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krreader · 4 years ago

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BTS scenario → falling for you, their newest make-up artist.

pairing: bts x make-up artist!reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of sex ; language genre: fluff ; smut ; hints of angst word count: 2.4k+

a/n: heeeey @yuu95line, I really hope this is how you had imagined it to be and I hope you like it ♥

kim seokjin

The first thing that Jin noticed about you was how hardworking you were, desperately trying to prove to everyone that you were here for a reason and that you were serious about this. An attribute that he appreciated greatly.

However, there was also this other side to you that he loved even more. He loved how bubbly and cheerful you always were, even if they didn't have a good day, you always tried to keep the mood up and make everyone happy (again), something that he could relate with.

But it was also your kindness and that youthfulness that made him fall for you.

“What's that?” he asked with a chuckle as you had handed him a drink.

“They call this the 'volcano of flavors'. Honestly, I'm not 100% sure what's in it, but it looks freaking cool and so I thought of you and wanted to know what you think.”

“You value my opinion that much?”

“Are you kidding me? You're the only opinion I can trust when it comes to something to eat or drink. You're the master of that.”

He was flattered. More than that, he loved compliments such as this one. And he wasn't sure whether you were just really good at making someone feel good about themselves, or if you genuinely meant it. Whatever it was, he was just really glad that BigHit had decided to hire you.

Life would be extremely dull for him these days otherwise.

You waited to apply his base so he could try it first, beaming happily when he obviously liked it.

“Yes! Mission successful!”

My god.. he really found his soulmate, huh?

min yoongi

Sometimes the artists liked to pretend as if the make-up artists were invisible when they did their make-up.

They never hid what they were doing on their phones when you guys were around, because most knew not to say anything.

But you were new and you couldn't keep your mouth shut when you saw him play a mobile game and fail at it, again and again and again.

“Shit, you're bad at this,” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

But he heard.

Yoongi was so perplexed, looking at you from under his eyelashes through the mirror, “Excuse me?”

“I said you're bad at this. Wasn't tongue technology one of your verses in a song? Guess 'finger technology' isn't in your skill book.”

Yoongi wasn't used to this anymore. Someone talking like this, so straight forward and brutally honest, without holding back. He was used to being pampered and people lying to him to make him feel good, people treating him like he was special, so instead of taking offense to it, he actually decided to play this game with you.

“So you want to talk plainly, yes? Alright then,” he straightened his back, looking directly into your eyes when you applied some blush, “How about I show you my finger technology? There's a really quiet room next door we could go into. I’m sure I could convince you how good I actually am.”

“Oh yeah? Sure,” you shrugged, “I'll be nice to show you the ropes and how it’s done these days. My generation has a lot up their sleeves, you know?”

He loved this. Oh, he loved this more than he could say.

“I don't think you'll show me anything. It'll be the other way around. Experience comes with age, you know?”

“You'd wish,” you snorted.

That was probably the moment that Yoongi had found his favorite make-up artist ever. And... fell in love a little. It’s been too long since he’s had a relationship like this and he immediately never wanted to lose it.

“Where's Yoongi and (Y/N)? They should be done by now,” a make-up artist asked into the room at one point.

“Don’t know. They walked out fifteen minutes ago and haven’t come back. Maybe gone to eat something.”

“Hm, must be.”

Yeah.. must be.

jung hoseok

It was the annual BigHit party that every staff member and artist was invited to.

It was spread out over every floor, the party was in full motion, with people playing games on some floors and just talking on others.

And then there were those few on the rooftop, that including you and Hoseok as you were sitting on a bench next to each other, watching the stars with the music faintly being audible.

Suddenly, you could feel his hand on yours, you whispering, “Not here.”

“Why? Let them see.”

This wasn’t the first time the discussion had come up and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

However, your answer hadn’t changed since the last time you talked about this.

“And then what? They will make up rumors, how I only got to the point where I am because I'm sleeping with you.”

Hoseok sighed heavily and turned his body to really look at you, “Or maybe they will be happy for us. Have you ever considered that?”

“I can't. Not when there is so much on the line for me and so little for you,” you sighed just like he had, “I know you mean well, Hoseok, but right now, at this time, I can't risk my career, not even for you. You know how much you mean to me and I know how much I mean to you, it is not something I take lightly. So just.. leave it like it is for now. Because I don’t want to lose what we have. Career and relationship wise.”

He loved you. Not just a little, but very much.

And he wanted to tell the world just that.

But that was selfish, especially when what you had said was true. It would probably cost you your career, but it would cost him absolutely nothing but – at worst – a scolding.

If he really loved you as much as he thought and you said, then he'd accept that and do what you asked.

"I promise you, my love.. one day,” you smiled at him.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he smiled back.

kim namjoon

Out of all the members, Namjoon would have been the last person you had suspected to do this. Not that you had suspected any of them to pull a stunt like this, but him? The most responsible one out of all of them?

No way.

“I.. don't know what to say,” you were holding the strap of your bag tightly, staring at him with wide eyes as he was standing in front of you with a bouquet of flowers after just having come clean about his feelings for you.

Feelings, that he had developed over the last couple of months and the many deep and heartfelt conversations that you two have had. After he had opened up to you and you to him, he started to realize that this wasn't merely a friendship anymore. He wanted.. more.

“You don't have to say anything if you don't feel the same.”

“No, that's not what this is about. I just don't know.. how you think this is going to work out. I'm your make-up artist and probably not even that yet. I'm just someone who helps out when one of the others is busy. I'm a nobody that worked really hard for this position, even if it sucks sometimes. If we were to date and they'd find out.. I'd be fired immediately.”

Namjoon nodded, immediately understanding your concerns, placing the flowers on a table nearby and then approaching you slowly, gently taking your hands into his and looking at them, “I've spent the last few years hiding my relationships and my feelings for people. I've become quite good at it and so has everyone else in this company. It is.. one of the skills that you’ll have to develop once you start working in this industry,” he finally looked up into your eyes, “I wish it weren’t like that, but that’s the truth.”

“I’m scared, Namjoon.”

“You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted to be honest with you about my feelings,” he hesitated for a second, but then he settled for a small kiss on your cheek, “Think on what I said. I will wait for you.”

He didn’t pressure you that night. He gave you the choice on what would happen next. And you couldn’t thank him more for that.

park jimin

This was extremely unprofessional in any situation, with you working for him and not just that, but having only started working for him four months ago. You were the rookie that still had to prove herself. And to top it all off, you were seriously doing this on concert day.

“Don't!” you stopped him when he wanted to kiss you, “I just applied your make-up, don't ruin it.”

Jimin chuckled darkly, “You'll need to re-apply it anyways,” he turned you around, pushing you against the stall in the bathroom, “I don’t intend to go slow.”

You wished you could resist him, but you simply couldn't.

This attraction between you two had started out the moment you walked into the room and introduced yourself as the new make-up artist and had only grown within the last few months.

Now, it had come to the point where you couldn't keep your hands off of each other anymore, not even on concert day.

And so here you were, having sex in a bathroom stall with Jimin for ten minutes, because he had to go up on stage soon and if you turned up any later, people would be angry at both of you.

“Where the hell were you two?!” one of the make-up artists asked, inspecting Jimin's make-up and being.. rather impressed.

“He needed some.. touch-ups. I finished it real quick, so that you wouldn’t have to.”

“Hm.. not bad, rookie. You were good.”

And as she walked away, Jimin whispered into your ear, “So fucking good, baby girl.”

And you got chills all over your body.

kim taehyung

You looked absolutely gorgeous.

That was the first thing that he noticed when you walked into the room, bowing to every single person in the room, because you were the youngest and wanted to be respectful.

Taehyung beamed happily when it was his time, “It's nice to see you.”

“It's nice to see you too. Did you have a good weekend?” you smiled as brightly as he did, taking off your sunglasses and brushing your hair out of your face to get ready for applying his base make-up, so that the older and more experienced artists could do wonders to his eyes.

“I did. Very relaxing.”

“Ah, that's good to hear that you actually didn't work for once,” you chuckled.

Taehyung watched you silently as you gathered everything that you needed, but that smile never faltered. He just let out a dreamy sigh, like a teenager that was in love.

Which was exactly the case, minus the teenager part. He had fallen hopelessly in love with you, or maybe just with the idea of you. He made up scenarios in his head of what the future might look like and even more of ways of telling you what he felt for you.

But as of right now, they were only imaginary scenarios.

“Okay, here we go,” but even as you continued applying the base, he never looked anywhere other than your eyes, until you eventually asked, “Do I have something on my face? Is it.. mascara?”

“No, just.. I really like your eyes.”

“Oh..- well, uhm. Thank you,” you could feel your cheeks heat up and quickly turned around so he wouldn't see the effects his words had on you.

As the newest and youngest member, you had to prove yourself to everyone. That you weren't just here to get with one of them. Them letting you do Taehyung's make-up, the one that everyone yearned for, meant they trusted you a lot. You didn't want to break their trust.

However, you've noticed that this had become harder and harder in the last few weeks. He'd make you compliments, he'd stare at you and what you thought was simple niceness at first, had made you wonder nowadays, if maybe, he had something else in mind.

“You're welcome,” he smiled once again when you turned back around to look at him.

Maybe one day, when your position would be more secure, then he could figure out how to make this work. Until then, he’d just keep showering you with compliments to see your beautiful smile that brightened his day.

jeon jeongguk

Normally, Bangtan would get their make-up done at the BigHit building if they had a mere video conference, but one of the staff members had shown symptoms of the virus and now no one was allowed into the building for the next week, until everything and everyone was cleared.

But because Bangtan hadn’t been to BigHit in a while and they had a video conference scheduled today, some of the make-up artists had to go to their dorm to do their make-up there, you being one of them.

And as the youngest, you were assigned to do Jeongguk's make-up.

In his room.

Alone.

While the door was closed.

And he could feel how nervous you were.

“It's this room, isn't it?” he asked with a cocky smile, “Gives you flashbacks.”

“Don't,” you just continued applying his base with a slightly trembling hand.

“What furniture is it that makes you most nervous? The bed? The chair? The rug?”

“I said stop.”

Jeongguk let out a chuckle and leaned back when you walked over to his desk to grab something else, cocking his head to the side, his eyes on your butt.

“I bet it's the rug. It's still ripped by the way. And you haven't paid me back for it.”

“I tried giving you money, you didn't want it, what else do you want me to do?”

He was quiet for a moment and when you could feel his arms around you from behind and his mouth right next to your ear, he whispered, “I want you to stop lying to yourself and admit that you loved it as much as I did.”

You had started out as colleagues, then friends, then you blurted out that you liked him and the next thing you remembered was being in his bed. That had continued on for weeks, with you two not really dating, but not being nothing either. Until you had called it quits because you just couldn't focus on your work anymore whenever he was around.

Not that it was any easier now.. actually just harder. But you tried telling yourself that it was better this way.

“I still like you. A lot,” he whispered when you hadn't answered him, “And that won't suddenly go away. And I know you feel the same way.”

You turned around in his arms, his eyes had become a little sadder, hoping you'd say what he wanted you to say.

But just as you tried to, a knock on your door from one of the other make-up artists interrupted you, both of you jumping away from each other.

One day, you'd talk to him about this. But today was clearly not the day, even if he wished it were.

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jjkclub · 4 years ago

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before you go

pairing - hoseok x reader

genre - angst

trigger warnings - major character death

word count - 2k words

(based on the song 'before you go' by lewis capaldi)

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"y-y/n.." you heard hoseok say as you locked eyes with him. your throat tightened and your eyes welled up with tears at the sight before you. you and your boyfriend hoseok have been dating for 2 years now and you were happier than ever. since he and the boys had a comeback approaching, he used to come home late, completely tired and wanting to do nothing more than just sleep.

knowing that he was over working himself unconsciously, you made it a habit to remind him to eat, take breaks and sleep at the right intervals. since your shift ended much earlier today, you had managed to stop by hoseok's favourite restaurant and pick up food for you both as you made your way into the bighit building.

the guards and staff knew about your relationship with hoseok even though it wasn't revealed publicly, which made it easier for you to enter the building without any issues. your first guess had been that he would be in the practice room but when you stumbled upon jimin in the corridor, he smiled at you and informed you that he was alone in his studio.

as you thanked him and made your way over to his studio, you thought you heard some noise coming from inside. you walked closer to the door and found it locked. knowing hoseok's password by heart, you punched in the code and entered the room, your jaw dropping at the sight in front of you.

your boyfriend hoseok was sitting on his chair with another woman on his lap. he had his hands wrapped tightly around her waist as her hands were curled around his neck, both of them kissing each other passionately as you dropped the bag of food you were holding.

hearing the sudden sound from near the door, hoseok quickly turned around, panting after the make out session when he realised who had just entered. he watched your eyes tearing up as he felt nothing but guilt running through him.

"fuck, i can explain i swear!" he said, running his hand through his hair in frustration as he pushed the girl off his lap and made his way towards you. "wait…" you heard the girl say which caught your attention. "this is your girlfriend?!" she shrieked out as you saw her guilty expression. she walked up to you hurriedly after she gave hoseok a disgusted look.

"i'm soo sorry, i didn't know that he had a girlfriend. trust me, if i had known, i wouldn't have even gotten close to him. i'm extremely sorry." she said genuinely as she bowed, tears lining her eyes as she realised what a horrible thing she had done. knowing that she was innocent and that it wasn't her fault, you said, "it's okay. i understand. can you please excuse me for a minute?" "of course." she replied as she scurried out of the room.

once she left, hoseok quickly defended himself, "y/n i promise i didn't mean to cheat on you. it was just one kiss." "JUST ONE KISS?! hoseok i trusted you! i thought you were busy preparing for your comeback, not shoving your tongue in another woman's mouth! you absolutely disgust me!" you yelled out as tears streamed down your face, your head pounding painfully as you looked at the man you once trusted more than anything.

"i'm leaving. i'll have all my things out of your house by tonight. have a nice life." you spat out coldly, each word laced with venom which brought a lump in hoseok's throat. he loved you but he couldn't remember what urged him to kiss that girl. in his state of confusion, he began to think you were over-reacting. as you turned around to leave, he grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulling you closer to him as he shut the door behind you.

"yah, what the fuck do you think you're doing?! don't you dare touch me. let me go!" "y/n stop over-reacting goddamnit! it was just one fucking kiss! just forgive me this one time, i swear it won't happen again!" at his outburst, you felt anger surge through you.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING JUNG HOSEOK?! IT WAS JUST ONE KISS?! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU FOUND ME MAKING OUT WITH ANOTHER GUY?!" you screamed at him, yanking your hand out of his grip as turned around and opened the door "don't you dare come near me. we're over. i never want to see you again."

you rushed out of the room, tears running down your face freely as you reached the exit of the building and ran out. you didn't know where you were going or where you wanted to go but you knew that you didn't want to be anywhere near him. unbeknownst to you, hoseok was running behind you, trying to grab a hold of you and beg for forgiveness. as you kept running, you didn't notice the signal change colour as you ran across the road.

you started to feel dizzy from all the crying and exhaustion but you pushed yourself to go to the other side of the road. deciding to call your bestfriend and tell her that you wanted to stay over, you quickly turned to pull out your phone when you noticed a bright, blinding light shining on your face. you raised your hand up to your face to shield your eyes from the harsh light and before you could process what was happening, you faintly heard a voice calling out to you before everything turned black.

