#i guess the guy is known for his teapots bow

[pseudospectre]

I finally managed to snag some fellows from @sleepnoises !!! I'm overjoyed and need to start saving my pennies for one with one of the delightful clinky faces :3 in the meantime these two will take a tour of my oddity shelves :)

[joon-ipersgirl]

O4 - “serendipity”

genre: strangers to lovers!au, angst, fluff

pairing: jimin x reader (f)

summary: they say home is where the heart is. you’re convinced yours was taken the day your father died. until you meet jimin. 

you believe in love but after watching men cycle through your mother’s arms, rocky relations with ex-boyfriends, and broken friendships, you no longer see it in your future. so much so, you never settle in one place long enough to create ties and call it home, choosing a job where you’re always on the go and on your own. 

on a chance encounter on a flight from new york city to bali, indonesia, you meet. flustered by jimin’s flirty advances but understanding and good-natured tendencies, you start to fall. what starts off as a work-trip soon blossoms into a budding romance, but will jimin’s secret destroy the relationship before it’s had the chance to truly begin?

word count: 5.5k

warnings: cursing, lots of fluff lol

a/n: part 4 wow! this is my favorite part i’ve written so far. it was a little difficult to edit but we made it. i hope you guys enjoy it. it might be a while before the next part is posted because i have to finish writing and i’ve had major writer’s block lmao, but i’ll try and update my updates page as often as i can. thank you guys for your comments and likes. as always, they are very much so appreciated. thank you to vi for listening to me rant about my stories. enjoy everyone!

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Jimin looked drained by the time his conversation was over. His hair was out of place from the numerous times he had run his fingers through it out of frustration. Even his eyes looked like they had lost their usual glimmer, instead clouded with anger and exasperation. Though you hadn’t known him for long - in fact,  you’re sure it had really only been 40 hours - you knew something was wrong from the downturn of his lips.

“Ready to go?” Jimin asked as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

“Is everything okay?” you asked as you stood and pocketed your own phone, your own happiness taking a backseat to check on him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He ran his fingers through his hair again and looked away from you. “Just some stuff back home.”

“Work stuff?” you suggested with a wry smile. He returned it.

“Yeah, work stuff,” he said with a laugh.

As you headed back in the direction of the hostel, your thoughts drifted back to Milo. Seeing his photo made your heart pound in your chest in the best and worst way possible. He still looked like your little brother, but you knew time had brought changes you weren’t around for. Though Adele said she had given him your number, it was quite possible that he wouldn’t want to speak to you, not after you left him at the worst possible time. It would be a miracle if you could fix what was broken. What you broke.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You blinked up at Jimin.

“I asked if you were hungry?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Food sounds good right now,” you replied.

“Great, because I owe you a meal anyway,” he grinned.

“Oh, you mean for not finding me breakfast at 2:30 in the morning?” you teased. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Yeah, that,” he mumbled and slipped his hand in your as he tugged you through the streets of Hong Kong.

Jimin maneuvered through the bustling crowd with ease, their chatter filling the spaces between you. The evening was still as hot as the daytime and your hair started clinging to the side of your face. You knew there was a fine sheen of sweat present on your skin; you could feel it. You passed by numerous food places, but none of them were up to Jimin’s standard. All the while, his hand never left yours. You were actually starting to like it even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

“Yeah, this looks like the spot,” Jimin commented as you stopped abruptly in front of the establishment.

Mingsu’s was a quaint little restaurant nestled between some larger chains. Four sets of plastic tables and chairs sat on the sidewalk under a clear awning. The smell of food wafted from the open front door and your stomach grumbled. Yeah, this was definitely the spot.

“Your seat m’lady.” Jimin pulled out your chair and you sat carefully in it; these were the kind that would lay you on your ass and not think twice about it.

“Why thank you, kind Sir.” You bowed your head as a lady would curtsy. He sat across from you looking like he really could be the son of a mighty Lord during the Anglo-Saxon time period come home from the hunt, his hair sticking to his forehead.

It didn’t take long for your waitress, a middle-aged woman who looked to be just as hot as you were, to come and take your order. You listened in awe again as Jimin translated your orders. To think that it would be just your luck to be stranded in a foreign country with a man who also happened to speak the native tongue. God really looked out for you here and you couldn’t be more indebted.

“So how exactly did you learn to speak Cantonese?” you asked, swirling your straw between the ice cubes in your glass full of water, the condensation sliding down the sides. Your curiosity had finally gotten the best of you.

“My dad, actually. He taught me Korean and Cantonese simultaneously,” he replied, sipping on his Coke. “It wasn’t that fun in the moment, but I guess it comes in handy every now and then.”

“Like when you’re stranded in a foreign country because your plane got fucked up?”

“More like when you want to impress a pretty girl.” He grinned as he rested his chin on his palm while he stared at you. You blushed under his gaze.

“I can only imagine how flirty Mr. Park senior is,” you said with a laugh.

“Actually, he’s not. All the traits of me you find quite insufferable -” he added air quotes around the word “- are from my mom. Dad always thought we were ganging up on him when I was a kid, but Mom and I just have the same sense of humor,” he said with a shrug.

“Your mom and you are closer then I assume?” You couldn’t fathom being close with Adele, not after all of her shit, but it was nice to hear that someone enjoyed their mother’s company.

“As close as you can be when she lives 4,242 miles away,” he chuckled. You gasped. Before you could continue your conversation, your waitress returned with your roasted pork buns, stir-fried beef and flat noodles, steamed sticky rice, and an array of side dishes. Your mouth watered at the sight and you and Jimin wasted no time tucking in.

“Wait, I thought you were a vegetarian?” you asked after swallowing. Jimin glanced up at you with a mouth full roasted pork bun like a deer in headlights.

“Not really. Well, I guess that isn’t correct. I do my part to reduce my meat intake when I’m at home, but when I’m traveling, I like to indulge a little in the local delicacies of the world,” he answered.

