly displaying the presents you've brought along.  "I've got dessert!"

It takes no time at all for the pastries to be devoured, each morsel disappearing like they'd never existed in the first place.

You were always surprised how much they could eat.  It's like they were walking garbage disposals or black holes, voids of space where things went to die.  (In reality, it's their demanding schedules and back-breaking practices that have thrown their metabolisms into overdrive.  Lucky bastards.)

"Did you miss us?"  Silk tickles your nose, strands of Jimin's soft blue-grey toned hair falling across your cheek.  He's balanced on the arm of the couch, lissome frame contorted over yours in a way that looks uncomfortable but doesn't seem to cause him even an ounce of issue.  

You can't help but roll your eyes, the motion guided by adoration as you meet his gaze.  He really is so pretty.  "More than I can explain."

He preens at this, though it comes as no surprise.  After all, they were the family you'd chose (or rather, Jungkook had, which forced you along for the ride).  He shifts, sleeves of his oversized cardigan dragging across his finger tips as he twines them through your hair.

"I thought you were blonde."

It comes without warning - crashing into you with sudden, surprising uncertainty.  "It doesn't look good?"

"Of course it does."  Jungkook's quicker from a few feet away where he's been relegated, stuck between cushion and Hoseok once again.  He should've moved when he had the chance, taken up the seat that Taehyung currently occupies.  He'd be the one feeling your frozen feet against his thigh, toes seeking warmth.  You'd always run cold. 

"You look good with any hair colour,"  Hoseok reassures, reaching across to mimic Jimin's actions.  "Your last photo was blonde, though.  It's just different."

You release a breath you hadn't been holding and you can't help feel a little silly. 

Stop it.

"I had to colour it because no one looks as good as Jiminie with blonde hair."  You coo and you swear he blushes three shades darker, from the tips of his ears to his Cupid's bow.  It comes across teasing, salacious even, but there's nothing but cotton candy fluff and pastel-coloured candy hearts.  

"Stop," he whines, rolling off the back of the couch and disappearing into the kitchen.

You'd known these boys so long that it was almost too easy to push their buttons.  Then again, it meant they knew your weaknesses, too.

"How's Seunghoon-hyung?" 

It's innocent, posed in good faith and wrapped up in baby's breath.  You'd always chided them for not liking him so they made an effort - as much as they could.  They'd ask how he was, inquire when they knew it was a special occasion (your birthday, Christmas, Pepero Day even).  So you know it's with nothing but well-meaning that your heart shatters in your chest, crushed beneath the weight of a simple question.

They didn't know.

Before you can respond, come up with some poor excuse for why your vision is suddenly swimming and 'pardon me' as you surge to your feet, there's a hand on yours, holding you in place.  Two hands, in fact, coming from opposite sides. 

"They broke up," comes Taehyung matter-of-factly from your right, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your wrist.  He says it with no malice, no petulance - as if he'd commented on the weather.  

From your left side, Jungkook remains uncharacteristically silent.  If it weren't for the way he was holding your hand, cradling it between his two, you wouldn't even realize he's there.  From the look on his face, you wonder if he'd rather not be.  There's tension straining, nearly splitting a very carefully crafted facade.

"Are you okay?"  It's meant for just the two of you, spoken like a secret as he meets your concerned stare.

"Yeah."  There's the heartbreaking smile you love, offered just to you.  "But only if you don't cry.  If you do, I'm going to have to do something about that.  

"I won't - promise."  You're wiggling your pinky within his grasp, pouring all of your appreciation into your smile.  He can still see the residual wetness in your eyes, the way they sparkle when you turn your attention away and back to the conversation at hand, but says nothing.  "Taehyungie's right - we broke up."  You don't mean for your voice to wobble but it does.  You push forward.  "It's okay, though.  I'm okay."

If no one quite believes you, they give you the benefit of keeping it to themselves.