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hoseok paced around the small waiting room, crying as he waited for the doctor to come out and give him he news. the news that you were fine and you'd live. a few minutes prior, hoseok saw you get hit by a car, your once warm and bubbly self now lying cold and lifeless surrounded by a pool of your own blood in the middle of the road. at the sight, hoseok felt his soul getting sucked out of his body as he started screaming and crying for help, desperately carrying you in his arms to try and save you.

he managed to get to a hospital quickly but little did he know, he was too late. as you were quickly placed on a stretcher and rushed inside, hoseok was asked to wait while the doctors tried to keep you alive. in the span of minutes, the rest of bangtan had arrived at the hospital to keep him company as paparazzi flooded them, trying to figure out why the biggest boy band in the world were in the hospital.

the tension was thick in the cramped waiting room. hoseok was now seated on the floor in a corner, holding his face in his hands as he cried out, repeating the word 'sorry' over and over again. namjoon and yoongi had tears in their eyes as namjoon couldn't stop his hands from shaking violently. you were like a sister to all of them. you had been there to support them since the beginning and the thought of never seeing your cheerful face around the dorms was terrifying.

jimin and jungkook were crying almost as badly as hoseok. they loved you a lot, some might think they loved you more than hoseok did which made it harder for them to process your accident. you were always protective over them, despite you being younger. you always spoiled them and played games with them which made things hurt a million times worse.

jin didn't speak a word at all. he simply couldn't bring himself to. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful, kind hearted and loving person that they had ever encountered. you were always willing to help him with any sort of chores and never said no to anything which he admired about you. he had his eyes shut tightly as he muttered soft prayers over and over again, hoping that you'd be fine.

unlike everyone else's hard state, taehyung was beyond confused at why everyone was crying and waiting at the hospital. when he first heard the news, he couldn't help but laugh. ah, our y/n is back to her silly pranks again, he thought as he entered the car, thinking all of them were going to go for practice or for dinner. when they stopped infront of the hospital, he sensed something bad was happening. now, as he looked around at all the member's crying faces, he couldn't help but burst.

"yah! what the fuck are all of you crying for?! is it because of that prank y/n is pulling? are y'all that dumb, hyungs? she's just started her stupid pranks again! why do we have to come to the hospital for this?..." his words slowly fading as he took note of the hard expressions on all of their faces. "it is a prank… right?" he asked once again, this time, feeling unsure of his words.

"taehyung-ah…" yoongi started as his voice started shaking. "it-it's not a prank… y/n has seriously met with an a-accident." taehyung felt his eyes watering at yoongi's words. "hyung, stop it. it's not funny at all. STOP LYING!" he yelled as he felt a few tears roll down his cheeks. "WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE AT THE HOSPITAL THEN, HUH?! WHY DO YOU THINK HOSEOK'S SHIRT IS COVERED IN BLOOD AND NONE OF US CAN STOP CRYING?!" yoongi shouted at taehyung and started sobbing uncontrollably, falling to the floor as he wrapped his hands around his knees and rocked himself slowly.

taehyung still couldn't believe it. how could his precious y/n have met with an accident? he wondered as he finally started to believe his hyung's words. he started to cry, gripping his hair in his hands as he hoped this was all a dream. he couldn't take it anymore as he stood up, running towards the door of the room you were getting treated in as he started banging on the glass, unable to control his emotions anymore.

after a few minutes, he slowly slid down to the floor, and continued crying into his hands. minutes felt like hours as all of them waited for the doctor to come out and update them about your condition. finally, the door creaked open as everyone's eyes darted towards the door, hoseok rushing to his feet as he stood infront of the doctor. he looked like an absolute mess, his hair was all over the place, his eyes red and swollen from crying and his lower lip bruised badly as he couldn't help but bite them in frustration.

"i'm really sorry to say this but, she's gone." the doctor stated with a crest-fallen expression. the exact words hoseok had been praying not to hear was being told to him, almost mockingly as he burst out in tears again, his heart aching terribly as he pushed the doctor aside and walked into your room. he saw your face and couldn't stop yelling out 'i'm sorry''s as he held your hand tightly. the same one on which he wanted to put a ring and claim you as his forever.

he could barely recognize you. your usually warm hands were stone cold and your skin was pale which made him feel a pang in his chest. despite the deep gash down your neck, he noticed your lips turned upwards in a slight smile as he cupped your cold face in his hand, crying hard as he felt his world crash around him.

he felt guilt running through his veins. would none of this happened if i hadn't cheated on her? would she still be here with me if i had held her closer, just for a moment longer? he wondered as he knelt near your bed, his throat going sore as he kept crying and screaming out to you, hoping you'd wake up and tell him that you were okay, you forgive him and that you both could have your happily ever after now but he knew that it was impossible.

maybe he doesn't deserve to be happy, he thought as he curled his hands into fists, hitting his forehead repeatedly to try and wake him up from this nightmare he was living in cause he couldn't live with the guilt and pain.

you had died for a mistake he had made, and he could never forgive himself for that.

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lesbiancarat · 3 years ago

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PREACH IT!! SAY IT LOUDER FOR TH3 PEOPLE IN THE BACK!! *stands up and claps*

Just your comment, please I want to tattoo that entire response on my forehead so people could understand some stuff fjshdhsh. I very much agree with everything you have said, like I do think the bighit deal was more so with the help of say with western connections (which again does NOT mean pledis could have done this without bighit. They clearly could but I saw a theory on a YouTube comment where someone said they focused on the core fanbase aka in Korea which is their main market and it paid off imo) from helping with buisness side of things like we do have merch to buy directly (which I have my opinion on some merch ideas like why the fudge is bighit selling us water!? Bro you thought that worked with bts doesn't mean it will with seventeen) which wasn't common in the past or being able to film concerts with ease during the pandemic. Bighit clearly acknowledges that seventeen is a monster group in their own right I mean as you said, they break records and are 2nd behind bighits own group. They are EXTEMELY big in Japan. They are their own song makers, bang pd confirmed this when pleids was first announced in a press video so the fact people brush all of their achievements and statements because why, their streaming numbers are low?

And oohh such an interesting point as well! Very much i think the current mindset of kpop fans (or at least some) is that streaming is what equals success which to some degree, yes but as you said, many ignore the casual side of listening. People that find the song due to it being viral for whatever reason, a fancam getting popular like in the cass of hani from exid or whatever reason. Dwc is a great example and I saw those comments under their recent performance of that song and it makes me proud that the boys have a song like that. That it has its own "fanbase" quote on quote with how well loved that song simply is and well known. You don't have to have fans doing crazy streaming to be considered "popular", I mean I could give more examples but I don't wanna make this too long nor cause unwanted fandrama lol. Those casual listeners are extremely important and powerful I mean brave girls is a great recent example of that I think! It very much does seem like that when looking at the views, its mainly the core fanbase which isn't bad nor should we feel bad for not having crazy numbers. They seem more organic if that makes sense? Plus I agree, we can stream and can explain how it works, clearing up confusion about it like no emojis don't take down views and yes youtube does take away views but that is due to it making sure it isn't bots only viewing the video. Explaining that streaming should be done with a chill mindset and its ok if you don't stream. But hey, maybe we're too weird of fans to think like this fjajdjajs.

But some few updates! Seventeen is back on Instagram, fully everyone is posting away. Makes me happy hehe m, a bit funny it took so long for them to comeback but am happy nonetheless. The interactions that seungkwan does makes me super soft. Seventeen are also back with doing proper promotions so yay (also pledis is S Wording people over the mingyu issue finally so bless). As for me on the personal side of things. I have OFFICIALLY finished that video game ^_^ it took me a while but I have finished it, my last goodbye was completed and am at ease so to speak? Lowkey am planning on beating all the trophies in the game cx also may I ask about your thoughts on the album? Favorite songs, have you bought the physical cd?

ok finally getting around to this lol!!

and yeah that's absolutely true, pledis focused on kr promotions/fanbase first and foremost (and then expanded to Japan and is now looking toward the US/western promos in general). which i agree was a good thing. i think some companies get too greedy with wanting a group to be ~internationally famous~ that they ignore their Korean fanbase a bit too much and I've seen groups that have failed bc of it, so I'm glad that didn't happen w SVT

and yeah in terms of merch I'm genuinely grateful as an american that for this cb at least there was a US distributor which made things super convenient but wtf is going on w hybes merch those water bottles are not it TT it just sucks to see bc it's clear that at least as far as merch goes hybe doesn't have an interest in like. doing market research to figure out what carats want. which is funny bc they don't even have to start from scratch they could literally just ask pledis?? and tbh what's sad is i don't think hybe is like. purposefully trying to sabotage SVTs merch from my limited perspective i get the feeling they treat all their groups merch like that :( but since us carats have seen in the past what kind of merch we're capable of getting it's disappointing to see such a downgrade. and like tbf pledis's merch decisions were never perfect like that time they tried to sell replicas of the SVT rings and carats were rightfully pissed bc those are something the members earned, not something to be bought. and i also don't think hybe never has or never will make good merch, I'm sure they're fully capable of it. but it just seems obvious that they've put WAY less if any effort into understanding both the market (ie carats) and seventeens brand compared to pledis so like of course most carats aren't gonna like it :/ i really hope they step up their game and do better research or bring ppl onto the team who better understand svt's brand

and yeah i very much agree with everything u said about streaming! tbh i think this mindset isn't as uncommon as you might think, I've actually met a fair number of kpop fans who are critical of streaming culture but as u know there also are a lot of ppl who are really into it and those ppl tend to have the loudest voices. and unfortunately part of streaming culture is that if you question the methods or don't participate you must be a bad fan or secretly an anti or something ridiculous like that. so ppl who aren't into streaming culture end up learning to not be too vocal about it bc of how bad the backlash can be

yes! I'm glad to see insta line (+ now dk!!) active again. i still wonder why pledis made them stop using their ind instas, like I know all the theories people have as to why but honestly none that I've seen seem to fully make sense. it will probably be one of those things where we'll just never know the full story. but i digress!! regardless of the reason I'm just glad to have them back after all this time ^^

congrats on finishing the game! I'm glad it was able to help you work through your grief a bit and that you feel more at ease now ;-; and good luck with the rest of the trophies if you end up trying to get them!

as always I'm answering this a bit late so you may have seen already but i did get the physical album! it was a birthday gift so i only got it the other day, but according to my mom it arrived almost immediately after the album was released so as i said before, I'm very grateful for the US shop this time around ;-; as for the songs usually it's easy for me to pick one or two favorites but this time around it's genuinely a 4-way tie between heavens cloud and all the unit songs TT (i also love anyone and RTL, they're just slightly lower on the list in terms of preference if u get what i mean). i really hope some time in the future we get some kind of performance or special video or something for heavens cloud, since so many carats and the members themselves seem to really love it. i also think it's a song that brings up such beautiful imagery that it would be a shame if it never got any type of visual representation, you know? I'm also really curious to see a performance of wave, since iirc the members said the choreo is a lot more laid back/different from other perf unit choreos?? + that song also evokes such great imagery for me that like... makes feel like it needs some kind of movement so I'm just itching to see a performance. kind of like... even if i didn't know it was a perf unit song i would think it would be great to choreograph to if that makes any sense dhfkf. but yeah overall i think it's just a really solid album, as expected from summerteen ^^

#melia.ask #📖 anon #long post

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kiirokero · 4 years ago

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My Hope (JHS)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Lil bit of Fluff, Mutual Pining, (old?)Best Friends to lovers

Word Count: 2,870

Summary: You were only trying to forget the love you knew you could never have, but now you were trapped in a hell. You’ve had enough and you find yourself at the doorstep of the one who you truly loved, soaking wet and broken.

Warnings: Mentions of a domestic abusive relationship, verbal, emotional, light physical abuse (bruising), manipulation, gaslighting (kinda?), yelling, degradation (and not the smexy kind), light panicking, abusive isolation, just a lot of horrible shit.

Note: PLEASE don’t read if the warning topics are triggering for you.

Cold. That's all I could feel right now. My hands like icicles as the unforgiving frost of the city bit at the tips of my ears and nose. Was I really doing the right thing? My legs aching as I continued my journey to the only place I could turn to. He said he'd change. He always said that. Every time. Maybe this time will be different. How many times has it been? 5? 10? I've lost count, but I was stuck.

1... 2... 3... I counted my steps to keep my mind off of the situation that plagued it. It was his fault, right? It wasn't mine? Would he have acted like that if it was anybody else? He's always been jealous. Insecure. Reassurance a constant sound coming from my vocal cords, only because I didn’t want to do the alternative.

18... 19... 20... Am I walking too slow? I should be there by now. Am I lost? Will I succumb to the cold in an alleyway all by myself? My feet like the stone statues that stood in the middle of the city. Their empty stares the only thing to keep me company. The patter of rain the only music filling my ears. Lonely. I was always so lonely. Even when the arms of the person I falsely gave my heart to were wrapped around my ever dying body.

50... 51... 52... What happened to me? I used to be so happy. My smile a genuine painting on my face rather than a mask constantly in my hand. I used to have friends, family; I used to have him...A piece of me was taken away with every hateful word spat at me. I was no better than the cold stone men. The fire in my soul reduced to a pathetic ember. My glowing skin diminished into scratchy leather. My will to keep going now nothing more than a scrap of paper. Burnt. Torn. Crumpled.

87... 88... 89... I had to do it. I couldn't take it anymore. My life had been ripped away from me. He trapped me in a hellscape with false promises of love. Lured me in with a chance to forget. To forget about him. Happiness... I wanted it back. I want my friends back. I wanted my family back. My hobbies, my freedom, him.

I wanted Hoseok back.

"Who was that?" My boyfriend, Hajoon, snapped as I closed the door. "The new neighbor..." I faltered. Hajoon just scoffed and stood up. Walking towards me as my heart rate spiked. Not again. "Oh really? And what did he want?" He taunted, annoyance written all over his face. "H-he just wanted to introduce himself..." I stuttered. "Why are you stuttering? I swear you'd never survive without me. You're so pathetic." He huffed as he harshly grabbed my chin, making me look at him. "Don't talk to him again, got it?" I nodded and he let go. "You love me and you'd never leave me. Right Y/N?" He questioned. "Right... I'd never leave you..."

"Hobi! How's the tour going!" I exclaimed, happy to get a call from my best friend. "Y/N! It's going well! It's been a blast performing and meeting Army's." He chirped. Hajoon was out, meaning that I could talk to Hoseok without worry. Hajoon never liked Hoseok. Whenever I would mention my beloved best friend, he would get angry. He would yell and me tell me I shouldn't talk to him. I didn't listen though, Hoseok has been with me through everything. I could never drop him. Never. "Why haven't you been visiting more, Y/N? We miss you!" Hoseok asked, a hint of sadness laced in his voice. "Ah, I would but... Hajoon doesn't like when I go out without him..." I hesitated. "Y/n... Hajoon doesn't own you. You can do things without his approval. You're an adult, okay?" Hoseok stated. "I know, but..." I froze as I heard the door open.