“And that doesn’t fuck your stomach up?” You grimaced at the thought.

“Why? Are you worried about me?”

“No, I’m worried about that cramped bathroom we have back at the hostel.” Jimin laughed. “Especially if you decide you need to -”

“I promise you Y/N, I’ll be okay. Trust me.” you continued to eye him warily as you chewed some noodles. You hoped he was right.

“Does your mom really live 4,000 miles from you?” Jimin nodded but told you to hold that thought as he called your waitress over. Throughout their brief conversation, you thought you heard the word ‘sake’ being mentioned and you panicked slightly at the thought of drinking with Jimin. You didn’t know how you would act. Hell, you weren’t sure how he would act if drunk words were sober thoughts.

“To answer your question, yes. She does. She lives in the United Kingdom. Has done for the past 11 years. We text a lot and talk on the phone whenever the time difference permits.”

“Wow, your parents must love it there!” you exclaimed, picturing the London Eye, the double-decker red buses, and Buckingham Palace. London had been on my list of places to travel for a long time, but it had never worked out.

“Mom does, Dad didn’t. He’s back home now, home being Korea. No, they aren’t divorced or separated,” Jimin said, answering your unasked question after noticing your wide eyes. “They have a long-distance relationship and fly out to see one another every couple of weeks.”

“Sounds expensive,” you muttered.

Jimin graciously accepted the teapot and two porcelain white cups your waitress brought over, somehow finding space for them in between the various plates. He poured you a full cup and pushed it in front of you, waiting for me to accept his challenge as he raised his own glass, his usual mischievous glimmer back in his eyes. You carefully picked it up and watched the wispy tendrils of steam evaporate in the air.

“Sip, don’t toss it back,” Jimin guided you. “A toast! To friendship. And to love,” he tacked on playfully. You smiled as you clinked glasses and sipped the clear rice wine. Though it looked like water, it definitely didn’t taste like it.

“And it is expensive,” Jimin continued. “But they do it because they love each other.  I guess you could call it an unconventional marriage. They realized they work a lot better apart than being in the same space. They tried to do it the traditional way, Dad convincing Mom to move back to Korea with him while she was pregnant with me and the two of them getting married. She did it for a while too until she just physically couldn’t. She loved my Dad, but she loved herself enough to be honest with him when things weren’t working and they figured it out together. Now, they’re extremely happy,” he ended with a laugh and finished the remainder of his drink.

“So you were born in Korea?”

“Yes.”

“But you live in the United States?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I just -”

“Is it because I don’t speak in accented English?”

“No!” you cried out in embarrassment. “That’s not what I meant at all!” Jimin’s unrestrained laugh rang out and it was only then that you realized he was teasing. Again. You tossed back the rest of my drink, unsure of whether your face was burning because of the alcohol or him.

“Relax, Shutterfly. I’m not offended. Dad took me to the U.S. after Mom moved back to the U.K. I lost my accent when I got to high school because you know, teenagers suck and they like to bully you when you’re different.” You nodded in complete understanding. The harsh whispers of girls older than you and with the memories of them shoving you onto the ground because you were smaller and looked like you were easy to pick on trickled down from the deep recesses of your mind. “Enough about me though,” Jimin said as he refilled your cup, “How about you? What’s your family like?”

You paused as he waited for you to answer. You toyed with how much you would say to him, how much he really deserved to know. Jimin could afford to be open with you; his family sounded normal, cool even. Your family was a little bit more fucked up than his. you sighed and pushed your fingers through your hair.

“You know, the usual. Dad’s dead, mom’s a bitch, brother hates me,” you replied, your words blending into one another as you waved off the subject with a hand. Jimin stared at you evenly as he processed what you had just said. He cleared his throat before asking if you wanted to elaborate.

“Not really, but it’s okay,” you answered.

“No, Y/N,” he placed his hand on top of mine. “If you really don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to.”

“Seriously, it’s cool. It’ll probably do me a lot of good to finally let it all out,” you said with a sigh. “My parents’ love story isn’t like yours. I mean, it kind of started off the same, but it definitely didn’t end that way.” Jimin nodded as he chewed in silence. Your own plate was now left untouched.

“So my dad named me. I was his little girl, his princess. He wasn’t from the best side of town and often got into it with a lot of the local gang members. He saw a lot of shitty stuff and so he left as soon as he turned 18. He landed in California and that’s where he met Adele. Her family had just moved there and she decided to be rebellious and hook up with my dad, acting out because she didn’t want to leave her old life behind. She ended up pregnant with me 2 years later at 18 after they ‘fell in love’,” you said, adding the air quotes around the phrase.

“Being the honorable man that he was, he decided to marry my mother and moved her to New York where he thought he could take better care of her. More job opportunities as and what not. Two years later, my brother came along and things were going pretty good, except when Adele started demanding more and more shit. Dad tried to provide, working longer hours, but it was never enough. Eventually, it was too much. He died of a heart attack when I was in high school. I was sixteen,” you finished. You didn’t look at Jimin as you drained your sake.

“Thank you for sharing that with me even though you didn’t really want to. I appreciate it,” he said solemnly. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“No, it’s fine. Only fair.”

“I don’t think fair is in this equation,” he chuckled and you laughed along with him. “Why do you think your brother hates you?” he asked after a beat.

“Because I left him,” you responded. “I left him alone and ran away from all my problems as soon as I turned 18.” Regret bubbled in your chest as you remembered purposefully ignoring the wave of text messages he sent you and carried on with your new life, focusing on your new man.

“I don’t think he hates you, Y/N.” you laughed bitterly. “Where’d you run away to?”

“California.”

“You sound a lot like your dad,” he replied with a smile. “Viva la revolución right?”

You groaned and covered your face in your hands. “Please don’t tell me you speak Spanish too.” you muttered a string of curses in the language before clamping your hands over your mouth in case he could hear and understand you.