"His loss," Yoongi remarks from his spot on the floor, back pressed to the soft grey weave of the far loveseat.  It's maybe the second time he's spoken since being so rudely woken from his nap.  It's important that you hear this.

"Soomi-ah, it's okay.  You have seven other handsome men to take care of you!"  Everyone is laughing at the way Seokjin rounds the corner, chest-puffed out like he's some kind of tropical bird doing a bizarre mating dance.  It's so cute you really could cry. 

But because you made a promise to your best friend, you join in on the hilarity instead.  "But Jin-oppa, who will keep me warm at night like him?"

Now they're all howling, even half-asleep Yoongi.  Hoseok looks like he might have cracked a rib and Jimin's rolling on the floor, his face almost as scarlet as Jin's as the eldest begins sputtering.  

They're so distracting you miss the way Jungkook stiffens at your side.

'I could keep you warm at night,' he thinks to himself before he has a chance to stop the rampant thoughts, keep them neatly tucked away beneath lock and key.

It's hard when you're so close and you look like every wish he's ever made. 

And yet, you're not even paying attention to him, instead deeply satisfied as you hum with amusement. Glee vibrates out of your body like it's aching to escape your bones and find a new home in his chest.  He'd let it, honestly.  He'd crack his insides apart into dust if it meant somewhere for you to lay your head.

Jungkook supposes that's a good thing when you're leaning into Taehyung's side, the two of ribbing Seokjin like some sort of stand-up comedy special.

If that was him, everything out of his mouth would be about you.

notes.   this was fun to write because the boys are all so cute and special in their own ways. i hope i did them justice and you enjoyed. 

as always, thanks for reading. <3

[kapparel]

It’s Always Been You

Pairing: Jimin + Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2k Prompt: Person A likes Person B but doesn’t have the guts to tell them, so instead Person A asks Person B how to get a girl to like them and Person B tells him everything he needs to know. A/N: This is my entry to @nightbts’ writing contest! I thought this would be fun plus, I admire her writing so much! I also want to improve my writing so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!

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Monday mornings meant time for school, sadly. You dragged  yourself out of bed and tiredly walked to the bathroom to wash up. Once you were done, you got dressed in casual attire — some jean shorts and a striped button up, along with your side bag of course. You headed outside and started walking towards your local bus stop.

“Hello, (Y/N)!” You heared from someone oddly familiar. Turning your head, you saw one of Jimin’s friend, Taehyung. You’ve always liked him — he was very fun to be around. “Hey, Tae! You take the bus too? I thought you drive to school.” “Yeah, but my parents are making me take the bus instead of my own car because I came home drunk the other night…” he said with a sad smile.

“Oh, Tae,” you said, chuckling. “Whatever. So where’s Jimin?” He took out a bag a poky sticks and started chewing on them. “He had to go school early to take the physics test he missed out on the other day. He offered me a ride but I was to lazy to get up, plus, I’d be bored just waiting for him alone,” you said, sticking out your hand to Taehyung, obviously showing that you’d like a pocky stick. “You know…Jimin told me something that he hasn’t told you…” Taehyung smirked.

“What? That’s ridiculous, Jimin and I are best friends, he’d tell me anything.” You and Jimin became best friends at the beginning of freshman year of college. You had gotten lost and he had been an excellent guider — showing you where all your classes were, introducing you to all his friends, which is how how you met Taehyung, and even offered to sit with you at lunch. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him. However you’d never tell him because you doubt he feels the same way and you wouldn’t want to jeopardize the beautiful friendship you both created. “Ah I don’t think so…he told me something that I can’t tell you,” Taehyung teases. “What? Idiot, you’re the one that brought it up so now I want to know!” You said quite loudly. “Nope! I’ll never surrender!” You suddenly thought  of something that’ll make the boy speak. You jumped up, grabbed the pocky stick box and shoved it in your bag. “Ha! Now tell me!” “(Y/N)! Give that back! Those are my favourite! He whined. “Not until you tell me what Jimin has told you and not me, his best friend!” “You’re a pain in the ass, (Y/N). I’ll tell you but you have to promise not tell Jimin that I told you or else he’ll beat me up,” he takes a deep breath before continuing. “He likes this girl from our school and he’s planning on telling her but doesn’t know how,” he said, and you swear your heart stopped for a second. “W-who is it?” You asked. “I can’t tell! You’ll have to ask him that yourself! Can I please have my pocky sticks back?”  Sighing, you took the box back out of your bag, but not before stealing a stick for yourself. Taehyung grabbed the box back and within seconds, you saw the bus coming and you both got on. The only thing on your mind was figuring out who the mystery girl was that Jimin liked.