"I-I gotta go, I'll talk to you when I can..." I panicked, hanging up the phone before Hoseok could say anything. "Y/n? Who are you talking to?" Hajoon called out. "M-my mom!" I called back, tears stinging my eyes but I refused to let them fall. "She just wanted to check up on me..." I quickly deleted my call history, leaving a call from my mom earlier today at the top. I knew that if Hajoon didn't believe me, he'd look at my call history. The last time I lied about who I was talking to, he yelled at me for hours. Hajoon walked into our shared bedroom staring coldly at me. "What did you guys talk about?" He asked. "She was just asking how my life is... telling me how they are..." I mumbled. "What did you say?" He commanded me to tell him. "I- I said I was fine..." Hajoon nodded, satisfied, and laid down on the bed, beckoning me into his arms.

I complied, curling up next to him, my head in his chest. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew how he was treating me was wrong. He feared getting caught. Scared I'd run away. Slipping from his grasp. He was insecure. He needed someone to control in order to feel that he had power. Why did it have to be me? "I love you." He mumbled. I hesitated, not wanting to say those sacred words, but my mind when back to what happened every time I didn't say it back. 'I give you everything, yet you're so ungrateful?' 'You just take and take, don't you?' 'You'd have nothing without me!' 'You need me.'

"I- I love you too..."

"Where the hell we're you?!" I winced at the sound of my yelling boyfriend. "I was out with friends... I told you last night that they wanted to go see a movie with me..." I mumbled. Fear and anxiety already coursing through my body. "And I thought I told you that I didn't want you to go?!" He screamed. Hoseok's words ran through my mind 'You're an adult'. That's the only reason I could pick myself up and go out. "I..." I stumbled out, "I'm an adult... I can make my own decisions..." The room was silent. I looked up to see Hajoon looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"Oh, really?" He said in a monotone manner, scaring me even more. He wasn't yelling anymore, but I could tell he was mad, he was really mad. He started stepping towards me, causing me to back up, hitting my back against the empty living room wall. "Really?" He said again, this time in a more spiteful tone. He harshly grabbed my wrist, squeezing it tight. I cried out at the sudden pain. "You're an adult? You don't act like it. You're like a child leeching off of me, ungratefully taking everything from me, yet you want to say you're an adult?!" My eyes were watering and my heart rammed against my ribcage, I could hear the sound in my ears. "You made me quit my job... So I wouldn't have my own money..." I whispered. But he heard it, and he squeezed my wrist even tighter. "I do this because I love you." He stated. But I've had it, I've had enough. "No! No, you don't! You don't love me! This isn't love!"

I struggled in his grip, managing to get free as I bolted for the door. I had to get out of there. I burst the door open and ran down the street. Ignoring the yells that came from behind me. I just kept running and running. Rain roughly hitting my face, mixing with the salty tears slipping from my eyes.

I looked down at my bruising wrist, the sight not new to me. The bruise was like a bracelet to me now. An accessory I would wear to remind me I made him mad, and he went too far. I curled my knees against my chest, cold and wet, shivering in front of my best friend's door. I took my phone out of my pocket. 9 pm. When I got home it was 7, was I really running for that long?

Hoseok's place was a 30-minute drive from mine, but walking/running was a different story. The twists and turns of the city streets adding on extra time to my commute. I didn't want to call him. It was Sunday night. Every Sunday night, Hoseok would go to BigHit's dance studio and practice more by himself, starting at 6 and ending at 8. Then the long drive back home. That was his Sunday routine. I didn't want to bother him. His dancing was important to him, and he loved it. I didn't want to ruin his night by interrupting him. I didn't want to be a bother.

Irrational fears ran through my head, torturing me. Did I have any right to be here? Would he be mad at me? Why would he be mad at me? Please don't be mad at me. I can't handle it. I can't handle the yelling, the screaming. I can't handle the hate, the fake love. I couldn't handle being trapped. A dying bird in a rusty cage. I wanted freedom, craved it. Tonight, I finally got it. Now I just needed the warm, comforting arms and the smooth voice of my best friend to tell me everything is going to be okay.

"Y-Y/n?" I looked up at the sound of my name and saw a worried-looking Hoseok, still dressed in workout clothes and a duffle bag in hand. As soon as I saw his face, tears spilled out of my eyes, "Hobi?" I hiccuped. He wasted no time rushing to me, kneeling in front of me, holding me close. "Y/n, you're soaking wet! What happened?" I couldn't answer him as I choked out tears. Hoseok could tell I was too hysterical to give him an answer, so he picked me up and walked inside his apartment.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I need you to calm down, Y/n. Can you do that for me?" Hoseok comforted me as brought me to the bathroom and sat me on the side of the tub. I nodded my head and Hoseok ran me through a breathing exercise. It didn’t calm me down entirely, but at least I could speak now. Hoseok kneeled in front of me and held one of my hands as the other one worked on wiping my tears away. "I'm sorry..." I whispered. "No, Y/n, I don't what to hear any of that. You have nothing to be sorry for." Hoseok stated, "But, what happened?"

"Hajoon... Hajoon happened." I said, his name like tar in my mouth. Hoseok's face contorted in disgust. "I knew it..." He whispered to himself. I could see the mental battle he was having in his head plastered on his face. It read guilt and regret. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He soon returned with a black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, handing them to me. "Go ahead and change, I don't want my sunshine to get sick." My heart skipped a beat at the old nickname he always used for me.

Sunshine. He's been calling me that since forever. But when I got in a relationship with Hajoon, he stopped out of respect, since sunshine sounded so loving to Hajoon. I forgot just how much I missed it. Hajoon was never that loving to me, Hoseok treated me better than him from the start. Loving Hoseok scared me. He had a dream. He was a star and I was a nobody compared to him. I was scared I wasn't good enough for him. So when the puppy love between me and Hajoon started, I took it as an opportunity to keep me from impeding Hoseok and his dream. But it backfired, it backfired so badly.

I stepped out of the bathroom, walking to the living room that seemed like a distant memory now. I remembered when I would practically spend days straight at Hoseok's house, even if he had work, it was my second home until Hajoon ripped that away from me. He told me that it was unfaithful to spend so much time at Hoseok’s, and not wanting to hurt his feelings, I listened to him. I was so stupid. Hoseok walked out the kitchen, dressed in lounge clothes, leftover takeout in hand as he motioned for me to sit down. I complied silently. We said nothing to each other, but we didn't have to. We didn't need to fill the silence with conversation just yet. We just needed each other.

Hoseok set the food down on the table in front of us and sat down, grabbing pieces of food with a pair of chopsticks and feeding me. The loving gesture almost made me sob. After he deemed I was fed well, he wrapped his arms securely around me, holding me tight. Afraid that if he were to let go, someone would take me away from him again. "You can talk when you're ready." He whispered to me, petting my hair lovingly. I did just that. I talked and talked. Going on and on about how Hajoon would treat me, how he would yell and scream, how he would lash out than apologize afterward, promising to change. I told him how he didn't like me hanging out with my friends or visiting family. If I went out, he had to go with me. If I was on the phone, he had to know who was on the other side. If he told me he loved me, I had to say it back, or things wouldn't be pretty. "How long has this been going on?" Hoseok asked. "A couple months after we got together... It started out small, but then it spiraled. Before I knew it, I was trapped in a loveless relationship, too scared to run." I shivered as I sunk into Hoseok's arms even more.

"I'm so sorry, I should've been there," Hoseok whispered.

"It's okay Hobi, just... hold me."

"Why didn't you call me? You shouldn't have walked all the way over here."

"I knew you were practicing."

"Y/n," He breathed, "I'd drop anything for you."

"I know how important your job is to you Hobi..."

"You're more important."

Silence engulfed us again, Hoseok gently rocking me back and forth. Loving Hoseok was scary, but I wouldn't hold myself back anymore. I wouldn't dance around the issue. I couldn't deny what my heart wanted and what it wanted all along. Last time I did, Hajoon reduced me to a scrap of myself.

Hajoon would hug me, but they weren’t like Hoseok’s. Hajoon would hold me, but it wasn’t like Hoseok. Hajoon said he loved me, but he wasn’t Hoseok. He was never Hoseok. He could never be Hoseok.

"I didn't love him." I sniffled. "I never did. He wasn't the person I wanted, Hobi."

"Who did you want...?" Hoseok hesitated.

"I wanted my hope..." I choked out, tears threatening to fall again.

Hoseok held me tighter. A stray tear fell on the top of my head, telling me he needed to hear that. That single tear told me so much. He regretted not being there for me through this. He felt like it was his fault. If only he knew, things would be different. If only he told me he loved me, this would've never happened.

"Why didn't you come to me sooner?" Hoseok croaked out, sniffling.

"I was just scared of what he would to do me..." I winced.

"Did he hurt you?" Hoseok asked.

I stayed silent. He pulled away to look me in the eye, his own tears glistening under the light.

"Sunshine. Did he hurt you?" He pressed.

I couldn't resist him whenever he called me that, so I just silently nodded.

"Where?"

I showed him my wrist. The purple splotches wrapping around it reminding me of the invisible handcuffs Hajoon had me in for so long. "He's disgusting..." He scoffed, gently taking my wrist in his hands, examining the deep bruises. I unconsciously flinched, earning a look of sadness from Hoseok, more tears falling from his face. "Was this the first time?" I shook my head, causing Hoseok to take a deep breath. "Tomorrow, we'll go get your things and bring them here. I'll deal with him." I looked up at the man in front of me. Instead of his somber look, his face showed a mad one. Hoseok was always scary when mad. The aura that radiated off of him was a threatening one. "I don't want to go back there, Hobi..." I mumbled. Hoseok slowly put a hand on my cheek and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. His moves were slow and gentle, not wanting to scare me. "Don't worry, he won't be there when we go."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He'll be rotting in a cell."

"...Jail?"

"He committed a crime, Y/n," He stated.

"...Thank you Hobi. I missed you..."

"I missed you too, sunshine. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you..."

"I love you..." I squeezed him tighter.

"I love you too, sunshine."

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today-we-will-survive · 6 years ago

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meet me in the tree house

Moodboard made by @snowflakeu25

BTS au-imagine

Yoongi x Reader Y/N

fluff, romance

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: This was a request from @snowflakeu25 💜

Three knocks on his studio door.

A gruff voice, muffled by the walls enters your ears and you twist the knob and push into the room with your hip since your other hand is preoccupied carrying a shallow box of takeout containers. A boy sits in a computer chair facing a mountain of recording equipment. Speakers jut from the two corners of the ceiling. Three large monitors sit atop the mountain, an expanse of panels, keyboards, knobs and sliders filling the valley below. At the sound of you entering the room, he turns around, his mouth twitching into a quick smirk before his eyes fall to the food in your hands.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hey,” Yoongi replies spinning around fully to face the coffee table as you set the box down on its surface.

“Working hard?” you ask and take a seat on the leather couch that sits adjacent to him.

Yoongi stretches, arching his back and raising his arms in the air with a groan. “Always,” he says. “Chinese?”

“You know it.”

The two of you are quiet for a while as you work at getting all of the take out containers open and onto the coffee table. Then you pass him a pair of chopsticks before taking your own pair and grabbing the closest container. You’ve watched Yoongi become a big time producer, his songs winning award after award. You’ve seen him on tv, standing on stages, making speeches, wearing designer clothes and being adored by people that don’t know him.

Yet every Wednesday, you come to Bighit, the security guard giving you a smile and a nod of recognition and you take the elevator up to the fourth floor, carrying take out, walk down that hallway lined with albums that have gone gold and platinum before reaching the studio. And there you find him, in his baggy sweats and baggy shirt, sometimes a beanie to keep his hair out of his eyes and he’d turn and greet you with that same tired smile. He’s never treated you different. He’s never let the fame get to him. Probably because he knows how far of a fall it would be back to the bottom where he started if he were to let it all go to his head.

You moved to the city not long after Yoongi got the job at Bighit. The two of you have been best friends since you were in fourth grade, when he moved into the house next door to yours. He had a tree house in his backyard that you had been eying for a while and when his mom had forced him to come over and ask you to play, you’d been ecstatic to finally be able to see the inside of it. It was as cool as you’d thought it would be, and that was where you’d spend a lot of late nights during the summer.

As you got older, the tree house transformed from a playhouse to a safe house. If your parents were fighting or lashing out at you, you’d send a quick text to him asking him to meet you there. And by the time you climbed up the rope ladder, the hatch would already be open and Yoongi would be waiting for you, his ears open to listen or his arms open to hold you, whichever you needed. Usually, it was both.

Once he moved away after college, there wasn’t much left for you in your small town, so you followed him, getting a job in the city and hanging out whenever he was free. Which wasn’t as often lately.

“So what have you been working on?” you ask before shoving a piece of orange chicken into your mouth.

Yoongi perks up, swallowing his mouthful of food before spinning to face his desk again. “Tell me what you think of this. Then with a couple clicks of his mouse and a press of a button on one of his keyboards, the room fills with music.

You close your eyes so you’re not distracted by anything and listen to the steady rhythm as it builds. After a few measures, Yoongi’s familiar voice starts in, delivering the deep lyrics he’s become so well-known for. You can feel the smile spreading your mouth as you listen, your head automatically bobbing to the beat. You’re really enjoying the song when suddenly it cuts off and you open your eyes to find Yoongi looking at you, his hand poised on his keyboard. You frown.

“What did you stop it for?”

“I just wanted to give you a sneak peek. You can’t hear the whole song until the mixtape is done.”

“Mixtape?” you ask as your smile returns.

Yoongi smiles back and looks down at his hands shyly. “By the way, I’m making a mixtape.

You let out an excited squeal, reaching out to hit his arm over and over, his smile growing bigger with every hit. “Are you serious?” you finally ask when he’s rolled out of your reach. “You’ve been wanting to do a mixtape forever!”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’ve finally gotten some time to work on it so I’ve been kind of messing around, writing some stuff.”

You pick up the container of pork fried rice, poking at it as you shake your head. “I’m really excited for you, Yoongi. It’s going to be amazing.”

“I hope.”

“It will be,” you say. “You’re crazy talented.”

Just then you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket and when you reach for it and look at the screen, you can’t help but smile. The room is silent as you type a response to the message you received.

“Who has the audacity to interrupt our Wednesday night dinner?” Yoongi asks jokingly as he wheels back over and swipes a container off of the coffee table.

You send the message and set your phone onto the table before taking another bite of rice. “Just a guy I’ve been talking to,” you say. “Sorry.”

Yoongi blinks, obviously caught off guard by your response. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I didn’t know you were talking to someone.”

“Yeah,” you say with a shy smile. “I met him at a party last weekend and, I don’t know. We got to talking and now we’ve been texting each other a bit.”