“I don’t, but I see you do. You never told me you could speak Spanish,” he commented as he sipped more sake.

“You never asked,” you teased, your smile humorous as you stared at him from over your own cup.

Jimin’s cheeks had a pretty pink hue from the alcohol. In addition, the alcohol seemed to amplify the gleam in his eyes further as he teased you throughout your conversation. Under the low lighting of Mingsu’s, his skin glowed, a thin sheen of sweat present that you found oddly attractive on him. You closed your eyes gently as you willed the troublesome thoughts away. This was not the time nor the place for them to pop up, not with more than a few ounces of sake under your belt.

You finished the rest of your food, Jimin eating much more than you, and chatted more. You found out he was a freelance museum curator that was under contract for a few different small museums in New York City. A huge downplay on his part, but it explained how he knew so much about art and had all these artsy friends. He was well-educated with a Masters in Fine Arts, a concentration in Art History, and you felt intimidated as you’d barely managed to scrape together an Associates degree.

“Hey look!” Jimin turned his phone screen to you after it chimed. “Looks like we really are leaving tomorrow. Joy even got us seats next to each other like she promised,” he said.

“Of course she did,” you mumbled, remembering Joy’s enthusiasm over Jimin.

“What was that?” he asked as he cupped his ear with his hand.

“I said ‘Yay! Joy managed to get us to sit together. How fantastic. Now we can sit together again’,” you lied with fake zeal.

“Hmm. That’s what I thought you said. Though for a minute there I thought you were jealous of the attention I was getting from other women.” You could tell the nonchalance in his voice was just as fake as the enthusiasm in your own.

“Me? Jealous over you?” You snorted at the thought. Jimin held his chest, his face falling in a look of fake disappointment.

“Damn Y/N, all you had to do was say you didn’t like me -”

“I never said that!”

“Ah, so you do like me then?” He wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned across the table.

“I never said that either!” you giggled and pointed your finger at him. He pretended to bite it and you pulled it away squealing. Jimin laughed at your reaction as the waitress came over. He pulled out his wallet and you scrambled to take out your own until you realized you’d left your own wallet back at the hostel. You blanched.

“Jimin I can’t let you pay for all this!” The mountain of empty plates a reminder of just how much you had eaten.

“Of course you can,” he said as he handed over his card. You scrambled for something to say, to make him return his card, but it was already too late. You shook your head furiously.

“I can pay you back, seriously. This was a lot of food. And then the drinks!” you squeaked. Alcohol was expensive and you had consumed two full teapots of sake. “Please, Jimin,” you begged.

He held his ground as he signed the check and the waitress began removing the dirty dishes. “Absolutely not, Shutterfly. I still owe you an actual breakfast and think of this as me showing you what it’s like to be wined and dined. Mr. Park senior taught me never to let a woman pay for a meal, and I won’t start now, especially not with you.” He stood up and came to stand in front of you, holding his hands out as if he knew you could potentially wobble from the alcohol flowing through your system. “Let someone take care of you for once, yeah? Let me take care of you.”

You stared up at him, surprised at his words. It had been a long time since you’d heard anything like that. It had been a long time since you had let anyone come close to caring for you, determined that you would do it for yourself. Jimin was truly worming his way under your skin and you didn’t like it. You closed your eyes at the thought of Jimin really being there for you and it shook you to your core. Letting out a shaky breath, you placed your hands gently in his as he helped you to your feet, accepting his offer. On one condition.

“Only for tonight,” you whispered into his chest, not daring to look up into his deep brown eyes, but he forced you to as he dragged his lips tenderly against the back of your knuckles.

“Okay,” he agreed. His eyes never left yours and you started to squirm under his intense gaze. He pulled you into his side, tucking you under his arm. “Come on, I want to show you something,” he whispered into your hair as if the words were a secret only meant for the two of you. A shiver ran down your spine as his lips brushed against your temple though you were hotter than before from the alcohol in the humid night.

Jimin took you down the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui, pressing you close to him as you walked along leisurely. Little street vendors lined the sidewalk selling sweet treats that made you wish you hadn’t eaten as much so you could try one. You inhaled the scent and tried to commit the smell to memory, wanting to always remember how untroubled you felt though so many things had gone wrong, wanting to really remember how many things had gone.

“We’re here,” Jimin said excitedly and removed his arm from around your shoulder, settling for just holding your hand. You immediately missed the warmth of being against his side.

Here was a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and lounge called Switch!. Its outer brick walls contrasted with the smooth window panes of the establishments next to it. A heavy wooden door rattled as the thumping bass echoed off it. There were a few stragglers standing outside smoking cigarettes as they laughed and joked with one another. Jimin turned to you and grinned, excitement etched across his features.

“Jimin,” you said with uncertainty. “It’s getting kind of late,” you trailed off.

“It’s only a little after ten, Y/N. Come on. This place is really cool,” he insisted. You chewed your lip, not sure whether you could make it a minute longer. Between the alcohol in your bloodstream and the cigarette smoke starting to swirl in your lungs, you were feeling a little out of your element. “Please, Shutterfly,” he pouted. “I promise to have you back home by midnight and before your carriage turns back into a pumpkin.” You rolled your eyes but remembered Michael’s words about enjoying the moment.

“Fine,” you huffed and pulled open the hefty door. Jimin followed closely after.

Switch! resembled your favorite grunge dive bar. It was extremely dark, the only source of lighting being a few strips of LED lights lining the floor and ceilings, and some weak yellow light bulbs. The bar itself was long and made with beautiful redwood that somehow managed to shine in the dim lighting. An extensive alcohol collection sat on the numerous shelves behind the bar. Next to it was a corkboard that was nearly filled with little polaroid pictures of previous patrons. A live band was the source of the thumping bass you had heard outside and you let it wash over me, vibrating the very core of your bones. It seemed like Jimin had a knack for choosing great places.