-

Upon reaching school, Taehyung and you both turned your separate ways. You planned on finding Jimin to ask him who the mystery girl was. You just couldn’t believe he wouldn’t tell you. Reaching your locker, you opened it and got out your psychology textbook. “Hey, (Y/N).” Closing your locker and looking to your  right, you saw a giddily Jimin which was weird because he’s usually quite grumpy in the morning. “Hey, Jiminie!” You both walked side by side but not before the question in your head keeps begging you to ask him. “Jimin?” “Mmm?” “Uh, Taehyung told me you like someone from our school…” Jimin’s face was something you never saw before. He looked angry. “Did he say who?” “No…but why didn’t you tell me?!” You slapped his shoulder. “Ow! This isn’t the time, okay? We have class right now,” He started to walk faster as you tried to catch up. “Jimin, class doesn’t start until nine thirty!” You exclaimed. “Can’t you just give me a hint?! Is it Yejin?” Little did you know that the mystery girl was you. Jimin’s started falling for you a couple months after you two became friends. On one night while you two were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, you started laughing and smiling at a funny scene that popped up and Jimin knew from that very moment, that he wanted to see that smile for him and only him. “No, it’s not. It’s someone more special and I don’t know what to do. I need to know how to tell her in a romantic way because she a sucker for romantic things…can you help me?” He asked. It honestly kind of hurt you. A part of you didn’t want to help him because you were jealous but as his best friend, it was your duty to help him. “When are you planning on telling her?” “Tonight…” Damn…already? “Oh.” “Yeah, I just hope she likes me back,” he smiled while looking down. “I just don’t know how to tell her.” “Okay fine, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Just meet me near my locker at the end of the day.” “Thanks, (Y/N), you’re the best” with that, he ruffled your hair and you both head to class.

-

“Why are we at a flower shop?” Jimin asked. “I’m going to teach you everything you need to know. Since she likes romantic things, roses are perfect!” you said as you asked the old lady if she had any fresh red ones. “Oh yes! They’re in the back, I’ll go get them, wait here,” she walks off to the back of her flower shop. You turned back to see Jimin pacing around the shop. “Relax, she’ll love these!” You tell him. “Do you like roses?…” “I do! They’re beautiful! If I guy were to give me a bouquet of roses, I’d never stop smiling.” “Here they are!” The old lady returned, holding the most beautiful roses you’ve ever saw in your entire life. “Ahh, they’re beautiful! Thank you very much!” You said, cheerfully. 

-

Walking down the street, you peeked to your right and saw Jimin smelling the flowers and he honestly looked so beautiful. You kind of wished that he was doing that for you. 

Little did you know that he was. “Now where are we going?” Jimin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “We’re going to the chocolate store! I think you should go to her house at night, with the bouquet of flowers and chocolate and tell her that you like her and be all romantic…but not too cheesy because you aren’t proposing to her.” You said. You’ve never been a serious relationship but surprisingly, you knew a lot about love and that’s why many came to you for relationship advice. “So, I should do all that?” Jimin asked. You slowly nodded. “Oh! And also, dress casual because it’d be a little extra if you were to wear a suit and  tie,” You both reached the chocolate shop and walked in.