Yoonig lets out a grunt, suddenly very interested in the container he’s holding.

“I don’t know,” you say again. “I think I’m finally in a place to start wanting to date again…you know, after everything that happened with—”

“Y/N,” Yoongi says cutting you off. “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about him. I’m glad you’re able to move on now. I’m happy for you.”

You tilt your head as you study your best friend. His words sound genuine but the sentiment doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. “Thanks,” you utter. You hear your phone vibrate against the coffee table and you watch as Yoongi’s gaze falls to it for a split second before focusing back on poking his chopstick into his food.

Y/N: So Chinese again tonight or something different?

Yoongi: Ive got a lot of work to do tonight. I dont think I can hang out.

Y/N: Oh ok. See u next week then?

Yoongi: Sure.

Y/N: Hey, did u want to go out tonight instead of me bringing something? Theres a new ramen place I wanted to try.

Yoongi: cant hang out tonight. Busy.

Y/N: …ok. Next week then? I miss u.

Yoongi: Sure.

Y/N: ok. Im kidnapping u tmrrw night. I kno u dont rlly like going anywhere on Wednesday nights since u hav to work but we havnt hung out in like 3 weeks and I want to take u to see this new horror movie with me. And I kno that telling u Im kidnapping u kind of negates the whole “kidnapping” thing but I kno u dont like surprises.

Yoongi: cant.

Y/N:…really?

Yoongi: Sorry. I have to work.

Y/N: man…ur working a lot lately, arnt u?

Yoongi: its my job, Y/N. Maybe next week.

Y/N: Next week Im going to be back home to visit some family.

Yoongi: oh ok.

Y/N: Whatever, Yoongi. If u dont want to hang out anymor, just say it.

Y/N: Or dont. Whatever.

Yoongi: hey

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: I know ur mad at me but please respond.

Yoongi: Y/N I was just being an idiot.

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: Please talk to me.

Yoongi: look, I kno ur reading my texts and I kno u probably wont respond but if u end up seeing this, please meet me in the tree house in like twenty minutes. Alright? Thats where Ill be. I need to talk to u.

“The tree house?” you utter as you re-read his last text. As in the one at his parent’s house? The one that’s over an hour away from the city the two of you live in now?

You’re at a family dinner at the moment but you’ve all already eaten and now your parents are just talking to your aunt and uncle and though you’re a bit reluctant to actually meet up with Yoongi (since you’re still pretty pissed at him for ditching you for the past three weeks) he’s the perfect excuse for you to duck out early. And you do just that, saying goodnight to your extended family before telling your parents that you have to run but you’ll see them back at home later. Then you head out before anyone can argue.

It’s about a thirty minute drive from the restaurant back to your house. You can’t even bring yourself to pretend to feel bad for making him wait those ten extra minutes wondering if you’re even going to show up. It serves him right. The two of you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and have been doing Wednesday night dinner together ever since he got the job at Bighit. After all this, he decides he’s too busy to hang out? He’s never been too busy. Has the fame finally gotten to his head?

A terrible thought occurs to you as you pull into the driveway at your childhood home. What if he wants to meet you to break things off? To tell you that he doesn’t have time for friends anymore. That you shouldn’t come around anymore because it’s interfering with his work. That he’s outgrown you.

With an angry jerk of the stick shift, you jam your car into park and turn off the engine, yanking the key out. You can already feel yourself getting worked up as you slam the door and stomp across the yard to Yoongi’s house. When you get through the gate and enter the backyard, your eyes trail up to the tree house where it resides in the tall maple in the middle of the lawn. The sun is almost all the way set and the sky is already turning a medium shade of blue. It’s getting dark fast and you can see golden light filtering out of the windows in the tree house. He’s there. Good.

You take a deep breath then make your way up the rope ladder. This was a lot easier when you were younger, and smaller, and you can’t help but wonder how much longer this rope will even hold. With that thought, you scurry up the last few rungs, hoping the whole time that it won’t snap on you. Then, when you poke your head up through the hole, your eyes fall on Yoongi.

He’s laying on his back, hands on his stomach and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. At the sound of your arrival, he turns his head, his gaze locking with yours.

He sits up quickly. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

You back away from the hole in the floor until your spine rests against the wall. “I wasn’t going to but it was an excuse to duck out of dinner early.” You cross your arms. “What are you even doing here, Yoongi?”

Your best friend gets to his feet. “I wanted to talk to you about…everything.”

“Well?”

Yoongi sighs, bringing up a hand to scratch behind his ear. A nervous tick you’ve always thought was a bit endearing. “I guess I just got kind of…jealous.”

Um…

You stand there against the wall blinking for several seconds, not really sure if you heard him right. “Jealous,” you finally say. Yoongi nods. Your brow furrows and you let out a humorless laugh. “I’m sorry, Mr. Big-shot producer, what the heck would you be jealous of?”

As if on cue, your phone chimes in your pocket and Yoongi’s eyes fall to the outline of it against your thigh. You’ve still been talking to that other guy from several weeks ago and now it kind of dawns on you, just what Yoongi is jealous of. The two of you lock eyes again.

“Yoongi…”

The apples of his cheeks dust a light pink, contrasting against his pale mint hair and he shifts on his feet. “No, it’s stupid. I shouldn’t have been like that. Not when I’ve never even told you how I feel. I just wanted you to meet me here so I could tell you that I’m sorry and I want to keep doing our Wednesday night thing and you can text that guy all you want. And I know you don’t need my permission but I’m just letting you know that I won’t be a jerk about this. And I won’t start acting all weird. Date him. Marry him. I’ll still be your best friend as long as you want me to be. And if you don’t, I understand that too because what kind of person freezes their best friend out over another guy? You’re more important to me than that and…Y/N?”

His words finally trail off when he looks up and realizes you’ve been standing there gaping at him the whole time. Your heart is in your stomach and your breaths have become shallow. Are you having a panic attack? Here? In Yoongi’s tree house? In front of Yoongi?

“Y/N?” he asks again.

“What did you say?” you utter.

“What?”

“What did you say?” you ask louder. “Just now. What did you say?”

Yoongi fumbles with his hands for a second, running his fingers through his hair and switching his weight to his other foot again. “Uh…that you’re my best friend?”

“Before that.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Before that.”

“I was being stupid?”

“After that.”

Yoongi bites his bottom lip, the pink in his cheeks becoming darker. “…that I haven’t told you how I feel?”

“Yeah,” you say. “How do you feel, Yoongi?”

“I feel like…” he takes a tentative step toward you, keeping his eyes locked on yours even as the blush spreads down to his neck. “…like I’ve been in love with my best friend for the past five years.” He takes another step toward you. The tree house isn’t very big so even after just these two steps, there’s only about a foot of space between you now. “How do you feel, Y/N?” he asks, his voice much lower than it was before. You peer up at him, heat creeping up your own neck to settle on your cheeks.

“I…uh…I—” your phone chimes in your pocket again and Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath. “Give me two seconds,” you whisper then pull your phone out of your pocket with trembling fingers and check the screen. Yoongi leans in a bit to peek too. “It’s my mom,” you say and you hear him chuckle under his breath. “She wants to know if I want them to pick up ice cream on their way back.”

“Do you?” he asks leaning in more, his dark eyes now drilling into yours. You’d back up if you could but you’re already pressed against the wall.

“Do I what?” you ask him.

He hesitates for just a moment, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “Want ice cream?”

You both know that’s not the question he’s really asking and for a split second, your eyes dart down to his lips. You pull your own into your mouth as you try to conjure up the words. You’re already a flustered mess with this boy so close to you, looking at you the way he is, his body heat radiating across the small space between you.

��Of course I want ice cream. I frikin’ love ice cream.”

The tension in the small space seems to burst as Yoongi falls forward, his head landing on your shoulder and laughter bubbling up out of him. You can’t help but laugh too as you feel his shoulders shake against yours and then he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to keep either of you from tumbling to the floor. The room is filled with your giggling and tears have sprung to your eyes and finally, once the muscles in both of your stomachs are good and sore, he lifts his head back up.

The laughter dies down as the two of you lock eyes again. You watch with bated breath as he reaches up to brush the hair back from your forehead, his fingers sliding down the side of your face and lingering on your jaw. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he utters.

You don’t even hesitate to nod before he closes the small gap, his lips moulding to yours along with the rest of his body. His one hand tightens on your waist and the other slides to the back of your neck and then he’s tilting his head to kiss you deeper. Of course, then your phone chimes AGAIN causing him to jump back with a small gasp.

“Sorry,” you mumble, your head swimming as you look down at your phone still in your hand. You look back up at Yoongi again. “Flavor?”

Yoongi stands there breathing hard for a second, staring at you as he processes your question. His tongue flicks out of his mouth for just a second. “Chocolate,” he finally says breathlessly.

You type the word as fast as you can, getting frustrated when you keep screwing up, before hitting send and dropping your phone onto the rug. Then you reach out to grasp Yoongi by the shoulders, pulling him to you once again.

“Just listen to this one,” Yoongi says as he pulls you back down into his lap.

The computer chair creaks under the weight of the two of you and you grip the arms to keep from toppling over. “Yoongi, I have to go. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

“Just this last one,” he says and slides the headphones back onto your ears. You’ve tried taking them off for the last five songs but every time you do, he wants you to listen to just one more. This is the last one, I promise.

“Yoongi, you’re really making me seem like a jerk of a girlfriend that doesn’t want to listen to your music.”

“But you do want to listen to my music, right?”

You smile and reach up to touch your palm to his cheek. “Of course, I do,” you say. Yoongi’s mouth lifts into a gummy smile as he nuzzles your hand. “You know I’m your biggest fan.”

“I know,” he says with a contented sigh.

He’s too perfect for his own good. So talented and so soft lately. Yoongi has always been more on the reserved side. Never cold but a bit closed off, even to you. But ever since the two of you talked—if you can even call it that—in the tree house, everything has changed. He’s revealed a different side of himself to you. A softer side. A happier side. You can hear it in his music, too. How happy he’s become.

“Alright,” you say. “Just one more.”

Yoongi claps excitedly before pressing a button on his keyboard and then settling back in under you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek against your arm. He loves watching your expression as you listen to his music. Loves seeing how it affects you, loves seeing the uncensored reaction. He knows you’ll always be honest with him, because you want him to give his best. Besides his colleagues, you’re the only one who’s opinion he trusts.

As you listen, Yoongi starts playing with your fingers, pressing the pads of his own against yours so you mirror his movements, and then when he glances at the screen and sees that the song is almost over, he slides his fingers through the gaps between yours and locks your hand in his. You knew he wouldn’t let you go after this song.

You shake your head until the headphones slip from your ears. “Yoongi,” you say.

“Just one more,” he says quickly and releases one of your hands to pull the headphones back up.

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shesawriter39049 · 6 years ago

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“PRIVATE SESSIONS” BTS OT7 (M) MULTI MEMBER ONE SHOT SERIES

INTRODUCTION- “BANGTAN X Y/N”

- (There is still a lil smut in this as well as smut and kinks are discussed, But this is also the backstory because the other installments just jump right into it.. )

Part 1..AKA the first “Private Session” will pick up where this ends with Y/N X “___” see if you can guess which member it is by end of this. It’s 4k all of the instalments will be around 3K..pretty much straight to the point..smut with a a mini backstory/scenario...each member will get there own….

P.S - I wrote this intro a month or ago and forgot about it..if you guys want part 1 that will come early Feb!

INTRO -BANGTAN X Y/N -1/16/19

PART 1- UP

“Oh my god…yes..” Your cry wasn’t even audible as you pressed your face into the glass, nails clawing at his clothed thighs, surprised you actually didn’t rip a hole straight through ..as pure pleasure rang through your ears feeling yourself drip down your thighs. The firm grip he held around your neck, almost knocking the wind out of you as he rolled his hips into you.. deeper..teeth grazing the skin beneath your neck “Louder..” The command coming out in the form of a growl coursed through your veins as his opposite hand connected to your clit almost making your knees buckle. You were already so swollen and beyond sensitive as the wind nipped against your skin..blowing your hair away from your neck..cooling over the heat that was streaming down your body..”I said..LOUDER..let everybody hear you..let everyone know how good I’m fucking you, and how wet, your pussy gets for me..fuck baby your so wet..”

Let’s rewind a little shall we?

If someone would’ve told you 6 months ago you’d be on a balcony in Tokyo… at 1am with “____”’s hand around your throat..while your face was pressed against a glass window,a good oh I don’t know…20 stories up….you’d think they were high as fuck. I mean for good reason, don’t get me wrong…you were attractive..clearly..that’s why the boys ended up with your number. But you weren’t an idol…some famous youtuber ..or an IG model..you were just Y/N a 24 year old Real estate agent from Chicago.That somehow fell down the black hole that is BTS..you told yourself you were too old to be a fangirl again…but clearly that didn’t last long. You won a contest through IHEARTRADIO to attend a private showcase with the boys. There was barley 100 fans there..an opportunity to attend a show THAT intimate with a band of this caliber was almost unheard of. There was also a separate drawing for 10 fans to get a 10 minute meet and greet, to talk and take pictures…well you went last and your meet and greet actually lasted almost a half hour. The boys clicked with you instantly. The main thing they loved was the fact that you able to just dick around with them like they were normal guys. On top of the fact that even though they didn’t admit it initially..they found you so inticising.The perfect combination of all the things they weren’t use to in the bubble they lived in and that sealed the deal! By the end of the meet and greet Namjoon had your number..not holding your breath he’d even ever use it…well little did you know that would open the door to a million possibilities. All thanks to a group chat that was created and used regularly “Bangtan X Y/N” the conversations were not typically long and sometimes they made no damn sense..sending random memes back and forth..Tae sending pics of clothes he wanted to buy…Kookie sending you weird ass shit he finds in tourist shops.. Hell sometimes you’d even ask them advice on guys or what to wear on a date. At times you may only talk once a week..and it may take each member more time than others to respond but they always did and you guys actually created a genuine friendship…Believe it or not…the conversations also NEVER turned sexual up until this point.

You slowly but surely earned their trust, after talking to you for a while they realized you weren’t looking for anything from them. You never pried for personal information…asked for free tickets..sneak peeks of music, the rare occasions you’d meet them, they’d offer to pay and you’d be ready to damn near cut their balls off. You let them decided what they did or didn’t wanna share, weather that be what they ate for lunch, or how completely exhausted and stressed they were, the ball was always in there court. More importantly you didn’t walk on eggshells with them nor did you ever hold your tongue because of who they were and they loved that. It just felt honest…due to their busy schedule and you just having your own damn life, within this 6 month period..you’d only seen them 2 times.The meet and greet in the summer..and about 2 months after that when they went to New York…the boys have been begging you to come back out but you just couldn’t find the time. This has probably been your busiest, but most successful year as an agent but due to you just getting to the point where you were making steady money and had some cushion in the bank..you didn’t have a assistant yet so you were doing it all yourself.