The two of you headed over to sit in one of the small booths, a waiter appearing immediately to take your order. Jimin asked for two sake bombs to start you off, something about keeping the trend of the night, and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the rickety wooden table. You watched him start to lose himself in the music as he kept time with the beat, his head swaying slowly. His posture exaggerated the broad expanse of his back and you stewed silently behind him, almost cursing his parents for creating a man as attractive as this. You crossed your legs at the knee.

Your waiter returned with your drinks and Jimin yelled a thank you over the loud music. Internally, you were grateful that it was too loud for you to continue your conversation as you were sure Jimin would continue his fervent flirting and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. Not after accepting his offer of letting him take care of you for the night. You took a large sip of the alcoholic mixture. Jimin leaned back and turned his head to you, his hand resting on your bare thigh.

“Do you like it? Are you having fun?” he asked loudly. You winced as his voice pierced through your eardrum.

“Yeah! This is cool. The band is really good!” you yelled back and he grinned, his smile a little lopsided no doubt from the alcohol. His eyes continued to sparkle as he stared down at you. With his hand on your thigh and his face seeming to move closer, all the air felt like it was sucked out of the room. Your heart pounded in your chest as his eyes drifted down to your lips -

“Excuse me?!” Your head snapped around to the individual yelling at you just as Jimin had closed the distance between you, his lips brushing the corner of yours. You could feel his lips stretch into a smile against your cheek as his nose pressed into your skin. You were quite positive he could feel the burn radiating off your cheeks. “Would you guys like to take a picture for our polaroid wall?” the man yelled again. In his hands was a teal polaroid camera.

“Is it free?” you yelled and tried to create some distance between you and Jimin. The photographer laughed and nodded his head.

“Can we get a copy of them to keep?” Jimin asked.

“Sure! I can take a few extra for you guys,” he replied with a shrug. “You guys ready?” Jimin nodded and slipped his arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip with the other still resting on your knee. He smushed your faces together as the first picture was taken. The photographer took an additional three more after determining your smile wasn’t wide enough in the first one.

“I’ll leave these with you to develop. When you choose the one you guys want us to hang up, just drop it off at the bar. Thanks again!” He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom!” You didn’t wait for Jimin to respond as you eased your way out of the booth and scurried off.

Locking yourself into the single-stall restroom, you tried to catch your breath. You and Jimin had nearly kissed. It wasn’t something you’d dreamed about in an alcohol-induced haze. He had really leaned in like he wanted to kiss you. You pressed your hands to your face to stop the smile from bursting across your cheeks. You covered your face with your hands as you recognized the familiar tick in your chest. A crush. You giggled to yourself as you pushed your hands through your hair. You had a fucking crush on Park Jimin and you were a teensy bit okay with it. A knock at the door burst your bubble of revelation and you quickly washed your hands, apologizing to the other woman as you slipped by her.

“So I think we should give this one to them,” Jimin suggested, pushing the four photos over to you as you sat beside him again. He was pointing to the second one of you where we were both grinning like mad men as he had pressed his face against your own. “The other ones are too cute.”

He was right. The third was Jimin kissing your cheek and you covering your mouth in shock at his actions. The final one was him smiling into your cheek, caressing the other side as he pulled you against him and you smiled with your eyes closed and rested your hand against his arm. This one was your favorite.

“Yeah, you’re right. These came out a lot better than I thought they would,” you said, the bar much quieter as another band got prepared for their set.

“Why wouldn’t they turn out great?” he asked confused.

“You know, the lighting and stuff. Plus my hair and we’ve been drinking so I know my face is all -”

“Stop. You look amazing. Look!” Jimin held the pictures up for you though you were already looking at them; it seemed he was a little more drunk than you were. “Absolutely beautiful,” he added. You smiled softly at him as he placed your favorites into his wallet. “Okay, I’m going to go give them this one. Do you want another drink?” You shook my head no, still nursing your first, and watched him meander his way through the crowd gathered to hear the band. They started up a moment later, a smooth rhythm of R’n’B playing out through the speakers. The beat was infectious and you closed your eyes, dancing in your seat. It felt good to not be concerned with anything, though work still plagued the back of your mind.

“I didn’t know you could dance!” Jimin yelled over the music. You hadn’t noticed his return and his voice startled you.

“I don’t dance!” You said with a laugh.

“But you just were!”

“I really wouldn’t call that dancing, Jimin.”

“Well, show me what is then.” He held his hand out to you. More people had started to dance as well, the change in the atmosphere quite apparent. “Don’t you want to see what dance moves we have stored in the Park family?” You laughed and nearly fell out of the booth trying to imagine Mr. Park senior getting down at the family parties. You were quite intrigued.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand after taking another generous mouthful of beer and led him onto the makeshift dance floor. Jimin spun you around to face him and guided your hands around his neck while his hands rested on your lower back, the two of you swaying in time to the song. It was gentle and sweet and you hid your face in his chest as he spun you around. Jimin looked happy as you danced hand in hand, laughing when you stumbled from being inebriated. You hoped that his phone call was as far back in his mind as you physically were from the United States.

You danced for God knows how long until your feet started to hurt and the two of you were almost wet with sweat, lost in the music and the soft touches of one another. Jimin made good on his promise and had you back at the hostel before midnight. If anyone had been downstairs, you would have looked like any lovesick teenagers sneaking home in the dead of night. You were grateful that William and Sonia hadn’t decided to wait up for you as you giggled your way to your room, you hushing Jimin as he unlocked your door.

“Thank you for taking me there, Jimin. I had a really good time tonight,” you said as you kicked off your sneakers and grabbed your sleep shirt and toothbrush.