Jimin followed behind you like a puppy, causing you to giggle at the boy. You began looking for a nice chocolate box. “You like milk chocolate, right (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Um, let’s just get that then. I mean, if you like it, I’m pretty sure she’ll like it too! Plus, it’d be easier and quicker since it’s late and I still have to get ready to you know…” You smiled at Jimin. You thought it was adorable that he was doing all that for a girl who obviously meant a lot to him. The fact that he wanted to use your special chocolate made you smile. “Okay, sure!” You two pay the old man and start to head home. Before you both go your separate ways, Jimin speaks up. “(Y/N)?” “Mmm?” “Thank you for today. Without you, I’d be a complete mess. I just hope that when I go to her her apartment tonight, she’ll feel the same way…” “Aw! Don’t worry, Jimin. She’s honestly one lucky girl. I’m glad you’re doing this for her. Trust me, if you do everything I told you, you’ll be good. Make sure to let me know what she says,” you say, sadly. It hurt you knowing that Jimin was confessing to some random girl you probably never heard of. “I will! Take care, (Y/N)!” Jimin waved and turned the other way.

-

By the time you came back, it was nearly nine o’clock and you still had to shower and get ready for school the next day. Thank god your class was at twelve tomorrow. Hanging up your bag and coat, you walked to the bathroom and stripped all your clothes off from head to toe and headed in the shower. You thought about today how successful it was. Jimin had always helped you in the past — with tests, boyfriend problems, and even with helping you cook sometimes. The fact you you were able to help him today put smile on your face. You didn’t know if you were happy or sad that Jimin liked someone else. You thought he had feelings for you because he called you beautiful all the time, you guys held hands, and even cuddled on some days when you were upset. 

Maybe faith had other plans.

-

About 15 minuets later, you got out of the shower and padded to your room to put on more comfier clothes. You pulled out a pair of pj shorts and a tank top and slipped those on. Once that was done, you start drying your wet hair with your towel. After that, you made your way to the kitchen and started making yourself some noodles.

You were so distracted with cooking and dancing to the music that was playing form your phone, you didn’t hear the loud knocking that was coming from your door. You wondered who it could be — you weren’t expecting anyone and it couldn’t be Jimin because he was out with the girl. Lowering the volume on your phone, you walked to the door and open it. You were in complete shock and your eyes almost popped out of your eyes when you saw Jimin standing outside your door. He was dressed in casual attire but looks so handsome in your eyes. He was also holding the red roses and chocolate you guys bought today. What is going on? “J-Jimin? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at-“ “(Y/N). You’re the one I like,” he said with a wide grin while you were just standing there with your mouth wide open. “W-what? I-I’m so confused, you like me?” “Ever since I met you and the more we hung out, I just knew that I wanted to be more than friends,” he said. You on the other hand were still in shock. “So, I was the girl all along? There’s no one else? “No, it’s always been you.” “Why didn’t you tell me a long time ago?” You asked. “Because I didn’t know if you felt the same way. I didn’t have the guts so I asked you to help me on how to confess to a girl and so, here I am, just like the way you told me,” he said, as a blush crept upon his cheek. “So will you be my boyfriend?” “You idiot, I’ve liked you this whole time. I think it’s cute that you went through all this just to tell me you like me. I should’ve known when you asked me if I like roses and the thing about the chocolate,” You smirked. “You’re pretty clueless, (Y/N).” “Hey!” You hit him on the shoulder ask you made a small pout. “So is that a yes?” He teased as he leaned in closer to you. “Yes of course, you can be my boyfriend,” you said happily, with a wide smile on your face. Jimin handed you the roses and chocolate and within seconds, he crashed his lips onto yours. His lips were just like you imagined — plump and soft. Your lips both fitted perfectly together. He then pulled away, causing you to whine. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said. “Me too.” You both stared into each other’s eyes and you couldn’t believe that you had Jimin to be yours and only yours. He quickly pecked your lips, cheek, and finally your lip, and you get help but blush and smile like a fool. You suddenly forgot that your noodles were still cooking and that were probably burning. “Shit! The noodles!” You said as you ran back to the kitchen. Jimin chuckled to himself. He closed the door behind him and walked towards you. He stared at you while you were running around the kitchen and laughed out loud. He was finally happy knowing that the clumsy girl infront of him was all his, for forever and always.