Financially it would kind of be a waste of money to travel overseas unless you could stay at least 2 weeks! Your pride wouldn’t let them cover your flight…lord knows they offered…instead you just settled for them smothering you in all the wine and sushi your heart desired. Finally deciding in January, you’d go see your Bangtan boys.. now here you are almost 4 months later in Tokyo..

The boys were about to start the last leg of the tour in about 10 days…just wanting a break..they rented out a pretty nice penthouse suite at the Ritz Carlton Tokyo for a couple days. Setting up a studio space so they could throw around some ideas for there new project..in a more laxed atmosphere. To be honest you were kind of playing the whole thing by ear, you had a couple friends that lived abroad. As far as the boys were concerned, besides just hanging out in their suite, they wanted you to at least attended one show before you left! They were also determined to find a way to get you backstage at a couple events they had coming up without Bighit busting a nut..but you weren’t holding your breath on that one. Honestly you weren’t too concerned though, you had other things to do outside of seeing the boys anyway. Already going into this with the understanding that for one they’re still pretty busy, so whatever time you got you wouldn’t complain..and two this wasn’t LA things had to be done hella low key over here. Which is why you were treating this as moreso a vacation which you desperately needed and they were just a bonus. Your plan was to stay at your hotel for 3 days..then crash with friends….you actually only bought your ticket to Tokyo…not really sure where you’d end up by the end of it! Perks to being an agent is you were your own boss, you made your own schedule. Actually just closing a deal before leaving so once that check cleared that covered next months bills.So in all honesty you weren’t sure when you’d be back in the states. I mean shit, you’ve been busting your ass for the past 2 years trying to get to this point you deserve a break too!

It was about 8 at night, you landed a couple hours prior but jetlag knocked you flat on your ass, you were staying in the same hotel just about 8 floors down.Your body was slowly starting to stir naturally, but the extra push came from the fact that you fell asleep with your headphones in ..and Taehyung was calling you.The sudden blast against your ear drums almost making you roll off the bed completely before you realized what was happening. Clicking the answer button not even waiting for you to say hello “We literally ordered you every piece of sushi on the menu, you should probably get your ass up here before Kookie eats it all, I can only hold him off for so long!” The base… in this man’s voice, holyshit…it was rare you guys talked on the phone, due to you being on completely opposite time schedules the majority of the time. To be honest..hearing him..remembering he was so close almost made you nervous. Which threw you off initially, because in all honesty by now you typically felt very comfortable when you talked to them. But, again let’s get real..this was still BTS regardless of how down to earth they are…that still doesn’t change the aura they have! I think because you guys were always texting from so far away it almost made you feel like this was all a fantasy..I mean it’s been months… now they were literally upstairs waiting for you.

You couldn’t help but let out a snort as you rubbed your eyes,vision still foggy “Such a baby ..” your tone slightly groggy due to just waking up “Aww,I told you she was probably sleeping good job Tae!” You knew that was Jimin, his voice was a little softer..he just always sounds so…I don’t know..relaxed? You couldn’t help but smile always such a sweetheart! But before you could even say anything...“Well I mean in his defense it’s like 8 at night…sooo…” You also knew that sarcastic growl anywhere “Fuck you Yoongi…” the clap back came instant with zero hesitation or thought behind it. The two of you had a very love hate relationship. Of course it was playful but you two gave each other shit 24/7. You heard them all erupt in laughter almost in unison..and the smile on your face stretched even wider. “Okay but forreal, my tolerance for food is non existent..and this foods already been here about 5 minutes you got another 60 seconds before I start eating without you!” There he was..the world’s favorite brat..-”Ignore him babe, he’s not touching a damn thing until you get up here..” It was slightly muffled..I think he was kinda far away but you already knew who it was..too…Hoseok and Namjoon were the only ones who called you by a pet name, had since they met you. You felt your face get hot, almost forgetting how good that sounds in person “Thank you Hobi..alright give me like 5 minutes..someone text me the room number..hey wait..where’s Jonnie and Jin!?” It almost felt like you could feel his laugh the rumble…sat so low…you already knew he was probably sitting there looking boyfriend as fuck with those deep ass dimples “I’m here princes..Jin’s asleep..he’s not feeling so good. I’ll text you the room number..take your time..” - “Don’t listen to him..I’m hungry!”- “Oh my god Kookie shut up! She just said she’s coming! Your not gonna die!” It was clear Namjoon was about done with Jungkook for the night, his tone was as dry as can be “You don’t know that..then YOU’D have to explain to ARMY what happened” You couldn’t help but scoff at how dramatic this boy was..but also you were damn near in tears from listening to them bicker back in fourth. “God forbid you die of starvation..alright Kookie, I’ll be there in a minute..bye guys!”

Sitting on the edge of the bed trying to contemplate what to do…not wanting to overdo it because they knew you just woke up but I mean come on…you couldn’t look like you just woke up either! Throwing on a pair of high waisted leggings, they were comfy and you know they made your ass look good, and a loose black cropped cut up band tee. Running some tinted brow gel though your brows, a orangey bronzer on your cheeks for blush, and some gloss,being oh so thankful for lash extensions. You looked wayyy more put together than you really were.. putting your hair in high ponytail, pulling out a couple pieces around your face. A couple spritz of perfume and you were out the door, taking in a couple slow breaths before knocking on there door. Shaking off any nerves that were suddenly moving up your throat. “You got this girl…you got this..” giving yourself a well needed pep talk before letting your knuckles meet the door. You instantly heard the commotion from there room and it didn’t take long for you to hear the door unlatch. Letting out one more deep exhale, before you faced whoever was behind it. Once the door opened you knew you were done, Namjoon’s eyes met yours, you watched them crinkle as he smiled down at you..those dimples!! THOSE DIMPLES!! And he looked good, they all looked and smelled so good…no makeup..skin glowing..looking boyfriend as fuck. The jeans,sweatpants..backwards snapbacks..foreheads exposed there were foreheads…foreheads everywhere! This was just a lot for one person to take in, you low key were feelin kinda attacked and I don’t blame you! ! Feeling like you almost had to squeez your thighs together as you walked in the room..…Once you entered you were greeted by warm smiles and even warmer hugs, each of their individual scent hitting your nose as they pulled you into there frame. Each touch was different, the embrace..how long it lingered, to be honest you almost could predict how it would go. The way each member hugged you almost reflected the way they interacted with you via text.

About a hour went by..you found yourself on the couch sandwiched between Hoseok and Jimin, legs rested on Jimin’s lap while you guys ate sushi and drunk wine. Jimin’s hand casually resting on your thigh as he ate, yes..Park Jimin….had his hand.. On. Your .Thigh. What is life right now?? Not to mention the boys not knowing what personal space is, and just being total sweethearts, there was certain foods that you obviously aren’t familiar with. Not only did they explain it but they fed it to you..like the way you see them feed each other in Vlives….yeah. I don’t think you’d ever get the visual of Kim Taehyung putting a piece of sushi in your mouth, then licking the left over eel sauce off his finger..out of your head..

All of the nervous energy you felt on your way up here was completely gone, it was crazy how comfortable you felt around them! The conversation was pretty random and all over the place, just like your group chat. The boys more so wanting to hear about how you’ve been, they were very fascinated in your line of work, especially Yoongi and Hoseok. Once you finished eating the room fell silent..which you didn’t mind until you noticed the mischievous smirk on Jungkook’s face. While Namjoon passed out tiramisu for dessert. “Kookie..what the holy hell is that face!?” Kicking up your brow in curiously while Yoongi randomly erupted in laughter, the tone alone was suspect.. and at this point you had to know what was up. Your eyes shot to Taehyung’s, because you knew he’d cave! Letting out a slow huff before setting his plate down. You could tell he wanted to smile though so it couldn’t be that bad right? “Wellll…” purposely being an ass and dragging it out knowing damn well you were dying over there “WELL!?” your tone?…yeah..not so chill…smacking the pillow that was currently in your lap. At this point you guys were almost 2 bottles deep so your patience was nonexistent..“Well she’s not very patient..” Yoongi teased with a smirk, as he licked his lips and suddenly the pillow that was on your lap was flying halfway across the room “Alright,alright I’ll tell you just don’t throw anything at me next….So last night..Kook kinda sorta found your tumblr….” The words came out slow, as his tongue teased the corner of his lip, his eyes tracing yours carefully waiting to see how you’d respond. The room was dead silent at first, and well to be fair you didn’t see the big deal, it was a mix of makeup fashion, sex and BTS. Your eyes scanned the room with a slight shrug “Oohhkayyy..” You let your words drag out making it very clear that you were obviously missing the punchline…”Right..but like..we were bored… so we went…kindaaaaa far back…” Hoseok glanced down at you as he stuffed his face, and then my friend…there it was…your eyes went wide in pure terror once it clicked. “Oh fuckkkkk” I think you actually wheezed and curled into a ball..have you ever seen a rollie pollie curl up into a ball? Well yeah that was you!

See…back in the day your BTS content had no chill, not only did you reblog smut but your tags..were on a whole nother level! Everything from Jimin’s thick neck,, to wanting Taehyung to tie you up with his Gucci headband,and do whatever the fuck he wanted, sitting on Jimin’s face, having Hoseok fuck you in front of a mirror, Yoongi’s tongue game, Namjoons daddy kink, Junkooks sub switch! Yeah girl you were ugh..mortified to say the least. “Oh fuck me!!” This time It almost came out as a screech as your face fell into Hoseok’s lap, and they all cackled so loud it was unreal. You felt him massage your shoulder trying to put you at ease..but there was no way..no way… “Oh don’t worry I screenshot some of my favorites..serious question..please explain to me the sexual attraction to Jimin’s.. In your words “ Thick ass neck..daddy yassssssss” Yoongi breathed out, the emphies on the “Yasss” had you limp to say the least…at least the boys found this hilarious because all you could hear in the background was cackling while you felt like you were dying! “Wait one more time Yoongi?” Hoseok breathed out with a snort and you lightly nipped at his thigh with your teeth..causing him to make a noise that you damn sure weren’t ready for, because you felt that shit in more places than one. “Yassssssssssss” Yoongi breathed out one more time in a high pitched tone. All you could do was flick him off..not even able to raise our head at this point! You felt Jimin start to rub your thigh, his way of letting you know you were fine. It was clear the post from the past couple months, since you’ve met them..they haven’t been as..intense. Probably because now that you know them..it made it kinda weird..but at the end of the day you were a fangirl..that’s how you guys met and they were on YOUR tumblr! So once you got over the initial shock…meh it is what it is!

Taehyung crawled over to you, taking your face in his hands, trying to make you look up at him . Pressing his forehead to yours..and now you really weren’t going to open your eyes. “I’m not moving until you look at me …hey..do I need to go get my Gucci headband ?” His tone was playful, it was clear he just wanted to make sure you were good….but to be honest the threat sounds more like a sinful tease. His voice barely above a whisper,breath hitting your skin, a mixture of white wine and coffee from the tiramisu.His hands felt so soft against your skin it was unreal, you fluttered your eyes open, and he smiled back at you…”There’s our girl!” Pulling back from you, rocking back on the floor. No matter how embarrassed you were..hearing him say that..”Our girl..”..had you feeling..of course at ease but also slightly turned on? Yet you couldn’t help but whine as you readjusted our ponytail your face felt like it was on fire…”Why does everyone think I have a mirror kink? I mean it’s true but what about me says that?” Hoseok’s brows furrowed, in confusion as he licked the whipped cream off his fork.. In which a scoff left your lips without even realizing “Ghee I don’t know maybe because your a dancer and spend a lot of time in a studio..and I mean as a dancer your a perfectionist..so in theory you like to watch yourself..hmm..I knew that was spot on!” Glancing over at him, voice playfully flirtatious,, but the look this man gave you in return..you just…no you weren’t ready for it. It was like he went from being Jhope to Jay, tongue slowly sliding against his plump bottom lip. As a smirk moved up his face, before causally returning his glance to the pastry on his plate. It was like he knew he knocked the wind outta you for a moment, and that alone was enough for him to be content just knowing he could if he wanted too. It just hit you how turned on you suddenly were…as sassy as you could be you loved a man that was dominant…and you already knew this man was dom AF I mean come on “Well it didn’t take long for her sassy ass to shake off acting shy and embarrassed..Yo..Jimin..man are-are you taking pictures of your neck!? “Yoongi’s face was priceless as he leaned up from his chair, trying to get a better look and you could help but snort, whipping your head around to see for yourself . All he did was shrug nonchalant..no shame…”Actually I’m looking at it in my camera…ya know I never realized it but I actually do have a really nice neck” Nodding in approval at his own reflection, as he should because the boy was fine…. “Wooowww…Jin would be proud…” Namjoon just rolled his eyes as he let his glance meet yours “Where just giving you a hard time honestly..we’ve seen wayyy crazier, its normal and at the end of the day..it comes with the territory. Part of being a idol is being a fantasy. I mean shit it’s part of why they don’t like us to date..nothing’s changed on our end so I really hope your not like freaking out about this…” His whole delivery was warm, and even though the atmosphere made you feel at ease and you kinda already knew they were just giving you shit, but it still felt good to hear him say it!

You smiled back at him, almost getting lost for a moment as he held your gaze in the palm of his hands…”Also I mean this all seems pretty spot on..especially you reblogging all these text post about Jungkook being a bratty sub..” Taehyung teased letting his eyes cut over to Kook’s but he did NOT seem amused, actually he was quiet this whole time. Kinda had you wondering if he was feeling uncomfortable..or upset..you weren’t sure you just knew something didn’t seem right with him. The boys seemed to just shoe it off but you didn’t like it..”So….I have a question…how do you go from I guess…having all those..”Fantasies”.. to just suddenly shutting those thoughts off? I mean granted were all friends now..so it would probably be hard for you to separate the two if the oppert-” The look on your face made Yoongi stop talking altogether “What do you mean it would be hard to seperate the two? Are you assuming women can’t just fuck for the sake of pleasure? Have you never heard of one and done…or What? Are you assuming your dicks so good that I’ll turn into a sasaeng tumblr and not be able to be your friend anymore?” Cocking your head to the side as you kicked your brow up..voice dripping in sass..and you heard all the other boys let out a snort. You personally weren’t able to catch all there reactions but let’s just say even though they didn’t expect you to say that they were impressed that you did. The fact that you didn’t seem like you were intimated by the sudden change of pace as far as the conversation was concerned, but hey..you’re all adults right? Clearly your statement caught Yoongi off guard as he as actually speechless. His eyes were challenging you though …that’s for damn sure,it felt like his eyes were fucking you right there..head leaning to the side slightly, his gaze becoming more of a smolder..you started a fire with this one. Letting his tongue dance along his bottom lip as his finger..traced the rim of his glass. Clearing his throat before responding “Well I mean from these post it seems like your more curious as to what my tongue can do as opposed to my dick but hey..” Leaning back slightly your face clearly reflecting that you were a little taken aback, but also impressed by his response..because again none of you ever had these types of conversations together before . I mean let’s get real they’re grown ass man but of course this isn’t a side of the boys the world got to see. IDOL world is completely different, more…tamed I guess you could say. They don’t talk about sex and girls the way some American artist can so freely, so this was brand new territory and you loved it.. ..His tone was so coy and laxed that all you could do was nod in agreeance the look on your face said “Touche” Not sure if it was the liquid courage or if this was just the way they were behind closed doors but you had no complaints. There was something really sexy, knowing that it appears some of the fantsities you as fans think the boys are into might be true. The fact that they can be one way to world..and completely different behind closed doors had your skin on fire. I mean of course you see hints of it on stage and let your mind wander else were but fuck..it’s a whole other experience hearing it first hand, your panties were done for at this point.