“It was no trouble at all. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I had a really good time too,” he replied as he tugged his shirt over his head. Your eyes widened as you took in his smooth torso, the sprinkle of hair starting at his belly button and disappearing into his shorts that he was currently removing -

“Okay! I’m gonna go wait outside while you change! Let me know when you’re done,” you squeaked out and winced at the force at which you closed the door. You could hear Jimin chuckle from the other side. It was becoming quite tiring being flustered around him.

After receiving the all-clear from Jimin to re-enter, you slipped into the bathroom to change and brush your teeth. It was stupid at how happy you were to see your toothbrushes sitting next to each other in the little holder. Tugging the shirt down as far as it would go over your hips, you poked your head around the door to see Jimin already under the covers, one hand holding his book and the other tucked behind his head. So much for getting into bed without being seen. You folded your shorts and shirt, placing them on top of your backpack as you mentally prepared to face Jimin.

“I hope you don’t mind me not taking a shower. I didn’t think it was a good idea with the amount that I had to drink and I definitely don’t think you’re strong enough to pull me out of the shower if I fell,” he said, still not looking at you.

“Hey! I could probably manage!” you yelled, slightly offended that he thought you were weak.

“A naked me? Y/N, you can barely look at me with clothes on,” he snorted and set his book down on the nightstand and looked at you. You blushed as your eyes fell on the gold chain around his neck; he had decided not to wear a shirt to bed tonight. You watched him take in your figure, his eyes roaming over on your bare thighs for a few seconds longer than necessary. “But, if you think you can, I can go -” he started pulling the covers back but you cut him off.

“Nope!” you yelled and held your arms out as if you could magically force him not to move. “It’s fine, really. We can just go to sleep. Wouldn’t want you to get concussed or anything before our flight,” you mumbled. Double-checking the door was locked, you flicked off the light. You stubbed your toe just as you were about to climb in and Jimin laughed.

“Not as fun when it happens to you, right?” You punched his shoulder as you settled under the covers facing away from him, pretending to be mad. “Ah Y/N, come on.” Jimin shifted so he was cuddled up behind you, his hand thrown over your waist. “You’re not really mad at me, are you Shutterfly?” He pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and you shivered. You could feel his grin against your skin again. Truly the bane of your existence.

“No, I’m not mad at you,” you mumbled.

“Good,” he replied and gave you a squeeze. “Thank you for telling me part of your story, for trusting me with that. Thank you for also letting me take care of you tonight. I hope you let me do it again,” he said as he pulled you closer against him and you sighed.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss against your cheek, his lips lingering once again.

“Goodnight, Jimin,” you whispered back as he buried his face into your shoulder.

That night, you dreamed of museums, Mingsu’s, and live music.

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Running blind

Queen Bee centric fic where she feels down on herself because she doesn't perform as well as she thinks she should. 

So this fic is based on this and this You can watch them first and let me know how I did or read first and see if you can guess. Let me know

Ao3

It had been a long battle. The heroes had to work to capture the akuma. It had been one of Jagged Stones roadies that had fallen victim to Hawkmoth and it had taken everything they had to stop him. It had only been made worse when Queen Bee had arrived. She had tripped them up more times than they could count. But it was over. Carapace and Rena had taken the roadie to comfort him. Ladybug and Chat had to exit stage right in a hurry, as both were down to the count before they de-transformed. This left Queen Bee centre stage with the audience that had been under the akuma’s thrall… staring at her.

She looked out over the crowd and drawled “Well? Shouldn’t you be clapping or something?” If it wasn’t for the miraculous magic masking her anyone would have known it was her.  She did a little dance before giving a dramatic curtsey.

It started with one man. It was an irritating laugh. She was astonished, someone was laughing. Then another joined in, soon the whole audience was laughing at her. She knew she had not been perfect, but they were laughing at her. At first she was angry, but it soon washed into disappointment. She wanted to have people love her like they loved Ladybug. She felt as the hot tears started to leak from the corner of her mask. She broke left, ran off the stage and out of the theatre.

She walked the streets, head bowed, lost deep in thought. Of course, she could have flown, but she just couldn’t bring herself even to flutter her wings. Of course, she could de-transform, but she didn’t want to face Pollen just yet. He kwami was so sweet, she half chuckled at her little joke, but she would be just like Jean always was. You can do it; you just started, it will get better… She wasn’t ready for it yet, she needed to feel sorry for herself for a bit longer. There wasn’t a reason for her feeling bad, after all, she had everything. Right? Everyone loved Chloe. She was the most popular girl in school. If she wanted something she just needed to snap her fingers and it would appear. Now she was a superhero and was destined to be part of “THE TEAM”. She was just not sure she could do it.

The neighbourhood she was in was grubby, stinky and yucky. She would have never come here before, but it almost felt right for her mood. She didn’t know why but she ran a bit, feeling the wind in her hair. She passed empty lots with chain-link fences, ugly old warehouses and other odd places.

She slowed to a jog and came to a halt in front of a man standing with his black dog. Chloe didn’t like dogs, they smelled. But for no reason, she reached down and patted it on the head. She stood smiled at the man did a little dance with a pirouette and scampered off. The man stood there scratching his head in confusion but with a huge grin on his face. Bee Laughed at herself, Chloe would never have done that but Bee could.

Things had changed so much lately. It was strange thinking back, she had always got busy before it rained she even liked walking in it if it was only a light shower. She liked watchin' the puddles gather rain. Pollen has said she had been destined to be with her, that these things were what bees did.

…oooOOOooo…

It had been one of those days, she had been walking in the rain with her gold sparkly umbrella to keep her dry. She was in a park when she came across him. The strange little Asian man. His nose dripped as he trudged along, he was soaked and looked miserable. She had initially thought it served him right for not being prepared. He mind jumped to Jean and Mr. Cuddly. They would want her to be nice. She had promised Adrien as well.