This was cheesey and horrible because my writing sucks but I hope you all enjoyed! 

[purple-kpop]

Who Are You? Jimin (BTS) pt.3

Who Are You? PT.2 

MASTERLIST

“Y/N what are you doing?” He doesn’t sound like he is worrying. Maybe Jimin didn’t call him. “Oh, we are in the park right now.” I lied. “Can I talk to Jimin? I think that his phone is broken because he isn’t picking up.” Think YeJin-ah think… “He went to buy some ice creams.” Not bad. “Oh okay, I don’t have time now. I just wanted to tell you that I will not be able to come home tonight so ask him for me if he can take care of you. Gtg now bye!” “Oppa I am not a small kid, I… hello? Yah! Don’t hung up on me!”

I was walking for really really long until I finally arrived home. When I was in front of my apartment’s door I was Jimin sitting on the flor. When he saw me he quickly stood and walked toward me. “Are you okay? Where have you been?” He sound really worried. “I’m okay.” I simply answered. “Don’t do this again.” He said pulling me into his arms. I didn’t know what to do. As mutch as I wanted to stay in his embrace, I didn’t wanted to do it. After a while I said that I’m tired, he than let me go and I just went into my apartment. He was standing outside for a bit but then he left. My heart started to hurt. I didn’t eat anythink even that I was extremely hungry and just went to sleep.

I woke up hearing this stupid melody whitch means that it’s time to wake up. It’s 6:30. I growl still feeling tired. Today is my first day of school. I don’t want to go there but I don’t have a choice. When I walked into the kitchen i saw another note hanging on the fridge. Jin probably came in the morning.

‘Y/N oppa will be back today at 4 pm or so. I’ll go and do some shopping and cook something really good for you. Jimin had to take care of some stafs so he wouldn’t be able take you to school. I hope you will get there on your own. Have a nice day kiddo! Love you! ♡’

I ate something quick, done my morning routine, put on my uniform and a little bit of makeup. Then i was ready to go. The school starts at 8 so i still have 30 minutes to get there. I typed address of the school on the GPS and started my way. Why I didn’t think about it yesterday? You are so stupid Y/N.

After 20 minutes I was there. The school looks quite nice from the outside. I walked inside and it wasn’t bad too. I got then to the principal’s office and after little talk when the schoolbell rang we went to my new class.

“Attention everyone! We have a new student in our school! Please introduce yourself.” “Hello, I’m Kim Y/N.” I said and bowed. I didn’t know what else to say. Then I went to my seat where teacher told me. I’m sitting in the first row. Great. After the principal left the lesson started. I didn’t pay any attention to what he said. I was laying on the desk all the time. I almost fell asleep.

After long time it was finally over. The teacher left but not even a single one of my classmates moved. Then three girls walked my way. “Yah, what are you doing here?” She asked. Gosh her voice is really annoying. “Laying, can’t you see?” I sad not looking up. I heared some giggling. “Yah bitch! Do you wanna die? I just asked you nicely!” I was about say something when some boy screamed behind my back.

“Can you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to sleep here!” He sounded annoyed. Boi you are not the only one. The girls walked out of the class.

The rest of the day wasn’t bad. I even could sleep. Practically I was sleeping through all of the lessons.