You watched the other boys go completely wide eyed at Yoongi’s comment…not surprised but surprised he took it there. Especially Namjoon as he glanced back at him “Oh please don’t even start bra master “ sticking out your tongue playfully as you successfully made him cringe at the reference .Out of habit,the conversation started breaking out in their native tongue briefly before they caught themselves. Switching back to English seamlessly so you didn’t feel awkward… “Hyung I still Believe you just said that out loud! Damn I guess you’re officially the 8th member of BTS, because we don’t talk like this around anybody..but each other..” Jimin’s eyes met yours smiling up at him, feeling pretty damn, good because one that means they were genuinely comfortable with you, and two, I mean fuck what girl wouldn’t love to talk kink fantasys with the people there actually about. Especially because they kinda seem to be into it, I mean shit if that’s not something, to get yourself off to at night then I don’t know what is! Yet, through all this you couldn’t help but still glance back over at Jungkook . He was just so removed while the rest of you were having a ball, and that’s just not like him! “Hey I think I’m gonna go lay down..I just got really tired for some reason….” His eyes met Namjoons before he excused himself…”Night Kookie…” glancing over at him because it was clear he want going to speak..”Night…” Scrunching in your nose at how dry that response was ….

You 10:30pm : Okay…what the fucks your deal????

PART 1

BTW- I will also note this in part 1, as well as it’s kinda discussed at the end of part 1. These “Sessions” will not be rushed..in my mind this spans the last couple months of tour so Jan-April. Y/N gets to Tokyo Jan 1st btw, in all honesty in the two week period of her vacation I will probably only have her hook up with 2 of the guys and put a break in between for the others. It will be reference at the end of part 1 “If any other situations come up naturally in the future..and you choose to indulge, that’s completely up to you, but that dose NOT affect our dynamic”

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kpopboysreact · 6 years ago

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Ghost - a Min Yoongi Scenario Pt. 1

Read Part 0 here And check out my masterlist! ❤️ Words: 2,609

Note before reading: R1 is an app that allows rappers who either never made it or never tried put their material out there. Yoongi’s had a profile for years. He doesn’t write much, but he follows a lot of users he claims are hidden gems. Most of his writings are raps responding to WAV3’s music, your music. The app is fairly stigmatised, as a lot of underground rappers use it to criticise society and speak ugly truths. Also, I italicise internal dialogue if you haven’t seen it before 😘

Preface

His eyes burned as he frantically scrolled on his phone, desperate for an answer. Not this one. Yoongi sighed and left the tab, searching for another. Don't these people have lives? The jarring pound on his studio door jolted Yoongi out of his mesmerised state. He didn't answer, rubbing his eyes and returning to his phone. He heard the lock click and the door push open, but pretended he didn't. “Hyung.” Namjoon approached, looking over Yoongi’s shoulder. “R1?” He squinted to read the tiny words on the phone better. “Why are you on R1?” Yoongi looked up idly. “So many people claiming to be WAV3′s ghostwriter. It’s bullshit.” “Do you really think the ghostwriter would reveal themselves, though?” “Well if they do, it'll be on R1.” Yoongi found another, a profile promising to be WAV3′s ghostwriter. He read some of their work and scoffed. “Bullshit.”

Earlier

“What does this mean for me?” You asked your CEO, fear in your tone. It’s not like any of you wanted the world to find out about WAV3′s ghostwriter. Just some disgruntled ex-employee had the nerve to out your company’s biggest secret. “You’ll keep writing.” He replied, as though it were obvious. You sighed in relief, thankful to still have a job. “But I expect you to continue to keep your identity a secret.” Your chest tightened. “Is there really a point for that anymore, though?” “Everyone is talking about this scandal. Do you know how good that’s been for WAV3′s music on the charts?” You could hear a subtle hint of annoyance in his response. “...I see.” You mumbled. “Thank you.” “Keep up the good work, y/n.” He stated flatly. You could picture the fake, toothy smile on his face you’ve grown all too used to, and hung up. May was resting in the other room, so rather than yelling out your frustrations, you sat on the cold, tile floor of the bathroom, letting the sink run quietly so you didn't face the anonymity of silence. Rather, you faced the anonymity of identity. You pulled your knees against your chest and thought. Sure, the house was comfortable, safe. Sure, the food was good, nutritious. But the bags under your eyes weighed your whole body down. The cracks adorning your knuckles stung and bled from the constant busking. Maybe, just maybe, you could make enough money to one day leave this place, reclaim your life as your own, and finally tell your story to the world as you; not some ghost writer. Maybe...but not today. Today, you were just another one of the 7 billion people in the world, nameless. Your phone buzzed. You hated that expensive piece of metal. All the money you made from the extra busking went to buying it. A necessity, your CEO needed to keep in touch with you. It would've been nice if he felt the need to pay for it, too. Disheartenedly, you checked the notification. Couldn’t he let me have five seconds to myself? Your CEO wanted you in now to show him new material. Back to work.

Yoongi didn't bother to get up this time. He'd fallen yet again during rehearsal, but not during the same part of the song as the time before...or the time before that. “Yah, what’s with you today?” Jin poked Yoongi’s side as he stood, glaring back at his hung. “I’m distracted.” “Let’s take a break, okay? Good job, guys.” The boys all bowed to their leader and filed out of the practice room one by one to get water, all except for Yoongi. Namjoon waited until everyone left before speaking again. “Are you okay?” “Hungry.” Yoongi mumbled. “We can go eat later. Maybe once you've made it through one dance without tripping, stumbling, or falling out of synch with the rest of us. Yoongi locked his jaw. “I understand you're upset, hung. But this shouldn't be affecting you so harshly.” “You don't know a thing.” Yoongi spat back. “Maybe I don't. But I do know that you're okay. You're not hurt. Your life is going on just fine. It’s just an anonymous writer!” “Just an...” Yoongi chuckled, thinking back to the journal that he used to covet. The journal of you. Though destroyed, the thought of it brought him peace. The thought of you, the you that put raw emotion into your music. No, he didn't know you. But he knew you. And he felt like you knew him, too. “Just an anonymous writer. Right. Sorry. Let’s get back to rehearsing.”

Present

You sat in the lobby playing on your phone looks like it’s actually good for something and waited. You were getting more used to this treatment, sadly. When you’d first joined the company, you were treated like a precious diamond. Now…it’s as if the diamond never transitioned from the coal. It was kind of frustrating hearing people come by, check in at the front desk, and be helped right away. But hey, it’s not like you had anywhere to be. You looked up from your phone and nodded your head in a quick but polite bow at the man sitting down next to you. He did the same, and smiled. You returned back to your phone, but were distracted by him addressing you a few minutes later.

“Busy day today, yeah?”

“It always is in this industry.” “Yeah.” More time passed before he continued speaking. “What do you do here?” “I work in PR.” You replied. That was the lie your CEO had decided on for you, should you run into a situation that required one. “You?” You looked over the man, assuming he was a trainee or something from his looks.

“I actually don’t work here, I’m part of another company.”

“Oh!” You turned off your phone, now curious. I’ve missed having a genuine human conversation about something other than my damned company. “Which company?” “A small one called BigHit.” BigHit…that sounded familiar. “Oh shoot…” Now that he mentioned it, he kind of looks familiar, too… “Are you a member of BTS?” “Yeah! You’re a fan?” “I uh-my friend is. Could I get you to sign something? Sorry! I know you probably don’t want to, just she-“ “I wouldn’t mind at all. What’s your friend’s name?”

“Mina…” You rummaged through your bag, thankfully finding a receipt from one thing or another, and handed it to him. He took a pen from the table in front of you and you watched as he wrote a little message with neat handwriting. “RM?” You questioned, looking at how he finished the signature. “What does that stand for?” “Real Me.” “Real Me…then, who is the real you?” Namjoon chuckled. “I don’t really know how to answer that question. If you listen to my music, maybe you’ll find out.” “I feel the same way.” Namjoon looked at you, a little puzzled. “Oh, I write music sometimes, too.” “You do?” He smiled and you noticed his dimples. Wow he’s cute.

“Only sometimes. Nothing ever really good.”

“Aw come on, I doubt that.” “No really, you’d be shocked.” Namjoon chuckled. “Do you have an R1 profile?” “Yeah…but it’s really not good.” “Well maybe I could check you out? Maybe that would help me see the real you.” You felt yourself blush and just hoped it wasn’t obvious. “I guess…” Namjoon handed you his phone and you pulled up the R1 app…and couldn’t help but let out a faint gasp seeing his recent search results. “Is everything okay?” “Y-yeah, fine…you’re interested in WAV3’s ghostwriter?”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m here, actually. One of my members is a little obsessed with finding out his, her, or their identity. It’s affecting his work and, as his leader, it’s my responsibility to help him out. I was hoping to have a word with someone who could let me know the identity of their ghostwriter.” “They wouldn’t do that.” You responded quickly, a little sharp.

“Oh?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?” “That’s…one of our company’s biggest secrets. I don’t even know who the ghostwriter is.” That came out pretty smoothly. Maybe I don’t know the ‘real me’ after all.

“Well there’s no harm in asking.”

“Do you like WAV3’s music?” You couldn’t help yourself from a little prodding as you pulled up your R1 profile on Namjoon’s phone.

“I love it. I was disappointed when I found out they have a ghostwriter, too. I expected more from them. But life has its ups and downs.”

“Just gotta keep it real.” You added.

“Exactly.” He smiled at you as he took back his phone. “Do you mind if I read through some of your stuff now? Something tells me I’ll be waiting here a while.” “With a request like talking to someone who can tell you the identity of our ghostwriter, I’m sure a while is an understatement.” Again with that cute dimple smile as he turned to his phone and opened your first tab.

“That was…” You turned to look at him as he began to speak after a few minutes. “Was it okay?”

“I loved it.” Your phone buzzed. Checking it, you saw you had a new R1 follower.

“Do you do the rapping yourself?” “Oh, haha, no…just do the writing.” “You should give rapping a try. There’s so much passion in your writing, I’m sure you’d be able to project that in your voice.” “Thank you…I’m more of a behind-the-scenes person, though.” “I get that. But, I do really think you should go somewhere with this.” “Maybe…” “Y/N ssi, come on.” One of the assistants to the CEO called you up. “I gotta go…” “Okay. Before you go, since I gave you an autograph, could you give me one?” “Really?” “If you wouldn’t mind.” You smiled and took the paper he handed you from his bag, along with the same pen from before. “Oh, and um…” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe you could put your number on it, too. Just in case.” “I-In case of what?” “Well um…” He laughed. “In case I like you.” You smiled in return, somehow managing to stay composed on the outside whereas on the inside you were freaking out. It was a little embarrassing having to check your phone to see what your phone number was, but it’s not like you needed it much. You felt the assistant’s eyes burning a hole into your back as you finished your little autograph and handed it back to Namjoon. “I’ll see you later.” He called to you as you left. “Is that a promise?” You boldly called back, and left to the sight of his dimpled smile. Namjoon settled back into this chair and entered your number into his phone, remembering your name from when the assistant called you. “Y/N…cute.”

“How did it go?” Jin asked Namjoon when he returned to the dorms.

“How we expected it would.” Jungkook let out a disappointed sigh. “Now what are we going to do?”

“Youaren’t going to do anything. I’ll keep an eye on Yoongi. You guys just have to pretend that everything’s completely normal, and it will be.” The present members nodded and Namjoon walked up to Yoongi’s room, knocking quietly. “Hyung? Are you asleep?” “No.” A tired voice said from the other side. Namjoon entered. “How are you?” “Dumb question.”

Namjoon walked up to where his grumpy hyung was sitting on his bed and held out a hand. “Your phone?” Yoongi handed it over without question. “There’s this R1 user I think you’ll like.” “You told me to stay off R1.” “Only because you were using it obsessively to find that ghostwriter. There are still things to appreciate, you know.” “No. No, I don’t know. Everything’s fake.” “Everything isn’t fake, hyung. It’s just-“ “You’re wrong. Those lyrics were me. They were my everything. And they still are.” “It’s not like the lyrics are what’s bad! It’s just a ghostwriter.” “No. It’s just the world showing that it’s always fake. That there’s nothing to really believe in.” “Well, I met this writer myself, so I can assure you they’re the real deal, not some ghost.” Yoongi huffed and took his phone back. “Life has its ups and downs. You just…gotta keep it real.” Namjoon smiled. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now.” Yoongi lightly punched Namjoon’s arm. “I’ll check out this writer. They’re good?” “Amazing. I really think they’ll help you out of this rut.” “Okay. Thanks.” Yoongi managed a slight smile as Namjoon left the room, and he turned to his phone, pulled up to the page of the R1 writer. He looked at it for a few seconds, before opening your first song.

Namjoon left Yoongi’s room, hopeful. Even a little confident! That confidence drained when he remembered he had your number saved in his phone, and that you’d probably be expecting him to text you some time soon.

He entered his room and plopped down on his bed, taking out his phone and pulling up your contact, feeling his face get a little hot as he tapped the text icon. You shouldn’t be getting this nervous. “Hey, it’s RM. You can call me Namjoon, if you want.” That seemed fine. He hit send and waited…delighting in the fact that it didn’t take long for you to respond. “Hey! Thanks :) is that the real you, then? Namjoon?” “You tell me…have you listened to any BTS music yet?” oh shit oh shit I hope that wasn’t rude…

“Yep! I went on a binge about an hour ago. You guys are really good~” “I know, right?” “A shame you’re not popular.” He smiled at your snarky response. “Well, at least we’ve got some fans.” “And what if I sold one of them your phone number?” “Lol, have fun with the entire five dollars you’d make from that.”

A knock on his door followed by Yoongi entering distracted Namjoon from his conversation with you. “I guess you can come in.” “They’re good. That writer you showed me.” “I know, right?” “No, like, really good. Where did you say you met them?” Ummmmmm…“Just on the bus. I noticed R1 open on her phone and asked about it. She showed me some of her writing and I thought you would like it.” “Did she recognize you?” “Kind of. She knew who BTS is but she didn’t know me by my stage name, and she said she only just listened to our music like an hour ago.”

“Wait…you’re talking to her?” “Oh, um, yeah.” Yoongi was silent for a little bit. “Are you into her or something?” “What?! No way. Just wanted it in case.” “In case of what?” I should’ve thought of an answer to that by now. “Writing advice.” “…Yeah, okay.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Can I have it?” “Have what?” “Her number. Keep up.” “Why do you want her number?” Yoongi smirked. “Same as you. Writing advice, right?” “Well, I’d have to ask if she’s okay with that.” “She’s fine with it.” Yoongi took Namjoon’s phone out of his hands before he could react and screenshotted your contact, then sent it to himself. “Thanks.” He said and tossed Namjoon his phone back. Namjoon sighed while shaking his head, and quickly texted you to inform you of Yoongi now having your number.