She sighed as she walked over, not saying a word she walked up beside him and started walking the direction he was going, her umbrella big enough to cover the two of them. He didn’t look up at her, but she could tell he stood up a little straighter. They walked through the park and across the street. Suddenly he stopped in front of a quaint little tea shop. “You must come inside,” he had said. She had no idea why but she closed up her umbrella and followed him in. Looking around she found an empty table as he walked to the counter. He joined her at the table carrying a gilded plate with two small Chouquettes. Slowly he placed them in front of her. They had been decorated with tiny gold stars and drips of honey. Chloe loved honey. He smiled at her.

It didn’t take long before a teapot was placed before them with a small jar of honey. She had never seen a teapot like it. It was all glass and in the bottom was a small ball. It looked like some dried up sticks held together with some string. She watched intently as the server poured hot water in over the strange item. Slowly it opened as the water hydrated it, seeming to be like a flower in bloom.

He poured her a cup. Usually she didn’t drink tea, preferring coffee, but she decided but this was too amazing not to try, and after all, he was being so nice to her, even if he was a bit odd. After adding just the right amount of honey she sat back and sipped her tea. She was surprised by how good it was. The smell reminded her of the chrysanthemums that grew on her balcony. She ate the treats as well, they melted in her mouth. The man finished he tea and stood to leave. Smiling, she handed him her umbrella. She knew she would end up wet, but the hotel wasn’t far. He bowed his thanks and left.

She smiled at herself, Adrien would be so proud, she was doing so good being nice. She finished her tea and stood to leave when she noticed a small rectangular box on the table just behind the teapot. It was black with ornate golden Chinese designs decorating the top. She picked it up and hurried after the man. As she stepped out in front of the tea shop, there was not a soul to be seen. In the park he seemed as slow as a turtle, but now he had simply disappeared. She shrugged and put the box in her purse she would take it home and maybe it would hold a clue to its rightful owner.

…oooOOOooo...

Bee strolled along contemplating what it meant to be a hero. As she walked, she came to a bus-stop with a yellow bench. An older man sat on the bench. He wore an old jean jacket with a sheepskin collar and had a cane resting between his legs. She thought he looked sad. She walked over and plopped down beside him.

As she turned to him, she smiled and said, “Hi!”

He turned to her, “um. Hi?”

“So, how are you?”

He looked a bit perplexed. “You know waiting for a bus. Going shopping. All I can say is that my life is pretty plain.”

There was a silence between them when suddenly he turned, and blurted.” It must be exciting to be a superhero.”

She ducked her head as he looked at her with intent eyes. “To be honest, it sucks.”

“Miss. how can that be?”

“I speak my point of view, but it's not sane, It's not sane.” She sighed. “Its just this is not the real me. Since becoming Queen B, I have started to understand that nobody really likes me the real me. I have been trying, but as the real me I just want someone to say to me, oh I'll always be there when you wake. As Queen B, I want to be part of the group.” She shook her head. “You know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today. Besides I wanted to hear about you.”

“You know miss, that’s what happened. You asked me about me, and then we talked about you. That’s the way it works, you don’t have to be the only one that gives, you can take too. It just has to be a balance. You made my day the minute a real live superhero stopped to say hi. You know?”

Bee sighed and stood. She held his hand for a moment and whispered, “Thank you.”

She ran off down the street, block after block passed. She stopped to watch as a bulldozer smashed an old building. She had no idea why but the image filled her with a feeling of melancholy. Someone's memories used to live there. Things were always changing, and she couldn’t stop it.

She was hungry, wandering the neighborhood she looked for someplace to get something to eat. She found it, it was bright yellow, the windows had bars over them, and above the door was a sign that simply said market. She stepped inside, ignoring the young woman behind the counter she walked to the back of the store. After wandering for a moment, she found what she was looking for. It was a guilty pleasure. As Chloe, she always snuck away when she looked for these so nobody would know. Mini doughnuts drenched in honey, so peasant-like. They were usually hard to find, but places like this often had them.

She was bent down to pick the gooiest package when she heard the door crash shut. She slowly stood up to find two men with shotguns pointed at the girl behind the counter.

The first one growled, “All the money.”

The second, “And all your smokes.”

Bee cleared her throat. The first swung around, “Hands up!” Bee put her hands up. “What the hell is that? You think you are a superhero or something? Crazy kids thinking they are Ladybug and dressing up. Insane! You are gonna get yourself hurt. Now slide your phone over and no funny business.”

B knelt down and slid over her communicator, as the first thief reached down to pick it up she grabbed a container of honey off of the shelf and threw as hard as she could at the other. It smashed off his face exploding as it struck, dousing him in the sticky goodness. Her wings buzzed loudly as she launched at the one that was coming up from the floor. As she reached him, she grabbed the gun, swinging it at the honey guy. She heard the crunch as she connected. As he went down hard, she swung at the other guy,  he took the blow to the head and followed his partner to the floor slumping against the fridge behind him.

B looked up at the clerk, “Sorry about the mess, I can help clean up.”

The shocked clerk blinked, “um. No, I think its ok.” She looked down at the doughnuts in B’s hand and pointed. With a nod said, “Those are on the house!”

B smiled and flipped them in her hand, “Thanks.” She walked out to find a small crowd. She smiled as she looked at them with confusion on their faces and thought to herself. ‘You know I don’t care what they think. I did that because it was the right thing to do, not because I want to be a star. I’m not a star, I’m a hero!’

She did the same dance from the stage earlier in the day and took a curtsy. To her surprise, as she came up an old lady started to clap. Then a young boy. Soon they all were! She flushed bright pink and waved as she ran off.

As she ran her communicator pinged. It was a message from Ladybug. She needed to see her at a nearby park. He heart sank, maybe she had messed it up again. Ladybug was probably mad about the store. Resigned, she couldn’t even eat her sticky sweet doughnuts as she marched to her fate. They were going to tell her the didn’t need her.

As she made her way to the nearby park, she decided that she might as well walk. Though she knew it was only delaying the inevitable.