I woke up from the loud noise of students getting off their seats. I looked up only to see those girls from before. “We need to talk loser, follow me.” She said and they left the classroom. I didn’t wanted to go after her but I was quite curious of what she has to tell me so I followed them. We walked behind the school and then they stopped, turned around and one of the girls slapped me really hard on the cheek. I looked at her in disbelive. “Who do you think you are? I don’t care from where you nor who you are but now you are in my school and you are not gonna disrespect me okay?!” She was screming at me and my blood was boiling with every her word. When I raised my hand ready to slap her someone took my hand and pulled me after him. The girls were just standing there looking shocked at me. Well I didn’t know what the hell is happening either. “What are you doind? Let me go!” I said trying to free myself. His grip on my wrist is tight. It hurts. Then he stopped and faced me. He looks… wow. “What are you doing? Picking fights on the first day?” Even his voice is wow. “If you know then why are you asking? Why can’t I do it?” I said annoyingly. “And can you finally let go of my hand?” “Because you can’t” He said after releasing my hand. From his voice I know that he is that someone who yelled at her in the class. “Why do you care?” I said after walking my way home. “Why are you following me creep?!” I yelled turning around at the boy from before. “I am not following you, i’m just going home and I am not a creep. I’m Jungkook if you want go know.” He said coldly walking past me. I felt really emarrassed. I ran up a little to catch him. “Now you are following me.” He said smiling slightly. His smile is wow too. “No i’m not.” “Yes you are (different name)” His smile is bigger now. He looks so cute. “I’m Y/N not (different name), stupid.” I made weird face at him. He didn’t say anything just started laughing and showing his bunny teeth. Cute. But Jimin’s smile is still better.

We were walking for a bit, talking about random things and he isn’t that bad as I saw him before. We lived not far away from each other and before goodbye we exchanged phone numbers. When I got home it was already 4:09 pm. It took me longer than I expected. “Oppa I’m home!” I said and after taking off my shoes I went in to the living room and when I saw who was sitting there I wanted to get away from there as quick as possible.

-END-

Who Are You? pt.4

[kpop-drabble-imagines]

Dance practice: Junhoe Imagine

Requested by anon

Words: 1300 

Pairing: Junhoe X female reader (Y/N) 

Fluff 

Summary: You’re in the same entertainment company and he has a crush on you and messes up his lies to see you. (Idk how else to put this, it’s late ok?) 

A/N: I’m trying to keep up with the requests, and I really hope you liked this one as I had nothing to go on other than a soft Junhoe imagine. 

Enjoy! 

Why are these cups always placed so high up? You thought as you struggled to get a cup down from the top of the cupboard in the cafeteria. It was late at night, so no one was working there, and you had been to practice for a couple of hours, your group leader had left you to practice the dance moves a “few more times”. You were a singer, not a dancer so it was always hard for you to remember choreography, but your leader didn’t settle for anything less than perfection. The comeback for your group was just around the corner, so you had to work extra hard.

Right as you were about to give up on trying to reach for a cup to turn around and get a chair instead, you felt something around your waist that lifted you up. You screamed in surprise.

“Need help?” a dark male voice asked you. The lift surprised you so that you totally forgot what you were supposed to do. The male put you down again and you turned around to face him. It was Junhoe, a member of one of the other groups in your company. The two of you were friends, not too close, since you never had the time to see each other due to very different schedules. This time, however, both groups were set to promote at the same time, so the chance of running into each other would be bigger.   

“You scared me!” you said and hit him playfully on his left arm.

“OW!” he exaggerated. “Apologize,” Junhoe demanded, you just looked at him.

“Excuse me, you almost made me have a heart attack!”

“Not exactly the kind of apology I had in mind but I guess that works as well. And that can’t have been the first time I have almost made you have a heart attack right?” too proud, you thought, too proud and just rolled you eyes. Junhoe let out a small laugh.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asked.

“Dance practice,” you sighed. He nodded.

“Ah, for your comeback right?”

“Yup” you said and he nodded again. Then it hit you. “Why are you here?” suddenly he froze as if he didn’t know what to say to you.

“Uhm, actually I- I uh, came to look for food” he scratched the back of his neck. “You see, we have no food left at the dorm and so I just thought about checking for food here while I was around the area.” His eyes didn’t meet yours, and you could tell he was not telling the truth, but decided to not ask more about it. The clock above the door leading out to the hallway showed that it was fifteen minutes past two am.  