Now back in his room, Yoongi pulled up his messages on his laptop and his contacts on his phone, entering your number slowly and carefully; sure to not make a mistake. He was about to save it, when he realised, I don’t even know her name…

He tapped the name box and entered the only thing that came to mind: “Ghost?”

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Promises :: Park Jimin :: 4

Beautiful photo credit to @/gowthared

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word count: 4.8 K

Warning: ANGST

Happy New Years! I hope everyone had a fantastic start to the year. And thank you everyone for your continual support and love! I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

The gloominess from the storm lingered. Without the natural sunlight I didn’t wake up until late afternoon when housekeeping started knocking on the door. Despite paying for the room for the next few days I find myself compelled by the encouraging words from the boys to return home.

Tae Tae: PLEASE come back home ;__;

Tae Tae: We shouldn’t suffer because of Jimin ahh

Kookie :D : Yeah! We don’t deserve to suffer because of idiot hyung!

Namjoonie: We understand how hard it must be for you. That’s the only reason we couldn’t bring ourselves to tell you.

Namjoonie: The least we can do is to support you every step of the way, so please come back home.

Jin ♥ : You shouldn’t be sad alone, let us be there for you. :(

Jin ♥ : What happened between you and Jimin hurts us too. We don’t want to lose you.

Suga cookie: It’s true.

Suga cookie: We don’t even like her.

Suga cookie: Like at all.

The Sun: Ahhh don’t be so mean Yoongi!

Tae Tae: But he’s not wrong, Soo Young is terrible.

Kookie :D : Some may even call her a BITCHHHH

Jin ♥ : Aish, language!!!!!!

Kookie :D : I’m only repeating what I heard from you guys.

The Sun: LOLLL

The Sun: You’re a bad influence Jin

Suga cookie: You literally called her that yesterday night too lol

The Sun: I covered Jungkook’s ears

Namjoonie: It doesn’t help if you’re so loud that the entire building heard you.

Tae Tae: GUYS

Tae Tae: [Y/N], please just come home!

Kookie :D : Please :( don’t make your bunny sad

I groan tossing around on the lumpy mattress. There was no way I could ignore all their pleas and go back to sleep – at least not peacefully. After moping for a good twenty minutes I drag myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to get presentable to make an important stop before heading for the dorms.

Knock

The door whips open before my knuckle could meet the wooden surface for the third time.

“I’m so glad!” Hoseok sighs as he gathers me up in his strong arms.

A little taken aback but nonetheless I quickly wrap my arms around him to reciprocate the embrace. I pull away from Hoseok to only be hugged by the rest of the boys. After giving them each a hug I plop down on the couch preparing myself for the impending bombard of questions where I’m obligated to lie to keep them from worrying.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jin asks first.

I nod with a faintest of smiles, “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” Taehyung presses with a small pout.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I say with a slow nod.

“We want you to stay. But we understand if that’s too much to ask of you,” Namjoon explains.

Yoongi sighs, “Especially with Soo Young coming to visit practically everyday.”

I nod in understanding as I fiddle with the helm of my sweater. I didn’t realize that Jimin and her would be so close already, I really wonder how long they have been seeing each other before Jimin decided to break it off with me. So I asked, even though I knew it wouldn’t do anything but cause the aching in my heart to grow.

“When did they meet?”

They collectively glance at each other to see who was to break the news to me. The gazes all settle onto Namjoon who sighs and takes on his leadership role that he grew so well into over the years.

“About a month ago, I’m sorry.”

‘And none of you thought it was a good idea to tell me?’ Was what I wanted to say but what came out was a meek “I see.” I could’ve blamed them but what good was that. They didn’t have any intention of hurting me and knowing them like they were my own brothers I knew they tried to talk to Jimin. And in the end everything came down to his decision and it came down that they were brothers more so than I was apart of their makeshift family. There shouldn’t be any hard feelings.

I take a deep breath, “Where did they meet?”

I look at Namjoon who squeezes his eyes shut, so I looked over to Yoongi. He holds my gaze for a moment before he answers with a sigh, “She’s a new trainee at Bighit. We were told to welcome them into the company and for some reason they clicked or whatever. She started to ask Jimin to help with dance practice.”

My words catch in my throat causing my voice to waver, “I see.”

Hoseok clicks his tongue and slams his fist against wall where he stood, “Maybe if I’ve been more insistent that I helped her with dance this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Hey, hey, this isn’t your fault,” I coo as I motion for him to come closer, “It was meant to be so it would’ve happened regardless of the situation. Besides, I’m sure you were busy helping out Namjoon with his dance,” I giggle patting Hoseok’s hand.

Namjoon groans causing the others to laugh out loudly where I found myself joining in.

“I honestly have no hard feelings with you guys or Jimin, I love you guys. And Jimin didn’t cheat on me. He broke things off before starting anew so given time I’m sure we will be friends again,” I explain with a genuine smile.

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief as he throws his head back against the couch’s headrest, “Oh thank god! So you aren’t going to cut us out of your life.”

I laugh at his remark, “I honestly don’t think I could even if I wanted to with you blowing up my phone every minute of the day.”

Taehyung excitedly sits up from his seat beside Jungkook, “Oh! Does that mean you are going to stay with us?”

I dampen my chapped lips with my tongue before announcing the news, “I actually came here to tell everyone that I’m moving out.”

A collective round of gasps and “what” fills the room before I could apologize to them for the sudden and clearly upsetting news.

“(Y/N) noona…”

Jungkook was visibly the most upset. But by the blank expressions plastered on everyone’s faces I knew I hurt them deeply by my selfish decision. But sometimes you just need to care for yourself and let yourself heal before you could help others. That’s what I needed to do. I couldn’t be the dependable anchor I was for them if I couldn’t take care of myself. So my priority was to heal myself first before I could dive back into their world and to be apart of it again. I just need sometime.

“Where are you moving to?” Yoongi finally asks.

I watch his face carefully. The stoic façade he held up faltered when I gave him the answer to his question, “Gwanak.”

“That’s so far from Gangnam,” Namjoon immediately states.

“I’m moving closer to school,” I shrug.

Jungkook dismisses Namjoon’s concern and addresses his own, “You’ll still come to movie night, right?”

I take a quick glance at everyone’s face frozen with anticipation, “Yeah sure,” I shrug in defeat, “Only if you guys help me pack!”

With the help of six pairs of hands we ended up packing all of my belongings in about an hour. I wipe the imaginary dust off my hands on my pants as I watch Jin and Taehyung carry the last cardboard box to the living room. Just in time for the door to swing open by an overly enthusiastic cherry blossom haired Jimin.

“Guys! Guess who’s moving in with us?” He exclaims throwing up his hands in the air.

“Oh yay is it Soo Young?” Yoongi cheers flatly but his blank face says otherwise.

“It’s me!” The said girl giggles, popping through the door to quickly latch onto Jimin’s bicep.

“Oh yay,” Hoseok deadpans. He turns around to flash everyone a ‘yikes’ expression where he pulls his chin close to his neck forming the world’s best triple chin action there was.

“Uhhh…did you ask Bang PD-nim about this?” Namjoon inquires calmly but the fear in his eyes were evident as day.

Jimin blinks and shakes his head, “Nope, but there shouldn’t be an issue seeing that he allowed (Y/N) to stay with us.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes with a loud dramatic sigh, “That’s different because we all knew (Y/N) for years before she moved in. Have you ever thought to ask us if we even want your new girlfriend to move in with us?”

At Jungkook’s valid yet a little harsh reasoning it causes Jimin to grow defensive. His usually soft expression was not present as his eyebrows knit together and a scowl pulls on the corners of his plump lips.

Jimin cocks his head up as if he was challenging the younger male, “Do you have a problem with Soo Young moving in?”

“Yeah actually I do, so what are you going to do now huh?” Jungkook challenges back as he takes a step towards the shorter male.

Jimin takes a step forward but was quickly pulled back by the petite girl who was latched to his arm, “Jiminnie…why does everyone hate me,” she pouts.

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he leans on the backrest of the couch. We all silently watch Jimin console his new girlfriend. She sniffles and snuggles into Jimin’s arms as he flashes us all with a death glare, “Why can’t you guys just be happy for me? I’m finally happy and this is how you treat the love of my life? Seriously.”

Jimin pauses in his splurge of anger when Soo Young leans up to whisper in his ears. That’s when he finally turns his attention to me, “And why are you still here? Didn’t I tell you to move out already? Jeez.”

I blink a few times at the sudden attack, “Oh. Yeah!” I pat for my pockets to locate my phone. Taking out the device I see the new notification on the illuminated screen, “Oh praise the lord the moving truck is right outside. Everyone grab a box and let’s go I gotta get my ass out of here before Jimin loses it!” I joke as I grab the closest box and make a mad dash past Jimin and Soo Young.

Jungkook was hot on my trail with the largest box marked as “(Y/N)’s nerd books” aka my heavy ass school textbooks that worth more than my life. Shortly after the rest of the boys minus Jimin grab a box and follow me outside to where the large moving truck parked. I was honestly having doubts of moving when I saw all the boxes piled up in the living room where once sweet memories were held from the countless movie nights were held – home to all the cuddles and laughs.

I pull my lower lip between my teeth, “I guess this is good bye?” I ask shuffling my weight from foot to foot.

“I think you mean ‘see you soon’ don’t forget your promise to come to movie night on Friday,” Yoongi says with a smug smile.

“Aish, I never promised!” I groan crossing my arms over my chest.

Jin shakes his head clicking his tongue, “You youngsters nowadays, so sneaky. You’re breaking my heart, along with my back because god knows I didn’t just carry your box of nerd books down a flight of stairs for free.”

“Don’t take the credit hyung! I carried her nerd books!” Jungkook interjects slapping the older male, earning him a loud dramatic gasp.

I laugh shaking my head, “I’ll see everyone on Friday, I promise.”

Friday comes faster than I wished.

Kookie :D : WEWWW MOVIE NIGHT!

Kookie :D : Noona you’re still coming yeah?

[Y/N]: Yessir

Tae Tae: YAY! You can pick the movie tonight!

The Sun: WOW

The Sun: Where is the consent? It’s my turn to choose this time!!! TT

The Sun: THE BETRAYAL

[Y/N]: LOL. I was thinking we could watch a horror!

The Sun: Wow

The Sun: You’re actually evil

[Y/N]: Just like the thing that lives under your bed… :)

Tae Tae: LOL!

The Sun: Moving out changed you!!

The Sun: By the way how’s your new place?

[Y/N]: Pretty nice and cozy! Thanks for asking!

[Y/N]: I’m gonna finish unpacking now. See you guys tonight!

Kookie :D : See you noona!

Tae Tae: See ya!

The Sun: See you sooooon

Pretty nice and cozy was an understatement.

The “new” place was actually quite old and “cozy” was more like cramped. My new home was no more than 200 square feet, but I was lucky enough to live here than to be stuck in a goshiwon. The boys have been rather supportive and offered to pay for my living expenses since I was a full time student with a shitty part time job at a small café but they already did so much for me. I never paid rent until now in my life and I feel like I should take full responsibility and be independent. I flop onto the yellow couch with some questionable stains that the old tenant left behind. I absentmindedly pick at the debris of a brownish tint thinking of chocolate before it registered in my brain that this could’ve easily been someone’s bloodily…stuff. I cringed and went to wash my hands under hot water. I felt pretty miserable but I couldn’t allow the boys to worry over me regarding such a petty issue. I guess I wasn’t used to living quietly alone. And I think that bothered me more than the small dirty living conditions – I simply hate being lonely.

So I guess that made me feel more excited to go meet with the boys. However, they never specified if Jimin would be there. But once the door cracks open to their brightly lit dorm it answered all my questions. Yes Jimin was indeed there and of course so was Soo Young because she lives there now. I barely heard Jin’s excited ramblings as he held the door for me to enter their warm home, all I could focus on was Jimin’s dishevelled blush locks and the purple bruises running up along his neck to his exposed shoulder as he confidently sports a lose white t-shirt. I couldn’t help but to grow upset over this, I know I had no reason to be upset because we weren’t together anymore so whatever he does is none of my business, but it still hurts nonetheless. It hurts even more when his gaze meets mine and he gives me a small smile with no lace of hostility present. And I honestly preferred Jimin’s cold shoulder than him acting like his soft usual self because it just reminds me of how much I miss him.

I dig my nails into my aching palms to calm down my racing heart as I stand frozen watching him wrap his arm around Soo Young’s slim shoulders. She laughs at something Taehyung says as she playfully reaches out to slap him gently on his chest.

“Oh [Y/N]’s here!” Jungkook exclaims as he rounds the corner from the kitchen with an enormous bowl of popcorn.

He hastily passes the bowl to Yoongi who walks by conveniently empty handed except for a fluffy pillow between his armpit. Despite the famous Yoongi eye roll he takes Jungkook’s sudden offering and carries it to the coffee table in the living room. The younger brunette runs my way to envelope me in a tight embrace, “I’m so glad that you came!”

I wrap my arms around him equally as tight to bask in his warmth. He refuses to pull away but I didn’t mind. I latch onto his waist as he casually threw an arm around my shoulder as we made our way into the living room like two peas in a pod. I manage a small smile for Soo Young who eyes me quietly with an even expression refusing to return the gesture. I awkwardly advert my attention to Hoseok who happily enters the room, “YAYYY let’s get movie night started!” he screams on the top of his lungs.

I squeeze into the snug spot between Jungkook and Namjoon on the couch. I give Namjoon a genuine grin as he places my favourite drink in my hand, “Thank you Namjoonie.”

“Oh! What’s that? I never tried it before, I want that too Jiminnie oppa,” Soo Young whines as she points a finger at the cold can between my hands. I instinctively held the beverage tighter. Living with seven males does something to you regarding being territorial over food.

“Ah…we usually only buy one of those because only [Y/N] drinks that. Sorry jagi, I’ll get some more next time for you okay?” Jimin coos running a hand through her long silky black locks.

Even with his soft warm hands coaxing her as he explained Soo Young puffs out her cheeks with a pout adorning her plump lips, “Fine…”

Even though my inners were screaming “VICTORY! That’s right I get to keep my drink because it’s rightfully mine! HAHAHA!” I also felt the nagging in my brain that I should be the bigger person and give her the beverage. The sweet ice cold beverage...

I shake my head to rid of the selfish thought. I hold the can out towards Soo Young as I force the corners of my lips to pull upwards without looking constipated with annoyance, “Here, it’s really good you should have it since you’ve never tried it.”

A quiet, “Oh shit [Y/N] is sharing her food” announced amidst the silence. I cock a brow as I shake the drink slightly and without missing a beat Soo Young snatches the can out of my hand, “Thanks,” she mumbles.