The entrance the park had a large wrought iron gate. Strangely there were flowers wrapped around the handle. It was a wreath of chrysanthemums. So odd. She peeked through the gate, the sight on the other side took her breath away. Carapace, Rena, Chat and Ladybug stood in the middle of a green field. There was a picnic laid out in front of them, they waved her over with huge grins. Pushing the gate open she stepped in and glanced around, and besides the heroes, the park was deserted except for a familiar Asian gentleman that sat off to one side. He grinned and waved at her, there was a familiar yellow umbrella leaning next to him. Right then and there she knew that she was part of the team. She had been stewing all afternoon because of her own self-doubts, not theirs. She ran to them smiling so wide she thought her face would break. They all gave her a big hug as they sat to eat

[vixenninjaturtle]

TMNT Leo x Female Reader(2016) Ch. 4

TMNT Leo x Reader(2016) Ch. 4

The following evening, you managed to close up the shop early for the day and already made it back to the apartment to get ready for the meet and greet with Leo’s father Master Splinter. After you have taken your shower, you decided to wear this beautiful modern day Japanese style dress w/ cherry blossoms going around it in a flowing pattern. You bought that while you were still studying martial arts in Japan, and figured this would be the perfect opportunity to wear it.  As you were getting ready, your phone suddenly goes off and you hear tapping on your window. Checking to see who just contacted you, it was a text from Leo letting you know that he was there. You texted him back telling him that the window was open and that he can come in.

“Hey (y/n) are you ready?” Leo asked as he climbed through the window.

“Hey Leo… I’m almost ready just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be out shortly.” You called out from the bedroom.

Once Leo was inside, he set blades down by the window and decided to give himself a little tour around the place. While looking around Leo noticed a few photos of you and April as kids and teens, some family photos mostly of your dad. He even noticed a nice sized bookshelf containing some poetry books, romance novels and supernatural fiction novels. Which pretty much told him you really loved to read. As Leo continued to look around, what he saw next really caught his eye. Right next to the bookshelf was a glass cabinet case that held 4 katanas. But there was one of the four that stood out the most. Upon closer inspections of the sword, Leo noticed something engraved on the sheath.

“Hmmm… I wonder what that says?” Leo whispered as he tried to get a closer look.

“It says ‘ For every dark night, There’s a brighter day.’”

Nearly jumping out of his green skin, Leo immediately turned around and saw you in your beautiful blue dress. Already he could feel his face heating up as his heart rate started to speed up alittle.

“My father gave that to me on my 16th birthday… It’s last thing I have to remember him by.” You stated as you stood next to Leo staring at the katana.

“It’s a beautiful sword.”

“Thanks… I think so too. So are you ready to go?”

“Y-yeah I’m ready… By the way you look… Really lovely tonight (y/n).” Leo commented while looking at you.

“Awww thank you Leo…. You sure this isn’t to much?”

You spun around a bit modeling the dress for Leo as you waited for his opinion.

“Oh… N-no not at all… In fact it looks really… Really good on you.” He chimed in a loving way as he continued to stare at you.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It sure lasts longer.” you mused while winking at him, before getting your keys.

Leo stood there flabbergasted for a moment, before hurrying to the window to hold it open for you, like a true gentleman. You nodded as a note of thanks before waiting for him, so you could lock the door. As you both were walking along the sewer tunnels, Leo lead the way while also making sure you were close by. The last thing he wanted was for you to get lost down there. While following him, you mentally and physically took notes of which tunnel to take, which turns to make so you can remember how to get there on your own.

“Wow you guys made sure your home was well hidden huh?” You panted as you stopped to catch your breath.

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry about that… We had to make sure our home was very well hidden and untraceable this time so no one could find us.” Leo explained as he stop to wait for you.

“This time? What do you mean ‘this time’?”

Leo went ahead and explained how the Shredder and his foot were able to track him and his brothers down by using April without her knowing it. Ever since then, Donnie had upgrade their security system and make it so that nothing can ever track them down again. When you finally made it to the lair, you were quite amazed by how big the place is. For a bunch of mutants that live underground, their home was truly an awesome sight.

“Welcome to my home.” Leo smiled as he led you inside.

“Whoa…. This place is amazing.” You gasped in awe

“Thanks… We think so too. Would you like a tour before you meet Splinter?” Leo asked hopefully

“ Oh absolutely.” You replied still awe-struck

But before Leo could even get a chance to show you around, you both suddenly heard an explosion and shouting coming from Donnie’s lab.

“MIIIKEEEY!!!…. LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!!!!!” Donnie screamed in anger.

“Oops…. My bad D.” Mikey tried to apologized

“Uh-oh that doesn’t sound good.” You said quite unsure what to do now

“You have no idea.” Leo mumbled sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

You continue to hear Donatello screaming and yelling at Mikey for all the damage he caused. He was cussing at him (which is something he didn’t normally do), saying how he has to start the experiment all over again, and how many hours he spent working on it.

“Should we you know… See if everything’s alright?” You suggested feeling a little concerned.

“We could, but I guess it would be better to not enter the lab. Who knows what Mikey blew up in there…” Leo mumbled but changed his mind when he saw concern written all over your face. “But we could check up on them.” he told you before slowly moving towards Donnie’s lab, just in case.

You followed close behind Leo, preparing yourself for everything that might wait behind that door. With a fast beating heart, because of your closeness, Leo opened the door a bit, to make sure that nothing harmful would wait on the other side, before opening the door fully so you could see for yourself what had happened. As you and Leo peeked inside, a big puff of smoke blew right past you and Donnie using a fire extinguisher putting out whatever it was that exploded.

“Hey what happened in here?” Leo asked fanning the smoke away.

“As usual Lord of Destruction over there came in here to annoy the hell outta me and ended up destroying yet another one of my experiments that took me months to work on!” Donnie screamed in rage as he glared at the young turtle.