“Well, you go and find food, it’s getting a bit late, so I think I’ll get back to the dorm,” you said and said goodbye to Junhoe before leaving him behind in the cafeteria.

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As you walked through the door to the dorm you heard music playing. It was one of your group’s members playing AOA- Can’t Sleep. She was sitting in a chair looking out through the window, holding a cup with tea, reminding you what you were supposed to do before leaving the company building.

“Ah, damn it, water” you said as you started walking towards the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Why are you so late? We finished at nine today.” Yejin asked.

“Oh, Yubin told me to stay and practice the choreography a little bit more” you answered while getting a water bottle from the fridge.

“A little bit?” she giggled. You both knew how Yubin could be with these things, it was understandable that she wanted perfection, but sometimes it was a bit much.

“So you practiced until now? Did you eat?” she asked.

“Yes, and no, I did not eat”

“Girl, eat something!” Yejin said.

“Too late, I’m gonna go to bed” you finished the water bottle and walked towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Yejin followed you and stopped in by the door you left open.

“Did you see anyone else there?” Seemed like the questions didn’t want to stop tonight.

“Well, I saw a few people leave at eleven… oh, and I met Junhoe” you mentioned as if it was something that happened everyday.

“Oooo~” Yejin teased and you rolled your eyes.

“It was nothing like that”

“Oh, come on, I know you like him, we all know. Anyway, what was he doing there?” and you told her about the food thing. She shook her head while laughing.

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The next day was no different from the previous, you were in the practice room, still working on your dancing. Outside of the practice room, someone was watching you through the window on the door. It was Junhoe, he had been standing there for quite some time, trying to decide if he should walk in “by mistake” or wait for you until you were finished. He checked his phone and the time was only half past eleven and he had been sort of hiding, sort of watching you for almost an hour. Unlocking his phone, he opened the selfie camera to check his hair before someone walked up behind him.

“What are you doing here?” Donghyuk asked him. Junhoe put away his phone quickly and turned to him.

“What are you doing here?” Junhoe asked.

“I asked first but if you have to know, I finished dance practice, so I was on my way out, and you?”

“I was just- I heard music so I was curious who was here, it was just Y/N” Junhoe said, trying to not sound interested. Donghyuk nodded and he started walking before he turned around.

“Are you coming or not?” he asked Junhoe who was in his own world.

“Reality calling Junhoe” and Junhoe turned to him with a confused expression on his face, Donghyuk laughed.

“No, just go ahead, I’ll be back soon” and they said their goodbye.

The music stopped playing inside the practice room and Junhoe thought that this was his moment. He took a deep breath and pulled the door open; or tried to. It was locked. A low key panic started to form inside Junhoe’s head. You had noticed him and walked over to open the door.

“Junhoe?” you smiled. “What are you doing here?” you giggled.

“I heard music, so I was just curious who was here.” he said with a little less confidence in his voice than earlier when talking with Donghyuk. You nodded.

“Well, not that interesting, it’s just me” you shrugged and walked back to get your stuff before walking past him and out the door. “I’m leaving, are you staying or going back to your dorm?” you asked him.

“Ah, yes, I was just on my way out actually, mind if I tag along?” and you nodded again.

“What were you doing here so late this time as well?” you asked him.

“Vocal lesson”

“This late?” you were used to having vocal lessons around 2 pm, so to think someone having them this late sounded weird to you.

“Mhm” was all he answered.

“But you don’t need it, though. You already sing so well!”

It was not the usual grin that appeared on Junhoe’s face, but a little shy smile and a light shade of red on his cheeks instead.

“I’m so jealous haha” you said and he became serious.

“What? But your voice is amazing! I listen to your group’s songs all the time to hear your voice!” there was a sudden silence between you before you giggled. He looked horrified as if he said something terrible.

“That is,” you started. “The cutest and nicest thing someone has ever said to me.” And there was the grin again.