She cracks open the can and takes a sip, “Yuck! I don’t like it,” she coughs as she quickly places the can to Jimin, “Can you pass me a coke instead?”

Is she fucking kidding me?

I resist the urge to roll my eyes so I cleared my throat instead to supress the itchy feeling I had in my eye. Jimin notices and sends me an apologetic smile which I return forcibly.

“Anyways,” Hoseok clasps his hands together, “It’s your turn to choose the movie!” he exclaims passing me the controller to surf through Netflix.

“Thanks Hobi.”

I grab the controller and scroll through the enormous selection of movies and shows before finally settling on an animated comedy. Before I could even load the film a meek voice speaks up, “Um…shouldn’t I be the one to pick the movie? After all it’s my first movie night!” Soo Young giggles as she gives me a soft smile.

“Oh that’s true,” Jimin pipes in as he also looks at me.

My voice catches in my throat as my hands suddenly grow clammy around the plastic controller, “I – I…yeah! You’re right, sorry.” I stumble over my words pathetically as I pass the controller over to her. I lean back into the couch and I wished I disappeared between the cushions, when was I ever this timid?

Was it because I felt like I was the intruder among the group and not Soo Young?

I quietly watch the titles of movies fly across the screen as she searches for a movie that fits her taste. She finally settles on a romance film, which was literally the last thing I wanted to watch since I got dumped this week. And not only that, but by the boy sitting adjacent from me with his arm curled around his new boo. I might’ve also been extra salty since she wasted my favourite drink and took my right as movie picker of the week. So this all piled together to create a very unhappy me. And pathetically, I almost burst out in tears at her next few words.

“I think a romantic movie is fitting since me and Jimin are finally together!” She exclaims happily as she pulls Jimin in for a kiss. The figure of ‘exclaim’ was being generous as she was practically bragging about this whole over deal in my face.

I didn’t realize that I zoned out until I jumped a little at the coolness that suddenly manifested in my hands. My eyes drift down to see a can of coke and up to see Jungkook with a soft bunny smile, “We can watch Zootopia together another time, okay?”

“Okay,” I smile with a light giggle.

Jungkook always knew how to make me feel better. He pulls me tightly to his side as he leans back with a bag of chips on his lap. He pulls out a chip and violently shoves it into my closed mouth causing the poor crisp to crumble into billions of pieces. I snorted as I playfully elbowed him in the gut.

Taehyung dims the lights before sitting down beside Jimin, leaving Hoseok to have the honor to sit beside Soo Young. I barely could focus on the illuminated screen as I hear whispers and giggles erupting from Jimin.

“Jagi…not here,” he whines softly, but not soft enough. I glance over to see Hoseok get up from his spot to migrate onto the floor by Yoongi’s feet. Ignoring the curiosity I train my eyes onto the television.

“Jagi~” Jimin moans.

I could feel the rest of the boys shift uncomfortably as they try their best to not give the new couple their attention, because firstly it’s awkward, and second it’s just disrespectful. But I couldn’t find the shits to give as I glance without a shame towards the two of them. I watch Jimin squirm about as he pushes against Soo Young’s hand underneath his shirt. Even though he lamely attempts to stop her curious hands the bashful smile on his face says otherwise. I was taken aback as Soo Young’s eyes suddenly meets mine. A dark glint flashes over her glossy brown hues as she leans into Jimin’s body to press a kiss against the supple skin of his Adam’s apple. I quickly look back onto the magically interesting scene on the television where the man on the screen brews a cup of coffee. I couldn’t help but to feel antsy in my skin so I shift my weight on the couch every few minutes causing a distressing groan to echo from the leather as it makes contact with my butt. I’m not sure if it was the squeaks from my butt, or the intimate sounds that pushed Yoongi over the edge but he finally speaks up.

“Honestly, if you guys are going to do that can you please just excuse yourselves and go to your room?”

I swallow thickly as I watch Yoongi cast his dark eyes over to Jimin and Soo Young where the shy boy in response lowers his head so that his hair covers his eyes from embarrassment. Soo Young stays silent as Jimin stutters out a quick apology where he promises that there won’t be any more funny business for the rest of the night.

He thankfully stays true to his promise and manages to keep Soo Young’s hands to herself as we quietly finish the movie.

I squint as Taeyhyung switches the lights back on. With a yawn and a satisfying stretch I jump up from the couch to help clean up. I glance at the glowing yellow digits on the microwave that read 12:05 AM as I walk into the kitchen with an armful of stacked bowls that rattled with leftover kernels.

“Ah I think I should get going,” I sigh.

Namjoon furrows his brows, “Oh crap, isn’t it going to take you well over an hour to get back home?”

“Yup,” I say popping the ‘p’ at the end, “It’ll give me enough time to get over that shitty ending of the movie. I can’t believe they didn’t end up together,” I laugh.

“I think the last bus just left,” Hoseok explains, “Besides don’t worry about it. Yoongi says he’s going to drop you off anyway.”

I shake my head quickly, “I’ll be fine you guys! Besides it’s late.”

This causes Hoseok to roll his eyes – he’s been spending way too much time with Yoongi, “Which explains why you shouldn’t be bussing home. At night. By yourself.”

“YAHHH,” I laugh, “I’ll be fine jeez!”

“Maybe you should stay the night,” a soft voice suggests.

I turn away from the sink to see Jimin.

“Um,” I lick my lips before politely declining his offer, “Thanks I really appreciate it but that won’t be necessary...” I trail off watching a furious Soo Young storm into the kitchen.

“Did you just offer her to stay the night?” she asks clicking her tongue with crossed arms over her chest, “You still love her, don’t you?”

Her tone of voice suggests it as more of an angry statement than a question but I didn’t dwell on it for long as the situation got more saucy with Jimin’s response.

“No of course not!”

There it was.

“Don’t worry, I only love you Soo Young,” Jimin explains desperately.

Soo Young shakes her head as tears fill her eyes causing Jimin to distress even more than he already was. She sobs loudly causing the rest of the members to crowd into the kitchen, “Then why is she always here? Tell me. I don’t want to be here if she’s here!”

Whether they were crocodile tears or not Jimin was pressed over them and quickly threw out any concerns he had for me two seconds ago out the window. He swallows before speaking quietly, “Sorry [Y/N], I don’t think you should come over anymore.”

Before I could respond with a quick ‘okay’ the boys start to speak over each other to address how ridiculous Soo Young was being. All maturity the group showed towards Jimin’s girlfriend tonight was forgotten as they started calling her out on her dictatorial antics. Which only caused Jimin to grow even more upset as Soo Young started crying even harder.

I catch Jimin’s soft brown orbs as I give him a nod and a soft smile. I turn to quietly leave the chaos of the kitchen but not before quietly mouthing an apology to him, “Sorry.”

Surprisingly amidst the warzone Jimin also manages to shy away from the mess to trail after me. But he stays silent as I shimmy into my coat my boots. I open my palms to him and gesture for him to speak, which he doesn’t and that only grows the frustration I felt for him.

I push out a deep sigh, “What is it Jimin?”

“I…” he stutters before lowering his head towards the ground, “I’m sorry.”

I shrug lowering my head as well, “It’s…okay,” I mumble quietly.

“I hurt you, and that’s not okay! Why don’t you hate me? You haven’t screamed or hit me once – do something! Why don’t you care?” Jimin says raising his voice with each sentence he rambles out.

I blink in confusion, “I – guess I always just expected this to happen sooner or later,” I shrug before continuing, “And I guess it just so happened to be sooner.”

Jimin scrunches up his nose in complete confusion, “What do you mean you expected this to happen?” I could hear the tint of anger laced in his tone, “You really think that lowly of me?”

A soft giggle escapes my lips and I shake my head, “I expected us to end, because look at me. How could someone like you stay with someone like me?”

He groans tugging at his messy pink locks, “What do you mean ‘someone like you and someone like me’?” he cries out in frustration.

“When you asked me to be your girlfriend I was prepared for this to happen. You deserve the best Jimin, you deserve to be with an idol. Not some…I don’t know…Plain Jane like me, okay? I love you, I really do. But I’m not going to fight just to hold you back because you deserve the best Jimin, and I can’t provide that for you.”

Jimin’s jaw goes slack a few times before he musters up a meek reply, “Aren’t you sad?”

I ignore the deep resonation from my chest and put up a smile for him, “Jimin, are you happy?”

He scrunches up his features and cocks his head in confusion at my sudden question, “Yes? I guess…why?”

“My happiness lies with yours,” I truthfully state with an affirmative nod.

No longer being able to hold in his frustration he outwardly groans, “What does that even mean?”

I let out a small dry chuckle, “It means that I just want the best for you,” I explain turning around to face the door, “Good night Jimin.”

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THREE’S A CROWD {part 7 of RAP LINE LOVE}

Yoongi and Namjoon continued to ask you questions about every little thing. You tried your best to answer them, but it had been years since you worked on any piece of composition, so you felt completely out of your element.

Namjoon seemed to notice this and asked to take a break. Let me get you something to drink. He said with a smile, you nodded gently and Namjoon left the room. Yoongi looked at the door then at you, you saw a nervousness in his gaze.

You okay? You asked him as he nodded quickly and took a gulp from his water bottle.

Yea, yea, I must be tired, that’s all. He responded quickly as he sat down next to you on the couch. You turned towards him, he looked a bit surprised at how close the two of you were. So how have you been enjoying studio time? He asked as he moved a little closer. You were both completely comfortable and a bit surprised at his want to get closer to you.

It’s okay. I just have forgotten so much about music, I guess. You told him how you had been feeling the entire time. You know I used to study music and it was an amazing outlet for me, but things happened with my family and it became so much more difficult to compose anything that made me feel joy. I simply would make sad song after sad song. I finally gave it all up as a way to find closure. You told him more than you intended as you continued to ramble on about your rather uneasy past. He nodded and listened intently.

I felt that way too when I was younger. When I first was signed with BigHit I never thought I would debut, I didn’t think I had the look and I really wasn’t skilled enough. I could kind of rap, but my lyrics needed a lot of work and I thought I was destined to work as a producer or even just some coordinator. I really didn’t feel like I belonged and I was so far from home. Yoongi poured his heart out as you felt yourself move closer to him. You were sitting right next to each other and Yoongi looked you right in the eyes. Without realizing the two of you were leaning forward, when suddenly the door opened.

You jumped back out of surprise and were met with two sets of eyes. Namjoon looked angrily from you to Yoongi and then at Hobi who stood in the doorway.

Hey, Y/N! Hobi exclaimed and held up snacks. I brought treeeeeats! He smiled from ear to ear and you couldn’t help but feel a giggle bubble up. Yoongi stood up from the couch and rolled his eyes at the younger member.

What are you doing here, Hobi? And how do you know Y/N? Yoongi’s questioning came off a bit colder than he had intended, but he didn’t want to correct himself. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood almost blocking Hobi from seeing you.

We met at the fan meet the other day. Hobi stated simply and shrugged his shoulders. An exasperated sigh came from Namjoon’s lips. All three of them had done the same thing and you were stuck in the middle. It wasn’t like you asked for it, but now that you saw the annoyance on each other guys’ faces as they looked at one another, you almost wished you hadn’t gone to the meet up at all. Yoongi sat down at the computer and put on his headphones, you could hear a beat blaring through and he zoned you out completely. He went into his own world and it hurt that just a moment ago you and him had been having a moment that was now completely forgotten. Namjoon handed you the water bottle, but when you said a quiet thank you, he didn’t even make eye contact, just nodded and sat next to Yoongi, slipping on his own headphones and drowning out the awkward scene with music. Finally, Hobi came over and sat right next to you, holding up the snacks with a big smile, he seemed completely excited to be there with you, but all of a sudden you weren’t feeling too excited to be there.

The air was thick and the tension seemed to be stale within the room. Hobi chattered on about how silly of a coincidence it was and how the two guys were in their own world, but you just felt uncomfortable. You began to gather your things and looked around the room for your bag.

I think I’m going to head out. It’s getting late anyway and I don’t want to miss the last train. You continued to gather up everything and throw on your jacket. Hobi looked at you with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Okay, do you want me to walk you to the station? He asked eagerly, but you gently shook your head.

No, no. It’s not worth the trouble. I can get home just fine. You smiled and gave the two other boys a light tap on the shoulder. Yoongi looked up at you and you gave him a little wave. Namjoon barely looked up and just gave a small wave back, while Yoongi took off his headphones.

Do you need someone to walk you to the train? He asked simply, but Hobi answered before you could.

She said she was fine, hyung. But you weren’t listening. Hobi crossed his arms over his chest and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

Alright, well hey, can you at least text me when you get home? Yoongi’s eyes seemed to plead at you as you gave a small nod. Turning around, you gave a slight bow to the group of boys and left the studio.

Yoongi nervously grabbed his phone right after you left and anxiously flipped it in his hands. Hobi noticed and became defensive.

I’m her bias, you know? Yoongi looked at Hobi as Hobi huffed out in frustration. She probably doesn’t think of you as anything more than some guy. Yoongi shook his head. The two of them were too old to be having this kind of fight and he knew that Hobi didn’t mean any of it, he was just falling for you.

Shouldn’t you be more worried than about her getting home? Do you know how much danger should could be in by herself on the street? I wanted so badly to go with her, not just ask her once and take her word. Yoongi retorted and the younger member fell quiet. Namjoon took off his headphones and threw a hand through his hair.

I feel like an asshole. The genius mumbled as Yoongi looked over at him.

As you should! You treated her like shit because you were mad at Hobi. Yoongi almost yelled as Namjoon put his head in his hands.

Shut up! I’m already beating myself up enough. Namjoon said as he continued to look down at the ground. He was never good at expressing himself in those kinds of moments and felt like a complete jerk when you left after seeing that.

Yoongi got up and left the studio. He checked his clock. You should have made it to the train station by now, there was a large part of him that wanted to run to make sure you got there, but he was a horrible athlete. He continued to hold the phone tightly in his hand and he walked through the now empty building. He didn’t want to go back to the dorm, but he didn’t want to go to the studio either. He just wanted to be alone and think. Finding an empty dance studio, he walked in and sat down on the mats in the corner. Leaning against the wall, he thought of everything you had said to him, you had opened up about your past with music and the genuine look in your eyes as you leaned forward made Yoongi smile.

You had made the train, barely, and as you sat down to catch your breath, you looked down at your phone. No new messages. You contemplated texting your friends, but you also just wanted to have a moment to yourself. When you thought back on the night, you thought it would be full of pictures of Hobi talking, his sparkling eyes looking into yours, but instead you saw Yoongi’s face. The way he seemed to contemplative as he played with the composition, the thoughtful look he had when he told you about his time as a trainee, and all the moments he would change little part of the lyrics. You found yourself engulfed in images of Yoongi. His eyes, his smile, the way he looked so calm and collected.

As the two of you sat, almost identical with your heads rest against the walls and your hands clutching your phones, you were falling for each other.

Author’s Note: SHIIIIT I DID NOT REALIZE HOW LONG THIS PART WAS ... I am so sorry for like the novel right there lol

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