“I said I was sorry D… Cut ya bro some slack here will ya?” Mikey apologized again as he hid behind his oldest brother.

“Sorry?! No no no sorry isn’t gonna cut it this time Mikey, you always… Always do this and I’m sick of it!”

Leo and Mikey have never seen Donnie this angry before. Sure he would frustrated when things don’t work out the way he plans. But seeing him this angry was almost as scary as Raph’s angry and that is terrifying. Mikey tried to shield himself from the nerdy terrapin, when he noticed you standing there next to him.

“Hey it’s you… Ummm (y/n) right?” Mikey blurted out trying to confirm your name.

Smiling when he recognized you, you just nodded your head.

“Yes Mikey it’s me and it’s nice to see you again.”

“Wait… (Y/N) is here? Aww man… Please pardon the mess if I had known we were gonna have company I would’ve tidied up a little more.”

“No it’s ok Donnie don’t worry about it. I actually came to meet Master Splinter.”

“Speaking of which, we better head over to his chambers and let him know that you’re here.” Leo suggested before taking your hand and walking out.

Mikey was just about to walk out with them, when Donnie suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder preventing him from going any further.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Donnie asked with a dark tone in his voice.

“Oh well… I was just going to ya… Go play videogames.” Mikey stuttered as he tried to get away.

“I don’t think so Mikey… You created this mess and now… It’s going to be you that’s going to help me re-do it. And I don’t care how long it takes or how much you sleep you lose you will repay me for months of work.”

Mikey started sweating nervously and swallowed a large dry lump in his throat because he knew what that meant. And there was nothing he could say or do that could possibly get him out of it. Meanwhile, Leo took you over to Splinters room and gently knocked on the door.

“Enter.” A deep elderly spoke from the other side of the door.

“Excuse me father… But I brought (y/n), the girl I told you about over to meet you.”  Leo informed as he walked in with you close behind him.

“Ah yes come in… Please have a seat Ms. (Y/N). Would you like a cup of tea?” he asked with a japanese Teapot already in his hand.

“I’d love to have some tea.” you bowed slightly before sitting down in front of the old and worn Kotatsu.

It wasn’t that cold so the traditional blankets were removed. It has been some time since you last had some nice green tea and you were surprised that Master Splinter actually owned a traditional handpainted tea set. It seemed so wrong in a place like this, yet it felt so right. You closed your eyes a moment while savouring the strong yet gentle aroma of the tea, it sure has been some time when you last enjoyed a tea this well made.

“The tea is delicious, Master Splinter.” you sighed before placing the cup on the table.

“Please, child. You can call me sensei or father if you’d like. It is kind of special when my son Leonardo brings home a girl he chooses worthy of meeting his father.” Master Splinter announced while stroking his beard thoughtfully.

You couldn’t help but blush before looking over to Leo, who seemed to be shocked by his father’s words.

So Leonardo has told me that you’ve studied martial arts…. Tell me child where have you been studying?” Master Splinter asked while taking a small sip from his tea.

“Oh well… I studied for six years total, in two different countries. Three years in Japan and three years in China. I’ve learned quite a lot from both of them.” You explained before taking another sip of your green tea.

“That is very impressive, my dear…. I think you could teach my sons a few techniques, if you want to. Heaven knows, I have done everything I could to teach them. Maybe you know some techniques even I haven’t heard of, since I have been taught in Japan only.” Master Splinter explained.

“I’m always open to learn new techniques, sensei.” Leo protested to point out that he wasn’t the one slacking off.

“I know my son, I wish I could say the same about your brothers.” Master Splinter sighed.

 “Well to be honest, Sensei… I’m not sure I’d be a good teacher. I have never really taught anyone anything… Well except for tattoos and even that can be challenging.” you confessed, feeling a little bit uneasy thinking about teaching them.

“I think you would make an excellent teacher (y/n)… I mean you taught me some really cool moves during our sparring sessions.” Leo chimed in before Master Splinter was able to accept your thoughts on that matter.

“Well…” you began but was interrupted by Leo again.

You listened while Leo talked about how amazing you would be as a Sensei to his brothers and himself. Although you were flattered, you still thought you weren’t cut out to be a martial arts teacher.

“Thank you but I think I’m gonna have to pass. I’m having a hard time teaching my apprentices how to tattoo a straight line. However, I would love to train with you guys from time to time.” You offered before taking another sip of your tea.

“Really? That sounds like an amazing idea to me… I mean uhh…. W-hat do you think dad?” Leo asked excited over the possibility to train with you regularly and spending more time with you in long run but in the end regained his composure.

“I agree, my son. That sounds like a wonderful idea. It would be refreshing to have another beautiful, friendly face in our presence. Especially the one my eldest son has become quite fascinated with and learned to care about .” Master Splinter expressed with a knowing smirk.

You instantly blushed apple red before looking over at Leo, who was also blushing while looking at you. You both looked away from each other, when you caught each other staring. Master Splinter chuckled before finishing his tea. Within a few hours of hanging out with Leo and the boys, It was getting pretty late and it was time for you to head back home. You said goodbye to everyone and gave Master Splinter a hug before heading out with Leo, who wanted to make sure you got home safe. Once you two made it back to your apartment, like almost every night lately. You stayed outside a little longer enjoying the starry night sky and the view of the city.

“I really enjoyed meeting your family, Leo. They are so much fun to be around and Master Splinter is so nice, too.” you muttered while leaning closer to Leo, making you shoulder bump lightly into his, catching him off guard.

Leo could help but chuckle before giving your shoulder a light nudge back.

“I’m glad you like them. I hope you’ll find your way back to visit us whenever you c.. want.” he corrected. He was just about to tell you to visit him as often as you can. That wouldn’t have been right. He doesn’t want to seem persistent. You had realised what he meant to say and chuckled while telling him, you’d be coming over as often as you could. You enjoyed some moments of silence together before bidding each other good night.